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EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY [CH 4] - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Summary: Y/N proposes to Wanda and she says… no. That’s when things get complicated, too much.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader | Natasha Romanoff x oc

ㅤㅤㅤ CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX - finale

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Warning: Somewhat graphic MCU violence, ANGST and FLUFF. As you know me: Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. This mcu style is my own, Natasha Romanoff will not die here. You're warned. She deserves to be happy.

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Songs you've need to listen reading this:

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The Great War Fade into you - Mash up ㅤㅤㅤ

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“Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff are in violation of the Sokovia Accords. They assaulted the king of Wakanda and now they're helping two of the most dangerous fugitives, Y/N Y/L/N and Julia Hale. Make an example out of them.” General Ross ordered his soldiers, who after taking courage entered the building surrounding it.

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It wasn’t an easy mission to find themselves against three enhanced and the fucking Black Widow.

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Ross's phone started ringing a few seconds later, unaware that a certain redhead was watching him through the cameras around the place.

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“Yeah?”

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“Don't do this.” Natasha left the phone on speaker and looked at herself in the mirror. “Come after me... I mean, you're embarrassing yourself. It looks desperate.”

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“Thought maybe you'd be calling me to cut a deal. 'Cause from my vantage point, it's the federal fugitive who's desperate.” Ross's voice showed how proud he felt, he had captured the elusive Black Widow.

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Natasha sighed, changing her blouse for a nice grey hoodie. “From my vantage point, you look like you could use some bed rest. What is this, your second triple bypass? You look like shit.”

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“I wouldn't worry about me.” Ross scoffed. “We got your sister, she's fiery! We got Barton, we got the Bishop girl, Sam Wilson...”

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Natasha clenched her jaw when she heard her sister's name, he knew how to press those weak points. Or at least try.

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“Everyone will recognize you all, Rogers is on the run too. You got no friends. Where you gonna go?”

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“I've lived a lot of lives before I met you, Ross.” Nat smiled and took her phone. “You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble. I'm done.”

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She ended the call and left that bathroom. As she walked to the bow of that boat, Ross right now was breaking into a long ago abandoned apartment.

Nat played him a trick again, he took the bite perfectly.

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“All good?” Y/N asked as she watched the redhead approach breaking that disposable phone.

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“The asshole swallowed it all.” Natasha threw the phone into the water. There was no one but them and some people sleeping, it was barely five in the morning.

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The breeze and the mist from the Norwegian fjords in front of them showed them one of the most beautiful landscapes they had ever seen.

Y/N handed her a cup of coffee and they both shared a moment together while Wanda and Jules rested before they reached Sæbø.

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“Perfect. Now we just... let's try to keep up.” Y/N sighed and looked around. Sæbø was a fairly quiet town, and living on the outskirts would give them a great advantage in staying unnoticed.

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“We need to draw less attention.” Nat licked her lips and leaned against the ship's rail, watching that beautiful place. “I never came to Norway, you know?”

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"It's beautiful." The brunette smiled. “Thank you for doing this, you didn't have to. You could have stayed on Stark's side, you know he would have supported you."

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“I know.” Nat sighed and turned to see her friend. “But I wouldn't leave my friends behind, Yelena wouldn't forgive me either.”

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Just remembering her sister and the conditions in which they surely kept her broke everything inside the spy.

Nat struggled a lot to find Yelena again and gain her trust, leaving her on the raft for a while longer was painful but necessary.

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“We can do this, and soon we will rescue Yelena. We just need time to put together everything we need.” Y/N placed her hand on the redhead's shoulder. Nat's teary green eyes broke her heart.

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“You promise me?”

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“I swear, Nat. We'll go get her.”

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“We've got a generator outside. It's petrol-powered. And the septic tank will need a flush in a couple of weeks, but, you know, I've got a guy coming for that.” Richard got out of that trailer and turned to see Nat, who was perched against the door smirking. “You okay? I hear things. You know, something about the Avengers getting divorced...”

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“Ugh. It's fine.” Natasha shrugged. “I'm actually better on my own.”

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The man arched an eyebrow, at least she was still looking really hot like always. “Are you sure?”

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“Because you can tell me, you know.” Richard smiled flirtatiously at her. “That's the way the whole friends thing works.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I know. I have friends.” Nat smiled and nodded toward the girls arriving at the trailer. “They’re there… and I don't pay you to worry.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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At that time, Y/N parked the small Lada Niva jeep in front of the campsite. They all started to unload all the supplies they had brought from three markets in the town. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N wore her hair in two braids, a huge plaid shirt and a cute beanie. Jules now had a wild ‘bisexual-bob’ cut with a few streaks of blonde, quite different from her typical dark hair. Wanda was the one who had made the makeover and according to the girls: she did an excellent job. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ And Wanda kept her brown hair but with bangs, making her look adorable and different. No one had recognized them until now, and if they did, they just smiled kindly and kept the secret to support them. They saved the world so many times, people saw that and cared for them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Did you get rejected again?” Y/N joked at Richard and he just shrugged. Wanda smiled - she knew Richard didn't stand a chance with Nat- and Jules just rolled her eyes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “She is hard to catch.” Richard got in his car and drove off. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The three arrived at the first trailer, while the other was a little further away, near the river. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Richard stopped by for some smooch or what?” Y/N joked, but Natasha just completely ignored it. Wanda just said a soft 'ew'. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Very funny… but seriously speaking, it's all done.” Nat showed them all the place, both trailers had a cozy bedroom, a bathroom, a nice sofa and TV, as well as a small kitchen. Everything was pretty cozy and good. “The idea would be that we live two in each trailers.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ They all agreed. Wanda walked through the trailer snooping around the kitchen area and the bedroom. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “The story, if the police come close - which I highly doubt - is that we are Aussies backpacking the world.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“It sounds pretty good.” Y/N nodded. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Looks good.” Wanda added. “Better than that small room in Budapest.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Good. Here are some important items, passports, weapons, some personal stuff you may need.” Nat took two of the bags and gave one to Y/N. “Wanda you coming with me, Jules and Y/N together.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N raised a brow. “That doesn’t sound safe, if they find us, you’re two Avengers with their faces on the magazines. They would recognize you instantly.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Y/N and me, you and Jules.” Wanda tried, trying to hide her intentions to spend more time with Y/N.

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They all looked at each other and then nodded, it didn't sound so bad.

“All that bloodshed, crimson clover. Uh huh, sweet dream was over. My hand was the one you reached for… All throughout the Great War...” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Her friend's voice made Y/N smile, Jules had a beautiful voice, so deep and so beautiful that she could send chills down your spine when she sang. Though she didn't do it much. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Come on, you can do it.” The currently blonde cheered her up. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The brunette closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and tried to think of some nice memory. Losing herself in that melancholic sensation and not letting be carried away by sadness, Y/N raised her hand and felt how the breeze hit her face. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The leaves of the trees on the ground began to swirl around them, nothing violent, like a slow dance. In perfect sync. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N smiled when she noticed how the leaves danced, some clouds formed over them but the inhuman dissipated them carefully. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “How does it feel?” Jules asked. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“It’s… it’s different. I feel everything, it’s like… when I’m angry the thunder-clouds talk to me, they beg me to let them rain. The power of the storm flows through my veins, my mind, it's part of me.” Y/N shrugged, few seconds later everything calmed down and the leaves fell to the ground. “That was good, right?”

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“Good? It was amazing! You are improving a lot... I’m proud of you!” Jules smiled proudly but couldn't help feeling a little sad, which her friend noticed.

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“You okay?” Y/N approached her.

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“I’m just… I used to be an agent, you know? I was good at it.” Jules swallowed, lowering her gaze somewhat sadly. “Now I'm afraid of... of not knowing what I am.”

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Feeling that you are different and starting to know yourself was something incredible, scary but incredible. But what happens when you don't know what you are? Or rather: what you can do.

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“What happens if I explode? What happens if... something catches fire because of me? What would happen if...? I don't know.” Jules panicked but Y/N rushed to hug her. “What if I hurt you all? Maybe I should go, be alone...”

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“That will not happen, everything will be fine. You won't hurt us, okay?” Y/N smiled tenderly and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “Soon you’ll know, when it is time, we will discover it together…”

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Jules didn't say anything, just seemed lost in fear and thoughts.

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“You with me?”

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“All the way.” The blonde smiled.

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Y/N nodded and took her arm so they could walk together down that path in the woods, coming back to the trailers.

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“So… You haven't talked to Wanda?” Jules smiles mischievously, biting her bottom lip.

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“Jules…”

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“I don’t know how to do it.” Y/N sighed, she felt too lost and confused. It was so much easier when Wanda was acting like a jerk, it made 'ignoring' her so much easier. “She wants to try or something, I don't know. Last time she told me that she was very sorry for everything she did.”

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The blonde sighed and shrugged. “Maybe…you should give it to her.”

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“You think so?” Y/N couldn't believe it, she had to stop to see her friend face to face. “You're the one who was mad at her the most. You wanted to kick her as soon as you found out.”

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“Well we all have our moments, don't we? Forgive and forget and all that shit.” Jules rolled her eyes. “Besides, I heard how every day she came to talk to you while we were locked up… Y/N, she loves you and she’s sorry.”

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“But-”

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“And you know what?” Jules stopped, being serious this time. What she wanted most in the world was for her best friend and sister to be happy. “We’re running across the world, as if we were the worst criminals on this planet. Don't you think you deserve a little rest? We can end up locked up in the middle of the ocean, it's time for you to live. Be with her.”

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“I’m scared.” Y/N shrugged and put her hands in the pockets of the hoodie. “What if she hurts me again? What if she walks away again and broke me again with her absence?”

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“What if it doesn't happen?” Jules arched an eyebrow, winning this battle.

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Y/N sighed in defeat. “Maybe…”

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“Besides that a little sex wouldn't hurt.” Jules teased and they both started walking, reaching the campsite soon.

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“Shut up.” Y/N giggled and pushed her.

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“Go, talk to her… she was in our trailer doing some stuff when I left. Meanwhile, I'll go to... to town to buy something, or the river. Just try not to blow the roof off my trailer when you reach an orgasm.” Jules teased one more time and moved away from her, patting Y/N’s shoulder.

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“Now?” Y/N panicked when she saw the trailer door open and heard how Wanda hummed a beautiful lullaby.

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“Now it sounds on time.” Jules turned to see her but kept walking backwards. “Remember that we do not have much life expectancy in this job.”

Y/N entered the trailer and watched as the brunette was humming and cooking something. She couldn't help but smile.

ㅤㅤㅤ “Hey, Wands.” ㅤㅤㅤ Wanda turned around quickly when she heard her, smiling as soon as she saw Y/N. That day got so much better. ㅤㅤㅤ “Hi! You came back, I thought you both got lost in the woods.” Wanda joked while drying her hands. Apparently she was baking some bread.

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Y/N laughed. “We just went for a walk for a while, to clear our minds.”

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“That sounds good, sometimes it's necessary when this is… too much...” Wanda sighed, looking around her.ㅤㅤㅤ

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“Today I was able to move the treetops a bit. Very slowly, without causing any trouble. No thunderstorms, no tornadoes, no hail. Just everything under control.” For the first time, she was glad to have some kind of control over her powers. It felt so good, she felt happy.

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“Really?” Wanda smiled widely. “Wow, Y/N, that’s so good.”

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“Thank you.” Y/N blushed and keep their hands in their pockets. Hoped Wanda wouldn't be able to hear her heart pound with her being so close.

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“At least this time I didn't make it rain when I'm feeling a little sad.” Y/N joked but recalled one of their most interesting moments there. “That would draw too much attention to us again, especially when the forecast says it will be just cloudy all week.”

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Wanda giggled. “Yeah, I'm sure Ross must have a whole team googling ‘weird weather stuff’ around the world.”

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“Maybe I should even be guilty of global warming!I bet you he'll tell that to the President!”

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They both laughed and it felt so warm, so good and familiar. They could finally share a personal moment together after so much.

Y/N stayed for a moment watching as Wanda cut some vegetables and dropped them into the pot, stirring it slowly. Making a delicious sauce for spaghetti.

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“I like how the bangs looks on you. It takes my breath away.” Y/N sighed. Wanda looked up quickly, the hope inside growing exponentially upon hearing that.

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“Do you think so?” Those hopeful green eyes sparkled.ㅤ

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“I love it, and your brown hair is... lovely.” Y/N walked over to her and stood by her side, tucking a strand of hair behind the ear.

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“Thank you.” The sokovian murmured, biting her lower lip. “I like how you look too.”

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“I did nothing.” Y/N looked at herself.

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“I know.”

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They both looked at each other without saying anything, just the exquisite tension that they missed so much.

Since they had been together, everything was so beautiful and different. So exciting and romantic enough to scare Wanda away completely and to hurt Y/N and keep distance from her.

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“Wanda?” Y/N whispered.

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Wanda swallowed, without breaking the connection between their gazes. “Yes, detka?”

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“I missed you.”

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Wanda smiled tenderly and happily. “I missed you too.”

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“You hurted me so bad.”

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Well, that had been as long as she could take. Wanda felt she couldn't climb too high as she was soon plummeting back down.

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“I know.” Wanda looked down.

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“No, no like that.” Y/N pursed her lips, it was time to drop everything once and for all to heal. “You said I wasn't THAT person you saw a future with, you didn't even know you'd be with me that long.”

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“I've said a lot of things, I know that! I was so scared, Y/N.” The brunette hugged herself. “You have no idea how scared it was to love you that way and... to feel that you loved me as much or more than I loved you. Cause I love you, so much you can't even imagine. But I felt… I felt small and scared of losing everything, that it was more than what I deserve. I was afraid that I wouldn't be enough for you, that I didn’t deserve you.”

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“We know that. And I forgive you...” Y/N sighed, she settled next to the redhead. “But if we want to move forward, we have to let go of everything that hurts us.”

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“Move forward…?” Wanda looked at her without understanding, and without wanting to get too excited for nothing.

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“I'm sorry I asked you to marry me, maybe it was too soon.”

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“No! No… It wasn't... I was just afraid, I lost everything, my family, my country, and then I have you and... I was terrified of losing you. Watching you die like everyone around me.”

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Y/N took her hand to gently caress Wanda's cheek. “You won't lose me.”

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Wanda blinked in disbelief, this was what she expected. “Is… Is this a… are we?”

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“I don’t know yet…” The taller woman narrowed her eyes playfully. “Let's go slowly, if that's alright with you.”

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Y/N was encouraged to go further and hugged Wanda’s waist who, instantly upon feeling her touch, clung to her. It didn't take long for them to kiss again, to join once more in a caress that they had been waiting for so long.

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Wanda was lost in Y/N's soft lips, in that familiar and pleasant warmth. Her belly was so warm, screaming that she was completely in love with Y/N.

There was no case, no matter how long she refused to accept it, she was in love. Wanda Maximoff is in love.

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“How about we... have a date.” She sighed once they broke away from the kiss, smiling so excited.

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Y/N chuckled, she didn’t allow herself to let go of her waist. “Oh, Wands... I think we've been through more than one date, don't you?”

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“I know, but... now we're getting to know each other again, and everything has changed so much.” Wanda took courage, defeating all the nerves she felt. “Would you come on a date with me?”

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Waiting for a while, enjoying that, Y/N nodded before pecking those lips. “Of course.”

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And while they tried to make their first date special, it didn't take long for them to end up in the huge bed in Wanda's room. Naked bodies finding each other under the soft sheets.

Y/N's lips ran down the back of her beloved, so slowly, little by little, discovering her once again. Making each other their own, complementing each other perfectly.

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The smiles were not lacking, the words of love and eternal promises. Wanda kissed Y/N’s hand when they intertwined their fingers, after making love all night.

Of course this was going to work, this time, nothing was going to stop them.

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“We still have to go on a second date, okay?” Y/N laughed when Wanda bit her naked shoulder and kept kissing her arm and chest.

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“All the dates you want… as long as they don't find out about us.”

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“Do you know something? Maybe I’m selfish but… I like this moment, together. Just us.” Wanda snuggled up against her girlfriend. “Without a huge noisy city and problems to solve like Avengers…. Is that selfish?”

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“No, it’s not, my love. And if it was…” She took a moment to admire her body. “It's not bad to be selfish sometimes, you know? It makes us human.

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“Sorry, I had to go inside because it's late and so fucking cold outside.” Jules got into the trailer trying to warm her hands, rubbing them together. “In my trailer there are two lovebirds loving each other non-stop.”

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Natasha -who was eating something on the sofa in front of the tv- looked at her in confusion, not sure if it was because of what she said or because Jules had walked in.

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“Oh.” Nat nodded. “I'm glad they fixed it.”

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“Yeah.” Jules walked over and sat in one of the chairs, taking off her coat. The place was much warmer than outside. Natasha took one of her beer bottles and held it out to her. “Oh, you watching Bond? Nice.”

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“Yep.” Nat didn't take her eyes off the TV, lost in the dialogues she knew by heart.

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“Moonraker? Do you like Moonraker?” Jules smiled curiously, but Natasha quickly turned a bit annoyed.

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“Yeah, why? Will you also tell me that it is crap and that others are better?” The redhead raised an eyebrow.

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“No, I like it too. Besides to 'The spy who loved me'.” Jules shrugged and settled back to keep watching the movie, not realizing that the russian's gaze was still on her. “I didn't know you liked James Bond movies, guess it's something between spies...”

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“Kinda.” Natasha's serious face softened, perhaps she was too tough at times to let anyone else into her life. Yelena did it since they were kids, but Clint had given her the chance to be friends, something impossible for her.

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When she joined the Avengers, her heart opened up a little more to that complex 'family'. But after that, she hadn't allowed herself to love or accept anyone else.

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‘You're not a sportsman, Mr. Bond. Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python?’

‘Because I discovered he had a crush on me.’

‘Moonraker 1 on preset launch program...’

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“I like how your hair looks on you.” The redhead said without further ado, almost like a whisper. She remembered the time where Jules and Y/N had been locked up, how guilt devoured painfully her all those weeks.

Natasha had broken many hearts in her life, but she had never been so sorry for one of them before.

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“Yeah, imagine if I were bald!” Jules teased.

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“No, I mean it. The blonde…” She swallowed, leaving a small door open in that gesture. And Jules took it, putting the film aside for a moment to watch Nat. ㅤㅤㅤ “Thank you.”

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Green and light brown met. Again, this one looks different.

It wasn't at a Stark party where flirting was normal, or somewhere in hiding to make out and then pretend nothing happened.

This was sharing.

ㅤㅤㅤ “What's that? jam?” Jules took that little jar and spoon from Nat’s hand, taking a good taste of that delicious jelly or whatever she thought it was. It was so salty, clearly it wasn't jam, Jules made a disgusted face and dropped the jar in the trash. “Natasha, what the fuck?”

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“Hey!” Nat complained, looking at the trash can. “That’s a good caviar!”

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“Jeez, couldn't you buy some chips or something?” She tried to wipe the taste from her mouth and wrinkled her nose. “Ugh…”

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“No, because I thought I was going to watch my fucking movie alone. Eating my caviar.” Natasha huffed. “And don't pretend, you know it didn't taste so bad.”

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“Y/N always buy chips.” Jules whispered mischievously, noticing how Nat turned to see her somewhat interested in that information. “And I don't think she'll come back, right?”

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Natasha smirked. “I don't think so.”

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Jules chuckled and got up to grab some chips from Y/N's cabinet. She tossed one to Nat who quickly caught it. Both were lost in the movie for a while until one of the two broke the silence.

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Nat whispered. “I know we haven't talked much since you… you know.”

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“Since I called you heartless bitch?” The blonde muttered as she ate some nachos.

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Nat smiled a little amused. “In fact you called me ‘The bitch with a selective heart’.”

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“Oh, yeah, I remember.” Jules smiled proudly, taking a sip of the beer.

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“You and I were never able to talk about everything that happened, Julia.” The spy knew the effect it had when she called her by that name.

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“One, don’t call me Julia. Two, kind of hard when you spend time locked in a rock and then run around hiding from some governments.” The brown-eyed woman teased but never took her eyes off the tv.

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“You loved me.” Nat finally said, swallowing, saying it out loud was very different. “That night you said that you loved me.”

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“It's in the past.” Jules avoided looking at her, opening another bag of chips.

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The russian tilted her head. “Is it?”

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“What do you want me to say, Natasha?” Jules snapped, staring at her now. “That I HAD feelings for you? That I cried like a fucking teenager and that turns my stomach just remembering it? Want me to say that I fall in love with you? That I loved you?”

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Jules let out a sad giggle.

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“Yeah, I did. I never felt so humiliated when you slept with another agent after that.” Jules stared into Natasha's green eyes, losing herself in them but not in the same way as before. “and every time I remember… Every time I remember what I told you, and how you humiliated me for that, makes me want to hit myself so bad.”

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“I’m sorry.” Natasha genuinely apologized, feeling so much guilt inside. She didn't understand what was the desire to cry that she felt lately, a loneliness that she appreciated before and now drowned her. “I know I was harsh…”

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“That wasn’t being harsh, that was being an asshole. Punishing me in front of my teammates to make a point.” Jules swallowed, feeling the bitterness.

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“I wasn't ready. I was taught that love is for children.”

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The blonde sighed and shook her head, completely defeated. “Well, there's no point in debating that anymore, is there, honey?”

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Those words made Nat swallow, what was that feeling of sadness? Rejection perhaps?

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“We are no longer the same.” Jules drank some beer before keep going, licking her lips. “We're two... ex-agents on the run. Besides that now I am a freak with powers that I still don't know, and I don't know how to control.”

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Nat watched her with tenderness and perhaps some concern. “You’re not a freak.”

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“Anyway...” Jules sighed. “At least I can say that I fell in love once. And with the amazing ‘Black Widow’, at least I won't be the only one.”

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The girl smiled and brought her beer closer to clink it against Nat's.

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“I don't feel very amazing right now.” Natasha bit her bottom lip.

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Jules saw a certain sadness in those green eyes, knew instantly what she meant. “It's not your fault. We'll go get Yelena and everybody, soon.”

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She took the spy's hand and squeezed it. ㅤㅤㅤ

“We just have to wait to get everything, the Quinjet and... we can go, I know.”

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They both smiled tenderly, it was time to support each other.

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“Why did you stop loving me?”

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Jules dropped her head back on the sofa, here we go again. “There's no point in talking about it, Romanoff.”

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“Maybe I do want to talk about it now.”

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“Oh, now is a good time to talk about it?” Jules perhaps said something sarcastic and harsh, but hearing herself that way made her feel bad, she sighed and tried to calm down. “It's pointless now, Nat.”

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“Why not?”

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“Because there's no point in loving someone who can't love you.”

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“Because I'm a heartless bitch, right?”

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“No, because I'm not enough for you!” Jules exploded and then got up from the couch. “I am not enough and I never will be, you told me that. And I don't understand why you make me relive it now! Again!”

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Natasha looked at her worriedly, noticing the girl's eyes fill with tears.

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“I'm fine, trying to move on. Maybe one day I'll meet a pretty girl, I don't know, who loves me as I am and for what I am. And I will stop being in love with an impossible crush like you.” She inhaled deeply trying not to cry this time. “We can be friends.”

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Natasha frowned and stood up to face her. “I don't want that.”

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“Okay, teammates at least.”

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Nat was a little nervous for not knowing how to express herself. “No, I don’t mean that. I mean, I want to be something else.”

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Jules frowned, trying to see the catch. “Why now?”

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“Why not?”

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“Is it because I'm your only option since we're running away?” ㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha chuckled wryly. “Do you think that would stop me? I lived as a spy, I had many lives before I was Natasha Romanoff."

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“Oh cool, the woman of many lives.” Jules rolled her eyes.

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“You've been spellbound with me for months, looking for an opportunity. You have it now, why don't you want it?” Nat couldn't understand what had changed in Jules’s heart this time. “Why don’t you want me?”

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“Because I'm better than this.” Jules said those words as if trying to believe it for the first time in her life. “I'm better than ‘something to settle for and that's it’.”

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“But I like you.”

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She sighed. “I know, Nat, we fucked many times.”

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“No, you moron.” Nat smiled and shook her head. “I think I'm falling in love with you, for a long time.”

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"And I don't know how to do it, I was never in love. I've always been in control of myself and my feelings, and now… I don't know how to do it when you're here."

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Those words made Natasha sigh deeply, finally releasing one of the most powerful sentences of her life. And it felt good, pretty good. Finally.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Unlike Jules, who looked like a huge bucket of cold water had been dropped on her. Completely shocked.

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“Oh no.” The blonde mumbled. “Really?”

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“Aren't you happy with that? I thought you would be.” Natasha frowned in amusement, stretching out her hand to take the girl's and they both sat down on the sofa again, sharing the blanket.

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“I know, it's just… I-I never thought that would happen.” Jules swallowed, feeling her heart start beating faster than ever. “What are we going to do?”

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“We can go slow too.” Natasha offered, trying to look sure and confident, but inside her an endless number of flying things stirring anxiously. It felt so strange and charming for the first time.

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“We can watch the movie.” Jules said barely, with a small smile on her lips and a special sparkle in her eyes.

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“We can do that.” Nat smiled one more time.

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They both stayed together, watching the movie. Without realizing it, Jules laid her head on the redhead's shoulder and everything felt good, for both of them.

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Both hearts beat fast, this time not because of sex but because of the closeness. And without realizing it, around that place some beautiful daisies grew quickly, under the moonlight. Something magic.

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But unlike the other two, going slow was not the idea at all. Since that night, Wanda and Y/N hadn’t separated again.

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Of course, although Y/N spent a lot of time in Wanda's trailer, sometimes Jules kicked her out so she could rest one night on her own bed.

After sharing a delicious stew and a last dinner in that place they considered their home for a while, they were ready to move on with their plans.

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In the distance, over the mountains, one of the most beautiful northern lights could be seen. An incredibly unique event.

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“What do we have?” Nat asked as she drank some of her beer, the four of them were around a nice bonfire under the moonlight.

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“Underwater prison, prisoners have no contact with the outside world, and they never return to it.” Y/N stroked the bridge of her nose. “I spoke with a former S.H.I.E.L.D. The place is guarded by US Marshasls. It's not impossible but not easy either.”

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“That place is for maniacs, it's a place for…” Natasha seemed quite worried.

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“Criminals.” Wanda finished the sentence, looking at the fire. The reflection from the campfire making her eyes look even more beautiful.

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“Our source said that Clint and Ant-dude made a deal, as long as they both retire.” Jules took a sip of the beer.

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Natasha nodded, at least Clint was safe. He had a family, he couldn't lose everything.

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“Steve will join us in Dublin.” Nat watched the three of them, handing them new long range earpieces. “You'll take out the Marshall's while we entertain Ross with a show of 'Rogers gives himself up'.”

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“And then?” Wanda asked what everyone was thinking at that moment. “After that, what are we going to do?

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“Flee, possibly continue to live as nomads.” Y/N grimaced, pushing some wood towards the fire. “They will come back to look for us, maybe more than before.”

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“So…” Jules sighed and raised her beer, toasting. “Let's get them out of there.”

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“To them.”

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"To family."

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They all toasted their friends and enjoyed that drink of beer. It was their last night there, and they had to be strong because the next day, everything was going to change. Forever.

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And things changed, quite a lot. Together with Steve, they all managed to get all their friends out of the Raft alive.

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They began to live as nomads, from one place to another without finding a home. By carrying out the missions and taking care of things that the governments didn't do, they took justice into their own hands.

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Because even though S.H.I.E.L.D fell and the Avengers were done, it didn't mean the cause was lost.

Things with Wanda improved a lot, although sometimes being together was difficult when you were hiding. Romantic getaways are rare, but at least they were together.

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For example, the time they visited Rome momentarily, they took the opportunity to escape together.

Wanda took advantage of every moment to make Y/N fall in love again, even though Y/N was afraid. And Y/N took advantage to make each moment unique. Also that sex was so much more interesting when you are one of the most wanted women in the world.

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Y/N was controlling her powers so much better, understanding them more instead of repressing them. Wanda taught her a lot about it, reminding that fear was only going to make everything worse.

ㅤㅤㅤ When the day was sunny, she felt an enormous peace and a warmth that filled her with vigor.

When the day was rainy, she would rejoiced into the comfort and happiness. Feeling how the rain wrapped her in a fresh embrace, renewing her.

When there was a storm, she felt her blood pumping hard and her heart pounding fast. Feeling this unique adrenaline rush, Y/N felt complete and powerful. Lightning streaking across the sky, thunder making the earth tremble.

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A wide smile formed on her lips. She felt complete.

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And Wanda felt enormous happiness to see Y/N accept and understand herself.

Since she left Y/N that time, Wanda hadn't been the same, but now that they given themselves a chance together, Wanda felt like she was living again. A new opportunity that she wasn’t going to waste, ever again.

And they all saw it, they all saw again how in love they were. Not just Y/N this time, both.

Until one night, everything drastically changed. New York had been attacked again, and Earth just lost her best defenders.

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Wanda and Y/N were on a little romantic getaway on Scotland when they found out about this, while Natasha, Steve, Jules, and Sam watched the whole thing on tv.

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Without hesitation, they all jumped into the quinjet as fast as they could to head to the Compound, where they were greeted by James Rhodes and Bruce Banner.

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“The world's on fire.” Those were the exact words of Y/N when she saw the videos on the screens, over and over again. The attack on New York, the day Tony and Spider-man were gone.

Thanos's ships were outside the stratosphere awaiting orders.

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She reached for Wanda's hand to intertwine their fingers, sharing the same look of concern. This could be the end of everything, but they would be together until the end. ㅤㅤㅤ

“We can do this.” Wanda whispered and leaned her head on Y/N's shoulder, as they waited for the Quinjet to land in wakanda. If a battle did take place, it would be ideal to do it where they the local advantage.

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“We can do this.” Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath.

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“I love you, detka... This is forever.” ㅤㅤㅤ

“I love you, Wands.”

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"When we get back… do you think…" Wanda bit her lower lip, a little nervous. “Do you think we could do…?”

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Y/N frowned blankly. “What?”

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“Marry me.”

ㅤㅤㅤ That left Y/N speechless, she tried to search Wanda's gaze for some sign that it was a joke or that it was just part of the despair of the moment, but she could only see love on her girlfriend's look. Just that, just love. Right time, the right place.

ㅤㅤㅤ “Wands…”

ㅤㅤㅤ "Please, detka." Wanda sighed, wishing with all her heart that Y/N would say yes. "Marry me."

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The sokovian took her girlfriend's hand. “This time is different… Y/N, I can't see a life without you. Let's get married."

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Y/N just stays silent for a moment, looking at her. And a smile begins to slowly appear on her lips.

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“Yeah.”

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Wanda smiled feeling the tears forming in her eyes. "Is it a yes?"

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“It’s a hell yeah! Let's get married, girl.”

ㅤㅤㅤ They both giggled and hugged each other tightly, before sealing that pact with a deep, passionate and needy kiss of love. Now all they need to do was survive the great war. ㅤㅤㅤ

Meanwhile, in the control cabin of the quinjet were those two women about to land in Wakanda, they only needed the coordinates that Steve was giving them and they would go through the shield that protected that sacred place. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Always remember we’re burned for better. I vowed I would always be yours… If we survived the Great War.” Jules sang to herself, remembering that beautiful song.

ㅤㅤㅤ Nat cocked her head to look at her with tenderness. “Jules?”

ㅤㅤㅤ “Yeah?”

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Of endless words that she wanted to say, after being together for some time, the spy just tried her best: “You’re a good co-pilot.”

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Jules chuckled, pressing a few buttons on the panel.

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“Thanks, I worked my ass off on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy just to hear that.” The blonde joked, while making sure everything was alright. She turned to see Nat for a moment. “You okay?”

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“t's funny...” Nat cleared her throat. “My whole life, I didn't think I had any family. Turns out I got two, so... one of them's a bit of a mess right now.”

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“It'll all work out, Nat.” Jules sighed and reached out to squeeze her hand gently. “We will do it together.”

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Smiling and nodding solemnly, Natasha trusted her girl's words.

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Of course they hadn't given her any official name to this ‘thing’ yet, not even a relationship, they hadn't even told each other how much they loved each other. But everyone knew it, even Yelena who saw them from afar and couldn't help but say "ew", making everyone laugh. But of course, inside was so happy for her big sister.

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And although they tried to be brave, they gave everything of themselves in that battle. They fought against huge hordes of aliens, a genetically engineered race of extraterrestrial creatures, so awful and agressive.

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“This is it, right?” Jules said feeling like she was out of breath when she saw how those creatures charged against them. “The great war.”

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“Whatever happens, please, stay with me.” Y/N whispered, looking at Natasha, Yelena and Jules. They gave themselves the strength to start with this. Wanda was taking care that Vision was safe, that the universe was safe depended on. Although all she could think about was y/n, hoping she was safe.

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There wasn't much to say other than that it was one of the toughest battles of their lives. All the defenders of that Earth, fighting to make it survive another day.

Y/N took advantage of her powers to kill all the aliens she could, of course not too much because could get out of control and hurt everybody. She rose up, flying and smashed as many as she could with lightning and hurricanes. Fury and storm.

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Jules did the same although she still tried her best being a simple agent with weapons and shield making a wonderful team with Natasha.

She hadn't discovered her abilities yet, but one day, she would.

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“Fall back! Fall back, now!” Y/N exclaimed trying to make the Wakandans in front of her move away, watching as those huge bladed wheel-like were heading towards her and the Wakandans. “Guys, we got a situation here. I can’t stop-”

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“On my way.” Wanda spoke through the earpiece and got ready to go to help her, when something hit her with enormous strength. ㅤㅤㅤ

“She'll die alone.” Proxima threatened her, hitting Wanda with the grip of the sword hard enough to leave the sokovian crawling on the ground. "As will you."

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“She's not alone.” Natasha's sassy voice made Proxima turn to look at her. Natasha was on one side and Yelena on the other, raising her Widow's batons, ready to start the battle.

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Everything seemed to go on their side, the battle was favorable for the Avengers until a portal opened, letting that fearsome villain through.

And as they could, each one of them faced the mad titan in the way they could to prevent him from reaching Wanda and Vision. And each one of them was defeated, since he wore the gauntlet.

Steve. Bucky. Sam. T'Challa. The Hulk. Each and every one of them fell.

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Y/N stepped in the way and caused one of the most powerful thunders to strike on him, but the titan used the reality stone to prevent her from doing it again. Y/N was punched badly, her nose was broken and blood dripped from it and her lips.

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She tried again but Thanos threw her against some rocks.

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Jules tried to get in the way too, gritting teeth and trying her best, drawing a strength that she didn't know where it came from, she managed to make the earth shake, huge roots come out of the ground and catch him. But the Titan was stronger than that. He broke free and got rid of her too, as well as Yelena and Natasha.

They all fell and when he got the gem, that terrifying snap made everything change.

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“Where'd he go?”

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“Steve?” Bucky muttered before falling apart and turning to ashes. Desperate, everyone looked around them to see if their friends were okay.

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“Wanda?” Y/N murmured and ran towards her beloved, who was on the ground crying. “My love, come on.”

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She knelt down beside the sokovian to help her up, but seconds after taking Wanda’s hand, it began to disappear. “Wanda, no,no, no, no.”

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Wanda looked up to see the love of her life one more time, those huge green eyes full of pain, sadness and love saw looked at her for the last time. “I love you, detka.”

ㅤㅤ And she disappeared, just like that, in her arms. Y/N she burst into tears, shocked, terrified to see how the love of her life left her forever.

Y/N searched around as if trying to find her but everything was ashes, just ashes, and anguish everywhere. Crying impossible to contain, uncertainty and pain.

ㅤㅤ “Nat?” Jules whimpered reaching out her hand to hold Natasha's, who looked at her with a tender look. Natasha Romanoff turned to ashes along with everyone else. “NATASHA!” she yelled.

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“Sestra?! SESTRA, WHERE ARE YOU?” Yelena also screamed through the forest, looking for the redhead, trying that whistle but never received an answer.

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They got up to help those who were left, completely devastated by the loss.

Today the universe lost its greatest protectors, and half of its population.

Sighing heavily, Y/N stared at the screen once the meeting ended. She had been in contact with the remaining Avengers, who were at least trying to keep this world upright.

Steve was on an important mission, so it was their turn to take care of the Compound.

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“Where are you?” Y/N asked Rhodey, who had stayed on the line after everyone hung up.

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“Mexico.” Rhodes sighed tiredly. “The Federales found a room full of bodies… Looks like a bunch of cartel guys, never even had a chance to get their guns off.”

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The inhuman leaned back in her chair, exhausted. “It's probably a rival gang.”

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“Except it isn't.” Rhodes shook his head, knowing that Y/N would have a hard time accepting the truth but she had to. “It's definitely Julia.”

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Y/N swallowed, feeling her eyes fill with tears but she couldn't show weakness.

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“What she's done here... Y/N, what she's been doing for the last few years…” Rhodey felt enormous sadness for them, but Y/N had to understand what Jules had become. “She calls herself an 'eco-terrorist'. I mean, the scene that she left…” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Call me when you have more information and please…” Y/N was blunt. “Do not engage, just call me. I'm the only one who can stop her.”

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Rhodey nodded and his hologram disappeared. Y/N breathed shakily, tried to stay calm. A cool breeze made the treetops move slightly.

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“Easy, today's forecast does not say that there will be storms.” Her friend's hoarse voice brought her back to reality, Yelena approached her with two bowls of mac & cheese.

Sadness was reflected in those gloomy eyes, but the widow kept standing.

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“Eat, please.” The blonde told her with that thick accent, putting the bowl in front of her and sitting next to Y/N, putting some hot sauce on hers. “That is my favorite.”

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“Thank you.” Y/N sniffled.

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“Are you okay, Y/N/N?”

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“I'm just worried about her.” Y/N swallowed and wiped the tears from her eyes. “She's taking a rocky path to come back from.”

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Yelena sighed and took her hand, trying to support her in this. They had spent years side by side, trying to get over the loss and the pain. “You know it could have been me, If it weren't for you, I would be with her.”

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“But you didn’t.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"I decided to go back, she decided to stay."

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Y/N felt hurt by Jules, but above all, she felt her absence. Y/N understood her more than anyone, but it hurts. “I feel like I have failed her.”

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“She lost everything, Y/N/N.”

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“But not us.” Y/N cleared her throat, eating some mac and cheese.

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Touché. That was true.

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“And we'll let her know she won't lose us when she decides to come back.” The widow sighed, changing the subject to a less sad and more interesting one. For example: what was it like to receive e-mails from a raccoon?

ㅤㅤPart II is going to be the finale...

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Feeling love's strange

Hellooooo Well I love the band Black Sabbath, rockers and Goddess Maddy... so I wrote this shit Hope you like!!!

Maddy Perez was accustomed to the fast-paced and party-filled life in California. But everything changed when a new boy moved to town. He was different from the others: he had a rough appearance, listened to heavy rock, and most notably, he had a motorcycle that accompanied him everywhere.

From the moment she saw him, Maddy felt a strange attraction to him. Although his defiant image contrasted with her lifestyle, she couldn't help but feel intrigued. She wanted to know him beyond appearances and discover what lay behind that facade.

At one of the famous weekend parties, Maddy attended with Cassie, Lexi, Rue, and Jules. For most of the party, Maddy danced, drank, and avoided eye contact with her ex-boyfriend Nate. At one point, a jerk on the dance floor grabbed her face and kissed her. Maddy pushed him away, slapped him, and left the crowd to go to the bathroom to fix her ruined makeup.

Maddy was looking at herself in the mirror when someone entered the bathroom. It was him. She couldn't help but glance at him, intrigued by his appearance and mysterious aura.

"¿Hello, do you mind if I join you here? This place is a bit crowded," he said, smiling slightly.

Maddy looks at him and smiles.

"Sure, go ahead. No problem." She bites her lower lip. "By the way, I've never seen you at these parties before. Are you new in town?"

"That's right. My name is Roger," he introduced himself.

"I'm Maddy."

"Lovely name, Maddy," Roger said subtly, savoring the girl's name. "I moved here recently. Came in search of a fresh start, I suppose," Roger said and shrugged.

"A fresh start, huh? Sounds interesting," Maddy said curiously as she crossed her arms. "And what specifically brought you to California?"

Roger leaned on the sink and took a cigarette from the pocket of his jeans, lit it, and took a drag, under Maddy's watchful eye.

"Freedom, I guess. I wanted to escape my old life and experience something different. Also, I like the weather here and the vibe of the city," he chuckled softly. "And, of course, the music."

"Music? What kind of music do you like?" Maddy asked interested.

"Heavy rock. It's my passion. Music has a unique way of expressing what I feel, and heavy rock makes my heart beat faster," he said with a spark of excitement in his eyes.

"I understand what you mean. Music is my escape too, but I tend to lean more towards a different style, something softer and melodic."

"So, I guess we're like polar opposites in that sense. But maybe that's what makes it interesting," Roger said with a grin.

Maddy laughed. "Yes, I suppose so." She moved a little closer to him. "But sometimes they say that opposites attract."

"That's true. And I think I might be feeling that attraction right now."

Maddy blushed slightly and nervously played with a strand of her hair.

"Oh, really? Well, I guess it could be mutual."

Roger leaned in a bit closer to her, crouching a bit to reach her height, and looked into her eyes, whispering, "Why don't we find out?"

Maddy took a deep breath and felt drawn to him.

"Maybe we should."

She leaned in, and their lips met in a passionate kiss, tasting the alcohol and tobacco on each other's lips.

The background music and noise from the party faded away as Maddy and the motorcycle boy immersed themselves in their own world, exploring the connection they had just discovered in the middle of the party.

The unexpected encounter only fueled Maddy's desire to get to know the motorcycle boy better. They started to meet casually, sharing laughs and conversations about music, life, and dreams. Although their worlds seemed opposite, they found a deep connection between them.

With time, Maddy discovered that behind his rough appearance, the boy was someone sensitive, passionate about music, and had a heart full of dreams. And he, in turn, admired Maddy's courage and authenticity, how she was different from the other girls he had met.

The End

#maddy perez x reader #maddy perez x male!reader #euphoria #maddy perez

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sicknessbysalem · 2 months

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god i love saylor and julian. i need MORE. since you just did a saylor fic, can we get another with sick julian?? i think he’s precious. maybe they get invited to a party and he gets sick there or something?? love your work!

i went overboard with this i am sure. but i love making either of them suffer.

if you have anymore questions, comments, concerns, etc., send me a request!

tw emeto, scat, fever, character accidentally getting sick on someone, mentions of homelessness

Julian sat cross-legged on Saylor’s bed, his eyes wide with excitement. "Come on, Saylor! It'll be fun. Just this once, please?"

Saylor sighed, leaning against her desk and crossing her arms. "Julian, you know I'm not a party person. Crowds, loud music, random people... it's just not my scene."

Julian pouted, his expression one of exaggerated disappointment. "But it'll be different with you there. Please? For me?"

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You always know how to twist my arm. Fine, I'll go. But only because it's you."

Julian's face lit up, and he jumped off the bed to give her a quick hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it, I promise."

Saylor laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah. Now, if we're going to this thing, we might as well do it right.”

“I can do your makeup, you’ll be so hot. Maybe I’ll snag you a girlfriend." Julian told her.

“I’ll do yours so you don’t look like you were expelled from clown college,” Saylor said, “Your taste in men shows it well enough.”

Julian's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Deal! Let's get started."

They gathered their supplies, and Julian sat back on the bed as Saylor began working on his makeup.

She concentrated, her hands steady as she applied eyeshadow and eyeliner, enhancing his already striking features. As she worked, she noticed he felt a bit warmer than usual, his skin slightly flushed. She paused, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey, Jules, you feeling okay? You seem a bit warm," she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Julian shrugged, giving her a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Saylor. Probably just excited about the party. Keep going, you're doing great."

Saylor nodded, though a part of her couldn't shake the slight worry. She continued applying his makeup, adding the finishing touches with a deft hand. "Alright, you're all set. You look amazing, as always."

Julian grinned, admiring himself in the mirror. "Thanks, Saylor. Your turn now."

They switched places, and Julian took great care in applying her makeup, his touch gentle and precise. Saylor closed her eyes, letting herself relax as he worked. She trusted Julian completely, and the soft brush of the makeup tools against her skin was oddly soothing.

"There," Julian said, stepping back to admire his work. "You look stunning, Saylor."

She opened her eyes and glanced in the mirror, impressed by his skill. "Not bad, Julian. Not bad at all."

"Right… now, what are you wearing?" Julian said, looking over Saylor who was very clearly about to go to the studio or had just come back before Julian came. "Definitely not that… I’m going through your closet."

"No dresses," Saylor said firmly, "Or skirts."

Julian rolled his eyes playfully. "Fine, fine. I know the rules." He walked over to her closet and started picking through her clothes, humming thoughtfully as he examined each piece. "Let's see... we need something that screams 'Saylor' but is also party-appropriate."

Saylor watched him with mild amusement as he pulled out various items, holding them up for consideration. He finally settled on a pair of black ripped jeans and a short sleeve shirt with a collar that looked like a choker necklace with a little metal crescent moon.

"How about this? Edgy, casual, but still says you're here to have a good time… and I am so borrowing that shirt some time.” He told her.

She nodded appreciatively. "Not bad. I can work with that. And you can borrow my clothes at any time, I don’t give a fuck.”

Julian grinned, clearly pleased with his selection. "Glad you said that. I’m going to borrow your studded belt and that cool necklace you have? It'll go perfectly with my outfit."

Saylor raised an eyebrow. "You really think you can pull off my look?"

"Absolutely," Julian replied with a wink. "Besides, it'll be a nice change from my usual style."

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright, go ahead. But if you lose my stuff, you're buying me new ones."

"Deal, I’ll make you new ones if you want,” Julian said, already fastening the belt around his waist and slipping on the necklace. He turned to Saylor, admiring their combined efforts. "Look at us, all dressed up and ready to party."

Saylor took a moment to appreciate the transformation. Julian had an uncanny knack for putting together outfits that not only looked good but also felt right. She felt more confident, more herself, even as the prospect of the party still loomed with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "Let's do this."

Julian linked his arm with hers, leading the way out of her dorm room. "Remember, we're going to have fun tonight. No stressing allowed."

Saylor nodded, trying to absorb some of his infectious energy. "Yeah, fun. Got it."

The party was in full swing by the time Saylor and Julian arrived. The house was packed with people, music pulsing through the walls and lights casting vibrant hues across the rooms.

Julian's eyes lit up with excitement as he took in the scene, his natural sociability drawing him into the crowd almost immediately.

"Alright, Saylor, let's mingle!" he said, giving her a quick hug before diving into the throng of partygoers.

Saylor smiled, though she felt a bit out of her element. She watched Julian disappear into the crowd, his laughter and animated gestures making him easy to spot even from a distance.

Saylor found a relatively quiet corner to observe the chaos, a way to just han gout and read on her phone, nursing a drink and occasionally chatting with a few familiar faces.

As the night wore on, Julian was in his element, flitting from group to group, making friends effortlessly. Saylor caught glimpses of him often and each time it relaxed her, seeing him more and more alive as the night went on.

But after a couple of hours, he started to feel a bit off. It was a subtle shift at first—a slight queasiness in his stomach that he attributed to the couple of drinks he'd had. Alcohol never really affected him, but he hadn’t had much of an appetite earlier so maybe that was it.

Brushing it off, Julian continued to socialize, but the discomfort in his stomach grew steadily worse. He found himself rubbing his abdomen absentmindedly, trying to ease the nausea that was beginning to take hold.

He took a sip of water, hoping to settle his stomach, but it did little to help.

Julian tried to push through, laughing and chatting with a group of new acquaintances, but his body had other plans. A sharp cramp twisted through his stomach, making him wince.

He excused himself from the conversation and made his way to the bathroom, his steps growing unsteady as the nausea intensified.

Inside the bathroom, Julian leaned over the sink, taking deep breaths and hoping the wave of sickness would pass. He splashed some cold water on his face, but the relief was fleeting. His stomach churned violently, and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple.

He took a deep breath, clutching the edge of the sink. The nausea was relentless, making his head spin and his mouth water in that telltale way that signaled he was about to be sick.

He managed to leave the bathroom and find a quieter spot in the house, but the party felt like it was closing in on him. The music was too loud, the lights too bright, and every movement seemed to jostle his already delicate stomach.

Julian sank into a chair, wrapping his arms around his midsection as another cramp hit. He tried to take slow, deep breaths, but each one seemed to make the nausea worse. His skin felt clammy, and he could feel his pulse racing, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.

He closed his eyes, trying to steady himself, but the room spun violently, and he knew he couldn't ignore it any longer. Julian stumbled to his feet, looking around desperately for a place to go. He didn't want to be sick in front of everyone, and he needed to find Saylor.

Pushing through the crowd, Julian's vision blurred with the effort. His legs felt weak, and he could barely focus on where he was going.

He managed to make it to the back of the house, where he found another bathroom. He stumbled inside, barely making it to the toilet before he started to retch.

The first wave of vomit hit him hard, his body convulsing with the force of it. He clung to the toilet, each heave making him feel like his insides were being wrung out.

The taste was bitter and acrid, burning his throat and making his eyes water. He retched again and again, each bout leaving him more drained and disoriented.

Finally, he was left panting, his body trembling with exhaustion. He leaned his head against the cool porcelain, trying to catch his breath.

The nausea still lingered, and he knew he wasn't done yet. Another cramp twisted through his stomach, and he braced himself for the next wave as a threatening burp worked its way up his throat.

Julian managed to pull out his phone, his fingers trembling as he typed a quick message to Saylor. His vision blurred, making it hard to focus, but he managed to hit send before another wave of nausea overtook him.

He barely had time to set his phone down before he was retching again, his body convulsing with the effort. The minutes felt like hours, and he clung to the toilet, praying for the nausea to subside.

Saylor was mingling in the living room when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out, her brow furrowing with concern as she read Julian's message.

Without hesitation, she made her way through the crowded house, pushing past the throngs of partygoers until she found the back bathroom.

She knocked lightly before pushing the door open, finding Julian slumped against the toilet, his face pale and sweaty.

“God, all that time I spent on your makeup and it’s ruined,” Saylor shook her head, “I suppose this is the life of an artist.”

Saylor knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Jules, what the hell happened to you?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and teasing.

Julian looked up at her, she could feel him shaking. His breaths were shaky.

“Suddenly… needed to…. Be sick,” Julian stammered, gagging, “Gonna be… sick… hang-“

Saylor rolled her eyes, rubbing his back and pushing his hair back, "You're a complete mess. I leave you alone for ten minutes and you fall apart… But don't worry, we'll fix you up. I’ll take any excuse to get the fuck out of here. You think that’s it?"

Julian nodded weakly when he was done being sick. “Yeah, I think so. Just... need a minute."

Saylor helped him to his feet, supporting him as they made their way out of the bathroom and through the house. Julian leaned heavily on her, each step a struggle, but Saylor kept a steady grip on him, guiding him outside to her car.

Once they were in the car, Julian slumped into the passenger seat, his eyes closed as he tried to breathe through the nausea. Saylor started the engine and glanced over at him. "You sure you're okay, Jules? You look like you've been through a war."

Julian chuckled weakly. "Just a little queasy. Thanks for rescuing me."

Saylor smirked, pulling out of the driveway. "That's what best friends are for. Just try not to puke in my car, okay? I don't think my seats can handle it."

Julian managed a laugh, though it quickly turned into a groan as another wave of nausea hit him. "I'll do my best."

The drive back to the dorms was quiet, save for the occasional gentle teasing from Saylor, trying to keep Julian's spirits up. When they finally arrived, Saylor parked the car and helped Julian inside, supporting him as they made their way to his room.

"Okay, you think you can manage without throwing up for a few minutes?" Saylor asked, eyeing him critically. "I might run to my dorm and grab something less uncomfortable."

"Yeah, sure, I’ll be alright," Julian said, nodding. "I should sleep, honestly. Or try to."

"I’ll be back in like ten minutes then," Saylor said, "Just text me if anything happens."

Julian nodded, giving her a weak smile. As soon as Saylor left, he tried to relax, hoping the worst of his nausea had passed.

But as he lay there, a new, uncomfortable sensation began to build in his stomach. It wasn’t the familiar churn of nausea; it felt more like a pressure, an urgent need that he couldn't ignore.

He groaned softly, forcing himself to sit up. His stomach gurgled ominously, and he knew he needed to get to the bathroom. He staggered to his feet, clutching his stomach as he made his way to the bathroom down the hall.

Inside the bathroom, Julian barely made it to a stall before collapsing onto the toilet. His body seemed to give out all at once, releasing a torrent of diarrhea that left him gasping and shivering. He leaned forward, resting his head on his arm as he tried to ride out the waves of cramping.

Each wave seemed to intensify his nausea, and he clutched his stomach, feeling it twist and turn painfully. The room seemed to spin around him, and he closed his eyes, taking deep, shaky breaths.

He could feel his stomach grumble before something came out of him, splattering into the toilet and leaving him resisting a gag behind closed lips.

Saylor returned to the dorm with a fresh change of clothes. She found Julian's room empty and immediately felt a pang of worry.

If he wasn’t here, she knew where he probably was.

She walked down the hall, hearing faint sounds coming from the bathroom. She pushed the door open gently and called out, "Julian? You in here?"

"Yeah," came Julian's weak reply from one of the stalls. HIs stomach growled again and Saylor heard the splatter into the toilet.

Saylor stayed outside the stall, her voice laced with concern. "You okay in there?"

Julian groaned. "Not really. My stomach is really not doing well..."

Saylor was sure she could hear another unhappy growl coming from her friend’s stomach.

"Are you throwing up or..?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light to ease his discomfort.

"No, not throwing up," he admitted, his voice strained. Saylor knew what that meant, “But it's making me so nauseous."

Saylor leaned against the wall, trying to distract him. "Sounds like that time you got food poisoning from that sketchy taco truck? You were convinced you were dying."

Julian let out a weak laugh. "You stayed up all night with me, making sure I didn't actually die."

"Yeah, and you owe me for that," she teased. "I had to miss my art history class the next morning. And you vomited in my purse in the lunch room because you could have sworn you would be fine to eat lunch that afternoon.”

Silence. Or mostly silence. Saylor heard a sick sound coming from the other side of the door. She heard Julian burp, wet and threatening, before she heart another round of diarrhea splash into the toilet.

"I’m here, okay?" Saylor said.

After what felt like an eternity, Julian's stomach finally seemed to settle. He cleaned himself up as best he could and stepped out of the stall, looking pale and exhausted.

Saylor gave him a sympathetic smile. "Feel better?"

"I think I’m-," Julian went to say, Saylor assumed he was going to agree. But then, he stopped. He stumbled, Saylor did not like the look of him.

"Whoa, easy there," she said, her arms around him.

Julian tried to steady himself, but it was too late. He doubled over, vomiting violently. The force of it took both of them by surprise, and Saylor found herself splattered in the process.

Julian gasped, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh God, Saylor, I'm so sorry..."

Saylor looked down, sighing softly “Well, I guess I’ll just have to borrow your clothes?”

“I’m so sorry…” Julian said, “I didn’t expect to-“

"Hey, it's okay. Not the first time, remember?" Saylor said.

Julian's stomach heaved again, and he vomited once more, the nausea relentless. He didn’t want to know if he threw up on Saylor again, but if he did she didn’t say anything. He felt her whip him around and shove him back in the stall, more panicked than aggressive. The sudden motion took his stomach with it and he was having over the toilet before he could even process he was still feeling nauseous.

Saylor held him steady, her hand rubbing gentle circles on his back. "Just get it all out, Jules. You'll feel better once it's over."

He vomited so hard that it came out of his nose, the acid burning his sinuses and making his eyes water. He coughed violently, the choking sensation making him retch even harder. Each heave was more intense than the last, his body shaking with the effort.

Saylor stayed by his side, her hand rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles, occasionally patting it when he coughed particularly hard.

"You're okay, Jules," she murmured. "Just breathe. Get it all out."

Julian's stomach continued to contract painfully, forcing up wave after wave of vomit. The sound was harsh and guttural, each retch echoing off the tiled walls.

He could feel his throat burning, and his nose was running from the vomit that had come up through it. He coughed again, the action making him vomit even harder.

His body felt like it was on fire, the fever adding to his misery. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with tears of exertion. He could barely catch his breath between heaves, his whole body wracked with the effort of expelling whatever was making him so sick.

Saylor’s hands disappeared for a second, before they came back. Julian didn’t know where they went. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was thankful to feel her hand. It was grounding, something keeping him from panicking while his stomach decided to pitch a fit.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the vomiting began to subside. Julian leaned heavily against the toilet, his body trembling with exhaustion. He took deep, ragged breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

Saylor stayed close, her hand still on his back. "You're doing great, Julian," she said softly. "Just a little more. You've got this."

Julian nodded weakly, too drained to respond. He could feel the last remnants of nausea lingering but hoped the worst was over. He leaned back against Saylor, grateful for her steady presence. He felt more than usual. She must have taken off her shirt, probably anticipating he was going to do this, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts.

"It's okay," Saylor whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his sweaty forehead. She stroked his cheek gently, then clicked her tongue is a disappointed way, “Jules, you’re burning up…”

Julian felt her hands on his face as she tried to confirm it. He was so exhausted he couldn’t seem to care. Not right bow. He just wanted to lay back against her.

He felt a finger run under his eye, "God, your poor thing…” Saylor said.

Julian knew he was probably super sick. Or startled Saylor enough with the sudden severity of his stomach giving him hell. Saylor was never this gentle, not with anyone. She wasn’t built to be gentle, not after how she grew up. And yet, here she was. Being gentle and worried, her strong and sarcastic demeanor shifting to something more caring and subdued.

Saylor grabbed a poece of toilet paper, wiping off Julian’s face. He wished he could say he was embarrassed but he was so exhausted.

“You look like shit,” Saylor said. That was the Saylor he knew and loved.

“Feel like it too,” Julian said, “My stomach is not happy… I won’t be sick but damn…”

Saylor sighed, “You're okay now. Let's get you back to bed. I’ll stay with you until they threaten to expel me.”

Julian nodded again, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion. "Thanks, Saylor," he managed to whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'd do the same for me," Saylor replied, her voice filled with affection. "Now let's get you comfortable."

Saylor helped him stand, leading him back to his room. She helped him to bed, grabbed one of his t-shirts from the drawer and slipped it on, though the way it fit she was sure it was hers, before grabbing him some water.

She set that down, and Julian watched her as she grabbed the small trash can by his desk. There was nothing in it, he knew that. But he watched her put paper towels in the bottom and then a few bags from one of their grocery runs.

“It lessens the mess and keeps it quiet if you have to throw up but don’t want anyone knowing…” Saylor said, acknowledging the way he watched her.

“How do you know that?” Julian asked, his voice weak but curious. “Why do you know that?”

“Hostels and shelters might kick you out if they find out you’re sick,” Saylor said plainly. “And as someone who’s homeless with stomach issues, you do what you can for a safe place. Or… safer than sleeping on the streets.”

Julian's eyes widened, "You were homeless?"

Saylor sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I mean… I have been since I was eighteen. Of course I work on campus on breaks as much as I can, but if I can’t be here then my current option is my car.”

“Did your parents just kick you out when you were eighteen?” Julian asked curiously.

“Technically, I spent most of my teen years on the streets to get away from my parents’ bad habits. Stealing to survive, doing whatever it took to get by." Saylor said, “But, I had a place the cops dropped me off at when they caught me until I was eighteen. Then I left the state, came here, and now do what I can to survive.”

Julian, trying to get comfortable despite his lingering nausea, looked at her with a mixture of surprise and concern. "I had no idea, Saylor. I mean, I knew things were tough for you, but I didn't realize..."

Saylor shrugged, giving him a small smile. "It’s not something I talk about much. I don’t give a fuck about it and usually when I tell people they get all pitying and overbearing. But yeah, it was rough. You do what you can to survive. Do you want me to read some fashion articles? I have a few saved.”

Julian reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "Tell me more, if you're okay with it. I want to understand."

Saylor looked down at their joined hands, her expression softening. She shifted on the bed, sitting beside Julian, “How’s your stomach?”

“Hurts, queasy,” Julian sighed. “Just… talk to me?”

“God, I hate that feeling,” Saylor said, reaching over, rubbing his stomach gently to help ease his discomfort. "Alright. What do you want to know?"

Julian closed his eyes, focusing on the comforting sensation of her hand on his stomach. "Everything, I guess. What was it like? How did you manage?"

Saylor took a deep breath, "It was... scary, mostly. You never knew where your next meal was coming from or if you'd have a safe place to sleep. I don’t want to talk about my parents, but in short home wasn't safe. I started staying out more, crashing with friends or in shelters when I could. But sometimes, I just had to find a corner to hide in and hope no one bothered me."

Julian listened intently, his heart aching for her. "How did you get by? I mean, day to day?"

"Stealing, mostly," Saylor admitted, her voice quiet. "I got pretty good at it, too. Not proud of it, but when you're starving, you do what you have to. I tried to avoid trouble, but it found me more often than not. I started working in fast food when I was sixteen. Every shift I could possibly come up with. Do an overnight shift and go to school and then come back to work as soon as the day was done. I tried putting money away but then my mom stole it, so when I was eighteen I had nothing.”

Julian looked at her, very clearly intrigued and curious, and not at all pitying. "I can't even imagine. I grew up in a bubble, I guess. Everything was always taken care of. Hearing what you went through... it makes me realize how lucky I've been."

Saylor smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "You are lucky, Jules. But don't feel guilty about it. Just means you can appreciate what you have and maybe help others who aren't as fortunate."

Julian nodded, feeling a bit more settled despite his lingering queasiness. "You’re right. I’m glad you’re here, Saylor. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Saylor chuckled softly. "Probably be a lot more miserable right now."

Julian laughed weakly. "True. Thanks for being here. And for telling me. It means a lot."

Saylor continued to rub his stomach gently, her touch soothing. "Anytime, Jules. Now try to rest. I'll stay right here until you fall asleep."

Julian nodded, “and hey, for what it’s worth. You’re one of the strongest people I know.”

“Well, you have the strength composition of a worm, that doesn’t take much. I can bench press you any day.” Saylor teased.

Julian smiled, squeezing her hand lightly.

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samiwife · 1 year

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Hi, could you write a smut with Julian Casablancas X fem reader X izzy stradlin ... I love my jules & izzy!

Yes, ofc! Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy it! <3 This is going to be tricky but I'll try!!!

She's Ours 𓆩♡𓆪 (Julian Casablancas x Izzy Stradlin x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

T/W: Polymerous relationship, threesome, pet names, and cussing

(Reader Discretion is advised)

A polyamorous relationship may seem odd to others but for you, Izzy, and Julian it's something that you all were interested in. The thought of you having multiple partners thrilled you. All three of you would go on dates together, live with each other, and even sometimes have sex with each other. Sometimes, Julian and Izzy would get it on while you watched. At first, when you told each of them you wanted a polyamorous relationship, they were both cool with it. They both said they loved you and wanted to make you happy. It made it better knowing that Izzy and Julian were best friends before all three of you became a polyamorous relationship. Tonight was special, it was yours, Izzy's, and Julian's 4-year anniversary. Today was the first day when you guys became official with your polyamorous relationship. Sure it seems odd but all of you guys didn't care. You got ready for the dinner surprise Izzy and Julian planned.

The whole date night was a mystery, both of them refused to tell you where they were taking you so you just went with the flow. You put on a sparkly black short dress and silver heels. You walked downstairs where Izzy and Julian were standing with flowers in their hands. "Hey baby, you look beautiful," Izzy said as he handed you the flowers and kissed your lips. You smiled and walked over to Julian. "Yeah, you're so fucking hot when you wear black," Julian said as he bit his bottom lip. You giggle and Julian kisses your lips. You pull away and smile. "Okay, so what's the surprise you two planned for me." You said smirking. Both of them smiled. "Well, me and Julian decided to take you to the fancy restaurant you always talk about," Izzy explained as he took your hand and led you to the car. Julian opened the car for you and Izzy helped you in. "Yeah, Izzy told me how much you wanted to go but it is always hard to get reservations. So we got them for you." Julian said as he smiled at you in the rearview mirror.

You smiled widely and blushed. "Oh my god, guys this is amazing. Thank you. You two are the best boyfriends ever." You said as you excitedly bounced in your seat. "You're welcome cutie glad you love it," Izzy said as he drove. "Happy anniversary princess," Julian said as he smirked at you from the rearview mirror. After driving for a few minutes, you all arrived at the restaurant. Julian helped you out of the car and both of them took you into the restaurant. During dinner, the guys were drinking and eating their meals. The food was phenomenal and the wine was delicious. Nothing could be better. After the dinner, Izzy and Julian drove you home where the next surprise would be. "Okay princess, this is the next surprise, there's a box under your bed. Me and Izzy would like you to try it on and wait for us." Julian whispers in your ear. You smirked and walked upstairs. You took the box under your bed and opened it. It was lingerie, it was black and had flowers on it. You blushed at it and smiled.

You quickly put it on and waited for Izzy and Julian. After 2 minutes, they both walked in and admired the outfit. "Fuck Y/N, that looks fucking sexy on you," Julian said as he lifted up your chin. Izzy smiles and stares at you. "Yeah, Julian was right. Black is hot on you." Izzy said as he sat next to you. Izzy lays you backward. "Okay baby, now it's our turn," Izzy said in a low tone. Julian slides off your bottom lingerie and then slips off your top. Julian kisses your lips as he rubbed your tits. You moan as you kiss Julian. Izzy smirks and slides off his clothes. And lines up to your clit and thrusts in.

You break from Julian's kiss and moan loudly. Julian chuckles and removes his clothes. Julian strokes his member for a bit. You take your hand and begin jerking Julian's member. Julian moans loudly and soon you wrap your lips around Julian's member and began to suck. You felt yourself about to come because of Izzy's thrusting. You kept sucking and jerking Julian off. You let your lips go and moaned out. "God, guys I'm about to come!" You huffed out. Izzy smirked and huffed out "Then come for us babydoll." You moan as a response and wrap your lips around Julian again. "Agh fuck Y/N, I'm also about to come too!" Julian moaned out. You let go causing a loud pop to come from your lips. "Then come for me Julian and you too Izzy. I want to feel you two come for me!" You moaned out.

Izzy came inside you and Julian came on your face. You moaned out in pleasure as you felt both of them. You licked Julian's come off your lips. Izzy pulled out and smirked. Julian took a minute to catch his breath. "Agh, fuck this is the best anniversary gift ever." You huffed out as you smiled. Julian smiled and so did Izzy. Izzy lifts you up and takes you to the bathroom as Julian searches through your closet for fresh clothes. "I'm glad you loved it babydoll," Izzy said as he laid you in the bathtub. Julian walks into the bathroom with a towel and fresh clothes. "Yeah, you were amazing, princess. Hope you enjoy the bath." Julian said as he kissed your forehead. Then Izzy kissed your forehead as well and the two of them walked out to leave you some privacy.

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fragileizywriting · 1 year

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kitty gets wrapped into a makeover one day, courtesy from juleka. she'd seen luka walk into doorframes way too many times to count whenever kitty jokingly tries on juleka's black lipstick, and enough is enough. it's time to solve this. though... hmmm. kitty is just too... kitty to pull this off.

marinette wears pinks like it's her god given right. effeminate to the point it hurts. she's torn holes in her bubblegum-pink dungarees from how often she wears them. she'd patched it up with red squares, a missmatch of valentines day colors that makes her look part clownish, part docile. it fits her in a way it shouldn't, something so off-beat with the way she dresses compared to her manic active lifestyle.

all to say, there's no way marinette will be able to pull the goth aesthetic off in a way that luka can actually confess, right?

hoh.

oh, she was so wrong.

kitty absolutely rocks the shit out of it. juleka is almost terrified, pulling away from applying green lipstick on her lips with jittery hands. there's mesh, there's fishnets, there's an excessive use of straps that go absolutely nowhere.

well. juleka always knew she liked women. kinda sucks to crush on the girl her brother's been desperate to admit to liking, though, but she'll get by.

here, somehow, juleka's managed to accentuate kitty's thin waist. black jeans, long and shapeless, with a mesh long-sleeved bodysuit and the world's most useless croptop just for posterity to hide her breasts.

the boots. the boots. kitty fits into juleka's shoes, though wobbles herself when she tries to stand and appreciate herself in the full-length monstrocity they call a mirror.

kitty spends so, so long staring at herself. "wow," she exclaims, just the way kitty always says it. "huh! that's me, isn't it?"

"what do you think?"

she leans her weight onto one foot. the other one. moving her hips to jut out like a cartoon, stretching out her limbs. "hmmm. i feel out of place? i feel like it's obvious i don't dress this way."

"that's just nerves," juleka tells her. lord knows she's empathetic. "the more you pretend you're actually supposed to wear this, the more natural it is."

kitty's hair is up. a mixture of tiny, miniscule triangular space buns with thin braids coming out from underneath the updo almost makes kitty look like a bratz doll. and a catgirl. they make it work.

"do i look good?"

"oh, yeah," juleka admits with a laugh. "more than good. you look like a natural."

and they set up a plan. it's not an elaborate one. just positioning her outside of the liberty, right at the dock between liberty and libertwo, with juleka just as dressed up under the guise that they're just hanging out. when luka arrives, walking up to jules and saying a polite hello to who he doesn't realize is marinette because they've packed her face with enough makeup to make her look like a doll, juleka is almost in tears with laughter.

when luka realizes that the girl in front of him is actually the girl he likes, his eyes get buggy. true flat-disc behavior. juleka feels like she's looking at the last glass in a telescope.

"kitty?" he wheezes.

"i can't believe it took you so long," kitty groans. "do i really look all that different?"

"you look— you— wow—" luka is known for words, or at least known for feelings, and juleka actually finds it a lot of fun to watch him flounder. "wow. did jules help?"

"it's her clothes."

"wow," he wheezes again.

"that good?"

juleka can visibly see the way he bites back another wow.

#speakizys #sharks and sugar #4am ginseng tea

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wardenred · 1 year

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Sapphic September 16: Anniversary

More Flo and Jules, just being gay with a tiny hint at doing crime.

"Wow," Jules said. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear anything like that."

Flo stood by the mirror, brushing down her long black hair. This was new, too, just like the sleek azure dress; Jules couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Flo leave it loose outside of the shower. She braided it before bed and wore it in a tight knot during the day. Jules was only now realizing how long it had grown since Flo's last haircut experiment.

Her girlfriend gave her a quick, amused glance in the mirror.

"Well, this is a special occasion. Do you want to finish getting ready, too? It's just, if we're late our reservation might expire."

Jules nodded quickly and turned back to her closet. She'd had her outfit for tonight all planned out a week ago, but now, she wasn't so certain. It wasn't that she completely planned her looks around Flo's, of course. But for their first anniversary date, she did want their outfits to complement each other. She'd been so sure Flo would go for something dark and threatening...

"What brought this on, anyway?" she asked, shifting through tops and dresses. "This change of style?"

Flo chuckled. "Those nature documentaries you're always watching, actually. The most dangerous things in them are always the brightest. Snakes. Poisonous flowers. Toxic lakes full of radioactive waste."

Ah. So she was going for something threatening, despite the romantic occasion. Typical.

Comforting in its familiarity, really.

"How very you," Jules murmured. She finally settled on a silvery-gray lacy turtleneck; now the trick was to extract it from the hanger without tearing the delicate thread.

"How very me," Flo agreed. Her voice was closer now. Jules shivered against the sensation of warm breath on her neck and leaned back into her girlfriend's arms, but only for a moment. The reservation. Right.

Not that missing out and having to go back home felt like an entirely unappealing prospect.

"So why did you pick that restaurant again?" she asked moments later, her words muffled by the fabric as she tugged the top on over her head.

"Because I thought you might like it, naturally."

Jules froze momentarily. There was a special sort of nonchalance in Flo's voice, the kind that only showed up when there were all the reasons for tension. They'd been living together for a year and dating for nearly five with a few breaks. She'd developed quite an ear for these things.

"Are you sure that's the only reason?"

A short pause. "Whatever other reasons there might be, I promise you they won't ruin our date."

Well. Jules just had to believe her.

Sometimes, after all, trust in dangerous things paid off.

#warden's random scribbles #sapphic september 2023 #sapphicsept2023 #snippet #original fiction #my writing #writeblr #writblr #writers on tumblr

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ok ep 2. i looked into it more and im confused cuz again like... i swear ive seen no advertising for any of this? it looks like it dropped in aus in NOVEMBER. now its dropped in the uk all in one go.... this past week?? and it apparently drops in the us all in one next month. so im like confused as fuck as to why they would release something like that

one thing i will say is theyre insanely good with the casting still arent they

another thing what was i to say

oh im sorry im watching this and every time i think to myself hmmm i wonder where cosima or sarah or hel- i cut myself off and i think about tatiana maslany in godawful cgi

this kid (jules as the episode title would lead me to believe) is soooo fun i love the hair

WHY THE FUCK IS FELIX HERE

FELIX ARENT YOU MEANT TO BE DEADBY NOW

HOW OLD ARE YOU SIR

HOW OLD IS KIRA

GOOGLE SAYS SHES 47 NOW AND SO FELIX IS LIKE WHAT. GRANDPAAAA GO TO BEDDDDDD

HELP

HWELP

CRAIG CAN YOU JUST BE CHILL FOR FUCKING ONCE AND HELP US TORTURE THIS 16 YEAR OLD

FELIX WHAT IS THIS FUCKING VIBE YOU'RE PUTTING DOWN RIGHT NOW WHATS HAPPENED WHERES YOU GRITTINESS HELP I FEEL LIKE IM GOING INSANE

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHES WORKING AT A SHELTER

I SORT OF DONT AGREE WITH THAT OUTCOME FOR SARAH NOT TO BE A DICKHEAD I feel like its like.... squints.how do i fucking describe this. it does not feel like her to me and it feels likeughghh the word escapes me you know what i mean

can this dialogue be any

felix drag her

YOU TOOK HER TO HOME DEPOT. CLASSIC.

i love how lucy is a cunt. i do like that about her i will admit.

We were made in a printer.

NOW who the fuck is He.

sorry also to backtrack a bit im bewilderedand unsure how i feel about them bringing in the old guard at all because hello like look i said what i said i dont want them to have a show called orphan black echoes with like no reason for it to actually be related to orphan black but also what the fuck

if harry potter is still culturally relevant in 2052 i swear to god

come on charlie girl. its gonna be ok. everyone shoots someone in the head once.

beck from victorious i need you to be all in on this ok

so who the fuck is thissssssssss

SO FUCKING WHAT? SO WHAT? LUCY IS NOT ALLOWED TO KIDNAP KIDS? WHY NOT? LOSERS.

JULESSSSS YOU SLAYEDDD THEREEEE YOU SLAYEDDD I WONT EVEN LIEEEEEEEE HELP TOILET SHANKKK

he is kind of so funny . i love you beck from victorious.

im also ok going back to like this relating to people from before like... this charcterisation os kira feels so odd

"lord this place is like neolution without the tails" wow did you get that guys ! a callback

AND YET SOMEHOW LIKE I THINK THE CLUBS FROM LAST TIME WERE SO MUCH MORE REAL THAN WHATEVER THAT IS

james youre tickling me

CHRIST WHATS GOING ON HERE

SORRY I THINK ITS SO FUCKING CORNY WHEN THEY TRY TO LIKE DO FUTURE THINGS DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN THE FUCKING FULL SIZED MIRROR TIKTOK LIVE IS INSANE.

this fucking acting and general fucking reaction is also crazy to me wes im sorry youre adorable but please

JULES YOUREEEEE SO FUNNYYYYYY

FUCK LUCY CAN WE STAY WITH JULES

okay theres just something so off putting about felxi im like help me what is going on

also i feel like kira is like sending me so much i feel like this happens all the time when kids who initially .... no offence.... lacked a lot of character ... now have to be an adult version cuz what are you going off. i dont know who this woman is but she isnt kira to me because who the fuck was kira in the first place but a kid that said ominous stuff and was a plot device for most of the show

also i think theres again something so insanely off i cant tell what it is. i think its still in that space of being so stupid high budget fo rwhat it is and yet itr feels so weird looking. the whole futuristic thing is strange to look at. like this being orphan black which ootherwise like. sci fi but still very grounded. it feels weird to now go to this

and i feel like i'd have preferred a smaller timejump. if they prove me wrong with that then fine but thus far i dont see the benefit of it being in 2052. i'd have preferred them to go less crazy with the like aesthetics cuz theyre just kinda weird and take away from everything for me.

and again i dont like the general approach to all of this. i think they needed to start slower and build stuff up more over time . everything here with jack for example like... i would have preferred if we sat with lucy and lucy alone and we didnt keep cutting to kira . like let us build this up and have it be one long continuous thing and maybe hold out this reveal a little longer. this feels like its rushing. and again the strongest part of orphan black, to me, before was like the slow build of increasingly complex fucking dire situations and being able to layer that shit

hi lucas

kira being a shit mam is so funny to me

FELIX'S ENTIRE PERFORMANCE STILL FEELS SO FUCKINH INSANE TO ME. cuz i get what youre going for but the delivery is jsut so fucking choked by the actor trying to keep it up. i swear he was not that stilted before even when he WAS putting something on. like is it trying to mask his voice age as well or something?

jules is so much more compelling to me again i think it is cuz her storyline IS the slowburn one here . and also shes got all the things i mentioned kind of lack with Lucy

like sorry i hate it when theyre like "haha. she's so spunky." (the actual chatracters are telling us this to the camera) like ok i get it i literally could have GOTTEN that watching

AND AGAIN WHY IS EVERYONE ... i dont know it feels like the exposition in the dialogue is crazy. like theyre shoehorning stuff in. you dont have to have them say everything so literallly and explicitly . help

KIRA PUT THE CYOKEEE DOWNNNNNNNN

ok im pausing for tonight hang on

#egg.txt #orphan black liveblog

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ultescape · 1 year

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@lifesver said: ❛ this probably won't end well. ❜

jules thinks 'probably' is the wrong word. he could remove it from his sentence and then she would agree with it; he could add a different word like 'definitely' or 'certainly' and she would wholeheartedly agree with it. that house in texas has never coexisted with a world where anything ends well, where anything has a happy ending, even if both of them are standing in her kitchen alive and breathing and whole — on the outside, at least.

"it won't, leland. it won't."

he'd wanted to talk to her, and she'd assumed it was about the past, as everything had become about the past with them. it was hard not to be when their history was such a black hole, sucking in everything that came close to it.

it had chewed him up back then. jules can still see the scars on his face, and she wonders how he feels each morning when he looks himself in the mirror. she imagines it's similar to how she feels when she wakes up gasping for breath at night, remembering how it had felt to have those hands on her neck.

everything in her rebels at the thought of him going back, at the thought of any of them back in the jaws of the beast, and willingly at that — because this time they won't be able to pin it on the ignorance of youth, the desperation of trying to find a missing friend. there will be no one to blame but themselves when the hammer comes down.

and yet, jules can't say she's surprised. part of her has perhaps always known it was inevitable, their backwards walk into hell. and if anyone was going to not walk, but run instead, it was always going to be leland.

"but if you're really going back, i'm going with you." she gives him a small smile. "someone has to watch your back."

#jules is giving that one guy in the action flick that plays like tom cruise's old friend who agrees to go on the crazy mission with him #goose in top gun type vibe but hopefully minus the tragic death. anyway leland she's got ur back #( 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ) 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬.

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Chapter 4 Verdict | Judas

Encke sits entirely still, hands folded in front of their face, eyes closed. There’s not a flicker of expression to betray the right answer or the wrong one– because when it comes to situations like these, is there a right answer?

“Time is up.”

A screen flickers into view in the center of the room above his head, counting up the numbers.

Wren: 5 Kezia: 4 Ridley: 2

He opens his mouth to say something, and then shakes his head.

You could have had friends here all along.

The sentiment goes to Wren and Wren alone.

“It is time for your hard earned truth.”

Encke gestures to the expansive window before you all. Your view of the burning earth flickers to blackness, before switching to the point of view of a camera.

As Ridley pokes her head into the observatory, the lights dim and a holographic display of the night sky hums to life, projecting endless hues of color across the walls and ceiling. Mesmerized, she unstraps her axe—Cher—from the belt looped around her shoulders, setting it near the door as she moves closer to marvel over stars, nebulas, planets, and the vastness of space and things she could only hope to dream of.

She circles around the dais, a curious hand phasing through a large planet, but whirls around with a gasp as the hollow clank of an empty metal can startles her out of her trance. Looking down, she finds a trail of empty wrappers, water bottles, and some unrecognizable personal effects tucked away beneath a smaller display.

Crouching to take a closer look, the sight of what might be bedding or a pile of clothing catches her eye—

—and nearby, a figure, forgotten, company she rarely saw.

"Wren?" she asks, finally recognizing his face in the endless glow of blues and purples. "Sorry... Didn't think anyone was in here. You alright?"

No answer comes, but whatever is radiating off of Wren in that moment is enough to make Ridley visibly bristle and reconsider asking. A long, tense silence follows with both of them waiting for the other to leave. Ridley’s eyes fall to a newspaper clipping in his hand, but as she opens her mouth to ask, Wren interrupts. “I’m fine.”

That’s it. Period. End of discussion.

Ridley watches the observatory display dance slowly across his face, visibly surprised by his curtness, nodding with reluctant acceptance as she extends a leg backward to stand. Her mouth opens again, unable to find the right words to reassure him or apologize for disturbing him; instead, she wrings her hands together, lingering in place before finally leaving him alone. She moves back toward the door to respond to the glow of a new message.

Nothing happens. Neither moves. All that plays is the composited version of the beautiful universe encompassing them, two strangers more alienated from each other than ever. Glancing at the door, Ridley approaches Wren again, waving to get his attention before pointing toward Cher.

"Uh... Well, I just came to explore here. There's an axe over by the door." A beat. "J-just so you don't get scared or think we're here to get you or anything! Um, a while back, Jules and Kezia and I found this file with the names of other cryptics, so I started carrying it for protection sometimes…”

She lights up, clenching her fists, animated as she goes into depth about some of her findings. “A-and then there was this monster in the mirror we saw just the other day! We were in the outpost opening boxes and stuff and… Well, anyway, I named her Cher. Y'know how people name tools and instruments and stuff?"

Clasping her hands behind her back, she laughs, a sheepish grin warming the tension in her. "But maybe we can just come back later instead if you're here. Or... Oh, wait, I know, do you need anything? I can ask Royce to bring you stuff. Water or—”

Wren cuts her off again, hostile this time, body checking her shoulder as he stands and heads for the door. "I said I'm fine.”

She mumbles a small, unheard apology as she watches him go, but doesn’t pursue him. Wren rounds the corner, finally out of sight, and Ridley goes back to her watch as she ambles toward his makeshift next for further inspection.

The scene changes to another tranquil moment: the bright, industrial lighting of the kitchen as Royce passes through, fingertips moving quickly in response to Ridley. WIth their meeting place off the table for now, he taps his fingers against one wrist in thought, pacing slowly around the room for a minute or so before acting on whatever idea takes hold of him as he waits for her.

He sets his notepad on the counter with the pen nearby, washing and chopping produce, glancing to a few other parts of the room to see what else is available. As he dries his hands, a note is scribbled with its usual haste—4 PM, always invited, Wren or Jules or whoever else wanted to join—and dropped first into a bag he loads up with dry goods and bottled water.

With Wren nowhere in sight as the camera pans back to the observatory, Ridley continues on a slow loop around the main floor, marveling over the exhibits on display. She doesn’t see Wren stop at the entryway or check to see if he’s actually gone. She also doesn’t notice the sound of unrecognizable footsteps within the hum of the projectors in the room, the looming shadow creeping toward her that blends in so well with the shifting displays, or the way the air tightens in the room.

By the time it does occur to Ridley that someone else is there, she doesn’t think much of it, comfortably oblivious as Wren raises the axe over his head with both hands.

The blade comes down hard directly between her shoulders, every last breath of air leaving her lungs in a choked gasp that she never recovers from. There is no scream, just her own weight hitting the tile as Ridley drops to her knees, something metallic jingling against the floor—and then comes the panic as her arms fail to hold her upright when she tries to get up. She attempts to scream, but it leaves her in a quiet strangled cry that trails off into an excruciating gasp instead, louder than the first.

Despite struggling with pain shooting through her upper body, Ridley manages to get back up, one leg lurching off to the side as she slips on her own blood, catching herself on the wooden railing surrounding the dais. As she whirls around to see Wren, her eyes are wild and fiery and oily, temporarily paralyzed with terror as something in her shifts past a part of her she has tried desperately to fend off since arriving, something that she has refused to acknowledge or accept regardless of Encke and Ithika’s countless explanations.

She doesn’t want to be a cipher. Her teeth are sharp like an animal. She will never be a cryptic. Her eyes are filled with something that burns. She just wants to be Ridley. Please don’t change her.

Taking the chance to flee, Ridley rushes for the entrance, Wren intercepts her before she’s even halfway there, snatching any part of her he can reach. Before she can get any farther, and upon failing to secure hold of anything, Wren swings the axe toward Ridley’s feet instead. The blade catches the side of her right leg, jeans tearing from knee to floor as she lands hard on her opposite shoulder, embedded so deep that Wren loses his grip on the axe entirely, stumbling when she goes down.

The voice that comes from Ridley is no longer her own, but the high-pitched shriek of a cornered animal as Wren finally tears the axe from its place, raising it with one hand.

Her screams are what come through Royce’s perspective as the cameras around him shift back into focus, a sound that sends him flying from the pantry down the hall, the kitchen and all of its content abandoned without a second thought.

"Ben!"

It’s an inhuman bark, a scream and a gasp and a shrill wail each time Ridley begs for her brother, the oily sheen in her eyes turning thick and black as the first painful streaks of black tar burn a slow, painful course down her cheeks.

They lock eyes. Wren freezes, realization dawning on him as he stares down at Ridley, bloody and more afraid than she’s ever been in her life. When he stops pursuing her, she takes the opportunity to escape, flipping onto her back to continue the harrowing scramble to the door.

"Laben! LABEN!!!"

Another scream tears through her throat as an unseen presence seizes her beneath the arms, an endless, sobbing stream of NO NO NO NO NO NO NO ripping from her throat as she thrashes against whoever’s holding her in a desperate struggle to free herself. She’s so terrified that she fails to recognize Royce.

Blunt nails scratch with feral desperation at the arm wrapped around her chest, bloody hands tearing at Royce’s shirt and slapping against his neck and whatever parts of him are within reach, chomping viciously on fingers that came too close to her face with teeth that had turned much too sharp, blood smearing a corner of her mouth.

Royce holds fast no matter how hard his sister bites and scratches, even when her teeth meet bone exactly as he’s taught her, jaw clenched tightly and eyes watering as he hauls her out of Wren’s reach. He doesn’t let go until they’re both out of the observatory, unfettered by injuries she’s managed to inflict in her state of terror. He’s got her. He always got her.

As Wren reaches the doorway, his raised arm suddenly goes slack. The Kroliks untangle themselves from one another as Ridley finally reconizes her brother, gripping tightly to him as he quickly steps in front of her, arms spread to shield her. Everything from the look on Royce’s face to the energy radiating off of him is black and furious and hateful as he locks eyes with Wren.

He takes a cursory glance at Ridley’s wounds but does not move out of the way for Wren to pass, calmly helping Ridley upright herself against the nearest wall without looking away. He taps out three letters on her shoulder that leave her balking at him in disbelief, and advances on Wren.

The sight of the bloody axe does not deter him, nor does the way Wren shifts into a defensive stance as he backs slowly into the room. Instead, Royce closes the observatory door behind him with his usual unhurried serenity.

He locks it.

"Ben?!" Comes Ridley’s muffled, hysterical voice behind the door. "Ben, what are you doing, get out of there—"

Without any regard for his own safety, Royce lunges at Wren and at first attempts tearing the axe from his hands by the blade itself, enraged, teeth bared. When that’s unsuccessful, he moves in and drops his elbow hard against Wren’s, backing him further into the observatory. It clatters to the ground and Royce kicks it out of reach before going after Wren again, grabbing whatever he can reach with the exact same ferocity he’d attacked Ridley with.

He holds Wren with the same icy lack of remorse as his hands finally closed around the other man’s wrists, always calm and rational no matter the circumstances, each tilt of his head and narrowing of his eyes a bold statement, a threat, a taunt, an incredulous expression of silence asking Wren infinite, unheard questions backed up by the strength and tenacity of a survivor who spent his entire life refusing to just fucking die.

Royce’s grip goes slack for a second before he yanks Wren forward, throwing him off balance before slamming his elbow into the space between his neck and shoulder—soon as Wren hits the ground, Royce is on him in an instant, a knee pressing into his lower back to hold him in place as he grabs the arm closest to him, watching with the same fascination he would as a writhing insect as Wren struggles beneath him.

And outside, Ridley continues pounding on the door, gripping the handle as she pushes against it with all of the strength she can muster in her good leg, crumpling to the ground each time the lock fails to budge. She’s bleeding out. She’s ignoring the three letters. She refuses to leave, each slam of her hands on the door weaker and weaker before she finally uses the last of her energy to drag herself down the hall somewhere safe. The tar flows uncontrollably from her eyes and mouth.

They talked about this. They talked about this.

Wren fails to free himself, and after waiting for him to exhaust himself, Royce twists the arm in his grasp, a muffled howl of agony clawing its way out of Wren’s chest as the bone cracks. With the same frenzied panic as Ridley before, Wren manages to push himself off the ground with his undamaged arm, twisting around with a furious roar as he lashes out at Royce’s face. Teeth graze his fingertips and Wren jerks his hand back immediately, bringing the heel of his hand against the side of Royce’s face again and again and again.

Finally, Wren emerges from beneath him and forces Royce on the defensive. Unfortunately, he doesn’t maintain the upper hand for long before Royce grabs him again, ignoring each blow to his face, a hand seizing the wrist of Wren’s unbroken arm to give it another threatening twist. His free hand moves to Wren’s throat as he flips them, his entire weight slamming the other man into the ground as his hand tightens.

And then Royce speaks, voice distorted and inhibited as he hisses through bared teeth, each word a forced inhale as he snarls with a voice he lost many years ago: "DO. NOT. TOUCH. HER."

His other hand meets the one at Wren’s throat. He squeezes.

Beneath him, Wren struggles for his life, scratching and biting and digging his hands into whatever part of Royce he can reach to throw him off. When it fails, he claws desperately for whatever his hands can touch, eyes bulging with a final glimmer of hope as his good hand closes around the familiar, worn duct tape wrapped around Ridley’s fire axe.

Royce’s attention follows Wren’s hand, but the blade strikes him in the side of the head before he can raise his arms to shield himself. Dazed, a pained hiss leaves him in a rush as blood begins trickling into his eye; his hands leave Wren’s throat instinctively to catch himself against the blood-slicked tile.

He raises a single hand in surrender as Wren sputters and coughs, and for a moment, seems like he’ll back off. They can fix this. They can stop this. He’ll forgive Wren. Everyone has made a poor decision in haste at some point in their life. It was an act of passion.

But as soon as Wren begins to struggle beneath him again, Royce’s hands go right back to his throat without hesitation, lifting his head to slam it into the floor, ducking out of reach as the axe grazes the side of his head again.

He fails to anticipate the immediate follow-up.

The dull thud that follows as the axe roots itself in the side of Royce’s head is all that he can acknowledge, eyes wide with shock in his final seconds. That’s all it takes to drop him.

No words. Just the involuntary twitching of his fingers until that stops, and finally, everything stops for Laben Krolik.

A steady drip breaks the silence that follows, and as Wren’s strength gradually returns, he loses momentum in the struggle to free himself. Sweet, blessed air fills Wren’s lungs despite the solid weight on his chest, expelling itself again and again in ragged, haggard, choking coughs as he slowly comes to, jolting with pain each time he attempts moving his broken arm.

With a weak grunt, he tries to push Royce off of himself, their fight apparently over, crawling out from beneath him.

A glint in the light of the shifting observatory projections catches his eye. Panting, Wren drops to his knees beside Royce’s body to push his head aside, suddenly scrambling away against the bloody tile as though he’s been burned. Blood flows rapidly from the gaping wound in the side of his head, pooling on the floor beneath him. The sharp cry that escaped Wren when Royce's head only shifts from his own touch is short lived, strangled away in horror in the same vein Royce strangled him moments before.

As if it might miraculously reverse the flow of blood, Wren presses his hand to the wound, the sound of his own voice mirroring Ridley’s, hoarse and agonized and breaking as he pleads with Royce over and over and over and over again, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

There’s no going back from this. It’s over.

Silence stretches on for an eternity as Wren stands frozen in place at the growing pool of blood, good hand gingerly settling on his broken arm.

And then his watch lights up—SEEK—and he realizes he’s already out of time. Everyone’s on the move.

Trembling, Wren stifles his coughing as best as he can, checking to make sure the door is locked as he hurries through the observatory, careful not to slip or tread too far into any blood on the floor. His shaking hand finds Ridley’s broken dog tags, severed by the first strike of the axe, and he hurries to wedge them into Royce’s limp hand, hoving over the axe for a moment before leaving it in place.

Voices are outside. He can’t leave without being seen.

It’s a gamble, but it’s all he’s got if he’s going to Ascentsy. Bolting for the door, Wren unlocks it, shaky breaths leaving him as he backpedals away from it further into the observatory. With Royce’s body left undisturbed and directly in view of the entrance, Wren slumps back against the wall, eyes falling to the newspaper clipping he’s forgotten to take with him as the door opens.

#ch4 #verdict #royce #ridley #wren

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glittersandsourcherries · 3 years

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Bad idea (part 2) | Elliot x Reader

Summary: You and Elliot have a friends with benefits arrangement, but someone ends up catching feelings

Pairing: Elliot x Reader

Word count: 0.9k

Warning: sexual activities? idk

Prompt: Hi! Can I request a elliot x reader where they have an FWB set up, but one of them catches feelings for the other.

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Your hands went down Elliot's shoulders to his lower back as you reached your high and felt your insides clench around him, leaving red marks from your perfectly filed nails.

Elliot finished soon after, falling beside you and removing himself. He took off the condom and threw it out. That was a good fuck.

You took a few minutes to catch your breath and recover.

''I have to pee.''

When you returned, Elliot had put his boxers back on and was checking himself through your vanity mirror, his eyes following the long red marks along his back. He brought a hand to them, hissing at the contact. ''Damn, Y/N. Are you trying to claw through my skin? You Freddy Krueger or some shit?''

You barked a laugh, flopping on your bed. ''Yep! Don't fall asleep tonight, Elliot. I might catch you.'' You winked at him, playing along, and he shook his head.

''Does that make me Nancy?'' he asked.

You shrugged. ''Or you can be Glen. Spoiler: he get swallowed by his bed and dies.''

''R.I.P. me.''

Laughing, you rolled on your stomach, getting your laptop from your nightstand. ''Wanna watch a movie or something? I heard there's a one on Netflix that's really good.'' You didn't remember the title of the movie, but it should be in the new releases.

''I don’t know, Y/N. I’m tired. I think I’m gonna head home.'' He rubbed his face tiredly and began gathering his clothes.

''Did I wear you out?'' you asked, looking smug.

''You fucking wish. But, no. I just didn’t sleep well last night.''

''You can sleep here if you want,'' you kindly offered. ''My dad is working the night shift. Won’t be here till morning.''

Elliot hesitated for a moment. He wanted to say ‘no’, he should’ve said ‘no’, but he couldn't.

The moment Elliot began gazing into your eyes for too long and smiling at your perfume lingering on his clothes, that's when he should have put an end to your arrangement. Better cut the string before it hurts too much. But he found himself going back to you repeatedly even though he knew he shouldn't have.

Like that night he slept at your place. Waking up next to you had been difficult. He had to stop himself from cuddling against you and falling back asleep.

It's like he purposely caused himself more pain. Was he a masochist, or plainly stupid? Perhaps both.

Elliot’s phone chimed with a new message.

Wanna come over?

A picture was attached. You were wearing black panties - the skimpy kind - and a cami top that was ruched up, exposing your underboob. Elliot bit down his bottom lip at the sight, feeling his pants tighten.

Jules had told you many times how bad of an idea sexting and sending nudes was, having been played before, but you knew who was behind the screen and trusted Elliot with your nudes and racy pictures.

I’m at Rue’s right now…

His phone chimed in again. This time, you were topless.

I’ll be there in 15

The words slipped out of Elliot’s mouth one night at a party as you were giving him a blowjob in the laundry room. It wasn’t the best place to confess your feelings - and neither was it for a blowjob -, but here you were, on your knees with Elliot’s dick in your mouth.

''I think I'm in love.''

A frown formed between your eyebrows, confused as hell and a little insulted. Was Elliot thinking of someone else while you were sucking his dick?

You pulled away, not really feeling like continuing.

''Eh, that's...great?''

What else were you supposed to say?

Elliot looked down at the loss of your lips around him and then felt like the worst asshole, realizing he had spoken out loud and how it must've come out. ''Shit. That’s not-'' He groaned, cursing himself.

That’s not how Elliot had planned on confessing his feelings. Standing in a laundry room butt naked with his pants down to his ankles after cockblocking himself and the girl he liked sitting in front of him, confused as hell. But now, the only way to explain himself was to take the fall.

''I think I'm in love with you, Y/N,'' he said.

You were too stunned to speak - or even blink. You just stared at Elliot with a blank face and smeared lip gloss.

''I know the feeling doesn't flow both ways but I can't keep it in anymore.''

You shook your head. ''I think you're confusing feelings and sexual attraction, Elliot-''

''I'm not!'' He put his pants back on and slid down the washing machine to sit before you. ''Yes, the sex is good, but I don’t just want sex with you. At first I did, but not anymore. I’m not playing, Y/N.''

He sounded serious. You wanted to believe him, but it didn’t make sense to you. Elliot had explicitly told you he didn’t want to be in a relationship. That he liked the complete freedom being single gave him.

''I like hanging out with you until one of us falls asleep mid-sentence and talking about weird shit. I like how you wear my clothes and leave your scent on them and the way you make me feel when your body is really close to mine. I always want to kiss you and hold you and I... I want this arrangement to stop.''

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#elliot #elliot x reader #elliot imagine #euphoria #euphoria season 2 #euphoria fic #euphoria imagine #one part left for this one!!

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vonlipvig · 1 year

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i'm about to commit a sin [is going to watch an episode of an anthology series out of order]

anyway yeah, black mirror time, but i think i'm gonna skip man vs fire for now and watch hated in the nation first, because this one's movie lenght and i won't have time for it tomorrow.

so hated in the nation it is!

#IM WATCHING OUT OF ORDER WHAT A TRAVESTY WHAT A SHAME /s #lmao it probably won't matter...unless there's a lot of nods to previous eps but oh well whatever #jules watches black mirror #oops translated it wrong there lmao

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seraqx · 3 years

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glimpse

pairing: fezco x f!reader

summary: even though you two are broken up, fezco still likes you and tries to get even a glimpse of you.

words: 1,501

warnings: drug use, swearing, angst to fluff

authors note: hi guys! i hope you all are doing well. i’m open to requests if you guys have any! :)

fezco didn’t want to see you get hurt anymore. he didn’t want you to have to suffer because of him, because of his life. so he did what he thought was right. he broke up with you.

he thought that you deserved more than him. someone who had a normal life and someone who wasn’t involved in dangerous activity.

he knew that this would pain you, but he thought it was for the best. when he broke up with you he felt like shit. your throat was dry, and your eyes were watering. you tried not to cry. to fezco he felt as if he just killed you.

as he watched you leave his house in the rain, you ran as if there was nothing stopping you. he stood there for a moment, admiring you for one last time. he shut the door holding onto the door knob. he wanted to see if you would come back, or give him another chance. but you didn’t.

and that’s when he thought he had lost you forever.

he knew you didn’t want to see him, but he still wanted to see you. he tried to see how you were doing, but not in a creepy or stalker way. he just wanted to see how you were handling things. seeing you still made him happy.

whenever he saw even a glimpse of you, he knew that he didn’t want things to officially be over yet.

and now you were with your friends, deciding on what to wear to the party. it had been a few weeks since the breakup and you were still devastated. fezco was all you ever cared for and loved. you never knew why he did it, so you put the blame on yourself, thinking that he ended things between you two because he hated you.

you knew that he was going to be at the party, so you didn’t want to stand out in case he saw you. so as far as your outfit goes, it was simple but cute. you continued getting ready, when maddy interrupted you.

“girl you seriously need to let me style you. right now you look like you’re heartbroken which is the opposite of what we want you to look like.” she groaned. you looked in the mirror and realized she was right. you wanted to go to this party to have fun and not worry about anything, so you agreed.

maddy made you wear this silk black dress that had a split side. the others agreed in awe, as they helped pick out the makeup style you would wear. in the end everyone was highly impressed by how you looked. “let’s get to this fucking party and show fezco what he’s missing.” maddy smirked.

when you guys arrived at the party, you all split into different groups. you were dancing with rue, maddy, and jules. meanwhile fezco was sitting on a couch. no matter what you were wearing or doing, he could’ve spotted you from a mile away. and man did you give him butterflies.

he missed waking up to you, and he missed how much you loved to cuddle and kiss him. so when he saw you walking into the party, he wouldn’t help but stare at you. he thought you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes upon. and he knew other guys thought so too, because when he saw them staring all the wanted to do was fucking punch them.

so what he did next was something he never in a million years thought he would do. when you were alone, he found his legs moving on their own. he didn’t know what he was doing, or what he was going to say. he had approached maddy while she was alone and getting a drink.

“ugh what do you want you cunt?” she bickered.

“i need to talk to you. it’s about (y/n).”

maddy looked up at fezco with a murderous look. “if you’re here to break her heart again i will fucking come for you.” she was not always one to please or impress, but somehow fezco had managed to speak to her.

so he told her everything. he went on a rant saying how he wish he could be the one to protect you, how he wanted to be the man you could depend on. but he was scared that one day he would lose you for good. that’s what made him completely petrified. he told her that if he could, he would be a different person for you. maddy listened closely, analyzing whether he was telling the truth or not.

“that was like the sweetest fucking thing i’ve ever heard.”

“so you gonna help me or no?”

“fine.”

maddy went over to you, who was talking with jules. “do you mind if i borrow her for a bit?” she asked her. jules nodded and went off to find rue. maddy took you by the arm and began to drag you away.

“where are we going?” you asked, laughing at the fact that you were being dragged. “i seriously need to get out of here.” she replied. you thought that some guy was being weird to her again, so you just went along with it.

while the two of you were walking away from the house maddy stopped in her tracks. “shit i forgot something. i’ll quickly get it stay right here.” then she turned around and attempted to run away. her heels clanked on the concrete floor, as her figure went back inside the house.

you were a bit scared since it was dark and your only light source was the dim lamp post above you. you could barely see what was out there. just in case you clutched the pepper spray that was in your purse. suddenly you heard movements coming from behind you.

you whipped out the pepper spray and aimed it at the person. “yo chill it’s me.” it was fezco. you sighed of relief that it wasn’t some psycho killer. but you were also scared because you were alone with your ex.

“what do you want fezzy?” the nickname just rolled off your tongue. “i mean fezco.” you corrected yourself. he thought that it was cute how your first instinct was to call him that.

“i know you probably hate me, but i need to talk to you about… why i ended things.” he said. you crossed your arms and looked up at him. “well go ahead.”

“look… i really do-”

“do you hate me?” you interrupted.

you couldn’t help but think he hated you ever since the breakup. it’s what kept you up at night, wondering what you did wrong and what you should’ve done right.

fezco was stunned at what you said. hating you? he could never. there wasn’t a single thing you could do that would make him hate you. that’s how much he loved you.

“are you for real? you know i could never hate you.”

“so why did you break up with me?”

your voice croaked and your throat started to get dry. fezco noticed this and tried his hardest not to make it worse.

“i never wanted things to end between us.” he spoke softly.

you looked him in the eyes to seek any sort of lie. but you knew he wouldn’t lie about something like this.

“i jus’ didn’t think i was the man to be able to protect you. i felt like you deserved better than some dumb drug dealer. plus i don’t want you to get hurt because of business.”

hearing those words come out of his mouth hurt you. there wasn’t anything you didn’t like about him, and you thought that he was perfect in every aspect. you didn’t care if his job was selling drugs. to you a job was a job, and as long as the person was being responsible you didn’t care. and as for getting hurt you knew that none of it would be his fault.

you cupped his cheek with your hand, caressing his cheek. the warmth of your hand gave fezco some peace. “you will always be enough for me.” you whispered. “i love you for you, and none of that will ever change. i know you can protect me because i’ve seen you do it. so please don’t blame yourself.”

he placed his hand on yours as the two of you stood in silence. “i still love you.” he said. you smiled. “i love you too.”

he leaned to kiss you, in which you kissed him back. he finally felt completed again, and you were happy. kissing him was like putting together the missing piece of the puzzle. you didn’t feel like yourself when he wasn’t there. he always brought the best out of you.

“can we try again?” he asked.

“you know i’m going to say yes.” you joked as you both let out a soft laugh.

sharing one last kiss, you hear maddy yelling from the distance. “YES BITCH GET IT!!”

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cloveroctobers · 3 years

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Fezco X sister!reader like add her to his backstory or like maker her own backstory yk- like imagine for episode 2 or sumn. I love your fez imagines btw

What it is — fez x sisterOC x cassie

A/N: thank you 😊 this will be written a little different since me writing fez as a sibling as the main focus is different for me 😆 but it also gives me a chance to write for Cassie although she’s slightly on my shit list after episode two tbfh. Anyways hope you enjoy this documentary style piece which was also inspired by the documentary I watched last night before I watched euphoria, “Adrienne”

WARNINGS: Nate being a possessive psychotic piece of trash :) , written interviewer/documentary style by a later possible oc if/when I write a Elliot piece, language, + graphic imagery if you get squeamish. Small italics/bold = oc for Elliot speaking & Italics is rue speaking.

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This is the story of Ivory also know as “Vori” by the rest of us and “Ivy” by her brothers. It does not end well or the way that it should’ve.

What was your relationship to Ivory?

Fez doesn’t hesitate to answer, “that’s family, always was and always will be. The universe picked me to be the big brother to two-three people and I’m forever grateful for that time.”

Vori had her own mind and spoke it often. Most of the time I think she said shit just to get a reaction out of you…since majority of the time when she finished saying what she had to say, she would gaze at you as if she was analyzing you before you responded. It was weird as fuck at times or maybe it was just me! since I’m always paranoid when I’m high and my mind is always running like a black eyed peas track.

What was she like?

“Nothing you can imagine,” Jules held the stare of the interviewer for a few moments, “She was confident, head always up and never down. I often joked with her that her and Maddy needed to have a runway battle against each other in the hallways. Yet Vori was so flat footed, seriously. Her feet would slap against the floor, almost like she would have to drag them with each step but it somehow still looked professional? It’s weird I know. Everything she did she made it her own.”

Just like anyone, Vori most likely had her own flaws. Sure she walked with her tribal tatted shoulders relaxed, golden curly long hair bouncing with each step. Beauty is subjective but I always thought she was secretly this mythical creature—I already told you that she always stared at people strangely like she could figure them out if you just gave her the time.

Did you notice any insecurities with Ivory?

Maddy frowned as she looked around, “I don’t know, we’re fucking teenagers. It’s possible yeah. She was stunning though but never paid too much attention to herself—of course you could tell she took care of herself very well but that bitch made me question my sexuality for sure. The Beyoncé locks, the feline features, the height, the muscular body, the tatts, bronzed glowy skin, and the face card without even trying? Don’t play with her. And that’s coming from me, a certified pretty bitch.”

Vori didn’t pay much attention to her physical features. Sure the very first time she had the chance to get in front of a mirror, she analyzed herself too, to see what other people saw: the large ears hidden behind her thick hair whenever she decided to pull her hair back, the wide bridge nose with a bulbous tip, and full heart shaped lips…but there was more to her than just her appearance. She had other things to worry about growing up on Skid Row with a mother who turned to prostitution just for her and her siblings to eat. Vori had blood siblings before she came into Fez’s life but she never talked about them.

It was probably too fucking traumatic to. The story goes: (in which Vori ran it down to me one night) she was of Samoan heritage originally born in Hawaii then raised in Canada until her father got locked up. Don’t ask me what he did but clearly it was bad enough to where her mother relocated Vori and her four sibs back to the states. Her mother was originally from Georgia and considered going back there until her own mother’s thoughts haunted her.

So she chose Texas for about a year and that left her with four children to look after instead of five. Vori apparently had a older brother but once they got to Texas…everything changed as it always seemed to for her. In her words, she no longer had a brother. “He’s not dead, I’d know if he was but I don’t have one anymore.” Was her words on the subject.

Then that left Vori to be the eldest sibling while still being a kid her damn self. That’s usually how it is. Her connection to fez was through her mother, her mother knew fez’s mother when she stripped part time when the streets weren’t looking so hot for her. Fez never knew his mother but Vori vaguely did. Marie, Fez’s grandmother, who adored her daughter and got to know Vori’s mother briefly brought her back home one night in which she met Vori carrying a baby on her hip and holding another one’s hand.

Marie could tell something was wrong with the rising fire in both of her eyes, which were two opposite colors. One eye was so dark, the color of black motor oil, and the other so bright green it reminded her of spring rain. Vori’s shirt was ripped and hanging off one shoulder, while her chest was covered in bloody scratches. Marie noticed that Vori would look over her shoulder towards a tent every few seconds until her mother climbed out the car.

“Everything alright, honey?” Marie was the first to ask, leaning over the console to look at the girl who set her eyes on the blonde woman.

Vori stepped back from her mother cradling her face, which Marie also noticed. Vori’s mother quickly snatched the baby from her arms and spun to face the woman in the car.

“We’re good. These are my kids, Ivory’s the eldest, she takes care of things while I’m workin’. She’s a fast learner and these are my other two and I’ve got one more in the house that shouldn’t be alone right now.” She sent a stern look at Vori who matched the stare, “we best get goin’. Say goodnight to Ms. Marie, babies. Thanks again for the ride.”

It only took one day for Marie to come back. She thanked the woman upstairs that she did, after getting her money that she was owed that afternoon, she drove back to the familiar street in search of the tent she stored in her memory. Vori was being dragged from the tents by her thick curly hair and most watched on or pretended not to hear. It was a man that pulled her along and it didn’t take long for Marie to hop out the car with her shotgun to take the girl into her care.

Marie didn’t have time to ask too many questions, all she saw was a girl being manhandled in a shitty situation she didn’t ask for and she did what she thought was best. “You’re coming with me, ivy baby. Where’s everyone else?”

A shake of her head was all Marie needed to know. A brief search in the tent while Vori grabbed her things and a few sentiments, Marie saw more blood from splattered to pooling and already assumed the worst for Vori’s family. So Marie took her home to meet her boys: Fez, who was confused but gentle on his approach and Ashtray who seemed to cross his chubby baby arms in annoyance.

It was rocky in the beginning with Vori’s abandonment issues, picking fights with the boys, running away for half the night, and wondering if this was temporary but she learned to adjust once she realized this was home now.

What did she enjoy doing?

Kat laughed after pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, “a lot of things. Everyone knows that she kept in shape, broad shoulders and nice abs. She’s the fastest person I know in our entire school but she quit the track team after two weeks since she didn’t like the way the coach was barking at everyone. She was all, ‘I’m on my own team.’ And I think that says enough.”

“Fez and I are were the best in math. Ivy on the other hand? She scrambled numbers up easily…so fucking easily. She was more on the science whiz level, so she was smart in that way. Not some dumb athlete like the motherfuckers who thought they knew her like to say. She also loved mysteries, solving them. Fuck. Clue and Candyland are her favorite board games.” Ashtray spoke before falling silent, lost in thought before he slammed his hands down on the table in anger.

What do you think happened on January 3rd?

Rue sniffed then pressed a palm right on top of her hoodie as she pushed her lips out before answering, “I think we already know what happened considering who’s in jail right now, no? I also think you should ask Cassie that.”

Kat rubbed at her arms feeling uncomfortable at the shift in questions, “I…don’t think two people…the only two people that are alive are telling the whole truth? I look into conspiracy theories sometimes and people talk around here of course. Vori was a cool person, I never had any problems with her. She was like this Amazon goddess. Maybe we weren’t the best of friends like her and Cass but she didn’t deserve what she got. That’s what I know.”

“I think we’re in a corrupt system and people need to stop holding the jacob’s family to such a high fucking standard. They’re not good people,” Jules muttered, “they ruin everything they touch or get near. They did it to Maddy, me, Cassie and Vori. Except now, one of us is dead.”

Maddy popped her lips after sitting quiet for some time at the question. She then began rolling her neck as she pointed a finger at the camera, “I think Nate and Cassie are fucking liars and I told the detectives that. I just find it so ironic that Vori texted me asking if we could meet up so she could talk to me about something important. I kept calling her just like I did Nate and Cassie that night. The only difference is Vori’s call kept getting dropped. It would only ring for a little bit and then disconnect. She knew something and she was going to come clean…which is something those backstabbing assholes couldn’t even do.”

“I think what happened resulted in a unfortunate tragedy,” Lexi was careful with her words, “it was a accident and my sister also fell victim to Nate Jacob’s ways. I don’t blame Fez or Ash for getting justice. You’ll do anything for family if you love them enough.”

Elliot pinched at his nose, “I know I lost a friend that night. And I know when we did get the chance to have conversations…she would tell me that she had so much love to give but was struggling to give it to the right people based on her own past. We’re all fucked up, don’t get me wrong but I know for a fact that was directed towards that girl, the blonde…Cassie. Vori loved that girl but it’s clear Cassie craves validation from guys who only like to leech—to take rather than return the love she’s seeking.”

What was your reaction to hearing the news of Ivory’s untimely death?

Lexi rested a hand against her cheek, “I didn’t know what to say or what to think. I just needed to make sure my sister was okay first since they were becoming closer…and then fez.”

“Total disbelief. And when I got the details on how she was found…I just couldn’t believe it.” Kat answered, eyes wide.

Jules sighed, “it didn’t sound right to me from the very beginning. Rue was the one who told me, I thought she was shitting me because well…my girlfriend likes to exaggerate sometimes but when I pulled up I knew. Cops everywhere and the looks on both of her brother’s faces? I was positive the apocalypse was coming.”

“I asked questions. Cassie was moving funny and I pressed her because she’s been acting funny since New Years and I was sick of it. I just think Vori’s death pushed me to the edge. Especially since I knew she had to tell me something and my gut was telling me that it had something to do with a girl that I thought was my best friend, my soulmate.” Maddy shook her head, “and now we know the truth. Fuck Cassie and fuck Nate.”

Elliot rubbed at his face, “I was gutted. Vori was one of two of my best friends. She let me be me with no judgements. I kept calling her but he obviously there was no answer. I wasn’t sure how I was going to cope…she was so special. Came into my life before I got to know rue. I wish she could have stayed, you know?”

What happens now after the events that took place on January 3rd?

Fez pressed his tongue into his cheek, bare elbows pressed into the table in front of him as he moved to fold his hands together, the cuffs clinking as he did so. “My brother and I got justice for my sister. However it doesn’t bring her back but it’s bittersweet to know Nate jacobs wont be a problem anymore unless his brain suddenly becomes alive again. We both serve our time, Nate rots in a bed, and Cassie will get to live her life—not without the guilt eating away at her for however long she can take it.”

JAN. 3rd, 8:46PM

“Stay right there you log of shit.” Ivory warned, shotgun pressed right to Nate’s abdomen as he carefully held his hands up in surrender.

She saw Cassie take off into the construction of houses, away from Nate’s truck, and sure Ivory wasn’t aware of the context of what happened inside of the vehicle but she knew the girl she cared for was running for a reason. Ivory wasn’t going to question it much, she just hoped Cassie had some sense to call this quits tonight.

After all, Cassie did send her her location earlier that evening. Ivory knew Cassie felt safe with her and despite ivory knowing what Cassie was doing behind Maddy’s back, she still stood beside her. Ivory knew not to turn her back on Nate, he was a unhinged person and seemed to like the new features on his face that her big brother, Fez gave him. It seemed as if he wore it with pride tonight as she slowly backed away, a smirk appeared on his lips.

It was creepy as hell but ivory wasn’t afraid to pull the trigger either. When she created enough distance between them she began calling out to Cassie first before she took off into a sprint. Ivory could hear Nate doing the same; way behind her.

“Cassie,” Ivory breathed as she caught sight of the blond hiding behind the wall of a unbuilt house.

Cassie frowned, “Ivory, what’re you doing here?”

“You sent me your location and I had a feeling you’d be with Nate.” She stated, “I knew it wouldn’t be a one time thing with you two.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Vori?” Her defense was slowly coming up.

Ivory sighed, “can we discuss this someplace else? away from psycho nate? He’s running around here after you as if this is the hunger games and I’ll put him down if I have to.”

“He told me I was a mistake.” Cassie’s voice wavered.

“…after you told him that having sex with him was…? Why does it matter?” Ivory stepped closer and checked over her shoulder.

Cassie glared, “it matters because I said the action was a mistake not him. He said me as if I’m the problem here.”

“Fuck him. He’s got issues himself and he’s projecting on you, Cass. I told you that you needed to dead this shit but here we are—

Cassie’s eyes went wide and it took a mere second for Ivory to turn to meet Nate charging at her and she did not have enough time to cock her gun. Down to the floor the two went with Ivory’s head hitting the ground beneath her. Her vision spun along with the weight of the gun and Nate pressing into her torso.

Nate gritted into Ivory’s face, “looks like the only issue here is you.”

He yanked the gun from Ivory’s hands and tossed it to the side. Once he sat up with both knees around her hips, he then took his hands and wrapped them around ivory’s throat and squeezed.

Cassie let out a scream, “Nate! What the hell are you doing?! Get off her!”

That didn’t stop Ivory from fighting back, whacking her palms against Nate’s face and throat. That only made Nate laugh, although there was still some sort of power beneath her hands. Next he took her by the throat and began slamming her head repeatedly against the ground and not stopping even when she began to bleed.

“Stop it!” Cassie yelled, running over to pull Nate off her friend but he only shoved her to the floor too.

Nate replied, “you know…I’m getting real tired of this bitch that wants what’s mine. Can’t you see Cassie, she wants your sweet pussy as much as I do!? There’s no possible future for you two, never. I think we should do something about that, don’t you?”

He got to his feet while Cassie attempted to crawl over to ivory who seemed to be wheezing for breath as her vision was fading in and out to black. Cassie halted as soon as he went to stand over ivory and reached down to yank her up by the throat, before getting her into a headlock. Ivory thrashed against him but Nate could feel that she was getting weaker by the second and that brought him immense joy.

Watching his surroundings he dragged her to the edge, squeezing tighter and tighter to the point he was lifting her off her feet. Her elbows went to jam at his ribs but he only faltered a little with a laugh, the pain felt so good to him.

He wondered what Ivory was feeling in this moment.

“Nate! You’re gonna kill her, please stop!” Cassie yelled.

Nate stopped his movements looking at cassie, “do you want to be with me or her cassie? What if she tells Maddy about us, then what?!”

“She won’t.”

“I don’t know. I think she might, especially if you don’t give her some to get her to shut the fuck up! And that’s not something I’ll allow you to do. You’re my mistake, not her’s.” He told Cassie who was on her knees with tears streaming down her face.

Nate watched Cassie for a moment crying over someone who wasn’t all that important. She looked so beautiful, like a scared puppy.

“N-Nate. Vori is my friend, she won’t ever hurt me. She’s a good friend and she loves me and I love her—

Wrong words.

It all happened so quick with Nate quickly letting go of Vori’s body, which wobbled. He side stepped her, gripped her shoulders and shoved her back, leaving Cassie to watch in horror as Ivory’s body flew from their sight. The blonde teen scrambled to her feet to run to the edge, tears locked in her throat. And what she saw over the edge, she felt herself scream but couldn’t hear.

Nate scoffed out a laugh at the image of Ivory impaled on some wood, before her body fully dropped further to the ground with a loud crunch. He balled out a fist to block out the noise that wanted to escape his lips. When he turned back around, he saw Cassie running for the gun but he tackled her to the ground as she screamed and fought against him.

He gave her moment but when it seemed like it was taking too long for her to calm down, he knew the best way how. To put his mouth where he knew she wanted him the most.

What did the autopsy of Ivory reveal and why was this accidental death quickly switched to murder?

The medical examiner answered, “the police enforcement was so set on it being accidental based on the way in which they found the deceased. Ivory was found completely impelled by a wooden beam, it pierced straight through her aorta which should have killed her instantly. That was not the cause of death, her cause of death was her broken neck. The wooden beam showed smudges trailing downwards which indicates she stayed in the middle due to the force she fell or was pushed, before abruptly falling through. the beam was able to pass through tissues quickly enough to where she fell completely down. Once her head hit the ground, her neck was broken.”

“I believe it’s evident she was pushed, based on the amount of neck compression I was able to see from the outside and also internally. There was also blood and brain matter exposed from the area above in which ‘she fell’ or was pushed. Meaning the person that did this to her did not do a well enough job to clean the area above.” The medical examiner explained her findings.

Is there anything you’d like to say to Ivory?

Cassie was a full on a sobbing mess that Lexi had to console her sister and it took three takes for her to pull herself together. “I’m working on becoming a better person for…for not only you but for me. Losing you Vori, had changed my life and I’m so sorry. I wish this didn’t happen and that I listened better. Maybe you’d still be here and you’d be in my future but for now you’re genuine soul remains in my dreams.”

She pressed a kiss to her fingertips and then held them upwards before she felt herself breaking down once again.

Cassie is seen sitting beside Ivory on a couch, thighs touching and holding hands. Ivory is rolling her eyes at a outstretched freckled hand that tugs on one of her large ears covered in piercings.

“If you keep bothering me fez, you might turn up missing and ash won’t be here to save you.” She smacked his arm, leaning away into Cassie who laughed watching the two in amusement.

“Yeah aight.”

A voice cleared behind the camcorder gaining the attention of Ivory and Cassie, Cassie seemed ready for whatever was being taped, while ivory kept getting distracted by her brother.

“Everybody ready?”

“Yes, y/n.” Cassie nudged Ivory’s shoulder who sighed before taking a big gulp of her iced apple tea.

“So ivory, let’s start with you. Where do you see yourself in five years?”

Ivory threw her head back, “I HATE this question, y/n. I don’t even know where I’ll be tomorrow or the next few days! I’m just taking life as it’s throw at me.”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it?” Cassie’s blue eyes stared into Ivory’s multi-colored ones, “it’s a brain teaser sure but it could be anything. I hope to be a pro figure skater for the Olympics and settled down by thirty at the least.”

Ivory hummed, “that’s the dream huh, cass?”

“Maybe.” Cassie smiled, “your turn.”

“I don’t know about settling down but sure I’d like to be in love someday.” The camera seemed to zoom in on Ivory who playfully side eyed Cassie before continuing, “I’d like to be far from this town, maybe take everyone that I vibe with here back to Hawaii where we can just be carefree. Living the true peace of island life. Career wise? I don’t freaking know, something with science. A conservationist? Who knows.”

Ivory smiled at the camera, “happy. I just want to have happiness and be happy in five years…there does that satisfy you, y/n?”

“Yeah,i guess that’ll do.”

Ivory scoffed at the camera then stuck her tongue out just as Cassie went to wrap her arms around her waist and Fez, Ash, Rue, Jules, and Elliot all jumped into their laps just as the film paused on their smiles, freezing this moment for what it is.

And what it was.

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indefiniteimagines · 2 years

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In Holy Matrimony || Rue Bennett Imagine

WARNINGS: language, Black reader but anyone can read, reader's last name is Wesley, spicy gif

"This thing is so uncomfortable," I said shifting my body.

"Rue, it's a suit. It's not supposed to be comfortable. It's supposed to look great. Which it does." Lexi put on my jacket and took a step back to admire her work. With a satisfied smile and a nod, she gave me confirmation that I'm ready for the biggest day of my life.

You see after high school I moved in with Jules after another stint in rehab. Only thing is she was more like my warden instead of my girlfriend, so I packed what shit I had and left in the middle of the night. I know, cowardly. But like introductions, confrontation is very debilitating for me. Especially when sober.

Rehab is where I met Y/N. Well, the bus stop down the block. We talked so much she missed her stop. I knew she would be in my life for a long time after our first sleepover,

"So are you ready to tell me where you were really coming from last week?" She asked me as she brushed my hair.

"I told you. I was at work. You know, at The Raddison," I said nervously taking another chip from the bowl.

"I do know The Raddison because that's where I work and I've never seen you. Trust me, I would know you."

Fuck.

"Fine. I was taking a piss in the alley behind The Raddison." She stopped brushing my hair and looked at me in the mirror,

"Rue. You don't have to tell me where you were, but please don't lie to me. Please."

Why is she so cute when she's setting her boundaries?

"I uh, *clears throat*, I was actually leaving the rehab center on 10th."

"Visiting someone you know?"

"Um, no. Not exactly." She just nodded before starting to finger wave my wet curls.

"You're not going to say anything?"

Y/N placed her hands on my shoulders, "It's not my place to judge you, Rue. We all have a past and present and this just so happens to be yours. You're getting yourself help and that's admirable and what matters."

I gave her a half cocked smile and rested my head on her hand. She placed a kiss on the top of my head and went back to what she was doing.

The next few months we’re pure bliss. I mean yeah we argued like every couple, but it usually ended in a mind blowing fuck session. We couldn’t stay mad at each other. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t secretly relapse, but after hearing how proud she was of me and how she was excited for our future, I couldn’t betray her like that. Who am I? More importantly, who is she?

Now I know what you're thinking, "Jules said the same thing. She was there for you." Thing is, Jules like to be the savior and when she couldn't things got bad. Y/N is a healer. She'll watch you save yourself and be there as a safety rail.

“Rue, baby? It’s time.” I looked at my mother and kissed her on the cheek,

“Thank you for being here.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. C’mon. You have a wedding to attend.”

I walked out of the bridal room and got photos snapped before walking to the alter. I passed all my friends and what family I had, all wiping tears or rapidly snapping more pictures. The music started playing and I knew I would see my queen in all her glory in less than two minutes.

The audience on the left could see Y/N before I could and they were all gasping and awing. She stopped when he hit the platform, her back turned to me. I watched as the sun illuminated her beautiful brown skin and created a halo around her white dress. She made her way down the rest of the stairs and to the alter with me.

"Hi."

"Hi," I said back with the goofiest smile.

"Are you nervous, Rue Bennett?"

"I feel like this white suit could turn brown at any moment." She let out that beautiful laugh that hooked me to her. We both turned our attention to Gia who was officiating the ceremony.

"The two would like to exchange their own vows."

"Rue, I love you with my whole heart and with a passion that can't be expressed in words, only in kisses, glances, and years of adventure by your side. I promise to be your honest, faithful, and loving wife for the rest of my days. I pledge to honor you, love you, and cherish you as my wife today and every day. Today I say, "I do" but to me that means, "I will." I will take your hand and stand by your side in the good and the bad. I dedicate myself to your happiness, success, and smile. I will love you forever. You are my every dream come true, and I can't wait for the reality we get to build together. I promise to be your guiding light in the darkness, a warming comfort in the cold, and a shoulder to lean on when life is too much to bear on your own. Give me your hand, and I will give you forever. You are loved more than any metaphor can ever try to express—my love, my wife. I vow to always protect you from harm, to stand with you against your troubles, and to look to you when I need protection. I promise to be yours."

I sniffle, take a deep breath and say, " Y/N, you have taught me that two people joined together with respect, trust, and open communication can be far stronger and happier than each could ever be alone. You are the strength I didn't know I needed and the joy that I didn't know I lacked. Today, I choose to spend the rest of my life with you. You have made me the happiest woman in the world today by agreeing to share your life with me. I promise to cherish and respect you. I promise to care for you and protect you. I promise to comfort you and encourage you. I promise to be with you for all of eternity. I promise to love you for who you are, and for who you are yet to become. I promise to be patient and to remember that all things between us are rooted in love. I promise to nurture your dreams and help you reach them. I promise to better myself for us and for our future family. I vow to be the woman you deserve."

"Holy shit, Rue," she says trying not to smear her eye makeup. Gia wipes her tears and reaches for the rings. We both say "I do" and are pronounced as Wife and Wife.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my great honor and privilege to introduce you to Mrs. and Mrs. Y/N and Ruby Wesley-Bennett!" The crowd stands up as we walk hand in hand past them.

It's a few hours later and the Mrs. and I just got home. I don't even make it to our bedroom before plopping on the couch and peeling my heels from my soles. Y/N disappears behind me and runs upstairs. I'm slumped on the couch when I hear the bedroom door open, but don't pay attention to it. I hear her heels clicking through the house when I call out, "I thought you were changing, baby."

"Oh I did. Hi, Mrs. Wesley-Bennett."

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stressedemoblackbratz · 3 years

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a boy brushed red living in black and white

pairing: elliot x fem!reader

warnings: swearing and mentions of drugs.

a/n: i believe this series will have seven parts so stay tuned! get added to my taglist here babes. i hope you enjoy! <3

words: 1.7k + not proofread

can you feel your heartbeat racing? can you taste the fear in her sweat? you've done this wrong, it's too far gone, these sheets tell of regret. i admit that i'm just a fool for you, i am just a fool for you.

you pressed play onto your baby blue speaker before plopping onto your bed in a huff. school was the same old same old, the work was just getting harder. once you were done doing the last page of your calculus though? you quickly did your night routine so you could listen to music.

“i would do it, press a button, pull the trigger, pull a mountain, jump off a cliff cause you know baby i love you, love you a little bit…” you softly sang to yourself while dancing, a small mirror clutched in your hand as you examined your nose.

whatever song you had stuck in your head before you closed your window each night he heard.

he knew their YouTube homepages were different. hers filled with glowy makeup tutorials, new Fenty skincare, watching people getting eyelash extensions and their nails done, hair videos, pamper routines, and kittens.

his was filled with gaming, beats, few reaction videos, short horror films, and an insane amount of music videos.

he thought he was imagining things the first time he heard her attempt to hit Kellin Quinn’s notes on King for a Day. she had giggled at her voice cracking before deciding to just hum to herself.

that did it.

that was what caused Elliot’s infatuation to grow even more.

he woke up earlier than usual one Thursday. through the blinding sun rays, he could see her trying to blend out the concealer under her eyes with her French manicured fingers before hurriedly grabbing at a beauty blender.

switching to sit up in his bed, he rubbed at his eyes. the movement caught the corner of her eye before she looked up and waved at him with a small smile.

the breath was caught in his lungs as he realized it was for him. with a short wave back from him, she turned back to setting her face.

that one interaction made his morning better.

there was a stupid smile on his face all day long.

“the fuck got you so happy?” Rue asked him in chemistry. she was hogging his notes and quickly copied them while Elliot daydreamed about his morning.

Jules laughed at her girlfriends nosiness before rolling her eyes at the obvious.

“lover boy probably saw his lover girl.” she giggled at his face change. she knew she was right then.

Rue noticed and laughed too. she closed his notebook before shoving his sweater clad shoulder.

not to long after you had moved in they both had noticed him always sitting at his window. he went from simply smoking out of it to staring intently out of it no matter what he was doing.

it was interesting to say the least.

one day Jules and Rue had enough of wondering what Elliot was staring at while they were trying to smoke the blunt he had tightly gripped between his fingers.

Rue marched towards him and quickly looked in the direction he was. “let me see what you’re staring- oh my damn.” Rue said with her mouth wide open from her place by Elliot’s shoulder. Elliot’s neighbor was doing yoga in front of her window. lights low, sunlight coming in making her skin glow, and candles burning as she stretched.

she was beautiful. hair out of her face, glowing skin, alluring eyes, and wearing a cute two piece athletic set while a YouTube playlist softly played from her tv.

“i wanna s…” Jules trailed off as she assessed the scene. you were absolutely breath taking to her. “i wanna be that mat.”

“i’d be at this window everyday too champ.” Rue said patting at Elliot’s shoulder before laughing and taking the blunt from his hand, still eyeing you through the smoke.

she couldn’t believe Elliot had lucked out like this.

“damn…did she drop her towel in front of you?” she teased at him, his head quickly shaking as he was snapped out of his day dream once again. the girls bursted into a fit of giggles right before the bell rang, Elliot quickly getting out of his seat and hurriedly leaving after gathering his things.

“awwwww! Ellie come back!” the girls hollered behind him causing unnecessary attention. he could see Nate glance at him from the corner of his eye as he rushed away from the girls, side stepping BB on his way.

at that time he passed you in the hallway. platform sandals, shiny legs, perfect makeup, matching French tips on your toe nails and finger nails that were digging into the bottom of your locker.

it didn’t help you were wearing some reworked Ed Hardy piece you had turned into a dress with a heart shaped sucker clutched between your lips he just knew you got from the library.

you bent up with your blue and pink juicy bag now in your grasp and caught his eye. your tired eyes meeting his enticing ones.

“hi Elliot!” you beamed at him over the sucker in your mouth. he stumbled over his shoes at your action and your eyes holding 16 mm lashes widened.

reaching a perfectly manicured hand out you gripped his arm to steady him.

“h-hey.” he whispered at your close proximity.

“hi.” you giggled up at him. he could smell the strawberry and mint on your breath and the sweet perfume or lotion you used this morning.

you two shyly smiled at each other before another call of his name, just louder this time, interrupted you two.

“Ellie!” Jules squealed before yanking at the strings in his backpack causing him to sway.

you laughed at the girl before letting your hand release Elliot’s arm. he felt the warmth leave his body immediately.

“hi Jules, Rue.” you said with a small smile, looking up at the two taller girls.

Rue shyly nodded as acknowledgment while Jules let out an excited “Hi! i love those shoes!”

you told her where you got them before turning your attention back to Elliot. a teasing looking on your perfectly done face.

“bye…Ellie.” you smirked before walking away to class. Elliot’s eyes never leaving your switching hips and legs.

“fuck.” he mumbled under his breath and discreetly covering the growing tent in his pants.

“she is hot.” Rue shrugged from beside him.

“agreed.” said Jules.

“is weed like…is it really that good?” he didn’t expect those words to leave your lips or for you to be interested. he didn’t really expect to hear you at all as his low red eyes drawled over to you.

his slow beating heart seemingly sped up at your voice.

a freshly washed face with curious eyes were staring right through him as you climbed to sit on the edge of your window just like him. your moisturized lips were bit in thought and as if you two were in a room together, you had leaned in to give him undivided attention.

the action caused your chest to be more apparent, to him he just thought it was a coincidence, but you knew you had done it on purpose.

had you leant any further he would’ve jumped down to save you, no hesitations.

“you smell that shit?” he laughed staring back at you.

you nodded, your own smile hidden by your bitten bottom lip.

“yeah i do.” you giggled. “i told my mom there’s probably baby skunks around here.” you said causing you two to erupt in laughter.

once you both calmed down Elliot took another hit and could faintly hear a woman’s voice calling your name.

you swung your head around to your closed door before looking back out at him. with a sheepish look on your face you gave a small grimace.

“we should smoke some time?” you said loud enough for him to hear you before tugging your sock clad feet back into your room with the rest of your body.

he watched you peek your head out, bending down with a small wave you smiled before closing your curtains and locking your window. your frame completely gone from his view.

as he laid in bed he couldn’t help but think of a few things.

how good you looked without trying, how when you waved goodbye he could clearly tell you were wearing no bra in your satin night gown, and more importantly, how you wanted to smoke with him.

now his dick was hard.

you in his room? with that nightgown and those pretty eyes? alone with him…just him.

sliding his hand down his bare chest, his hand hovered above the waist band of his pajama pants. sighing as his hand connected with the bulge beneath the fabric.

“shit.” he said rubbing his hand over the sensitive skin. bucking his hips up, he pulled his sweats and underwear above his knees and his shirt under his chin.

“feels so fucking good.” he slurred his words as he started pumping himself to the thought of you.

he found himself in this position more than usual lately.

“fuck baby.” he mumbled taking in deep breaths and speeding up his pace. he just wanted to feel the real thing.

it wasn’t long before he busted in his hand with a low groan, quickly cleaning himself up and readjusting afterwards.

“oooo…had about enough…he’s mine, he’s mine he’s mineee.” he could faintly hear The Boy Is Mine playing from your speaker before his eyes fell heavy.

“yeah i’m yours.” he breathlessly chuckled before closing his eyes.

your singing lulling him to another realm.

“the boy is mine.” you mumbled the final line biting at your nail and trailing your eyes to your closed curtains.

“GO TO BED Y/N!” your mom hollered from downstairs.

“I AM!” you hollered back before flicking your lamp off and placing your head on your pillow.

you wondered if Elliot would like your matching set tomorrow or would he like you in that bodycon dress you got with Maddy and Kat last weekend.

you just wondered what did he like.

you knew he liked drugs. you definitely knew he liked music considering he was always singing or blasting 90’s and early 2000’s alternative music.

but what else?

did he at least like you like you’d liked him for these last couple of months?

“goodnight Ellie.” you softly mumbled into the darkness before going to bed.

you’d soon have to find out.

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