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To the extent that Buffy the Vampire Slayer is deliberately and consciously About any one thing, it is about growing up. Specifically, it is about Buffy herself growing up. Moving beyond her childhood and her teenage years and becoming an adult.

And -- not always, but very often -- the metaphor that the show keeps coming back to for growing up is death and dying. Buffy's childhood friend Ford dies, and Buffy and Giles talk about growing up while waiting by his grave ("I'd like to stop," Buffy admits, just before Ford, now a vampire, bursts out of his grave). Buffy's mother dies young -- barely over forty -- and Buffy is forced to grow up again ("Who's going to be [Mom] if I'm not?" she asks her sister Dawn, her idealized childhood self made flesh, "Who's gonna take care of us?")

Buffy herself dies twice, and climbs out of a grave in a symbolically important way three times (in Nightmares, in Bargaining and in the very literally titled Grave). Buffy's main enemies on the show, especially during the high school seasons, are vampires -- forever young immortal creatures that refuse to die, but which "she alone" has the power to kill -- and Buffy can only defeat the Master by accepting the inevitability of her own death. The act of dying at the Master's hands both makes her more powerful ("I feel strong," she says after being revived, "I feel different") and also enables her to meet other people like herself (first Kendra, then Faith). Death is her gift, you might argue.

Another thing the show regularly associates with adulthood is money, particularly for Buffy. As a child, money isn't something that Buffy herself worries about, except abstractly: in School Hard she complains about spending a large fraction of her allowance on a new cream rinse that turns out to be "neither creamy nor rinsey", and in Homecoming she'll rue that she spent "a year's allowance" on a now ruined dress, but these allowances never actually run out. There is always money for new dresses.

Money is something for Buffy's parental figures to worry about. Joyce admits to "dreaming about bills" in The Puppet Show. Her father chooses his job over her in Helpless because "his quarterly projections are unravelling ... he can't afford to take off right now". It's Joyce, rather than Buffy, who worries about how she'll pay her way through college in Choices ("I know we can make it work if your father pictures in", she says, in what in hindsight seems like hopeless optimism) and it's Joyce who will be paying the bill for all the expensive textbooks Buffy buys in The Freshman ("I hope it's a funny aneurysm," Buffy says, which probably means nothing). And [whatever you think about Giles being paid], this is why Buffy insists on Giles being restored as her Watcher in Checkpoint, "reinstated at full salary", but doesn't think to argue for any salary for herself. Buffy doesn't get paid. Even at this stage of the show, money isn't something she has to worry about.

So, after Buffy dies for the second time and is brought back into the world again -- after she is forced to live in the world as an adult, and permanently take over the role of her mother -- it's no wonder that suddenly money becomes important to her. Not just important, but real, in a way it never was before. Those bills Joyce was dreaming about in Season 1 are Buffy's bills now.

And this is also why Buffy's friends can't just bail her out. Why Willow and Tara plan to go on living in her house without paying rent. Why all the gang come to offer her (moral) support when she starts her "subsistence level employment" in Doublemeat Palace, but don't think to actually pay her for the food they order. More than that, it's why Buffy doesn't ever think to ask for rent, and why she tells Xander his burger order is "on me" before he ever admits to looking to get a free meal, why the only person to give her financial assistance is her former Watcher (and now fellow adult) Giles.

Because her friends haven't gone through everything Buffy has. "It's kind of a Slayer thing", you might say. Unlike her, they haven't died. They haven't had to claw their way back to life from out of their own grave, into a world where everything is suddenly "hard and bright and violent". They haven't been forced to grow up yet. They don't know what it's like, and (as Buffy herself says in a different context), it's important to her that "they can never know". They're still kids. They're not in hell. Money isn't real to them yet.

[wandabear]

WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER

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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, death, violence, blood, mentions of abuse. Please, as I said before, this is going to be harder on this and the next chapters. And this one is... doomcoming. I'm responsible for letting you know that, but if you don't like that, you can choose not to read it. ㅤㅤ

I must clarify again, all of them are 18 years old or more. Lots of characters will not survive, that's it. That doesn't mean I hate them or I don't like them.

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

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BEFORE

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Despite the fact that the deer hunt had brought good vibes to the girls and full bellies for about three days, the days that followed became more difficult.

They thought that perhaps luck would still be on their side, but the arrival of autumn and soon winter made it more and more difficult. Some animals migrated to warmer places, leaving them without hope.

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“Here you go.”

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With a look of desolation, they all looked at their plates, completely fed up and disgusted. It wasn't smiles and fun anymore after weeks of being lost.

Y/N thought that the disgusting stew her mother used to cook right now seemed like an exquisite culinary masterpiece.

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“it's all we got, we're saving some deer meat left for tomorrow.” Wanda explained as she sat down with her friends.

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They all began to eat 'what they had managed to get' and although it didn't seem to make them happy, at least it kept them alive for one more day.

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“Okay, I can't do this anymore.” Carol complained exhausted, setting the plate aside. The blonde caught everyone's attention when she got up to go get something in the corner where she was sleeping and approached them, leaving a huge glass jar with a purple liquid.

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“What is that?” Y/N frowned.

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“It was some berries I was trying to save, but…” Carol sighed and opened the jar.  “I think it might've turned into booze? I don't know about the rest of you, but I could use a drink.”

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They all watched intently, completely interested in the idea of forgetting everything for a while.

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Natasha raised an eyebrow.  “Do we think it's safe?”

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“Do we care?” Jules shrugged, smiling kindly at Carol who just nodded, grateful to have her support. Things between Nat and the brunette hadn't been quite the same, and everyone was starting to notice it.

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“I have a few more.”

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“If we have booze, let's have a party.” Jennifer exclaimed and some of them giggled, even though things weren't too bad, they couldn't afford to lose their spirits.

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“'Cause we've got so much to celebrate.” Sharon rolled her eyes.

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“Do we need a reason?” Y/N got up from her seat and looked out the window. Some clouds in the distance said that the most difficult time would soon begin. In summer, that place was spectacular, but winter? It was a subarctic place, definitely if they didn't find them soon, the girls would start to suffer more or even die. “If they don't find us and we don't forage for food to get us through the winter, we'll be dead. I say we party now.”

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“There's a full moon tomorrow night.” Wanda added maybe a bit excited, which was very cute.  “And it's almost Homecoming.”

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“We packed dresses, right?” Jules said interested in the idea of drinking and forgetting about that damn place for a while.  “For the awards dinner?”

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“There we go.” Y/N put her hands on her hips, willing to make this moment something different and not let her spirits die. “We have dresses, we have booze. We can decorate.”

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“Have a sort of... moon homecoming.” Wanda smiled, looking at Y/N. The connection between her gazes stole her breath.

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“More like a doom homecoming.” Pietro scoffed but Wanda quickly nudged him.

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Jules chuckles softly. “A Doomcoming.”

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Some of them chuckled, but they all seemed to agree.  Even Sharon agreed saying: “Now that's a party idea.”

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“All right. Doomcoming.” Natasha patted her leg and got up, although she wasn't entirely sure, drinking a little and losing your mind for a while wasn't bad at all.  “Tomorrow night, we'll drink rotten berries and celebrate our impending death.”

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They all cheered and whistled, ready to relax for a night at least. Not knowing that in the attic, a man was growling just listening to them.

Grant Ward looked at himself in the mirror, those dark circles and his weeks messy beard made him look more careless.

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He didn't even care, what he did care about was seeing that part of his leg was missing. Chopped. Feeling like there was no future, and his future as a real coach was gone when he lost his leg. Seemed to be drifting further and further from reality.

They were all doing their best to make the night the best. Some were in charge of decorating around the cabin, using pieces of cloth, colored stones and flowers, as well as huge dry leaves.

Others used some candles, wild animal bones, and also made torches to make the evening special.

In a few hours, they would be having the fun they deserved.

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“Сука!” The girl muttered between teeth, after winning the battle with her suitcase that seemed to be stuck. Natasha smiled when she finally opened the damn thing, looking through her stuff. All the girls were outside so she took advantage of using the kitchen to be alone.

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Nat exhaled in relief when she saw that fabric, was starting to think she lost it. Her dress, the one Melina bought for the awards ceremony; the redhead finally smiled wistfully.

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“Hey. What are you doing?”

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Jules's voice made her close the suitcase quickly, looking up.

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“Just trying to open this.” Natasha sighed, perhaps a little more exasperated than she expected to show. “What's going on?”

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“I- umh, they are all doing this kind of pairing tonight and…” Jules licked her lips nervously, walking up to face her.  “Will you go with me to the party?”

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But she didn't get an answer, Natasha just sighed deeply.

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Why the hell had she thought that maybe there was hope of having something with Nat? Nat never gave her a sign, she just used her to have sex and nothing else, that was the deal between them. But Jules didn't give up, expecting Natasha to realize her feelings. It was useless, that would never happen.

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Jules just shook her head, smiling sadly.  “Oh, it's okay. I get it.”

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“You know I don't do that.” Nat raised an eyebrow, then looked down at her suitcase, unable to keep her gaze on it and not feel guilty. “That's not what we had and you know it.”

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“I know. It was really dumb.” The raven haired girl exhaled and then turned to leave the kitchen, trying to hide her teary eyes.

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While in the back of the cabin, hiding from the other girls, Wanda giggled as she felt how Y/N kissed her neck slowly, hands settled on her hips but never crossed the limits.

The tender and sweet kisses began to gain a passion that increased more and more.

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“You ever think about what we'd be doing if we hadn't crashed?” Wanda asked once they separated, making sure no one saw them.

Not because either of them felt embarrassed, not at all, but they wanted to keep something unique together. Something nice between just them.

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“Like, we'd be going to so many parties?” Y/N joked and adjusted her shirt. Maybe if she thought about what would have happened, they would both be in some nice hotel celebrating or even being just 'friends', without daring to get close.

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“Yeah, I-I guess.” Wanda smiled and shrugged, thinking about 'what could have happened' could become painful if you let yourself go. “I don't really think about it.”

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“Well, all I think about is you.” Y/N responded completely in love, leaning in to kiss her lips once more.

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“What if this is it, Y/N?” The brunette wrapped her arms around Y/N’s  neck, lost in those eyes that she liked so much.  “Everything we did, uh, everything we didn't do.”

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Y/N didn't know what she meant, just decided to listen to her girl's concerns.

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“I'm not gonna die a virgin.” Wanda sighed deeply, ready to make that decision, Y/N just widened her eyes.

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“What?” Y/N babbled, of course she understood correctly but that was quite surprising.

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“I wanna be with you.” Wanda's cheeks blushed, looking even more adorable. “I wanna be yours. Please.”

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It was an important decision, but the truth was that they were completely crazy about each other. Y/N would be lying if she said that she hadn't dreamed and fantasized about it many times, especially when the kisses became more and more passionate and needy.

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“Are you sure?” She caressed her girlfriend's cheek gently, and Wanda could only imagine being touched that way under her clothes.

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“I’m so sure.” Wanda bit her bottom lip and then smiled excitedly.  “Tonight?”

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Smiling as well, Y/N nodded.  “Tonight.”

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It was a date.

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“So…” The raven-haired girl began as they both finished decorating an arch with some branches, flowers and strips of cloth. “I have seen that you disappear from time to time. Strangely, Wanda is not here either.”

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Jules smiled mischievously.

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Y/N looked at her sister a bit nervous but then she just shrugged. “Yeah? Weird…”

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“I’m not stupid, Y/N, but the team haven't noticed yet.” Jules murmured as they finished the arch, making it perfect for everyone to go through. “Are you happy?”

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Y/N hesitated to answer but then she understood that she was one of the most important person in her life. How not to tell Jules the truth? “Very happy.”

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They both smiled, keeping that secret.

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“That's all I want.” Jules leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek. “I want you to be happy, sweetie. And this place is... I don't know how long we'll be alive, so enjoy.”

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“I love you.”

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“Love you too, Y/N/N.”

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“Hey.” Carol approached slowly, almost as if she was afraid or something. She had something in her hands that quickly hid, looking at Jules. “Can I ask you something? I mean, can we talk?”

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They both eyed her curiously, Jules nodded. “Shoot.”

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“Alone.” Carol said so fast and looked at Y/N out of the corner of her eye, who narrowed her eyes without understanding what was happening there.  “Please?”

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“What is it? Are you okay? Is about the berries?” Jules finally asked, not understanding what was so important or secret that Carol wanted to say.

They were friends, teammates, but they had never been close. Carol was a somewhat crazy, funny, kinda grumpy sometimes, but she was a good teammate.

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“Yeah, I guess, in the mood for a burger.” She joked and they shared a laugh. “How are you?”

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Jules had an endless number of responses and none of them were too positive, but she just decided to fake a smile.  “I’m okay.”

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“I've noticed you've been a bit down lately.” The blonde pursed her lips and came over to help light the torches.

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“This place doesn't make me feel very good, but it's all we've got.” Jules swallowed.  “I'm starting to appreciate it.”

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“You're not doing your makeup and looking for what to wear like the girls over there.”

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Watching her out of the corner of her eye, Carol noticed that the brunette lowered her gaze, something happened. Of course. “I was thinking… you know…”

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Jules looked at her, she'd never seen Carol so nervous.

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“Some of the girls are going in couples or- or pairing to this ‘doomcoming’ and- I want to…” The blonde seemed to have trouble saying it, but even so she took courage and said it: "Would you go with me?”

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Danvers was asking her. Carol fucking Danvers, wild one, love for leather jackets, Top Gun and bad reputation.

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“I thought you would go with Valkyrie.” Jules frowned, but she wasn't going to deny that she was quite flattered.

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“Yeah, she's my friend but… I kinda… kinda like you too.” Carol handed her a pair of yellow daisies, a tiny bouquet. “…So?”

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Perhaps one of the cutest gestures Jules had ever received and never expected to come from fucking Carol Danvers.

What to say? ‘No, I'm waiting for Natasha to reconsider and come over.’ But the truth is that Nat wasn’t going to do it, the russian would never accept anything more and Jules' feelings would never be reciprocated.

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“I would be happy to go to the doomcoming with you.” Jules smiled tenderly and nodded, taking that flower. It was a pretty yellow daisy, the kind that grew near the lake.

She smiled, not out of courtesy this time, especially when Carol beamed and nodded quickly, excited.

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“Yeah? Awesome! I’ve to go, I left the booze alone and I should go back...” The blonde turned to go get dressed and get ready, but not before saying: “I told you someone was going to invite you, remember? Before the pep rally.”

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And she was right.

Wanda sighed and looked at herself in the mirror once more, couldn't even remember the last time she was so nervous.

Dates with Vision no longer that exciting tension, and although this time it was just a simple reunion in the middle of the forest, it made her heart pound fast.

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Natasha went into the attic and noticed how Wanda was struggling to close the zipper of her dress, so she came closer. “Come here, I’ll help you.”

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“Thank you.” Wanda smiled kindly and turned around.

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“hey, you look beautiful.” Nat told her with a kind smile and then reaffirmed it when Wanda turned to see her.

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“Would you help me braid it? My hair, I mean.” Wanda sighed and watched as her hair had fluffed up a bit due to the lack of hygiene items.

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Natasha agreed and they both went to the window so they could enjoy the sunlight, or the few minutes that were left of it.

They were chatting for a while until Wanda noticed that one of backpacks was open. She frowned, no one touched her stuff. Especially the bag where the girl collected the mushrooms and stuff she found in the forest, many could be toxic.

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“Hey, do you know if anyone searched my stuff? The bag where I keep the mushrooms is open.” She looked at Nat with some concern. “The ones we shouldn't eat.”

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“I have no idea, I just know that Carol was making the booze but I didn't see any mushrooms.” Nat frowned, finishing combing Wanda's hair. “Maybe some girl was looking for makeup?”

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Not very convinced about that but really hoping that it would be so, Wanda just nodded.  “Yeah, maybe.”

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Each of the girls met at the arch and ‘crossed it’ together. Between friends or couples, no one was ever alone. Even Pietro was encouraged to ask Monica, who accepted gladly. Yelena and Kate went together, the archer wearing a black suit -that Pietro gave her because her dress was torn- while Yelena a pretty blue dress.

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Y/N looked at herself once more in the old broken mirror and then left the cabin to walk towards the arch. She was wearing a beautiful black dress, they all had pretty flower crowns, her hair was loose.

But Y/N’s smile grew even more when she saw Wanda shyly approaching her. The brunette was wearing a beautiful dark scarlet dress, her hair was braided to the side, surely Natasha helped her. Y/N knew that she should say goodbye to her heart forever now.

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“Woah, you look…” Y/N searched for the exact word with which to define her but it was impossible, she was much more than all that. Feeling captivated just by seeing her, that beauty left her breathless.  “You look amazing. Beautiful.”

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“Thank you.” The blush made her look even prettier if that was possible. Wanda held out her arm.  “Shall we…?”

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“Let’s do this, gorgeous.” Y/N took her arm and they both crossed through that arch, listening to how their friends cheered those they were coming. They all laughed happily, imagining that it was a nice event at school.

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But once Wanda and Y/N walked through the arch hand in hand, they all cheered and smiled happily as they joined the round around the campfire.

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“Are they…?” Kate asked, smirking.

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“Duh.” Pietro responded, watching them happy.

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Being under everyone's gaze, they both turned to look at each other. And leaving any fear behind, Wanda took Y/N's face and kissed her. So bravely, her heart had no room for fear.

The cheering and happy laughs from everyone warmed their hearts, not realizing that an evil gaze was watching them from the attic.

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The last ones were Carol, who was wearing a black suit and her blond hair loose, making a perfect contrast. Next to her, Jules was wearing a dress of the same color, with some touches of lace.

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They all seemed happy too, except Natasha, who from her look seemed quite surprised and hurt to see them. The only one to notice this was Y/N.

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“Let the Doomcoming begin!” Jennifer yelled hitting a pot, starting that party. They all cheered and raised their glasses before trying some of that drink.

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“Oh, now we just need a DJ to pump up the volume.” Jules made a face as she tasted the drink, which while it wasn't the best, at least it was something.

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At that moment, Y/N took out her portable player from her pocket and held it up high, saving everyone's spirits. “Here's your savior, losers! Worship me!”

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“But dude, your battery will die tonight.” Kate pouted.

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“I know. I've been saving it for a special occasion.” Y/N just shrugged and approached Yelena, together they tried to fix it so the echo would make it louder.  

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They all squealed again and jumped with excitement when ‘Genie in a bottle’ one of the songs of the time, began to play.  They dance through the choreography completely, remembering for once that they were just teenagers. For one night, they all danced, laughed and drank, leaving behind all the bad things and enjoying themselves. Not knowing how hard tomorrow would be.

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Everything was going well until the player started to fail, until it ran out of battery in the middle of the party. They all began to boo and silence embraced them again.

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Y/N took  the device and the battery was definitely dead.  “Thanks my friend. You've come a long way... Yep, it's dead.”

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“That’s sad… We missed the slow dance.” Jules scrunched her nose.

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“There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.” Kate began to sing, making the others laugh, but little by little they all joined in singing that slow song.

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Carol didn’t hesitate to take Jules hand and begin to dance slowly, without realizing that the russian seemed to annihilate her with just her gaze.

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“May I have this dance?” Y/N held out her hand to Wanda, playing  a bit to make her laugh, and of course, she succeeded.

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They both danced slowly while their friends sang. Wanda closed her eyes, trying to imagine that she was at the school homecoming, surrounded by everyone, finally with the person she truly wanted.

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“So… is this what a high school dance feels like?” Y/N murmured with a small smile, noticing how Wanda looked up to see her.

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The sokovian bit her bottom lip.  “I guess so.”

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“You look beautiful, Wands.”  Y/N leaned in to peck her lips and then moved away when the girls stopped singing because they were busy drinking.

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Wanda smiled as she took Y/N’s hand, moving away from everyone a bit. “Aren't you going to drink?”

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“Nah, I don't wanna drink too much… my mother is an alcoholic.” Y/N shrugged, trying not to lose her mind as Wanda fixed her shirt collar. “You?”

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“I think one sip was enough.” Wanda scrunched her nose. “I don't want to despise that ‘expensive’ berry liqueur.”

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“Hey… You want to get out of here?” The taller girl leaned in to whisper in her ear.  “I have something for us where you know.”

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That whisper made Wanda feel a chill down her spine, her body tensed exquisitely. They both knew exactly what that meant.

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“Oh, my God, yes.” Green eyes that sparkled with desire.

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Y/N smiled mischievously, leading her by the hand away from the party.

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And the party went on for quite a while, until things started to get weird.

Natasha, who was standing in a corner watching that everything was okay, noticed that many of them began to laugh excessively and stumble. While the drink seemed strong, Nat found the girls' behavior quite strange.

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The redhead approached to see the jar and noticed that they had almost drunk it all, but what surprised her the most was seeing some pieces of something strange at the bottom.

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Natasha thanked that she didn't tried that thing.

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About to reach in to remove it, Natasha stopped when she heard Jules voice, laughing out loud and sensually dancing to Carol, not caring too much who saw her. Back to the jar, Nat confirmed that they were mushrooms. The ones that Wanda was looking for in the afternoon.

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“Hey. We have problems.” Natasha quickly approached to them, trying to get the attention of both but neither seemed interested. The brunette seemed interested in watching her hands in the air and moving, Carol was interested in her.

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“Oh, god. Look at these...” Jules muttered gawkingly, grinning when she finally discovered the stars, Natasha frowned quite worried.

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“Jules, listen. We need to find Y/N and Wanda, I think someone poisoned all of us… With shrooms.” Nat looked around to see who was missing, besides her friends. Neither Pietro nor Ward were there.

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“You mean, like, shrooms-shrooms?” Jules chuckled and rolled her eyes, not even seeming to care too much about what she was saying. “Oh, god, this feels so good.”

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All her senses were clouded when Carol placed her hand on her lower waist, pulling the girl closer. Jules seemed to enjoy it which annoyed Natasha enough to get in the way.

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“Can you listen to me for a fucking moment?”

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“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You look like a tree. Like a really hot tree.” Carol  buried her face in the brunette's neck, making her moan.

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“Hey, enough, let her go.” Natasha finally pushed Carol away, making her stumble and fall to the ground. But Carol couldn't even get up, she just stayed babbling nonsense, lying on the ground in the craziest astral journey of all.

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“Fuck, this doesn't make sense.” Natasha just walked towards the cabin to look for the others.

“Guys, doesn't Natasha look like a tree right now?” Carol asked and they all started laughing.

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“She kind of does, looks like fire too.” Jennifer babbled and moved closer to the torch, reaching out her hand to feel the heat but not burn herself. They all found something to loose themselves or just dropped on the floor.

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“Shut up. You all shut up.” Slowly Jules began to come to her senses even while completely drugged. She stopped, holding on to one of the trees. “Someone drugged us.”

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“I feel weird. I don't like this.” Kate blinked rapidly, looking down at her hands. Her hands were no longer hands, they were hawk claws.

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“Shh. Do you feel that?” Jules swallowed, trying to hear through all the screaming. She narrowed her eyes, something was speaking to her, an almost imperceptible whisper.

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“I think I do, like... energy coming up from the ground.” Yelena lay back on the ground, sinking her hands into the earth.

Jules whispered: “Something is coming… It says we won't be hungry much longer.”

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Yelena laughed out loud.

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“She needs help… Can't you hear it?” The brunette covered her ears, trying to concentrate but they just kept going in that madness. Without further ado, she walked to the cabin to take the axe.

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Hand in hand, Y/N and Wanda arrived at their special place, smirking. Y/N borrowed some candles, of course they surely wouldn't notice the lack of these with the party going.

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“Y/N, this is… ” Wanda couldn't even finish.

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Y/N lit some old candles, they had some blankets on the grass and the most romantic atmosphere that both of them could imagine in such a situation. In the distance you could see some fireflies hanging around, making the moment even more special.

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“I found these yesterday, had to hide them well.”  Y/N pointed to a small bowl with some berries, not many but enough to share. She'd had a hard time hiding them among her stuff without Jules or Nat noticing.

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“You’re the cutest.” Wanda smiled widely, the way Y/N made her feel was so unique and so pure. She never thought someone could show her so much affection like that, even having so little.

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“I just… I want to make you feel good.” The girl sighed deeply, feeling so nervous. She cleared her throat before going on.

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“I’m in love with you… Ever since I met you, I haven't stopped thinking about you. When you came from your country, you sat at the back of the classroom. You didn't talk much.” Y/N took Wanda’s hand, inviting her to sit next to her.  “You had those adorable braces, and your glasses… which I love how you look with them.”

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Wanda just blushed, adjusting her glasses.

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“I love everything about you.” Y/N finished this little love speech before sealing it with a soft kiss.

ㅤㅤㅤ That promise became real, that night was special. Slowly, both of them took off their clothes carefully. Though desire was there and the need made their skins burn, patience was an exquisite addition to this moment.

The first time Wanda made love, leaving all fear and prejudice behind.

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Y/N made sure that every touch made her feel safe, just as she also made sure that Wanda felt at ease by giving her pleasure.

Holding her, Y/N helped Wanda move her hips quickly looking for the third orgasm. Her fingers completely saoked from the humidity of that tight sex, asking for more. The way her hand cradled Wanda's breasts perfectly, or how their lips met before coming together.

The way Wanda's lips ran over Y/N's belly, kissing and biting the area to make sure it was hers. It didn't matter if it wasn't Y/N’s first time, she knew that this was the most important one. ㅤㅤㅤ

She didn't know how to do it, the sokovian had never even seen those pornographic TV channels or magazines like the cabin ones, but Y/N taught her every place she had to touch until Wanda knew her completely.

Her tongue ran through Y/N’s sex and she knew perfectly well that she just had to let herself go, devouring her girlfriend completely.

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No one had ever told Wanda that this was a trap, giving pleasure to Y/N also caused her exquisite pleasure.

The first time together, one of the most perfect of all.

They both put on their clothes slowly, smiling completely in love. Both decided to stay a while longer, lying down, catching their breath, they both watched the stars feeling like a small part of that vast universe.

ㅤㅤㅤ “I love you, detka.” Wanda was encouraged to confess, she couldn't understand how all that excitement and happiness only seemed to increase more and more. Now she understands what everyone means when they talk about sex.

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With a big leap, Y/N’s heart was ready to give itself completely once more.  “I love you, Wands.”

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Both remained embraced for a moment until the sound of the leaves breaking made Y/N alert and quickly get up.

Maybe a wild animal? A wolf? Maybe a deer, the good thing is that maybe the fire could help. But the footsteps didn’t seem to be from some wild animal, the steps were slow and clumsy.

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“Wait here.” Y/N whispered, Wanda tried to stop her but the girl just told her to be quiet.

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Y/N took a step forward, grabbing one of the gas lamps but a grunt and a 'fuck!' made her relax.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Coach Ward?” Y/N frowned, coming out of their place to look for the man. Perhaps he got lost, the man had been quite lonely lately.

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“Y/N, you have to help me… something is over here.” The man begged. Y/N searched through the trees but the only thing she found was a strong blow to the back of her neck, making her fall.

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The man they thought it could be trusted, approached against Y/N and began to hit her over and over again. On her face, on her ribs, on her back.

Ward held back her anger for so long, finally releasing it in the most cruel and hateful way.

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He had always been a rather cold and unhappy man, especially with his job as a mediocre high school coach. Ward never believed that there could be anything worse than that, until the plane went down.

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Losing his job, his life and his leg caused him to lose his mind as well. Poisoning all the girls with the mushrooms to make them completely helpless was the first step. With each blow, Ward felt his anger rise. The only way to feel powerful was to make others worse off than he was.

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Wanda screamed horrified, running to help Y/N but only received a blow from that man's cane, making her fall to the ground too.

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“You're the one who chopped my leg, right?” Ward yelled furious and moved toward her, he took the girl and dragged her, staying on top of her. “You fucking cunt!”

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“HELP!” Wanda yelled with all her might, hoping that one of her friends would hear.

ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N was unconscious next to her, her face began to swell due to the strong blows.

Taking advantage of his strength and knowing that he could subdue the girl, Ward prevented Wanda from escaping or moving her hands.

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“I'm going to kill each one of you. I'm sick of all of you!” He growled through his teeth, squeezing Wanda's neck with his dirty hand. “Stop jerking around like a fish! I'll do something you'll like.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“NO!” Wanda's eyes widened, terror chilling her blood.  “HELP!”

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But nobody responded. She kicked the man on his injured leg, making Ward to grunt in pain.

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“HELP ME!” Wanda screamed once more before Ward punched her face and pulled out a hunting knife, slashing her thigh.

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Staggering desperately, clinging to every tree she found, the brunette felt the screams grow louder. Everything around Jules was spinning non-stop, the effect of the mushrooms and the alcohol began to hit hard.

Dragging the ax to her side, she walked over to where the voices were growing. More and more, they whispered that she must do it.

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She frowned seeing how a weird monster tried to attack Wanda, desperate, about to do something horrible. As soon as Jules saw that scene, she approached and without thinking, without hesitation, raised the ax and hit the man's back with strength, making him cry out in pain.

Drops of blood spattered on the girl’s pale face; Jules stepped back, watching as Ward dropped Wanda and scrambled to the ground like a trampled insect.

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Julia stepped forward, still carrying the axe.

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“D-Don’t-” he begged, raising his hand.

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“SHE SAID ‘NO’!” Jules raised the ax again and hit him once more, two, three times, taking his life. But suddenly that man stopped, opening his eyes wide, finally finding death. Droplets of blood began to escape from his dry lips, falling to the ground. Moistening the earth.

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A strange breeze moved their hair when that happened, as if something woke up in that place. And it did, something ancient and ancestral  awakened.

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The blood had been spilled.

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Wanda screamed in horror and pushed him away from her, Ward's corpse lying next to her.

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“What did I do?” Jules murmured, remaining in that trance. Still holding the bloody axe, clinging to it.  “What did I do? What did I do?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

The girl repeated again and again.

Wanda got up and ran to Y/N, kneeling by her side, trying to wake her up. Her heart broke to see that Y/N her face and right eye swollen.

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“Detka, please wake up. Please, my love, wake up.” Wanda caressed her cheek, The Sokovian woman put her ear to Y/N's chest to check if she was still alive, and sighed to confirm it. Her heart kept beating.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Little by little, Y/N opened er good eye. Looked around her and understood the horror scene in front of them.

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“Are you okay?”  Y/N asked to her girlfriend, was barely able to speak because of the pain.

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At that moment Natasha came running desperately, the fear on her face was shown  when she saw her friends on the ground and a bloody shocked Jules in front of Ward. Mumbling nonsense.

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“Jules, hey, do you hear me?” The redhead cupped Jules's face, trying to snap her out of her trance. She reached for the axe, stroking Jules hand gently to take the axe.   “Let it go. Easy.”

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“I heard that she needed me, I heard-” Jules kept saying, the tears began to fall down her face without stopping.  “I swear. I swear, believe me. Something told me to come here and help her!”

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Nat turned to see Wanda, who was helping Y/N get up.  “Are you okay?”

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The sokovian nodded slowly, worried about her girlfriend's condition. “He was going to… he wanted to-…" Wanda swallowed, feeling a tiny blood trickle down her leg from her body. She turned her gaze away to not see Ward's body. “She’s right, she defended me.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“It’s okay. Don’t look at him, look at me.” Natasha murmured. "We have to get them to the cabin, now." ㅤㅤㅤ

Wanda helped Y/N to stay on her feet.

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“Her eyes are still dilated.” Natasha murmured, looking into Jules's eyes, then looked at her friends. “Let's go. We don't know if he attacked anyone else. Then we'll see what to tell them.”

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How would they explain all this to the other girls? Oh, this was going to cause chaos.

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ㅤㅤㅤNOW

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How strange is. So strange to finally wake up without being the victim of nightmares.

Y/N sighed and opened her eyes, feeling Wanda's soft caresses on her belly. They were both lying on that bed after having spent a wonderful and passionate night.

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“Morning.” Y/N murmured in fear of breaking the moment, that it would break completely and everything would go back to 'normal', that cold place she already knew.

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“Morning.” Wanda answered with a soft voice, without stopping those caresses, which made Y/N sigh in relaxation.

They were both like that for a while, enjoying the pleasant silence that the morning offered.

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Y/N's fingers gently caressed Wanda’s thigh, feeling that scar. A memory of that night, so beautiful and at the same time so harsh.

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“Do you still remember everything that happened there or does it start to fade between memories?” Y/N whispered while her fingertips traced her belly.

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“Sometimes I wonder if what we experienced was real or there are parts where my head makes it up.” Wanda sighed feeling the caresses.  “The scar reminds me that it was true.”

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Y/N kept her gaze on her thigh, somewhat thoughtful. “I’m sorry.”

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“It wasn’t your fault.” The brunette looked up to see her, noticing the guilt in Y/N's eyes. She placed a soft kiss on her jaw, despite the fact that she made all that guilt worse for a long time due to anger, Wanda didn’t want to see her that way. Not anymore.  “None of it was your fault.”

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Y/N said nothing, just kept caressing the bare skin of her beloved, running through it like that first time.

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“What you did was to help us survive, Jules saved us that night and you saved us the following months… Hey, look at me.” The sokovian took her face to fix her gaze on Y/N’s eyes.  “Those of us who did it, it was thanks to you.”

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Y/N swallowed, wishing she felt the same way about herself. “Do you think I did it right?”

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“You did what we had to in order to survive.” Wanda assured her. And likewise, because despite the fact that she tried to go through life thinking that all that was behind her, guilt often used to drown her.

But life gave her the little ones, and she had to be strong.

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“I love you.” Y/N whispered lost in those beautiful green eyes.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Wanda just smiled with a certain tenderness and kissed those lips.

The brunette sat on Y/N's hips, enjoying seeing the nakedness of the woman below her. Wanda's fingertips rubbed her belly slowly.

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“So…” She bit her lower lip, happy to see that the taunt worked.  It had been a long time since Wanda's sex life was as active as it is now. Feeling like a seductive woman, would do anything to please Y/N. “Pancakes or morning quickie?”

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Y/N smirked, caressing her hips.  “You know I can't resist you.”

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“It's good because I really need to feel you.” Wanda said with a mischievous smile, leaning down to kiss her lips slowly, deeply and passionately.

ㅤㅤㅤ 🐝🐝🐝 Things will get ugly for the baby Yellowjackets... and maybe the grown ups too. ㅤㅤㅤ

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CLOTHES I AM GIVING AWAY

My main concern is that they go to people who will wear them. You'll have to pay shipping, but I'm not charging anything for the clothes themselves. These are just unappreciated pieces in my closet. Some are spendy brands, some are cheap, but in any case, it's a good way for anyone who wants to get into dressing more vintagey but can't afford to start up or add to their collection to do so. I will send all of this out September 5th, so you can keep adding to your package as I keep posting.

All measurements are basically taken flat and doubled. I did my best, but I don't swear they are perfect. BUT PLEASE READ THEM. SOME OF THESE DRESSES ARE PINNED TO SHOW AS FITTING ON ME AND ARE BIGGER THAN YOU MIGHT THINK.

But I'm European???? I don't know inches??? https://www.unitconverters.net/length/inches-to-cm.htm there you go

Send me an ask if you want any of this, I'll mark it off as it gets claimed.

Green and black cotton, mild stretch 28 waist, 34 bust. I'm getting rid of this because I'm phasing black out of my wardrobe.

Blue winter dress, some stretch. 31 waist, 38 bust. I bought this one year for our Hanukkah party and I just don't love it though I want to.

TAKEN White floral dress, TONS of stretch. 27 waist, 36 bust, 39 hip. My wife will be sad about this one, but I just don't wear it.

TAKEN Polka dot dress, little stretch. top is lined. 28 waist, 36 bust. I've owned it for a lot of years and I'm just ready for something new.

Black rainbow slit dress. Little stretch. 28 waist, 36 bust. I wore this ALL THE TIME when I worked in a law office, but really haven't since.

Black and grey dress with a subtle silver sparkle. Lots of stretch. 33 waist, 40 bust. Nice, heavy dress, I bought it on clearance and wore it at work all the time, even though it didn't quite fit me right and I never did have it tailored.

TAKEN. Yellow floral dress, the top is full-on smocked in terms of stretch. 42 bust, 36 waist. I like this dress a lot, actually, but the color isn't good on me so I can't justify the cost of alterations.

Floral office dress, plenty of stretch, 27.5 waist, 40 bust (but it's meant to fit loose, so, don't worry). this was my very very favorite work dress and there's a part of me that wants to keep it but that is stupid. thick stretch bottom. tab and button to hold your rolled sleeve. Cool, comfortable, and professional.

Teal teenager dress, lots of stretch, 28 waist, 34 bust. I cannot imagine anyone would want this, but if you do, go for it! It's a 2000s homecoming dress ahahah.

Yellow dot dress, some stretch, 34 waist, 39 bust. What was going on with me that I thought I looked good in yellow? My god.

APPARENTLY THAT IS ALL THE PHOTOS I CAN PUT IN A POST. TIL NEXT TIME

[alittlextrathatway]

Line: "And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you." Location: supermarket

High School AU time again.

You can find parts 1 & 2: here and here

***

Matt had a very different plan for Homecoming.

Nice suit, fancy dinner, dancing, Severide's after party...

But then he pulled a bonehead move and forgot to pick up his dad's old suit from the cleaners where his sister had helped him arrange and pay for alterations. If it were up to him, he wouldn't touch anything that used to be his dad's. As much as losing him threw Matt's life into upheaval and deprived him of any hope of repairing their relationship someday, he knows he's better off without him. However, he can't afford a new suit so his only option, apart from just not going, is to repurpose something of his dad's. Or at least it was.

Now, he's screwed.

He calls Sylvie as he gets back into his car, staring mournfully at the dark storefront. He's such an idiot.

"Hey! Everything okay?"

"No. I'm a moron."

"I very much doubt that."

"Yeah, hold that thought till after I tell you what's happened."

He recounts the story of agreeing to work for a friend of his mom's who runs a construction business and of how the job ran later than expected. He was in such a rush to leave that he forgot he still needed to pick up his dress clothes until he was stepping out of the shower. And by then the cleaners had already been closed for 10 minutes.

"I don't have any thing I can wear instead. Not to a dance. Not when you've probably got a beautiful dress picked out -- If I show up in slacks and a polo I'd embarrass the hell out of you."

"You wouldn't," Sylvie assures him. "At last year's Homecoming in Fowlerton my ex boyfriend wore jeans and a cowboy hat. I don't mind farmer wear on a daily basis but to a dance? I wanted to throttle him. Slacks and a polo would be perfectly acceptable to me."

He starts to think maybe he didn't ruin her first school dance in Chicago until she finishes her thought.

"But unfortunately the school dress code for the dance isn't quite so flexible."

Shit. He forgot about the school dress code. Even if he did work something out, they wouldn't let him in.

"Dammit, you're right. I'm so sorry, Sylvie. This is not how I wanted our first date to go. Maybe we can try again some other night?"

"Try again?" She asks, sounding appalled at the suggestion. "You're not getting out of tonight that easily, Matt Casey. Pick me up at 7 and wear slacks and a polo just like we talked about. I have an idea."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Just because we can't go to the dance doesn't mean we can't hang out."

He shows up two hours later with a small bouquet of flowers and another apology ready to go, but his mind goes instantly blank when Sylvie answers the door in her Homecoming dress. It's a satin baby blue dress that matches the exact shade of her eyes. The top scoops, but is too high to be considered anything but modest and the front of the skirt skims the tops of her knees and then lengthens at the back. The fabric flows in a way that makes him think of a waterfall, gorgeous and serene. He's at a loss for any substantial words.

"Uh, wow. Hi."

She giggles and blushes, glancing down at her strappy silver heels. "Hi. Let me get my coat and we can go."

As she turns to head back inside he gets a glimpse of the back of the dress. It ties across her back in a wide bow and then leaves three inches of her skin exposed above the waistline of the skirt.

Yeah, a coat. She needs a coat. The urge to touch that little bit of smooth skin is going to take all the self control he has. She comes back with a black peacoat. It's on but open, the buttons undone and the sash untied.

She grabs his hand as she passes him and drags him down he hall toward her building's elevator. "Let's go before my mom forces us to take a million pictures."

They make it down to his truck very clumsily. Sylvie tripped over her shoes one or two times. Lucky for them both, Matt's got fast reflexes and caught her arm both times. They're laughing as he holds open his passenger door for her and offers his hand to help her climb in. Once she's settled he closes the door and hops in himself.

"So, what's the plan, boss?" Matt asks as he starts his truck.

"Oh, boss. I like that," Sylvie says with a smirk.

That smirk makes him want to lean across the middle console and kiss her, but he holds off. He'll wait for her to give him the green light.

"Head to the supermarket around the corner," Sylvie instructs.

"Supermarket?" Matt asks with a furrowed brow.

"Trust me."

He drives around the corner and parallel parks. As he parks, the reason Sylvie directed them here becomes clear. It's one of those markets with a salad bar and a hot buffet. Everything is fresh and affordable and can be packed up to go. "We're having supermarket hot wings?"

She laughs and nods. "Sure, if you want. I thought we'd pick up food here and then go have a picnic on the football field. No one will be there and we'll even be able to hear the DJ they hired for the dance. It'll be like our own private Homecoming celebration."

Oh, that's perfect, actually. Of course she'd think of that. She's brilliant. "That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day."

They get out and walk toward the supermarket. Sylvie grabs his hand as they pass through the automatic doors. He adjusts their hands to tangle their fingers together. The smile she points at him afterward is nothing short of radiant.

They each pick out an entree, a side, and a drink and head to the registers. The meal is easily more affordable than the fancy dinner he assumed he would need to treat her to and Sylvie seems just as excited about this food as she would about anything else.

She leans toward him to speak in a low voice as they wait their turn in line. "This chicken salad is amazing. I've been dreaming about it all week."

When they reach the cashier, Matt waves. They had English together last year. It must suck to have to work the night of the dance. "Hey, Naomi."

She smiles sweetly at him, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Matt, hi! I thought you'd be at the dance. What are you doing here?"

"We're on our way there," he replies. It's not technically a lie. They are going to the school after all. "But my date," he says nodding toward Sylvie and pointing a teasing grin at her. "Just had to have some of this chicken salad so here we are."

"Date?" Naomi asks, eyes widening with curiosity. "I just assumed you'd be going with Gabby again."

"Ah, no, Gabby and I broke up last year." He distracts himself from the interest in Naomi's stare and the awkward question by pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He nods to Sylvie again. "Have you met Sylvie Brett? She just started at our school this year."

Sylvie smiles but Matt can tell it's forced. Naomi skims a gaze over Sylvie but seems unimpressed. "I wish I'd known you were available. I've got to find better sources for my gossip."

"Yeah, okay," Matt says with a wince. "Can you ring us up? We're sort of eager to get going."

The smile on Sylvie's face doesn't waiver but he can see her eyes narrowing every so slightly. "By the way," she says, in a firm yet overly polite voice. "He's not."

"Not what?" Naomi asks as she turns her attention to the register and rings up their items.

"Available."

Matt should be offended that Sylvie's speaking for him. He used to hate it when Gabby did that and she did it a lot. But this moment with Sylvie is different. He's too thrilled to hear her claim him to care that she hasn't run it by him first.

That one word grabs Naomi's attention. She quirks a brow at Sylvie but otherwise ignores her, choosing to tell Matt his total instead. He pays, grabs Sylvie's hand, and leads them outside.

"Oh my god," Sylvie says, closing her eyes and hiding her face in his shoulder. "I can't believe I just did that. I am so sorry."

"Sylvie, really, it's fine--"

"No, I shouldn't have said that without talking to you about it first. Just because we're going on one date doesn't mean that you want everyone to think you're taken or that we're an item or something and I just went and blabbed that we are to -- whoever the heck that was. She was just so rude and blatantly checking you out right in front of me! It made me so mad and-- and--"

"Jealous?" He suggests, interrupting her with a mirthful smirk.

"Do not let that go to your head," she warns, her face flushing in embarrassment.

"Too late," he replies, taking her food from her and setting both their meals on the hood of his car. "Sylvie Brett just told the biggest gossip in school that I'm hers. If anything's gonna puff up my ego, it's that. Next time Sheffield comes sniffing around I'll be sure to tell him you're unavailable too. Truthfully, I can't wait. Maybe we'll run into him tonight."

"Wait, hold on," Sylvie says, stepping closer to him. "You're happy I basically told her you're mine like a jealous girlfriend?"

He shrugs, barely withholding a gleeful smile. "Like you said, she was rude. Naomi kinda deserved it. Plus, what if I told you I want you to be my girlfriend?"

Her confusion melts into elation. "You do?"

"More than anything."

She laughs and then bounces up onto her toes, grabbing his face and bringing his lips down to hers. It's a quick, excited kiss. Passionate but over much too soon. He responds by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him, resting his forehead on hers.

"Is that a yes?"

"That's a hell yes," Sylvie says, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Thank God," Matt says before he swoops in for another kiss. This one is deeper and longer and far more exploratory. Kissing Sylvie Brett is already one of his favorite memories and it's not even over yet. Nor will this be the last time he kisses her. No, he plans to keep coming back for more for as long as he can.

He never saw the new girl coming. She's flipped everything he thought he knew upside down and he's glad she did. His world needed a little shaking up. Thank God it was Sylvie that did the shaking. He doesn't want to imagine how his senior year would have started without her.

[violetgreeneao3]

BTR Chapter 6 - Homecoming

Yujin didn’t have a suit, only a tie, so she was going to rent one but Wonyoung told her she would need one in the future anyway.

“You may as well get one now.”

“Can’t exactly afford it, Princess,” she said, about to mention how it was mainly due to Wonyoung’s expectation that Yujin pay her for food wherever even though they weren’t really dating, but she didn’t get the change to bring it up before Wonyoung dragged her into a boutique downtown.

“We have to pick up your tie anyway. It matches my dress,” she said with an eagerness that brought a smile to Yujin’s face. Maybe this Homecoming stuff wasn’t so bad after all, if it made Wonyoung smile like that. Yujin let go of her arm right before she rang the bell at the front. A man appeared from the back and Wonyoung’s smile changed to something saccharine. “Hello, Daddy. I need a few things for my friend.”

“Oh hello Dear. It’s lovely to see you,” she said he barely meant it. “What will you need?”

“Just a suit for Homecoming, for Yujin.” Without warning, Wonyoung dragged Yujin into the back. Her father followed them, so Yujin couldn’t even see the expression on his face until she was up on an elevated circle surrounded by tools and various fabrics.

It would’ve been nice to know ahead of time that Wonyoung was taking her here, not only to have a suit tailored but that it was being done by her father. But she supposed there was a reason Wonyoung didn’t tell her, because she knew her well enough to know she’d have refused.

Wonyoung plopped herself in a nearby seat, her sunglasses slipping off the crown of her head. She set them aside just as her father began taking Yujin’s measurements. The silence didn’t last long.

“Does Sunghoon already have something made?” he asked, jotting down some numbers on a notepad nearby. He returned to measure her shoulder, saying, “I figured you’d take him here to get something made.”

“Well I would’ve, but we broke up,” she said, her voice a little stiff but not in a worried way. More embarrassed than anything else, which made perfect sense for her. “So Yujin’s taking me instead so I don’t have to go alone.”

“Well that’s awfully kind of you,” her father said, taking the final measurements and humming. He turned to Wonyoung, then. “Is there any certain fabric you’d like, or colors?”

“Cotton is fine, in Navy Blue. Something that matches the tie I asked for.”

“Oh, right. It matches your dress,” he said in the same bored tone he’d been using throughout the entire interaction. He was a succinct sort of guy. At least Yujin hoped so, because if not that made his demeanor more of a personal attack.

When Wonyoung mentioned Sunghoon he didn’t seem sorry, nor did any particular emotion strike him. Apathy was the word for it. Yujin couldn’t help but wonder how Wonyoung’s mother was. If she was the same or if she was even in the picture at all.

Yujin had swore she heard Wonyoung say parents, plural, but that was an easy thing to mishear. Nevertheless, one parent like this was enough to explain why Wonyoung was the way she was. If Yujin had to venture a guess, she would say Wonyoung got her control freak nature from him and her emphasis on vanity from her mother. Or maybe, like most things, it was just a mix of both.

“If you have something you can just fit it now. I wouldn’t want to trouble you with a new project.”

“How kind of you, Dear,” he said, still monotone. Maybe sarcastic? Yujin couldn’t tell, just gave Wonyoung a very confused look as he disappeared into another room that presumably contained ready-made suits.

Wonyoung merely shrugged and stepped over to her, grabbing the pink tie on the way and holding it up on Yujin’s chest.

“It looks good,” she said, pulling it away and packing it up with a tap on the fancy box’s cover. This whole place was fancy, explained Wonyoung’s money quite nicely. “Suits you well.”

Wonyoung’s father came back and they interacted very unlike family. It was like this was a business transaction. By the end of it, Yujin felt the need to offer her hand and for the first time he smiled.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Jang.”

“You, too, Miss...?”

“Yujin,” she supplied despite Wonyoung having said it multiple times already. His hand felt like a vice, communicating everything that he didn’t, a veiled threat that made Yujin swallow hard. “Yujin Ahn.”

He let her go, finally, after an assessing pause, and Yujin didn’t have to think twice about where Wonyoung got that from.

..

For someone who spent the better part of highschool hating Wonyoung, she didn’t know a lot about her. She hadn’t known about her father or her mother or if she had any siblings. She simply hated Wonyoung by association since she hated almost everyone Wonyoung spent her time with at school.

Since the Sunghoon breakup, however, she started spending more time with less people. Yuri, Jiwon, Minjeong, and Yujin, among other people she had only a few classes with. Plus there was Rei and the rest of the team, who Wonyoung pretended to loathe but clearly enjoyed the presence of.

Yujin noticed a shift in her. Their conversations still morphed into arguments more often than not, but their small talk was illuminating.

She discovered Wonyoung’s mother was a pretty famous politician and Wonyoung made fun of her for not already knowing that, as if her focus was solely on Wonyoung before she even knew her.

She took Wonyoung to the shop and they walked around looking at the nicest cars, which Yujin had yet to beg her father for but she knew if she said the right things he would cave. She picked a Cherry Red Mustang that was for sale.

“Oh, I fixed the engine on that,” she said, but Wonyoung rolled her eyes.

“Don’t care.”

Yujin must have been some kind of masochist for smiling when Wonyoung acted that way, all eye rolls and strutting off with crossed arms and a sharp turn of her flats. Her hair was wavy and bouncy, the sunlight catching it, and for the nth time Yujin offered to drive her home but for the nth time Wonyoung refused to ride on a ‘death trap’.

“Fine. Wait,” she said, stopping Wonyoung by her shoulder before she left the lot. “Let me ask my dad for the Mustang. I’ll be right back.”

She steeled herself and walked back inside, approaching him as casually as possible, but it fell apart when he gave her a knowing look.

“What are you about to ask me for?”

She looked away sheepishly, itching her nape with a small sigh.

“The keys to the Mustang.”

His look turned more reprimanding.

“It’s important,” she insisted, leaning against the counter. Her tone was unconvincing, though, and she resorted to a little, “Please?”

He considered it, glancing toward the lockbox that contained all the keys on the wall. He glanced toward his own key ring, before asking, “Maybe if you tell me why you want them after just getting your bike done.”

“Because,” she said, swallowing dryly when his eyes flitted to where Wonyoung was probably waiting. She had a time limit when it came to being outside in the sun and she’d probably reached it. “Wonyoung’s scared of riding it because of her hair and stuff and we’re going to homecoming.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?” He grinned and pulled her into a very sudden hug. “I’m glad things worked out between you two. I’ve never seen you bring someone around here so much.”

“It’s not like that. It’s still just about her ex,” she said as he took the keys from the box. He dangled them in front of her.

“Ok, well, I can only give them to you if you promise me something.”

“I thought all I had to do was tell you why…”

“No, I said maybe. The official term is that you tell her how you really feel.” He dropped the keys into her hands, his grin turning into a small smile as he ignored her wide eyes to ruffle her hair. “Now don’t go saying you don’t know what I mean. I know you. You wouldn’t go this far out of your way for just anyone.”

“Hello,” came Wonyoung’s voice, which was suddenly light and airy like a wind chime. She gave Yujin a weird look, either at her eyes or the blush on her cheeks, but looked back to Dad. “Sorry about the car. I’m in a hurry.”

“It’s no worry. You just make sure to have fun at your little dance.”

Yujin expected some discomfort on Wonyoung’s face but she laughed with a little teeth and smiled and it was just about the most beautiful thing Yujin had ever seen. When did she get so comfortable here? Or maybe the better question was when did Yujin get so comfortable having her?

..

Yujin hadn’t been nervous until she thought about what Dad said. She even tried to rid it from her mind altogether, but he kept bringing it up when she was at work as if he knew exactly what she was trying to do. It got to a point where she told him she didn’t like her like that, which earned her a long lecture she really wasn’t in the mood for.

In an instance that was rather unfortunate but would have been a lucky break had they not been talking about Wonyoung, Wonyoung appeared. It was only surprising because it was a weekday evening. She wielded two drinks, one of them getting shoved into Yujin’s hands.

“We have to go get your suit,” she announced, lifting her sunglasses to reveal her eyes, which were as dazzling as usual. “Hi Bohyun. Good day today?”

“Splendid,” he answered, grinning stupidly and giving Yujin some side eye that only made her blush ten times worse. “I’ve gotta thank you for pulling something together for Jinnie. I barely pay her so I know you must’ve pulled some strings.”

Wonyoung laughed, waved it off, and looped their arms.

“It’s fine as long as I can take her right now.”

“Y’know as long as it’s you, you can take her whenever you want.”

“Good to know. Thank you,” she said, and by the time they were holding hands on the street Yujin was in absolutely no state of mind to question how easily Dad sold her to this psycho for the evening.

Some wind and a sip of her drink brought her back to reality.

“Why exactly do I need to come?”

“To make sure it fits right,” Wonyoung said, looking over at her. Those eyes scanned her up and down as they waited for the signal to change. “Which you should know because I literally told you I’d need to have my dress fitted one more time. We’re going to do that after.”

“Sorry. This is just a lot.”

“It’s really not. Prom will be even more of an ordeal because I’ll have someone else do my hair and makeup and my dress will be much longer. This is nothing compared to that.”

“You’ve given it a lot of thought, huh?” she asked, kicking herself for sounding strange. She was sure Wonyoung noticed too, given the judgemental look she tossed at her. “Any idea who you’re gonna go with? That’s a ways away.”

Wonyoung stopped abruptly, their joined hands becoming a prison when Wonyoung’s regular grip turned into a death grip.

“Why are you even asking that?” she spat out, turning to glare at her. It was a good sign she was still holding her hand though… probably. “Are you just trying to rub it in, or what? Are you mocking me?”

“No—No. I was just wondering because you brought it up like you had plans.”

“Well obviously I did but my plans were for the boyfriend who cheated on me, so thanks for reminding me of that.”

Wonyoung was always like this. She always blew up at a single hairpin drop. So Yujin knew what to do when Wonyoung released her hand with a frustrated huff.

She grabbed Wonyoung by the wrist and kept her from turning away.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I was really just asking. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Well you did.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It didn’t even feel like rolling over anymore. It was more like smoothing a bandage over a bruise, the careful way she laced their fingers together again. “Can I give you a hug?”

Wonyoung was the one who closed the distance between them, and the weight of Wonyoung in her arms was far too familiar. Far too comforting. Far too much like something she didn’t want to let go of.

She knew by now her father was right. Try as she may, she couldn’t ignore it forever. Her feelings were only growing by the day. With each smile, laugh, snarky quip, and moment of physical contact between them, Yujin was growing more attached.

Each time they did this especially, her chin on Wonyoung’s shoulder and her arms hooked around the small of her back. Wonyoung may have tried to make herself appear big and strong, but it was in moments like these Yujin knew better than anyone that deep down Wonyoung was as light and delicate as she felt. So lithe, Yujin could have lifted her off the sidewalk and spun her if she wanted to. And she did want to. So she did it, smiling at the proximity of Wonyoung’s giggles to her ear.

God, Dad was right. She really couldn’t ignore it any longer. Against all odds and likelihoods she was falling. And devastatingly fast.

She was honestly afraid to look down, unsure of how close the ground was. She much preferred to stay suspended in the air, blissfully unaware that at any given moment she could be reduced to smithereens.

..

Wonyoung was a sight to behold.

Yujin had been waiting for about ten minutes outside. It took a great effort not to mess up her tie as she waited outside. Thankfully there were no cars in the driveway and the only light on came from what Yujin assumed was Wonyoung’s room. When the light shut off, Wonyoung appeared in front of her in the following minutes, and she didn’t really know what to say. Honestly, she didn’t think words would be right for the moment.

She smiled, unblinking, and gave Wonyoung the corsage she requested.

“It’s a good thing you can at least follow instructions,” she said, fixing the flower on Yujin’s suit that matched the ones now on her wrist. It suited her well, the pink and white roses complimenting her dress and Yujin’s tie. Wonyoung’s sigh was slow and steady. “Where would be without me?”

She shrugged. ”Probably at home watching a good movie.”

“So tortured, basically, given your taste in movies,” she teased, and there was this lightness about it that Yujin was suddenly conscious of. Weeks ago it would have been insane, the idea of Wonyoung speaking to her in such a softly goading way.

Her lips were glossy and shiny and Yujin could not look away from them. She couldn’t erase the part of her mind that remembered Wonyoung saying they would kiss. They hadn’t spoken about it since, of course, but she wasn’t sure what to expect.

Sure, Yujin had a few kisses under her belt, but she hadn’t ever anticipated them. Never before had her skin gotten all tingly, nor had the hair on the back of her neck bristled at the thought. Not until now, that was.

“Let’s get going then. Fashionably late, no thanks to you.”

“You said eight…” she said, opening the door for Wonyoung and putting her hand where she may have very well hit her head. “I was punctual.”

“Which is rare for you. You’re always late.”

“Well this is… special,” she said, slamming the door when Wonyoung gave her a confused look. The escape was temporary, though, because Wonyoung was speaking again the very second Yujin sat in the driver's seat.

“This is just like everything else we’ve done,” she said, drumming her nails on the centre console as Yujin shifted into drive. “Just… with background music and something to look forward to. This should be it.”

“Will it?” Yujin swallowed, trying and failing not to let that sinking feeling overpower the excitement. “Won’t it be bad if we break up after Homecoming?”

“Yeah. I suppose it would.” She clicked her tongue adorably, as if she hadn’t thought of this before. “Good thing Thanksgiving break is in a month. That’ll be a good time to end things.”

“Will it?”

“Why in the world are you using that tone?” she sort of snapped. Yujin almost jerked the wheel, but she calmed herself down when Wonyoung huffed. So silly of her to have forgotten that Wonyoung was just like this naturally, never more than a misstep from implosion. “You sound like a kicked puppy. Is there something you want to say to me? Since when have you been afraid of protesting with me?”

She had a point. Yujin was acting starkly unlike herself. That much she could not deny.

“I just figured you’d want more time with me.” She really hoped Wonyoung did not notice how she had to fake her usual confidence. “Y’know, since I’m a really good girlfriend. I thought you’d miss me.”

“You wish,” she scoffed, smiling.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence that seemed comfortable for Wonyoung and was just plain foreboding for Yujin. She had a really bad feeling about the night. She was sure that if she took Dad’s advice she would end up humiliating herself

But at the same time she wasn’t sure she had much to lose. It wasn’t as if Wonyoung would be able to tell anyone but Yuri that it had happened, because what kind of rumour would that have been? Yujin had a crush on her own girlfriend? Wow, major news—Someone call the New York Times.

So as she drove them to the venue she tried her best to muster the courage. She tried to keep in mind the excitement on Wonyoung’s face when they announced they would have a proper prom and not one inside of the gymnasium like usual. The way her eyes lit up and then curved with the force her smile, which was most beautiful when she wasn’t putting in all the effort she did when other people were around. People who didn’t care about her like Yujin had grown to. Who would never have known her like Yujin did.

Yujin handed the tickets to the man at the door. He checked their IDs and crossed their names off, giving them a wave to enter.

Wonyoung smiled at him and led the way, tugging Yujin by her arm.

“I thought you said to walk slowly?”

“I’m excited,” she stated plainly, her smile so infectious that Yujin had to share it despite how much she hated the prospect of mingling with a bunch of people she barely knew for hours. Even muffled through walls, the music sounded terrible.

She knew now that Wonyoung would be her only respite in this ocean of things she hated. How ironic. Two months ago she would have thought that impossible. She hated Wonyoung and now here she was taking her to homecoming. Having a crush on her and trying to find the words while being dragged from group to group.

She noticed a few people. Yuri and Yena, of course. Rei and Jiwon, who despite arriving separately and being from very different circles, were chatting with each other against the wall. Minjeong, then a Jimin when she walked over in what was a clear attempt to get Wonyoung to introduce them, and since Wonyoung was happy she actually did.

There were a lot of other people too. Yuna, Haneul, Shuhua, Yeri—It felt like it was never going to end. She didn’t know even half of the people at some point, so she told Wonyoung directly into her ear that she was going to refill her drink and Wonyoung said she’d be there in a moment.

Yujin was smelling the punch to make sure it was safe when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

It was quiet enough by the refreshments that no one had to yell. They could speak normally and understand each other well.

“I see you’re absolutely hating it here,” Minju said, Eunbi smiling and waving at her side. Finally some familiar faces. “Where’s your girl?”

“Uhh…” she drawled, glancing where she exited the crowd and drawing a blank. “That’s a problem for me in five minutes.”

They both laughed, and while only Minju stared, Eunbi pulled her into a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you came, Yujin. I really thought you wouldn’t go to prom before you graduated.”

“I didn't want to.”

“Well it’s good you found someone who forces you outside of your comfort zone.”

“If by that you mean being pushy and overbearing, then yeah. Sure. I’m well outside of my zone.”

“As you say, dripping with fondness,” Eunbi laughed, playfully booping her nose. “I’ll admit I thought it was weird, but I trusted you. I thought you didn’t like younger girls but you seem really happy.”

“Yeah, I am,” she admitted lowly as someone else approached. She avoided looking fully in the dim, colourful lighting because she was afraid it was Wonyoung and she would notice her blush, but luckily it was Soojin so she didn’t need to worry.

“Wow. Wonyoung really fixed you up nicely.” Soojin roughly patted the lapels of her suit. “Did her dad make this for you?”

“Uh—Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Just a guess. I remembered Sunghoon had this phase of bragging about his HOCO suit last year, so I figured you’d get the same treatment.”

“Isn’t that a big deal?” Minju asked, her eyes a little wider than usual. Her arms were crossed, too, and she seemed to have trouble meeting anyone’s eyes. “Meeting her parents?”

“Oh, no. Not really. It was just a little thing. Plus I’ve never even seen her Mom.”

Eunbi laughed. “Do you not watch the news?”

“Uhhh, no.” Yujin scratched her nape with a dry chuckle. “I should probably go—”

“What about your Dad?” Minju asked, and it all felt a bit awkward. The small silence where Eunbi decided to walk away and Soojin slowly followed, taking the hint. “Sorry… I made it weird, didn’t I?”

“No, it’s fine,” Yujin lied. As much as she wanted to ignore it, the situation wasn’t usual. They dated a long time ago, yeah, way back in freshman year, but no one had forgotten about it. “She’s met him, yeah. And he really likes her.”

“That’s nice. I’m happy for you, really.” Minju’s smile was real, but that also meant she didn’t hide the faint sadness in it. A wistfulness underlined the sincerity.

Yujin still felt pretty bad about how she handled things, how easy and careless she was when she broke up with her.

“Hey… I’m really sorry about back then,” she finally said after mustering the courage. “I wish things worked out between us.”

“Should you really be saying that when you have a girlfriend?”

“Oh—Well, I—uh—I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just sorry I was a douchebag.” She laughed dryly. “I’ve changed, is all, and I wish I was more mature back then so I didn’t hurt you.”

“Thanks,” Minju accepted with a chuckle and sip of her beverage. “Wonyoung’s a lucky girl.”

“Jinnie.” She felt a tug on her arm at the exact time she heard her voice, which was somehow both sweet and sharp. A blade made of sugar crystals. She spared Minju what felt like a very dismissive glance, then turned her so she could have all her attention and place either hand on her shoulder. “Let's dance.”

“Sure.” Yujin set down the cup she hadn’t even filled and sent Minju a wave goodbye before being dragged away toward the mass of people. What she didn’t expect was for Wonyoung to avoid the crowd and push her against a wall on the opposite side.

“What was that?” she hissed, her smile out of what seemed like nowhere. Yujin didn’t even get the chance to wonder what she was talking about. “You can’t just talk to your ex like that.”

“Why? We’ve been friends for a while and she wakes up to me.”

“Because you can’t. People are gonna get the wrong idea.” Even in her most livid form, Wonyoung was breathtaking. It swayed with her angry movements, which were a mix of these sort of stomping paces and switching weight between her legs, and it was honestly adorable. “Hello? Aren’t you even sorry? You could ruin everything by doing that. Also I saw you talking to Soojin.”

“And…?” she teased. “She’s my friend, Wonyoung.”

“You—You can’t,” she protested, though the ridiculousness seemed to be hitting her because she looked away momentarily and her cheeks were growing increasingly discolored.

She could do nothing but grin and ask, still very teasingly, “Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“So I’m just supposed to follow you around and talk to no one?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“But you can talk to anyone you want?”

“Yeah, obviously.”

“Wonyoung.”

“What?”

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous? Don’t be ridiculous. It has nothing to do with—No. I’m not jealous. God. Don’t be an idiot. I wouldn’t even care if you guys were talking if it wasn’t in a public place. I wouldn’t care at all. Me? Jealous? Don’t make me laugh. You would never make me—”

Yujin yanked her in and silenced her on a whim. Silenced her with a kiss that was one-sided for a second, Wonyoung’s lips motionless against hers until they responded with fervour. She mirrored the same heat and hunger that Yujin put into it. It could’ve been fake, yeah, but that wasn’t exactly on Yujin’s mind as she felt Wonyoung’s manicured nails on the back of her neck and she finally felt the curve of her waist. Really felt it, took a real grasp, her other hand snaking to where Wonyoung’s dress exposed her skin in the back.

They were having a very normal, albeit steamy kiss until Wonyoung made this sound that flipped a switch in Yujin’s brain. Suddenly she reversed their positions, pining Wonyoung against the wall with her lips and tracing her spine with the tip of her finger so that she arched off of it and into her instead. The shiver she produced was nothing short of addictive.

Countless dizzying seconds passed like this. Her hands feeling Wonyoung, skin both covered and exposed. Wonyoung’s hands clutching her shoulder, feeling her in a different, more restrained way that was still a lot for Wonyoung. It spurred Yujin on, encouraged her to leave kisses on the underside of Wonyoung’s jaw when she leaned her head back against the wall, breaking the kiss for panting breaths of air.

Yujin had more stamina, obviously. She would’ve been willing to kiss Wonyoung into oblivion, maybe even forget where she was and do a lot more to her in the ballroom, but a stern voice interrupted that.

“Girls.”

Yujin quickly backed away with a loud clear of her throat, feeling closer to death than ever because she knew that voice and really didn’t want to turn to face it. But she had to. The most she could do was smile awkwardly.

“I hate to have to tell you this is neither the time nor place. Sorry. Rules are rules,” Coach Manoban said, smirking and nodding toward her. “You’ve got something on your lips there.”

Yujin wiped the back of her hand on her lips.

“Anyway, no more making out or you’ll get kicked out. At least go where no one can see you.,” she said, taking a step away before looking back. “Also you’ve still got her lipstick on you.”

Wonyoung groaned and pull her her closer, almost as close as before, and used her thumb to wipe off whatever marks Coach Manoban had referred to. Yujin couldn’t help the stupid grin that made it difficult for her. The butterflies in her stomach were restless and giddy. Especially when she noticed Wonyoung’s intense blush and the way she couldn’t even look at her after cleaning off her mouth.

“How’s mine?” Wonyoung asked, pointedly ignoring what just happened.

“Perfect.” She couldn’t even be surprised by how Wonyoung came out unscathed. It made so much sense for her, with how put-together she was. Yujin leaned into her again, still high off their kiss. “You’re so pretty.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

Yujin craned in again, moments away from kissing her when Wonyoung pushed her back by the shoulders. She looked stunned and then it hit Yujin. The order of this was all wrong. She missed the part where she told Wonyoung she actually liked her and just jumped to the kissing, as impulsive as ever.

Wonyoung was just so beautiful when she was truly flustered.

Fuck.

She wanted Wonyoung so much more than she thought.

“Let’s get something to drink,” Yujin said, stepping further back to give her some space. She even shoved her hands into the pockets of her pants. “Or food? Are you hungry?”

“I could use a drink,” Wonyoung laughed awkwardly, her eyes leaving without returning. Yeah. Not such a good sign. “Can you grab me one?”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

She did a walk of shame, her eyes trained on the hardwood floor, the music getting slightly louder before it hit her that she didn’t even ask what Wonyoung wanted. There was punch, water, tea—a whole bunch of things. So she turned to ask and was more surprised than she should’ve been at the sight that awaited her.

Wonyoung, still against the wall. Sunghoon where Yujin had been. His gaze was as harsh as his jaw. Wonyoung looked somewhat pleased, though more uncomfortable, but this was what she wanted.

Still, Yujin waited to see if Wonyoung wanted an escape. Even though her heart ached in her chest, her lips burned, and her head throbbed with regret, she watched them interact because she didn’t want to abandon Wonyoung fully. She hadn’t considered, of course, that Wonyoung had never been hers to leave in the place.

Their conversation got heated, then Wonyoung looked around and saw her. Saw Yujin watching them intently. Her reaction? Grab Sunghoon’s wrist and pull him away.

All those feelings she had doubled. Sadness turned to anguish and the regret was this desperate gnawing. She couldn’t even bring herself to be upset with Wonyoung, only herself. After all, Wonyoung had been more than clear on what she wanted in the beginning and every step of the way.

Sure, the lines were blurred when they went on lunch dates, sat chatting in the car, and held hands when they were nowhere near school, but those occurrences could all be justified in some grand way. All those things were necessary to make their relationship more believable, or convincing, or realistic, or whatever Wonyoung would say whenever Yujin asked about it.

At any step of the way, Yujin could have refused. Wonyoung would never have forced her to hold her hand at the mall. Wonyoung would never have been the one to ask Yujin to a movie. Wonyoung wasn’t the one who initially asked Yujin to lunch.

This was a grave Yujin had begun digging since the second this whole thing started. It was no no fault of her own that she was suffering the consequences now, watching Wonyoung drag Sunghoon away.

Yujin didn’t want to pry. What she wanted to do, as her heart weighed her down and the floor became the easiest thing to look at, was leave and not return. But that stupid, gullible part of herself still cared for Wonyoung. An overwhelmingly strong care that she could not ignore.

She followed after them, speeding up her steps so she wouldn’t lose them. Of course it happened anyway. They had a good head start, so when she broke into the hall she could only follow the faint click of Wonyoung’s heel and the pleading lilt to Sunghoon’s voice.

She found them in a stairwell and had to stand against the wall to hear well, but it wasn’t too hard because of how echoey the space was. She missed the first half of their conversation, clearly, because they were in the thick of it.

“Was that not the point? You did it, Wonyoung. Congratulations!” He feigned a chipper voice, then went back to frustration. “Is that what you want to hear? Fine. You win. You made me jealous.”

“That is not the point,” Wonyoung said so sternly. But wasn’t it? Was that not exactly what she wanted from the get-go?

Though, her goal had always been unclear. Yujin was simply along for the ride. At first because of a petty hatred for Sunghoon, then at some point because she had a real, mounting crush.

He laughed, the bitter sound echoing.

“You’re seriously going to sit here and try to convince me you being with Yujin isn’t about me? Maybe everyone else believes that but I don’t. Not for a second. I know you don’t like her, Won, no way that changed so quickly.”

“I only disliked her because of you.”

“That’s not true and you know it. You hate that she’s better than you.”

“Fine. Ok. Maybe I did.” Ouch. She sort of expected it but it still stung like a slap. “But I don’t anymore. And maybe it even used to be about you but honestly I forgot you existed up until about a minute ago.”

That was… alarmingly untrue. Wonyoung had brought him a few times in the past weeks. It was a consistent thing that usually came up whenever the lines got particularly blurry and Yujin made the mistake of pointing that out. He was always on her mind, if only peripherally, and that fact only made Yujin feel like an even greater fool.

“That’s not true,” he mumbled.

“It is. She’s so good to me and you know it.”

“Because she wants to get in your pants.”

Wonyoung huffed a laugh at that.

“You of all people should know I’m not that easy. And even if I was, you know Yujin isn’t like that. You’re the one who hates her because she’s better than you.” She took a few steps, seemingly toward the door, then paused. “You know, the problem with you is that you need to grow the fuck up.”

Yujin was surprised before she knew why. Wonyoung was far from a saint but she’d actually never heard her swear, she didn’t think, and the most perverse part of her mind was kinda excited about it but that was really far from the point. Anything to distract from her heartbreak, she supposed. Though she had to admit, with each word Wonyoung spoke, she felt her heart hurt a little less.

“You’re lying,” he said firmly.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

There were footsteps, then the blunt sound of what was likely a shove.

“God—Stop! Just stop,” Wonyoung said, her first words still bouncing around as the following were delivered. “I don’t want you and I never will.”

“Come on, Wonyoung. I know you wanted me back and you have me! You always have. That thing with Sunoo was just us messing around. I regret it since it happened.”

“I don’t care about that. Just let me—”

“That’s just not true. You don’t like her. Cmon, don’t do this to me. You can’t—”

“Move. I have to leave,” she said with a shaky breath, now on the verge of blowing up. “She’s probably looking for me.”

“Seriously, what do you want me to say? Whatever it is I’ll say it. Just tell me so we can—”

“Are you so self centered that you can see it?!” Wonyoung finally broke into a full shout, her voice no match for concrete walls. “It has nothing to do with hating you and everything to do with loving her! Ok?! You could try your hardest and you wouldn’t be a fraction of the person she is so just stop. I didn’t even have to try with her, that’s how easy it was. It was a fucking accident but it’s real now.”

Wonyoung’s breaths were trembling and loud and ragged, but the volume of them was no match for the cataclysmic explosions going off in Yujin’s chest. Each heartbeat was like a tidal wave crashing into her soul, a maelstrom of questions building into one suffocating feeling.

“And if you can’t see that, I really don’t know what more I can say except goodbye.” Her voice was trembling and oh so unlike the version of her she wanted everyone to think she was. “And honestly, I hope you find whatever the hell you’re looking for.”

Was this real?—No. It couldn’t be. Love? That seemed like way too much for Wonyoung. Or was it? Could it really be or was she just so blinded by her own feelings she couldn't see that this was a part of Wonyoung’s master plan? She had, after all, been very vague with the details.

Yujin was I caught up in her mind and the heat of what she listened to that she didn’t noticed Wonyoung leaving until it was too late. She opened the door straight into Yujin, and only upon realizing it was Yujin did she look shell-shocked.

“Yujin,” she barely even whispered.

Yujin offered a weak smile. “…Hi.”

NEXT Chapter 7 - All’s well that ends

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[timetravelingcourtney]

Courtney's Collection: What I Would Add

I was going to call this Courtney's Collection: What I Would Have Done Differently but her collection is...I'm gonna say it, totally rad. Instead, as a child of the 80's almost exactly Courtney's age, here's what I would add...

To her sportswear collection, I would add so much more Esprit inspired pieces.

The highlight of my back to school shopping was going to the Esprit outlet in San Francisco and going nuts with discounted Esprit pieces. They were the foundation of my entire wardrobe for the school year.

I copied the styling from the accessories, to the hair to the pre teen attitude. Interestingly, my obsession with Esprit also brought me into a love of pop art a la Lichtenstein and Oldenburg.

And I loved the models so very much. A mom of one of my former students was an Esprit model as a child. Her mom worked for the company and I gotta say, my inner child was so jealous.

I was also obsessed with Benetton but that was so far out of the price range. I just literally lingered outside of the store staring at the signage. Then I went to the affordable Benetton - the Gap. Love love love the focus on multi cultural representation which was really ahead of the curve.

But little women cannot live by sportswear alone, sometimes we go fancy places and do fancy things.

This appears to be the exact dress I wore for 6th Grade graduation from Gunne Sax by Jessica McClintock. For all fancy events, I basically only wore Gunne Sax for years.

As Gunne Sax moved from 70's peasant dresses to 80's dresses, they became pretty much Edwardian.

I had this top too with the "pie crust collar" and wore it on repeat with a matching skirt.

The summer after 8th Grade, my mom took me to the Gunne Sax outlet in San Francisco to pick out TWO homecoming dresses as she was certain I would be asked to more than one homecoming. I was not so certain, but she was right (a Maryellen boomer that one). I chose one strapless black one with sequins on the bodice and a strapless white one with lace on the bodice. My favorite part about it is not my dates or the dresses, but that the very first incarnation of Cirque de Soleil was in town and the young girls from the show were at the outlet shopping and trying on dresses while I was there. They had their hair in curlers for the show that night. I was in awe.

This is the closet I could find to what Courtney wears to the news station interview and it's most likely Laura Ashley. Me and my friends didn't wear a lot of Laura Ashley but we had a lot of Laura Ashely in our house including my bedding.

I think a lot of what you wore in the 80's was about proximity. I had proximity to SF so I could shop the outlets and wear stuff that would have been otherwise unattainable. I can imagine if you were in a place where your go to mall staple was JC Penny that your wardrobe would look quite different. However, Courtney seems to have access to a very well stocked mall so I'd love to see her collection reflect some of this.

[bloodygiovanni]

@xfortunax​ location: Ballroom, Pluto’s Homecoming notes: do we have a thread? yes. did I want to give u another? also yes. respond at your leisure kiss kiss

A room full of horned up blood bags all dressed to impress and it went without question that Caio was still the most gorgeous at the estate. Giovanni was sure that Isabella or anyone who knew him would call him some sappy, lovestruck fool but admittedly the Venus couldn’t deny what he felt for the other. It had been said before that the vampire’s life was nearly full, practically complete - his insatiable lust for life and immortality had afforded him everything he could have ever wanted. Nearly, anything. Without Caio his bed remained empty but it wasn’t what happened in the night that he missed, but the mornings. Nonsensical half-asleep conversations while the world was still quiet, when anything felt possible. Maybe a few centuries in Elysia was nothing to Fortuna, but it was half of Giovanni’s lifetime. 

“If memory serves you were always light on your feet.” Giovanni remarked as he took the other’s hand and led the avariel to the dance floor. Apparently there was a rave happening in the basement but the estate had good sound proofing because even his vampiric senses couldn’t hear it. There was just the strings, the violins and violas. Cellos and upright bassists. A harpsichordist with a piano accompaniment, the nocturnal creatures had gone all out for the affair. Roman statues pumped fresh blood and dribbled from their palms and their mouths, the eyes in some cases. One was very clearly a carving of Fortuna. Giovanni gestured with his chin towards that one in particular, “That doesn’t bother you, does it?” Giovanni asked, smile fixed across his features as one hand remained folded in Caio’s while the other rest easily at Fortuna’s waist. 

[gooeyyeehaw]

Capitalism? Piracy? Hoco?

Here's more of a ranty post because I'm frustrated right now.

For my homecoming at high school, the theme was "Under the Sea". I figured dressing up as a pirate could easily be appropriate enough. I ordered a good-looking black shirt and red pants and am pretty disappointed with the results. I, of course, was not expecting stellar quality coming from Amazon when the prices were fifteen and twenty. I was excited to try them on the whole day but was taken aback when they arrived in the mail in one of those clear, slider zipper sort of bags.

When I tried them on, not only were they not a great size, but they were extremely wrinkly and the color of the pants was not quite as shown in the photo. I was pretty disappointed, but I'm still going to toss them in the washing machine to see if that will have any effect.

I'm more frustrated because I have no time to find anything else, and I'm not exactly a conventional dresser, meaning I cycle through my entire wardrobe and don't have anything saved for special occasions, which was the source of my excitement for the new outfit. I'm unsure what to do next because I was hoping to show up in something fresh and exciting, but I don't have any time to buy anything online. Do pirate-themed shops exist?!

The whole situation has really just made me jealous of Stede Bonnet's wardrobe from OFMD. My outfit was supposed to emulate the cursed red suit he finds in S2E5, but I didn't really succeed in that and just ended up looking stupid.

Who knew piracy would be so expensive?! Especially for a profession involving theft, and well, piracy. How do they expect me to ravage and pillage if I can't look good? It makes me really reflect, this first came up when I was watching Rio Bravo, how do cowboys and really any sort of historical figure afford all the nice clothing they wear? I mean think about the amount of leather both of them wear.

[spacevampires]

ok so i dont wear dresses often, i just dont go anywhere where a dress is "appropriate"

and i definitely do not go anywhere a prom dress would be appropriate

however, i saw a dress at the thrift store that's like. a little more formal than a homecoming dress but a little too short for a prom dress (at least, back in my day, idk what the kids these days wear and it full well could have been someone's prom dress lol). it was $5.

i initially passed up on it because i didn't have anywhere to wear it, but i genuinely sat up all night thinking about the dress. i also don't care if i'm dressing wildly inappropriately in most scenarios and LOVE dressing "formal" to go do mundane tasks or even sit around the house. and when i do wear it in public (because i will), nobody's going to pay enough attention to care. we all have our own problems.

so i swung back today, tried it on, it was perfectly my size. i got it. i'm going to put it on tonight and get some photos.

i feel like a lot of people in my age and social class don't have a lot of places to dress up fancy even if they want to, so here's your sign:

if you saw an outfit piece you love, can afford, and would wear if you had places to wear it, or if it was more socially acceptable to wear it to places you do go... get it. make yourself happy. wear it around for whatever. if you already own it, even better. wear your fancy dress shopping. put on a full suit just to be fancy at the coffee shop. make yourself happy.

[pgmdress]

Short Homecoming Dress vs. Long Homecoming Dress

Looking for an affordable homecoming dress? Look no further! Our collection features a variety of styles including short and long dresses. With our selection, you can find the perfect dress to make a statement at your homecoming event.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

132 of 2024

Unfortunate Fall Events 🍁 [Have You Ever]

Created by joybucket

Have you ever…. had an allergic reaction to the leaves in the fall? 🍁 cut the tags off of an itchy sweater? realized your body can't handle very much caffeine? ☕️ felt sick after eating a slice of pie? 🥧 felt sick after eating Halloween candy? 🍬 had to stay inside on Halloween because you were sick? 🎃 wanted to go outside and enjoy the fall foliage, but had to stay inside because you were sick? 🍁 had to use your inhaler after breathing in campfire smoke? 🔥🪵 had a finger randomly go completely numb and turn white? ….and then realized you need to wear gloves whenever it's under 60 degrees? 🧤 asked someone to the Homecoming Dance and then been rejected? realized that eating apples makes your stomach hurt? 🍎 discovered you didn't really like carving pumpkins? 🎃🔪 been hit in the face with a football? 🏈 tried to throw a football and discovered you couldn't do it? 🏈 spent Thanksgiving alone? 🦃 felt sick after getting the flu shot? 💉 felt sick after getting the COVID shot? 💉 realized you were allergic to cinnamon? had an allergic reaction to a fall-scented candle? had a headache from wearing a hat? wished fall lasted longer? ate so much food you accidentally made yourself sick? wished a public place didn't start decorating for Christmas so early? had someone smash a pumpkin through the window of your house? realized that you were allergic to the book dust in the pages of old books? 📖 tried a pumpkin spice latte and thought it tasted disgusting? ☕️ 🎃 tried apple cider and thought it tasted disgusting? 🍎🍁 gotten into a fight with someone named Autumn? wished you hadn't worn a skirt on a super windy day? tried candy corn and thought it tasted disgusting? gotten lost in a corn maze? 🌽 realized you didn't really like cranberry sauce? found a worm inside of an apple? 🍎 🐛 dressed for warm weather and then wished you had dressed warmer when the weather turned out to be colder than you expected? didn't bring your jacket with you to an event and then later wished you had brought it, because you were cold? ate all your Halloween candy in one sitting and then later regretted it? 🍬 worn an itchy sweater? saw a bunch of black crows outside your window and wondered if they were spies? 🐦‍⬛ realized you didn't like pumpkin spice? 🎃 realized you didn't like apple cinnamon? 🍎 chopped a turkey's head off and then cried afterwards? 🦃🔪 taken a sip of aged apple cider that you thought tasted gross because it was so fermented? wished you owned a pair of stylish boots but couldn't afford them? 👢 been the last of your friends to own a pair of jeggings? 👖 worn an itchy scarf? 🧣 wished you had a loving and supportive family that you could be thankful for, but you didn't? wished you had loving and supportive friends that you could be thankful for, but you didn't? accidentally burnt yourself when trying to start a bonfire? 🔥🪵 accidentally burnt yourself when trying to light a candle? 🕯️ had to close your windows because your neighbors were burning leaves (or just having a bonfire)? 🔥🪵 tried knitting and found you didn't really like it? 🧶 tried crocheting and found you didn't really like it? 🧶 dyed your hair a new color for fall, and then you thought it turned out terrible? made a huge fool of yourself at your school's Homecoming Dance? 💃 tried out for cheerleading and didn't make it? 📣 tried out for football and didn't make it? 🏈 felt sick after eating too many powdered donuts? forgot to throw out a pumpkin until it started to rot? 🎃 tried to burn leaves and then accidentally caught your house on fire? 🔥 read a book that gave you nightmares? 📖 watched a movie that gave you nightmares? thought you saw a ghost? 👻 had trouble deciding what you wanted to be for Halloween?

[ariel26c]

Hi! hope you’re doing well

so one of my close friends homecoming is coming up (october 5th) and she invited but she lives in another state.

i really want to go but i cant really afford a dress right now and i have no idea on how i’m gonna get there since my parents are unable to take me but i really wanna go 😭 pls help

i also wanna be able to spend that night at her house but i don’t know if my parents would allow that

Assume that your parents are chill and are going to be less strict. Think like you already know you’ll go to and you’ll be able to see her. Persist in that assumption and give no importance to the 3D.

[annepro]

Finding the Perfect Dress for Every Special Occasion

When it comes to special occasions, finding the perfect dress can make all the difference. Whether you're shopping for a flower girl dress, lace prom dresses, short homecoming dresses, or cheap homecoming dresses, each event calls for something unique that reflects both style and personality. Let’s explore how to find the ideal dress for these memorable moments.

Flower Girl Dresses: Elegance in Miniature

Flower girl dresses are designed to capture the whimsical and delicate essence of a child's role in a wedding. These dresses often feature soft fabrics, charming embellishments, and classic designs. When choosing a flower girl dress, consider fabrics like satin, tulle, or organza. These materials not only look beautiful but also feel comfortable for a young girl. A dress with delicate lace accents or floral embroidery can add a touch of sophistication, making it a memorable part of the wedding day.

To ensure the flower girl feels special, choose a dress that complements the overall theme of the wedding while allowing her to move freely and comfortably. Opting for a dress with adjustable features can help accommodate different body shapes and ensure a perfect fit throughout the event.

Lace Prom Dresses: A Classic Choice for Elegance

Lace prom dresses are a timeless choice for high school prom nights. The intricate patterns and textures of lace add an element of sophistication and glamour to any prom dress. These dresses often come in various styles, from full skirts to fitted silhouettes, catering to different tastes and preferences. A lace prom dress can be both classic and modern, depending on the design and details.

For a sophisticated look, choose a lace dress with a high neckline and a flowing skirt. Alternatively, if you prefer a more contemporary style, a fitted lace dress with a low back or off-the-shoulder design can make a bold statement. Whichever style you choose, lace prom dresses always exude elegance and can make a lasting impression.

Short Homecoming Dresses: Fun and Flirty

Short homecoming dresses are perfect for those who want to combine fun and elegance. These dresses offer a playful and stylish option for the homecoming dance, allowing for easy movement and comfort while still looking chic. Short homecoming dresses come in a range of styles, including A-line, fit-and-flare, and sheath designs, making it easy to find one that suits your body type and personal style.

When selecting a short homecoming dress, consider details like sequins, beading, or layered skirts to add a touch of glamour. Bright colors and bold prints can also make a statement, ensuring you stand out on the dance floor. The right short homecoming dress should reflect your personality and make you feel confident and beautiful.

Cheap Homecoming Dresses: Affordable Style

Finding stylish and affordable homecoming dresses is possible with a little bit of research. Cheap homecoming dresses do not have to compromise on style or quality. Many stores offer a range of budget-friendly options that look just as stunning as high-end dresses. When shopping for a cheap homecoming dress, look for sales, discounts, and off-season deals to get the best value for your money.

Affordable does not mean less stylish. There are plenty of options available in various fabrics, colors, and designs that can fit your budget while still making you look fabulous. Whether you prefer a classic little black dress or a trendy color-blocked design, there are plenty of choices to suit your style without breaking the bank.

Conclusion

Whether you're looking for flower girl dresses, lace prom dresses, short homecoming dresses, or cheap homecoming dresses, there is a wide variety of options to suit every taste and budget. Each dress type offers a unique way to celebrate special occasions with style and confidence. By considering the event, personal preferences, and comfort, you can find the perfect dress that will make you feel both beautiful and unforgettable.

[robertnelson2-blog]

Petite body bridesmaid dress | How to choose?

The bridesmaids are the perfect companion for the bride who bring all sorts of fun and excitement in the wedding function. You are likely to have at least one petite girl, for whom you might have a difficult time in choosing the perfect bridesmaid dress. In this post, we will elaborate on 5 factors to consider before buying the petite bridesmaid dress. Affordable Homecoming Dresses

Height and Body type: - The height and the body type are the core factors to consider for buying the bridesmaid dress for your petite friend. Height is usually not a difficult factor to contemplate but finding the dress which matches the shoulder width, waistline and the hip of your petite friend is difficult to find.

It is also important to have a uniform and consistent appearance of all your bridesmaid. At Promfast, we offer a variety of bridesmaid dresses for all shapes and heights.

Bust Size: - It is worthy to note that almost of the wedding and bridesmaid dresses rarely are true to their stated size. They are meticulously proportionate, but designers sometimes uses different scale for measurement.

Therefore, If your petite girlfriend has smaller busts, then you can go for the Halter necklines, as they notch-up the look of the arms and shoulders. For large bust size women, it is important to have dresses in which the cups are sewn directly into the top.

Feminine or fashionable? – If you ask for our opinion, we are a big fan of feminine look, especially for the bridesmaids. Spaghetti-strap dresses are one of the most feminine looking bridesmaid dresses.

Colors: - We highly recommend that you allow your bridesmaid to have a variation in color, depending on wedding theme and on their likings. There is no one color which suits everyone. Different color looks different on different skin color. Usually white colors are the preferred for the bridesmaids.

Weather: - The right fabric depends on the weather. And this is why spring weddings and beach weddings require different fabrics for the bridesmaids. Long Sleeve Homecoming Dresses

Starting early, but not too early!

6 months before the wedding is the right time to start shopping for the bridesmaid’s dresses. Tailoring, modifying and ordering online can take at least a month, therefore, avoid shopping around at the very last moment. However, you also do not want to shop too early, as the dresses might not look appealing to you at the time of the wedding. When the wedding arrives, you may find something more trendy and you will regret ordering the dress months ago.

[lamerchandise]

Bulk Buy Prom Dresses Wholesale: Maximize Your Retail Profits

At La Merchandise, we specialize in providing top-quality wholesale homecoming dresses, party dresses wholesale, and bulk prom dresses to retailers. Our carefully curated selection ensures that your store is stocked with the latest trends and timeless classics, all at unbeatable wholesale prices. Whether you’re looking to supply your customers with chic homecoming attire, elegant party dresses, or stunning prom gowns, La Merchandise has the perfect styles to suit every occasion. Partner with us to elevate your inventory and satisfy your customers with fashionable, affordable options.