#and I mean it's harder for me to come across a boy group I fall head over heels in love with BUT

[one-vivid-judgment]

When I say I'm into K-pop I mean I stan every girl group under the sun and like, maybe around 10 boy groups

[novvabee]

could you write about the mauraders when they go to the shrieking shack for the full moon and there’s another werewolf? Idk something like that

ooooo, this gave me a really fun idea, hope you enjoy 💗

The Deer, The Dog, And The Two Wolves

summary: remus meets another wolf

word count: 2.3k

“I mean, did you see her? Talk about fit!” Sirius laughed, walking through the portrait into their common room. He was talking about the new girl, the girl who had started halfway through the semester.

Poor girl was paraded in front of the whole school for her sorting. She was obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable to be the center of the whole school’s attention.

“Too bad she was sorted into Slytherin,” Sirius said as he threw himself across a sofa in the middle of the common room, “I would have liked to get to know her.” This made Lily and Mary scoff from the opposite couch in front of the fireplace.

“Why’s she starting in the middle of the semester?” James asked.

“Maybe she just moved here.” Lily supplied.

“Lucky her,” James said, “she just missed midterm exams.” Everyone chuckled at that.

While everyone was conversing and laughing, Remus had dread looming over him. His muscles began to ache and he could feel the effects of the approaching full moon. The moon would be tomorrow night, but Remus had been feeling it all week. After a while of chatting, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed. 

“I am quite tired,” Remus said, standing and motioning for the boys to follow. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

“Yeah! Just meet us in hogsmeade.” Mary says.

Remus nods, the other boys say their goodnights and they all make their way up to their room. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Remus was falling into bed.

“What is the plan for tomorrow?” James asked, they usually had no trouble sneaking out and waiting in the shrieking shack for Remus, but this time, the girls insisted the boys come with them to hogsmeade for the day. Only Lily knew about Remus, so sneaking away was going to be harder than normal.

“I was thinking I could cut away from the group with Remus and we could head to the shack while you help Lily distract the others.” Sirius said, having planned that out fairly quickly. “That sound alright?” he asked Remus.

Remus was too tired, too weary to answer vocally so he just nodded. The boys looked at him with pity, they knew how he was feeling, so they just opted to let him sleep.

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The day spent in Hogsmeade was lovely, despite the pain and tenseness that Remus felt, he still enjoyed himself.

They made their way from shop to shop, buying candies from Honeydukes and gadgets from Zonkos. The girls begged to stop by Gladrags and the boys reluctantly agreed.

“Fine,” James said, rolling his eyes, “but only because I need a new tie.”

The group piled into the shop, the girls immediately rushing towards the new dresses and coats, Remus and Sirius turned to browse the rings and necklaces. 

Remus felt… odd. He felt the hairs on his neck stand and a chill run down his spine, immediately set on edge. He had never felt this before, a new experience for him. He put himself on high alert, scanning the shop, but seeing or sensing nothing out of the ordinary, just that unfamiliar tingle.

“Dear Merlin,” Sirius muttered from beside him. Remus followed his gaze across the shop to see Regulus. It seemed like the brothers noticed each other at the same time, because Regulus turned to his group of friends, and they swiftly exited.

“Still in a spat?” Remus asked Sirius.

Sirius huffed and replied “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Remus left it alone, seeing as the day was going very well, he didn’t want to ruin it in any way. 

James got his tie and the girls all bought different clothes and were ready to continue on. It was getting later in the day, the sun would set soon, so Remus wanted to finish the trip.

“Butterbeer, anyone?” he asked and the whole group perked up and started down the street towards The Three Broomsticks.

Remus opened the door for the group, allowing everyone in, before stepping in himself. Once inside, that grating feeling was back. He looked around again, but was met with the same outcome, there was nothing awry. Confused, he just figured the moon was messing with his senses.

The group found a table towards the back of the pub and they all squeezed in. Remus found himself sandwiched between Marlene and James. The whole bunch was lively as ever, laughing and joking, talking about everything and nothing at all.

The witch who ran the pub asked the table for their orders and James ordered butterbeers for the whole table. So typical of James, to order and pay for everyone, spend his fortune on his friends and a good time. 

Mary gasped from across the table, making everyone turn their attention to her. “Don't look now,” she said, “but that new girl is sitting with the Slytherins.” 

The whole table snapped their necks toward where Mary was looking.

“I said don’t look!” she squealed.

She was right, the new girl was sitting next to Dorcas and across from Regulus, looking like she was in a deep conversation with them. But, almost like she felt their eyes on her, she looked over to them. The whole group tried to turn and make it look like they weren’t just staring at her(it was so obvious), but she caught Remus’s eye before he could look away.

It was like she looked directly into his soul, and there was that feeling again. Remus could have sworn she sat up straighter, taken by surprise for some reason. She narrowed her eyes at him, looked him up and down, then returned to her conversation.

Odd… 

Their butterbeers arrived and Remus put the interaction aside, deciding to just enjoy the rest of the time he had with his friends. Once the group finished, Sirius casually yawned and turned to Remus. “Fancy a smoke?” he asked. Remus nodded and exited the pub with Sirius.

They began their journey to the shrieking shack, Remus feeling the nip in the air, but also that feeling. He took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, handed one to Sirius, then lit them both. Perhaps a smoke would ease the odd sensation. Walking in comfortable silence, taking drags of their cigarettes, the boys eventually ended up at the shack.

Remus dropped the butt of his cigarette and snuffed it out with his shoe, Sirius taking one last drag, then doing the same.

“Now,” Sirius started, “James will meet up with us but it’s business as usual right?”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, just try to stay in the forest like normal.”

“Gotcha,” Sirius replied. “Gotta lock you in now, Moons.”

Remus opened the door to the shack and stepped inside. He pulled the door closed and heard Sirius mutter the spell to magically seal him in until he transformed, then one of them would open the door and they would spend the whole night racing and playing in the woods in their animal forms.

Remus didn’t enjoy a lot of his lycanthropy, but being able to run in an animalistic way with his best mates, that was one thing he did enjoy.

Remus made his way upstairs to the old, beaten up bedroom, and layed on the bed. He began waiting for the transformation. 

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Something was off, Sirius could tell. He and James, who had broken away from the group finally, were sitting at the edge of the forest.

They heard Remus transforming, which was never easy, but this time it seemed that he was having a particularly rough time. James winced from beside Sirius and shook his head. Once they were certain he was fully changed, James magically unlocked the door.

They both transformed into their animagus form, but Remus didn’t come out. Sirius and James looked at each other and Sirius went inside to check on Remus, coax him out of the shack.

Sirius padded upstairs, expecting to see the wolf destroying something or clawing at the furniture, but he was met with a completely different scene entirely. The wolf was pacing around the room in a circle, sniffing the air and whining. When it saw the black dog that had entered, it perked up, but still looked around, as if looking for someone else.

The dog raced downstairs, goading the wolf to chase it. The wolf gave in easily and followed the dog down the stairs and out of the house where they were met with the large stag. The wolf tackled the deer, rolling and play-fighting until the wolf’s ears perked up. It snapped it’s head to the forest and bolted.

The dog and the deer had no chance to wrangle it before it slipped through the tree line and into the dark forest beyond. The dog and the deer looked at each other and then dashed after the wolf.

Sirius didn't understand what had gotten into the wolf, but raced as fast as he could to catch up.

That is when the howl came from deep in the forest. Everything stopped, the whole forest seeming to be silenced. Then the answering howl sounded.

The deer and the dog followed the sound to an opening in the forest, a small field with a large oak in the center. They expected to find Moony there, chasing something, but they were not expecting to see two wolves circling each other.

They hung back at the tree line, watching but ready to protect Remus if anything were to happen.

The other wolf was smaller, a female, but just as dangerous, still a werewolf.

The two wolves continued circling each other, tense. The smaller wolf noticed the dog and the stag at the forest’s edge, and growled, hackles raising. Moony stepped between her and his friends, protecting them, and growled deep back at her. The other wolf turned her attention to him now, focusing all her anger at him.

Moony wasn’t backing down, determined to protect the dog and the stag behind him. He clawed at her, catching her right under the eye. She wasted no time in returning the favor, and swiped right back at him, getting him good.

Moony, shocked, stepped back and sat down, like a dog asking for a treat. The other wolf blinked, then mirrored his actions. Moony pounced and ran off, the other wolf following, chasing.

They were playing. 

The dog and the deer looked at each other, then back to the two wolves, then joined in.

It was slightly harder, keeping track of two wolves rather than just the one, but at least they could rough-house with each other and not be too afraid to hurt the other, like Remus often was with Sirius or James.

The two wolves raced each other and swam in the lake, the whole group having fun, until Sirius noticed the morning light. Dawn would break soon and Remus would transform back, they needed to get him back to the shack. Moony, however, was being more difficult than normal. 

The moment Sirius and James tried to corral him and chase him back to the shack, Moony refused. He kept wandering over to the other wolf, trying to continue to play. So James and Sirius decided that both the wolves had to be wrangled into the shack, if that was the only way to get Remus back in.

That task was incredibly difficult, Moony bouncing all over the place and the other wolf threatening to snap at the boys if they got too close. They eventually managed to lock both the wolves in the shack with minimal damage.

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Remus woke on the floor of the bedroom feeling more tired than he had ever been after a full moon. He felt like he could sleep for ages. His aching body needed all the rest it could get.

Small moments from the night came back to him and suddenly…

He snapped his head toward the bed to see a sleeping figure curled up in the old and torn blankets. That feeling tingled the back of his neck again. 

The figure sat straight up, feeling the same feeling. Remus knew that face, the new girl. She made direct eye contact with him, then quickly scanned the room, unsure of where she was.

He could see she was scared, so he calmly said “It’s ok, you’re ok.”

She looked at him unsure. “W-where are we?” she asked, voice a little raw.

“This is called the shrieking shack, it's where I come… to transform.” Remus answered, still trying to calm her and get her to trust him.

“You’re the wolf I was with last night?” she asked, more like putting the pieces together.

Remus nodded. “My name’s Remus.” He smiled.

“Y/N” she answered.

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” He said, noticing how she seemed to start relaxing.

“And… that dog and the deer?” she asked.

Remus chuckled, not knowing exactly how to answer that. “They’re harmless.”

She nodded and they sat in silence for a minute before she spoke again. “I didn’t know there were others… like me.” she said.

Remus didn’t know how to talk about this with anyone, he had never met another werewolf. All he could seem to do was nod.

“H-how long have you been… you know…” she asked timidly.

Remus smiled sadly. “‘I was bitten when I was really young, about three.” He answered.

Her eyes widened and she gasped. “Three!?” she looked in disbelief. “I am so sorry, you’ve had to deal with this for a long time…”she trailed off. “I was bitten a couple years ago. That's why I transferred schools, the other one kicked me out, thought that I was a danger to the other students.”

“I am so sorry,” this time it was Remus’s turn to feel bad.

She smiled sadly. “It’s ok, besides, now I know someone else like me.”

[sardonic-the-writer]

—amsterdam

SUMMARY | agreeing to come along with the group to amsterdam to participate in not one, but two tom simons videos, can get a little crazy

PAIRING | cc!tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

AUTHORS NOTES | the tom simons channel is probably my favorite vlog channel ever

📹 Masterlist 📹 Navigation 📹 Rules 📹

This was the third time Charlie had destroyed your lego creation, and you were this close to locking him out of the room.

"I swear to god you fucker—" Another blocky build crumbled to peices as the brunette slapped his hand down on your own pair, laughing good naturedly all the while.

"Phiiiiil!" You turned your torso halfway to whine at the other man in the generic hotel room, who was looking at his phone blandly while resting on the foot of a bed opposite you. "Tell Charlie to stop being an asshole before I bite him!"

"Stop being an asshole to them Charlie before they bite you. And they will, it's not just a threat mate." The middle aged man echoed back without so much as looking up from his phone.

"Wow. Gee thanks Phil. Glad to know my pain and suffering is less important than your phon—Charlie I swear to fucking god!! One more time, and I mean it, one more time and I'm going to sic Tubbo on you in the video tomorrow!" You had since stopped looking at Phil, now scooping as many stray legos as you could close to your chest while Charlie attempted to steal them away from you.

"I paid for these with my own twitch prime! Back! Back, I say."

"Noooo." Charlie made a sound that reminded you of a gremlin, wiggling his fingers comically while trying to take more out of your pile. "The lego goblin must have his legos!!! Otherwise he may become, the tickle monster!"

"Oh no he fucking wont." You deadpanned at Charlie. He just smiled back at you innocently before wiggling his fingers once more and lunging for you, nearly knocking you both into Phil on the other bed with the effort of it.

"Take that, you hoarder!" He laughed, glasses knocked askew as his hands viciously attacked your sides with pokes and jabs as you screamed.

"Jesus fucking christ you two!!" Phil was looking at the both of you on the floor, clutching his phone to his chest in surprise while laughing.

"Phil! Help me! I'm dying! Tell my wife that—that I love her." You choked out a surprisingly loud and shocking gasp before going limp, your tounge dramatically lolling out of your mouth the way a cartoon character's might.

It was a lot harder than you thought it would be to hold in your laughter as you watched Charlie fall to his knees somberly, listening as he wailed on about how he had 'killed' you. It was even harder when you got a glimpse of Phil sitting above you, stuffing his fist in his mouth to try not to laugh at the two of you.

"—ow will I ever redeem myself!? I'll be tried in court, given years of prison time! I'll never make it in there! I'm too soft, too—oh hey Tommy."

You immediately scrambled to get to your feet alongside Charlie at that revelation, the both of you adjusting your disheviled appearances the best you could all while Phil cackled.

"Hey Toms." You smiled crookedly, trying to look nonchalaunt as possible while looking at the confused face of the boy currently peaking his head into your hotel room. Light from the hallway was now peaking into the room, washing over the few shadows left from spare luggage and souvenir bags people had left lying on the floor.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in here?" He furrowed his brows, laughing lightly at how put of breath everyone was. "We can hear you all the way across the wall. Wil sent me over here to get you to shut up. Managment was looking pretty upset when I was making my way over here too. Might be because I stole some candy from the reception desk earlier too though." He muttered the last bit quieter, covering it up poorly with a cough before looking back at you.

"Oh. Uh, sorry about that. Well, I died for a little bit, I think?" You scratched the back of your neck. Charlie nodded vigorously. A bit too vigorously to be discussing the topic of your supposed death if you were being honest.

"Yes. And from natural causes. Definitely not murder of any sorts! No, not at all! An all natural one. All natural death that is."

Tommy just tilted his head in Phil's direction, clearly not believing either of your very convincing tales.

"They were having a tickle fight over the legos you lot bought earlier." He ignored you and Charlie's whines to shut up as he talked to Tommy, who by now was laughing.

"A tickle fight?" He stepped forward and closed the door behind him, blue eyes shining with mischief as he grinned. "Without me? For shame you bastards."

"No. Tommy dont you dare, I know what you're thinking, mate. No no no I'm not about to let all of you just—and there you go. For christ's sake, Wil's going to kill me."

Phil backed away further on the bed, just nearly being missed as Tommy jumped onto Charlie and sent him sprawling, the two of them rolling around in a blur of colors in the hotel room while each tried to overpower the other.

You yourself were practically kneeling over with laughter, pumping a fist in the air while rooting for Tommy, only stopping at one point to pick up Charlie's glasses off the ground so they wouldn't get crushed in all the chaos.

It didn't last long, really, before Charlie let out a guttural cry and replicated what you had done earlier, falling limp as if he was now nothing but a corpse on a battlefield.

"And the winner is Tommathy Innit!!" You hollered cheerfully despite the groans of Phil to shut up, beaming at Tommy as he stood triumphantly, Charlie laying on the ground below spread out like a starfish. A very sweaty, very exhausted starfish. You imagined that you didn't look much different from him at the time though.

"Thank you, thank you! Really!" Tommy was now parading around the small confines of the room with his nose in the air. Doing what sounded like a very bad impression of a snooty car salesman as he went. "I'd like to thank my many wives, including Philza Minecraft's, and—oof!"

Everyone laughed as they watched Tommy shakily raise a fist from where he was now lying face first on the carpet, shooting a thumbs up to let you all know that he was okay from his sudden trip over a luggage bag.

"Graceful mate. Real graceful. Watch out for the suitcases next time though, Tommy."

"Fuck you lot." Was all he said before dissolving into laughter, most everyone following suit.

[prettygirl-gabi]

"We both do"

What happens when you fall for the two best friends in the friends group?

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Rating: Mature !MDNI! PLEASE! MDNI!

Paring: !college student San x !college student Wooyoung x !college student reader

Warning: pure smut, threesome, use of foul language, fluff (beginning and ending)

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Summary: cuddles piles = creamp's....

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You and San had gotten together after he had came to help you in your English lit class due to your migraines getting worse. He had always had your heart. San, knew about your problems with your migraine since he first met you.

Now, normally you would have Woo write your notes but he had to go to his little brother's school ceremony. What you didn't know was that they both had a massive crush on you, and each other.

Well, that was months ago. All three of you sat and talked. Coming to an agreement about everything, you are now the happiest you've been in years.

After spring break you three decided to tell the rest of the boys and they well all so happy for you.

You sighed happily against your headrest, your lower back pressed against your pillow as you read a book you had been putting off reading for months. You hadn't mean to, truly! It's just you got distracted easily, with your two extremely needy boyfriends. It was... hard to say the least, getting time by yourself.

Before you could get repositioned good on the bed, Woo came into the room full speed.

"Cuddle pile!" Wooyoung screams, throwing more of the clean blankets at the foot of the bed before launching himself on top of you. You just barely raise your arms enough so that Woo doesn't get a face full of a hard cover spine and roll your eyes. Sometimes you weren't sure of he ever paid attention to the details of his surroundings half the time. It was a miracle he hadn't gotten gravely injured yet but his gestures were so cute.

Which is why you're not shocked when said boyfriend's come barging in with a hoard of blankets in their arms.

"Oof," you cough out against the pressure of two heads pressed against your chest, your arms just barely fitting around both their wide shoulders as they snuggle into your sides, and both men giggle below you. Softly, San pokes your side.

"Is there any reason why you're interrupting my reading with a cuddle pile?"

"Yeah, we missed you," Wooyoung states simply and San nods, legs intertwining with yours as he starts to get comfortably. You can't lie, with two secure weights on top of you and the pillow offering excellent back support, this position is definitely not uncomfortable. You shook your head and let of a fit of giggles "I miss you both as well."

You weren't sure how the three of you had ended up in this position, you on your hands and knees on the bed with one of them either end of you, but here you were - and you were having the time of your life.

"Look at her," San laughed mockingly from where he thrust his cock in and out of your mouth, both of his hands in your hair. "She loves taking our cocks so much, Woo. Insatiable little thing."

You heard Wooyoung give a small chuckle of his own from behind you, his hips speeding up so that his own cock thrust in and out of your cunt at a faster speed. It caused you to jerk forwards and gag a little on San's dick, making both men laugh. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, but, ultimately, you were enjoying yourself. "She's so fucking wet, San" Woo cooed, smoothing his fingers across her back and grasping her hips to slam her harder back into him. "She's making a right mess. Drenching me and your bed."

"Stupid slut," San spat, taking his cock out of your mouth and running it across your swollen lips. He smacked it lightly across your faces, smearing your own spit around your delicate skin. "Gets wet over being used by her two boyfriends."

"Mhm, please," you manage to mutter.

"What do you want, our sweet girl ?" San hissed as jerked himself to the way Woo was fucking into you

"Want your cock, San." You whimper out and you feel Woo non stop thrust speed up more.

"Good girl, baby" San murmured and squeezed your cheeks with his strong fingers so you pouted, then he dug a little deeper and caused a pain that made your mouth fall open, your tongue sticking out for him. "Take it like a good slut, Gabby."

You accepted his cock back into your mouth, loving the heavy weight of it on your tongue whilst Woo kept rammed into you from behind. You felt him cave a little over you to press kisses at your neck. causing you to shiver from the chain dangling from his neck.

San took the chain in his hand lightly and pulled Woo into a kiss over your head. Some how Woo managed to slam into you harder now, the wet sounds filling the apartment and making you blush. His large cock was hitting spaces that you didn't even realise existed and you whined around San's dick who laughed as he had the look of amusement across his face as if he weren't being sucked off.

"Pretty little slut," Woo growled and then his fingers drifted to your clit. "You wanna cum? Gotta make us cum first, bunny."

He stopped being over you, proceeding to slam mercilessly inside of you.

"Look at her tits bounce," San mentioned, "So fucking hot."

"Mm," Woo murmured, "I have a good view of her ass from back here. So nice and round."

"Could use her all day," San agreed, "These pretty little lips are amazing."

"Once we've both came, you should try her back here, she so fucking thick and so good" Woo said, and you whimpered at the degrading comments they were sharing, as if you weren't even here. "She's practically clenching around my cock with every thrust. Greedy little cock slut, in't right baby." He slapped your ass.

"Hmm, maybe I should." San hummed and brushed some of your hair out of your face to look down at you, your eyes meeting. "Our greedy little cock slut, Gabby."

You whimper as the both of them came in your used holes. You were woren out but some how you still wanted and craved for more.

"Oh, baby all I have to do is just slide in, fuck so wet and tight for us." San say as he slowly slides his dick into your used cunt.

"Mmm s'big can't take more." You whine out. "Aww c'mon baby take San's dick like you took mine."Woo says as he gently shoves his cock in your mouth.

He hears you whimper. Wooyoung smiles and licks his lips. “Pretty, so fucking pretty."

“So good,” San groaned as he continue to move in and out of your still full cunt, rolling his hips against yours and working his cock in you.

“Fuck yes,” you breathed, and San somehow gathered your wrists in one hand, pinning them behind your back. San’s fingers with his other tightened on your hips, and you watched Woo's face, contorted in pleasure, mouth open as you sucked his dick like it was your last.

“You look so good making her come,” Wooyoung managed to murmured, “so fucking hot,”

You were feeling that familiar tightness in your cunt as you clench around San's dick.

“I’m not going to last,” San choked out, Wooyoung gripping your and taking his dick out of your mouth “Let me help,” Wooyoung reached for you to rub firm and frantic circles against your clit, and you arched suddenly in response, your body trembling.

San clung to you, biting out a curse as he started to come, the combination of his frantic thrusts and Wooyoung’s fingers pushing you over the edge again. With your wrists pinned and your hips held in place, you struggled against the both of them as they held you down to ride out your orgasm. Only for Woo to come all over your tits.

Once you three came down from your high the heat within your cunt lingers until he pulls out, causing your mixed orgasms to spill from your now empty and lonely hole. San let you fall down onto Woo. Woo gently held you in his arms while San went to run the three of you a bath.

Once in the bath you we in Woo's arms and san was at the opposite side of the tub. They both took turns grazing over the marks they left, and getting you all clean before bringing you to bed with fresh new sheets. "m'so proud of you baby." San said before putting you in one of Woo's shirt. "We, both are baby." Woo kissed your head as they laid beside you with aton of snack and water on the night stand.

[eithielk]

Modern!Zuko x Reader

Summary: Your best friend's brother is quite annoying, but it's okay cause hes cute

You and Azula had been friends for a while, only knowing little about her family, you thought she only had one sibling, Kiyi. But as her brother returns after 3 years of being away, you are left completely shocked.

Azula invited you to her house over the weekends, her excuse? She deserved it, of course, why should she need a reason

You've been her friend for over 3 years or so, you met with her friends around 9th grade, and ever since, you four have been inseparable.

Despite being friends for so long, you didn't know much about her family, only that her mother, wasnt really in the picture.

Also the fact that she had one other sibling. Kiyi.

She was so nice, and honestly a polar opposite of Azula. You thought Kiyi was her one and only sibling— or so you thought.

"We can watch that stupid show Ty lee has been gushing about and–"

Zuko sat on the couch and looked at the group, feeling awkward as they stared back at him.

Giving it a few more seconds before he spoke up, "Azula, you didn't tell me you had guests."

"Why should I tell you"

Earning a groan from the boy, who looked at you briefly before standing up and leaving.

"Dont mind him Y/N, hes always grumpy" Ty lee assured me, but that wasnt really what I was thinking right now.

"You have a brother?"

"Yeah, didnt I mention it" she replied too casually.

"No? Not really.." OF COURSE NOT WOMAN, you mentally cursed yourself, but knowing Azula, it was best not to cause such a scene

"I dont think its much of an issue, hes not really relevant."

"Hes also off limits" Ty lee jumped in, making sure to nudge on Mai's arm.

This action didnt go unnoticed by Azula, who then proceeded to recall childhood memories of them.

"Oh yeah, Mai's got a huge crush on him" she laughed, "Frankly I don't see the appeal."

"Remember when we were young and we had Zuko push her in the water" Ty lee jumped in.

"He didnt push me, you guys made him do that" Mai retorted in defence, a faint blush appearing on her face

"How it happened isn't important, you two looked so silly" Azula laughed.

Later that evening the four of you decided on a game of truth or dare, childish but a classic.

"Y/N, truth or dare."

"Dare duh!"

"I dare you to scare my brother" Azula replied almost too quickly, like she already knew what my choice was.

As you tiptoed across the house, going downstairs to find Zuko on the couch.

Crawling behind the chair, you waited for a moment to strike when–

"What are you doing"

A voice crept behind me as I turned to see Zuko hovering over me

"What– Ouch, the fuck?" You landed on your butt, wincing at the pain you didnt notice Zuko offer his hand to you

"Why are you hiding behind the couch?"

"Its a dare okay, I was suppose to scare you."

"It'll take more than that to scare me" Zuko replied laughing.

I took his arm and stood up, still recovering from that embarrassingly low fall.

"Did Azula put you up for this?"

"Maybe, why?"

Zuko scoffed crossing his arms, "Why are you even friends with her in the first place"

"Why are you so curious in the first place? Hm?"

"You know what– why did I even bother" he groaned about to turn walk away.

"Wait– Im sorry, I didnt mean to come off as rude, Im just curious you know."

"Right.. well whatever, moments passed go back to your friends now." Zuko waved his hand as he turned around

Jerk.

When it was time to go to sleep, everyone drifted off slowly, while you lied there, awake.

It was harder for you to fall asleep, especially since you had trouble sleeping in new places.

Deciding to go downstairs to grab yourself something to drink, opting for a glass of milk.

Turning your head, you meet with Zukos eyes staring back at you.

"I– fuck sorry, I didnt see you." I grab my chest, feeling scared by his sudden appearance.

Zuko nodded and moved past me

Feeling a bit awkward in you two standing in silence, you tried to break it.

You cleared your throat, "Sorry about earlier.. again... Azula didn't tell me she had a brother.."

"Figures, she just acts like I dont exist."

"Can I ask why?"

"Cant you just finish your milk?"

His comment made me roll my eyes, "You're her brother alright." I retort back quietly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing"

Your response was met with a glare, he definitely heard that.

[theladybarnes]

DON’T YOU WANT ME, BABY? : CHAPTER FOUR

“Mistakes have been made.”

▸ summary: a happy reunion happens, but boy drama ruins it all ▸ characters: steve harrington, billy hargrove, max mayfield, & the party ▸ word count: 4.8k     ▸ warnings: angst, toxic exes, and general billy behavior ▸ series masterlist

The clock in Ms. Kelley’s office ticked loudly in the empty room, making you slightly more irritated as you continued to wait out for your counselor. 

 It was only a minute back to your group at gym class that Coach Duffer sent you to leave class early and go into the main office of the school. Something you didn’t think over until you were coming through the threshold with wet hair that soaked the top of your blouse. Could they not have given you at least a second to towel dry your hair?

 “Alright, Miss Henderson.” Ms. Kelley chimed as she entered the room. “While I’m always happy to see you, I’m afraid I’m a bit unsettled by today’s visit.” 

 “You and me both, Ms. Kelley. Which is why I think we should reconvene on better circumstances and call it a day!” you clapped, going as far as to pick up your bag from the floor. The cheery tone only caused her to raise a brow as she settled into her seat across from you. 

 “Miss Henderson, it’s clear to me that today was quite the off day for you. Did something happen before school? Are you feeling alright?”

 There was no good answer that you could give to the poor counselor. Was it the weird sex dream? The hangover? The boys who lie? How do you give her the gist of all that and come off as sane?

 Bringing your hand up, you rub gently at your chin. Normally in court, you would plead a case and go through a million questions before allowing the jury to come to a conclusion. But with Ms. Kelley playing judge, jury, and executioner, you had to go about this differently.

 “Guilty,” you sighed. “I’m not feeling well. And my severe actions deserve their proper consequences.” Leaning forward, you tilt your head towards the women, giving your best sorry face you could muster. “I’ll take whatever punishment you see fit.”

 The thought up answer didn’t seem to satisfy Ms.Kelley. In fact, it made her frown harder as she jotted down a few things on her notepad. “Ms. Henderson, you flipped off a teacher, yelled at two students, and hurt one with a basketball. You mean to tell me that you want to play all that off from not feeling well?”

 Sensing that there was a need for a small bit of honesty, you let out one piece of information that could hopefully close this case. “Well, that and some of the boys are spreading lies about the tellings of my personal sex life.” 

 Her jaw slacked a bit, pen falling to the side before she scrambled to pick it back up in her hand. “That is a serious accusation, Ms. Henderson. Are you sure that’s the reason?” 

 “Well, it’s definitely the main one.”

 A sour sort of look spread over her face and she looked between you and her notepad for a second before she tore off the paper and threw it in the trash can beside her. “I need you to apologize to Coach Duffer for the unsavory hand sign you gave him, and clean up the gym after practice today for Coach Troy for disrupting his class.”

 To say you were shocked was understatement, but you certainly don't question it as you stood up from your seat. Holding onto your bag tightly to leave before she changed her mind. “Sounds like a reasonable punishment, Ms. Kelley.” 

 “I also want to let you know you’re free to come talk to me if anyone else starts spreading more misinformation, okay?”

 “You got it, Ms. K!”

 You made your way over to the door, giving the woman a thankful wave as she called out one more request to you. 

 “And please don’t attack any more boys!”

  While Ms. Kelley had given you a break today, most of the day seemed to go on longer than you expected. During lunch you had a hard time finding Jonathan, needing to be with someone who isn't currently judging you. But that ended up being a bust. Then when it came around time for you to clean up the gym, Coach Troy seemed to purposely drag out practice. 

 Though you spent a good chunk of the day avoiding conversing with others, you couldn’t help but feel bad as you finished cleaning up. Most of the other students were a bit wary of you. Possibly worried they’d be the next target in your yelling spree. Although not everyone seemed to get the hint. Considering you did see Steve by your locker earlier that day. And while you’d like to maybe talk things over with him, it was best not to add fuel to that fire. 

 It was nearing the evening when you finally left the gym. The winter sky had turned dark blue due to the time change. Since Jonathan seemed to disappear from school grounds today, you were stuck taking the long way home. Something you’d definitely be complaining to him on the phone tonight.

 Just as you get on your bike and down the long driveway of the school, you’re about to pass the middle school’s joint hill when you first notice them. Or mostly notice her. The group you now know as your cousin’s “party” were all crowded together on the front steps. Each of them looked worried while the young girl looked confused. 

 “Maximilian! As I live and breathe!” 

 The boys all look over at you with a curious look before the redhead lets out a chuckled sort of gasp. “No way!” She said, rushing down the steps. “You’re here too?”

 Her body colliding with yours nearly took you off your bike, making you giggle as you wrapped your arms around her figure. It’s been quite a while since you’ve seen the young girl and you’re happy seeing her in different circumstances. 

 “Is this where you went to?!” Max exclaimed, moving to look you over. “You still look the same.”

 “Well moving would never stop me from looking good.”

 Giving her a once over, you smile at the sight of her slightly Tom boyish style seeping through in fall clothing. She was always more bright and sunny back in California. You wonder if she’s struggling with the cold as much as you did.

 “How the hell do you guys know each other?” Dustin blurted, stepping down the steps to join at your side. “And why are you at the school so late?”

 Frowning you point a finger at him sternly. “I’m here because it’s none of your business and I know her because she's from back home.” 

 “She used to date my step-brother before she dumped him.” 

 “You have a brother?” Mike asked, a familiar look of displeasure on his face as he crossed his arms. 

 “Step-brother.” you both corrected him. 

 Turning back to the others you can’t help but feel their tension. “Are you guys hanging out together?” Peeking, you notice someone missing. “Why are you guys here so late? Where’s Will?”

 Max scrunched her nose, pushing a fiery lock behind her ear. “I’m not hanging out with these guys. They were stalking me. And Will just—“ 

 She’s cut off with a harsh nudge from Dustin. The slight push caused her to bump into you, making you nearly trip off your bike. “Geez!” she whispered, looking over at him with wide eyes. You can’t help but notice that they’re keeping something from you.

 “Hmph,” you hummed, looking over at the group. “You guys are acting weirder than usual.” 

 Lucas stepped up with a sorry sort of smile on his face. “Uh we’re not, just worried about Will. His Mom had to come pick him up because he went into another weird episode.” The rest of the boys turned back into a slightly worried expression.

Jonathan had told you before how Will would become spacey sometimes, but lately it seemed like things were going backwards in his development. 

 Nodding your head, you place a hand down on Max’s shoulder, giving her a small smile. “He’s going through things. He'll be better in no time.” It wasn’t easy to lie to her, but considering you didn’t want to involve someone else in the mess from last year, you’d have to tough it out to protect her.

 “Considering we’re not clouded by smoke from Billy, I’m guessing you’re gonna take your board home.” 

 Max peered over your shoulder to see across where the parking lot was. “Asshole.” she muttered before looking back at you. “I guess I am.”

 Turning to the boys who were trying to huddle together, you pointed over to the bike rack. “Let’s get going! We’ll all ride together.” They all groaned a bit, hating the break up of their little get together. “Nuh uh, I won’t have any of that bitching, twerps. It’s gonna get dark and we don't need to be here a minute longer.” 

 Max ran back inside to quickly grab her backpack from her locker, leaving you alone with the boys for a second to quickly discuss what you couldn’t before. 

 “So, do you guys think Will is okay? I thought he was getting treatments or something down at the Lab?”

 “We have no clue.” Mike sighed, adjusting his footing on the bike pedal. “He was off on Halloween and today he totally seized out on us. I wish we just had some clear answer.” The other two boys nodded, looking back at the school door to spot out for Max. 

 “And what about Max?” you asked, catching their gazes again. “What is she doing in the mix of all this?”

 “Geez, you sound like you don’t want us to hang out with her.” Dustin scoffed, gripping onto his bike handle tightly. 

 “As much as I’d love for her to have friends she can punk around like you guys, I’m worried she might get involved in something that’s too big for her. Like you guys already are.”

 Mike frowned a bit at that. “She’s not a part of the party. Don’t worry.”

 There’s a slight disdain in Mike’s tone. Which you’re pretty familiar with, but it felt slightly unwarranted since he’s most likely known Max for less than a week. “Okay, noted.” you chuckled, making him shrug his shoulders.

 The heavy door creaked loudly as Max pushed her way out. Bright hair blowing in the wind as she placed the board down on the ground. “Alright, you guys okay?” she panted, noticing the change in the group’s demeanor. The boys gave you a glance before you smiled over at Max. 

 “Yup! Let’s get going!” You called out, turning your bike to lead the way. It was just in time to miss the look of suspicion from her blue eyes.

  To your surprise, when you finally got home with Dustin, Tina had been waiting on the phone. Wanting to hear the details of what happened after you left the gym class. Mostly because the rumor mill must have had some missing details.

 Your vague answers did little to satisfy her, but she was willing enough to share the news of Billy having come over to them at lunch. Claiming he wanted to spend some time with Vicki that day. It would seem he was finally over you and therefore making Tina accept you back into her inner circle for now.

 The phone call left you with a sort of sick feeling.

 After a few attempts of trying to call Jonathan, you gave up for the night. Eating dinner quickly to get into bed early that night. All you could hope for was tomorrow being a better day without any trouble.

  “Did you hear about your little weirdo and Nancy Wheeler?”

 You had barely been able to get your book out of the locker when Tina and Vicki came into your line of vision. “No, can’t say I know what you’re talking about.” The brunette raised a brow, leaning against the metal door with a slight smirk.

 “Some say they ditched early the other day. Left around lunch.”

 “Others say they ran away together because they’re secretly in love!” Vicki giggled.

 You stole a glance over to the locker beside you. Usually you managed to avoid the girl when getting your books, but now and then you’d see her there. But now that you’ve thought about it, it’s been three periods and you haven’t even seen her or Jonathan yet.

 “I doubt that’s what’s going on.”

 “Enlighten us, babydoll.” said a deep, agitating, grating voice. 

 The metal locker door creaked as he slowly shut it to reveal Billy’s face. The toothy grin plastered on his face as he annoyingly chewed gum loudly. “The girls and I have been trying to figure it out since first period.” 

 The other two giggled a bit, even going as far to twirling a piece of their hair as they nodded eagerly. Unfortunately, with the lack of contact from either person, you couldn’t give any of them the truth.

 “They’re friends. Probably skipped the day to go hang out.” you shrugged, trying to play it off coolly. “Is that suddenly a crime?” 

 The two girls seemed slightly to agree before Billy scooted in closer, placing his arm across your shoulder as he leaned in to you. “We both know that Wheeler recently dumped Harrington too. You mean to tell me she’s not trying to rebound onto this Jonathan guy?”

 Did Nancy break up with Steve? Was the reason why he had been crying at the party? Had it been yesterday when she went into the gym after you left? 

 Something in your face must have given off the confusion because suddenly the two girls are giggling at you. Playfully pushing at your shoulder. “It seems not even Byers’ only friend would know what the hell is going on.” Vicki said, making Tina smirk slightly in amusement. 

 “Poor thing.” Billy cooed. “I should help her catch up. We’ll see you guys at lunch.” he winked, waving them off with his free hand. You silently pleaded with your eyes, even shaking your head a bit to get them to stay. But the two giggled at Billy, ignoring your pleas as they waved goodbye to the two of you. Billy finally released you from his grip, allowing you to take a small step back. He remained cocky as he slid to lean against the locker.

 “What is your damage, Billy? Since when do you care about gossip?”

 “I care when it involves our friends.”

 “God, they are not your friends.” you spat, rolling your eyes. “They’re like your obsessed followers.” 

 The comment made him chuckle, rubbing his hands together in front of him as he gave off a meek shrug. “What can I say? They adore me here. Not like they have anyone else to look up to considering Harrington is nothing but a loser these days.”

 Something didn’t sit right with you to hear Billy talk about Steve that way. He didn’t know why he had fallen out with his friends. And while he wasn’t sitting with the same group of people, there were some who still held him in high regard. So why did Billy’s words bother you so much?

 “So,  if the competition is low, why bother with checking out rumors that don’t mean squat to you?”

 “Well for one, competition is still competition. And two,” Billy leaned in, a dark cast over his light eyes as he pointed a finger at you. “because it matters to you.”

 You frowned down at his finger. “It doesn’t matter to me. I hate the guy. Anyone will tell you that.”

 “And yet he likes you.”

 There was no way in hell Billy did not hit his head on the way into Indiana. Because at this point in time, even a child could tell that Steve Harrington only had eyes for Nancy Wheeler. Shaking your head, you look at Billy skeptically. “You’ve been here less than a week and think that?” you laughed, turning to go towards your next class. “I think you need a new informant because he is definitely not into me.”

 “I have eyes, no need for clarification.” he sighed. “I’ve also been told by Tommy that you like him too. Since you came into town.”

 Your sneakers squeak against the floor as you quickly turn to face Billy. Eyes glaring hard on him. “Tommy Hagan was practically trying to get real estate up Steve Harrington’s ass last year and you want to believe one of his deranged rumors?”

 “He says you were practically all over him despite his attempts to get with Nancy.”

 Laughing loudly, you shake your head at the boy. “I hung out with Tommy and his scheming girlfriend for one week and they came up with that shit?” Billy only stared at you with his calculating eyes, trying to pick out the lie in your words like he usually did with others. But you know him well enough now to cover up what you didn’t need for him to know.

 “The three of them were assholes and I was done with all their bullshit by the weekend. When they figured I wasn’t going to hang out with them anymore, they decided to campaign against me.” 

 “Because you’re so worth lying about?” Billy asked, cocking his head to the side.

 “What can I say, Billy? People tend to act a certain way when it comes to me.” 

 Your words seem to work because Billy chuckled lightly, nodding his head a bit before he extended a hand towards the direction you were going before. “Just thought I’d ask about it. I’m only looking out, babydoll.” The nickname made you cringe lightly. 

 “Well I don’t need you to look out for me.”

 “Oh I know,” he smirked, waving you off. Not waiting for your leave, he turned to walk down the opposite direction. But not without giving you what felt like a warning.

 “I’m looking out for me.”

  As of this week, the school day left you falling into a funk. Not only were most of your friends icing you out because of Billy, but Jonathan really did skip out on the day. Leaving your lunch plans practically dead. 

 It wasn’t until you were inside the cafeteria, holding a plastic food tray tightly in your hands that you suddenly felt ill. 

 Never in all your high school life had you been such an outcast. You had so many friends back home. But as of right now, the idea of being friends with anyone felt like a risk. Were they going to leave you too? Was there anyone you could trust anymore?

 Not one for letting your real emotions show, you cock your head up, ignoring some of the leering eyes of the student body as you made your way to one of the center tables that had been abandoned. You’d eat quickly, but confidently. With no signs of discomfort on your face. That way no one could get the satisfaction of thinking they made you feel bad.

 You pulled out a magazine from your bag, placing it down in front of you so that you could keep your attention focused on something other than the students around you. But just as you had begun to eat into the school’s overheated pizza slice, another person slid on the seat across from you.

 “We need to talk.”

 You kept your eyes down on the page rereading the same paragraph of the quiz ‘who your celeb soulmate is’ as you ignored the boy across from you. “Don’t really see what we have to talk about.” you mused, turning the page for results. 

 “Would the fact that everyone keeps talking about us not be good enough reason?” 

 “Nope.” You drawed out, frowning down at the paper. “Damn, I got Tom Cruise. I wanted Michael J. Fox.”

 The magazine is snatched from your line of vision. Making you snap your head up to finally look at your unwanted guest. “Give that back, Steve! I have to find out if Tom Cruise likes what I do!” 

 Steve folded the paper over, giving you an exasperated look before leaning in close. “You can figure all that out later. We gotta get these rumors under control.” 

 Blowing air through your nose, you keep your composure under control as you begin to pick at your lunch. Eating bits of the pizza with your fork. “Us sitting together is just gonna make things worse.” 

 “That’s what I’m talking about! We should be able to do things like sit next to each other without it meaning anything.” 

 Leaning back against your chair, you raise a brow at Steve. “Well, get Nancy to help clear some of the air. She’s a part of this as much as we are.” 

 His face fell at the mention of the girl. Suddenly emotional, he reached over to your lunch, ripping a chunk of pizza off as he chewed on it harshly. “We can’t go to Nancy right now.” 

 Glaring at the now torn off piece, you try and move past his sudden indulging of your lunch. “Well no, I know she’s not here today. But tomorrow..”

 “No, we can’t go to Nancy right now because..she and I are fighting.” 

 “Okay, so make up with her.”

 “It’s not that easy, trouble.” 

 Something was telling you that you’d regret going on with this conversation but your curiosity had a better hold on you than you thought. “Well why the hell not? You guys are practically making out in the hallway these days. Just bring her flowers and make up already.” 

 Steve, having grown more annoyed, leaned towards the table, brows furrowed as he spoke softly. “I can’t just make up with her because she thinks we killed Barb.” 

 Pushing your tray aside, you move to lean close to him. Not wanting to risk anyone hearing the conversation now. “What the hell do you mean? Is this why you were crying the other night?!” you hissed. 

 “I was not crying…but yes. Among other things.”

 “Like what?”

 He looked hesitant at first before he dived into a brief explanation of the night. And you were unfortunately correct on them being off from the start. But you really didn’t expect the last part. “..Apparently, we were never in love, I’m bullshit, and now she’s run off with Jonathan out of town.”

“Shit.” you said, reeling back a bit. The two of you have a bit of a stare down as you try to think of how exactly you were supposed to reply to that. While you had your own problems with Steve. 

 What Nancy was blaming him for was unfair. No one could have figured that Barb would be taken by a demogorgon that night. It was just a party, where stupid teens were supposed to make stupid decisions. How could the blame be on either of them for something that wasn’t even a part of this world?

 “I’m sorry,” reaching out, you placed your hand gingerly on top of his. Feeling the warmth from his palms as his fingers twitched from the contact. “It’s not your fault..I hope you know that.”

 Steve’s lips parted slightly, words being suddenly taken from him as his gaze moved between your hand and your face. Turning the hand over, he gently allowed your fingers to slip into his. Only for a second before he gave a squeeze. “Thanks.”

 Figures that the one time you’re actually having something of a nice moment with Steve it has to do with you comforting him about Nancy. But a small selfish part of you is lingering onto the way his touch feels to you right now. 

 “I know I’m probably the last person you think would suggest this. But maybe we can find a way to figure out where Nancy and Jonathan are. Help figure out what mess they’ve gotten into-”

 “You know Harrington. When I mentioned leaving behind some girls for you, I wouldn’t have expected you go after my girl of all people.” The chair beside you screeches loudly as Billy plops down beside you. The strong scent of his Aramis making you nearly gag as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Steve is quick to drop your hand as he leaned back in his chair, glaring over at Billy.

 “Okay, first off. I am not your girl. Second, what the hell are you on about, Billy?” Pushing his arm off, you turn a bit to face him. Though his tone was playful, you couldn’t help but notice the familiar look of fire behind his eyes. He was upset.

 “Lover boy here is obviously having some relationship problems as we’ve discussed.”

Steve’s brown eyes snapped to you, giving you a questioning look as Billy went on. “I thought I gave him some humbling advice but he clearly ran off with it.” 

 “God, do you ever stop talking?” Steve muttered in disbelief. 

 “No, he lacks the capacity to have any sort of tact.” 

 “Others would say I'm just brutally honest.” Billy interjected, attempting to make a point. But all you and Steve did was scoff in reply. 

 Scooting your chair away from his side, you turned to face him better. Not needing to be plagued by his close scent anymore. “What asinine advice did you give Steve?”

 “Easy, I told him there was plenty of girls–”

 “Not the word I remember hearing.”

 Billy blinked hard, nose flaring before he went on. “That he should move on and find some other bitch to help him forget Wheeler.” The harsh words made your face twist uncomfortably. “And like I mentioned before, I didn’t think he’d do that with you of all people.”

 You couldn’t help but recall the conversation you had with Billy earlier in the hall. His comments about Steve possibly liking you felt so out of pocket. Even now, right before he had come in and invaded your conversation. All you and Steve were doing was talking about how upset he was because of Nancy.

 “Who she talks to is none of your business.” Steve said suddenly. “From what she’s told me, she dumped you last year, leaving you a mess back in California.” 

 “Oh is that what she said?” Billy asked, followed with a dark chuckle that you knew was being led to a worse reaction. “What else do you suddenly know about her?”

 “I know she’s obviously grossed out by you and yet all you’ve done since you’ve gotten here is invade her space, man. It’s like you aren’t getting the hint.” Steve countered, almost leaning across the whole table with how close he got.

 “Really! You of all people are able to grasp hints all of a sudden!”

 “Believe me, I’m not the only one seeing the signs. She’s practically crawling away from you every time you’re by her.”

 “And just how many times are you watching whenever I talk with her? She’s my girlfriend!”

 “She’s not!”

 “ENOUGH!” you yelled, suddenly pushing your chair back. The cafeteria deafens as the students around you notice the drama that's at your table. “I’ve about had it with you two!” 

 Both boys’ jaws dropped as they noticed your sudden anger. It wouldn’t be the first time that either one of them has dealt with your fury and from the way they act it certainly wouldn’t be the last. And while you hated the idea of having an audience, you could not hold back anymore.

 “For the last and final time, Billy. I am NOT your girlfriend. You’re an egotistical man-whore who needs a god damn reality check! Leave me the hell alone!” The blonde nearly paled through his tan complexion as his eyes flickered to those around him. 

 Your gaze turned to Steve, making him nearly jump in his seat as his face almost mirrored the same look from last year when you gave him a piece of your mind. And while the anger wanted to come out, a part of you held back. “We’re not friends.” The words felt heavy when you saw Steve’s face fall. “I don’t need you to defend me and I definitely don’t need you to speak for me.”

 Turning the students around you, you cock your chin out, letting out a calm breath before speaking again. “Shows over, assholes!” And with that the other students quickly diverted their attention back to their meals, not willing to be the next target in your tirade. 

 Grabbing your bag from the table, you quickly gather your tray, and push in your chair. Steve defeatedly holds up the magazine to you, making you swallow at the sight before you snatched it from his hands. 

 The stress of dealing with petty high school drama was beginning to get the best of you. And for the second time in your life, you’re walking away from telling off Steve Harrington. And like last time, it’s left you questioning just how you really felt about him.

a/n: pls be kind. this chapter was such a struggle for me 🥹 

[winterweary]

Barbatos 🌂

Okay so forgive me because all I could think of when I saw this was how much Barbatos probably enjoys the musical Singin' in the Rain. I feel like he secretly (not so secretly?) is a huge broadway/live theater fan. He certainly has memorized the main dance number.

So I'm using this as an excuse to do an entirely indulgent Bros + Extras HC post:

What is their favorite musical?

Lucifer: Les Misérables. Happy endings where? He appreciates the nuanced plot and relates to all the bullshit the leads have to deal with. He gets teary at the end but will never let a soul see. Except perhaps you. Perhaps.

Mammon: Newsies. A bunch of scrappy up start business boys coming together to demand some extra coin for their hard work? What’s not to like? I mean, if you asked him he’d deny enjoying musicals at all, but we’ve all heard him singing the lyrics under his breath.

Leviathan: Six. History but turned into an idol concert? His dream. For a period he got way into learning everything there was to know about Henry VIII’s six wives and he and Satan were insufferable, spouting facts to anyone who would listen.

Satan: Phantom of the Opera. A classic, and for a reason. He admires the impact it had on contemporary theater and he claims to relate to the Phantom…but you know better. Once he admitted to you that his real favorite was Wicked, and you suspect he sees himself in Elphaba more than he may be ready to admit.

Asmodeus: Chicago, of course. Razzle Dazzle? When You’re Good to Mama? CELL BLOCK TANGO? This is the most Asmo-coded musical to ever grace the stage. You know he’s just WAITING for the excuse to force his brothers to dress up and perform with him. He'd be satisfied if you'd settle for a private performance as well.

Beelzebub: Beel has a hard time with live theater, because it’s a long time to sit without any concessions to get him through. Watching a performance on TV or as a movie though he’s happy with. His personal favorite is Peter Pan. He likes the Lost Boys the best, a group of brothers all happy together (and Wendy too of course). Also, he knows it doesn't count...but that food scene in Hook? Nice.

Belphegor: Heathers. What can he say, he likes the bitchiness. Also he always thought J.D kinda had a point. He likes to imagine that he and Veronica blow up the school and run away together to live happily ever after in a sort of a twisted Bonnie and Clyde way. Anyway, how about those uniforms? Any chance of you wearing one of those sometime ha ha…?

Diavolo: The Lion King. Oh man oh man Diavolo loves The Lion King. Does he frequently tease Barbatos (and sometimes Lucifer) about being his Zazu? Absolutely. Was Nala his first not-so-secret crush? Oh yes. Does he wish he had a dad like Mufasa? …Well, let’s not worry about that. Diavolo loves every minute of the play, but he openly weeps at the end when Simba takes his place as king.

Barbatos: Singin’ in the Rain. The classic aesthetic, themes of struggling with adjustment in a changing world, a triumphant ending...it's a bit of an escapism pleasure for Barbatos. Not to mention, he's happy for any excuse to dress up and go out on the town with you on his arm.

Solomon: Moulin Rouge. Solomon is a romantic at heart, but he’s a romantic who knows that all too often, romances are tragedies wearing a mask. He enjoys indulging in the sweetness of the love story, the hopeful crescendo, before the fall into the reality of loss. He finds it depressing in a comforting way, like an old friend waving hello from across the street. As time with you goes on however, he finds it’s becoming harder to watch through to the end…Perhaps Beauty and the Beast is more to his new tastes?

Simeon: Waitress. Simeon, like Lucifer and Solomon, enjoys the bittersweetness. He likes that it doesn’t shy away from the messiness of human connection. As an angel, it’s fascinating, like a fruit he can never know the flavor of. However, unlike the other men, Simeon likes a happy ending, and the ending of Waitress makes him choke up for different reasons. If Luke asks, however, his favorite is Matilda.

Luke: Annie. Little kids being rascals and naughty with the sweetness of a tender adoption story? It makes him feel warm and fuzzy (and mischievous) every time. Knows all the words to every song though he won’t admit it in front of Mammon.

[bengiyo]

Hello hello ~~

Through wen-kexing-apologist's recent post about The Birdcage (which seems to come from your syllabus for baby gays) I got to the original series of reblogs which resulted in said syllabus. I read most of it (not everything because Real Life has my time hostage), and as someone who has seen her fare share of queer media I have now a pretty long to watch list.

As you wrote about how you enjoyed the romance of queer media I have a question.

Recently I have come across a Netflix movie trailer called Love at First Sight. With such a basic trope as a name I checked it out hoping the title to be misleading and to see something surprising in the plot. The disappointment I felt when by the end of it I realized it was exactly what the title sold: the most basic boy meets girl and they have to look for each other throughout the whole movie.

One of the things I really appeciate about queer media (and mainly BL probably) is the possibility to explore different kinds of romances and emotions. Both positive and negative. From Not Me to Heartsopper to Double Mints. I feel that being "out of the norm" they explore such emotions and situations in a more interesting and relatable way (and add to that that I, as a woman, cannot stand women characters making a 360º personality change once they fall in love)

So here's my question: what unusal or out of the ordinary romances would you like to see more of in BLs/queer shows/etc?

I personally would like romances with disabled characters to be more explored (I'm really looking forward to Last Twilight) or polyamory. Also more GL.

I admit this might be a very biased ask, it comes 100% from my subjective view, and I have yet to watch most of the movies in your syllabus for Baby Gays.

Anyway, I hope you have a great day and that this long ask won't bother you ❤

Well look at this ask! Let me get into this!

The Syllabus is on a Google Doc

First, I sincerely appreciate you watching me and @shortpplfedup go back and forth about stuff. For yours and others' convenience, I did put the Queer Cinema Syllabus in a Google Doc for @wen-kexing-apologist

Some Recommendations

If you're looking for a film with a disabled protagonist and also a bit about women, I would recommend checking out Margarita With a Straw (2014), Sleep With Me (2022) (I watched on Gaga), or if you're willing to tolerate hets Isa Pa With Feelings (2019) (currently on Netflix) or Silent (2022) (Viki)

If you're interested in more polyamory, I genuinely think that Quaranthings Season 2 (2021) does some really fascinating stuff worth checking out. We had complicated feelings about Me, My Husband, and My Husband's Boyfriend (2023), but I liked it.

What do I want though?

I think this is a harder question for me to answer than I was expecting. I see myself as a guest when I'm watching a lot of content from Southeast Asia. I will voice my opinion on what I like and don't like, what I'm taking from these shows, and how they're affecting me. However, I don't really consider myself the target audience. I watch the shows as legally as possible and help generate engagement, but the "interfans" they care about are the English-speaking Asians in their region, not really me I feel like.

So when I think about what I want, I don't feel a yearning for any of the BL-producing Asian countries' film industries to make it for me.

I want to see the shit I like in the West get made. I want to see Black queer people presented complexly (Here is my regular plug for For The Boys). I'm a fat black gay nerd. The last time I saw a fat black gay nerd that I liked in an American production was Fire Island (2022).

I'm a 33-year Star Trek fan who still thinks we need more GAYS IN SPACE. I'd like to see more productions like Sort Of (2021- ) where complex queer friend and social groups navigate just existing in the world and finding love and meaning. I'd like to see less of reboots of classic shows like Queer as Folk be about a horrifying mass death event in the city I live in and the spaces I frequent (I refuse to link to it).

I want to see TJ Klune's, Ginn Hale's, or Lynn Flewelling's works adapted to series. I would like to see more wide release queer shit in the West not be overwhelmingly about fit, attractive, young white guys.

I want distribution for queer stories to not always have to go through four years of distribution hell because of the film festival circuit.

I want the West to try to make BL! I don't care if it feels cheap on the front end. I just wish more of us would be willing to throw support behind web shows. We did it for Awkward Black Girl! We can do it again!

This is turning into rambling, so I'll say that I don't necessarily have strong feelings about what I absolutely need to see. I like connecting with the specific humanity of stories, especially if they're about queer people. I didn't know I needed Moonlight (2016) until I saw it. I didn't know I needed Make the Yuletide Gay (2009) or Black Sails (2014-2017) until I watched them.

I just want more people with ideas to get a chance to turn them into something cool for us.

What about the rest of you? Please tag me if you have things you're hoping for.

[rifts-of-fanfic]

Falling Rifts: The Inquisition

Chapter 8: The Chargers

It felt sudden, the move from my group of recruits to a mercenary band. I wasn’t officially one of the Chargers, but as the days turned to weeks and the Herald hadn’t returned, The Iron Bull spent most of the day training me, promising we would spar when I showed improvement. He claimed he was just bored, and I believed that, but the pride in his voice when I beheaded my first training dummy was unmistakable.

Commander Cullen stopped letting us use the training dummies after that.

Slowly, the rest of the Chargers warmed up as well. Krem had been the first to invite me to drinks in the tavern one night. He introduced me to the rest of the group, something Bull hadn’t yet done, and nudged me into conversation. He laughed the hardest at my jokes, always made sure my voice was heard. After awhile, he started showing up to my training as well, pestering Bull to teach me one move or another.

The training itself was taxing, and the soreness that I thought I had overcome returned in full force. Bull pushed me harder than Cullen ever had. But he was right, the broad axe that he had found for me felt more natural than the shield ever had. Suddenly, I was improving in strides rather than struggling with the same move for weeks at a time.

I went to see Beth and Stephen whenever I could. Beth was still sour that I had left the recruit training, even when I repeated to her that I was still part of the army. Stephen was kinder about it, but it took a week for him to lose the sad mopey look of being abandoned. I could relate, and I refused to do that to them. I could see our friendship slipping without the camaraderie of being together all the time, though.

Cullen would check in every now and again, his ever-present responsibility over his charges guiding him to the field Bull and I practiced on every few days. Each time, Bull would chase him off with some good-natured banter about the best way to train recruits.

The next time the Herald returned, I lost track of how long she’d been gone. I barely noticed when she slipped into the tavern. Krem had organized a drinking game amongst the Chargers, unbeknownst to Iron Bull. Every time Bull would say something in Qunlat, everyone would groan and drink. If he said a full sentence, which was mostly guessed at due to everyone’s limited knowledge of the language, we would have to finish our drinks. After the first three mugs, I took Krem’s advice and switched to water. By the time the fifth mugs were emptied, everyone else had, too.

The Herald approached Iron Bull, and only then did I notice her presence. She whispered something in his ear, and he shook his head.

“Not tonight,” he said loudly, “Tonight is for my boys. Tomorrow you can drag me across the wilderness.”

The Herald rolled her eyes. During that eye roll, her eyes must have passed over me, and she furrowed her brow as she looked back to me.

“Hi,” I said with a small wave. I turned back to Krem, fully intending to rejoin the discussion. But they had all turned to Iron Bull.

“You mean drag us across the wilderness,” Krem challenged.

He shook his head. “No, Krem, this one’s for me alone. Just a small group.”

As Krem argued back, the Herald grabbed my arm gently. “Come with me?” she asked.

I shrugged, emptying my mug, even though it was just water at this point, and followed her out of the tavern. This time, she led me into the Chantry, into a room that looked nearly untouched. The bed was made neatly and a coating of dust covered every surface. I guessed, from the lack of use, this was her room.

“What’s up?” I asked as she closed the door behind us. She had developed a furtive look, always glancing over her shoulder.

She sat on the bed and gestured for me to do the same. As it was the only seat in the room, I complied. “So… you’re a Charger now?” She looked worried.

I sighed. “Not this again. First the army, now the mercenaries.”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t… it’s fine. I was just curious.”

“No, I’m not with the Chargers,” I explained, “Just training with Iron Bull.”

She looked surprised. “How did you get Iron Bull to train you?”

I shrugged. “He offered. He was bored. You were gone a long time.” I felt bad as soon as I said it. When I was hurting, it felt like a release to throw that in her face. This time, I stated it as a matter of fact, but I could see it still cut deep. I cleared my throat. “But what’s been going on? More successful missions?”

Adder wiped her hand down her face. “Ugh, not really. You know how it is, you go in expecting demons and get missing Grey Wardens instead.”

I did not know how it was. But I nodded encouragingly.

“And I come back from the Storm Coast,” she said, then sighed, “Again. And now there’s supposed to be a Grey Warden in the Hinterlands. Of course we couldn’t have stumbled into him the last two times we went. So the council decides it’s best to send me in person to find him.”

“The council?” I asked.

She waved a hand. “Oh, you know. Josephine, Cullen, Leliana, Cassandra. My council of concerned parents. ‘Go do this, Herald. Go find that, Herald. Did you clean your room, Herald?’”

We both looked around the room. She laughed first and I joined, a good true laugh.

“Okay, maybe I’m not so great at the room cleaning,” she conceded.

“That’s okay, you should see the Charger’s base. Looks like a bachelor pad,” I joked. Krem had dragged in an old cot to the crowded barn they took over and added it to the group, my own home away from home. I spent most nights there now.

“I can only imagine,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Temporary base camps are bad enough, but at least they’re kept clean for the next group of soldiers.”

“So this warden,” I pressed.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh right. Some guy named Blackwall. Every other warden in the country seems to have disappeared. But then this guy is just in the Hinterlands, practically under our noses. And Leliana wants answers, you know, she hates not knowing things. Where have the wardens gone? Why can’t any of her spies find them? And who is this Blackwall guy?”

“Wait, all the wardens are gone? Literally all of them?” I asked. From the stories I heard, the Grey Wardens were pretty important to keep around. Supposedly, they held the secret to stopping the Blight, which weirdly kept happening every hundred or so years. “Isn’t that… kind of bad?”

“Very bad,” Adder agreed. “And suspicious. And if this guy has any answers at all, it’s kind of important we find him.” She sighed. “As much as I dread another trek out to the Hinterlands.”

“What’s it like? The Hinterlands?” I asked.

Adder described it to me. The forests, the farms, the mountains. It sounded similar to Haven, but filled with more turmoil. As I asked more questions, she shared her journeys elsewhere. To the always-rainy mountains of the Storm Coast. To the city of Orlais, with its grand architecture and masked citizens. It felt nice to hear that her time away had real purpose, that maybe we weren’t all just stuck in Haven waiting on the end of the world. Like maybe we were preparing for saving it instead.

After awhile, when the conversation dwindled on its own, I stood to leave. “Thank you for, you know, just talking,” I said.

She looked at me curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Just that this was nice. Come find me when you get back from the Hinterlands. I’ll buy you a drink or something,” I promised.

She nodded. “I’ll do that. I expect you’ll find an exciting new career by then you can tell me about. I mean, what comes after the Chargers?”

I laughed. “Maybe I’ll start working with Leliana. You’ll just have to see.”

With that, I made my way back to my bed with the Chargers. I still thought of my cot at the encampment as home, but I couldn’t face them tonight. I was too important for Beth. With my newfound skills with two-handed axes, I realized Stephen and I didn’t have much in common anymore. I promised myself I’d reconnect with them soon. Just not tonight.

Iron Bull stood outside the barn, leaning on the wall. He uncrossed his arms as I neared.

“There you are,” he said, “I thought you’d spend all night with the Herald.”

I braced myself for the incoming innuendo, as was the usual response from Bull and his Chargers. But none came. He looked serious.

“I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” he said.

I nodded. “I know. I’ll go back to recruit duties tomorrow, but I’ll try to keep up on my train-”

“You’re coming with,” he interrupted.

For a moment I just stared at him. Then, I asked, “You mean, the Chargers are going and I’m coming with?”

He shook his head, his great horns tapping against the barn wall. “No, bas. Just you. It’s time you proved yourself in real battle.”

Before I could argue, he retired to the barn. As I stood gaping, I heard his snores start rumbling. He always fell asleep quickly.

But taking me to the Hinterlands? And without telling the Herald. I swallowed my nerves and was left with a mischievous excitement. Oh, this was going to be good.

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

BATMAN | BAT FAMILY (assorted canon)

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“Long Overdue” (Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

| Reader was with Bruce in the past but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on an ambush when they’re overwhelmed. -Jason and Batmom!Reader reunion.

| SFW, canon typical action, Reader & Bruce are divorced, -angry!reader & Caribbean-American!Reader (kinda)

| This is like half fanon half UTRH/Batman:Hush. I’m really just fucking around with canon rn. Also the pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source: Gotham Knights video game)

| 1k+ words

| parts: one, spurt, two, three, four, five, six/six point five, seven. (series masterlist)

“Baaats!”

At Dick’s pointed tone, thrown across the battlefield as he’s cornered by six of Black Mask’s and Penguin’s combined men, Bruce clenches his teeth harder.

“Ah shit.” Jason throws one goon into two more with a grunt. “If golden boy’s getting panicky, what’s that mean for the rest of us?”

Dick takes two guys out with an escrima stick.

“Har har, Hood.”

Jason shrugs from the other side of the factory floor, looking increasingly more frustrated and likely to abandon Bruce’s ‘no gun’ stipulation for their shared mission as he’s ganged up on.

“This really isn’t looking good, Bats.”

Barbra’s voice coming into his earpiece just adds to the steady growth of gray hairs on his head. Bruce brings his hands up to block the swing of a crowbar from a man wearing a crude approximation of Black Mask’s face.

“Give me a status update, Oracle.”

“To put it eloquently? You’re fucked.”

Her forced glibness makes Dick throw out another pointed call of his name and Jason cackle. Bruce just sighs.

“What are you suggesting?”

He regrets asking immediately after he does at Barbara's next words.

“Well, with Batgirl away, Robin out, and Gordon and the rest of the GCPD running interference to keep the victims away from Mask’s remaining men I’m saying you hit the emergency backup button.”

Bruce grunts as he goes down to swipe two mens’ feet from under them, cape swishing in a low arc behind him and then catching the air as he pushes himself up and punches another out.

“No.”

There’s a groan in his earpiece.

“I really think now’s the time to practice the humility we’ve been working on, B!”

“I wish you luck with that,” Jason grunts before a quiet: “Fuck it.”

Bruce braces himself for the onslaught of bullets from his second son when the sound of the large skyline window shattering echoes around the spacious room. A figure drops in following the cascade of glass.

The whole room seems to pause, then, during which the figure rises out of their crouch.

“Oh holy shit,” falls past Jason's mouth before they start moving.

In the rush of the night and with the distance between the last time he saw you, Jason might not recognize your voice, but Bruce does immediately.

“Oracle! Explain, now.”

Barbara’s voice is unbothered as she speaks.

“First, the next time you demand an answer from me you can do your own recon, and Second, you need the help so I don’t want to hear it.”

“Yeah Bruce,” your voice in his ear causes him to take an unceremonious hit to the abdomen. “Respect the woman. She’s the reason I’m over here saving your pompous ass.”

As Bruce backtracks from the man and catches the guy's leg when he goes to kick him, you’re already moving. You dodge in and out of groups of men, using your momentum to get them on the ground and not letting them get back up.

He throws his assailant to the floor.

“I thought you said you didn’t want anything to do with Gotham?”

You kick a woman into him and he catches and electrocutes her before dropping her to the ground.

“I said that about you not Gotham, and Nightwing’s here so I had to come,” you counter.

Bruce grunts as you get low to strike a man in the knee caps with your baton and then bowl him over.

Nightwing and you end up back to back between one blink and the next and Bruce can already feel a headache coming on as he takes out four more goons.

“I for one am very happy you're here, Nightfall.”

Jason snorts from off to the side, already spurred back into action, but blessedly with his guns holstered, and punches a person's nose in.

The crunch reverberates over the coms.

“Of course your name’s Nightfall. You fit right goddamn in.”

You laugh, it makes his heart clench. It’s been almost a year since the last time he saw you well (he’d seen you at Stephanie’s funeral but you’d fervently ignored him), and the last full conversation you’d had hadn’t exactly ended amicably between the two of you.

It’s like it’s five years ago - back when you still worked together - as the fight begins to rapidly turn in their favor. Where the droves of goons had seemed endless minutes ago they were now getting smaller and sloppier.

You were an unexpected obstacle and Bruce’s sure whatever sorry canon fodder Mask and Pinguine had scrounged up weren’t old enough to know who you were, let alone how to anticipate how you fought.

Hell, Bruce had grown familiar with you over the course of several years and the night you left your hit had still managed to catch him off guard.

It’s as things are slowing down that the other side throws their own curveball. A shot rings out, it’s not Jason’s, and then all of a sudden you’re a blur in front of him as you shove Hood out of the way.

Bruce’s breath catches in his throat when a pained whimper comes from one of you and he’s running before he’s fully realized it, Dick at his side.

He stops and kneels next to the two of you, quickly assessing that the bullet meant for Jason is now embedded in your arm. The compromise in your suit should make seeing the skin underneath easy but the bullet wound gushes crimson over whatever brown that could’ve been showing. The only good part was that Bruce could also see an exit wound. He doesn’t think as he reaches out.

You knock his hands away, “I’m fine, Bats.”

“You’re bleeding,” he forces out.

Even behind the mask the look you shoot him is nasty.

“I’m fully well aware,” you stretch out your shoulder and wince before forcing yourself to your feet. “I’m competent enough to tell that much.”

“I never said you weren’t.”

He watches you split your attention between him and a now getting up Hood.

“Oh, but aren’t you always on some holier than thou bullshit?”

Your voice turns sickly sweet and Bruce sighs.

“Now’s not the time for your petulance, you need to get that checked.”

Holding your arm you slowly turn fully to him with a tilt of your head.

“Excuse me?”

Bruce clenches his eyes shut and forces himself to stop reacting and to start thinking. He’s not going to get you anywhere if he makes you feel stupid. Talking to you like he does the kids has never once worked (and if he was being honest with himself it didn’t work on them either), he’s just operating on emotion.

When he opens his eyes again you're still staring at him, hip cocked and the weight of your glare firmly in place. No distance, it seemed, was going to stop him from being able to read you.

He doesn’t get a chance to speak before snickering distracts everyone though.

As a collective you, him, and Dick turn towards where Jason is struggling to contain himself. He waves you all off.

“No no, don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying someone not treating B like he’s God for once.”

Off to the side Dick starts to grumble before you move to watch Jason. Your point is almost accusatory as you indicate the gun clad man with no affiliate insignia on his chest.

“Who are you again?”

It’s mean, your tone icy as you look him up and down.

Jason stops laughing.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean, lady?”

You and the 19 year old go rigid as you stare one another down. Jason looks like he’s about to get vindictive any second and you look seconds away from tearing him and Bruce a new asshole, never mind that you just took a bullet for him.

It’s Dick, as per usual, who saves them all.

“Alright, how about we all just take a breath. Batman needs to go deal with the cops, who according to Oracle have finally gotten here. Nightfall it was nice to have you back, however briefly. And Hood, chill.” From where he’s planted himself between you and Jason he mimics taking a deep breath. “Everybody just chill.”

As the both of you start gearing up to go Bruce finds his voice.

“You should all come down to the cave to get checked up,” his jaw clenches. “Please.”

“Mm,” you purse your lips, arms shaking as you scoff but otherwise (thank god) nod your head. “Fine. I could stand seeing Agent A and Robin again.”

You stare at him hard afterwards and Bruce wants to say something but the words lodge at the base of his throat again and even clearing it doesn’t help. Eventually you clap Nightwing on the back before sighing and sliding close to him to press the call button for the Batmobile that’s on his belt yourself.

The indicator sounds and the easy peel of the tires moving around a corner follows your departure as you walk out the exit not swarming with police and hop into the vehicle.

He wasn’t able to say what he wanted but the thought of you in the Batmobile makes him feel warm enough. Now if only-

“Hood?”

Jason only stares at him and Bruce finds himself at a loss, a feeling that’s becoming familiar when around his son. He wants to get that limp checked out like it’ll personally improve his own health, along with whatever other ailments Jason’s managed to acquire running around on his own.

‘Like he would’ve been today if he hadn’t been desperate enough to cave and call,’ something whispers in his head.

Jason had the situation handled initially, and so close to the outskirts of the city Bruce hadn’t even known this transaction was happening at all, he didn’t have to bring them in on it and Bruce is certain he wouldn’t have if getting the kids to safety hadn’t been Jason’s top priority.

Dick waves his grappling gun, “I’ll race you there.”

Jason scoffs, only a domino masking his identity because he’d been forced to blow his helmet up in a last ditch effort to get Bruce’s attention.

”I’m not a child,” but then he looks at the Batmobile and his stance becomes just that much more open. He points a challenging finger at Dick. “But I definitely don’t want to be stuck in a closed space with Nightfall either, so you’re on, Goldy.”

The two of them swing off together making all sorts of noise and the vice around Bruce’s heart loosens a little. Everyone was secured.

“You didn’t tell her, did you?”

Bruce grunts as he advances towards Gordon.

“I was busy.”

Barbara scoffs, “Even my professors don’t take excuses like that B, don’t give me that. She deserves to know.”

“She’s here now. I’ll tell her eventually.”

“Mhm, sure,” she intones. “You have until you get back.”

Bruce doesn’t get to argue with her before the woman logs off.

…TBC

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed! This is part one of a series. Mind any typos I’ll get to them eventually.

[frogtanii]

your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.

your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.

a quick glance to the boys at your sides notified you that they weren’t faring much better. atsumu kept fidgeting with his cufflinks, sakusa was so stiff you could knock him over with your pinky, kenma looked like he was about to pass out, bokuto was debating on squeezing under the table in front of you, kuroo was tapping a pattern on his pants (akeelah and the bee style), and akaashi kept reciting ominous poems under his breath.

the only people in the room who looked even remotely fine were osamu, oikawa, sugawara, daichi, and, surprisingly, yachi. osamu was munching on some peanuts that he pulled from... somewhere, while oikawa and sugawara were holding their own conversation by the window. daichi seemed to be minding his own business but you could never really get a proper read on him anyway.

well, you supposed yachi was okay because she knew what to expect. i mean, you were meeting her boss.

after you and kenma had posted your “exposing the hype(r) house” youtube video, an email had come to the both of you, inviting you to visit the “big boss” along with the rest of the crew.

you weren’t necessarily afraid of losing your job; the hype(r) house was already being dissolved and you were (finally!!!) getting to move in with makki and mattsun until you found your own place. you were genuinely excited to put the drama and literal hell behind you and begin to live your life again but...

that didn’t mean meeting the Man™ wasn’t terrifying. it was like being called into the principal’s office, complete with the existential dread and occasional bouts of gassiness.

the door opening made you flinch as you quickly moved out of the way to let the newcomers enter. while they walked past you, you couldn’t contain the shock that overtook your face, your jaw practically on the floor.

the man was massive.

built like a brick wall, the man who you assumed to be the “big boss,” had a chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and massive fucking pecs, his white button up barely closing around them.

beside him stood a tall, lanky man who was dressed suspiciously un-office-like with a red buzz cut and wild eyes that seemed to cut into you as he took his place at the table.

the final man seemed a bit awkward in comparison to the other two, but he was trying to seem unaffected, his purple bowlcut, despite being rather juvenile, fitting perfectly with his slim but toned build and bright complexion.

yachi hurried to greet them, giving all three a blinding smile before motioning for everyone else to take a seat. you ended up between the redhead and atsumu, the former being way too entertained by just your general being. his eyes rarely, if ever, left your face sending shivers down your spine. the remaining members all hesitantly took their seats and “big boss” began.

“it is an honor to meet you all. i am ushijima wakatoshi but you can call me ushijima or wakatoshi or ushiwaka or toshijima or just ushi or just jima or just waka or just toshi.” for a moment you thought he was joking but his face never moved, not even with the awkward silence that followed. redhead seemed rather amused by the whole display and bowl cut looked like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting.

it took an uncomfortably long moment for ushijima to proceed but he did as though nothing had happened. “these are my associates, satori—” redhead gave you a mischievous grin “—and tsutomu.”

“goshiki,” bowl cut interrupted, his voice wavering but his eyes gleaming with righteous indignation as though he was challenging wakatoshi to say something in defiance. instead, ushijima just gave him a nod and he visibly deflated back into his seat.

“goshiki is the social media manager for imla and satori is... satori,” big boss continued, not a hint of emotion on his face. the rest of the table perked up at his comment but atsumu was the only one who apparently had the balls to say anything.

“so yer the one who wrote that shitty among us tweet?” goshiki flushed horribly and sunk further into his plush leather chair, his body language showing he must’ve already gotten an earful about it. “thought it was a good idea,” he muttered while averting his eyes, completely ignoring satori’s cackle from across the wood.

ushijima put up a (massive???) hand to calm the both of them and it instantly worked. satori quieted down though he never lost the mirth in his expression and goshiki straightened up, a new wave of determination crossing his features.

you sat up as well, feeling the shift of energy in the room but you were startled to realize the boss had decided to focus his energy on you, his deep baritone voice calling your full name. “i am extremely sorry. we have failed you as a management team and as men. i have failed you.”

he sounded remarkably remorseful, his brown irises conveying heavy emotion and guilt. you had no idea what to say but he wasn’t done.

“although i do not have full control of the decisions that have been made here, i should have fought harder for what i believed was right and for that, i will forever be sorry.” you shifted uncomfortably under his weighty gaze, not that he noticed because his attention was swiftly taken by kenma at the opposite end of the room.

“who is in charge then? aren’t you like the ceo or whatever?” he asked. ushijima took a moment before nodding very slowly, his attention clearly on something in his head.

thankfully, satori rapidly took over the thread of conversation before the room could fall in tense silence yet again. “there’s a board of old, stuffy guys who basically kicked miracle boy wakatoshi to the curb and make all their decisions without him.”

...miracle boy? what did he have to do to earn that kind of nickname? you shook your head and tuned back in, just as the ceo spoke up once again.

“because i have not succeeded in doing my job properly, i have something to give to you,” ushijima deadpanned, sliding a thick envelope towards you. you carefully grabbed it and opened it up to reveal a thick, thick, wad of cash.

a gasp caught in your throat, words not coming to you as you thumbed through the money. there had to be at least $60k in there, your eyes filling with tears while you took in his generosity. “thank you,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to speak any louder.

wakatoshi nodded at you before addressing the rest of the table about something but you weren’t even listening.

you were so overwhelmed. for the longest time, you’d hated whoever management was for ignoring your pleas for help and trying to placate you with nice dresses and fancy dinners so meeting ushijima was quite the welcomed surprise.

despite everything that occurred, you could tell he felt horrible for letting things slide even though it was technically out of his hands and you couldn’t even articulate how much that meant to you.

the fact that he had gone out of his way to pay you extra, assumingly without the permission of the board, was heartwarming, confusing, shocking, and staggering all at once.

i mean, you could probably describe the past few months as exactly that. so much had happened, so much had changed, and while you could do without some of the life adjustments (the nightmares, spare trauma, and fear of public bathrooms to start), you felt blessed with new friends and the experiences that helped shape you to the person you were now.

the boys didn’t hate you anymore (well, not all of them at least and none were actively antagonizing you), you were seeing dr yamada again, you were getting to move in with your two best friends, you were just given enough money to expand your channel drastically, and you were finally feeling good. better than good.

meiko was behind you and though you missed the person she once was, you were so glad she was out of your life in a way where she couldn’t harm you or the boys any longer.

a grin spread across your face, your cheeks nearly burning from the intensity of it. things were definitely looking up.

a soft call of your name jolted you from your thoughts, your eyes landing on all the boys already standing as they got ready to leave the room. you could sense their worry and you shot them a genuine, reassuring smile before standing yourself.

you waved goodbye to the three men at the table, thanking ushijima profusely for his kindness but he shook you off, insisting that he had just been doing what he should’ve done a long time ago.

what a nice guy.

as you followed the boys out of the building, you took a moment to observe them together with fondness written all over your expression. they were laughing and joking around, the happiest and most carefree you had ever seen any of them. bokuto was begging yachi to get them ice cream, the rest of them piling on until she gave in with a playful roll of her eyes, giggling at the cheer that went up from the group.

atsumu seemed to notice you lagging behind, falling back to join you. “ya okay angel?” he asked, eyes focused on your feet as he slowed down to match your pace.

you didn’t answer for a while, instead focusing on the sun warming your cheeks, the cool breeze messing up your hair, and the sounds of pure joy swirling above you.

“i’m absolutely perfect.” you replied and you actually meant it. “race you to the van?” you sent him an impish grin before taking off, his yells of indignation making you laugh freely as the rest of the boys joined in, right on your heels.

this is it, you thought. no matter what, i’ll have this moment and i’ll be okay.

you’d been through hell and back and you’d survived. you’d been cursed at, choked out, hospitalized, and been beaten at mario kart more times than you could count and you had still made it through. you were resilient and strong and you’d never given up, despite how badly you’d wanted to, multiple times over.

things weren’t perfect, they rarely are, but you knew that if you could make it through all that, you could get through practically anything, especially with the boys by your side.

yeah. i’ll be just fine.

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“what’s up miracle boy?”

“...what is ‘sus’?”

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i’ll be just fine

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Hi! Congratulations on 3k followers! 🥳 You deserve each one them and many more!

Can I ask for a fic for Draco Malfoy x reader with prompts

1. You want me to be your fake boyfriend/girlfriend?

8. “Just don’t fall in love with me.” “Trust me, that’s not a problem.”

13. If this is your way of asking me out, I think I’m going to need you to try a little harder.

where Draco asks reader to fake a relationship with him and fluffy ending, please? Thank you! ❤️

I don't know if you need more information, so sorry if it's little descriptive 🙈

thank you for taking part in the celebration! i loved writing this and i am getting to your mal request soon, i promise 😉

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It’s a quiet day in the Slytherin common room. Winter break is just around the corner, and the prospect of being able to return home soon delights everyone here, even if they’d like nothing more than to continue their show of easily adapting wherever they go. You love Hogwarts as much as anyone else, love the twisting staircases and secret passageways and towers, but it would be rather nice to have a break from it all, wouldn’t it?

You’re distracted from your reverie when your friend nudges you in the side. You turn her way. “What is it?”

Your friend tilts her head in the direction of a group of Slytherins clustered together on an assortment of carved wooden chairs, upholstered green silks and satins flickering from the firelight. “Draco Malfoy is staring at you. I think he’s been doing it for a while.”

Curious, you slowly slide your gaze over to the group of Slytherin boys, and sure enough, your friend is right. His shock of platinum hair makes him stand out, even though it looks as if he’d like nothing more than to fade into the shadows. His friends are talking around him, but he doesn’t stay a word, keeping his eyes trained firmly on you. Even when you catch him looking, Draco doesn’t glance away, but maintains his stare.

You frown, curious, and turn back to your friend, ignoring the smirk on Draco’s face when you do so. “What do you think it means?”

She shrugs, picking at the transfiguration textbook in her lap. “No idea. Maybe he wants to speak to you.”

You fold your arms across your chest, leaning back against your chair. “Well, if he wants to chat, he’ll have to come over here and say it himself. I’m not going anywhere near him unless absolutely necessary.”

Draco appears to have realized this by himself, and a few minutes later, he reluctantly picks himself up from his chair, walking across the common room until he’s standing before you. “We need to talk.”

You arch a brow. “Do we?” You wouldn’t consider Draco a friend, barely an acquaintance. His pride is immensely irritating to you, and you find that spending more than a few minutes sitting by his side just makes you want to leave.

Draco nods, looking no happier to be there than you are. “Privately.” He doesn’t look at your friend, but his tone is clear that he wants her to leave.

However, she just keeps leafing through the textbook in her lap, occasionally scrawling bullet points on a note sheet. “Malfoy, I was here first. If you want to say something, figure it out yourself.”

Draco seems as if he wants to hex her, but when you just nod in agreement, he sighs theatrically. “Fine.” He walks a few feet over to a quieter corner of the common room, and after exchanging glances with your friend, you follow him.

“What is all this about?” You ask.

Draco glances quickly around the common room, as if wanting to make sure nobody can hear him. “Do you have any plans over winter break?”

You shake your head slowly. “Nothing, just visiting my family.” You chuckle, unable to help yourself. “If this is your way of asking me out, I think I’m going to need you to try a little harder.” Your teasing grin fades when you realize that Draco isn’t fervently denying this. “Wait. You’re not actually asking me out, right? Surely, you’re not doing that.”

Draco swallows harshly. “It’s the last thing I want to do, trust me. My parents want to see some sign that I’ve been connecting with the better sort of wizarding families, and they were under the impression that, seeing as we were both in the same house and the same year, we were together.”

You look at him incredulously. “I would love to have been in the room when that assumption was made. And you just let them believe that?”

Draco gives you a look. “It’s not ideal, I know, but I need to bring someone home to get them off my back for a while. Excluding their rumors, the L/Ns are one of the most ancient wizarding families in the world. I wouldn’t do this with you if I didn’t think it was necessary.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “And what is this, exactly? You want me to be your fake girlfriend so you can win over your parents?”

Draco’s jaw locks. “Look, if you’re going to be like this about it, I’ll go ask Pansy. Probably should have started there, anyway.”

You hold up your hands in surrender. “Hey, I never said I wouldn’t do it. Merlin knows my parents would be thrilled to hear I was dating a Malfoy.”

Draco’s eyes brighten with something that looks almost like hope. “So you’ll do it?”

You nod grimly. “I’ll do it. If you ever cross me, though, just know that I’ll tell everyone I know about this.”

Draco just smirks. “Oh, I’m sure I wouldn’t dare. Just don’t fall in love with me during all this, alright?”

You roll your eyes. “Trust me, that’s not a problem.”

And so it goes that you find yourself boarding the Hogwarts Express with Draco by your side. You have to walk mournfully past the compartment with all of your friends so you can sit with Draco and his gang to plan everything out. You and Draco end up scheming the whole ride back, making sure you know details about what the Malfoys are like and how to make it seem as if you’ve been dating for a while.

Once the train finally pulls into the station, you could almost fool yourself into thinking that this might actually work. It’s going to take a considerable amount of thinking on your feet, sure, but it’s not like Draco’s parents would have reason to suspect you. They’ll just hear your last name and be fine with the whole matter.

Draco walks with you down the platform. You wrote to your parents about your sudden change of plans for break, and they were delighted, as expected. Nothing like long-lasting family elitism to help you suddenly become the favorite child, right? If there’s one thing you and Draco can agree upon, it’s that.

You and Draco find the Malfoys at last, and they seem fine enough, as all parents go. They’re a little overdressed for fetching two students from a train, likely to show off to the other wizarding families how the Malfoys go about doing things. Lucius seems like a taller version of Draco, which doesn’t bode well for the trip, but Narcissa smiles at you and you genuinely think you’ll like her.

The Malfoys have a car awaiting you, one driven by an unsmiling man in a dark suit that takes your luggage without another word. The drive is long, full of winding streets that come to life under flickering street lamps as the night falls upon the city. At last, the driver comes to a stop in front of a massive wrought-iron gate. With a flick of a wand, the gate opens soundlessly, and the driver gets out to open the doors. He’ll take the car around later, but for now you, Draco, and the Malfoys will walk the short way to the door.

Although you’d sworn to yourself that you’d never give Draco the pride of knowing you were impressed by his home, you can’t help but look around you appreciatively. If there’s one thing the Malfoys know how to do with their wealth, it’s let you know they have it. Finely manicured hedges line the drive, with cobblestones evenly spaced down the walkway. The manor itself seems almost castle-like itself, all pale stone and sloping rooflines. And there, peeking out between the corners of the darkening gardens, is-

You reach over to surreptitiously poke the nearby blond boy in the arm. “Draco Malfoy, surely there is no way you didn’t tell me that you have a peacock in your yard.”

Draco turns sharply, but he can’t deny it. There, strutting between the hedges, is a peacock, white as snow. His mouth sours. “I didn’t think it was relevant. Shut up.”

You grin. Suddenly, you’ve got a rather delightful piece of information to hold over Draco’s head, possibly forever. “Of course it was relevant. I can’t believe you actually have a peacock in your yard. Does it have a name? Do you take it on walks?”

Draco shoves you back when his parents aren’t looking. “I’m going to feed you to it if you don’t stop.”

You just laugh. “Draco, there’s no way I’m stopping. I think this is quite possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Draco looks as if he wants to shove you into one of the hedges, but his parents are turning to the two of you and he has to quickly force a grin to match your own. Lucius and Narcissa smile back at the two of you, evidently delighted that their son is a L/N. The second they turn back, Draco whispers something in your ear that sounds vaguely threatening, but you can’t hear it through your barely concealed laughter. This is going to be fun.

You ended up arriving at the Malfoy Manor rather late into the night, so after a quiet dinner, you’re shown to your room. It’s rather nice, as is the rest of the house, with chandeliers dripping with crystal and ornate paintings and sculptures in every available inch of the place. All the same, it strikes you as rather empty, like everything here was done for show and not because the owners truly liked it. You’re almost happy to close your eyes, to fall asleep and forget the whole thing.

Regardless of your personal opinions, you come to appreciate the austere atmosphere of the house. It reminds you that all of this is an act, one that you have to maintain. At the same time, you can’t help but wonder what it was like for Draco to grow up in this place. It’s nice, sure, a beautiful house, but it seems more museum than home. No wonder he tends to come off as cold or even unfriendly- it’s all he’s been taught.

One thing that you’re grateful for is that the Malfoys don’t expect you to be with them at all times. Although you’re present at meals and scheduled outings, you have a lot of time for yourself. A few days in, you find yourself wandering through the wood-paneled halls, looking for details you hadn’t noticed before.

Eventually, you find a room tucked away in a farther corner of the place. Of everything here, this room feels the most like a home. There are books you recognize from some of your Hogwarts classes tucked into many tall, arching bookcases, and maps of the stars or ancient civilizations unlike any you’ve ever seen before. There’s also a large window at the far end of the room, one with a rather spectacular view of the grounds at the south side of the manor. You drift towards the window without thinking about it, marveling at the landscape beneath you. It seems as if it could go on forever, and perhaps it does.

A sudden sound of footsteps makes you startle, and when you look up, you realize that Draco is hovering in the doorway, pausing there as if he didn’t expect anyone to be there.

You look around you, then groan inwardly. “Sorry, is this your room? I didn’t realize.” You don’t know how you didn’t figure that out until now- a jacket draped across a chair is one you’ve seen Draco wear before, and there’s a bed pushed into a corner as if to make more space for everything else.

You move to leave, but Draco puts a hand out as if to stop you. “It’s fine.” He joins you at the window, looking out as well.

“It’s a lovely view,” you offer, unsure of what to do. You’ve never had a moment with him like this before, with the two of you willing to be quiet and civil. A faint smile pricks at Draco’s lips as if he’s thinking the same thing.

“I used to love this room when I was younger. I thought that if I looked hard enough, I could see a way out of everything. My parents had guests over all the time, and it usually ended with me leaving as soon as I wasn’t needed. It felt like I was always on display, but here- here I was just me.”

You smile at the thought of it, a young kid whose eyes hadn’t yet lost their brightness, staring out at the rolling hills like he could leave it all behind. You know well enough that no one ever can.

“I know what you mean. Sometimes I think my parents only had me because they wanted something to prove they weren’t ever going to die, like a trophy of sorts. You show up once a month when everyone’s around, then get shoved aside for the rest of the weeks.”

Draco’s gaze flickers over to you, almost surprised, as if he’d forgotten you were there. “I always thought that it would get better when I got older. Maybe I’d start getting involved in some of those meetings.”

You shake your head. “The doors were always closed.”

That trace of a smile returns again, this time stronger than before. “Every time.”

You want to say something else, but find you can’t, your own tongue refusing to let the words pass through. All the same, something almost like friendship hovers between you and Draco. For once, you’ve understood each other.

You keep having moments like that, actually, later that day and well into the next. You keep talking, keep sharing memories about what it’s like to grow up in families like yours. No one ever really got it, but he does. What does that say about him? Hell, what does that say about you?

If his parents are aware that something is changing between the two of you, they give no sign of it. In fact, they seem inclined to go along with the whole charade that you’ve always been dating, never giving off a sign to believe otherwise. Perhaps they’re so delighted that they were able to convince their son to play along with their game of politicking in the wizarding world that they never really look between the lines. If something looks perfect, why pull at the edges?

You’re all in a room together now, you and Draco talking about what’s new in Hogwarts while Lucius and Narcissa reminisce. They met in a similar fashion as you and Draco, both new in Slytherin, both willing to sell their souls to get ahead. Your eyes keep catching on Draco as he talks, noting how his mouth twitches into a smile when remembering a particularly good day or funny remark that someone had said.

Narcissa catches you at it one time, when you’re certain that nobody else has seen you staring. You look up sharply, but she’s already smirking, and looks pointedly between the two of you. You don’t know what she’s going to do until she straightens up slightly, mentioning something about getting some drinks. Lucius perks up at this, leading his wife away into a nearby room. Just before Narcissa leaves, she points up at the ceiling, mentioning something about doing some holiday decorating.

You and Draco look up in unison, and you feel your cheeks warm when you realize just what Narcissa meant. There, charmed to hang from one of the rafters, is a freshly cut spring of mistletoe. You and Draco stare at each other, somehow unable to do anything. Narcissa is only in the next room, and knows exactly what either of you will do. Without saying anything, you know that you have to do it. Kiss him. This is the closest either of you have come to a test, and you’ve come too far to fail it now.

Draco seems to think the exact same thing, and he takes a hesitant step towards you. At the last minute, something shifts in his eyes, as if he’s making a choice he knows will break him. Then he’s kissing you, and the only thing you can think about is kissing him back until the sparks behind your eyes consume your entire vision. He breaks away slowly, resting his forehead against yours.

Quietly, as if afraid to say it himself, Draco whispers something in the bare space between the two of you. “I don’t think I’m faking this anymore.”

You wait a beat, two. “I don’t think I’m faking it either.” Draco looks up sharply, as if he’d been preparing himself for the worst and isn’t quite sure what to do now that it didn’t happen.

“Really?”

You nod, unable to hide a smile. “Really. Guess that means I’m breaking my promise, then.”

Draco laughs, the first true one you’ve heard from him all this time. “I’m not sure that’s a bad thing anymore.”

Neither am I, you want to say, but he’s kissing you again and you don’t have the breath to say anything else.

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Late Night | Jaemin Imagine #2

Title: Late Night

Genre: Fluff, slight comedy

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1084k

Author’s Note: Another idea that came to me randomly. It’s a little cliche, so I apologize. I was able to finish this one fairly quickly. If you see my W.I.P page, I have other things I’m working to write and post here. Thank you for reading ^ - ^

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It was a late night on the weekend and you were having a sleepover with the 00’ line of NCT Dream. Yes, you knew how weird it was to be the only girl in a group of guys. But they were your closest friends, so they saw you like a sister. Well, almost all of them.

The thing was, Jaemin had a secret crush on you. But he never said anything, because he didn’t think you felt the same way. Little did he know that you’ve also liked the boy for some time now. You refrained from doing anything about it for the same reasons as Jaemin. Honestly, it was a little frustrating for the rest of the guys to watch.

The time was 11 pm, and you guys had finished the last episode of Crash Landing on You. Earlier you guys had played a few games and ordered fried chicken for dinner. A lot of laughter and some bickering had occurred. You were all grateful to have a break and relax a bit together.

“What should we do now?” Jeno asked.

Haechan snapped his fingers, signaling he had an idea. “We should have girl talk!”

“Uh—you do realize (Y/n) is the only girl here, right?” Renjun raised an eyebrow at his fellow member.

The singer rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean. Let’s just talk about something, anything.”

You guys exchanged glances, and reluctantly gave in. You grabbed one of the couch pillows to hold on to.

“Okay, what are we going to talk about?” asked Jaemin. 

You squeezed the pillow tighter, not liking the look that Haechan was giving you.

“Why not about you and Jaemin?”

“What—what about us?” You nearly choked on the air. Jaemin seemed to be also thrown off by the sudden attention. But he tried not to show it too much.

Renjun leaned forward. “Oh right. You guys aren’t dating yet?”

“What do you mean?” Jaemin laughed nervously.

“I swear, I’ve never seen two people be so oblivious,” Haechan facepalmed. “Seriously, I feel like you’ve both liked each other since forever.”

You and Jaemin coincidentally made eye contact, and shades of pink quickly appeared across your cheeks. A few minutes ago you were cold, but now the room felt hot all of sudden.

“Pfft. Where did you guys get that idea?” You tried to brush them off. 

In response, Renjun rolled his eyes. “Do we really have to explain?”

“You’re constantly flirting and getting shy around each other,” Jeno started to list their reasoning with his fingers. “Jaemin only takes pictures of (Y/n) with his camera, and (Y/n) always chooses Jaemin when it comes to partner things for games or driving somewhere.”

Haechan held his hand toward the two of you, “You guys even sat next to each other!”

Neither would’ve realized that if Haechan hadn’t pointed that out. In a way, you both subconsciously gravitated toward one another. But you weren’t aware Jaemin was like that too.

Feeling quite overwhelmed by all of this, you quickly changed the topic to something else. But when you guys finally retired for the night, you couldn’t fall asleep. What the guys said earlier about you and Jaemin kept swimming through your head.

Too caught up in your thoughts, you got up and went to the kitchen to get some water. You were surprised to see Jaemin there when you came in.

“You’re still awake?” You heard him ask. The darkness in the room made it slightly harder to see him. You nodded hesitantly and went over to stand by him behind the counter.

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”

“Same.”

A short silence filled the void in between you. Things felt a little awkward now, after what happened earlier. Both of you were unsure of what to say.

“Do you really like me?” You worked up the courage to ask. It was a stupid question, that you probably shouldn’t have said anything.

Jaemin hesitated but to your surprise, he nodded. “Yeah, a lot actually. I have for a long time.”

Wow, and you were too afraid to be rejected by him. You didn’t think that he’d actually feel the same. All of sudden, your heart was beating super fast. It was almost as if you had been waiting for Jaemin to tell you those words. You could tell he was anxiously waiting for a response.

“I…like you too,” You mumbled, brushing a loose strand of your hair back.

Jaemin stared at you blankly for a few seconds, before placing a hand on his chest. 

“Whew, that’s a relief.”

You laughed lightly at his reaction. Jaemin smiled and reached his hand to your face but stopped before he could touch you.

“What is it?” You asked.

Jaemin lowered his head. “I want to kiss you. But I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

Even now, he was still being considerate and wanted your consent first. He was such a sweetheart.

“You can, if you want to,” You heard yourself say without thinking.

His ears perked up and the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds. Then before Jaemin could regret it, he cupped half of your face and brought your lips to meet his. He was careful to make sure not to rush things. When he felt you were easing into the kiss, he placed his opposite hand on your waist.

The kiss was so tender and sweet. You broke away a few times, only to be pulled back in for more. He had your back gently pressed against the counter, as the only sound you could hear was your lips moving against one another. That was until you heard footsteps shuffling from the kitchen entrance.

Jaemin and you jumped off each other when you saw it was Haechan.

Haechan rolled his eyes, “Finally. But it’s kinda weird you guys are making out at two in the morning.”

While you hid your face in Jaemin’s chest, he threw his head back in annoyance.

“Aish…you ruined the moment, Haechan-ah!”

Haechan laughed and left the room. A little later when you recovered, Jaemin glanced down at you.

“So are we like boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

You smiled shyly. “I guess so.”

Jaemin’s heart nearly exploded when you wrapped your arms around his torso and your head looked up toward him. He hugged you back and pressed a kiss against your hair.

The two of you couldn’t be happier than right now.

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countdown | k.bakugou + e.kirishima.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou, eijirou kirishima  x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with the new year finally approching, your boyfriends figure out the perfect way to start the countdown.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ), oral sex ( female recieving ), fingering, choking, dumbification, degredation, double penetration, daddy!kink, master!kink, creampie, cumplay. guys it’s a lot idk what to tell you brrrrr. 

♡ author’s note(s):  um this is like 8 days late but happy new years y’all, first fic of 2021 and it is a Wild one !! this kinda goes with along with my christmas deku fic, you don’t have to read it but it gives some context!! thank for all your love and support, stay safe babies <33

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“don’t look so nervous, shitty girl.”

your gaze flicks up  and to the left of the rim of your tainted red solo cup, a pretty mauve stain coating the outer edge.  you can see bakugou moving in your peripheral vision, slender body resting against the counter in the kitchen you’ve hidden yourself away in— outside a new years party bustles away, so full of life that you’ve struggled to become a part of.  it was supposed to be a small gathering, a few of your boyfriends’ mates were getting together to see off the awful year after finals and tears and mishaps.

you were excited, you’d spent some time with the group before and were stoked to get to know them a bit better— but the idea had quickly been scrapped when kirishima’s roommate turned the tiny event into a full blown goodbye bash. so now your social anxiety was through the roof and you could hardly think about enjoying yourself.

downing the rest of your... well whatever the hell it is...you shift to face the blonde with a slight scowl.  “i’m not nervous, katsuki.” you half growl in an attempt to keep the explosive blonde away, but crimson eyes with mischievously sparkling irises only roll once, your lover can read you like an open book— and for that you hate him... but only just.

“yeah?” katsuki hums, turning to corner you against the worktop. forgoing your empty cup, your free hands instantly settle themselves on your boyfriend’s hips— the material of his black skinny jeans rough against your palms, sneakily to thread fingers through his belt loops to tug him closer and barely feel flustered by the half lidded gaze bakugou gives you. “if you’re not s’nervous, then why the fuck are you hidden away in here?”

it’s your turn to send your eyes rolling, to which katsuki catches and gives you a gentle nip to the cheek. “i’m not hiding either, i came in here to get a drink for kiri— hey! don’t look at me like that.” the rest of your words fall flat in a whine you don’t mean to set free, bakugou grinning like a maniac above you. his eyes sparkle at the hint of your lie as if he can see right through you, which again... you hate. out of the two of your boyfriends; the blonde was able to pick up on your behaviours slightly faster than kirishima— you put it down the quick reflexes and his complex for wanting to be first at everything but that didn’t make him any less annoying.

in response, bakugou bites down a little harder on your fleshy cheek, pulling you closer by the waist so that your legs wrap around him from over the counter. “a drink that kiri already has, baby? stop lyin’, you loser,” he mumbles into your skin, making you huff. “talk to me.”

“fuck you, but fine...” whining again and with a slight buzz of alcohol to your veins you tilt your head before bakugou can affectionately chomp onto your cheek again and attempt to steal a small peck from him. your love only denies you of this pleasure, at least until you tell him the truth. “okay, okay. i’m in here hiding ‘cause there’s too many people and i’m afraid i’ll be too nervous to talk to your friends.”

“‘m feeling burnt out katsu, there’s so many more people here than i expected and i’m worried that your friends might not like me s’much anymore...”

bakugou smirks, running his tongue over the top row of his pearly whites and you cross your arms in defeat.  “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, yn.”

“fuck you! right up your stupid little ass—“

your blonde boyfriend raises a brow which silences you quickly and makes you wriggle in annoyance. “you’re stupid ‘cause our friends aren’t gonna stop liking you for gettin’ shy— there’s a lotta people out there that aren’t exactly kiri or i.” you perk up at the mention of your latter partner which makes katsuki smile and release you. “just relax. they love you, we love you...let’s just say goodbye to this fuckin’ shitty year, okay?”

you nod and watch as the male moves away from you to fix you both another set of drinks while you adjust yourself to go back into the outside world. the kitchen stays quiet compared to the bass blasted music that echoes throughout the dorm halls, giving you time to grasp at feelings of anxiety and attempt to soothe them— you promise yourself to leave all of the negative feelings behind and focus on making happy memories with your friends. bakugou breaks you from your thoughts and hands you another cup filled with a drink you recognise to be your favourite, he doesn’t speak however and leans back against the worktop to drink his own beverage.

you’ve always liked that he gives you room to think and make a note to show your appreciation later on. your boy’s love language was always through actions and hardly ever words.

but your bubble of sweet silence is soon burst when one of your partner’s friends darts into the kitchen, a look of excitement dancing brightly across pink lined features. her amber eyes land  on you first and swiftly find bakugou after causing a smile to break out against her features. “ohmygod finally, i was wondering where you guys got to! come on, the countdown’s about to start!” you quickly place her name to be mina, remembering her voice from the last time you’d met and offer her a sweet smile in return as her hand reaches out for yours. you take it.

bakugou tsks; clearly irritated but pushes himself off of the counter and follows behind you motherless, mina dragging you in the direction of the living room. somehow she effortlessly weaves you through sweaty bodies of students from the floors below and practically tosses you to the sharks that can be named as your boyfriends’ pals. luckily, your katsuki is right behind you to steady your hips while mina flops onto a couch with the others.

“there they are! two thirds of our favourite lovebirds...” someone to the right of you speaks up; you recognise her to be the roommate you’d walked in on when visiting bakugou’s place before christmas and relax a little. the girl was nice, affectionate and ever so sweet with you the first time you’d met. she curls up in the lap of another guy with green chair, who you presume is the ‘shitku’ or ‘deku’ your lovers had told you about, respectively.

speaking of, katsuki makes himself comfortable next to kirishima on his old loveseat from your hometown— you’d played rock paper scissors with him to keep it, but lost. you couldn’t complain though, the red heard rewarding you with a flurry of kisses in place of the old battered chair.

but with no room and the gang already taking up most of the couch, eijirou pulls you to sit on his thighs and wraps his arms around your middle before pressing a kiss atop your head. “missed you, where’d you go?” he pouts into your neck and fiddles with the frayed ends of your skirt, his free hand grasping at the drink he had.

“i was—“

“she was hidin’ in the kitchen; pretending to fix somethin’.” katsuki cuts you off, earning himself a glare from you and amused chuckles from others ( having pulled their attention away from the countdown on the television ). he attempts to snuggle closer to you both afterwards, making your red headed boy kiss his cheek. you could tell that your explosive boyfriend was feeling a little left out, he’d always doubted himself in the relationship the three of you had ever since he’d found out kirishima had you; his lover back in his hometown,  before college. but you’d loved kiri and couldn’t make him choose between the two people he needed most in his life, so despite the tears and drama...you’d learned to love bakugou as well.

you reach over to squeeze his hand but don’t miss the twitch of his lips into a smile while he watches the live countdown on tv.

kaminari; the blonde who sits at your feet pipes up next— cheeks red from the alcohol he nurses. “why were you hiding, doll?” he hiccups, earning himself a kick to he back from both bakugou and kirishima. “ouchies...”

“she probably wanted to get away from your annoying ass...” sero quips from across the group, where mina lazily toys with his jet black hair; causing bakugou’s roommate to snort and spew her drink in izuku’s face. as far as you were aware, the pair were living together in their apartment off campus and weren’t dating, but might as well have been. katsuki had told you sero was a coward but seeing them now made you think it was cute.

“fuck you, that’s mean!”

“ah, but kaminari my dear friend, it is true...”

a boy with dual eyes chuckles, himself and another figure join the latter male on the ground, hair ruffled and clothes clearly out of place. the girl blinks up at you with a sweet grin before turning to chat with the other girls while eiji fist bumps the male. you remember them as momo and todoroki respectively. bakugou’s roommate checks her watch quickly, a faux frown playing at her lips. “and you guys are done with fourty minutes to spare before new years , a new record...quite frankly, i’m impressed!”

it’s your turn to frown as the newbies blush and attempt to hide their faces. the rest of the group seem amused, sero and denki smirking between themselves, your boyfriends and izuku hiding embarrassed faces while the girls giggle and tease. you can’t help the next words.

“what were they doing?” you whisper innocently and mostly to yourself, unable to focus on the feeling of katsuki pressing kisses to your linked hands to avoid adding to the conversation. however; all eyes teeter over to you, making you freeze up and shuffle nervously in kirishima’s lap.

“fucking in the closet by the front door, they do it every year.” mina teases, causing your face to heat up while momo swats at the pink girl. “nasty right, yn?”

“quit it mina, you’re making her shy!”

you swallow hard and nod shakily, and swear you can almost feel the quiet groan that erupts from katsuki’s chest. “right...”

the group is clearly a little tipsy and you’re not quite drunk enough to feel eat ease with the antics of your lovers’ friends; but one thing lead to another and the topic of conversation lands on you. “maybe yn will get a little new years treat too—“ midoriya slurs somewhere off, by now he and his girlfriend alone have downed a bottle of vodka and cutely make out from time to time. and yet, your boyfriends both have different ideas, the hot headed blonde preparing to launch himself at izuku while the manly red head blushes a shade so deep it could rival his dyed hair.

“what’d you say, shitty nerd?”

it all happens way too fast and you can barely register bakugou’s sudden movement before it’s too late— his elbow jolts as he attempts to kill his best friend’s lover, resulting in eijirou’s drink being knocked clean out of his hand and all over your cute little shirt. you squeal and shudder as the cold liquid seeps right through the thin material, exposing your chest to partygoers and friends alike who cheer as the countdown locks onto thirty minutes until the new year.

kirishima jumps up right after you, shielding your exposed chest from his friends ( mostly denki ) who refuse to look away and leads you up to his room to change while bakugou barks out expletives at deku.

after all it was his fault that your cute tits were out on new years eve.

“what if she’s mad at us kiri? she was already feeling anxious about being here tonight and now—“

“she won’t bakubabe, she loves us and she’ll know it was just an accident, you were defending her honour after all...”

you choose this moment to push open the bathroom door of kirishima’s en-suite, having wiped away most of the beverage that had made your tummy sticky. luckily your skirt had survived his awful choice of rum and cola but at least you smelled nice. two sets of red eyes cast their gaze upon your form, naked apart from the cute pink bra that cups your breasts and tiny skater skirt that sits above your plush thighs.

the boys can already feel their mouths drying at the sight of you have exposed under the yellowing light of kirishima’s dorm room. your skin still shines with the reminders of alcohol as you make your way over to them on the bed, sitting between them with the aforementioned red head’s shirt in your hands.

instantly they shift closer towards you, absorbing your warmth as their fingertips graze your skin. “i told you guys i was fine, i know it was an accident.” you murmur softly, taking both of their hands into yours. “besides, i needed to get out of there for a bit, your friends are—“

“loud?” kirishima offers, kissing your knuckles.

“annoying?” this time it’s bakugou who speaks, shoving his face into your neck to hide from you, still apologetic. his soft blonde hair tickles your neck and you can’t help but giggle gently into the air. “you liked that.”

shaking your head, you pinch at his side and tug eijirou close enough for him to lean his head atop yours. “—they’re a lot, a lot to handle... i just need a little time to calm down before we head back out there.” briefly letting go of your boyfriends’ hands, you reach for the red band t-shirt sitting in your lap in order to shrug it on, but your red headed lover quickly stops you.

“i could think of a few ways to calm you down angel,” he mumbles lowly, so much so that you feel the sound ripple in kirishima’s chest but you’re too distracted by the sudden feeling of katsuki sucking gentle marks into the column of your throat. “we still have a bit of time before we hit midnight on the countdown, right bakugou?”

the hot headed boy only looks up briefly from your bruised and bitten skin, a devilish smirk crossing his lips while the boys work together to push you back onto the sheets. “damn right ei, say we got about twenty minutes to take her mind off things,” your body tingles at the way the talk about you as if you’re not even there, heat beginning to brew in the pits of your tummy. “so, keep the shirt off, won’t you baby?”

you release the offending material as if it’s burnt your palms, thighs spreading instinctively as kirishima’s hand wanders between them to smooth your soft flesh. “yes..., yes katsuki...”

“that’s not what we say, is it babe?” kiri scolds, slapping your inner thigh while bakugou leaves a trail of sloppy kisses that stop just atop your breasts.

“...i mean...yes, sir.”

“atta fuckin’ girl.”

your breath hitches at the feeling of katsuki’s finger tips wrapping around the base of your throat, his touch is delicate and compares starkly with the roughness of his skin— calloused from hard work and use of his quirk. eyes roll to the back of your head at that very thought, the idea that your lover could hurt you in the most delicious of ways using his explosive nature but you have little time to dwell on the fantasy as your other boyfriend moved to hover above your face, ruby red hair tickling at your forehead while he slots his lips against your parted ones.

kirishima’s lips are soft and bitter with the taste of rum clinging to every ridge and imperfection in the skin there so you reach up and weave your fingers through dyed locks in order to bring him closer. meanwhile, bakugou makes quick work of your laced bra— tearing it down to expose your nipples to the cool air they harden under. his hot mouth encapsulates the bud, rolling it between rows of sharp edged teeth in away that has your back arching for more. the blonde ravishes your chest teeth and tongue, while his freehand works on groping your other breast— both of the fleshy mounds being shown equal amounts of attention in different ways, making you whimper wetly against kiri’s mouth.

saliva pools on your tongue, collecting between you and your lover while his own explores the cavern of your hot mouth. the pair of you watch one another with hooded eyes as kirishima pulls away, nothing but a string on your drool connecting you. you swear that every nerve in your body lights up at once just at the sight. “katsuki, you should see yn’s little face right now,” he breathes weightily against your raw lips, hand coming up the squish your cheeks together almost painfully. “we’ve barley even touched her and she’s already looking so fucking fucked out.”

“eiji...sir, please...” you gargle at the mocking lilt to kirishima’s voice and let your hand slip from his hair to cup his wrist as he pinches at your cheeks once more.

but this time, katsuki is the one who speaks to you— vermillion eyes clouded with dark lust when he looks up at you. he’d long moved past his brutal assault on your chest, already leaving a mass of sloppy kisses and bite marks down your abdomen until now, where his head was buried right underneath your little skirt. “the fuck you begging for, slut?” the blonde sneers at you so harshly that pathetic tears begin to pool in your eyes. eijirou is quick to wipe them away before they can hit your heated cheeks but you can tell from the look on his face he’s even more turned on by the sight. “well? i asked you a question.”

“she’s crying, katsuki.”

“don’t give a fuck if she cries or not, i’ll give her a real reason to in a minute.” and katsuki bakugou always lives up to his threats, shuffling back under your skirt to press his tongue flat against your soaked panties. he groans into the material, sending vibrations straight up to your clit before he pulls the sticky material away  from your heat. “god...kiri, she’s s’fuckin’ wet. here.” you writhe against the sheets, jolting as bakugou guides your partner’s free hand to your gummy cunt.

his thick digits press into your sensitive nub and gather your slick between their fingertips, both boys watch in awe and hunger as more of the viscous nectar seeps out of you at their actions. “you’re right, she’s soaked, aren’t you baby?”

you can only nod weakly before the boys pounce, kirishima sucking his fingers clean before they go right back to drawing shapes on your puffy clit. bakugou wastes no time either, pinning you down to the bed with on arm as he slides his pink tongue up you the length of your glistening slit. the two of your lovers work together to make a mess of you, between the blonde slurping at your lower lips likes it his last mean and the red head circling your pleasure button over and over— you have no room to breathe.

all you can do is take what you’re given, throwing your head back as your  high pitched moans mingle with the steady beat of the music out in the hall. your pushy gushes around katsuki’s tongue as he forces it deeper into your tightness, committing each ridge to memory and dirtying his face with more of your juices. eijirou alternates the pressure of his fingers from time to time, grinning brightly every time your face twitches with need or with pleasure. your boys are so good to you, even when they’re in control of your body they always make sure you’re feeling good. getting you off, gets them off.

the waves of ecstasy are rolling off your sweat licked skin, the heat of two bodies pressed against you sending the temperature of your own off of the charts, arching perfectly every time katsuki nips at your pulsing pussy just right or eijirou pinches your clit between finger and thumb. you can’t help but leak all over the place, sure that there’s a dark patch on your innocent little skirt, but it’s worth it for the way your boys make you feel, for they tongue laps over your hard pleasure button even with fingers drawing every shape under the sun on it.

you gasp for air as the knot in your stomach twists and the fire of passion burns a brighter shade in your lower tummy, you sit right on the fence of earth shattering pleasure when both boys rip themselves away from you. “w-why’d...why’d you stop?” you wail, tears threatening to spill once more as your high slips away from your grasp.

you make an attempt to rut your hips into bakugou’s face that sits merely inches away from your sopping cunt, but he only smacks your thigh and cuts his eyes. “we’re checking the time, seeing how long we have left to make you feel good, so quit your fuckin’ cryin, okay?”

sniffling and bucking your hips into the air, you agree silently— only comforted by kirishima when he returns from his phone to cup your cheeks again, pressing kisses to your heated face. he slides his fingers that had been dirtied past your lips in a silent command to suck them clean too. “only twelve minutes left until the new year baby, can you cum, before then?” the red head coos you softly, but you don’t have the chance to respond, for bakugou latches right onto your pussy again, tongue thrusting in and out of your fluttering hole and sliding over your puffy clit.

kirishima hums against your neck while you choke and heave, his lips dancing across the base to add lovebites much harsher than your other lover between your shaky legs. your body calls for release as you tangle your fingers in a forest of blonde, causing your boyfriend to groan and hook his arms around your thighs— sucking, biting and ravishing your poor little entrance at an animalistic pace.

you jerk as the same feeling from earlier begins to unwind in your tummy, hips rolling violently against katsuki’s face. “gonna, mmmph....gonna—“

“what baby? what are you gonna do? be a good girl and tell daddy so he can help you...” eijirou coaxes the whines out of you, nosing up your bruised and bitten skin to trace over your wide parted lips. his own hand moves to join yours in your boyfriend’s hair, pushing his head further into your embarrassingly desperate cunt— lewd and wet sounds filling the air while katsuki growls at the slightly painful feeling.

“cum! gonna cum!” stars start to appear behind your eyes, splashes of colour dancing along your vision much like the people outside your room as you squeal and the knot in your stomach finally unravels with your release. the more explosive one out of your pair of lovers gulps down every drop of your sweet, honeyed release as the after shocks of your orgasm dash through your veins.

you watch with hooded eyes as bakugou leans up from between your slick thighs to share the taste of you in a kiss with kirishima, their tongues slide together in the filthy exchange, riling one another up while their hands slip under their shirts that have suddenly become to tight. stripping the offending garments, both of your boys return to you in your blissed out state, eyes wide with a carnal desire to take you again. “you did so well, naughty little thing,” bakugou hums, voice raspy as he pulls you into his chest. his caramel skin is almost too hot to the touch but it’s all you can focus on while you lose the feeling of eijirou to your left. the sound of a belt clinking further off is faint, but you pay it no heed as the blonde before you lays back with you on top of him. “‘gonna give you our cocks now, ‘kay princess? gonna cum on our cocks while we fuck you into next year...”

suddenly, you become hyper aware of the cockhead that presses against your creamy clit and gently push your hips back against it, just to hear katsuki groan. his large and worn palms settle on your waist as he grinds back to meet your sticky pussy— the feeling making both your mouths fall open in low groans. “gimme your cocks, please,” is all you can say, mind far to hazy to form a proper sentence containing any word other than please. “want it now, can’t wait,” you can barely finish your sentence, too needy to think as you press your lips against bakugou’s for the first time that night, shivering at the taste of your release against his tongue. the kiss is sloppy, going nowhere in particular as you grind against each other and wait for kiri.

speaking of the red headed devil, he leans over the two of you, grabbing your jaw delicately to steal a kiss from you as his own length presses hotly against your backside. “can’t let you two have all the fun, can i?” your boyfriend chuckles breathlessly, slowly circling his hips into your ass, you have no idea how long the boys have been hard for but they waste no more time lifting your hips to align both of their thick cocks against your entrance.

bakugou soothes small circles into your lower back as the two of them press into you,  there’s a slight sting as your hole resists their intrusion— a burn that brings tears to your eyes with the attempt to double stuff you but you bite your lip and focus on the feeling of their leaking tips smearing precum along your velvet lined walls. a broken moan escapes you when they finally bottom out, thick and length girths buried balls deep inside of your throbbing heat and trapping them in.

you pulse around them as the boys wait for you to adjust, their hot breath tickling at your ears and neck. “yn,” katsuki groans, fidgeting beneath you while your nipples harden against his chest. “you’re s’fuckin tight, do we not fuck you enough? shit baby...”

“uhuh, need you ta move, ta fuck me open...please,” you slur, slumping between kirishima and bakugou— you can barely form words, mind too hazy at the thought of being so full of your boyfriends and their leaking, sloppy cocks. they love seeing you so useless between them, barley able to move except for the occasional jump in your hips to prompt them to move.

“so cute, let’s give the poor baby what she wants, yeah katsuki?”

nothing could prepare you for the sudden feeling of both your boyfriends’ thrusting into you at once. it’s a tight fit that has you jolting so far forward, bakugou has to grip your hips to keep you still while kirishima grunts into your neck, hushing his own means with every kiss he places against your skin. the red head places a weighted palm on the base of your spine, forcing your ass up into the air and setting the pace. your cunt spasms with the roughness, soaking their cocks in your honeyed nectar as they push into you, stretching your hole for all it’s worth.

the boys have had their way with you before, usually taking turns forcing their cocks down your throat and painting your tongue with the taste of salty cum or spreading your thighs wide and licking you clean— but the way they double stuff you has you losing your goddamn mind, bright red cockheads catching on every ridge of your gummy walls at every push and pull of their hips. the two aren’t doing any better than you, poor katsuki whimpers at the way you attempt to roll your hips back onto them— chest heaving as his own cock brushes against his lover’s inside of you.

the youngest of the two, eijirou can barely breathe, stuck on how your cunt flutters around them, sweaty chest moulding perfectly with your arched back and hands grabbing fistfuls of your cute fleshy ass. the room is filled with heavy pants and the scent kid your sex in he air, clear liquid seeping down from your twitching pussy onto your thighs and splashing against heir pelvises. “what a sticky fuckin’ mess, huh princess?” the ash blonde somehow manages to mock you, his hazy blood red eyes dancing with amusement as your own well up with tears and your mouth hangs open in a needy wail when when kirishima manages to plough directly into your gummy sweet spot. katsuki weakly grabs hold of your cheeks, and like earlier, forces them together while your babble nonsense about how good it feels. he taps your cheeks a few times, almost as if he’s trying to rouse you from your fucked out state and smirks with pride when all you can do is cry some more. “oh shit, ei, we’ve fucked her dumb.”

his evil laugh rings out into the electric air, mingling with the grunts of your red headed lover and the should of skin slapping on skin. it’s so wet, so dirty and you should feel nasty for how their cocks cream warmly inside of you. the hand that rests of your back ( also belonging to ejirou ) slides up to the back of your neck, tugging you upwards while he chokes you out. “yeah baby? you turning into our dumb, brainless little bitch on new years? how pathetic.” the red haired boy utters hoarsely into your ear, nipping at it with sharpened teeth. the sudden gushing from your iron hot walls gives away how you feel about his degrading words, each one going straight to your core.

you find it in you to nod, arching your back and shivering when your lovers laugh at you, demean you for how much of a stupid slut you’re being when sandwiched between them. “feel so full...want more, fuck me more eiji, harder katsu...” you trip over each of your breathless words, falling into a throaty groan that comes from deep with. you want more, need more— and they give it to you. pumping into you at an eleven faster pace than before, the clapping of balls against your ass and count filling  your ears while the lively music begins to pump outside. ten boys live for his, taking you at a moment where anyone could walk in and see you stretched over their dribbling girths, the thrill drives them insane, drives you to sinful pleasures from worlds away.

“that’s our dumb little bitch, beg for more.” katsuki growls proudly, hand dropping between your entangled bodies to draw searing patterns into your clit— you’d scowl at him for activating his quirk every time his digits sparked over the puffy nub, but you were too far gone to care.

“keep rubbin one out on her bakugou— she clenches down so fucking hard when you do that.” kirishima sighs, hips beginning to stutter.

even the boys are joining you on cloud nine, eijirou tilting your head to get a good look at your face while you bounce back on their hardened lengths. bakugou and kirishima groan in unison at the sight of your lewd expression, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth while drool and tears smear across your mascara stained cheeks. what a fucking mess you are, body flushed and skirt stained, what a fucking mess they’ve made you— a weak and pathetic baby girl who shivers and writes each time a fat cock brushes up against your g-spot. broken laments slip from between your bruised lips as the two of your lovers angle their hips just right, prodding your pleasure spot over and over— and when both boys sneak hands down to press on your tummy bulge, you almost see stars.

your nails dig deeply into the pecks of the blonde beneath you, heart jumping as he lets out a broken howl of pleasure mixed with pain. the faint sound of a count down slips in from behind the closed door and you feel as if it’s a clock ticking towards your organs. desire flares up inside of you as you push and grind against your lover’s to chase your own release. “i’m so close, so so close... gonna cum, don’t stop. please don’t stop!” you chant, screwing your eyes shut while the boys give it their all.

three. the crowd cheers from outside.

“you cum when we say so, you cum on these fat cocks, okay honey? that’s right, that’s fucking right...” bakugou snarls, his own eyes crossing with the immense pleasure he feels from your welcoming heat. you nod feverishly and seek out his hand to hold.

two. drunken shouts spill into the halls, excitement crackling in the air.

their hips stutter, kirshima barley holding on as he works all three of you towards that final hurdle, kissing your cheek softly. “oh shit baby, the way you’re clamping around us...god, you’re gonna make me lose it. you can do it, you can cum for us...”

one. happy new year!

“holy fucking shit!”

“oh, fuck...yeah, yeah...”

colours, like fireworks, burst behind your eyes in flashes as the ecstasy that’s built up within you is finally released. your juices splash against the hips of bakugou and the pelvis of kirishima, painting them with your sweetness and making their skin shine under the yellow artificial light. they follow not long after as you tremble between their bodies; two loads of thick, hot cum spray your insides and cost it white— the potent milky liquid reaching as far as your womb, yet most of it leaking out of your velvet walls.

eijirou collapses to your side on the soiled sheets, watching with awe as a mix of all of your arousals seep out of your abused hole. you squirm in the elder’s  grasp as the red head’s fingers delicately scoop up some of the sticky mess and bring it to his mouth. a satisfied hum leaves his lips as he sucks bus own digits clean, blinking at both you and katsuki sleepily. “happy new year, guys, i love you.”

“yeah yeah, love you both too,” bakugou rolls his eyes but holds an arm out for the younger male to roll into, hugging you both to the blonde’s chest. despite his his gruff and harsh voice, you can still see the traces of adoration on his face. he loves you both so much and wouldn’t dare change this night for the world. “happy new year, ya horny little bastards.”

completely blissed out and too tired to scold him for sounding so mean, however, you lean forward and press a soft kiss to the younger’s nose before sneaking one to the grump in which you lie on. “i love you guys so much, you nasty boys.”

the three of stay curled up for a while after that, as the party outside bursts with hopefulness for the new year. it seems as though you’re all going to fall asleep when the door bursts open to reveal a certain tipsy group of friends.

“so this is what you guys were doing instead of celebrating the countdown with us,”  mina chimes, hanging off of sero’s back as she peeks her head through the doorway. you squeal and make a dive for the blankets, hiding your naked body from the view of your lovers’ prying friends.

bakugou’s roommate huffs triumphantly while izuku, todoroki and momo fail to hold back their laughter. “told you she was gonna get laid.”

kirishima flushes red as his hair and makes an attempt to join you in hiding under the sheets while your explosive boyfriend jumps out of the bed in full naked glory, activating his quirk to threaten his friends. “i’m gonna count to three, and all of you better start fucking running before i kick your asses for bursting in on us.”

“but i thought we already had a countdown...y’know for the new year,”denki dumbly comments. “don’t be silly baku bro!” but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on his thought for your angry boyfriend is already chasing him down the hall, explosions sparking at his sides.

it’s the first day of the new year and denki kaminari is already going to die at the hands of abutt naked katsuki bakugou.

happy fucking new year indeed.

[blu-joons]

When The Boys Find A Picture Of You As Their Lock Screen ~ The Boyz Reaction

Sangyeon:

“That’s the one,” Sangyeon grinned, just as Haknyeon reached across to grab his phone, stopping him from scrolling as he too looked adoringly at the photo of the two of you.

As Sangyeon’s eyes looked across at him, Haknyeon nodded. “That’s definitely the one, I don’t even want to look at anymore of the photos that you have with Y/N.”

“Is that secretly because you’re bored?”

“No,” Haknyeon sniggered, unable to stop the corners of his mouth turning up, “a little perhaps, but I really do think that that’s a beautiful photo to put as your lock screen.”

Sangyeon quickly saved the photo, saving it as his new lock screen on his phone. “I can’t wait to look at it every time that I unlock my phone from now on.”

“I reckon that smile on your face will annoy others,” Haknyeon laughed, “but they’ll get used to it, we’ve all had to get used to your relationship.”

“You guys should start dating,” Sangyeon joked, “and then all of you won’t have to feel so jealous.”

“Jealous? I have no idea what you could be talking about.”

Jacob:

“Can you grab a picture of the two of us?” Jacob asked, extending his phone out to Changmin whilst he wrapped his arm around your waist, “I want something to remember this by.”

As Changmin took the phone, his smile grew as he noticed the photo saved as Jacob’s screen saver. “This is an adorable photo of you both, when did you take this one?”

“On holiday, it was only from last month.”

“You both look happy,” Changmin remarked, looking between the two of you, “although I can’t believe that you changed the photo that you had of the group.”

Jacob shrugged with a smug smile, “I always told Y/N I’d wait until we had the perfect photo together before I changed it, and that one was finally it.”

“I guess I can make an exception for such a nice photo,” Changmin teased, “although I wouldn’t expect the rest of the boys to be quite so understanding.”

“I don’t care what they have to say,” Jacob smiled, “that photo makes me the happiest.”

“Happier than all of us? I just can’t believe that.”

Younghoon:

“Go back as if you’re about to unlock your phone again,” Youngjae commanded as he watched the photo briefly flash up on Younghoon’s phone, “that was a picture of Y/N, am I right?”

Younghoon did as he said, revealing the photo that he had of you saved as his lock screen. “It is a picture of Y/N, just look at that smile of hers in it.”

“You really are completely in love with her.”

“Of course,” Younghoon admitted, keeping his eyes looking down at the photo of you, “it’s impossible not to fall in love with that smile every time that I see it.”

Youngjae’s head nodded understandingly back at him, “is that why you’ve put it as your lock screen? So, you can stop being so miserable when you’re at work and without her?”

“I’m not miserable,” Younghoon tried to protest, but Youngjae’s head shook back at him, “but being with Y/N certainly does make me a little happier.”

“A little?” Youngjae scoffed, “I don’t think I’ve seen you smile as wide as when you’re around her.”

“I just can’t help myself, look at the smiley face of hers.”

Hyunjae:

“We’ll be home soon,” Chanhee reassured Jaehyun as soon as he saw him looking at his lock screen, “you probably must be finding it hard to be away from her for the first time.”

“I’m not sure whether seeing her when I unlock my phone is making this easier or harder,” Jaehyun confessed in reply, “it always feels like a kick in the teeth.”

“That’s just your heart being honest and hurting.”

“I thought putting her as my lock screen would make me smile, but now when I see it I just wish she was here,” he whispered, “and the last thing I wanted to do was burden anyone.”

Instantly, Chanhee’s head shook, “none of us had any idea, I don’t think anyone even knows that you’ve got a photo of Y/N as your lock screen right now.”

“I knew you’d probably all joke about it,” Jaehyun sniggered, “you guys can never help yourselves when it comes to teasing me about Y/N.”

“You know that we mean well,” Chanhee assured him, “and we’re all here for you on tour too.”

“I appreciate that, I’m lucky to have such good friends too.”

Juyeon:

Juyeon scrambled to pick up his phone as he noticed it light up, placing his hand over the phone. “Don’t hide it on our account,” Kevin teased, managing to catch the photo.

“I’m not,” Juyeon nervously smiled, bringing his phone into his chest as Kevin continued to watch him. “It’s only a photo of Y/N, nothing to blow up over.”

“So, Y/N is your lock screen and not us now?”

“It wasn’t going to be you guys forever,” Juyeon laughed, rolling his eyes at the expression on Kevin’s face, “plus I much prefer to look at Y/N’s face then at yours.”

A gasp came from Kevin, covering his ears with his hands, “I just can’t believe the nonsense that I’m hearing you come out with, I thought you were supposed to love me.”

“I do,” Juyeon chuckled, pushing against Kevin’s arm, “but unfortunately for you there’s someone a little more special in my life then you Kevin.”

“I don’t know how I’ll get over this,” he exclaimed, “this feels like the ultimate betrayal from you.”

“I’m sure that you’ll get over it, I’m not changing it too.”

Kevin:

His eyebrows knitted together as he unlocked his phone, surprised to see a photo of Sunwoo and Jacob on his phone. “How have the two of you managed to get in and change it?”

The two boys chuckled back across at him, “you left your phone unlocked, and we wanted to remind you who your two real loves were, and neither of them are Y/N.”

“You think I love you more than Y/N?”

“The lock screen proves it,” Sunwoo shrugged back across at Kevin, “you don’t want to look at a photo of Y/N when you could look at a photo of the two of us.”

Kevin’s head shook, throwing his phone down. “I want to look at a picture of Y/N instead of your ugly faces, I’m definitely changing this back to the other photo.”

“Why?” Sunwoo laughed, raising his arms in disbelief, “you can’t change a lock screen so quickly, that’s against all of the rules of phone etiquette.”

“That’s not a rule,” Kevin pointed out, “say all you want but this photo is going to be changed.”

“You’ll regret it, trust us, there’s no better photo than that.”

New:

“Is that Y/N?” Sangyeon chuckled, glancing past his shoulder as he noticed Chanhee opening up his phone. “Have you decided to change your phone background to a photo of her now?”

Chanhee nodded proudly back across at him, pressing his home button to reveal the photo again, “it was too good of a photo to just dump in an album”

“I agree, you’re one very lucky guy.”

“That’s definitely true,” Chanhee agreed, unable to hide the smile on his face, “every time I open my phone these days it just brings a smile to my face.”

Sangyeon’s smile also grew as Chanhee sincerely spoke, “I can tell by the look in your eyes just how happy you are with her, even if it is just a photo on your phone.”

“I just hate being away from her,” Chanhee confessed, “at least having this photo is almost as good as actually having her with me when I’m out.”

“Don’t worry,” Sangyeon chuckled, “the broadcast will be done soon, and you can head home.”

“I can’t wait to get back home and get to see the real thing.”

Q:

“You took that photo of Y/N?” Younghoon asked in surprise, glancing across as Changmin’s phone lit up, “you’re not usually one to be taking too many photos of other people like that.”

Changmin nodded proudly back at him, “I’m not one for candid photos, however with Y/N I just can’t help myself, and they look so good as lock screens as well.”

“I can’t argue with you on that one Changmin.”

“I wasn’t aware you were watching me,” he then nervously spoke up, “I just can’t help but smile every time I get a notification and see that photo looking back at me.”

Younghoon offered him a soft smile, “the light of your phone just caught my attention, although seeing the photo certainly made me smile too.”

“Y/N has the effect on people,” Changmin sniggered, “I feel so lucky every time I look through the albums that I have of her.”

“You should start taking candid photos of us too,” Younghoon suggested, “you seem like a natural.”

“It’s all in the model, Y/N makes photography seem so easy.”

Juhaknyeon:

“We’ve been on the road for two days,” Juyeon laughed, glancing across to see Haknyeon beside him, staring down at his lock screen that was a photo of you, “you miss her that much?”

Shyly, Haknyeon covered his phone from Juyeon’s eyeline, “I miss her a lot, even though we’ve only been gone for two days, I just like to think about her too.”

“And you get to see her on the screen as well.”

“It’s not the same,” Haknyeon whispered, closing his phone off, “I just like at least being able to see her when I’m on my phone, it’s usually the only chance that I get.”

Juyeon moved his arm around Haknyeon’s shoulders, “it’ll get easier with time, and at least with her as your lock screen she’s still somewhat with you on the road.”

“That’s a nice way of looking at it,” Haknyeon grinned, nudging against Juyeon, “thank you for making me feel better about missing her, I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” Juyeon assured him, “and by the way, it’s a great photo of the two of you too.”

“I thought the same, I think it might be my favourite one.”

Sunwoo:

“Can you take my photo?” Sunwoo asked Jaehyun, offering his phone out as he took a step forward to the front of the stage. “I want the perfect photo to upload to my social media feed.”

Jaehyun took the phone, letting go of a chuckle when he saw the background photo that was on Sunwoo’s phone. “I never realised you had Y/N saved on here.”

“I only changed it a couple of days ago.”

“You don’t have to explain,” Jaehyun smiled, admiring the photo on his phone, “I was just going to say what a sweet photo I thought it was of the two of you together.”

Sunwoo’s smile grew as Jaehyun turned the phone around to show him the photo too, “even though I’m in the photo, I have to say it’s pretty cute too.”

“You’re allowed to say that,” Jaehyun assured him, “and I suppose for such a lovely photo, you can give yourself a little bit of an ego boost as well.”

“Y/N hates that photo,” Sunwoo sighed, “she never really seems to like any photo that she’s in.”

“Then I guess we’ll all just have to prove her wrong then, right?”

Eric:

“That’s a cute photo,” Youngjae smiled as he showed Jacob through the album of his phone, “I’ve been debating changing my lock screen for a while, and this seems like a good one.”

Immediately, Jacob nodded back across at him, “she’s got a natural smile, and you’re the reason for it, it seems like the perfect reason to save the photo.”

“I love that that smile is because of me.”

“Me too,” Jacob agreed, wrapping his arm around Youngjae’s shoulders, “if you ask me, then you’ve found your new lock screen photo, I don’t think you’ll find a better one.”

Youngjae’s head nodded too in agreement, “there’s so many great photos of her on my phone, I’m thankful that you were willing to help me look for the perfect one.”

“It’s no problem,” Jacob assured him, “and I know the others tease you, but I love seeing all the happy photos that you and Y/N have with each other.”

“I love them too,” Youngjae chuckled, “if the photos don’t prove it, I think she might love me too.”

“I know that she does, there’s no debate needed around it.”

---

Masterlist

[wandaromanova]

Should’ve Been You

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Gn!Avenger!Reader

Warnings: talks of grief, death, very brief mention of alcohol, cussing (let me know if i missed something!)

A/N: hello! here’s my very first one shot. this turned out to be a lot longer than i thought it would be, but i loved writing this. i would love some feedback! thank you for the love on my previous work. i plan to write more and would love any ideas someone may have. this hasn’t been proofread, so sorry if there are any typos! also, i got some of the angst dialogue from this prompt list here. join my taglist :)

summary: Once inseparable lovers, Y/N L/N and Wanda Maximoff are torn apart by words they both didn’t mean and won’t be able to take back.

Word Count: 7.1K (got a little carried away haha)

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You and your girlfriend, Wanda, have been practically inseparable since the day the Sokovian woman joined the team. You had gotten together a year after Wanda had joined the team, and are now going 3 years strong. You both have always had a mutual understanding of one another and had a connection that was unique and dear to you both. Although Wanda is the mind reader of the group, you’d like to think that you’re the only person capable of truly reading her.

You know that when she’s nervous she plays with the rings that adorn her fingers. When she’s angry she tilts her head a little to the left with an intense glare (thank god you were never on the receiving end of that look because the people she directs it to usually end up unconscious). You can tell when she’s sleepy by the way she zones out and asks someone to repeat themselves whilst they talk to her, not hearing a thing they said. You can tell when she’s happy by the huge smile that will plaster her face as she does a cute little nose scrunch.

You know she’s sad when her eyes turn a lighter shade of green as tears threaten to escape her eyes. Lastly, you can determine when she’s lying. When she lies, she’s unable to meet the person she’s talking to in the eyes as she averts her gaze to everything else, avoiding eye contact with who she’s lying to. She also tends to bites the inside of her cheek very lightly as she awaits the reaction to her lie. It’s almost imperceptible, but she does do it. They’re very minor, subtle things that. As a trained spy, you would only really notice these things. The average person could probably never decipher those small idiosyncrasies, but you search for all of the smallest details of the woman, which only makes you fall even harder for her as the days go by. You love everything about her.

Yours and Wanda’s relationship wasn’t always smooth sailing though. When you first met, she was on the opposing side of the battle of Ultron. She stood by the rogue robot until she and her brother, Pietro, learned of his plan for global extinction. They quickly switched sides and fought alongside you and the team, but unfortunately, her brother died in battle.

There had been a young boy that had not been evacuated from the floating piece of land that everyone had failed to notice, everyone except you. You quickly sprinted from your place on one of the carriers and bolted towards the child. As you scooped the kid up in your arms, Ultron flew overhead with a machine gun and came guns blazing in your direction. You knew you would not be able to outrun the robot, so you shielded the child with your body and waited for the shots.

However, they never came. You realized that none of the bullets had even so much as grazed you. You look up from your huddled position with the boy looking up after you, and your eyes widen in shock and sadness as the silver-haired man looked at you. You took notice of the several bullet holes that were littered across his body. “You didn’t see that coming.” He said with a cocky smirk before he fell to the ground, the life leaving his eyes as he passed. Your heart broke at the sight. He saved your life. He saved you.

After that day, Wanda had reluctantly joined the likes of the Avengers. She would’ve declined if it hadn’t been for the fact that she had nowhere else to go. Her home was literally uprooted from the earth and destroyed. You felt responsible for her loneliness, as her brother had given up his life to save yours. You felt as if you owed Wanda a debt, to be there for her now that she had no one. However, you didn’t attempt to befriend her only because of the immense guilt you felt, but you also just genuinely wanted to get to know her.

You were amazed by the powers she had, the ability to manipulate people’s minds and carry heavy objects without having to lay a finger on them? That’s fucking awesome. Getting close with Wanda was easier said than done though. For awhile, she was extremely emotionally closed off and introverted. You couldn’t blame her for the way she acted. She had lost everyone she loved. You had a massive amount of respect for her just because of the fact that she’s even able to get out of bed in the morning. Luckily, you slowly made your way into her heart.

It started with inviting her to do small activities, just the two of you, as you kept in mind how she felt about too many people and too much activity going on at once. You would simply invite her to watch movies with you in your room, go for a car ride around the outskirts of New York, or even just training in the gym together. You respected her boundaries and it didn’t go unnoticed by Wanda, it was actually greatly appreciated. As time progressed, you both spent more and more time together until it became uncommon to see one without the other, you were practically joined to the hip. Although you both were seemingly one unit, Wanda was still fairly distant and noticeably had her walls built up.

She believed that you would give up on her because of her inability to open up, but you never faltered. This once again, didn’t go unnoticed by Wanda. What finally convinced Wanda to tear down her walls and let you in, was a very simple gesture that you made, that meant the absolute world to her. That day, Jarvis had informed Wanda, who was in her room reading To Kill a Mockingbird (don’t judge her, it’s a classic!), that you were requesting her presence in the kitchen. Curiously, Wanda set her book down and set off to where you were. As she got closer to the kitchen, a nostalgic, familiar smell hit Wanda’s nostrils and all the memories that smell had connected to it brought tears to her eyes. Needing to confirm if the smell was what she thought it was, even though she knew what dish it was without a doubt, she closed the small distance between herself and the kitchen.

There you were, stood over the stove, looking like a complete mess in a paprika covered apron, with your hair in a messy bun, but the food smelt divine. You noticed movement from the hallway and quickly looked up and smiled as you noticed the Sokovian standing there. “Is that paprikash?” Wanda asked you, not giving away her thoughts. You smiled again, looking very nervous as you spoke.

“Uh.. yeah. I never ever cook because the last time I nearly burnt down the kitchen. How was I supposed to know that you’re not supposed to place aluminum foil in the microwave? But yeah I know how badly you miss home and I thought that maybe a traditional Sokovian dish would somewhat ease any homesickness you may be experiencing. BUT IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, ITS TOTALLY OKAY I WILL UNDERSTAND BECAUSE IM NO GORDON RAMSAY BUT YOU KNOW I-“

You rambled on in a panic as your thoughts ran wild, but your words stopped immediately as you finally noticed the tears streaming down Wanda’s face. This panicked you even more because you thought that you had made her upset and hurt her feelings somehow. You turn the stove off and shuffle towards Wanda in a hurry as you say, “Oh my god I’m so sorry if I crossed a line. I didn’t think it would make you upset and I’m so sorry,” you finished off as you stopped right in front of her.

Wanda sniffles as she looked you in the eyes, and what she did next caught you completely off guard; she hugged you. You were shocked as hell at the sudden contact, but it felt nice and you hugged her back. Wanda didn’t care about the paprika that would most definitely be on her clothes as she buried her face into the crook of your neck as she said, “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.” You let out a sigh of relief as you realized that her tears were tears of joy. Your sigh made Wanda giggle, and you swore that it was your favorite sound.

Since the day you made her the paprikash, which wasn’t half bad, Wanda slowly began to open up to you. It started off with small details about her childhood. Later down the line, she opened up to you about her true feelings; her grief. You had went into her room to ask her if she wanted to watch The Dick Van Dyke Show with you, knowing it’s one of her favorites. As you knocked and proceeded to walk in after a soft “come in,” you immediately notice the tension and sadness that was radiating off of Wanda.

You cautiously make your way towards her as she pats the seat beside her, which you hesitantly take. “What’s up?” She asked, trying to steady her voice, but to no avail. “I was gonna see if you wanted to watch tv with me, but that’s not important right now.” You pause and look at Wanda’s side profile as she faces forward, not looking you in the eye. You continue as you stare at her, “Wanda, I don’t presume to know what you’re feeling. But I would like to know, should you wish to tell me, should that be of some... comfort to you.” Wanda whips her head to the side and faces you, “What makes you think that talking about it would bring me comfort?” You are startled by her question and stutter as you say, “Well i-“ your words get caught in the back of your throat as Wanda abruptly interrupts you with coldness dripping from her voice.

“The only thing that would bring me comfort is seeing him again.” You awkwardly and ashamedly look down at your hands, feeling like a complete moron for even mentioning the word “comfort” and prying in the first place. You both sit in silence for a few moments before Wanda speaks up again, “Sorry.” She whispers and takes a momentary pause before expressing her thoughts, “I’m, I’m so tired. It’s... it’s just like this wave washing over me again and again. It knocks me down and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I ca- it’s just gonna drown me.”

At Wanda’s confession, you stare at her as your heart aches, “No.” you whisper as you shake your head, “Yeah.” she breathes out, and you say “No.” again. Wanda looks at you and asks, “How would you know?” She stares at you intensely, awaiting your answer. You think for a moment and gather your thoughts before speaking up once more.

“Well, because it can’t all be sorrow, can it? Before joining the team, I had always been alone, so I’d never felt the lack. Loneliness was all I had ever known. I had never experienced loss, because I never had a loved one to lose. But... what is grief, if not love persevering?” Wanda stares at you stunned and taken aback, your words struck a chord within her and brought a light she had been searching for back into her. You were the positivity she had desperately seeking out.

After your little speech, you face forward once more, as Wanda opens her mouth to speak, she’s interrupted by Jarvis. “I apologize for the interruption, but L/N, Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner are asking if you could make your way to the laboratory.” “Sure Jarvis, tell them I’ll be right down.” You stand up from your position on Wanda’s bed and turn around to face her, “I’ll see you later Wands.” You give her a shy smile before walking out. It was from that day that Wanda knew she had fallen deeply, madly, irrevocably in love with you.

Wanda was there for you in the very same way you were for her. Whenever she sensed something was off with you, she would try her hardest to cheer you up the best she could. She’d watch the stupid romcom movies you’d put on and sit through your dumb rants about how “people in scary movies are fucking idiots. their stupid asses hear a noise and go TOWARDS IT? DUMB FUCKS!” as you passionately defended your argument. You were aware that there would be no movie if the characters were smart, but it still pissed you off regardless, much to Wanda’s amusement.

Wanda was there for you most especially after rough missions in which you were unable to save someone. Wanda would be right by your side, reassuring you that you did absolutely everything you could to save them, which was true. You were a very selfless person and you definitely had the hero morale instilled in you. You were very similar to Steve in that aspect. This was another thing Wanda loved about you and adored you for, but it’s also something that worried her deeply.

You had a habit of putting others before yourself, and she low-key couldn’t stand it. Call her selfish, but she doesn’t want you to die for the sake of others, you’re all she has. Wanda knows how fucked up that sounds, you’re both avengers for Christ’s sake. Saving lives and putting yourselves at risk is what you all do, but everyone is allowed to be a little selfish... right? Anyway, that’s besides the point. Wanda thought she knew all there was to know about you, but ironically the mind reader had no clue that you had dark thoughts that involved you blaming yourself for Pietro’s passing.

One night she had found you on the rooftop after a good 30 minutes of looking around the compound before giving up and asking Jarvis where you were at. You were laying down on the hard concrete floor with a bottle of whiskey in your hand as you looked up at the stars with tears in your eyes. Wanda didn’t even have to get close to know how you were feeling, due to her powers, she could literally feel what you were feeling. All she could feel was regret.

Wanda carefully approached you and laid beside you, arms touching. “If you want to talk about it, I’m here for you.” Wanda felt as though she didn’t need to say much, and knew you would talk on your own accord, you were grateful for that. “I’m sorry.” You say shakily. Wanda is unable to mask the confusion that spread across her features as she asked you quizzically, “Why’re you sorry?” Your tears start to fall down at a faster rate and your voice cracks as you reply, “I- I’m the reason why your brother died. If I had noticed the kid sooner, I could’ve gotten them and myself to safety and Pietro wouldn’t have had to be a human shield for us. I- I’m so so sorry” you start to sob hysterically.

Wanda is completely dumbfounded. She had never once blamed you for what happened that day. She blamed Ultron (hence why she ripped his heart out of his chest). Wanda, realizing she had gotten lost in her thoughts and had yet to reply, sat up and proceeded to pull you into the same position. She grabbed the bottle out of your hand and placed it out of your reach beside her.

She grabbed your cheeks and stared deeply into your eyes as she conveyed as much sincerity as she possibly could and spoke calmly, but with complete seriousness, “Y/N/N, what happened that day is not your fault. I don’t blame you for what happened and you shouldn’t either. I know that you had intended to protect that kid yourself, you didn’t know Pietro would sacrifice himself like that. You had no control over my brothers actions and you most definitely had no control over Ultron. Don’t ever blame yourself for Pietro’s death. Do you hear me? I don’t blame you.”

Wanda ended as your bottom lip trembled. You pulled Wanda into a tight hug as you cried hysterically into her shoulder. Wanda clung onto you like you were gonna fall apart if she let go. She didn’t mind the tears that were soaking through her shirt, all that mattered to her was your well-being.

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“You just had to go and ruin everything!”

You and Wanda are currently in your shared room (which was originally just Wanda’s, but it had become a room for you both when you began dating), as she got angry with you over the failed mission you just got back from. It was supposed to be an easy extraction mission at an abandoned Hydra base, but of course, it wasn’t exactly abandoned.

You went in to receive any information you could from their database and secure it within a USB while Wanda remained outside, keeping a look out on the outside perimeter. You went in alone, you made sure to check every corner and crevice of the building as you made it to the server room; well you thought you checked everywhere. The files you were tasked to retrieve had to do with new experimentation that Hydra had been working on; human extermination to be exact.

However, before you could fully obtain the data, 10 hydra agents sneak attacked you. You had to fight all of them off. Wanda could hear your grunts as you fought off the men, and she immediately began to worry. “Y/N/N what’s going on? Is everything okay?” Wanda asked, the worry evident in her voice. “There’s some guys here, I’m fine.” You responded as another grunt left your mouth.

Wanda didn’t care that you said you were fine, she immediately started making her way to the room you were in as fast as she could. Before she could make it to you, you had already taken out 9/10 of the men, but as you attempted to finished off the last guy, you failed to notice one of the men on the ground get up and hastily erase all of the files. At the sound of computer keys tapping, you quickly whipped around and knocked out the man, but you were too late; it was all gone. The mission wasn’t a complete fail, you had gotten some of the files, just not all of them. However, Wanda was extremely upset with you.

This mission, although it was supposed to be a simple, no-contact one, was important to the Sokovian. She had been experimented on by Hydra, although she volunteered, she wished she didn’t. They treated her like shit, like an animal in a grimy cage with a small window and a bed as hard as rocks. She was a prisoner. Her heart ached as she thought about people being experimented on and treated worse than she and her brother had been. Her heart broke for people who didn’t volunteer, but were forced to be lab rats. This mission was a chance to understand what exactly Hydra was hoping to achieve, but you failed to get the files.

To be fair, you didn’t know there would be anyone there. You didn’t know that Hydra had a secret room between the walls of the base. You didn’t know you would get attacked. There’s always the possibility that a mission won’t go 100% according to plan, to be honest, majority of the missions the team gets sent on don’t go as expected. Wanda knew this, but didn’t find it in herself to care right now. She was furious because she had been in the position that the poor people being experimented on had. She made a choice, they didn’t.

“Wanda, I didn’t PLAN to get attacked by Hydra agents. You know just as well as I do that we weren’t expecting to fight anyone. Fury said that S.H.I.E.L.D had been monitoring the building for weeks, no one had gone in or out of it the entire time!” You exclaim exasperatedly. You seriously can’t believe you guys are arguing about this right now.

“If you had called me for backup, this could’ve been avoided Y/N. But no, you just have to be the hero. You have to be the one to take everything on yourself! News flash, you’re no hero! You’re the weakest member on this damn team. You don’t have powers like I do and you’re definitely not as skilled of a spy as Natasha! You’re no hero, because you got my brother killed. He would’ve been a more valuable asset to this team, to this mission, than you ever could be! It should’ve been you, not him!”

Wanda completely blew up at you. Your heart broke at her words, did she really think this? Why did she never tell you this before? Did the conversation on the roof all those years ago mean nothing? You stare at the furious Sokovian, and you try to keep the tears at bay, you breathe heavily as you try to contain the pain that was spreading throughout your chest. “Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.” You demand, trying to keep your voice steady, but your voice ends up coming out small and frail. “It. Should’ve. Been. You.” Wanda steps into your space, looks you dead in the eye, and taps your chest with her pointer finger while emphasizing each word.

Your heart absolutely shattered as you realized something; she wasn’t lying. There was no avoided eye contact, no nervous cheek bite. She was telling you the truth, she really believed that you should’ve died instead of her brother.

Although you thought the same, it still hurt you to hear it from her, especially since she had assured you back then that the thought never even crossed her mind. When did her thoughts change? You tearily look into angry green eyes, “You said that you never blamed me for what happened and that I shouldn’t blame myself. Remember that? How could you say that right now?” Wanda replied with no hesitation with venom dripping from her tone, “It’s not my fault you believe everything I say. I hate you.”

That was what did it for you. She hates you? Does this mean that all the “I love you’s” you guys had shared over the past years meant nothing to her? The room falls silent as you stand there and take in her words, the only sound being heavy breaths of anger from Wanda and your own harsh breathing as you deal with the heavy weight of pain and heartbreak in your chest. You let out a sarcastic laugh as you feel your anger rising,

“I was an idiot to ever believe you loved me. Was this your plan all along? Did you really blame me for Pietro’s death the whole time and this was your way of getting back at me? Oh yeah, get close to me, make me fall in love with you, then destroy my heart and make me feel even shittier for something that destroyed me in the first place? Well fucking congratulations! You executed your plan perfectly. Fuck you, Wanda.”

You immediately storm out of the room after your outburst while slamming the door behind you. Wanda stood there in shock, you were always such a calm and collected person. She had never really heard you raise your voice at anyone in the 4 years she had known you, let alone towards her.

Wanda had no right to stand there upset over you yelling at her, since she had screamed at you first. Wanda gripped her red locks in frustration as she shakily sat down, the adrenaline from the intense fight wearing off. Of course Wanda didn’t mean any of the words she had said, yes she cared about the files, but she was more upset over the fact that you could’ve gotten killed. It was a 10 to 1 fight, you seriously could’ve gotten hurt, or worse, died. But Wanda had snapped on you instead. She doesn’t even know why she said what she said, all she knew was that she was angry and afraid. Wanda was alone, sat on the bed. All she could think about was, “how the hell did that escalate so quickly?”

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Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since the huge argument between yourself and Wanda. Since that day, you have been avoiding each other like all hell. Wanda actually changed up her schedule just to make sure it didn’t align with yours. You even decided to take a break from missions to avoid being paired with the Sokovian.

You guys have had arguments in the past, but never one as intense this one. The things Wanda said to you crushed you. You had already felt a huge amount of guilt, that day in Sokovia has haunted you since it happened. The fact that she brought it up and confirmed that she had blamed you for what happened, it was as if someone had shot you right in the chest.

Wanda quite honestly didn’t know why she was avoiding you. She knew damn well she didn’t mean anything she said to you, she wanted to apologize, truly. But she was prideful. She was going to stick to the narrative that the deleted files were the true source of her anger over the failed mission. You were both very headstrong and stubborn individuals.

So, naturally, neither one of you wanted to be the first to say something following an argument. Usually, one person wouldn’t be able to handle the tension and space any longer and break in a matter of hours, but not this time. This time, you hasn’t so much as glanced at each other in weeks. There was one thing you were absolutely certain of; you sure as hell weren’t gonna apologize for anything. You didn’t say anything to degrade Wanda, besides telling her “Fuck you.”

But hey, in your defense, your saying that seemed rather tame in comparison to what Wanda had said. She didn’t only bring up an extremely sensitive topic, that she knew deeply affected you, but she also demeaned your skills as an avenger. She had completely contradicted the things she’d been telling you for years, that you were good and saved so many people. Wanda had disregarded all of that during your fight. It’s as if she wasn’t present during all of your late night conversations where you would console and comfort one another over the things that tore the both of you apart.

Honestly, you’re not even sure if you would forgive Wanda anytime soon for this, if she ever were to apologize. At this point it seemed very unlikely. You had no idea where your relationship with Wanda stood. The team had noticed the distance between you and Wanda. Two people who were in love and who usually had some part of their bodies touching at all times, suddenly kept at least 10 feet away from each other. It didn’t take any skills to know that something serious must have went down. No one knew of what was said between you both, they just knew it had something to do with the mission you were both sent on. You had stopped attending team movie nights, opting to go back to your room and sleep. This threw the team for a loop as it was common knowledge in the compound that movie nights with the team were your favorite nights.

Your behavior bothered a certain red-headed assassin. Natasha was your best friend, knowing you best, second to Wanda of course. She can tell when you’re beating yourself up, your self-deprecating thoughts consuming you. She refused to standby any longer and watch you become a heartbroken puppy.

Currently, Natasha made her way to your original bedroom, the one you inhabited before dating Wanda. She knew damn well you’d be in there, sulking. Nat didn’t even bother to knock, she just barged into your room with a mission file in hand, completely unannounced, startling you.

You jumped up from your place on the bed and let out an irritated huff, “What the fuck Romanoff! Ever heard of knocking?” Natasha rolled her eyes at you and said, “Don’t you think our friendship has surpassed formalities? I’m your best friend, I don’t have to knock. I’m special.” You rolled your eyes at Nat’s narcissism, just like she did to you earlier.

“What do you want?” You asked with a sigh as you laid back onto your comfy mattress. “I want you to get your ass out of this bed, take a shower, and get suited up. You’re going with me on a mission. We have to capture some big cartel leader.” You groaned and sat up once more, grabbing the file from her outreached hand. You looked it over and looked up at the Russian.

“Nat, the file says it’s only supposed to be you on the mission. Why are you making me come with you?” Nat looked at the file in your hand, “Well, Fury said you could tag along, as backup. I wanted to get you out of your room. Just because you enjoy romcoms, doesn’t mean you have to act like someone in the movie who got dumped.” Natasha sarcastically ends her explanation. You rolled your eyes.

“As much as I appreciate it, I’d much rather just continue to lay here and wallow in my own self pity.” You said as you laid down and placed the pillow beside you over your face. Suddenly, you feel hands grab your ankles and yank you off the bed. You hit the ground with a loud thud and look up at Natasha.

“First you barge into my room, then you fling me off of my own bed? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You angrily say to Natasha as you stand up. “We leave in an hour. Get ready.” Natasha ignores your comment and stalks out of your room. You watch her leave, very much annoyed, but you begrudgingly head to your bathroom to get ready.

You know Nat will actually hurt you if you don’t show up. Besides, you really could go for a mission right now, since it’s been two weeks since your last one. You shuddered at the thought of your argument with Wanda that commenced after your last mission. You shake the thought from your head and hop in the shower.

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You and Nat were currently hiding behind shipping crates in a warehouse. You had gotten to the location where the cartel leader was holding all of his contraband. You looked to the left and noted that there were 5 men standing there. You looked to your right and there were 3 men there, then the leader of the group standing in the middle, addressing the man.

You looked beside you at Natasha, she gave you a nod and you both leaped into action. The sound of gunshots could be heard as you and Nat shot at the men. However, more men stormed into the room and you and Nat shared a look that basically said “oh fuck.” Nat spoke into her earpiece and requested for backup. After that, the warehouse turned into a battlefield as you and Nat fought goon after goon. As you finally got rid of the last guy coming after you, you turned around to check on Natasha.

She was fighting the last guy, but your eyes widened as you took notice of the cartel leader with his gun pointed straight for Nat’s head. You sprinted towards Nat with a scream of “NO!” As you jump, taking two shots to your body. At the sound of your scream and your body hitting the ground, Nat took out the guy she was fighting and shot the leader in the arm, successfully knocking the gun out of his hand.

As soon as Nat moved the gun out of the man’s reach and gave him a punch in the face, knocking him unconscious, she turned her attention to you. God, there was so much blood. Nat examined the gunshot wounds, one had hit you in the chest while the other hit you in the stomach.

“You’re an idiot.” Nat quickly picked you up and made her way out of the warehouse towards the quinjet, as you screamed out in pain before sarcastically replying as you breathed heavily.

“You know, most people usually thank the person who just saved their life. Where are your manners, Romanoff?” You laughed, but that resulted in you wincing at the pain that coursed through your body. “Shut up, stop using up your energy.” Natasha scolded you as she made it to the quinjet and placed you on the medical table that was there. Nat made quick work of wrapping up your wounds in an attempt to catch the blood pouring out of you, “Keep applying pressure, if you don’t you’re going to bleed out. Do you hear me?” Natasha asked as you zoned out for a minute, the significant blood loss already having an effect on you. “Yeah.” You grunted out as you applied pressure to the two holes in your body.

Natasha moved to the front of the jet and made sure to put it into autopilot as soon as you guys were in the air. Nat then contacted the compound, letting them know that you guys would need medical assistance upon arrival.

After that, Nat moved back to you. She saw your eyes closing and panicked, “Hey! Keep your eyes open. You better not die on me, that’s gonna be a lot of paperwork and that’ll be a pain in my ass.” Nat tried to joke in an attempt to keep your attention on her and also to keep her own fear at bay. Natasha couldn’t help but blame herself for this.

She literally dragged you out of bed to get you to come here, and now look at the state you’re in; barely hanging on. You let out a small chuckle at her words, and you couldn’t help but think about how ironic this situation is. “You know Wanda said tha- that Pietro’s death was my fault.” Natasha snapped her head up from the wound on your chest where she was applying pressure to your eyes, anger coursed through her.

“What?” Natasha asked incredulously. “Yeah, I mean she wasn’t wrong. It’s amazing how ironic this whole situation is right now. She said it should’ve been me who died that day, saving that little boy. But inste-“ you paused as your vision went black for a second, but continued anyway.

“But instead, he died. He took bullets to save my life and died. Now look at me, I took bullets to save your life and I’m about to die. It’s what I deserve.” You said with a little smile. Natasha immediately protested, “No that’s not true. You’re not gonna die and you didn’t deserve this. Never sa- hey, hey, keep your eyes open for me. Come on we are almost there.” Natasha blurted out frantically as she noticed your eyes dangerously close to closing completely shut.

“It’s what I deserve.” You whisper as you give into the darkness. Natasha goes into a frenzy, not wanting to leave your side, but you guys were approaching the compound and she had to land the jet. Nat hurriedly landed the jet.

As soon as the doors to the jet opened, a team of doctors rushed in and put you on a stretcher, quickly rushing you to the medical room. Natasha stood in the center of the exit, as she turned around and grimaced at the pool of blood that rested below where you had previously laid. Steve’s eyes widen in horror as the doctors pushed you past him. He made his way out to the hangar where Natasha was stood.

“What the hell happened to Y/N?” Steve asked angrily. “They saved my life.” Nat said. “Please go and watch over them. I have to speak to Wanda.” Nat said seriously. As much as she wanted to be by her best friend’s side, she had some very strong words for Wanda.

Nat barged into Wanda’s room, and Wanda let out a yelp. “Jesus Nat, you scared me.” “I don’t care.” Natasha said in an icy tone. “What’s going on?” Wanda asked uncomfortably.

“What’s going on is you’re an asshole for making Y/N feel like your brother’s death was their fault. Thanks to you, they believe that the gunshot wounds they have in their chest and stomach are DESERVED. You made them feel like they deserved to get shot at. They genuinely believe they should die right now.” Wanda stood there trying to process what Natasha had just said.

“What do you mean gunshot wounds?” Wanda asked terrified. “We went on a mission. They jumped in front of a gun to save my life. They got shot twice. They lost consciousness when we got here. They’re in the medical wing right now.” Natasha calmed down as soon as she saw the heartbroken look on Wanda’s face.

Wanda had no idea that you went on a mission. I mean yeah she had been avoiding you, but she would’ve noticed still. You both had always been sure to let the other know when you had missions, it was your thing. You didn’t tell her this time, and why would you after the things she said? Wanda didn’t even bother trying to defend herself, she knew she was being an asshole. That didn’t matter right now, all that Wanda cared about was getting to you. She rushed out of her room, leaving Natasha behind, and ran towards the medical bay, ran towards you.

As soon as Wanda got to the medical bay, she is met with the sight of your pale, lifeless looking body sprawled across the medical table and multiple doctors hover over your form, trying to save your life. The only indication that you’re still alive is the heart monitor that they have you attached to. Wanda gasps at the sight before her, hand covering her mouth as tears threaten to fall from her emerald eyes.

She feels a hand grasp her shoulder and turns around to see Steve, and she immediately breaks down in his arms. Steve desperately wants to comfort Wanda, she was like a sister to him, but he knows that the only way Wanda would be okay is if you’re okay. You have to be okay.

5 hours later, Dr. Helen Cho approaches the team, who all gathered there once they heard what happened. Wanda had bloodshot red eyes and dried tears on her face as she stood in nothing but sweatpants and a sweater, not bothering to fix her appearance. Natasha was still in her bodysuit that was covered in your blood and Sam was still in his falcon suit, as he ditched his mission to be here. They all dropped everything to be there for you.

Dr. Cho had no emotion on her face, not giving away the intention of her next words. “Y/N lost a lot of blood. One of the bullets were lodged into their stomach and made a clean exit that we were able to fix. However...” the doctor took a pause and the entire team went stiff. Dr. Cho looked at the avengers sympathetically as she proceeded with her next words.

“The second bullet struck their aorta. It’s a major artery connected to the heart’s left ventricle that is extremely important and mostly responsible for pumping blood to the heart. We tried our hardest to save them, but they went into V-fib (A/N: meaning you flatlined). We attempted to bring their heart rate back with the defibrillator. We tried for 5 minutes, but there was no response. Y/N unfortunately didn’t make it. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

The team was struck with grief, pain, and sadness as Cho ended her explanation. Wanda was in shock. She refused to believe what she heard, praying to god that she was lying and that it was some sort of sick, twisted joke. How could she lose yet another loved one? Clint helped Wanda sit in the chair she had previously been sitting in, as the dam finally broke loose.

Sobs wracked her body as she pulled away from Clint’s hold. The only person she wanted to hold her right now was you, but that could never be possible again. Wanda abruptly stood up and got in the Doctor’s face.

“No. You’re lying. This is just some sort of sick joke. Y/N always loves pranking us, that’s all this is. Come out now Y/N, this isn’t funny, baby. Please...” Her angry tone quickly faltered into that of sadness.

Wanda would’ve fell to the floor and slammed her knees harshly on the floor if Nat hadn’t been there to hold her up. The entire team was crying, the news of your death mixed with Wanda’s heartbreaking reaction hurting them even more. The realization that the last thing she told you was that she hated you and that you should’ve died hit her like a ton of bricks.

Wanda couldn’t even breathe with the guilt that consumed her. It’s as if she cursed you, like she willed this to happen. You were all Wanda had at first when she joined the Avengers, you helped her grieve the loss of Pietro, helped her open up again, helped her be herself. You were her light at the end of the tunnel, but now all that was left for Wanda was darkness. Wanda hoped to every god there was that you knew how much she loved you, how sorry she was for the things she said.

She wishes she could take it all back, instead of letting fear consume her, she should’ve held you closer. Maybe you’d still be alive if she had held you closer instead of her pride. God, it wasn’t supposed to end this way, you were both supposed to live a long, happy life together.

She spent the last 2 weeks of your life, avoiding you like the plague. If she had known this would happen, she would’ve never fought with you. She would’ve spent all her time with you, and you wouldn’t have went on the mission to distract yourself from the argument, because it would’ve never happened.

You could’ve been okay if Wanda had been able to get a grip on her emotions. However, Wanda still blamed herself because now you’re gone. She pushed you away and you left the world thinking that the person who loved you most didn’t love you at all, and for that, Wanda could never forgive herself.