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I'm perfectly normal about her-🌟☀️ TW: eyestrain, spooky eye peepers👁️

messy sketches over the pass week or so

[chilumi-shipper]

Crowned Flowers

Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: He's the Crowned Prince and you're just a commoner. You love each other but you had to keep your relationship a secret. Knowing it was the best to leave him alone and not make his life harder, you avoided him and no longer visited the castle. After years of pining for his first and only love, he is met with the sight of a little boy identical to him.

Warning: Slight Smut nothing intense

Tags: Slight Angst to Fluff, Royalty x Commoner

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The young prince Ayato wasn't aware that such a cheap flower could bring about such beauty, yet a crown made of those cheap flowers laid on the head of a maiden he found strikingly admirable, he couldn't keep his eyes off you.

You were trying to catch the attention of other people around you, offering them a look of your basket of flowers, perhaps hoping that the flowers would be of interest to some people, and thus buy it off you.

"Sir..." The blue haired prince was shaken out of his trances, realizing that you had made your way over to him. You smiled at him with all the joy in your possibly pure heart. "Would you like to buy a flower? They're really pretty."

You didn't recognize him, probably because of his thick robe, covering the unmistakable blue hue of the hair of the royal family.

"Ahhh- Umm..." Ayato patted himself, looking for some mora to give you, but all his expenses are handled by his retainers, so he doesn't have anything on him. "I-I apologize, I don't seem to have any-"

You held up a flower for him still, "That's okay! I want you to take one for free! My mama said that giving something nice to others brightens up their day, and you can make good friends!"

He took the flowers in his hands, and never has the young prince felt so grateful for something so small.

Nobody knows why King Ayato's favorite flower is a cheap, white petaled flower that can be seen all over the kingdom. Surely someone of his status would love a rare, exotic flower only someone as rich as him could gaze upon.

But the sight of the beautiful flower reminded him of the love he unfortunately couldn't keep in his arms. The love that remained embedded in his being, never letting him forget the face that brought upon color in his world, the hands that cradles his face and caress his cheeks ever so softly, the body that he forever wants to hold close to his own, though he probably could never again.

The crowned king Ayato could only reminisce about the love of his life.

"The young prince is missing again!" Yelled one of his guards, his voice laced with worry, less for the prince and more for himself if he doesn't bring the prince back to the palace immediately.

The panicked guard yelling for help at the other guards drew a little giggle from you, making you cover your mouth to avoid making too much noise. You were hiding behind the tall fence of the local orphanage, Ayato next to you sitting close, trying not to laugh as well.

"Looks like we got some time for ourselves." He whispered, his face awfully close to yours. You smiled brightly, as you usually do, cuddling up to him.

"Your parents might kill you..." You rest your head on his shoulder, prompting him to wrap an arm around you. You sighed in contentment, hearing the fading frantic footsteps of the guards.

"I don't think I mind having this as my final moment before my parents kill me." You playfully slapped him on the chest due to his statement.

Ayato then had a thought, "Maybe... they wouldn't be disapproving of our relationship like we thought." He tightened his hold of you. ''Perhaps, we can finally-"

"It's unheard of, couples like us." You spoke sadly, sighing after. "It's only in those teenage fanfiction books does the commoner get the prince."

Ayato didn't want to admit that you were right, there was a low chance that his parents would allow him to marry a commoner, much less would the royal court.

He chose to end the topic with a joke. "Well then, I hope the writer of this story knows the decorations I want for our wedding." He basked in the smile that your lips formed.

As the king of his kingdom, he was expected to produce an heir to the throne within the first five years of his reign, yet he had not stuck to this expectation, he had not even chosen a bride.

It feels as though his heart is tied to only one, and no other lady could capture him in a loving blanket of eternal bliss in which you caged him in.

And no other could satisfy the hunger that you satiated during your first (and last) night together.

"I still wish to see you after this..." He says in a breathless moan, his hand landing on your hips as you grind yourself closer to him. "Archons, my queen..." He hisses, shutting his eyes at your moves above him sending him to absolute euphoria.

Your fingers poked at his cheek before your palm made contact, caressing it to opt him to open his eyes. You smile softly at him, "You have a duty..."

In the dim light of the moon illuminating from the windows of his room, you looked absolutely radiant, completely naked for him to devour with his eyes. His hips instinctively jerked up at the sight, making you whimper at the sudden sensation.

"I have a duty to the woman I love..." His own hand reach for your face, cupping your cheek. "I fucking love you..."

He had never felt such raw and intense emotions, but being bare and romantic with you within the warmth of his abode, showered by the cascading light of the moon truly made him love you even more.

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as you start to move on his lap, letting him caress your insides. "I love you, I love you too..." You whispered, letting it mix with the moans that leaves your mouth.

After your intense, romantic, sweet love-making, you left his life with one last kiss to remember him by.

He's never seen you since then.

Sometimes he even thinks that you were just a figment of his imagination, his version of perfection within a girl that he would hopelessly fall in love with for the rest of his life.

But, as he stares at the scene in front of him...

"Flowers! Fresh flowers here! So pretty, it'll make you fall in love!"

...that young boy, selling white flowers in a somewhat familiar, worn-out basket, hair covered with a cloak, but his eyes... that unmistakable tint of purple that only one member of the royal family has.

His heart then drops, as the door of the house behind the little boy opens, revealing... you.

You... 're so beautiful...

A version of perfection within a girl that he would hopelessly fall in love with for the rest of his life.

"Your Majesty, the royal guards are done with their business here, we may go if you would allow us." A guard stood beside him, unbeknownst to the conflicting feeling swirling within the king.

"Yes, go..." Ayato refuses to take his eyes off the scene in front of him.

"And you, your Majest-" The guard could not finish his question before Ayato was walking up to the boy holding the basket.

"Sir with the crown! You want flowers, right?" As their gazes meet, the purple-eyed boy pointed at him and shouted excitedly.

Ayato chuckled, taking out a pouch of mora from his suit and kneeling down to the boys level. "Would this suffice for one lovely flower?"

"Wow! That's for a whole basket!"

"You can have it, I've been thought that giving something nice to others brightens up their day, and you can make good friends."

"My mommy says that!" As the boy exclaims, a figure walks up behind him, opting Ayato to look up.

"I know she does..." Though he is filled with conflicting emotions, he still smiles at you. "My queen says that."

"Is mommy your queen, Mr. Crown?"

Your eyes lock onto his, your gaze softening. "King Ayato... I'm sorry for my child..." His eyes seem to darken as you refer to your son as only yours.

Ayato gently places a hand on the little boys hood, lifting it off a little to reveal the same shade of blue hair as his. "Hmm... a very handsome young prince..."

The boy silently tugs at your skirt. "We're secretly royalty, mommy." He giggles, making his father smile.

"Yes, nobody would go against a king for declaring his beloved as a royal, to be by his side. " Ayato smiles proudly.

For the longest time in his life, he had always wanted to just hold you without worrying about the eyes of the public, and as he shamelessly holds out a hand to cup your cheek, he has fulfilled one of his many wishes.

"You can run from a crowned prince, but not a king, my queen." He pulls you in for a kiss, and despite to nosy eyes of your neighbors, you let him.

And you don't have to run away again.

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The little boy is unnamed, cuz I suck with names, so comment what you would name your little love child with Ayato!

Also, I found this in my drafts, it was like from a year ago and I read it and I can't believe it's so... beautifully written?? (not tutting my own horn, I was just truly impressed that I could come up with this, I mean, you guys read my smuts >:)) Anywayyy, hope you like it!

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

I have a request if you're taking any. A Jake Lockley x fem!reader. The reader is dating them but is kind of scared of Jake (is very quiet and weary around him, doesn't like his physical touch) because he was cold and mean to her when they first met (he wanted to "protect" Steven) but now all he wants is to hold and love her. The opportunity finally arrives when she's sick and needs his help. (He forcefully fronts bc he's not letting this opportunity go to waste)

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask!

Ahhh, this one got away from me a bit. (And did a bit of it's own thing) I went in to write some angst with Jake and just ended up writing soft!Jake (again, because I can't help myself.) I hope this is okay!

Embrace

Jake Lockley X F!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: Overuse of railroad sentences, typos, hurt/comfort, previous Jake & reader not getting along, sick!reader, fluff, implied Steven x reader and Marc x reader, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!

Word Count: 1789

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He can’t stop playing it over and over again in his mind. The image looping in a relentless merry-go-round. 

A light touch. His gloved fingertips barely skimming your skin as he tapped you on the arm. A gentle warning that he-they were back. 

You’d had your headphones on as you did the washing up, miming along a song whose beat bled out into the air around you. 

It was like you had known it was him on some subconscious level even before he reached you. 

Your reaction was etched into his skin, carved behind his eyelids. The flinch. The instinctive movement away from him. It was like a knife hacking the flesh away from his chest. 

You had looked at him as you paused your music. Your eyes a little wide and weary before you gave him a small smile. “Am I in the way?” 

The air had stuck in his throat, crushing him under the weight of his breath.

Jake didn’t trust his voice, not in that moment. He swallowed and shook his head. 

You nodded, looking at his hands instead of his face and went back to the washing up. You didn’t turn your music back on. 

.

It had been his fault. Jake knew that. He had been more than distant, cold, purposely keeping you further than an arm’s length and trying to drag Marc and Steven away from you as well. 

You had been a stranger. A danger. A variable that he couldn’t keep a constant eye on. 

There was a small mix up, some bad intel when Jake went out of his way to check on your background - just in case - by the time he realised that he had been working on the wrong information the damage was done. 

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Jake watched in the background as Steven travelled home, keeping quiet as Marc and Steven talked. They had taken to wearing large over the ear headphones so that they could speak freely in public and look like they were just on the phone. Not that anyone in London would even notice if they were talking to themselves or not. 

He had stayed quiet as Steven showered and got changed, as Marc hoovered and then washed the leftover morning dishes. 

He didn’t even interject in the discussion of what to make for dinner, which was quickly becoming a squabble. 

It was only interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, and you shuffling into the flat. 

But your doorsteps, they sounded… wrong. Too heavy and laboured, missing the normal bounce to your step. 

Marc was about to call out a greeting when Jake pushed to the front, cutting off his words before he had even opened his mouth. 

‘Jake!’ Marc’s voice was loud, but fading as he fell back. 

As Steven spoke at the exact same time. ‘Mate, you can’t just do that-” 

“Something’s wrong.” Jake muttered, his muscles tense. He moved towards the front door, keeping his footsteps light and making the minimal amount of possible sound. He stopped when you came into view.

You were slouched on the settee, crumpled up and drawn in on yourself. Your work bag was still on your lap, your coat and shoes on. Eyes shut. 

There was a horrible twist in his stomach, a wave of panic that buzzed across every nerve. You were hurt. 

He rushed forward, all previous grace forgotten.

You didn’t open your eyes until he put a hand firmly on your shoulder, an action that was worrying enough, “where are you injured?” He frowned deeply, trying to scan you over for any bruising or open wounds. 

“What, I’m not,” your voice came out all stuffy. Bunked up and a little garbled as if you’d just been woken from sleep. 

Realisation dawned.  You were sick, not hurt. He should pull back. He should get Steven or Marc, let them help you. That’s what you would want. 

“I’m just a bit,” your eyes were glassy, your reactions a little delayed. You motioned to your head with your hands. “Cotton wool-y.”

Jake put his hand on your forehead, you were burning hot.

He tutted and knelt down on the ground and began to take off your shoes. Quick and precise in his movements. 

You frowned. Your mind slowly catching up. “Jake?” 

He didn’t pause, didn’t answer. But swallowed when you stiffened slightly. 

“You don’t need to do that.” You whispered.

Jake continued, focused on his task, his warm hand on your calf as he eased your foot out of your boot and placed it carefully on the side before he started on the other. 

You cleared your throat. “You don’t have to.”

He set your other boot next to the first and slowly stood. His movements were slow, precise, careful to not surprise you. As if you were some wild skittish animal that could be spooked by the smallest thing. 

Jake took your work bag from your lap and hung it up on the side, where you liked to keep it. You followed his movements, nerves eating into your stomach. He didn’t have to do this. You were sure he didn’t want to do this. You were nothing more than a burden to him, an annoyance that he had to put up with for Marc and Steven’s sake. You-

“Come on,” he spoke softly, his eyes still downcast as he lent down towards you, gently taking your hands in his to help you to stand. “Let’s get you to bed.” 

“Jake,” the urge to pull your hands back, away from his touch was so strong, but you let him help you up. 

He ignored your words, wrapping one arm around your shoulders, his other hand on your arm as he began to guide you to the bedroom. 

“Jake,”

He stared at his feet,his lips pressed together into a tight line. His long, dark eyelashes were almost kissing his skin in his determination not to catch your gaze. 

“Jake.” You stopped, forcing Jake to as well. Your voice cracked as you spoke, your throat sore and aching. You swallowed. “I don’t need you to do this.”

He looked at you then.

You were expecting to see relief on his face. A nod. For his hands to leave you so that he could go about his evening without having to carry the burden of caring about you for his alter’s sake. 

Instead, his expression made a sharp cut of emotion sink into your chest. 

He stared at you with glassy eyes, his mouth slightly parted. He looked crestfallen. He looked heartbroken.

You didn’t know what to do.

There was a long moment before he spoke. “Please.”

You frowned in confusion. 

“Please,” he repeated. “Please let me look after you.” “Please don’t,” he glanced down again and screwed up his eyes, clenching his jaw and dropping his arms to his sides. Your skin was cold without his heat.

Slowly, you reached out and took his hand. A light touch as you tentatively wrapped your fingers around his. He squeezed back tightly. 

“Please let me look after you.” Jake whispered. “Please.”

You cupped his cheek with your free hand and he lent into it without hesitation, closing his eyes and breathing out heavily. As if the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders. 

“Jake?” 

He opened his eyes, a painful vulnerability dancing in them. 

“Please look after me.” You whispered. 

He smiled, the expression lighting up his whole face in one glorious moment. You’d never seen him smile like that before. 

He led you to bed, only leaving so that you could get changed into your pyjamas. He came back, calling out to you at first to check that you had finished changing your clothes, with his arms full. He carefully placed a new box of tissues and a packet of strepsils on your bedside table, along with some paracetamol and a cooling gel pack that was intended for headaches - explaining that it was Steven’s and he didn’t know if it would be helpful. 

You beamed at him as you sat up in bed, but didn’t get a chance to thank him as Jake rushed out of the room again, coming back quickly with your favourite mug. Steam wafted out of it. 

“It’s ginger,” he said, adding it to the collection on your bedside table, and making sure it sat perfectly in the middle of the coaster. “With some honey, it should help your throat. I can hear that you're a bit croaky.”

The honey touched your heart. There was only one pot of it in the flat, Jake’s vitamin honey that you had never touched. The honey that he refused to share with Marc or Steven, even going to the extent of hiding it. It was one of the few luxuries he allowed himself. 

“Jake,” you spoke so softly you were surprised he heard you. “Thank you.”

He fiddled with his hands, another little smile pulling at his lips. “It’s nothing.”

You shook your head, leaning a little to reach out to take his hand. He reacted straight away, moving towards your touch so that you didn’t have to disrupt your comfort. He sat lightly on the very edge of the mattress when you urged him to, taking your hand in his and running your thumb over his skin in a soothing pattern. 

Jake watched you, mesmerised. Your touch was for him, he wasn’t watching through Marc or Steven. It was his. 

“I’m honoured you know.” You said with a smile. “Letting me have some of your honey.” 

A small flush crept along his skin. For a moment he thought about lying, about saying that there was another jar. He swallowed and spoke quietly. “You’re more important than the honey.”

You didn’t know what to say, words wouldn’t form. 

Slowly, so carefully as if he was now the easily startled wild animal, you leant forward and wrapped your arms around him. You gave Jake plenty of time to move away, to back off. Instead he rushed towards it, quickly embracing you back and just melting into the hug. 

He tucked his head into your neck and breathed out a shaky breath. 

You could feel the tension in his arms, the strain running just under his skin as he fought the urge to hold you tighter, to press you closer to every inch of his body. 

You shifted backwards, laying down, and pulled him with you, urging him to follow. He clutched you tightly, and moved, shifting only slightly so that he was laying next to you and not on top of you. 

He let out the sweetest sigh of content as you coax him to lay his head on your chest and ran your fingers through his hair, still holding you tight. 

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BESTIE I jumped when I saw a new tag in the warnings… 👀

And I am so late again 😂 but let’s get started 😈

Can I just say… the way you wrote about her time at the mountains, gave me such vivid scenery of the rocky mountains with the cold mountain air. You literally have such a gift of giving a girl all her 5 senses when it comes to reading this masterful world you have created for us!

Well… it’s clear as day that our girl is suffering a bit of Stockholm Syndrome here. She misses being held tight by Coryo, she grew into that habit with him. And when she told Edmund to wrap his arm around her tighter and it not being enough or even comparable to the way Coryo holds her… and now she can’t fall asleep without him 😭

“I want it to be you. Not him.” - Yeah… about that…

Oh our girl wants it BAD with Edmund 😂 she is really out here desperate and fighting for his touch and affection and ouch! He just denied her lmfao 😂 but we know why he did what he did! He’s such a sweetheart for wanting her to heal first and do the deed at the right time and place 🥹🩷

“Coriolanus had made you feel desirable. He performed extraordinary measures just for a kiss.” - Yep! Coryo really messed her up 😂 (in a good way ofc)

You’d rather be Edmund’s doormat than Coriolanus' bride. - Oh! 😳

I’m sorry but I died when Edmund brought her flowers and started apologizing and beg her to not be angry at him because it literally reminds me of my own parents 😂 literally my dad does something that pisses off my mom and she is giving him the silent treatment until he apologizes 😂

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You almost don't recognize him. His hair had grown out, and he wore an expensive red coat instead of his Commander uniform. - AHHH THIS MADE ME BLUSH LIKE AN IDIOT 😂 EEEEK I KNEW HIS HAIR WOULD GROW OUT IN THIS CHAPTER 🤩

AND THE CONSTANT BEGGING AT HIS KNEES! AND HIM GRABBING HER BY THE HAIR TO NOT LET HER SAVE EDMUND! HE IS SO FUCKING EVIL! 😈

Okay now back to the serious stuff!

Edmunds death was absolutely HEARTBREAKING 💔 the way it was written… I started crying for him and his poor mother and little brother 😭 that was definitely such a tragic turn to the story! Okay, now I know why you had to keep Edmund alive at the beginning of the story 😂

“Kiss your mother goodbye, and let’s go.” - DUDE 😑 you didn’t even let her take a breath and you just grabbed her by the hair and took her away from her family and home 😑 our poor girl's mom 😭separated from her AGAIN! I’m just glad her mom and brother are alive tho!

“Mum,” was all you could call out as you pass her. - MY HEART 💔

Coryo is definitely colder now. Especially with the way he’s treating her. No shock there tho.

Dude just shoved her into a booth without any consideration 😂

“Enough,” he tells you. - yes, daddy! But also… really dude? 😑

It was actually so sad seeing her watch from the window being forced to leave her home behind forever 😭

I love how she told him off about him ruining her life and taking everything away from her! LIKE YOU TELL HIM QUEEN 👸

And of course he grabbed her jaw and pushed her head back against the glass 😂 daddy, chill!

“Your mother has joined your brother in the District 12 jail. I would be very careful what you say to me. Did you think this was a game? Did you think I wouldn’t search for you? Wouldn’t find you?” - No, I knew you would hunt me down and catch me which is why I ran in the first place. I am such a whore for a game of cat and mouse 😈

“Whatever this is, it’s finished.” - WHAT A FUCKING DICK. 😑

“You do the slightest thing to displease me and your family will follow Edmund.” - “Do you understand me?” - YES, SIR 🫡

I love how he flinches when she calls him Commander 😂

“You’re still there,” - really dude? 😑

When she quickly stood up before he came to grab her 😂 like jeez, let the girl take a breather 🙄

Damn the bedroom and bathroom is niceee and luxurious, I feel so pampered already. And he really had everything prepared for her to enter the Capitol! She’ll be fine 😂

‘‘Take your clothes off.” Coriolanus demanded. - you come and take it off me 😈

Poor girl thought he was gonna take her right then and there 🥹 I on the hand would not mind one bit 👀

I find it so funny and adorable at how mad he gets when she doesn’t listen to him and he has to forcefully take initiative with her 😂 I would love for this man to yank my clothes off and push me into the shower whilst joining me 😫

I love how he pulls her back under when she moves 😭

Now girl, you know how much of a whore I am with your shower scenes, it is soooo HOT 🫠���� I just love how he cleans her with the sponge 😫

“Look at you,” he mutters. He scrubs the sponge under your nails to get rid of the dirt that had caked under them. - I would just suck his dick right there.

Damn baby boy needs to chill ✋ he’s going to peel her skin off with scrubbing her so hard 😂 i hate scrubbing my body when i shower and i could literally feel the harsh scrubbing on my skin when i read this lmfao - BUT it was still so hot when he was scrubbing her whole body, especially the when he crouches down and does her thighs and right back up and resting on her hip ughhh 💦

MY GOD WHEN HE WRAPS HIS HAND AROUND HER THROAT AND FORCED HER BACK INTO THE STREAM AGAINST HIM AND HE’S JUST STARING AT HER AND RESTING HIS FOREHEAD STILL AGAINST HER COLLARBONE AND SHOULDER AND BREATHING DEEPLY... HAD ME GOING FERAL UGHHH AND THE SHOWER IS ALREADY SO HOT WITH THE FOG AND HARD TO BREATH, MY GOD 😫

“I am so angry at you,” he said softly. You feel the hand on your throat tighten. - *nervously smiling and trying not to giggle at the same time* 😫

“How could you do that to me?’’ He lifts his head off of you to look you in the eye. - I can't 😑

“Augustus has been opening hospitals and amongst the Capitol people, while I have been chasing you around District 12. Do you have any idea how that made me look?’’ - no but i bet you looked really hot, daddy 🙄

“You’re sorry? Not good enough.” - this man 🤦‍♀️

“I don’t feel as if I have won. I feel as if I have been betrayed.” - omg his ego is soooo bruised rn i can’t with him 😂

When she started sobbing about him killing Edmund and punching his shoulder had me crying 💔😭

“I let him live once. Remember?” - 😑😑😑 - “What made you think I would make the same mistake twice?” - actually… yes 😂 - “Edmund was a good man.” - “And now he’s a dead man.” - 😳😳😳

He clearly is not having it with her this time. This time he means business and is not as ‘nice’ as he was before 😂

“You did,” you wait for him to elaborate as he dresses in his pajamas, “Your letter to your brother. People disappear all the time up there.” - OH SHIT THIS FUCKING SMART MOTHERFUCKER 😳 OH NO SHE MUST FEEL SO MUCH GUILT RN NOOOO

“You know why I can trust you? Because I have your family locked in a cage.” - THE WAY I WAS AT A LOSS FOR WORDS 😳

Well at least he wrapped his arms tightly around her when he went to bed! And our girl finally falling asleep easily after months in HIS grasp only 😈

Aweee he propped a pillow for her so she could sit up 😭

“I have some work to do. Interviews and thank you letters. So, if you decide to come out be quiet.” - No.

Okay the jacket situation. I got so scared when he suddenly came in and demanded the jacket because we all know he’s just gonna throw it out the train like it’s nothing. And her begging him to let her keep it was honestly so heartbreaking 💔 it was also like watching these two play tug of war over the jacket 😂 she’s so cute for trying to keep the jacket safe. Man he’s so rough with her too 😈 and of course he hits her again after she gave was forced to give him the jacket 😭

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This man is so crazy that he smacks her and then brings her tea the next minute 😂 but also… my baby is so cute, but just a psychopath 😭

“They tell me you didn’t have lunch either. Is that your plan? To starve yourself to death before we reach the Capitol?” - Jeez, I wonder why this girl is not eating…? 🤔

“Well I do. I have lots of plans, and you’re through with delaying them. So Sit up and drink your tea.” - oookay 🙄😈

I just love that he helps her sit up!

“You look so different.” - IDK WHY THIS MADE ME BLUSH 🥰

“I am still the same.” - Oh, you mean a psychopath? Then yes, yes you are! A more cold and confident version but i ain’t complaining 😈

“What would you know? You never bothered to get to know me.” - DAMN 😳 she really didn't tho

“Think, think, think. What have I told you about thinking? You’re no good at it. I’ll do it. Now drink your tea.” - I THINK I JUST CAME. AGAIN.

Idk why i started laughing so much when she asked if she'll ever go back to 12 and he just flat out says "No." 😂

“I want that tea finished before I get back.” - YES, SIR 🫡

She’s so cute and REAL for pouring it down the sink lol

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He literally treats her like a doll 😂 moving her around, dressing her up and brushing her hair!

Okay why is this man so rough with the hair brushing? 😂 but he’s also so sweet when massages the spot he hurt 🥹🩷 - “That wouldn’t have happened if you had gotten up at some point.” - and now he scolds us 😑

“There will be cameras when we step off the train. Fashion is very important in the Capitol. You’ll have to get used to not wearing the same dress every day.” - OKAY. RUDE 😑

So hot how he placed a kiss on the back of her shoulder 😫

I can’t imagine how much of a culture shock she has right now. This is a whole new world for her! Poor girl is just so overwhelmed and so out of her element 😭

Ahhh Coryo always having a tight hold on this girl 😫

THE FIRST THING THIS MAN DOES... IS GET MARRIED? She was soooo freaked out too 😭

“Yes. Marriage. Now sign the paper.” His hand curls around yours so you don’t drop the pen. - but…? but...? He is so impatient with her now 😂 I feel so bad for her like give my girl a break 😭

Daddy is so cold and has 0 sympathy for her 😈

“You’ve robbed the Capitol of the wedding of the year, truly!” - OH FUCK YOU, DUDE!

“I think the Capitol will survive.” - YES QUEEN 👸

Idk why I laughed when she started sobbing at the guys excitement for marrying the two of them 😂

“Forgive her. The journey was long.” - 😑😑

At least he has some decency with wiping away her tears, but still has the audacity to tell her to stop crying 😂 and he keeps saying ‘we’re home, our home’ BOY THIS AIN’T HER HOME AND YOU KNOW IT! QUIT IT WITH DELUSIONS 👿

Baby boy is so excited and happy to be finally home with his family 🥹

“Don’t just stand there, child. Come forward, let me take a look at you.” - Oh how I love Grandma’am! I'm actually surprised Grandma’am doesn't hate her because she is District. Especially the last one 😂

Our girl was so overwhelmed by everything happening all at once, that she fainted 😭 Edmund, her mom and brother, her home, the Capitol, the wedding!

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When she wakes up in panic and Coryo quickly pulled her towards him 😂 baby boy is still scared she’ll run away from him 😭

When he keeps saying that’s she’s alright and safe… boy 🙄

My god he’s so needy when she’s panicking and trying to push him away and he just retaliates by grabbing her wrists and forcing them 😂

I feel so bad for our girl. She’s traumatized by Edmunds death and is so scared and just wants to go home 😭

Ngl tho it’s really hot how he just pushed her body towards his chest and just started cradling her tightly in his grasp so she feels asleep in it 😫

Aweee Grandma’am and Tigris are so oblivious to their favorite boys psychotic tendencies 😂

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Baby boy wanting to wear at least one thing that she had a hand in 🥹and not him tearing off his buttons so she could make it brand new again 😂 ughhh he’s soooo needy for her nurture 😫

If you performed an action in the way he wanted, he would give you updates on your family. - Oh, he's sweet but a psycho.... a little bit psycho…

From what you gathered, they were fed and allowed an hour outside together. - this is so sad :(

At least our girl is getting pampered and wearing a wedding-like gown… but this man didn't even compliment on how beautiful she looks, only focused on himself in the mirror 🙄

“Just a few more hours and you’ll be looking at the President of Panam.” - SO HE’S FINALLY FUCKING US TONIGHT?

“Shouldn’t I be the one shaking?” he jokes. - boy… you know damn well you’re for sure winning 🙄

He’s so pouty when she doesn't want to go 😂

“Do I need to remind you that your performance tonight is crucial to your family's survival?” - You know, he’s really starting to piss me off 😑

When he tells her to tell him if anyone mentions she's District and I'm like... yeah... and the person who mentions it will suddenly just disappear without a trace 😂

“As first lady of Panem, you’ll be required to attend performances like these from time to time. I need to know I can trust you not to embarrass me when you do.” - embarrass you…? 😑

I said this before but she is probably so overwhelmed by everything. The crowd, the flashing lights, the scenery, Panem and the new look. This new world is all just so much for her.

Coriolanus leans down to whisper in your ear, “All you have to do is sit down next to Tigris and smile. Can you do that?” - Yes, daddy.

DADDY HAS WON PANEM. President Coriolonus Snow… we salute you 🙇‍♀️

Umm…? Is girly really thinking about making a run for it, right now? Babe, there is no freedom even if you made it to the streets 😂especially with your NEW elected President aka your HUSBAND 😂you gots to STAY PUT.

Look our new President baby boo being scared and making sure not to lose his wife in the crowd 🥹 and so he has to hold on tight to the point of breaking her wrist 😂

He looks back to check on you one or two times but never opens his mouth. - how nice 😑

Confetti had been hidden in his curls. You focused on counting the pieces. - i swear this is so me 😂 I will dissociate from everything and everyone and focus on someones hair and count the confetti pieces on it lmfao

I see his ego has been boosted ever since he grew out his hair and is not the Commander anymore 😂

Oh what i would do to have this man push me up against an elevator wall and assault my lips 😫

HE ACTUALLY PROMISED HER THE APPLE PIE DRINK!!! MY HEART OH MY GOD THE CUTIE PATOOTIE 🥹🩷 so hot that he snatched her fourth one away! He needs her to stay somewhat alert, for later… 😈

“She’s fine, Tigris. I’ll bring her home with me.” - yeah… he want’s ya’ll asleep by the time he gets home so he could fuck his girl without any interruptions 😈

boy leave her alone and let her hug your damn cousin without you squeezing her hand 😭

“You were very well behaved.” - anything for you, daddy 😫

“Snow always lands on top,” he talks softly as he gazes out to the city. - he indeed does, especially on top of me 😈

Now this man is going down on her in the backseat 😂 so so hot tho 🔥 and when he hits her thigh to be quite ughhh 😫 and look at our girl go with grabbing his hair while he’s going at it 👏

Edmund was barely cold in the ground and here you were, being eaten out by the man who killed him. - oh… well yeah… ANYWAY 😃

When the driver opens the door and Coryo quickly pulls it back shut 😂

He pockets her panties? 🥵

LOOK HOW EAGER OUR BABY BOY IS TO GET HER UP TO THEIR BEDROOM AND FUCK HER 😫

Okay It’s actually happening right now… let me compose myself before I get into this beautiful scene 😫 I legit got wet again trying to type this out 😂

Uh oh, when he kisses her past the normal amount she knows what’s about to happen…

“Please, just give this to me. Don’t make me take it.’’ - baby boy… none of this is consensual 😂 I also love how he drags her by the wrists 😫

I go crazy when a guy kisses your hip 😫

“Shut up,” it was less of a command and more of a plea, “Please, shut up.” -  I just came… SOOOO MUCH 🫠💦

“It’s alright. I’ll take care of you.” - ABOUT TIME!

When he finally goes into her… i became a rabid animal, hungry for more 💦😫

“It’ll only hurt for a little bit,” - i don’t care how bad it hurts, do whatever you want to me 🫠💦 i am your little fuckdoll 😫

MY GOD WHEN HE KISSES HER AS SHE WHINES 🫠

Coriolanus tried his best to remain slow, but as he got lost in his own lust, he forgot about your pain. - of course he did 😂 and i love it! As long as he’s inside me, i don’t care about the bruising pain he’s causing me 😫 aaaand the kissing her the whole damn time my godddd!!

“Ah,” he grunts. - I just came again… 🫠💦

Poor girl is so overstimulated rn tho 😂

So hot how he cages his arms around her head and drags a finger down on her face. He really really enjoyed himself here and is on top of the world (literally) 😂

“Welcome to the Capitol, Mrs. Snow. - And thank you, daddy.

Okay. Based on everything that has happened, she seems like she’ll get used to this new life and settle. Because she already had some sort of Stockholm Syndrome up in the mountains when comparing him and Edmund. And I do wonder if he’ll ever move her mom and brother up to the Capitol…

BESTIE!! I know I went too crazy with this one but it’s because it is so well deserved and my god when I tell you I read this at least six times (no joke). What an amazing chapter!! And you know how much of a whore I am for long chapters and this was literally *chefs kiss*

I am so sad that there is only one more chapter left 🥹🩷 but at least we still have S. Lands on Top (I can’t wait for our sass queen Mabel to return, because I missed her way too much) and I saw you’re doing another Coryo fic 👀 AND a Billy the Kid one (super excited for that one because I know it’s gonna be sooo sooo good)!!

CAN'T WAIT FOR S. LANDS ON TOP NEXT HEHEHE 🩷

HELLO BESTIE!

As always you smash it ❤️

I actually feel so bad for the reader. Not only is she in an entirely new world (as you said) but the person who brought her is acting like a dick towards her.

Coriolanus has gotten every thing he wanted. He’s back with his family in the capitol with his girl. His president! Married! Mans on a high right now.

You could see him become ‘nicer’ by the end of the chapter but I don’t think he will ever fully trust her again.

You’re the first one to pick up on the driver and the door 🫡 he didn’t want the driver to see the reader in that’s state.

Did you like the part where he hummed the song his mother used to sing? I thought it was so cute that he used to sing it when he was academic under pressure 😭😭

One thing I did pick up on is that you like dark dark fiction 😈😈😈 I think you’ll really like the next chapter of S.lands on top……

So glad you liked this chapter!

I’ll see you in the next chapter of S.lands on top!

[kwaj115]

Ina Kingsley x MC: I’m not needed, never will I be - Part 2

Summary: A simple question that makes Raven crack under pressure. 

Warnings: ANGST, negative thoughts, swearing, maybe a sprinkle of fluff, hurt Raven, angsty flashback

Tags: @kulaykape @ikingsley @domakir @loyalshrimpfan @barnibumblr @loyalshrimp @alleycat97 @blaine-hayes @swimmingshoebakerydreamer

Author’s Notes: It mentions some of Raven’s flashbacks and negative thoughts. If you are uncomfortable with it, I advise you not to read it. This does not affect the other stories, think of it as an alternate universe or something-) It mentions some characters from previous fics. For the ones who do read it, I hope you enjoy it. It has not been proofread, although, feedback is appreciated if you message me in private. I will edit it later. This series may be discontinued.

“Lillian?”

“How dare you walk away, why did you leave? How can you say you were bored?!”

Raven looks around and lets Lillian in to avoid waking up the neighbours. 

“Come in.”

She sensed Lillian’s reluctance.

“Please.”

Raven sat Lillian down and offered some tea but decided to make it herself after her glare.

“What changed in you to say you were bored?”

Raven sighed. 

“I lied.”

******A few months back******

“Ina, why can’t I come along?”

The older woman gave an amused look as Raven followed her around while she was packing her bag with a pout and her arms crossed.

“It’s only a week.”

“A week without you, Ina.”

Ina sighs and settles on the bed, she pats the space next to her so Raven can sit. 

“Rae, we can video call and text, we’ll be fine.”

*****

Raven sulked to the airport, following Ina. 

“Raven, I promise I will call when I land.”

Placing a kiss on Raven’s forehead, she held her. Raven took her time taking in Ina’s scent before letting her go and walking to the gate. She waved until Ina disappeared into the crowd before trudging her way home. 

*****

Continuing with her usual daily routine, without Ina, she texted her. 

Queen of my Heart

Ina: What are we having for dinner?

Raven: I can cook ;)

Raven: And clean

Ina: 👀

Today at 7:48 PM

Raven: I miss you.

Raven: It doesn’t feel the same in the apartment when you’re not here. 

Delivered 7:49 PM

Waiting for her reply, minutes turned into hours. She fell into a slumber, letting go. A vibration filled the room from the device, light blaring from the screen. 

Queen of my Heart

Raven: I miss you.

Raven: It doesn’t feel the same in the apartment when you’re not here. 

Read 10:30 PM

Ina: I know, I’m sorry. I’ll be back soon, Rae..

It was difficult for Raven to get up in the morning. Upon seeing Ina’s message, she felt at ease. She decided to visit Rudra and spend time at the gym so she doesn’t feel alone. 

“Hey, Rud!”

“Raven! You’re here today, any problem?”

“Ina’s out on a work trip so I thought I can check up on you.”

“Jesse is in the office too, I just need to step out right now.”

The woman went to check up on her cousin, excited to spend time with her after they hadn’t had much time together. 

“JESSE! OH MY GOD, I MISSED YOU! You doctors are so hard to catch for bonding time.”

“Well, Lillian and I have been spending quite a bit of time soooo”

“Ahhh, I see. I see heart eyes”, Raven smirked. 

Jesse rolls her eyes and they began sorting out the office. Raven decided to fill the air with some casual talk to avoid the silence she already has at home.

“Where’s Ina? Aren’t you supposed to be clinging to her legs like the big baby koala you are?”

“I do not!-”

But Jesse silenced her with a single look. 

“Okay, fine. Maybe I am-”

“Exactly.”

“So Jesse, I have a question. If you don’t mind?”

Jesse nods before giving Raven a curious look.

“How do you manage to have a strong relationship when you and Lillian spend much time apart? I’m surprised Charlotte is holding on considering how her mom is away from home often.”

Jesse puts away binders before she gives her full attention to Raven.

“Why do you ask?”

Raven shrugged and mumbled.

“Because why not, I’m just curious.”

Silence blanketed the room as Jesse observed Raven busying herself with papers. 

“It’s communication and being vulnerable with each other. You inform the other person of how you’re feeling like they’re your diary.”

Raven thought for a moment before turning to the older woman. Giving a nod, they both continued to work in silence before Raven returned home. 

“Ina, who is this?”

“Oh, it’s just a friend from the group. We’re meeting up for a reunion after a long time of not seeing each other.”

Ina kept on moving around. 

“I’m glad you’re going out.”

“Thank you, Rae. I’ll be back.”

With Ina leaving, Raven can’t help but feel left out. Yet, she was still cheerful. As the night went on, she received pictures of them together with the last one of her friend giving her a peck on her cheek. Raven couldn’t help but feel hurt and jealous. She felt jealous of them being close in that way but hurt that they could be together since they are closer in age and established in their career paths. 

Later that night, Raven tossed and turned. Unable to sleep with her racing thoughts. She read the time as 2:00 am and concerned for Ina, she decided to read her messages again. 

Queen of my Heart

Ina: What are we having for dinner?

Raven: I can cook ;)

Raven: And clean

Ina: 👀

Yesterday at 7:48 PM

Raven: I miss you.

Raven: It doesn’t feel the same in the apartment when you’re not here. 

Delivered 7:49 PM

Yesterday at 11:07 PM

Ina: *sent 21 attachments*

Raven: Baby?

You okay?

How long will you be until you come back?

Delivered 11:52 PM

She waited for a response, even an accidental message, but there was nothing. She decided to wait it out only for her to knock out before she received a message.

Today at 2:48 AM

Ina: heyy babbyy, im just gonna crasshh at my friends placee, sleeep welll

Delivered 2:48 AM

Raven woke up and the first thing she checked was her messages. She read Ina’s text which resulted in a little pinch to her heart. She wasn’t sure if she should be jealous or if she should be glad that she had a trustable place to stay while drunk. Before she could begin her morning routine, there was a knock at the door. 

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dark Passenger - Chapter Six.

As usual, I have so much love for all of you reading and reviewing this! Thank you SO much!! Seriously, you have no idea how much utter delight I feel to read your feedback :) 

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five

Words - 3,320

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

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‘Baby, I’m so, so sorry but I have to cancel tonight. I feel terrible but something important came up, family stuff. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Let me take you out on Sunday for lunch and drinks. I’ll call you later. I’m so sorry. Miss you. X'

“Ahhh, shit.” Camille sighed, halfway through pulling curls through her hair with her straighteners. Cancelling with only an hour and half notice? It really left her feeling disappointed, but if it was family stuff then she guessed there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Figuring she’d finish her hair anyway so it was all nice for the following day, she completed the task, her reflection in the mirror one of sadness. She hated being let down, especially by a guy she liked as much as him.  

Not only had she missed out on EZ, but she could also have been working, already missing out on the previous night’s earnings because of her period, waking up that morning to find it light enough to at least pop a diva cup in and be able to return safely without the fear of bleeding on either the stage, or someone’s lap.  

Turning off her straighteners, she took off her bathrobe, getting into her comfy sweats and going to flop down in front of the TV, ordering herself some takeout from her favourite Chinese. Thinking on it more, she wondered if his reason of family stuff had something to do with when he had to go and locate his brother the previous Friday. Picking up her phone, she sent him a message back hoping that everything was okay.  

It was. Because he was balls deep in Dina. He’d only stopped after remembering where he should have been in an hour and a half, a place he’d never had any intention of showing up to, no reservation at a restaurant made either.  

The only place he intended to be was exactly where he was. Loudly, too.  

“Blimey,” Bella exclaimed, shaking her head as she walked back over to Angel, Sally’s leash in her hand. “I just went to fetch this from the bottom of the stairs and I swear, the noises coming from your brother’s apartment. Bloody hell, and I thought I was loud.”

Her husband smirked, standing up. “You are loud, baby.”

Her eyes widened, bending to clip Sally's leash onto her collar, the dog beginning to spin with excitement. “Ohhh, I ain’t that loud, big sexy. Whatever the hell he’s doing to Dina, well, it sounds illegal.”  

He began snorting with laughter, considering hollering up the stairs at him, give him a good razzing, until he thought better of it. “You know, I’d go give him shit for it usually, but now? Ahh, nah. It ain’t worth it.”

Taking Bella’s hand, they both left the clubhouse, heading towards the gate so Sally could get a little exercise. Goodness knows, her owner didn’t have her evening walk high on his priority list, and the dog had the tendency to begin chewing when she was bored. The clubhouse already had part of a couch torn to shreds as well as a few table legs gnawed upon, even with her abundance of toys.  

“He’s still acting strangely, then?” she questioned as they hit the street, tightening the leash when someone on a skateboard wheeled past, Sally pulling and barking. She hated anything with tiny wheels.  

Angel sighed, rubbing his brow. He was glad for having his wife home, so he could confide all of this in her face to face. Bella was his best friend too, after all. “I don’t think this is acting strangely, baby girl. I think this is just him now. He’s changed so much over the last year, probably longer, actually.”

She sighed, squeezing his hand. “None have you have been the same, not since Coco died.” She paused for a moment, her voice trembling a little bit. She’d been heartbroken over his death, her hilarious, often inappropriate, loud, yet pure hearted friend had died just five months after she and Angel had married. She’d been up in Anaheim with her band, recording their debut album when Angel had called to tell her the news, driving back that night in floods of tears. “But do you really think it’s permanent with EZ? He seemed his usual self earlier on, before taking Dina upstairs to bang a new hole into her.”

“Sometimes he ain’t so bad, but those moments, they’re few and far between now. You���ll see what I mean, now you’re home for a few months.”  

Bella smiled thinly, leaning over to kiss his shoulder. “Something tells me I’m not going to enjoy the experience, of witnessing the altered EZ.”  

He let go of her hand, wrapping his arm around her instead, laying a kiss atop her head. “You won’t, but at least your old man here is still awesome.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a giggle. “No change there.” As it turned out, she got to see it as soon as they arrived back just over two hours later, Sally suitably exhausted from her long walk.  

“Oh, there’s my fucking dog,” EZ bristled after striding over, snatching the leash from Bella’s hand, his face dark. “Tell me next time, or better yet, try asking.”

Fair tempered as she was, she didn’t rise to it. “Erm, you were kind of busy, EZ, and Sally was getting antsy. We thought you were doing you a favour in taking her out.”

“Well, you fucking weren’t! Don’t interfere!”

“Hey, fucking cool it with yelling at my wife, EZ!” Angel interjected with, standing between him and Bella. “I’m warning you, you don’t fucking lose your shit at her, you hear me?”  

EZ glowered, lifting his chin. “Or you’ll do what?”  

“Fucking knock you down, man,” he vouched, Bishop creeping around behind them, moving fast to grab Bella and get her out of the way when EZ lunged at his brother, Angel kicking him straight in the chest and sending him backwards. He recovered, swinging, landing a punch straight into his cheek.  

“Oh my bloody god, stop it! Both of you!” Bella cried, Sally beginning to bark as Bishop grabbed her swinging leash and pulled her back, wrapping an arm around Bella and moving her away from the melee.  

“Leave them, sweetheart. They need this, it’s been brewing,” he advised, although it brought him no feelings of ease to see what had been bubbling finally explode. It was only a matter of time before a fight endured between El Rey Oscuro and one of them. All bets were on it being Angel, who everyone knew was coming to the end of his tether with his younger brother’s antics. Acting aggressively towards his wife was the straw that had broken the camel’s back.  

“For Christ’s sake,” she whispered, hiding her face behind her hand as Bishop led her outside, the brawl continuing. She’d been in their world for long enough to understand how things were, but it didn’t mean she had to like it, when any of them came to physical blows, least of all her husband and brother-in-law.  

Bishop had been quick enough to take the bottle of Makers Mark he’d been enjoying out there with him, mainly to prevent it from getting smashed, telling her he’d be back in a few minutes, jogging over to the office and returning with two coffee mugs, pouring a large measure into each.  

“Here, cheers,” he spoke darkly with a sigh. “Some homecoming for you, huh?” The poor kid, she’d only been back for just over a week, and this is what she had to deal with, her family literally at war.

Bella took a good glug of the bourbon, Sally jumping up onto the couch to settle at her side. “Angel warned me while we were out with Sally, how bad he could be at times. What with catching up with Amelia, Nala and my mum, I haven’t really been around much to witness it. Today has been the first time I’ve seen him, in fact. I said to Angel that he seemed alright earlier, but bloody hell, Bish. For a man who has just spent the last few hours getting his dick wet, he’s in a pissin’ vile mood!”  

“Yep,” he lamented, lighting two cigarettes, handing one to her she thanked him for. “Vile is a good word to sum him up, when he’s like this.”

“What do you think is causing it? Is it the pressure of leading the MC, the stuff with the cartel? Angel told me, about the fentanyl. That fucking bitch, cutting you guys out. He had to expect she would, though. She’s smart. Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? Still, though. It was a stupid, dangerous idea to begin with. The tiniest little dust of that stuff kills people! They take even a fraction more than they should and bang! Dead.”

Even Bella got it, Bishop noted. EZ was still loathed to admit any of that particular mess was his fault at all. “I don’t know, darling. I really don’t. I mean, your guess is as good as any, the pressure of taking the gavel is huge, not to mention that his trajectory has been rapid to say the very least. Prospect, to VP, to president in the space of four years? It’s enough to head fuck even the strongest of minds.”  

Hearing a crash, she jumped, placing her cigarette between her teeth as she pushed up to stand on the couch, looking in through the window. EZ had just been sent into a pile of glasses upon the bar, Angel receiving a foot in the stomach for it. “I swear, they have five fucking minutes before I call for backup.”

“Felipe?”

“Oh yeah,” Bella replied, seating herself again. “If anyone can bang their heads together successfully, it’s pop.” As it turned out, they only needed a further two, everything quietening down, Angel walking out, holding a towel full of ice to his head, his lip dripping with blood.  

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” he stated after Bella had rushed to him, checking him over. “I got him worse, and his punk ass fucking needed it. It wasn’t just about you, baby.” Seating himself down, he picked up the bourbon bottle and took a big swig, wincing when the alcohol burned his lip, the doors of the clubhouse flying open with a crash, EZ striding through them, heading towards his bike. He rode out of there without word, leaving everyone to sit and ponder the damage left in his wake.

While they did, EZ burned gas for half an hour in an effort to calm down, before deciding to head over to the home of the person who he knew would make him feel better.  

As soon as Camille saw him there on her doorstep, bloodied and brushed, she gasped. “What in the hell happened? Are you alright?”  

“Yeah, I’m good,” he began, kicking his boots off as she locked the door behind him, taking off his kutte and hanging it up on the peg in her hallway, next to her little denim jacket and collection of hoodies. “Well, I’m not. I just got into a fight with Angel.”  

She suspected as much, nodding as she took in his face. “Come on through to the kitchen, you need ice on that eye. Shit, he really fucking cracked you, it’s starting to swell.” He followed along after her, his ribs groaning in pain as he twisted slightly, EZ thinking himself lucky they weren’t broken, with how many body blows he’d taken. He knew what fractures felt like, and this wasn’t it.  

“I’m really sorry to just turn up like this, especially after cancelling,” he revealed, and for once, it was the actual truth. His arrival at her home had nothing to do with him being manipulative. He sought her out because he felt like shit, and she always made him feel better. It was that simple.  

“No, baby it’s alright. I get it, I get it. Hang on.” Going to the freezer, she pulled out the ice cube tray, taking a clean towel from the drawer and up ending the tray onto it, giving it a good, sharp bash against the counter. Bringing up the sides, she knotted them together, handing it to him, stunned at the way he was smiling at her. “What’s with the grin?”

Taking the towel, he rested it against his eye, leaning down to kiss her. “You just called me baby for the first time. You’re so cute.”  

“You get the stuffing almost knocked all the way out of you, and you can still smile,” she began, softly shaking her head. “I’d be a mess in a corner somewhere.” She found it wild, that he wasn’t more affected by it, wondering how usual an occurrence it was within his world. Taking some cotton and antiseptic out from the cupboard, she went about swabbing his cuts, EZ not quite as happy then, grumbling at the sting. “Well, if you’re going to ruck, Ezekiel.” She whispered softly at a particularly deep rumble, swiping the cotton over his split eyebrow.

“I know, I know.” He leaned down, kissing the tip of her nose. “Mind if I take a shower?”

“Not at all. Get those clothes off too and I’ll wash them. I even have stuff you can borrow. My brother leaves clothes here for when he comes to stay, usually when mom is being, well, mom.”

“With the cleaning fits?” He’d remembered her telling him about those, how Marge Smith could get while under the duress of needing to deep clean her entire home. Even carpet steamers were hired, her younger brother Corey always seeking refuge from it with his favourite sister.  

She widened her eyes. “Oh yeah. Dad dropped by last week and revealed he’d had to talk her down from a set of stepladders while she tried to clean moss off the roof with a broom.”  

He laughed, taking off his t shirt and handing it to her, his chest a mess of welts and scratches. Not all of them were inflicted by Angel, but EZ thought it was lucky he could pass off Dina’s nail grazes as such, although much to his surprise, he felt a small knot of guilt twist in his stomach when Camille took them in, kissing the ones that lead down to his abs. “Full on Marge madness, huh?”

Marge madness is what everyone in the Smith family coined it, Camille again touched that he’d remembered it when she’d probably only used the expression once in passing when describing her beloved mother. “Oh yeah. He got her down and went up there himself after getting her settled with a glass of wine and an episode of Real Housewives of somewhere or another.” Entertained by the visual he had in his head, he removed the rest of his clothes, heading through to the bathroom, Camille giving him a little butt smack on the way.  

While he was showering, she threw his clothes into the machine along with a few of her items that had been waiting in there for a larger load to accumulate, switching it on and going back out to the kitchen to put the coffee machine on before going to her spare bedroom, pulling out a pair of dark grey sweats and a black vest. The sweats would fit no problem, Corey and EZ were roughly the same height, but the vest she knew might be a struggle, EZ with a wide chest and Corey quite skinny still. Rethinking her decision, she rifled through the drawer and chose a relatively loose-fitting t shirt, leaving the clothes outside of the bathroom and calling to him that they were placed there.  

“Thanks, mamas,” he called back from beneath the water. “You take good care of me.”

“Someone has to,” she snickered, heading back to pour the drinks before curling up on the couch, EZ joining her a mere few minutes later. The t shirt she thought was oversized? He filled it completely, the sleeves straining under the bulk of his biceps. “So, do you want to talk about it, what led to you and Angel having a scuffle?”

He took a sip of his coffee before replying. “Not really, no. Let’s just say it’s been building for a while, though, and leave it there. It’ll be better now, I think, now he’s got a few swings in at me.” He shifted around, trying to get comfortable, his back tightening. He’d likely pulled something, whether from the fight or the two hours of beast mode sex with Dina prior to it, he didn’t know. He knew it hurt, though, pinching away as pain shot up and down his shoulder blade. Camille picked up on it, gesturing with her hands for him to sit forward.

“Oh my god, EZ,” she exclaimed softly, her fingers pressing into the muscles in his shoulder and back. “The tension you have gathered here is insane. No wonder you’re uncomfortable. Come on, you’re in the right hands with me. I’m giving you a massage.”  

He didn’t need to be offered such twice. Ten minutes later and he was lying face down on her bed, Camille astride his thighs, working all the tension from his back with oiled up hands. God, it felt so good, although a little painful as she worked at the knots.  

“You’ve had this for years, this is really deeply built-up tension, so it might take a while before they begin to give,” she explained, the knots cracking against her fingers, the muscles warming to the manipulation, slightly starting to yield.  

“I’ll give you about a week to stop.” He sounded very blissed out, Camille beginning to work her hands lower, incorporating her forearms too, EZ making soft sounds of appreciation. She moved between offering feel good therapy and knot pummelling, alternating so he wasn’t at the mercy of a practice she knew was painful, her own back suffering the same from her dancing, having her boss Trudi give her a weekly massage in order to keep her own knots of tension at bay.  

“How’s that feeling now?” she asked a time later, his back considerably loosened up compared to how it had been when she started.  

“It’s weird,” he rumbled through a chuckle. “Half of me is all relaxed and sleepy, but I’m not going to lie. I’m horny as fuck, too.”  

She giggled at his statement, neither a surprise. After a massage, she was always in the mood for either sleep or sex, too. “And which desire is winning?”

“Sleep, I think.”  

They decided to go to bed early, Camille happy that she wasn’t in at the salon until midday, so she got to have a little lie in. Whether or not it would be with EZ was a different question, though. After going to put the washing into the dryer, she curled up with him, his bulk a warm blanket that surrounded her, falling asleep quickly.  

He woke before her, as always, his mind telling him to grab his clothes and go, just like he always did. Another part of him, though, it eventually coaxed him into remaining right where he was, when he realised that by her side was the one place he actually wanted to be.  

When Camille awoke at just gone 9am, she was pleased to reach into the space next to her and find him still there by her side, EZ pulling her close, kissing her head as she rested it on his chest. He felt content, like being straight with her could be enough for him, his need for control pushed down, not bothering him for that moment. It felt nice.  

It would, however, rise from the shadows again once more. It was inevitable, and this he knew.  

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Hi, i got another request, though this time it's rather vague 😅

Just eddie and reader being friends and eddie going on some rant because he's stressed or starts believing what others say about him (basically angst) and reader kissing him in order to stop him cause nothing else worked. Eddie just being stunned "did you just kiss me?... Do it again"? :D

Ahhh I love this! Sorry that it took me a bit, but I hope it was worth the wait. Majoar angst with insecure Eddie? Hell yes, here we go

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader (I hope I haven't overlooked anything) Word count: 1928 Warning/Tags: angst with a happy ending, insecure Eddie, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end, kinda best friends to lovers (let me know if I missed anything)

Trailer Park Trash

You knew something was wrong the moment Eddie came through the door and put his bag down with a loud thud. You’d been friends for years, so long you couldn’t even recall how it had started, but while Eddie was still stuck in school, you’d graduated more than a year ago and were now earning some money in a coffee shop. You liked the work, the money wasn’t bad, and you had been able to move out of your parents’ house into your own apartment, gaining some much needed privacy and independence. Of course, Eddie had gotten a key as well, but most of the time, he still came around back and walked in through the doors to the backyard. It belonged to your apartment, but therefore, you had to take care of it, which was fine with you, seeing that you could make a little herb garden in one of the corners.

He was welcome to stay here when he needed to get out of the trailer park for a moment, or when Wayne wasn’t home for the night because he was working and that familiar feeling of loneliness settled within him, making him anxious. You’d woken up a couple of times to Eddie lying beside you in your bed, because he’d just needed you around to fall asleep. It wasn’t an easy topic, but he’d confided in you, had told you all about it, and you’d told him immediately that it was more than okay for him to come by any time. What you hadn’t told him, though, was that every time he did that, there was a warm feeling that settled in the pit of your stomach. You knew what it was, what it meant, but you tried to push it aside, not wanting to ruin your friendship. You had a bond with him that you didn’t have with anyone else, and you didn’t want to lose it.

“Hey… what’s going on?” you asked, walking into the living room where he’d taken a seat, the heels of his hands digging into his eyes, trying to chase away the oncoming headache.

“It’s… nothing.” Eddie waved a hand in the air, his leg bouncing up and down, his hands dropping to his lap, his fingers immediately starting to fiddle with his rings. It was bad, really bad. He could get fidgety, especially when he was excited, but it got worse when he was anxious.

“It’s obviously not nothing.” You walked over to him, bare feet hitting the tiles, making him look up when he heard you approach. He really didn’t want to lay this on you, wanted to just swallow it down.

“‘M just having a bad day.” He shrugged his shoulders, turning his face away from you, busying himself with the zipper on his sleeve.

“That’s not it.” Your voice was incredibly soft, because you could see and feel the tension in his shoulders, while the bouncing of his leg increased when you stopped in front of him. “Hey, look at me!”

You didn’t have to touch him, he turned his head towards you on his own accord. Your stomach dropped when you looked into his deep brown eyes that looked so… lost all of a sudden. It pained you to see him like this, so of course you wanted to know what was going on with him.

“It’s just…” Eddie’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and as much as you wanted to concentrate on what he was saying, you were momentarily distracted by that movement. “I don’t know.” With a heavy sigh, he got up from the chair and started pacing around, arms folded over his chest. “I just feel like such a failure, you know?”

He cast a quick glance at you, but didn’t really want to see your reaction, too scared of what he might see in your eyes. Uncrossing his arms again, he reached his left hand up to pick at the skin on his lips. 

“Maybe everyone is right about me… I am a freak, I’m not gonna deny that, but all these other things…” He shook his head, still walking up and down in front of you. “I’ve got better things to do than worship the devil. Just because I like metal music and dress differently than most of these… pricks. I mean, I’ve gotten used to being called a freak and I kinda play into that a bit, but it still hurts when people flinch away from me, because they’re scared!”

The incredulous look on Eddie’s face made your heart squeeze for him, because you knew that he only played into it as a way of protecting himself. It was easier to keep people at arm’s length than to let them see how he really was. Because he was one of the kindest, most caring people you knew, who would move heaven and hell for the people he cared about, so it was ridiculous to think that anyone could be scared of him. But people in Hawkins were rather close-minded and believed a lot of shit they heard.

“I play a fantasy game because it’s fun and they think it’s the devil’s work. But when I don’t know how many guys trail after one ball when they could each get their own, everyone is cheering.” He rolled his eyes, and you had to smile at his words. You’d never gotten the attraction as well, but people here were going crazy. To be fair, you enjoyed watching ice hockey now and then, because it was a physical, fast sport, and Eddie watched it with you. But he had a point… nobody worried when they were so eager to practice and play, or when it was a different kind of game. Say something about a fantasy game and everyone was freaking out, yet all of them flocked to the cinema for different kinds of movies, be it fantasy or science fiction.

“Yeah, I don’t get the attraction either. I mean, I don’t play D&D, but I love watching you guys.” It was a safe topic, one he was always passionate about, could talk about for hours, so steering the conversation in that direction was your best bet to get him to calm down. But he didn’t.

“Yes! It’s just a hobby we love. Like reading or music.” His own hobbies, things he was also passionate about, and you remembered him giving you an hour long speech about The Lord of the Rings and how amazing all the characters were, even though you’d read all three parts yourself.

“I know, Eds-”

“So it must be me, not what I do or what I like… it’s just gotta be me. The boy who was taken away from his parents, because they didn’t take care of him.”

“Eddie that’s-”

“Whose uncle took him in, because there was nobody else.” Which was only half the truth, because Wayne would have taken him in one way or another, because he’d always loved Eddie, but right now, he wasn’t seeing straight. “The trailer park trash as they like to call me.”

“Eddie…” You sighed, your heart sinking even further. He was nothing of that, but he couldn’t see that right now, and he didn’t even listen to you, didn’t hear a thing you said. You watched him still pacing the room, and it was a wonder that his lips hadn’t started bleeding from all the skin he’d picked off of it.

“It’s what I am… the freak that lives in a trailer and doesn’t have enough money to buy a new car, like all the other little Hawkins students who get money shoved up their asses from their parents.”

You had to make him stop. Stop talking, stop doubting himself, stop pacing - because your heart broke seeing him like this. You had to surprise him, and even though you didn’t want to do it like this, it was the only thing you could think of right now, instead of knocking him out somehow.

You stepped directly in front of him, making him stop dead in his tracks, his hands curling around your upper arms, because he’d nearly knocked you over, so he tried to steady both of you. Pushing your nervousness aside, you raise your hand to frame his face and pull him towards you so that you could put your lips on his. It was just a sweet, innocent kiss, but it still sent electricity throughout your whole body - and you could feel Eddie relax beneath your touch.

His fingers flexed against your arms, but then they dropped down, found their home on your waist. Suddenly overcome with self consciousness, you pulled back, wide eyes looking up at Eddie. His eyes were still closed, while your heart beat rapidly in his chest. You’d just kissed your best friend, and you had no idea how he’d react. Yes, he hadn’t pulled back, but that didn’t mean that he’d liked it or would want to do it again. You could still say that it had just been a way to get him to shut up, nothing more, even if you were lying to his face. That had been your thought, sure, but you’d also been wanting to kiss him for a lot longer.

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#3

Im sorry if this is too intense of a request, but I’ve been going through something lately and could use the comfort. Could you do a Eddie/fem!reader where they’re in a relationship and Eddie finds out your previous boyfriend was abusive?

Hello love! I'm really sorry to hear that, and if you ever want to talk, my inbox is always open, just so you know. If you just want to get something off your chest or want a shoulder to lean on: I'm here! That being said, I pushed this up on my to-do-list and just finished it (it's not beta'd though) So that you can hopefully get some comfort out of this and I didn't go too dark in some parts.

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Word count: 2598 something Warning/Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, domestic abuse, child abuse (mentioned), scars, violence, fluff in the end, Wayne Munson being our hero again (let me know if I missed something) Read on AO3

Two months. For two months, you’d officially been Eddie’s girlfriend now, but you’d met even before that, had gotten to know each other better, before he’d made a move and asked you out on a real date. At first, you’d been a little reserved, the memories of your ex-boyfriend still very vivid in your head, and they even haunted you at night, but Eddie had been so sweet, and hadn’t given up, so you’d agreed. After all, you’d already spent your afternoons together studying.

That was how it all had started, because you’d been paired up for a project. You’d started talking about a whole lot more than just the project. While you’d gotten some mix tapes from Eddie to give a listen to, he’d gotten a book from you that he had to give a chance. Sure, you knew that nothing would live up to The Lord of the Rings, but it was still one of your favourites. In the end, you’d told him that you’d go on a date with him if he read the book. The next day, he’d stood in front of you, book in hand and had started a whole conversation about it.

“Pick you up at seven tomorrow night,” he’d said when he’d left and ever since then, you’d spent pretty much every day together, still getting to know each other better, and falling deeper in love with each other. Still, there was a lot you hadn’t told him, but Eddie was patient.

While you loved feeling his hands on your skin, you hadn’t gone any further. You always tensed up when you felt his hands closer to the clasp of your bra. Not because you didn’t want this, but because of the memories that haunted you. Eddie always picked up on it, always told you, that you didn’t need to rush anything, but you couldn’t blame him for trying.

You’d slept over at his trailer a couple of times, had slept in his arms, or had at least tried to do so, but you were always scared that you’d wake up from the nightmares. So instead you’d stayed awake most of the night, had watched him sleep peacefully. Deep down you knew that Eddie would never hurt you, but that little nagging voice in your had told you that you’d thought the same about Luke. Until he’d raised his hand for the first time, until he’d done it again and again, had treated you like you were one of his belongings, not a human being. At one point, you’d gotten out, but only because he’d found some other girl that he’d liked more. You only hoped that he wouldn’t treat her the same way he’d treated you.

Luke was your past, not your present anymore, and it was a good thing that he’d left the school last year so that you didn’t have to see him anymore. Too bad, he hadn’t taken the memories with him. The scar close to your left temple would always remind you of him anyway.

Today, you’d spent all day outside, and were absolutely exhausted when you eventually lay in bed with Eddie, his arms wrapped around your middle, holding you close to him.

“You need your sleep, sweetheart. You can hardly keep your eyes open.” Eddie smoothed a hand over your hair before he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I’m alright,” you whispered against his chest, stifling a yawn. You knew that you needed your sleep, but you were also afraid that you’d wake up drenched in your own sweat, yelling, because that had happened before. Your Mum had been by your side in no time, but even she didn’t know what had happened with Luke. You’d told her some sorry excuse that you’d tried to skateboard, because it had looked like so much fun, but you’d fallen off. You’d had to tell her something when the hospital had called her to pick you up.

“Sure you are.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, heard some rustling, before you looked up. “Just relax and I’ll read you something, ‘kay?”

How were you supposed to say no when he was holding your favourite book, the one you’d given him, that had led up to your first real date? He wasn’t even finished with the first page when you fell asleep with your head nestled on his chest.

It didn’t take long until you heard Eddie’s soothing voice, but it still held a hint of panick.

“It’s okay, it’s me, Y/N! It’s me, it’s Eddie!”

“No, no, no, no, no!” You mumbled still half asleep when your eyes suddenly opened, because you couldn’t move your hands anymore, hands wrapped firmly around your wrists. “LUKE, NO! Let me go!” You pushed yourself away, ripped your hands free and pressed your back against the wall behind you, chest heaving because you were breathing so hard. Your eyes needed a moment to adjust to the darkness in the room. Deep down, you knew where you were, but your nightmare was still so vivid, that it was hard to really comprehend what was going on.

“It’s not Luke, it’s Eddie,” he spoke to you again, keeping his hands up so that you could see them. His voice was still steady, but he was careful not to move too quickly. “It’s okay, you’re safe here!” While he didn’t yet know what had happened to you, he had a pretty good idea what might have caused your reaction.

“Ed… Eddie?” you whispered with a trembling voice, a sob ready to break out of you any moment now, and when he really came into focus, when you realised where you were that you were really safe, the tears started flowing. Eddie didn’t know what was the right thing to do now, whether you needed him to stay away or wrap his arms around you, so he just opened his arms for you, but stayed where he was to give you some space.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. Tell me what you need!” He wanted to help you, but he didn’t know how, but he was more than relieved when you threw yourself into his arms, curled up on his lap and buried your head in the crook of his neck. Eddie gently wrapped his arms around your body, placed both of his hands on your back and rubbed them slowly up and down. He could feel your tears against his skin, and he just held you in his arms, letting you cry your heart out, because it seemed like it was just what you needed.

You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there until you were finally able to raise your head again and look at him.

“I’m so sorry…” Your voice was hoarse from sobbing, which led up to a few hiccups. Your hands came up to rub at your eyes, brush the remaining tears away, because you were slowly calming down, feeling utterly safe in Eddie’s embrace.

“You don’t have to apologise, princess.” Eddie brushed his knuckles across your cheek, let his hand drop to take ahold of yours then. “You scared me there, but I’m more worried about you than anything else.” 

Your eyes landed on his chest, where you saw the damage you’d done. There were scratch marks from your fingernails that hadn’t been there when you’d gone to sleep.

“I hurt you.”

“That’s nothing, really,” he reassured you, raising your hand to kiss each knuckle, hopefully calming you down a little more. “You were whispering in your sleep and then you started yelling and flailing your arms around. I was just worried about you.”

“Still… I’m sorry about this.” You touched your fingertips to the scratches as if to soothe them. You never wanted to hurt him, but now you had, even if you hadn’t really been in control of your own body.

“No more apologies, okay?” Eddie leaned forward to brush a kiss over your nose, not really sure whether it was okay to properly kiss you right now or not. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and make you feel safe here with him. A nod from you made him smile again. “Do you want to talk about it?” He felt you tense up a little bit again, which made him add: “You don’t have to. Just know that I’m here to listen, alright?”

No, you didn’t want to talk about it, but you felt the need to say it out loud. You wouldn’t heal if you kept this to yourself and pulled away from Eddie. You’d realised that you loved him, but hadn’t been able to tell him that yet. You hadn’t found the courage to speak the words.

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My #1 post of 2022

The Stars Remind Me of You

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x (fem) Hopper!Reader Word count: 8767 Summary: El asks her older sister Y/N to help Hopper come around to Mike and her dating. Y/N’s solution to this? Get Eddie to pretend to be her boyfriend and act way worse than Mike. What starts as a joke, ends up being something very real. Warning/Tags: fluff, sooo much fluff, fake-dating, falling in love, first kiss (let me know if I missed anything) Author’s note: Congratulations to the wonderful @loveronlineee on 10k followers! What a milestone and so well deserved. So, this was a prompt from their 10k Celebration and I immediately fell in love with the Hopper!Reader prompt, so I had to write it down. And in all honestly: it's long but I could have written even more, because I love that dynamic. So I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it 💚

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“Y/N, you need to help me!” El proclaimed as she walked into your room, leaving the door wide open because your Dad wasn’t home, he was at work. Immediately, you lowered the volume of the music and put your book aside, laying it face down on your bed.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?” You couldn’t even remember when you’d started calling her that, but it had stuck, because she’d liked it. It always reminded her of fall, of Halloween, when the two of you carved pumpkins with Hopper - a tradition El had quickly learned to love.

“It’s Dad.” She heaved a sigh and sat down next to you on the bed. It had been just you and Hopper until El had appeared, but you’d quickly opened your heart to her, made her part of your family. She was your sister, and you introduced her like that to everyone.

“What did he do this time?” Oh, Hopper was protective, always had been, and you still remembered how he scared your first boyfriend away with all his questions. In the end that had been better for you, because that lying, cheating bastard hadn’t deserved your time of day. Still, in that moment, you’d been so angry with your father that you hadn’t talked to him for nearly a week. He always wanted what was best for you and El, but sometimes, he had questionable methods.

“That stupid three inch rule he has for one.” El leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “And he always interrupts and calls Mike’s Mum to tell her he’ll pick me up. I’m not a child anymore!”

That much was true, but you still had to chuckle. He’d had that three inch rule since you could remember, even though you hadn’t really brought that many guys home, at least not boyfriends, but he’d made sure that the door stayed open even when you’d only had a friend over to study for a test together.

“You’re lucky he actually likes Mike. You don’t want to know what he’s like when he doesn’t like the guy you’re going out with.”

“Why?”

“Because he goes full on cop-mode on that poor guy. I mean, in the end it was good, because Trevor had been lying to me the whole time.” You shrugged your shoulders, because it had been quite some time ago, and every guy after that hadn’t really seen your home. You’d done your best to keep your dates away from your home, but Hopper had found out nonetheless. Oh, all the talks you’d had with him, but they’d at least paved the way for El a little bit. You hoped.

“Mike is not lying to me.”

“I wasn’t implying that. I know that Mike is a good guy.” You really did. You’d known him for years now, and the way he looked at El was the way you wanted someone to look at you one day. Not that you were actively looking, because you were completely content without a boyfriend by your side - especially because most guys were rather superficial and just wanted to get you in the sheets.

“We can’t even go and watch a movie without him waiting for me as soon as the movie is over.” El pushed herself up on her elbows, her eyes on you. “Can you help me? Get him off my back?”

“I might have an idea.” Slowly, a grin started forming on your lips. You loved your sister enough to help her, and in addition you could play a little prank on your Dad. But therefore, you needed someone else, and that would probably take a little bit of convincing.

“Really?”

“Yeah… but we need Mike for this and we have to talk to his friend Eddie Munson.” You knew Eddie, but not that well, but you knew the rumours - and you also knew how much of that was true - and Hopper knew about them as well. So coming home with Eddie Munson by your side would definitely take your father’s focus off your sister.

“What do you want to talk to Eddie about?” El scrunched up her nose, her eyes fixed on you. The way you grinned at her, though, made her slowly realise what was going on. “Oh… Oh!”

And that was what brought you here, to Eddie’s trailer, Mike in tow. It was still warm enough to sit outside, at least as long as the sun was out. Once the sun was gone, you’d need a sweater, but you always had one in your car just in case.

“You’re kidding, right?” Eddie asked with a laugh, shaking his head, after you’d told him your idea.

“No, we’re completely serious!” Mike looked at Eddie, El’s hand clutched in his. These two were desperate, you could tell, and it wasn’t because they wanted to sneak away to do whatever… it was all so innocent.

“Would it be so bad to pretend to go out with me?” You chuckled to cover up insecurities that were bubbling up. At least your words managed to shut him up. Eddie looked you over, before he started to smile again.

“That’s definitely not it. I mean, it’s more that nobody would believe that someone like you is actually going out with the likes of me.” Eddie winked at you, covering up his own insecurities with that. He knew what people saw when they looked at him, and it was okay. He’d grown accustomed to that, because he had a couple of people in his life who knew him, who liked him for who he was.

“Well, but what if that’s exactly the kind of guy I like?” you challenged, crossing your arms beneath your breasts. “I haven’t dated anyone in a while because I don’t want one of these stuck up idiots that are overwhelmed when you ask them what the last book they read was. And then they answer with something like does this or that sports magazine count?” You rolled your eyes, because you’d really had these conversations.

Eddie looked at you for a moment, his lips slowly curving up into a smile. He liked your answer, liked the way you’d just described the majority of the guys here.

“Fair enough,” he said, trying to hide the smile behind his hair. “On one condition… Mike, you’ll take care of cleaning the room when we’re done with Hellfire for let’s say… two months.”

“Deal!” Mike pretty much jumped at this, grinning like a lovesick teenager - which he was - because this hopefully meant that he’d be able to spend some time alone with El, without Hopper waiting around every corner.

“So… what do you need from me, sweetheart?” Eddie focused his whole attention on you now, taking a step closer. After all, if you were going to pretend to be dating, you’d need to get accustomed to each other, get used to being close to each other. 

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Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Request: "Hi um..this is my first time asking and I don't know if your taking requests but I was wondering if you could do a Daryl and the reader get into a heated argument about how the reader went missing for a couple of days while on a run and Daryl goes after them but can't find them so he thinks that the same thing happened to them like the same thing happened to Sophia (if that makes any sense?) And after a couple days after Daryl lits a building on fire for some reason? And reader comes stumbling out of the building and Daryl sees that and the listener is just trying to get away from the fire and Daryl just grabs them and drags them away. Then he throws them on the ground and starts to yell at them and the listener starts to yell back and you could choose the rest :D Thank you!! ^^" - Requested by a nonny! 😄

Summary: You get lost on a run, due to a herd of walkers overrunning the small town you and your group went to. Daryl spends days outside, searching for you. When he does find you, it comes to a heated argument…

Warnings: the usual TWD stuff - walkers, fire, injuries, angst, fluff

Set in Season 9!

Word Count: 2,9k

a/n: Ahhhh, I love thiiis! Hope you like it as well, nonny! 🥰 Thanks for requesting! 😁

Quick note: I know, it's unlikely for wood to burn, when there's snow outside and so on, but ahhh, it just fit so well... Sorry, I hope you guys don't mind!

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The wind howled around the houses of Alexandria. It was going to be a few hard months, everyone could tell. There wasn't much time left before the start of the winter. About one or two weeks - according to Eugene. So, the goal was to get as much supplies as somehow possible, in order to get everyone through those cold months ahead. Everybody helped as best as possible - including you. Together with a few other citizens from Alexandria, you went on a run to gather some more medical stuff. There was a small town - about a day ride away from the community. Daryl had found it on a hunt a few weeks ago. The town was in the forest, rather hidden, so you hoped it was most widely untouched.

Leading a group of three people, you made your way to the said town in the planned time slot. It took you almost exactly 24 hours. Together, you had searched for a safe place to stay the night. Everything went smoothly. Even the break in of the abandoned doctor's office. But once you all had made it out alive and well, everything went south on a sudden. Seemingly out of nowhere, a big herd of walkers - probably about 30 or 40 literally overran the town. There were too many of them and too less of you to fight them off, and in between all the panic and trouble, you got separated from the group...

Daryl didn't come often to Alexandria these days. He spent the most time out in the woods, still searching for Rick and trying to somehow get over his grief. It wasn't that easy, though. Alexandria just reminded him even more of his lost brother, so he didn't turn up a lot. But when he paid the community a visit, then because of one reason... You. You two knew each other since the prison and grew incredibly close over the time and all the shitty, horrible things you experienced together with your family.

This time he walked through the steel gates of Alexandria, it was the same reason as always... You.

The archer greeted everyone he saw on his way, until he reached your small, cosy house. Just as he wanted to knock at the door, his actions got interrupted by a voice behind him. "She isn't here, Daryl." Michonne. Word had spread fast, that the archer was back in the community. He spun around to face his friend. "What ya mean, she ain't here?" Michonne took a deep breath and stepped closer, pulling the winter coat she wore ever tighter. It was freezing. "Y/N went out on a run three days ago. Things went south. A large herd of walkers overran the small town you found and-" Daryl felt how his heart beat increased, pumping more blood through his veins. "She dead?" He asked dryly, tears already starting to build up in his eyes. Daryl lost his brother... He couldn't lose you, too. But to his sheer relief, shook Michonne her head. "No... Just missing. We hope she isn't dead, but... We don't know. Two people of her group came back and told us." "Did you search for 'er?" The leader of Alexandria squeezed her eyes shut and began to slowly shake her head. "We wanted, but like you see, it already started to snow. Eugene's weather forecast wasn't exactly correct. A snow storm is coming - and we both know it'd be too dangerous to go out there now. I'm sorry." Daryl clenched his teeth, felt how anger started to flood his system. Snow storm or not. It was no excuse to just leave you out there alone with dozens of walkers and other threats. "For you." Daryl simply said, before he rushed past Michonne. "Daryl! You can't go out there now! Especially not alone!" He adjusted his poncho and tapped the side of his right thigh to let Dog know he should follow him - which the dog immediately did out course. "You can't stop me! I ain't sittin' here around 'n lettin' Y/N out there alone, jus' because of a little bit snow." Michonne tried to argue with the archer, but it was no use of course. Daryl didn't listen to another word his friend said, slung his crossbow back over his shoulder and marched straight for the gates. "Come on, Dog." Dog barked at the call of his name and quickly followed his master. Michonne followed the pair as well, still trying to stop her friend. "Daryl!" He didn't listen, of course. Once Daryl Dixon was determined to do something, there was no stopping him. Before the leader of Alexandria was able to catch up with the archer, the heavy metal doors got already closed shut behind him.

Daryl searched for you. Day after day after day. His first destination had been of course the small town you went to on the run. There had been still quite a few walkers - some of them on the verge of freezing to the ground. Daryl quickly got rid of them and searched together with Dog every nook and cranny of the town. "Y/N?!" The small school. Empty. "Y/N?!" The doctor's office. Empty. "Y/N?!" The supermarket. Empty. He searched everywhere, even at the gas station, but he found nothing besides a few other walkers. Usually, the archer had no problem in finding people. He was a tracker, it was his forte, but the horrible weather conditions and the constant snow fall made the situation worse. Together with the constant wind, erasing all traces, it was almost impossible. But Daryl wouldn't be Daryl, if he gave up just yet, so he continued to look for you for another few days, scoured the area around the town for you - but it was no use. He just couldn't find you. It bothered Daryl. More than he was ready to admit. The fact that you were still missing unlocked something deep inside him. Not just fear, no... Awful flashbacks from the beginning. The dreadful day little Sophia went missing. How he and the others - but especially he searched for days - almost weeks, but couldn't find her. He couldn't find the girl. Daryl failed. And because of that, they lost Sophia. The archer would never forget the moment she walked out of that damn barn, hissing and snarling - turned into a walker. He would never forget how Carol broke down, crying. Or how Rick shot her in the head in front of everybody. What if history was repeating itself? What if that was exactly what happened to you as well? Gods, he could never forgive himself if that was the case. Daryl just had to find you.

Another day passed. Over a week and you were still missing. The only good thing was, that the harsh snow storm had stopped. Now it was just bitterly cold outside. Daryl's plan of searching led him even further away from Alexandria.

He and Dog had everything under control, scoured profoundly the area - until the archer found himself in a very unpleasant situation... A large herd of walkers surprised him, caused him and Dog to run for their lives. The archer didn't know how this could happen. They just came out of nowhere. While he tried to get away from the hungry, snarling threat behind him, he tried to think of a plan to get rid of them. Fate seemed to be good to him for once. A small, wooden hut came in sight, as he quickly walked - running was for a longer period not possible, due to the snow. Panting, he searched in his pockets for matchsticks. This could work, he thought. No... It had to work. Fighting them was no option. Taking on twenty plus walkers alone could be difficult. And he couldn't run away forever as well. It would drain his energy - and he hadn't exactly that much left anyways. Setting this hut on fire was probably his only chance. Daryl just hoped, that the wood wasn't too wet from the snow. He had to try it, hadn't he? So, he marched as fast as possible up to the hut.

 After a few desperate tries of getting the old wood to burn and the threatening snarling coming closer and closer, he finally made it. The wood caught fire. Daryl rounded the small hut to bring himself and Dog into safety, watching the fire spreading quickly. Soon, it would go up in flames. Daryl was relieved that his plan worked out - until he saw the back door of the hut bursting open. Someone stumbled out of the hut, coughing. The archer narrowed his eyes, only to recognise that it was... His eyes immediately widened again. You... It was you! Daryl literally jumped up from his hiding spot, "Stay, Dog." and ran over to you. "Y/N!"

You were still coughing heavily as you tried to get away from the fire. You tried to run, but it was impossible, like the searing pain in your leg reminded you immediately. A painful hiss escaped your lips. You looked down, examined the gaping wound on your thigh again. It was bleeding - again. You somehow made it to slice open your thigh as you tried to escape from the walkers, back in that small town. "Y/N!" You lifted immediately your head at the call of your name - and saw a figure running towards you. You couldn't believe your eyes. Was this...? Could it be? "Daryl?!" You cried out, hissing in pain again. He reached you a few moments later, holding onto your shoulders. "Y/N?! Are ya alright?" You nodded with tears in your eyes. Gods, you were so happy to see him. "Y-Yeah, just... Hurt my leg..." Daryl quickly gazed down to take a look at the wound, but got distracted by the herd of walkers getting closer and closer, reminding him of the threat, which was on its way to the burning hut. "C'mon. We gotta get away from 'ere." The archer wrapped your arm around his shoulder and his arm around your waist to steady you and help you walk.

Of course, was Daryl happy that he had found you, but the bottled up feelings and fears of losing you just like he lost Sophia, caused his blood to boil. It was only a matter of time, until he was going to burst - something you couldn't know. Once he had brought you into safety, he let go of you - literally pushing you away from him, his feelings taking over and resulting in you, stumbling backwards and falling to the snowy ground, because of your injured leg. "Daryl, what-" You wanted to ask, but he didn't let you. "Goddamnit, Y/N! What were ya thinkin'?!" He yelled. You looked up at him confused. What was that now about? You questioned yourself. Why was he suddenly yelling? The sudden off behaviour of your friend turned your mood sour as well. "What the hell, Daryl? Why are you yelling at me? What's your problem?" Daryl scoffed. "What my problem is?!" He looked around, as if trying to somehow compose himself - without success. "You are my problem, woman! Why did ya go on that damn run, alone?!" Now it was your time to scoff. "I wasn't alone! I had a team!" "Ya call those three Savior pricks a team? For god's sake, Y/N... That ain't a team! They left ya alone out there, saved their own asses and went back to Alexandria! Why didn't you take Aaron with ya? Or Rosita? Or me?" You swallowed hard at his words. Did they really do that? Did they really give up on you? "Ya could've died! Bit or eaten by a walker - or worse! What if the Whisperers would've found ya?! Ya could've been killed!" "Right, Dixon! Could have! But I didn't!" You stood up from the cold ground. Your leg protested against this, but you didn't care, ignored the pain and just clenched your jaw. "I can look after myself!" You turned on your heels, ready to walk away. "I don't need a watchdog - and I certainly don't need you!" Ouch. Those words cut deep. It was an invisible punch to the gut. Daryl was like petrified for a moment, as he watched you hobble away, further into the woods. He didn't know, that you regretted the thing you said immediately, but you were too angry to take it back. The archer swallowed hard, now angry at himself for letting his bottled-up feelings take over. Did you really mean that? You didn't need him? This heated argument made Daryl realise two things. One: He cared about you - a lot. And two: No matter if you didn't need him. He needed you.

Afraid, that he might have lost you for real now, he quickly ran after you, with Dog close behind. "Y/N! Y/N! Wait!" You heard him calling for you, but didn't even think about stopping. "Please!" But Daryl was quicker on foot than you were and not injured, so he quickly caught up on you. "Y/N, please! 'M sorry!" He gently grabbed your arm to turn you around. "Oh now you're sorry?!" You yelled at him. "You almost killed me by burning this damn hut down and then you just yelled at me without a reason and now you're sorry?!" Daryl hung his head, long, brown strands of his curls falling into his face. "'M sorry..." He repeated, causing you to just scoff, before you turned around and began to walk away once again. That was the moment Daryl realised, that it was probably time to open up to you. To let the true feelings speak. Not his anger.

"I-I jus' yelled at ya, 'cause..." He sighed. "'Cause I was worried sick. Was almost shittin' myself when Michonne told me that ya didn't come back from the run... That the others lost ya... I went out, searchin' for ya, day after day. I was so afraid of losin' ya... So afraid of failin' to find ya - jus' like I failed finding Sophia." You stopped abruptly in your tracks at his words and felt your heart aching at his words. "I yelled at ya, 'cause I care 'bout ya, Y/N... A lot... I couldn't stand losin' ya. I-I need ya. Dunno what to do with myself if ya would be dead." You expected a lot for him to say - but certainly not that. His words literally left you breathless, as he opened up his heart for you.

Without hesitation, you turned to face him, smiling softly. "Daryl Dixon..." You started, shaking your head. "You never fail to surprise me." Daryl looked at you, stunned. "I jus' poured out ma heart to ya - and you... smile?" "Uh, um, yes, because now I know that the feeling is mutual." He furrowed his brows. "M-Mutual?" You nodded, stepping closer to him, until you could place your hands on his grey poncho clad chest. All the anger suddenly vanished; thrown out of the window. Daryl flinched a bit at your sudden touch, didn't see it coming. "I care about you, too, Daryl. So much that it often keeps me awake at night, when you are out there alone to search for Rick or hunt. I liked you from the very beginning. From the day you and the others saved us from Woodbury and brought us to the prison." You smiled even wider, rubbed your hands affectionately over his chest. "Okay, admittedly, I was a bit scared of you at first, 'cause you were quite a bit intimidating, but... I-I guess with time turned intimidation into admiration. Admiration turned into affection. Affection turned into a crush, and well... The crush turned into love. W-What I'm tryin' to say is... I-I think I l-love you." Daryl blinked, still visibly stunned. He needed a moment to catch up. But once, the words had fully sunk in, a warm feeling started to spread throughout the archer's body. A feeling, he never felt that strong in his life before, but he always knew was there – since the prison. Love. It couldn't be something different. Slightly awkwardly, he lifted his hands to place them on your hips, pulling you gently closer. "Love ya, too." The words he never used in his life before, slipped so easily over his lips all of a sudden.

You were beaming now. Your face almost started to hurt from all the smiling. Quickly, you pressed a short, soft kiss on Daryl's lips, taking him by surprise once again. He looked at you shocked at first, but then started to smile, blushing. "Can we go home now, please?" You asked after staring into his beautiful blue eyes for a long moment. "I'm freezing my ass off and this-" You pointed to your thigh. "Really hurts." Daryl nodded quickly, "'Course." and quickly moved to pick you up bridal style. A soft squeak left your lips, followed by a giggle. "Daryl! What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" You shook your head, still giggling, but clasped your hands around his neck. "You can't carry me all the way." Daryl started to walk, whistling for Dog to follow him. "I can and I will. Gotta take care of ma woman." My woman... You liked the sound of that.

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2. “so desperate for it aren’t you? well, if you want it so bad you better start taking it.”

19. “i think it’s time you get rid of that v-card.”

103. “i can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.”

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[02:05 a.m.]

“mmmm, jeonghan..” you moan out as you two make out fervently, his hands holding your waist as he gently pushes you into the wall, his lips going down to your neck.

“do you like that baby?” he asks as he slots a leg in between yours, gripping your waist even tighter. “i know i do..”

you two begin establishing a rhythm with your mouths, holding him by his nape to bring him in closer. after a minute, you decide to pull away, already missing the feeling of his tongue and lips. “you know what, baby, i’ve been thinking..”

“yeah?” you ask as his hands go down to your jean button, undoing it as he goes to your panties, guiding his fingers inside. you bite your lips at the new, wonderful feeling - but you wanting something more. craving even.

“i think it’s time you get rid of that v-card.”

it’s almost as if he read your mind. you wanted to experience your first time with the right person, and without a doubt - jeonghan was the person you wanted to lose your virginity to. it was hard to find the right time, but now the perfect opportunity fell into your lap.

you grab his hand to stop him for a second, making sure his focus was completely on you.

“if we go through with this, you know there’s no turning back right?” you tell him.

“i only want this if you want it. so, do you?”

“i want it, han. i want you so bad,” you whimper as you pull him back in for a kiss, more heated and intense than earlier.

“c’mon, let’s go upstairs,” you say, walking hand in hand with him to your room.

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[02:15 a.m.]

this was even better than you imagined.

“i’ve waited such a long time for this, the perfect time for me to ruin you.. you might not last long tonight baby,” he laughs as he pins you down to the bed, taking off and tossing your clothes, now scattered across the floor.

“i can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin, hearing you moan out my name like that’s the only thing you know.”

you start to take off his clothes, but before you can take off his jeans- he grabs your hand. “and what do you think you’re doing?”

“you’re taking too long.. i’m trying to feel you inside me, and you keep talking..”

“so desperate for it aren’t you? well, if you want it so bad, you better start taking it,” he begins to undo his jeans himself and takes off his boxers, aligning himself to where your entrance is.

you thought you were ready, but you still weren’t prepared for the initial feeling of him inside of you.

“ahhhh, h-h-han, f-fuck…”

“this is why you need to be patient, sweetheart. but don’t worry, you’ll learn plenty of that tonight - cause i’m going to take my time with you. i hope you’re ready.”

-kenny

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Genre: ♡ Fluff | ♤ Angst | ♞ Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Unrequited/requited love, if there's anything else please let me know.

Pairing: AU Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nothing hurts more than falling in love with your best friend.

Words: 6,979

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"Congratulations class of 2022!!!!" our principal yells into the mic and we all cheer as we throw our hats into the air with big smiles on our faces.

I catch my hat, wanting to keep it for memories. "Ouff," I groan when the air gets knocked out of me by the Russian blonde that slams into me. "You're free Y/n!!!!" Yelena yells into my ears as I wrap my arms around her waist and spin her around.

"I'm sorry that you have one more year left," I tell her and she groans in response slapping my arm as she untangles herself from me. The next arm around me is from the redhead Russian, "Congratulations Nat," I whisper to her ear as she does the same with me.

We go around hugging and congratulating each other and my heart skips a beat when I walk up to Wanda last. I watch as she walks cautiously towards me and I take her hand pulling her to me softly. I wrap my arms around her neck, "congratulations Wands, you made it."

She pulls back smiling softly and meets my eyes with her green ones, "we made it."

An arm wraps around my shoulders and Wanda's, "so party time right?" Sam says excitedly as he pulls Wanda and me away from each other and wedges himself between us. I shake my head at his antics, "Yup, party at my place! Remember that we're celebrating Y/n's birthday today more than the fact that our hard work in college is over," Tony says sarcastically making me roll my eyes.

"You're so annoying," I groan before pushing Tony's head away and untangling myself from Sam's arm.

"Ahhh, I can't wait," Yelena squeals and hooks an arm around mine. "Don't be too excited, you and Kate are being cut off of alcohol before anybody else," Natasha warns her little sister who looks offended.

"Um excuse me, I'm russian. I can outdrink Sam and Steve combined," Yelena says in defence making me laugh at Sam's offended look. "You're excused Yelena," Natasha simply replies making the younger sister scoff.

"Cyka," Yelena mutters under her breath making me shake my head before leading us both to my car.

...

I step into Tony's apartment balcony to get some air and watch the city at night. I'll miss this, I'll miss this city. I wasn't much of a city person, to begin with, but I fell in love with NYU that I bit the bullet and moved states away from my family. Now I'm about to move out of a city that I grew to love in the last few years.

Only a year and a half ago I couldn't even imagine my life not being in New York City, surrounded by everything and everyone I love. Now here I am, getting ready to move away from a place I truly call home. 

I sigh before taking a swig of the whiskey on ice I've been walking around with.

I turn to the sound of the sliding doors opening and closing to find Tony stepping out to the balcony, "can I join you?" he asks which I answer with a smile and a nod before looking back at the view.

"Are you ready?" Tony asks and I don't need any clarification of what he's talking about.

"Not really, but I'm kinda looking forward to it. Something new, something to distract me with."

"You already know how I feel about it. As much as I think this opportunity is amazing and once in a lifetime, I think you're taking it for the wrong reasons. You're accepting the job because you want to run away, run away from certain people, run away from certain feelings. Do you really think that's going to help?" Tony asks softly and I feel his gaze burn a hole on the side of my face but I don't dare to look back at him.

"I would hope so. Only one way to find out," I shrug before sighing. "Their relationship seems to be blossoming into something more serious and I'm not going to ruin that for her. She's happy and it may not be with me but I'm happy for her. If anyone deserves to be happy out of all of us, it's her and she finally is. I can hurt a little bit more for her, that's how much I love her," I confess tearfully into the dark night. The wind carrying my words to the moon and stars that absolutely know more of my secrets than anybody else.

Tony wraps an arm around my shoulders, giving me a side hug. "Have you told anyone else?" I shake my head at his question.

"Y/n! Are you out of your mind? You're leaving in a week and you haven't told anyone else?" Tony asks scolding me with a slap to my shoulder.

"You weren't supposed to know yet either, except you were snooping around," I say with an eye roll that gets me a scoff. "Well I'm happy I did, at least I got two weeks to mentally prepare myself for your departure."

I don't answer and Tony sighs before continuing, "You might not even make it to your flight because Natasha will kill you for telling her so last minute."

"I'm just not ready yet. It's a week away and my flight is booked but yet it feels like it's not even real and I guess I'm delaying telling my friends who are my family because the moment I do it'll actually become real. That I'm actually leaving. If everyone is sad around me then I'll have more time to be sad and potentially back out of my decision. So telling everyone last minute and dip quickly after is the only choice I can think about."

"You're brains and looks are top-notch, yet your logic on this case is so fucked up," Tony says groaning making me laugh before downing my whiskey.

"You're going to tell her last?" Tony asks and I bite my lip nervously before nodding. "You're going to break her, Y/n," Tony warns and I look back inside seeing Wanda laugh loudly at something Sam tells her. "I think she'll be okay Tony," I tell him as we both watch our friends have a good time.

...

I open my eyes the next morning with a sigh as I stare up at the ceiling. After talking to Tony last night we both joined the others and tried to enjoy the party as much as I can, treasuring my last get-together with everyone for a while. Eventually, the party started to die down in the early hours of this morning and most of everyone slept at Tony's being that everyone drank a good amount of alcohol. I think Wanda left with Vision, I'm not sure, one minute I saw her and the next they were gone. I heard they were eager to leave, probably continue their own party at home.

I groan at the thought and run my hands down my face to shake the images out of my head. It's Saturday today and I leave this coming Friday meaning, I need to pack all my shit and get my shit together before I fly out to face the world alone.

I've been an intern for a very well-known company for a year and lucky for me they ended up offering me an impressive intermediate position, being a leader to a small number of a team. The downside is that the position is in their Seattle headquarters which is about 5 hrs away from New York by a plane ride. It's across the country and I can't believe I actually took the position.

I have a week before I leave my life behind, a week to tell all my friends the news. I grab the pillow beside my head and cover my face with it before yelling as loud as I can against the cushion to take all of my frustrations out.

I think I'm going to tell Yelena and Natasha first today before anyone else. Maybe I'll cook them our favourite dinner dish, crack a bottle of red wine, and lay it out slowly. I'm fucked, Tony's right, they're going to kill me.

...

Hours later I'm in my kitchen cooking a pasta dish that both the russian sisters and I absolutely love. Those two are like my sisters and if I let myself think too long about the fact that I won't have them so close to me, I might actually have a mental breakdown. I asked the two to come by tonight for a needed girl's night and they were both suspicious as to why I only invited them two but they didn't press too much, thank god.

I hear the front door open and I smile at Yelena's booming voice, "your favourite human has arrived." I laugh at the 'ow' that followed right after, knowing Natasha hit her at the back of the head.

"Hello hello sestry, the table is ready. Come sit, both of you," I tell them and I turn around just in time to see both of them giving each other a confused look.

"What's up with you?" Natasha asks skeptically before taking a seat across Yelena who looks up at me just as skeptical.

"What? I'm not allowed to call y'all, my sisters? Wow, I thought the feeling was mutual," I tease lightly as I pour wine into their glasses which only seemed to confuse them more.

"No, no, you absolutely can but something seems off here," Yelena backs Natasha up which makes me frown, "what are you? A russian spy? I'm just trying to enjoy a lovely dinner with my sisters, is that a crime?"

"I guess not ..." Natasha mutters before I sit beside her and we all dig into our food.

The conversation flows after a few minutes and soon after that little weird tension we were laughing and reminiscing about old stories.

"So, are you ever going to tell a certain someone how you feel?" Yelena sneakily asks before taking a sip of her red wine. "Well, I never thought I'd ever admit to Sam that I actually love his sense of humour but I guess I will now," I respond back which earns a glare from the sisters making me sigh in defeat.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that? Wanda is happy. She and Vision seem to be working on a pretty serious relationship and I'm not going to ruin that for her," I explain before throwing a piece of bread into my mouth.

"You're an idiot," Natasha points out and I nod agreeing with her with a dry chuckle, "you're not wrong."

"And you're going to tell me that I'm stupid in a minute," I continue before anyone could throw a remark.

"There it is, she's about to tell us something stupid she did and this entire dinner to bond with her sisters was just a way to lessen the blow. I knew it!" Yelena throws the accusation across the table as if she solved a murder mystery.

I get up from the table and walk to the counter grabbing a folded piece of paper. I close my eyes taking a deep breath before walking to sit back beside Natasha who narrows her eyes at the piece of paper in my hands.

I hesitate for a second before I hand her my official welcome letter to the company I'm working for. She takes it cautiously and unfolds the paper looking almost terrified at what she might find. I watch her eyes read the words on the paper and I flinch when I hear her gasp and I bite my inner cheek as I watch the tears pool at the rim of her eyes.

"What the hell is in that paper?" Yelena asks cautiously but before I can even acknowledge her Natasha flicks her tearful eyes at me in disbelief. I hear Yelena's chair scrape on the floor before snatching the paper out of Natasha's hand. I watch her frantically read the contents of the paper and she shakes her head in disbelief.

"You're lying. This is a joke. Tell me this is a joke Y/n!" Yelena yells looking at me with angry tears.

"I'm sorry," I say just above a whisper while finally letting myself let go of all the tears I've been holding in. Yelena scoffs before throwing the letter on the counter as she paces the room stressfully. I look back at Natasha who's still staring at me, not bothering with the tears rolling freely down her face.

"Don't get me wrong Y/n, I'm happy for you. That job, that position, that pay, that's an amazing offer, especially for someone who just graduated and I'm so happy and proud of you for earning it. But fuck, Seattle? That's a 5-hour plane ride from here! How the hell am I going to see you? Are we even going to see you? And you leave in 5 days? Are you serious right now?" Natasha groans, obviously conflicted with her feelings as I am with mine.

"I need some air," Yelena mutters before exiting and stepping out on my balcony.

"Who knows?" Natasha asks. "Only Tony and before you say anything, he found out because he was snooping." Natasha rolls at the revelation, "typical Tony," she mutters making both of us chuckle. See? I guess it wasn't too bad. This could have gone much worse.

...

I scratch my eyebrow exhaling loudly trying to control the building anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I drop another folded shirt into my suitcase before swallowing and trying to control my breathing. It's Wednesday night and I'm home trying to pack my whole entire life into just 2 medium-sized suitcases.

I thought to keep my apartment here in NYC and while I'm gone, Yelena will be moving in to sublease as she finishes her schooling. Therefore, I don't have to move furniture or anything major, just most of my clothes into these suitcases and probably live minimalistic for however long I need to. Also, at least I'd have an apartment to come back to if I ever move back or visit the city.

Everyone in our circle of friends knows of my relocation except for one person, well two, if I'm counting Vision but Vision is kind of a part of the friend group but kinda not at the same time. His presence is just ... weird ... in the best way possible and I'm not sure how to explain it. Wanda doesn't know about it and I'm honestly just procrastinating telling her because I have no idea how to tell her.

We haven't spoken properly since her birthday, we spoke during our graduation but not really at the same time. Tony insisted on having a going away party this Friday and I tried declining but when his mind is made up, it's made up. There was supposed to be the last send-off party for everyone this weekend but they decided to cancel that and move the party to Friday before my flight. Wanda and Vision think that the last send-off party for our graduated asses was simply being rescheduled to Friday, they have no idea of the true reasoning and so they aren't suspicious about it.

I am planning on talking to Wanda Friday morning before the party because I don't want her to be dumbfounded walking through the doors. She'll be mad that I'm telling her at the very last minute but I don't think I can tell her any earlier because if I do and she asks me to stay, I would stay.

I sigh, plopping myself down on the bed beside my open overflowing suitcase and I stare at the ceiling biting my lips to stop my lips from quivering.

This is the right choice, right? I mean, there's no other way to move on if I stay close to Wanda.

...

I roll over on my bed and face the window that gives me a full view of the crack of dawn over New York City, a view I'll surely miss. Today's the day. I leave today. I haven't spoken to anyone since Wednesday morning and no one has reached out to me either and I think that's because no one knows what to say. Everyone is dealing with this change in their own little world, which I don't blame them for, I don't think I've fully accepted it either.

I feel as if my body is on autopilot and I've numbed myself and I knew that the moment I get on that plane, I'm going to break. The walls I've been holding these last few weeks are slowly going to crumble down but for now, I can't show anyone how this change is truly breaking me apart.

The party is at 3 pm and my flight is at 7 pm which means I have to be at the airport by 6 pm which also means that I have to leave the party at around 5:30 pm to get there on time. Two and a half hours at the party seems like enough time for all the goodbyes.

I sigh watching the sun come up as I curl further into my blanket, not wanting to leave the warmth of my bed just yet. I'm going to go see Wanda at around 11 am in hopes that it's enough time to get everything out before I leave. I thought about telling her how I truly feel about her but that would just be dumb and incredibly selfish of me. She's happy. She might not be happy with me but she's happy and content in her relationship and that's all I've ever wanted for her.

I know Vision enough to know that he treats her how she deserves to be treated. I know that he'll do everything he can to make sure she is happy and well taken care of and with that knowledge, I feel comfortable enough to leave.

Yelena and Kate insisted to come with me when I do go see Wanda, no idea why, but I agreed knowing how much I'll need their emotional support.

My eyes flicker to the dark green tiny velvet box that's sitting on my bedside table, biting my lips as I stare at it forcing myself to stop the tears from forming.

Papa Olek and mama Iryna sat me one summer and told me they knew of my feelings for their daughter, Wanda. Funny thing was, I haven't even come to that realization yet so I tried to deny their assumption but they explained to me how they see the love that I have just by how I look at Wanda. They explained that it's the way papa Olek looked at mama Iryna and vice versa.

They gave me the engagement ring that papa Olek had given mama Iryna when he proposed saying they know that Wanda and I will be a forever thing. I asked them what if I wasn't the one? They simply brushed the idea off but when I pressed the possibility of me not being the one Wanda chooses, they told me that they trust my approval for whoever might end up with Wanda and to make sure to pass the ring along, only if I was 110% sure of it.

Then the next summer they passed away from a terrible accident and I vowed to keep Wanda forever safe. Pietro knows of the ring and what mama and papa had told me. He sometimes comes over to look at it when he misses his parents but Wanda has zero clue about it. She looked for the ring after their passing but soon gave up when she couldn't find it anywhere, utterly disappointed.

And now I look at it with a heavy chest, "I might not be the one mama and papa," I whisper out with a sob as I bury my face into the pillow finally letting a few tears out.

"Shhh," Natasha whispers from behind me as she wraps her arms around my waist pulling me closer while I feel the bed dip in front of me. "We got you," I hear Yelena say softly before wrapping her arms around me. My russian sisters sandwiched me in a tight hug while I let out the emotions I've been holding onto for the last few weeks. I guess I can't hold it in long enough to get to the airport first.

I grab onto Yelena's arm, sobbing into her chest, my whole body shaking as I let my heart cry out.

...

Third Person POV

Y/n takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly to calm her nerves, she quickly knocks firmly on the door before she had a second to doubt her decision. Not even a second later the woman who's been messing with her heart opens the door, surprised with Y/n's unannounced visit.

"Y/n?" Wanda asks confused but steps aside to let her in. "Hi," Y/n says quietly as she passes the brunette.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda asks after closing the door and making her way to the kitchen. "Did you want some water? coffee?" the brunette asks and Y/n shakes her head, "No thank you."

"Do you have time to talk?" Y/n asks quietly and her tone catches Wanda's full attention, turning around forgetting her current task. "Yeah, I do. Actually, I wanted to talk to you too."

"Oh? What's up?" Y/n says as she fiddles with her rings nervously.

"Um," Wanda visibly swallows. "I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now and I just, I couldn't because I didn't want it to ruin our friendship."

"Wanda, what is it?" Y/n asks, her voice now sounding worried. "Vis and I had a talk. We had a talk about you. A few conversations about you actually," Wanda starts making Y/n feel uneasy.

"Well first of all, we broke up. We broke up because he was right."

"He was right about what? Wanda just tell me you're scaring me," Y/n pleads as she already feels herself start thinking about how she'll confront Vision for breaking Wanda's heart.

"He's right when he said that I was in love with you," Wanda drops and Y/n felt as if time just froze her in place. Did she hear that correctly?

"What?" Y/n asks after a few seconds and Wanda chews at her lip before repeating her words, sounding firmer this time. "Y/n," they lock eyes together with emotions swirling in them, "I'm desperately and utterly in love with you. I have been for years."

Y/n suddenly forgot how to breathe, she stood there for a moment, all she could do was stare. Was what she heard right? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? Worse, is this some kind of sick joke? A big dream that she'll think waking up would be her biggest nightmare?

After what felt like hours, but in reality just a minute, the true meaning of Wanda's words finally started sinking into her and her body almost felt weak at the realization. She blinks her thoughts away to see that Wanda was still there, standing in front of her with a terrified, but slightly hopeful look in her eyes.

Y/n, where the hell is your tongue? Speak woman!

Y/n blinks a couple more times before opening her mouth, "I love you too."

Within an instant, Wanda closes the space between the two and smashes her lips against Y/n's pink plump ones. Y/n stood there shocked but quickly reciprocates before her mind finally catches up to reality. She slightly pushes Wanda away from her, "Wands stop."

"What? I thought -" Wanda starts but Y/n cuts her off quickly. "I know. And I do, I just, I have something to tell you first." Wanda's eyebrows furrow at her words before encouraging her to continue, "okay what is it?"

"I got offered a job, at my internship."

Wanda's eyes widen in excitement and if it was on any other day, Y/n would melt to mush at the sight but at this moment she only felt her heart break even more. "Really? Is it the position you've been working hard to reach?"

Y/n nods and Wanda lets out a squeal in excitement. "That's amazing! I'm so proud of you!" the brunette steps forward to give her a hug but Y/n puts her hand up. "The job is in Seattle."

Wanda's smile immediately dropped and she swallows the bile that threatened to come up, feeling sick at the thought of Y/n leaving to go across the country. Seattle? No way. It seemed like her voice was refusing to speak, refusing to ask the question that she almost doesn't want to ask.

"What are you going to do?" Wanda whispers as she blinks the tears trying to pool at the brim of her eyes.

"Wanda ..." Y/n starts and Wanda's green eyes snap up at hers at the cautious tone she used. Y/n almost cringes at the sight of the brunette's eyes widen slightly as she puts it together, "you took the job."

"I can't turn it down," Y/n tells her firmly. "You know I've been working hard for this position for the last two years. I can't turn it down."

"Fine. I'll go with you," Wanda says confidently. She didn't even have to think about it, she can't see herself anywhere that Y/n isn't. She'd relocate across the world if that means she finally gets to be with Y/n.

"Wanda no," Y/n shakes her head. "I can't ask you to do that, absolutely not."

The brunette takes a step closer, "you're not asking." Y/n continues to shake her head and takes a step back, "no. Your life is here."

"Y/n, I want to be where you are," Wanda says firmly. "I want to be with you."

"Wanda, I don't want you to go." Wanda's eyebrows furrow as she takes a couple of steps back, slightly confusing Y/n. "Oh," she whispers as her shoulders deflate.

Wanda starts pacing around as her mood changes faster than a blink of an eye. Now, she was angry. How can Y/n tell her she loves her back and kiss her back and then tell her that she's leaving her? What the hell is that? This has to be some sick sick sick joke. Maybe even a bet because what the hell?

Y/n watches her, swallowing the lump in her throat that's pushing its way out. She hasn't even had the time to actually process the fact that the woman she's been pining over, she's been in love with, she's been trying to move on from, actually reciprocated the same feelings this whole entire time. Everything was blurring and it was making Y/n's mind cloudy.

Suddenly Wanda stops abruptly facing her with her eyebrows furrowed, "you said you loved me."

"And I do," Y/n tells her without skipping a beat but something in her eyes flickered that didn't go unnoticed by the brunette. "But, you're going to leave me?" Wanda presses and Y/n sighs in return.

"You know, everyone kept saying that we've been walking around each other, playing the safe hurtful game. That we were both the reasons why nothing ever happened between us. But this time, it's me. I'm the reason why this isn't going to work out."

"I just don't get it. Make it make sense Y/n," Wanda desperately says. "I tell you I'm in love with you and you tell me you love me and I'm standing here telling you that I want to be with you but here you are choosing to leave me," the brunette's voice slightly gets louder as her anger becomes more prominent.

"Wanda. This is important to me. I've worked hard the last two years of uni for this, you were there while I did so you must know how much I want this. How much I need this," Y/n tells the brunette firmly.

"Then fucking take me! Take me with you! I said I want to go."

"No. I already said no. I don't want you to go. And plus, I'm barely going to be home as it is. The position is demanding, relationships are demanding, and I don't even know how much time I'll have in my hands for free time. I can't do both." Wanda scoffs as she shakes her head.

"So you're saying I'm going to be a distraction?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying! Stop putting words in my mouth," Y/n seethes. Why can't Wanda understand her? "What I'm saying is I don't want you to go. Your life is here and I am not going to have you drop it all for me. So no Wanda. You can not come and that's the end of that conversation."

"It's not that you can't do both. It's that you don't want to. Hell, you aren't even willing to try!"

Y/n just stared at her. How can Wanda think that? Y/n is doing this for her, to be better, to be enough for her. How can she say that she isn't willing to try when Y/n has been drowning and kicking herself for the last few years to make sure she was enough?

The silence that followed was deafening and it finally truly dawned on the two their current reality. The exchange between the two was like watching an intense game of tennis, going off of pure adrenaline to even realize what actually was happening. And now that they finally got a moment of silence the adrenaline slowly died down and sadness started seeping in. Sadness that they both feel will end up drowning them.

Wanda is now truly understanding that Y/n was leaving. She can see it in Y/n's eyes that her decision was made up, this wasn't something she just decided on this morning. This has been in the works and she can feel herself getting angry at the fact that she's only finding out now. But then her anger soon turns into darkness, sadness, and loneliness, at the thought that her Y/n is leaving her. She's going on with her life without Y/n and she can't have that. She can't live without Y/n in her life, without her being a few blocks down, without the choice of just calling her up to go meet up for lunch in the city.

As for Y/n, her mind reminded her that Wanda had just confessed her feelings. The same feelings that she has had for the brunette for years now. She didn't come here with the intention of coming clean with her feelings, she believed that Wanda never looked at her like that. No matter how many times their friends told her that Wanda reciprocated her feelings, she believed that there was never a slight chance. How could she when Wanda made sure to always say how straight she was and how in love she was with Vision?

Y/n's decision to accept the position across the world was because she's been working for this for the last two years of uni but thinking Wanda will never like her back definitely pushed her further into that decision. On top of that, she also wanted to take it in hopes one day she can be enough for the brunette but here they were. The woman of her dreams finally told her what she's been wanting to hear and she's still choosing to leave because if she was ever to give them a try, she wants to make sure that she was enough and that she can provide.

"Y/n," Wanda whispers as tears start making their way to her eyes, "you can't just leave."

"I can. I have to," Y/n breathes out. "We can figure this all out," Wanda tries to reason with her, taking a step closer.

"There's nothing to figure out," Y/n shares but Wanda can see that there's more to it. "What is it?" Wanda asks shakily.

"I leave today."

Today? Y/n leaves today?

"You what?" Wanda exclaims heartbroken. She shakes her head, no way is this happening. This has to be a nightmare. This can not be happening. With Y/n just standing there with now tears in her own eyes Wanda continues, "we can make this work. We can find a way to make both of us work. This has to work Y/n."

"Wanda .." Y/n breathes out, scratching her eyebrows.

"How the hell can you just stand there and act like you don't care at all?" Wanda pushes, her irritation with the situation getting the best of her.

"I do care Wands," the nickname furthermore breaks the brunette's heart. "Then start acting like it!" Wanda shoots in complete frustration.

"I'm sorry," that's all Y/n can give because there's no turning back now. Wanda's defensive shoulders drop and she closes the gap between them once again, taking a hold of the back of Y/n's neck. "Please, please don't do this," Wanda whispers as she rests her forehead against Y/n's.

"I'm sorry," Y/n says again, letting a few tears roll down her cheeks. Wanda only shakes her head rapidly and presses her lips against Y/n's. Wanda let out a sob through the kiss, both their tears mixed together. Y/n takes hold of the back of Wanda's neck, pressing their lips together as hard as they can and allows herself to let out a sob as well. They relay their heavy emotions through the kiss knowing that this was it.

"I'm sorry," Y/n whispers against Wanda's lips before gripping the brunette's wrist, pulling them away from her as she steps back from the kiss.

"Y/n .. please," Wanda sobs out.

"I'll come back for you," Y/n whispers and with that, she turns around and walks out.

...

The clock strikes 5:45 pm and Y/n's phone blares its alarm for the third time tonight, reminding her of her flight. She glances at the door before facing her group of friends, "I can't wait any longer. I have to go."

Natasha sighs while everyone sends Y/n a sorrowful look. She doesn't need pity, not right now because she can not afford to have another breakdown today. She's had two already, third time can not happen before she gets into the plane.

Everyone walks Y/n to the door, bidding her a quick goodbye knowing that they're all pressed for time. "Natasha we know for a fact you'll get her to the airport on time, but please make sure she's in one piece," Sam jokes trying to lighten the mood but he only gets a hard glare from the redhead making everyone laugh.

"I'll be fine Sam," Y/n tells him before grabbing her purse since all of her suitcases were already in the car. "I love you all so much and thank you for this. I will text the group chat when I land. And please don't drink too much."

"I'm sorry not everyone made it here tonight," Tony says and Y/n waves her hand dismissingly. "It's fine. Maybe it's better this way," she tells him. She does not want to dwell on the fact that Wanda didn't make it on time for the party.

Natasha and Yelena usher Y/n out to the car, her two sisters wanting to be the one who drives her to the airport and no one dared to argue with them.

Y/n stares out the window, watching as she gets further and further from the place she called home.

... 

Yelena and Natasha walk into Tony's apartment and quickly scan the group who were all quietly sitting in front of the TV in the living room, watching Friends at a low volume, and it's apparent that no one was paying attention to the show. Everyone was distraught at their friends' departure, rightfully so as Y/n had always been the glue of the friend group. She was always accepting, welcoming, and forgiving, and she had the biggest and kindest heart.

Everyone felt like someone had cut off a limb from their bodies, now not knowing how to function properly again.

"She's still not here?" Yelena asks the group as she walks closer and Kate shakes her head making Yelena's anger towards the sokovian resurface. The blonde russian sits beside Kate while Natasha sits on her other side. It was evident that everyone was upset towards Wanda, Yelena and Natasha were a bit angrier as they're the most protective over Y/n.

Yelena is a fun person, she's light, and she's always joking. It's rare to truly piss her off but if you do, you better run for the hills. Natasha's scary when she's mad and everyone tries to stay within her good graces for the most part but Yelena's something else; and by the way her nose is flaring at the moment, it makes everyone want to reach for their phone to tell Wanda not to come if she wants to stay alive. Unfortunately, the window to save the sokovian from the russian wrath was shut closed when the said sokovian walks through the door mid-laugh with Vision.

"I thought this was supposed to be a party? Where's the music?" Wanda says after realizing how quiet the house was and Bucky's eyes flicker to Yelena, ready to stop the blonde from jumping on the brunette if it came to.

"Where have you been?" Steve asks timidly. If it wasn't Y/n trying to calm a situation, it was Steve as he had an old soul like his grandfather who fought in the war.

"Vis and I went to the movies but after that, we stopped by the arcade beside the cinema and kinda lost track of time," she explains while she and Vision walk closer to the group. Yes, they broke up, but Vision was the one she's been coming to for advice about her feelings regarding Y/n. "Why?"

After Y/n left her apartment this morning, she called Vision in hysterics and Vision just did what he can to distract Wanda throughout the day. The two of them completely lost track of time and it also didn't help that they didn't know what time Y/n was leaving. All Wanda knew was that Y/n's flight was going to be late tonight. 

"You're late," Sam comments with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothering to look up at them as he continues to stare at the coffee table. The man was one of Y/n's closest friends and was the next most protective over Y/n after the russian sisters, although the rest of the group would wanna argue against his claims which only further proves how much they all value Y/n.

"We weren't aware of the strict time frame, we're sorry," Vision sincerely says but his genuine tone doesn't stop Yelena from scoffing as a response that only confuses Wanda further.

"What's going on? And why are you upset with us being late? I don't see Y/n being here," Wanda's poor choice of words breaks the thin grip Yelena had on her patience.

The blonde jumps to her feet quickly ready to charge towards Wanda's direction but Natasha grips at her wrist keeping her in place, "are you fucking serious right now?" she seethes towards the sokovian.

Yelena looks down at Natasha, "is she fucking serious right now?" and then she looks around the group of people, "she can't be fucking serious."

"Why can't anyone just tell me what the hell is going on?" Wanda asks out loud, frustration clear in her voice. Why is everyone mad at her? To Wanda's mind, Y/n hasn't even arrived at the party yet so why were they mad at her? 

"You don't get to be frustrated right now. You don't get to be mad. You don't get to be anything! And you know what? Maybe it's better you don't know because if you did, you'd probably make this a lot more harder and painful like you always do."

"Excuse me?" Wanda tilts her head, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" What are they on about? 

"Yelena let's calm down," Steve offers as he gets up to stand in front of Yelena to block her view of the sokovian but Natasha steps in between them facing the man. "I'd back away if I were you, Steve."

Natasha has her own words to spew toward the brunette but she was better than her sister at keeping them down. "Natasha, let's not escalate this. Y/n wouldn't want that and you know that."

"What does what Y/n want have to do with this?" Vision cluelessly asks. "I'd shut up if I were you Vision," Clint comments.

"Okay okay, why don't we all just have a breather. It's late, it's been a long day, let's all take a deep breath and maybe take a sip of water?" Kate says as her eyes bounce to every person in the room as she awkwardly shuffles around in front of the tv.

"Where's Y/n?" Wanda asks quietly.

"And now you want to know?" Yelena says with sarcasm and chuckles humourlessly. "Vision collect your girlfriend and take her home before I say something I'll regret," Natasha says stepping away from Steve to look at Wanda finally. The redhead obviously knows that they've broken up, but she was far too upset at this current moment to care.

"Where's Y/n, Natasha?" Wanda asks louder, ignoring all the other comments being thrown at her. Her stomach was twisting, an awful feeling about what the reason for their anger towards her was. No way. No way did she miss Y/n. No way did she not say goodbye to Wanda. 

She couldn't have left already, it's still early. Wanda's heart was beating hard against her that she was afraid it'd jump out. 

"Um, water anyone? How about a walk?" Kate's comment falls on deaf ears.

"She's gone and she left because of you." 

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From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:

"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"

Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites. 

The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!

- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories. - Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict.  - Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not. - I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters. - I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no. 

Long fics

a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡

Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending. 

This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic. 

there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.

The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet. 

heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡

The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.

Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡

Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will. 

The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡

A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡

- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)

One-shots and short stories

Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.

Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.

102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes. 

sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers. 

kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings. 

will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.

The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?

neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it. 

Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.

I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not. 

Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗

You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.

Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised. 

Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute. 

you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable. 

you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it. 

okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay. 

can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it. 

even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.

clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!

I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡

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Bloodlust /// Sanemi x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: A naive demon is waylaid by the Wind Hashira.

A/N: Might fuck around and get back into KNY…Sanemi is one mean bastard, and I’m here for it. Be warned—this is pretty brutal (not by canon standards, but still). ngl I’ve missed writing stuff like this 🥺

Tags/warnings: sadomasochism, noncon, hatefucking!!!! is def the best way to describe what happens in this fic, threats, violence, demon reader & demon things, primal, degradation, outdoor sex, bloodplay & marechi kink stuff, yandere? obsessive fixation ig, some creative liberties have been taken with canon

You’d almost forgotten what it feels like to be weak.

Strength came with the territory when you were turned into a demon, along with the hunger: all-encompassing, oppressive, like you’re starving every second you’re not eating. Apparently you’re better able to control your hunger than other demons, not that you’ve met many—none, actually, other than the one who turned you. He was the one who told you to exercise control, who told you that you’ve done well to stealthily pick off prey that wouldn’t be missed instead of attracting attention. He was the one who told you about demon slayers.

You almost laughed at the idea at the time. A group of humans who tried to resist demons? Tried to kill them? How? Every human you’ve encountered since you were turned—hunters, mostly, men who’d wandered into the woods looking for something to eat—has been pathetically weak against you. Life as a demon is simple. As long as you stay in the shadows and avoid the sun, you have nothing to fear.

Sometimes you daydream about making your way to a village and gorging yourself, but you don’t mind the hunger so much. You can get by on scraps. And besides, the demon who turned you warned you not to go overboard. He said to stay away from the humans’ notice—not that the threat of some human calling themselves a “demon slayer” bothered you. You know how strong you are; you can feel it in your blood, your muscles, your bones. You don’t understand how a flesh-and-blood human could threaten that.

You don’t understand…until you meet him. The Wind Hashira. You should’ve listened to the warnings about demon slayers.

Bitter.

It tastes bitter, and you try to ground yourself on that taste, the sharp, bitter-wet flavor of the grass and dew and earth because the slayer is shoving your face into the dirt and the copper from where you’re biting into your lip and holding back the sound of your voice. Not that he cares, probably. But you don’t think you could take hearing yourself moan for a human while he carves the shape of his cock into your pussy.

How did you…get here? Facedown, barely holding yourself up on your elbows, chest and stomach shoved into the grass with your back arched up and your kimono ridden above your hips… Fuck, you can barely remember the fight, his ability, him wrestling you into the earth and shoving his weight down on you and bringing his blade to his own arm and—

—his blood, so rich and thick and sweet that even recalling the smell of it sends a wave of heat through you and you whine under your breath. The hunger overtakes everything else you’re feeling, but only for a second before with a twitch of his hand the Hashira brings the edge of his sword to the tender skin of your throat. “Ah-ah,” he rasps out a laugh even though his voice is heavy and strained. “What was that? Are you starting to like it?”

“K-Kill you, I’ll—kill you,” you snarl, but you and him both know the threat is empty. You tried. And you failed.

“Fucking demon whore,” he spits, and the blade slips just enough to draw a hair-thin line of red across your neck, earning a yelp from you even though you don’t dare move any more for fear of letting it cut you deeper. When you go still, he grunts and you can hear him shifting position in the grass, angling your hips up so his cock can sink in again. “Asking for it…fuck…”

“I wasn’t—nngh—ah, ahhh, s-stop—you can’t—” Your words are coming out in babbles, barely intelligible but it’s his fault. He’s pushing up at your womb, pulling out in short, quick thrusts and slamming his cock back into your cunt so hard and rough it’s like he’s knocking the breath out of your lungs. It hurts, ithurtsithurtsithurts, an ache deep in your core and accompanied with a heat and tension that you hate even more than you hate the pain, because it means he’s right. You—no, your body, your traitorous pathetic weak body that submitted to his so easily—it’s starting to like this.

“How’s it feel?” He’s mocking you, fisting his fingers in your hair and wrenching your head back so he can look you in the eye. “Does it hurt?…it hurts, right? Good.”

“—i-it doesn’t—“ You don’t even believe it yourself.

“Yes…it does. Guess even a demon bitch like you can’t take me that easily.” Somehow the slayer’s hips keep pumping deeper, pushing his fat cock through your walls and against the entrance to your womb until you’re certain your unnatural healing can’t keep up with the bruising in your cunt. Your fingers are scrabbling in the grass, digging clawed nails into the earth—the little nick on your throat has already knitted itself back up, but the tension in your pussy is a dozen—a hundred—times worse.

“—stop, let me go—“ Debased. Lower than an animal. You’d be begging if you thought he would listen.

“‘Stop’? How are you going to...ungh, make me stop? Want to try to fight me off again?” He pulls out (you hate the way your cunt feels when he does, hot and slick and empty) and his grip on the sword slackens, easing up enough to give you a scanty inch of movement. “Go ahead, give it a try.”

The slayer’s taunting you—just like you taunted him at the start of this, when you first challenged him, when you thought he was a human—and, and somehow he is, still human and yet just as much a monster as you are. More. You’ve been cruel, you’ve done evil things, but you did them to survive. Fuck, you shouldn’t—shouldn’t have taunted him, shouldn’t have boasted, should’ve stayed hidden in the dark. You didn’t know. He wasn’t supposed to be this strong.

Your muscles are shaking from exertion as you brace your hands against the ground, trying to push up against the weight of his body so you can right yourself, but it’s futile. Within a second (less than a second) of your attempt to move, one of his scarred hands slaps over your wrist and crushes it back into the dirt, grip so tight you swear you can almost feel your bones grinding underneath. You snarl, try to twist yourself away from him but the hilt of his sword slams down flat against your other hand so hard you feel a dull pang of surprise that nothing actually breaks.

“So weak…try that again and I’ll use the sharp end.” His chest is moving back on top of yours, and you recognize the silent rhythm of the movement.

He’s laughing at you.

Weak. You know it’s true. You thought you were so strong, but compared to this Hashira you’re nothing. Pure unadulterated defeat is written in every cell of your body, and whatever animal instinct you have left from your human life is telling you to roll over and accept that he’s the predator, and you’re nothing more than prey. But the mockery, the ease with which he holds you down, the goddamn fucking laughter sparks a fresh wave of hatred and you thrash and squirm underneath his body. “You’re dead, you—I’ll kill you, I’ll tear you apart, they’ll be picking bits of you out of this forest for weeks—“

The red haze over your vision is so heavy that you barely notice the blade tilting into position—not over your skin, but against his. You only register what he’s doing when the glint of sunlight on the blade reflects brilliant white, and you catch a scarlet line of blood beading against it. You pull back, eyes going wide, trying not to inhale but your lungs betray you and,

oh ohhh fuck it smells good smells so good you want it you want it so fucking bad you’re going to die if you can’t taste it you need it you need it you NEED IT.

Your muscles go slack. You’re salivating already, dizzy from hunger, so intensely focused on the smell of his blood that you can’t help your compliance as he pulls your hips up into place and slips his cock back into your pussy. Only when it starts to hurt again—a dull soreness now, because he’s slowed his pace to push his thick shaft into you inch by inch—do you feel that same prickle of hatred and disgust, but who cares who cares that you’re getting fucked because the smell of his blood is driving you out of your mind with need.

You no longer have the self-control to hold back your voice, and when the slayer hears the pathetic little mewl dripping out of your mouth from the sensation of him filling you up, he laughs again. But this time you don’t care, you just want him, want his body, his blood. Your jaw snaps open and shut on instinct and you whine, pleading, because you’re past the point of believing that you can beat him.

“You like that? Want to taste?” His voice is softer now, but the vein of mockery still runs clear through every syllable.

Your head jerks up and down desperately and then he draws his hips back and slaps his cock between your aching walls, pushing a huffed “uhhn!” out of your lips—but you don’t pull away. You can tolerate this, if it means getting to taste that blood dripping down his fingers, over the sword grip still held in his palm, just to be wasted on the grass. Out of your reach.

“So docile now…think I could get used to this,” the slayer sighs, adjusting the position of his thighs so he can thrust into you lazily and deeply. “F-Fuck, you’re—tight, you know that? All hot and sticky inside…”

“—let me have it, need it I need it, why—“ Your head is spinning, feels like you’re…what? The intoxication is hitting some note deep in the recesses of your memory, a past life you aren’t supposed to be able to recall. Bitter taste on your tongue, liquid pouring, fuzzy edges bordering your vision. Drunkenness.

“Little demon bitch,” he growls, tapping the blade lightly against your neck when you snap your teeth at him again. “Said you were going to kill me, yeah? But now you’re moaning like a whore…”

You try to muster a denial, but you can’t.

The slayer’s other hand twists underneath the two of you to press up on your lower belly, pushing into the place where his cock is nudging up against your womb. You keen at the pressure, the slow friction against that little patch in your cunt that makes you slicker every time his cockhead passes over it. “Feel how deep I am in your cunt…? I can—feel your pulse on my cock, fuck.”

You can feel it too, your heartbeat echoed in the twitches of your pussy around his skin, quick and fluttering from the drunken stupor his blood has forced you into. Every sense is heightened, and the weight of his hand pushing up on your belly just makes it worse…or better. You’re not sure.

He swallows, and with his body on top of yours you can feel his heavy breathing puffing out over the bared skin of your neck. “Can demons even cum? If you can get wet, then you can cum too, right? I bet I can…bet I can make you cum, you fucking whore. Wouldn’t that be nice…get you creaming on my cock, make you my little fuckpet…”

His hand slips down from your belly to rub roughly at your cunt, pushing into your skin to seek out the little button at the top—and the feeling of his hands on you like this, the sharp jolt of pleasure somehow sends a splinter of clarity through your delirium. “No,” you wail, hearing how wanton you sound and hating it. “I can’t I can’t, please, please don’t make me—“

“Quiet.” His thick forearm wraps around your neck, tightening against your windpipe and cutting off your voice. “Learn your place, demon—the only reason you’re alive is because you’re a nice wet hole for me to use. So when I tell you to cum—“

His pace picks up, hips knocking yours deeper, splitting you apart while he swirls his fingers around that sweet spot—and then the smell of copper gets thicker and he’s pushing his bloody hand against your mouth—

“—you cum.”

You’re not sure whether it’s your cunt or the taste of his blood smearing over your lips that does it, but as soon as he says the word you shatter like glass. The heat is brutal horrible delicious and so overwhelming you’re surprised you’re conscious through it—every hair is standing up on end and your body pulls tight like a bowstring, arching your backside into his hips so you can feel every inch of your cunt sucking around him.

It’s bliss—sickeningly sweet, burning like fire through you—without thinking, you eagerly lick the scarlet liquid off his hand and fuck somehow, somehow, it tastes even better than it smelled—feels like you could live off just the blood in your mouth but you want more, you’d die for it, you’d do anything, and your teeth are bared ready to puncture his skin deeper when—

Cold steel slides up under your jaw, almost nicking one of the veins pumping blood up to your hazy brain. “Keep—ahh, yesss…d-damn it—keep still,” the slayer rasps. “No teeth.”

He’s not finished.

Every muscle in your body aches for you to ignore him, but the knowledge of how easily he could separate your head from your body makes you obey, dragging your tongue over his still-bleeding cut instead of biting down. You can hear the noises of damp skin against skin issuing out from where your bodies meet, but you’re not sure whether it’s from you lapping at his fingers or his cock pressing in and out of your sopping-wet cunt. Probably both. Not that it matters.

The slayer’s head lowers—you know it by the angle of his cock inside your twitching pussy and the faint tickle of his hair brushing against the skin of your neck—and then you feel his teeth sinking into the side of your throat. They’re blunt, of course, as harmless as any human’s, but the primal dominance of the action sends a shudder through you.

“Not bad…looks like demons are good for something after all. I think I might just keep you,” the slayer laughs. His voice is too close—you want to flinch back, spit at him, bite—but you can’t. You’re helpless.

You’re weak.

[doctorgerth]

Well, sucks for me 😂 let’s try again 😂 nsfw with a female reader and number 4 (surprise visit) again with Sakazuki, Rob Lucci or Kaido? 🙈💖

a/n: ahhh, I’m sorry, I know the box openings were a bit hectic! I probably won’t do fcfs again for a while 🙈 I hope what I’ve provided for you makes it worth it tho!! not a whole lot of sex, but there is still some Lucci naughtiness ❤️‍🔥

prompt: BOX B - ⑷ Surprise visit

pairing: Lucci x F!Reader

warnings: nsfw | 18+ content | dirty talk | heavy kissing | hickeys | vaginal fingering

word count: ~550

You know it to be impossible to genuinely surprise Lucci. Still, you anticipate a savory reaction when he returns to his room, finding you on his bed in nothing but one of his spare shirts.

The wait for him to return is agonizing. You almost fall asleep twice as it is getting late into the night. Damn meetings. At times you are convinced Cipher Pol’s true intentions are to keep the two of you apart. Try as they might, nothing could possibly keep you away from him. And in the privacy of your home, tucked away into the safety of a shared embrace, he’s vowed to you the same thing.

You smile as you toy with the band on your finger. A year and some change old, but still fresh on the heart as it leaps with joy every time your eyes glance at the dainty ring. They said he’d never settle down; no existing heart to share with another. Proving them wrong is your guilty pleasure.

The jangling of the door knob brings you out of your thoughts and your heart beat is near deafening. The ache to see his face again, to touch him, taste him becomes overwhelming when he slowly opens the door to reveal his full frame.

He blinks at you once, twice. The deep crease between his brows softening, “(Name)?”

“It’s me, love.” You affirm sweetly.

Before you can blink, he swiftly closes the door and slams you back against the mattress. The warm weight of him revives a sense of intimacy you’ve longed for for months on end. His eager hands roam your figure, squeezing and groping you all over to ensure your presence. You can even feel the smile on his lips as he litters your skin with tender affections. A small one remaining as he stops to look down at you.

“Missed me?” You ask as you cup his cheek with a coy smile.

He is quick to wipe that smirk off your face with his sinful lips, tongue instantly diving deep to tangle with yours as he kisses you fervently. Losing himself against your lips until you’re begging for air. There’s a small string of saliva connecting the two of you when he pulls away, snapping when he mutters a low, “I’d be happy to show you how much.”

“You don’t want to tell me about the meeting first?” You giggle amidst gasps and moans as he parts your legs to slide between them, trailing kisses and settling against your hips.

“Your attire,” he begins, sneaking his hands underneath the shirt, grinning in approval when discovering you to be totally bare underneath, “or rather lack thereof, gives me the notion you’re not here to talk about insipid meetings.” He leans down to suck sharp kisses into the supple flesh of your thighs, hiking the shirt up teasingly as he locks eyes with you, tongue soothing over the blooming bruises. “Or have I miscalculated?”

“No sir.” You sigh in anticipation as his breath ghosts your throbbing cunt, making you clench around nothing right before his hungry eyes.

“Good girl.” He hums as a lithe finger pushes inside, “Now, let’s see how much my wife’s pretty little pussy has missed me.”

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Inside and Out (Din Djarin x Reader)

Request:  Hello!! I was wondering if I could request something? I was wondering if you could possibly do like a touch starved Din? I would so love it! Whenever you are able and inspired to write of course! ❤️ thank youuuu!

Requested By: @snow30285​

Word Count: 3,997

Warnings: Fluff!! Blood, mention of an injury, first-aid

A/N: I got a little carried away with this! I hope you all like it, and if you wanted to be added to a tag list just let me know. Also, my requests are open for Din Djarin and Boba Fett!

MASTERLIST

He caught himself staring at your form for the fourth time that day. Din quickly averted his eyes, cheeks flushing under his beskar helmet. You hadn’t noticed his gaze, thank the Maker, and continued on with your task. Grogu giggled at you hiding your face behind your hands, playing a game of peek-a-boo with you. 

“Where did mommy go?” You hid your smile behind your hands. Quickly dropping them from your face, you smiled at the small green child that erupted into a fit of giggles. “There she is!”

Din’s heart stuttered at the image of you playing with his child, Grogu waddling towards you before leaping into your lap. Grogu continued giggling, his tiny little hand reaching out to grab at yours. 

“AHHH, YOU GOT ME!” You dramatically cried out before falling to the ground, wrapping a secure arm around his body to ensure that he was safe. He carefully stood up on your belly, waddling his way to your face. His little hand rested on your cheek, and the soft smile you gave him made Din’s heart falter once more. You rested your larger hand on top of Grogu’s little one, holding it to your cheek. The tender moment shared between you and Din’s son was almost picturesque, it reminded him of the old oil paintings that displayed a mother and child in the palaces of the more richer planets Din visited. 

You turned your lips to place a small kiss on his little green hand. Din felt himself involuntarily reaching a hand out, wanting to join in on the tender moment between the two of you. Din imagined that he was the one cupping your cheek, his big hands instead of the small green ones of his son. He imagined how warm your cheek would be, how soft the fine peach fuzz of your cheek would feel against his palm. How your soft, pillowy lips would feel against his skin...

“Din?” Your voice is what pulled Din back to reality. You looked up at him with concern in your eyes, gaze flicking down to his still outstretched hand. “Are you okay?”

Din brought his hand back to his side, leather creaking as he closed his fist. “’M fine,” he mumbled, turning to head back to the cockpit. “It’s time to drop from hyperspace.”

Nodding your head at his retreating form, you looked back at the child that let out a small yawn. “Come on, little one. Let’s get you to bed.”

——

“I should only be gone for a few days, a week at most.” Din commented, grabbing various weapons from his armory. You stood off to the side, Grogu balanced on your hip while the two of you watched Din strap the pulse rifle to his back. You’ve watched Din prepare for a hunt what felt like hundreds of times, but it never got easier. The worry that laid deep in your chest never went away.

“Remember to close the ramp once I’m gone,” Din moved to the ramp, pressing a button on his vambrace to lower it. “And set up the safety perimeter. I recently just installed the new security system, so it should alert you to any nearby life forms. And-“

“And have a blaster nearby and communicuff on me at all times,” you interrupted his ramblings. He only talked this much when it had to do with either your or Grogu’s safety. “I know, Din.”

Din turned to you with a sigh, black visor meeting your gaze. He noticed that your bottom lip was already between your teeth, showing your worry. He wanted to reach out and glide his thumb over your lips, releasing your bottom one from your teeth. “I just want to make sure you are safe, Cyare.”

You smiled at his words, noting the strange nickname he gave you. He only ever used it when he was leaving. “I know, and we will be. Don’t worry about us, just focus on your hunt.”

Din felt himself reaching out to you, but he stopped his hand midway. “I always worry about you...” Din’s voice trailed off, and your heart thumped in your chest. “And Grogu,” he added, his face reddening under the beskar. Just talking to you made him flustered.

He turned back to the ramp and gazed out of its opening. He had tracked the bounty to some forested planet, you weren’t sure of its name. After you visited one forest planet, you’ve seen them all. You could see Din’s shoulders tighten under his beskar pauldrons, anxious and excited at the prospect of a new hunt. This was the part that you hated the most: him leaving you. Before he even took a step onto the ramp, your free hand was reaching out for him, gripping his arm around the elbow, one of the only places on his body free of beskar.

Din stopped in his tracks, and he felt like he was going to both pass out and have a heart attack at the same time. Your small hand couldn’t even reach around the thick muscles of his arm. Even though he was wearing thick layers, he could feel the warmth from your hand seeping through. His eyes dropped to your hand on him, and he couldn’t believe you were actually touching him. It wasn’t even skin-to-skin contact, but his heart was already in hyperdrive. This all happened in a single second, the span of a blink.

“Be safe.” Your voice was small, timid at this new interaction you were having with the Mandalorian. You had always thought him attractive, even though you had never seen an inch of his skin. You admired his strength and how great of a warrior he was. The silver beskar just proved how powerful he could be if he saw you as an enemy. What really attracted you to him wasn’t his strength or how great of a warrior he was, no, it was how soft and protective he was over Grogu. He always held him with great care, as if he would break with the tiniest movement. He spoke softly to the kid, afraid he would scare him with his louder voice. Watching him and his son interact is what really attracted you Din, like some primal instinct telling you to find the strongest and most caring partner you can. “Come back to me.”

“Always, Cyare.” Din’s heart fluttered at your soft spoken words. Before his heart could leap through his beskar-covered chest and into your arms, he turned away from you. Your hand slipped from its resting place on his arm and he immediately missed your touch and warmth. He could feel the longing he felt for you nestle its way in his chest, right near his heart. Before he could do or say anything stupid that would surely embarrass himself, he trudged down the ramp and began his hunt.

———

It had already been six days since Din had left for his hunt. Your mind kept drifting back to the feel of his hard muscles under your fingertips. How his voice was soft when he said the strange name of ‘Cyare,’ a name he only said when he left. You knew it was Mando’a, but no matter how many times you scanned the holo-pad’s built in dictionary, you couldn’t find a single word of the dying language. You resigned yourself to the fact that you may never know what he was calling you, unless you asked him. But that was never going to happen, your words always stumbled out of your mouth when you talked to him.

So you busied yourself around the Razor Crest whilst you waited for the return of your Mandalorian, trying to keep away the thoughts of how his hands would feel on your skin. You had cleaned nearly every surface in the old ship and even organized the wires under the dashboard. By the time you were done with your chores, the Crest was nearly spotless- there was always going to be that one stubborn blood stain near the carbonite chamber that you were never going to get out. Din had brought back a rather difficult quarry that day, and as soon as he started flinging crude insults at you, Din promptly reached for his viroblade. The cut he made was only superficial, you learned later, but the man still bled quite a bit before Din shoved him back into the chamber. You had immediately tried to clean up the pool of blood, but Din took the rag from your hand with a gentle “Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.”

Besides the one stain that refused to go away, the Crest was as good as new, or as new-looking that it was going to get. The rest of the day you spent playing with the kid, mind drifting back to thoughts of Din. You had just put Grogu down for a nap when the Crest’s new security system let out a loud beeping noise, alerting you that a life form was approaching the ship. Locking Grogu away in his pram-thankfully he was still asleep- you reached for the blaster that was resting atop the stack of crates. Running up to the cockpit, you noticed that a single dot was showing up on the ship’s new security system. You managed to stop the alarm from blaring before you made your way back to the hull. You were ready to protect yourself and Grogu from this intruder if necessary.

A loud banging noise sounded against the ship as the ramp started to descend. You gripped the blaster tight, switching the safety off. When you saw the silver glint of beskar, you sighed in relief, switching the safety back on before setting it off to the side. Din slowly made his way up the ramp, arm wrapped around his middle. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry, arms reaching out to Din once he was safely inside the hull.

“What happened?” You asked, reaching your arms out to catch Din when he stumbled. “Are you hurt?”

“Knife,” he grimaced as he lowered himself to the ground. His hand slowly fell away from his side, revealing his blood-soaked clothes. “Not deep.”

“Din!” You exclaimed in shock whilst dropping down to your knees. Your hands fluttered to his side, unsure of what to do. “I think you need to remove your beskar.”

“Do it,” he grunted, resting the helmet against the wall with a ‘ting.’ His hand moved to yours, dragging your hand to show you the release mechanism under his cuirass. Flicking the switch, the armor’s magnet released its hold on the beskar. Pushing it to the side, you grasped at the bottom of his tunic, trying to work the fabric up his torso so you could have access to the wound. You tried not to notice the small amount of dark hair leading down to his pants, or the beautiful color of his skin- a warm, sun-kissed tan. Your resolve failed when your eyes trailed over his abdomen, skin littered with scars over the lean muscle. Your fingertips lightly grazed his stomach and Din jerked back with a hiss.

“I’m sorry!” Your hands flew back from his stomach, afraid that you had hurt him in some way.

“No,” Din grunted while his head rolled to the side. “Didn’t hurt, it... felt good.”

You blinked at the Mandalorian currently bleeding all over your clean floors. Okay, he must be delusional. “Din, I don’t know if I’m the best person to do this. There has to be someone el-“

“No one else,” he mumbled, hand reaching for yours. “You can do it, Cyare.”

The familiar nickname is what grounded your rising panic. Making your way to the medicine cabinet, you grabbed the necessary kits and bacta so you could patch Din up. Kneeling at his side once again, you pulled back the remaining clothing to reveal the knife wound. He was right, it wasn’t that deep, but just like the quarry that Din had slashed at all those months ago, he bled quite a lot. You tried to remain as gentle as you could while you wiped a piece of cloth over the wound to soak up the blood. It took a few rags to thoroughly clean the wound, but you had finally gotten it to a manageable state.

“This might sting.” Grabbing the bottle of alcohol from your side, you tipped out the liquid onto a clean cloth. Your eyes flitted up to where his would be but was met with only the familiar visor. Din gave you a slow nod, telling you to ‘go ahead,’ and you placed the alcohol-soaked rag to his wound.

“Dank farrik!” Din yelped, jolting slightly upright in response to the stinging sensation that was radiating from his wound. You could just barely hear the grinding of his teeth from under his helmet, and you visually cringed at his pain.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized but continued to clean the wound. The knife must have been serrated because the wound was jagged. You laid your free hand on the expanse of his stomach, rubbing reassuring circles into the skin. Din hummed at the contact. Your soft fingers sent goosebumps racing over his flesh, thoroughly distracting him from the pain. He barely registered the soothing cool of bacta when you pressed it against his wound. Din was too distracted by your touch. It was the first time that he felt someone’s touch, skin-to-skin contact since he was a child, and he knew that he was already addicted. You were completely intoxicating and you didn’t even know.

“Done.” Pressing firmly against the newly applied bandage, you could feel Din’s eyes on yours.

“Don’t stop,” he couldn’t stop the words from slipping past his lips. You had pulled away your hands from his torso, and you quirked a brow up in response. “It-it feels g-good.”

“What, me torturing you with alcohol and bacta?” You joked and began to clean up the blood-soaked rags.Your right hand reached for the medpac that was laying next to Din but stopped when he grabbed your wrist. Din slowly pulled your hand to his stomach, resting your soft flesh over his scarred skin. He shivered at your touch and laid his hand over yours, keeping you there. His gloved thumb began to draw patterns on the back of your hand, sending a shiver of your own down your spine. “Din, what are you-”

“C-can I touch you, Cyare?” He interrupted with timid words. He was staring at your face, you could feel his gaze through the helmet. You sat there in shock, unable to comprehend that your hand was sprawled against his warm stomach and distracting you with the light graze of his thumb. “Please,” Din whispered when you didn’t respond to his earlier question. You felt yourself nodding your head in a dumb stupor, not believing that this was real and happening.

He picked his right hand up from yours that rested on his stomach, and moved to cup your face. Din stopped halfway between your bodies, hesitating for a moment, before bringing his other hand up to pull off his gloves. His right hand continued on its previous path, only stopping again when he was a centimeter away from your face. You could feel the tangible tension in the air, the nervousness shared by the both of you while you stared at one another. He just held his hand there for a moment, afraid to touch you and learn exactly how your cheek would feel against his skin. Bringing up your left hand, you placed it over his right one and pressed his palm to your cheek. His skin was rough from years of fighting, but incredibly warm and soothing. 

Din let out a shuddery breath when you took his hand and pressed it against your cheek. You were so soft, so warm against his palm. His thumb lightly brushed over your cheekbone out of curiosity. Eyelids fluttering shut at his touch, the pad of his thumb left sparks against your skin. Din’s heart nearly lept out of his chest when you turned your face into his palm, lips softly pressing into the meat of his hand. Your eyes opened and you looked up at him with such a soft look whilst you held his hand in yours, lips moving over his hand, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses. Right hand joining your left, you gently laid his hand in your lap, palm facing the ceiling. Your fingers traced over every vein in his hand, stopping at his wrist when you met his vambrace. Lifting his hand up to your lips, you placed a tender kiss to his pulse point. Your kisses left him breathless, every brush of your lips intoxicating.

As much as Din loved your soft touches, he wanted to caress you, feel your lips against his. He knew what he had to do in order to feel your lips against his, and the thought made him draw in a tight breath. “Cyare...” He tipped his head forward, leaning his forehead against yours. Your hands trailed to the nape of his neck, fingers worming their way under his thick cowl so that you could feel his hot skin. The beskar was cool against your forehead, a soothing sensation. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you.” There wasn’t any hesitation in your voice. Being this close to Din was addicting. You wanted to feel more of his skin against yours, have his warmth envelop you.

“Close your eyes, Cyar’ika,” Din whispered. You followed his orders, shutting your eyes tight. He waited a few moments before you felt him lean back, cool beskar no longer present on your skin. You heard the locking mechanism of his helmet release with a hiss and the sound sent your heart racing. Was he taking his helmet off?

Din couldn’t breathe. He tried to pull the much needed oxygen into his lungs, but it was like his diaphragm wasn’t working anymore. Seeing you, truly seeing you without the many filters of the helmet had knocked the wind out of him. You were utterly breathtaking. Din sat there, trying to commit every feature of your face to his memory. You were even more beautiful than he thought was possible. The soft planes of your face made him want to reach out, touch you again. So he did. He was more sure this time, taking your face in both of his hands. You inhaled sharply when he first touched you, not expecting the touch, but you quickly relaxed at his touch that was becoming more familiar with each brush of skin. Both of his thumbs skimmed the planes of your cheekbones, felt the thickness of your lashes when he ghosted over your eyes. It was like he was a blind man trying to see with his hands, creating a mental image from his sense of touch. 

Din continued to map out your face, slowly trailing his thumbs over your skin. He saved your lips for last, wanting to savor them. His thumb brushed over them, and he inhaled sharply when he felt how soft they were. Din desperately wanted to mold his own to yours. “Ca-can,” he stumbled over his words, mesmerized by your beauty. He swallowed down the lump in his throat before he continued. “Can I kiss you, Cyare?”

“Yes.” You hadn’t meant to sound so desperate, and you were sure he could feel how your face heated up at his words. His slow touches were driving you insane, but not as insane as the knowledge that he was a mere six inches away from you, helmet off. It would be so easy to just open your eyes to see him. “Please.”

Hearing the wanting-tone of your voice that matched his ever-growing need for your touch, Din leaned in. His slightly-chapped lips timidly pressed against your soft ones, and you let out a sigh at the feeling. It felt like someone had poured molten lava over you that seeped into the very cracks of your foundation. Timid and shy at first, his kiss became more confident as he slotted his lips against yours. You couldn’t help the way that your hands reached up for his face to pull him closer to you. His kiss made you realize that you had been cold and alone your entire life, and that he was a blazing fire that would warm you to your core. 

Din softly gasped at your actions, and he decided that if he were to die right then and there that he would be completely fine since he was already in heaven with you. He felt the way that your fingers mapped his face like how he mapped yours. When you carded your fingers through his unruly locks, tugging him even closer, he hummed in contentment. Din’s arms snaked around your waist and pulled you to his chest. Your legs draped on either side of his hips, kneeling in front of him. You tilted his head up to yours since you were slightly taller than him in this position, his arms squeezing you closer. Din slowly grazed his tongue over your bottom lip, and he moaned at the feeling of your tongue pressing against his. He explored your mouth, tongue tracing each tooth. Din saw stars behind his lids from kissing you. He had never kissed anyone before, but now he knew why others found it so intoxicating. The feel of your soft lips pressed against his was something he never wanted to forget. He burned this moment into his brain, desperately trying to remember the way your lips felt against his, the way your fingertips tangled in his hair, the warmth of your chest pressed against his.

When the need for air became too great, you both reluctantly pulled apart. You could already feel your lips starting to swell from the passionate kiss the two of you shared. Din’s lips never left your face, though, and he trailed kisses down your cheek and along your jaw. You couldn’t help how his name spilled from your lips when he kissed the juncture of your neck and jaw.

“You are so beautiful,” Din mumbled into your skin. Soft praises fell from his lips with each kiss against your skin. He loved the way you said his name, the way your grip on his hair tightened when he kissed your neck. His grip on you never lessened, hands bunching the material of your shirt in his hands. He never wanted this to end.

“You are too,” you sighed when his lips returned to yours. Din lightly shook his head in disagreement, making sure to not break the kiss. His self-deprecation made you pull yourself back. 

“You don’t even know what I look like.”

Leaning your forehead against his like before, you traced your fingers over his face. “I don’t need to.” You grazed your fingers over his eyelids, down his prominent nose, over his swollen lips. “I know you are beautiful both inside and out, Din Djarin.”

Din was thankful that your eyes were closed so that you couldn’t see the tears forming in his eyes. He placed a loving peck against your lips before he nuzzled his face in your neck. Din breathed in your scent, immediately finding that it both excited and calmed him down. His lips brushed over your jugular, placing a soft kiss there. “I never want to let you go, Cyar’ika.”

“Then don’t.”

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum,” he placed another kiss on your neck.

“You know,” you started, fingers slowly working out the tangles in his hair. “I never know what you’re saying when you speak Mando’a.”

“You’ll learn, Cyar’ika,” Din closed his eyes, content at the feeling of you playing with his hair. “You’ll learn.”

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Mando’a translations:

Cyare = beloved/loved

Cyar’ika = darling/sweetheart

Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum = I love you

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slenderman x Reader || Drabble

Plot: I don't really know how to tag this one XD You and Slender have a phone call conversation and its fluffy- just you and Slender giving off serious old married couple vibes effortlessly.

Warnings: Nope.

"This is stupid."

You roll your eyes, as you get comfortable in the corner of your couch, fixing a blanket over your knees. "You've said that before."

"I could be there with you, right now. I could even bring insipid sugar coated dough balls from Krispy Kreme. Or pizza. But instead we're having a conversation through airwaves using stupid devices that I never felt the need to a- possess in the first place, or b- learn to use." His voice is even more staticky through the receiver of your mobile- and whether that's because of the technology, or because he's irritated, you don't know. And you're picking your battles right now, so you don't ask the snippy giant.

"Oooh... donut holes... That sounds really good right now... " You mutter, closing your eyes for a moment. When you picture them like this, you can almost taste them.

Alas, you're a student and your bank account is basically dead. So there will be no insipid sugar coated dough balls for you.

"Yeah... they do, don't they? Allow the desire for calories, and adult acne, to seep into your mind... "

Your eyes snap open, as just the phantom feeling of pimples blooming across your forehead prickles over your skin- before you glare dubiously, at the phone. "Are you trying to convince me to let you come, or make me ban you?"

"Sometimes I don't know. Bitterness and the occasional monotone ditty is all I have to offer; Take it or leave it."

Tucking some hair behind your ear, you sigh. Then you smile, hugging a frayed maroon cushion to your chest, that in fact you stole from the mansion before you left for Harvard in the first place, 2 weeks ago. "... You also make really good lasagne; Mediocre pasta bake, but amazing lasagne. And I'll take it."

"Hm." He huffs, not-at-all bothered by your dig but not impressed, either. "And you can make neither, so who is on top here?"

"Hey- I'm a Harvard student! According to Rory Gilmore, I've won at life, you know!"

"Fine, you may be on top. Just let me come over there-"

Sighing deeply, you rest the back of your head onto the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling. "Noooooo! Its too easy... "

"Some may call that; A boon." Slender says, in that sarcastic-smug way he likes to talk and make others know that he's good with his words. That he's smart. "Thousands of couples throughout history would beg to differ, in fact. They'd consider you frustratingly unfair."

"Yeah, well, I want to know that our relationship can withstand time and space- is that so bad?"

He sighs, this time, through the phone. "I already know that it can."

Cautiously, you raise your head again, chewing on the inside of your lip. "... How so?"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have ever given you the time of day."

... okay, you blame yourself for that one. What did you expect? Something romantic? Pft! You'd be better off convincing Jeff to take a shower, then convince Slender onto a romantic date. Though, he does manage it on accident, with that forest atmosphere.

Ahhh... you miss him, a little...

"Ever the romantic, Slender." You tell him dryly, sarcasm bleeding through the airwaves and over land masses, oceans and time zones.

Theirs a grain - a tad, - of amusement in his voice, then. "Absolutely. Just for you, my love."

Okay you miss him a lot.

Sitting in comfortable, companionable silence for a moment, you let your head rest on the wall beside you, just sitting with him, even though you aren't in the same room. You let your eyelids flutter shut again, this time imagining that he's there. Perched all straight and unholy on the armchair by the couch, reading or drinking his tea. Not paying you any mind, but not ignoring you either.

Finally, after a few minutes, he speaks again. This time his voice is softer then his usual drone; And it makes your insides warm. "... So, how has school been, Y/N?"

"... Worth it." And it has been. Its been everything you dreamed about for so many years - having been raising kids through your 20's and 30's and therefore been too busy to do anything other then dream about it, - , even if it's made you apart from Slender and your family. You were worried it wouldn't be, that you would be wrong about it and your potential to thrive and it has been hard- but- you weren't wrong.

"I'm glad." And he really sounds sincere... before his soft moment is over, and his next words cause a big smile to spread across your cheeks, and a tiny laugh to force its way out, as you straighten up. "So, did you beat that perky little teachers pet in your class this time?"

"YES, I did! And you should have seen his face- it was priceless. Especially since he's sleeping with the teacher- "

"Mr Adams?"

"Oh- You're shocked?"

"That the 'halitosis ailed elderly man resembling Joe Exotic's ill-bred offspring with a liger,' - your words, - , managed to get in bed with a 23 year old? Yes of course? Tell me more."

"Okay okay, so- "

[wandaromanova]

“And I... Am...” [2]

A Natasha Romanoff x Gn!Avenger!Reader story

warnings: fighting, little bit of violence, angst, death (let me know if i should add any!)

A/N: Ahhh, here’s the final part of this very brief series. i hope you all enjoy and if anyone would like me to write something else my asks are open. thank you for reading! <3

tagging: @username23345

summary: 5 years ago, the avengers lost. half the world may have been taken away, but Y/N’s entire world faded to nothing in their arms. they would do anything to bring everyone back, most especially the love of their life. whatever it takes.

Part 1

Word Count: 3.7K words

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5 years. 5 years without seeing her bright, pearly white smile. 5 years without her sarcastic comments and snarky remarks. 5 years without her messy red hair sprawled across her pillow as she sleeps peacefully beside you. 5 years without her warm hugs as her lavender scented perfume invades your senses. 5 years without long nights of cuddling in each other’s arms as you watched the cheesy romcoms of your choice. 5 years without waking up to her playfully kissing your face. 5 years without her standing by your side during missions. 5 years without your little dinner dates that you both decided to go on whenever you both had the time. 5 years without her teasing kisses against your neck that made you laugh as hard as ever before. 5 long, long years without Natasha Romanoff.

Everyday without her was agonizingly slow. Every part of your shared apartment a constant reminder of your failure. Your failure to protect the world, the failure of protecting your world. Natasha always ensured your safety and protection when you needed her most, and the time she needed you; you astronomically failed her. Your heart ached every night as you fell asleep, even more so in the mornings. The mornings were the worst as you would reach over to her side of the bed, expecting to feel her peaceful form breathing steadily next to you, but you are only met with the cold white sheets of your once shared bed. The cold sheets a heartbreaking contrast to her warm body.

You didn’t get a single night of uninterrupted rest, as the memory of Natasha fading to nothing in your arms would replay over and over like a song stuck in your head. You cried the first time you returned home on that fateful day. The walls of your apartment holding the memories of happier times, when she was still alive. Her coffee cup that she never washed and left on the counter every morning still sitting where she left it that very day. You didn’t have the heart to move it. You didn’t dare to move any of her things, leaving them where she had placed them. You wore all of her hoodies though, as they still held her scent. However, you went through all of her hoodies quickly, her scent fading away just like she had. You considered not staying in the apartment, the memory of her making it hard to breathe within the confines of your shared space. But, you didn’t have the heart to leave it either. Leaving your home felt like leaving her, although your true home was her.

You tried to hold out hope though. Every single day you would go to the Avengers Compound and oversee any occurrences. You would communicate with any avengers that were not in New York or simply not on earth such as Captain Marvel, Rocket, Rhodes, and Okoye. You got consumed by your need to compensate for the failure that changed your life and absolutely wrecked your self-esteem. Although you were stuck in the past, some of the other avengers tried to move past it. Tony and Pepper brought a beautiful daughter named Morgan into the world, you were so happy for them, albeit a bit envious. Steve joined a support group, Clint was.... somewhere doing lord knows what. But you remained in the compound, constantly ignoring your own well-being, unable to stomach the failure and desperately trying to find something to hold out hope. However, your stubbornness was not for naught, as one day, while Steve visited you at the Compound, Scott Lang appeared at the front of the Compound. As he explained about Quantum Physics and the possibility of time travel, hope made its way back to you full force. You could all quite possibly make things right again. This spark of hope didn’t ignite within you only, but it also coursed through the remaining avengers when they were informed of the insane, but good idea of time travel.

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Time travel. That’s our only hope of restoring what used to be. It sounds absolutely insane, but it’s the only option we have. Just the fact that there even is an option, is a miracle. Tony took a little bit of time to be on board with the idea, but he came around and now all the avengers stand together on the platform. Clint and Rhodey were set to go to Vormir. You, Tony, Banner, and Steve were to go to New York. Nebula went to Morag, Thor and Rocket went to Asgard while Scott stayed behind. What felt like hours for the team, was only a minute in real time. As you all made it back to the present, you looked around at the entire team. “Did we get them all?” You turn to your right and look at Banner. “You mean to tell me this actually worked?” You asked with a wide smile. Suddenly, a thud is heard to your left.

The entire team looks at Rhodes, he is soaked and it is then you notice Clint’s absence. “Rhodey? Where’s Clint?” You ask nervously. Rhodes just looks up at the team with sorrow evident in his eyes. The whole room knew what that meant as it fell silent, you dropped to your knees. You were as close to Clint as Nat was, given he was your girlfriend’s best friend. Your soul was absolutely crushed by the news, and the fact that someone would have to tell his family about his sacrifice to bring everyone back was heart crushing. However, Clint’s death only fueled the motivation to get this over with once and for all. No one had time to truly mourn as now that the team retrieved the stones, the stones just needed to be placed into the gauntlet.

However, this was not the hardest part, no. The hardest part was figuring out who should actually snap their fingers. Thor, Tony, and yourself offered to do the snap, but Banner immediately intervened. “It’s gotta be me. You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive.” He said solemnly. “How do we know you will?” You asked him seriously. “We don’t, but the radiation is mostly gamma. It’s like, I was made for this.” He finished off, and everyone in the room begrudgingly agreed. Unfortunately, before Banner could even put his hands on the gauntlet, the compound was attacked by a huge explosion, sending everyone flying in different directions, some knocked out by the impact and buried beneath rubble.

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You wake up with a groan, you entire body is aching. You slowly open your eyes and take in your surrounds. You are buried beneath the concrete of the compound. The once magnificent architectural building, now a destroyed foundation. You look to your right and notice that water is flooding into the area where you, Rhodes, and Rocket are trapped. You noticed that Rocket and Rhodes are both trapped under a piece of cement and you use your powers to lift it off of them before dropping it back onto the ground with a grunt.

You speak into comms, “Is anyone there? We’re trapped and are unable to get out of here. I can hold off the water, but I can’t get us back to the surface.” Your powers are strong, but it will take a great deal of energy to get yourself, Rhodes, and Rocket out of here. You have no clue how deep you guys are below the surface. But you could at least hold off the water until someone is able to save you all. Scott replies and says “I’m on my way, I’ll get you guys.” And you mumble a “thanks” before asking another question, “How on earth did this happen?” you ask this as you use your powers to form some sort of blockade to keep the water from drowning you all. Scott suddenly appears, going back to his regular size and says “Nebula was compromised. You guys better hang onto something,” as he turns into a giant and breaks you all out of the concrete cage you were held in.

As you all return to the surface, Scott places the three of you on the ground. You take notice of the state of Steve, Tony, and Thor. They are badly beaten as Thanos cowers over them. Your eyes widen as you notice the ships approaching behind Thanos, along with his army of thousands. You, Rocket, Rhodey, (and Gamora??) together, ready to attack. You have no time to question Gamora’s sudden seeming resurrection as you notice Banner is the only one missing from the bunch, nowhere to be seen. You turn to everyone as you point at the gauntlet in Gamora’s arms and speak “Protect that gauntlet at all costs, don’t let him get to it. As soon as Banner is spotted, give it to him so he can do the snap and end this, once and for all. Understand?” Everyone nods in acknowledgement at your words.

A sense of deja vu hits you as you turn to face the impending battle. Once again you all are drastically outnumbered, you all must stand and fight against Thanos once more. The only differences being that you all are 5 years older, half of the universe’s population is gone, and Natasha is not by your side. The entire team is angered that this happened in the first place and the desire and will to defeat the mad titan is as strong as its ever been. You all failed to protect the world and your loved ones once, you all refused to lose this battle again. You all have something to fight for. You all attack and after what felt like hours of fighting Thanos’ army, you notice Scott running with the gauntlet, and your eyes widen as Thanos makes his way towards Scott. You quickly throw the enemies you were dealing with, with the flick of your hand and rush for the titan head-on.

Using your vibrant blue powers, you strike Thanos with a powerful beam of energy. Thanos tries to block himself but is a little too late as he’s sent flying back. “You took everything from me.” You say angrily and with a vengeful conviction as your eyes turn blue and your blue powers waver across your hands, levitating you a few feet off the ground. The titan stares at you as he stands and says “I don’t even know who you are.” You look at him and tilt your head, and reply with a dangerous calmness, “You will.” You then end up encasing Thanos, holding him up high in the air, your powers acting as blue hands. You squeeze him with all the strength you can conjure up and start to rip off his armor without laying a finger on him. “Rain fire!” The titan exclaimed to his servant. “But sire, our troops.” “Just do it!” Thanos screams. Unfortunately, you were so caught up in your rage that you failed to notice what Thanos was saying. You were soon knocked out with a powerful blast from a ship above you. Your grip on Thanos no more as you flew across the field and were knocked unconscious.

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You wake up and groggily try to take in your surroundings. Your entire team beat to the ground. Banner, Scott, and Clint are unconscious, and the rest of the team are too weakened to move. Captain Marvel was also here, when she got here? You have no idea, but that doesn’t matter as she was knocked out as well. However, at least the giant ships and Thanos’ army had been taken out. You guys did impressively well considering how outnumbered you all were. You look away from your battered teammates beside you and you feel panic wash over you. Above you, the massive titan stands, placing the gauntlet on his hand. No. He CANNOT get that gauntlet, you think in a panic. However, your body is too weak to get up, you still try to stand with every ounce of strength that’s left in your body, but to no avail. All of a sudden, you feel a tingling sensation from your hands that you have never felt before.

You look at your hands and notice little sparks of electricity forming. This has never ever happened before, your powers are a dark blue and are more like laser beams than sparks. What is happening? As you stared at your hands, you failed to notice Mjölnir rising beside Thor. Mjölnir abruptly launches itself into your hand, and you suddenly feel a surge of electricity flow through your veins, giving you a spark of energy. The people who are still conscious are shell-shocked as they had all tried and failed to wield the mighty hammer. You yourself had even failed to lift Mjölnir all those years ago before the Ultron situation, but now here you were, worthy and determined to win this battle. As you attempt to stand once more, Thor joyfully exclaims “I knew it!” At Thor’s words, Thanos stomps on Thor, successfully knocking the Asgardian God out cold.

You rise to your feet, the only thing on your mind being that you need to bring Natasha back. You charge at Thanos, rising off the ground as your dark blue powers mixed with the lightning of mjölnir radiate off of you. You struck the titan with a powerful, concentrated hit with Mjölnir before using up the most power you ever have. You manage to do damage to Thanos, but with the gauntlet on he manages to use the stones to fight against your own powers. As he hits you, he fails to notice you exchange the gauntlet with the stones, with another gauntlet that he failed to notice lying on the ground. As your body is flung like a ragdoll across the floor, you look up as Thanos says “I... am inevitable.” And he snaps his fingers, but nothing happens. He, along with everyone else looks confused as he does this. All of them were puzzled, except for you.

You get on your knees and place the real gauntlet on. The energy so powerful as it courses through your veins, it’s an intense burn as if your blood was made of fire, pumping through every part of your body. You look around at the team, the people you have grown to love and call a family. You know that this will be the end of you, but you are content with that. What better way to go than saving the world and bringing the love of your life back? The team seems aware of your fate as well, the sadness evident on the faces of the broken down avengers. It hurt them, but they knew it had to be done. They couldn’t stop you, even if they tried. You already had the gauntlet on and you had made up your mind. After one last glance at your family, you focus back on Thanos, who stares at you in shock. A human wielding the stones, that was a sight for sore eyes. The snap almost killed Thanos the first time, imagine now? You have powers of your own, yes, but you’re still a human. You take a deep breath, your mind is racing as it is taken over by thoughts of Natasha. How you’ll never get to see her red hair and green eyes sparkle again, how you’ll never hear her raspy laugh that warms you up inside, and how you’ll never have the future you both had always wanted together. But you remind yourself that this is all for her, and that was the final push you needed to follow through with this plan.

You stare Thanos dead in the eye again as you shakily say “I... Am...” you envision Natasha and her big bright smile as you finally say “an Avenger.” And with the snap of your fingers, a bright light consumes your body and radiates across the field. All you hear is the ringing in your ears and all you can focus on is the burning of your charred body. The conscious team members gather around you, they are all speaking to you but you can’t fully hear what they’re saying. They sound far away even though they’re right in front of you. You watch as Thanos and his little servants disappear into dust, just like half of the population did 5 years ago. You release a heavy sigh of relief at the sight.

You look back to Steve who’s directly in front of you. He reaches into his pocket and dials a number, and when he turns the phone towards you, you notice the contact name; Natasha. Steve’s eyes widen as the redhead actually answers her phone, it worked. He however, tried to swallow his shock as he let’s her know that you’ll be put on the line. He doesn’t have the heart to inform her of your condition. You use every muscle in your body just to reach out for the phone and grasp it in your hand. “Hello? Y/N, baby?? Where are you?? What happened??” You smile widely at the sound of her deep, raspy voice as your eyes slowly start to close. The team panics as they try to convince you to keep your eyes open just a little longer, Natasha’s voice sounding more concerned and alarmed at the coaxing of the team. We did it, we really did it... she’s okay... it’s okay... is your final thought as your eyes close even further. The darkness is so tempting and you find yourself falling deeper and deeper into it, until you’re consumed by it. Never to see the light again.

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2 weeks later

At your funeral, Nat was suspiciously devoid of emotion as the ceremony commenced. It was so weird for the team to see and they were genuinely worried. Natasha was always sure to not make her emotions known, it’s how she was trained as an assassin, but to show no emotion after losing the love of her life? Definite cause for concern. After the beautiful ceremony and burial, the team all returned to Tony’s cabin, he let the team know that there was something he needed to share with them. Tony stands before the team in his living room and places his iron man helmet on the mantle. He clears his throat before he begins, “Before the time heist, Y/N approached me and asked me a favor. They borrowed my iron man helmet and asked me to play this recording if things went south. So, this is me fulfilling their final wish.”

You appear as a hologram, sitting on a chair in your time heist suit. “So, if you’re watching this.. that means that I’m... yanno” and you make a throat slicing motion with a little laugh. You then realize that the people watching this will most likely not find humor in your little joke and immediately stop laughing. “I hope that in watching this, that means that we succeeded in bringing everyone back. It’s all we have been hoping and praying for, for the past 5 years. And I pray to God... or to Thor... that it worked out.” You actually laugh at your terrible attempt at a joke. Everyone in the room laughs at your corniness with tears in their eyes.

“If we did win, that must mean that you’re here Natasha.” You pause and take a deep breath. At the mention of the redhead, the room falls silent as Nat watches intensely, desperate to hear what you have to say to her. You proceed, your voice wavering as you were overcome with emotion, “I’m so sorry that I had to leave you so soon. I’m so sorry that we’ll never have the chance to get married and have little rascals of our own running around a little farmhouse of our own in the middle of nowhere like we always dreamt of. But, the day you left me, those 5 long years ago, a part of me left with you. And I would do anything to get you back, and I’m sure I’ve proven that to be true if you’re seeing this.” You take another break as your voice starts cracking, as Natasha finally let a tear escape.

You suddenly stand up, and move over to the camera, staring directly into it with an intense gaze. “But Nat, baby, you have to listen to me when i say that this is not the end of the world. It may feel like it, but I promise you it’s not. Those 5 years without you, I felt as though I was drowning in grief and despair, but then hope made its way into my life when Scott suddenly appeared on the steps of the compound. And I promise you that you will have hope again, not for my return, but for happiness in your life again, without me.” At your words, Natasha shakes her head furiously as silent tears steadily fall across her pale cheeks.

You giggle “I know you won’t believe me right now, but you will one day my love. You were wrong that day in Wakanda. You WILL survive this. You must move on eventually, as impossible as it sounds and as much as it kills me to say. Please do not give up on the world, don’t push everyone away, but let them in. I gave my life up so you could live yours, and I know you wouldn’t let my life go to waste.” You stop and look down at your watch. “I have to go now, if this time heist thing goes to plan, then everyone who vanished will return. God, I hope so.... I love you Natalia Alianovna Romanova.” You look down at your hands, and back up at the camera and say your final words.

“Remember...” you begin while moving closer to the helmet, “You could never lose me moya lyubov... I’m yours forever.” You smile tearily and the recording ends. Those last words were what finally did it for Natasha. All the emotion she was keeping bottled up broke loose and she had no control of the wheel of her emotions as she slammed head first into a breakdown. Natasha cried in sorrow as she mourned the possibilities that are no longer possible and screamed out in anguish for the unfulfilled promises of a happy, long life with you by her side.

The world had won, but Natasha had lost her world.