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writesowhatnext · 5 years ago

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what if we rewrite the stars? // sirius black

Summary: Soulmates are dangerous things; you can’t ignore them, no matter how hard you try.

Request: Hi! Could you please write a soulmate au where Sirius and the reader have been dating for a couple of years and everything is great and they're madly in love but when their soulmates are revealed the reader's soulmate turns out to be Regulus, (they're good friends) and maybe Sirius doesn't have any? And could it be fluffy at the start but really angsty after it? Thank you love!

A/N: I would put this as regulus too but he’s not actually in it because this is just sad lol fyi Regulus absolutely breaks my heart my sweet boy

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: none I think? just sad af

part 1 // part 2

“Do you know what Sirius is?” you asked, playing with his hand as you lay shoulder to shoulder, on your backs, in the astronomy tower. You compared the size of your hands as you pressed your palm to his.

“It’s my name.” he said, turning to face you with a smug smile. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him. He poked you in the side, his face lighting up further at the sound of your laughter.

“It’s the brightest star in the sky.” You carried on anyway, folding your lips inward and biting your top lip as you stared up at the dark night sky. It looked so vast from the tower, so endless.

“Huh,” You turned to him, breath catching in your throat at his intense gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his eyes impossibly dark as he stared at your face. “I thought the brightest stars were in your eyes.”

Heat rushed to your face as you exhaled, pushing him with your free hand.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Only for you.”

You rolled your eyes again but you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face as he interlocked your fingers, using his other hand to stroke the skin of your hand softly.

“That’s Aquila,” you pointed upwards towards a cluster of stars, recalling what you’d learnt in Astronomy. “And there’s Cygnus.”

He kissed your hand gently.

“My uncle was called Cygnus.” He hummed, tilting his head to the side. “He was probably my cousin three times removed as well,” he paused then, his lips twitching in amusement. “A nasty thing is inbreeding.”

You huffed a laugh, feeling him vibrating in laughter too.

“Would you name your children after stars, too, like your family?”

“Planning our kids already, are we, love?” he mused, distracted by your hands. You shook your head at his easy words.

“Sirius, what if we’re not-“ you paused, suddenly nervous. “What if I’m not your soulmate?”

You had no doubt in your mind that on your eighteenth birthday: it would be Sirius’ name scrawled across your forearm or nothing. You couldn’t help but consider that maybe he was meant for another. You felt sick at the idea of someone else’s name written in cursive on his skin.

“That’s impossible, love,” he whispered, tugging you to face him. He looked so sure, so steadfast in the idea. “We were made for each other.”

You swallowed; your chest heavy with the emotion in his eyes.

“Ever since I met you,” he turned onto his side, shoulder pressing into the stone floor. “I knew I would marry you. And that won’t change, because, in a couple months, my name is going to appear,” He pulled his fingers from yours and gently stroked his long index finger down your forearm. “Right here. Right where it’s always meant to be.”

You wanted to regret getting into a relationship before you found out who your soulmate was but you could never regret any time you spent with Sirius. With him, everything felt right; it always had. You felt nervous, though, as your birthday grew closer. Whilst you desperately wanted for you and him to be soulmates, you had heard of people’s soulmates not matching up, or worse, people not having any at all. Your birthday was a couple days before Sirius’ and so, you would know first. That, understandably, terrified you. What if you had him and he had someone else? What if you woke up that day and there was nothing there? You couldn’t shake the thought in the weeks leading up to your eighteenth.

Sirius had been grumbling the day before about a rumour he’d heard about his brother.

“I can’t believe Regulus is on the Slytherin Quidditch team.” He said, leaning back on the sofa in the common room. You sat next to him, barely listening, whilst the others sat dotted around in the chairs with James and Lily sharing.

“Regulus,” he repeated, shaking his head. “My idiot brother.”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. Sleeping, lately, had been something solely reserved for those not freaking out about their eighteenth birthday.

“He’s quite good, actually, so I’ve heard.” You mused, thinking about the last time you had seen him.

You and Regulus were quite good friends; he approached you a few years back to see if Sirius was okay, too proud to ask himself. Hearing of Sirius’ family history, you weren’t too fond of him to start with. But time went on and after a few conversations, you grew to like Regulus. He was slighter than Sirius, and shorter too, but it was undeniable that they were brothers. And, although they barely spoke to one another, they were almost scarily alike: they had the same dark sense of humour and they both thrived off of making other people laugh. You and Regulus often studied together in the library whilst Sirius was off pulling pranks and getting detentions.

“Whose side are you on?” Sirius asked incredulously, his shocked expression bordering on theatrical.

“The side of good quidditch.” You replied, teasing. He made a face; you smiled. You felt a brief respite from your worrying but, your good humour didn’t last long. Sirius watched your face fall and, as the others continued their own conversations, pulled you closer to him.

“You know,” he began, wrapping his arm around you and brushing your hair back with his hand. “I’ve never met anyone more beautiful than you.”

Knowing him, you expected a quip at the end; something like ‘apart from me, of course’. It never came this time, though. Your sad smile broke his heart.

“Love,” you felt tears prick in your eyes at his soft tone. “I promise you that everything will be okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that.”

“How, Sirius?”

“Because no matter what happens tomorrow,” he pushed your head under his chin, his other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you tightly to him. “Soulmates be dammed; it’ll always be me and you against the world.”

“You promise?”

“I swear on every star in the sky. And every star in your eyes.”

You sniffed, wiping your eye with your hand, catching a few lone tears as you shot him a dry look.

“I’m incorrigible, I know.”

You barely slept that night. You considered just waiting up to watch the name appear on your arm; you knew some people did. You couldn’t though. After so many nights without rest, you were too tired to stay awake and instead feel into a restless sleep. The next morning, for the first few moments, you’d forgotten what day it was, only grateful to have got some rest. It wasn’t until you moved to turn over, deciding that you could miss Herbology for the day, that you saw the jet-black words across your skin. Safe to say, you missed Herbology.

Sirius was starting to freak out. He hoped that you’d just slept in but he knew that you not showing up to class meant nothing good. Remus wanted to help but he knew his words wouldn’t soothe his friend’s anxiety and so, silently, he planted Sirius’ mandrake for him before moving onto his own. James tried to distract Sirius, deathly aware of his drumming fingernails on the bench in Potions. It didn’t work. At lunch, Peter offered him his pudding, only to be turned down.

“Sirius,” Lily called from opposite him. Sirius’ head shot up to meet sympathetic eyes. Lily sighed and slide over a piece of paper. He frowned, making no move to take it. “It’s the password to Y/N’s dorm.”

Sirius left without another word and for the rest of lunch, the others sat in silence, even when he returned twenty minutes later in exactly the same nervous state.

It wasn’t until Transfiguration that he saw you anywhere. He was determined to find you, and with a free period afterwards, he decided getting out of Transfiguration as quickly as possible was the right idea. When he turned around to leave, though, whilst everyone else was still packing away their quills, he saw you. Your eyes, extremely bloodshot, he could tell, widened when you saw him and you moved quicker than he’d ever seen to leave. He was faster, though, and before you could run out of sight, he followed you onto the courtyard.

“Why are you avoiding me?” he shouted after you, rushing to catch up.

You froze, tears already flowing down your cheeks. It wasn’t until he circled around to face you that his mild anger dissipated into sadness; his worst fears about the day had been confirmed.

“Whose name is it?” he asked gently, his eyes shining at you looked at him.

“Sirius-“

“Whose name is it, Y/N?”

His voice broke.

You didn’t speak, you just lifted your sleeve, pushing your robes up your arm. You both read the name ‘Regulus Black’ printed across your forearm. You’d been reading it all day, your heart breaking every time. Nothing broke your heart quite like Sirius’ reaction, though. He nodded, swallowing. Tears began to roll down his cheeks.

“Sirius-“ you started, biting your lip and tasting your own salty tears. He shook his head, looking away.

“Sirius, I’m sorry.”

He was too far away to hear you, already storming off.

You spent the next few days swimming in grief and guilt. What was written on your arm wasn’t your fault but the image of Sirius’ face when he found out was plastered on your eyelids every time you closed your eyes. You hadn’t seen him in days. Though, really, you hadn’t seen anyone. You woke up, you went to classes, you took food from the hall and then you went to sleep. It was an empty routine but empty was how you felt. You considered talking to Regulus, but he wasn’t eighteen yet and he would have no idea what was happening. You thought it was best to cross that particular bridge later on.

It wasn’t until you heard people talking outside your window that you realised it was Saturday, Sirius’ birthday. You were supposed to go to Hogsmeade. You got dressed in a rush, debating whether it was actually a good idea. It didn’t matter though, you decided. You had to know. When you reached his dorm, you entertained the idea that he had gone to Hogsmeade without you; or with someone else. Your stomach lurched at the thought. You knocked twice before James opened the door. He looked dishevelled and tired and you wondered, at his wide eyes, how much worse you appeared. He shut the door behind him, shooing you down to the empty common room.

“James-“ you said, voice croaky. Before you could say anything else, he enveloped you in a tight hug and you felt something inside of you break. You clung to him tightly and hoped he couldn’t feel the cold of your tears on his shoulder.

“James, I didn’t-“ what? Mean to? You tried to remind yourself it wasn’t your fault.

“It’s okay.” He said gently, holding you to his chest again.

“Is Sirius okay?”

James pulled away, looking down sadly. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair. His reaction scared you.

“Who-“

“He doesn’t have one.”

Your whole mind went blank. “What?”

Before James could answer, you blinked, physically taken aback.

“Oh,” your shoulders sagged as you thought about how devastated he would be, how sure he had been. Your eyes met James’. “Can I see him?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good-“

“Please.”

He thought for a moment, clenching and unclenching his jaw before nodding. You followed him back up the stairs, heartbeat echoing in your ears as he opened the door and you saw Sirius curled up in sheets, shoulders heaving occasionally. Your heart broke at the sight of him and you were barely able to keep the sobs from ripping at your throat.

“I’ll be downstairs,” James said, the door shutting behind him. You didn’t reply. Stepping towards his bed, you bent down to sit on the floor so your faces were at the same level. He looked at you, eyebrows twisted in anguish and face slick with tears. You reached a hand over to him, making sure your sleeves were drawn down. He didn’t move as you brushed his dark hair from his face. After a second, he held your wrist and his touch was warm and familiar. You could feel your own tears falling as he looked at you and for a second, it felt like nothing had changed. It was a lie though, you realised as you watched him. Everything had changed because your soulmate was his brother and, well, Sirius didn’t have one at all.

And so, you sat there, deadly quiet. Nothing you could say would make it better.

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spectovrs · 3 years ago

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so this is specifically dedicated to the amazing @sigyncevans cause shes in love with stevie and cause we wanted a crossover between verch x steve and ivonne x charles. so yea here you go, i hope you'll like it lmao

side note: before every part there's a title of a song that matches this part's vibe :D also, as you'll probably see, I'm a Swiftie and NBHD stan <3

warnings: mentions of war, canon level violence, some swears, apart of that none - pure fluff

word count:

hope you enjoy <3

I'M GONNA UPDATE THIS LATER THIS IS NOT THE WHOLE STORY

------------------------- "Paper rings"

"Verch, hey Verch wake up, the sun has already risen!"

"And what do you want me to do, photosynthesis?" Verch asked Steve who tried to wake her up

"Hey, you don't need to be aggressive" said Steve with a little smirk "I just want to eat breakfast with my beautiful girlfriend"

"As you should tho" she yawned "wait a second I'm coming"

Steve gave her this heart eyes look which always made her heart melt. He took a few steps back so she had more space to get up. He looked at her as she stretched her arms, grabbed a hoodie and made her bed. When she was done he took her hand and together they went downstairs to the kitchen.

"What do you wanna eat?" Steve asked

"Anything babe" Verch responded "you cook so good, everything you make is great" she added.

"Okay,, it's cereal then" he said

"Not very ambitious but I love it" she laughed "thanks Stevie"

"Really it's my pleasure" Steve chuckled and started preparing the food.

Verch brought the bowls and cereal while Steve was finding milk. Few minuted later they had everything finished. Together they sat at the table, chatting happily, appreciating the fact that they had each other. They both knew damn right that they were so lucky that they met and that they had someone to share everything with, to talk about everything, sometimes cry to. They loved each other, there was no doubt about that.

----------------------------- "London boy"

Charles opened his eyes slowly and blinked as the sun hit him right in the face. He moved his head and now he was facing her. Ivonne. She was still sleeping, breathing quietly, hugging him very thighly for a sleeping person. Suddenly she yawned and started blinking just like Charles did. She scrunched her nose a little.

"I love your cute nose scrunch" Charles said "it reminds me of Edith" /fyi Edith is a cat Charles and Ivonne adopted/

"Since when I'm compared to our cat Charlie?" Ivonne asked with overdramatic tone.

"Since we got her. You remember when we first saw her? She had exact same look on her face as you had" he laughed "still, I think you look adorable"

"Thanks I guess" she yawned again "I'm hungry" she added.

"This was so random darling" Charles put her hair behind her ear "but same, so maybe let's go and eat something"

"Good idea" she sat on the bed and rubbed her face "this sun is attacking me" she complained as she covered her eyes with her hand.

"You're right" Charles said and rolled out of bed. He immediately stood up, offered Ivonne his hand ("will you take my hand ma'am?") and dancing with her to the melody they together sang he guided her to the kitchen.

-------------------------- "Play with fire"

"So, did you like the movie?" Steve asked as they went out of the cinema.

"Yes of course! My favourite part was when all heroes went into the sunshine in the end. So emotional" Verch said, tearing up a little bit "If I was in a movie I would end it exact same way" she added.

Steve nodded and smiled at her softly. For some time they remained silent as they both imagined their perfect endings.

"You know what?" Verch asked "It's not about going to a certain place. It's about who you go there with" she stopped for a second. "In my perfect ending, I go into the sunshine with you and all our friends. We're all happy cause we know that we did everything we could to leave this world better than we arrived in it"

"It's a beautiful ending" Steve imagined it in his head "I would love it to be real" he added. "It can be real if we try hard enough" Verch smiled hopefully "I want to try Steve. For you, for all of us" "Me too darling, me too" he kissed her cheek gently "I love you Verch and I always will"

Suddenly they heard a high pitched sound, as if someone vey angry tried to tear all metal around them into pieces. Verch curled up in pain, covering her ears. Steve immediately pulled her closed and hugged her so the noise was less painful.

"What the hell is that?" Verch asked with pain in her voice

"I have no idea" Steve replied, at same time trying to find the source of sound. He looked up to the sky... and saw a man in a strange looking suit, long cape and a helmet who was floating in the air and basically... worked like a big magnet. All metal from the street, which was cars, phones, street lamps, wires etc were flying in this man's direction and creating some kind of field around him.

"Maybe we should do something about this?" Verch yelled as noise was getting louder.

"Yeah you're right" Steve yelled back "luckily I have my shield with me"

"Wait Stev-" Verch tried to warn him but he didn't hear her. Steve threw the shield at the man and yeah of course shield didn't come back cause.. it was metal.

"What the hell Steve, this man rules metal and you throw your METAL shield at him?!"

"Yes, maybe this was not the best idea" Steve said with a bit of shame in his voice "plan B then, run"

They both started running away from the metal ruler. There was noone here, all other people ran away much earlier. Suddenly they saw a white light before them. The light was growing fast and it formed a circle. It looked like a... portal. They stopped like 100 meters away from the circle. They saw a silhouette coming out of the portal. Woman, dark hair, blue eyes, something about 25 years, in a black suit with white stripes forming "X" on her chest. She looked serious yet her view had something comforting in it. She saw them standing and gestured to the portal.

"Come on Steve, take Verch to the portal" how did she know their names? "quick, it's mot safe for you here" she rushed them. Steve, still in shock, took Verch's hand and ran with her to the portal. Last thing they saw before portal closed was that the woman's hands were glowing just like Wanda's but not red. Left white and right black.

------------------------ "Little dark age"

They ran onto a lawn. Very big lawn to be honest. Somewhere in front of them they noticed huge, old-looking mansion.

"Where the hell are we?" Verch was a little scared " and how this girl knew our names, who was she and who was this magnet man?"

"Well, I can answer all your questions, if you let me" they heard a calm voice. They looked around to find the talking person but there was noone in their sight.

"Uhm, who are we talking to?" Steve asked also worried

"I'm Charles. Charles Xavier. And I'm sorry I am in your minds but I didn't know if I can fully trust you" said the voice.

"Wait- you're in our heads?" Verch asked now absolutely frightened

"I'm sorry, but I had to check" Charles replied "wait a minute, I'm already near to you" he added. As soon as he finished the sentence, they saw him walking down the lawn. Tall, blue eyed and dark haired just like the woman who they've met before. He stopped few meters away from them and looked at them for a second. Finally Steve asked the question both him and Verch wanted to ask.

"This woman who opened the portal... you know her?"

"Yes, her name is Ivonne. She sensed that you're in trouble and immediately got herself in the middle of a multidimensional hole. But, here she comes" Charles said and, in fact the portal opened again and woman, or Ivonne as they just learned, appeared again.

"And how did it go?" Charles asked her "what did you do with him? I hope you didn't kill him"

"Oh no, of course not, stupid" she said with a cocky smile "the Avengers showed up and bet his ass"

"The Avengers?" Steve and Verch gasped

"Yeah, the Avengers" Ivonne said "not that they introduced themselves" she winked at Charles and laughed

"Ivonne's a telepath, just like me" Charles explained "we can read people's minds"

"So this is how you knew our names right?" Verch turned to Ivonne

"Yep" the girl replied "I know, it's wasn't really good but I didn't have time to explain"

"It's okay" Verch chuckled "thank you for saving us tho" she added

"No problem and you're welcome" Ivonne smiled "and I love your hair Verch. It looks great"

"Thank you" Verch smiled at her "I love your suit"

"Now thank you" Ivonne smiled back "well, I guess you're hungry, maybe you want to come in and eat something?" she asked

"Great idea" Charles joined in "Verch, Steve what do you think?"

"Sounds great" Steve said

"Yeah same" Verch responded

"Okay, Ivonne, can you guide us?" Charles asked

"Of course, this way" Ivonne started walking to the mansion and the rest followed her.

--------------------- "Meet me at our spot"

"So, how did you know we're in trouble?" Verch asked when everyone finished eating.

"I'm not sure, but it's possible that something or someone broke the reality and that it's possible to travel between different universes" Ivonne said and Charles nodded

"We think someone was at the end of time and did something that consequented into forming a multiverse" Charles added.

"So this guy, this wielding metal one, was from different universe?" Steve was completely shocked

"Yes, specifically for OUR universe" Charles replied "his name is Erik, also known as Magneto. He is... was my friend. I don't think I know him anymore" Charles saddened "anyway, he probably didn't intentionally go into your verse. He just got himself into a hole between a parallel verse, which we found out to be your verse aka Avengers Verse. In shorter version we call it AVerse"

"Wait, so now everyone can travel between universes?" Verch was clearly very interested in the topic.

"Not everyone, just people with powers to bend reality, for example me, or people who just got themselves into a colliding verses like Erik" Ivonne answered.

"Wow.. this must be so cool to have powers like yours" Verch smiled sadly "I don't have any superpowers, I'm just... like everyone"

"No, you're definitely not like everyone" Charles tried to cheer her up.

"Yes, he's right" Steve hugged her "you're unusually intelligent, smart, charming... you're the one and only" he added

"I'm sure you have powers but just don't know it yet" Ivonne smiled "you'll figure it out someday. Maybe faster than you think"

"Thank you guys" Verch gave them a soft smile "but if you'll excuse me, can we go to sleep now? I'm horribly tired and I'd love to get some rest"

"Now that you say it I feel sleepy too" Ivonne yawned.

"Great, I'll show you a room" Charles stood up from the table "one bed or two?"

"One of course" Steve winked at Verch

"Oh I understand" Charles looked at Ivonne "we have same thing going on"

"Oh God, can you stop flexing with it" look on Ivonne's face told that this is not the first time she had to deal with this "he literally tells that to every single couple we meet. "Hi, I'm Charles and this is Ivonne, hey did you know she's my girlfriend? Oh well she is, yeah we sleep in the same bed" and it goes and goes and goes and it never ends"

Verch chuckled but Charles looked like someone just punched him in the face.

"I didn't know it bothers you that much darling" he said looking in Ivonne's eyes

"Well, no it doesn't, I just like messing with you" she gave him a filtry smile "alrighty then, Verch, Steve come on, I'm gonna show you your room"

"Goodnight" Charles said as they were going up the stairs. They said goobe to him too and followed Ivonne who was already upstairs. They walked through the corridor to its end and Ivonne opened the door before them.

"I hope you'll like the room" she pointed at door on the right side of the room "here's a bathroom, I think towels are already there, if you'll need anything just focus on it, Charles or I will hear you" she checked again if everything was on its place "goodnight and see you tomorrow"

"Bye" Verch said "sweet dreams"

Ivonne closed the door behind her. Verch went to the shower and Steve waited for her outside the bathroom. When she finished, she walked out so Steve could wash himself too. She jumped on the bed. It was very comfy and soft. She wrapped herself up into the blanket. She didn't even know when she fell asleep.

------------------------- "Don't blame me"

"We can't leave it like that Charles" Ivonne confronted him "waiting won't give us more time and you know it. Do you want our world to be taken over again?"

"No, I just think we should know more about the problem before we start doing something about it" his voice was calm but his eyes were saying different thing.

"We already know what the problem is: the multiverse" Ivonne bit her lip "we don't have time Charles. Erik went to AVerse, what if someone bad from AVerse will arrive in our world? Avengers don't have telepaths in their squad and we don't know how to fight their bad guys"

"You're right, but still, we don't know if the multiverse is actually the problem. Maybe we misunderstood something or maybe only the two verses collided. We don't know it and, till we will not be absolutely sure, it's not wise to take any actions. Also we don't know what caused the break of reality so we don't know how to patch it up"

"You're just scared" Ivonne let out a little snort "you're scared of doing anything about it"

"No, I'm scared about YOU doing anything about it" Charles looked her in the eyes

"Why? I think I can handle my powers, you yourself said it"

"It's not about your powers, I just... I just don't want you to be hurt" did his eyes fill with tears or was it just the light? "you suffered enough Vonnie. I don't want to see you in pain again"

Ivonne moved closed to him and hugged him delicately. "I don't want you to be hurt too Charles" she whispered "you mean everything to me, never forget that". She missed him softly and rest her head on his shoulder.

"I love you so much Vonnie"

------------------------ "Sweater weather"

Verch woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She didn't remember everything but she saw light, felt pain and... she had some kind of powers? It was beautiful and terrifying at same time. She tried to calm her mind but she only stressed herself even more. She heard quiet knock on the door. They opened and Verch saw Ivonne standing on the corridor.

"Hey Verch" Ivonne said quietly trying not to wake up Steve "is everything okay? I heard your mind and I wanted to find out. You sounded very... terrified"

"I'm fine, totally, just had a nightmare. It's nothing really, I'm sorry I woke you up" Verch felt really bad for waking her up "I'm really fine" she added

"You sure about that? It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway" Ivonne smiled calmly "if you want to talk, I'm here"

"Uhh it's just that.. this nightmare.. it felt so real. I felt pain, my pain, and saw light coming from me, and I'm scared cause I don't fucking know what that means"

"Do you need a hug? Sometimes it's the best way to help"

"Yeah thanks"

Ivonne walked to her and hugged her softly

"I can help you fall asleep if you need it"

"Do you think I really have superpowers?" Verch asked after some time.

"Yes, actually, now when you had this dream I'm sure about it" Ivonne hugged her a little thither "they will appear really soon in my opinion"

"Thanks Ivonne" Verch smiled "I could use your help going back too sleep if it's okay"

"Of course"

Verch watched her as she rised her right hand and touched her scalp. Her mind went blank and she fell asleep with no dreams.

------------------------- "Leaving tonight"

Next day, Verch and Steve woke up and went downstairs. They met Charles who clearly didn't sleep well, dark circles under his eyes told them everything.

"Woah, you look like you didn't sleep at all" Steve asked him, raising his brows.

"I didn't actually" Charles yawned "it was a very bad night. Ivonne didn't sleep too"

"Oh my god what happened, I hope it wasn't our fault" Verch really didn't want to be a problem.

"No of course not, it's just... our world is not perfect and... I don't know if I can tell you that actually. I have to ask her first, wait a second" Charles touched his head like Ivonne did when she came to help Verch. He looked like he's contacting someone without words. "Alright, she's okay with it. Well, I am from a family that loved me and stuff but Ivonne isn't. Her parents never accepted her powers and basically threw her out of the house. She was fifteen at the time. She used her powers to get food, water and have a place to sleep. She was still studying and decided to go to university. Oxford specifically. That's where I met her. She was very closed and didn't trust me at first but after some time she told me everything about her past and about her being a telepath. When I was assembling the team I asked her if she wanted to join. She said yes. She was mostly doing a spy job and she was really good at it. But once we lost contact with her. She was sent to New York to find a well known scientist, who we thought might be in danger. She arrived there but suddenly she disappeared. We tried everything to contact her again but her mind was gone too. I was so worried about her that I went to NY to find her. She was in fact captured by CIA and investigated. They asked her about our team but she didn't tell them anything so they became more brutal. I somehow managed to break her out but she already was totally terrified. She has photographic memory. She remembers every single detail of the investigation. How she was tortured and stuff. She has nightmares. Every single night. But sometimes, it's worse, like today. Panic attacks for sure. Its hard to calm her down and it takes me whole night sometimes"

"This is awful, how is she feeling now?" Verch and Steve felt sorry for her "is there any way to help her?"

"I'm afraid not" Charles smiled sadly "but thank you. Now, would you like to eat something?"

"Yeah, sure"

"Okay, come on, let's prepare breakfast"

-------------------- "Call it what you want"

It was afternoon, Steve was training with his shield in the garden (Ivonne gave it back to him after Avengers bet up Erik). He thought about everything: about the danger multiverse created, about how he was in parallel universe now, about how are Avengers doing without him and about... Verch. She seemed a lot more serious last days and he didn't know if it was because of everything they went through recently or because of something she didn't want to tell him. She clearly had a secret and Steve was okay with it, he just didn't want her to go through this alone. He loved her and wouldnt sleep well knowing he ignored her problems and didn't do something to help. He threw his shield again, it bounced off the trees and came back to him. He threw it harder. And harder and harder. He catched the shield and sat on the grass, covering his head in his hands.

"Steve?"

He immediately recognised this voice. Verch.

"You alright?" Verch asked again.

"Yes sweetheart, I'm fine. Just a little tired" he tried not to sound weird. He didn't want her to worry about him.

"Steve. Don't lie to me, I see something isn't right" Verch didn't let him trick her "you can tell me everything, you know it"

"I just worry about you Verchie. You are more serious now, you laugh less, you don't seem happy, I mean you don't have to be happy all the time but I just feel something is wrong"

Verch went silent for a few seconds. When she finally spoke her voice was shaking.

"I feel like I have a power inside me. It awakened some time ago. And it scares me. I don't know if I will control it, what if I hurt someone? I... don't know anymore who I really am. I don't know what these powers even are" her eyes filled with tears. Steve hugged her and stroked her hair softly as she cried in his arms.

"I'm afraid Steve, I don't want to hurt anyone"

"You won't sweetie and don't be afraid, I will always be here with you, I promise"

"Thank you Stevie"

"I love you Verchie"

--------------------------- "Best friend"

Verch didn't remember next few days well, it all blurred into fear, sleep, eating and wandering around the mansion. Ivonne was feeling better, Verch talked to her a lot, she was checking up on her very often which Ivonne appreciated. The two grew up closer, Verch started to think that she finally has a friend other than Steve. She couldn't call the Avengers her real friends cause they didn't talk much. She saw them sometimes when they were coming to her house to pick up Steve. They were all cool, dangerous and... had superpowers. Were better than average people. It scared her a bit and always made her feel a little anxious. Did she say everything right? Didn't she annoy any of them? Maybe they didn't like what she did or said and now she made new enemies? Steve always told her that they like her and that she did everything right but she didn't really believe him. One small part of her always doubted that.

So she really appreciated Ivonne. She felt like she had someone who doesn't judge her, who genuinely likes her and who won't turn their back on her once she disagrees with them. Ivonne felt same way but, as she had in her character, didn't tell Verch about that. Ivonne's one and only real friend, apart from Verch, was Charles. He always was there for her, understood her so well and never left her side. She always thought about him as a very good friend but deep inside she knew that he's something more. "Idiot in love" she called herself out one day.

Now, that she had Verch, she was damn sure that she finally has a best girl friend who will always stand with her.

And Verch thought same about her.

------------------------- "Flawless"

Charles called them all to his office telling them that they must think about a plan. So, the four was now sitting on comfy armchairs brainstorming how to end the multiverse. For now, noone had any ideas.

"My brain hurts" Steve complained "I'm not used to this much thinking about complicated stuff"

"Same" Ivonne rubbed her eyes "even tho I am a MSc in genetics"

"I need a break" Verch let her head fall on the back of her armchair "this shit is tiring, all these... dangers, oh my god they are just-" she yawned

"Yeah I think we need a break" Charles also seemed sleepy "wanna go outside or have a nap here?"

"Move Xavier, I'm coming" Ivonne stood up and three fast steps later she was on his lap.

"Steve, you move too" Verch followed her friend's example, sat down next to Steve and cuddled into him.

"I'll take as a "we wanna take a nap here"" Charles chuckled and started playing with Ivonne's hair.

Steve pulled Verch closer and watched her for a second as she fell asleep.

"How did you confess to Verch?" Charles suddenly asked him.

"What? Oh, I invited her to the cinema then we went to a tower, she loves night views from high places, and I just... told her. Kinda basic but I couldn't think of anything better to be honest. She liked me back so anything would work anyway. But there was also one situation, we were at the Avengers Tower at a party. We danced a lot and I told her that I love her for the first time and we kissed.. all Avengers saw it so it was kinda awkward" he laughed quietly "and you?"

"Well, it was more complicated" Charles chuckled again "Ivonne's a telepath so if she wanted to, she could've known the truth immediately. But I wanted to tell her myself and I did. It was in the middle of a battle, she was injured. I took her away from the battlefield, tried to cheer her up and it just... happened. She was first girl I ever kissed"

"Wow now that's elite" Steve couldn't help laughing a bit "what was your friends' reaction to you two dating?"

"Raven said she wasn't surprised, Hank said that he knew it all along, Erik didn't care, only Peter and Alex were totally shocked and didn't stop joking about it since then" Charles made a face that let Steve know that he doesn't like Peter and Alex's jokes "oh, and Logan said that it's really nice to hear that we're happy and stuff, only one normal person really"

"Well my friends were supportive, at least most of them. Nat was totally in heaven when I told her, she told me she shipped us from the beginning, Tony joked about it but he was genuinely happy for us, Clint said that he will take care of our kids when we have them, Vision as he has in habit, was VERY much like Tony but nicer, Thor said that he can arrange us a nice wedding in Asgard and Bruce... well Bruce was in shock but in a nice shock I mean he was happy but shocked"

"I would love to meet your friends"

"And I'd love to meet yours"

------------------------- "Softcore"

So, after some more talks they came out with a plan. It was simple: find The Avengers and maybe some X-Men and make a team out of that. They weren't sure if it will work and if anyone would be interested but they thought they should do it anyway. In worst case they would just end up alone and fight without any help.

They all started training, each one different. Steve trained with his shield, mostly ran around an obstacle course Ivonne made for him. Verch trained sword fighting as she was great in it and it was useful. Ivonne trained her powers in other obstacle course which also included using knifes. Charles just walked around the town trying to confuse people.

After two weeks they were ready. They suited up and walked out on the lawn.

"Alright, yall ready?" Ivonne asked them "I'm opening the portal"

They watched her as she moved her hands in some kind of circle and then pushed it forward. Portal opened.

"Welcome to the Avengers reality" she said with some fear in her voice "everyone remembers who they need to find?"

Everyone remembered so they went through the portal. They appeared in New York, near the Avengers Tower.

"Good luck" Verch said "see you soon"

Steve walked down the street to the Tower, Verch caught a bus to Louisiana, Ivonne quickly found out which way she should go and Charles turned back and went to the city centre.

------------------------- "Stargazing"

Steve was standing before the Tower. He took a deep breath and opened the door. He took a lift to highest floor. The lift stopped and he got out. He was home.

His best friends were here but who should he talk to first? Who would believe him? Sam was in his house, Bucky also was away and Scott... well he didn't know but he definitely was not here. Suddenly the idea flashed in his head. Thor! He would believe him if he wasn't in Asgard. Steve went to the living room, expecting at least one of his friends to be there. He was right but the person chilling on the sofa wasn't Thor.

"Steve! You're back" Clint shouted as he saw Steve coming "where have you been mate?!"

"Oh you wouldn't believe me" Steve hugged his friend "I was in alternate reality"

"For real?! Oh God this is amazing!" Clint looked now like a puppy whom you offered a walk "how does it look like, are the people nice, do I exist there, are there superheroes, is there McDonald-"

"Clint please don't ask me this much questions in one minute, my brain aches" Steve laughed "it's pretty much like ours, but there are no Avengers, their superheroes are called X-Men"

"Did you meet them?" Clints eyes shone like two stars from excitement

"Yes, to be honest I lived with two of them in one house for three weeks. They're really nice" Steve tried to calm Clint down

"What superpowers do they have?" Clint couldn't stop asking

"They're both telepaths but one has also powers pretty much like Wanda's"

"What are their names and can I meet them?"

"They are Charles and Ivonne and no, you cannot you HAVE TO. We need your help to patch the multiversal mess up"

"OH. MY. GOD IM GONNA TRAVEL TO ANOTHER UNIVERSE" Clint yelled so loud that he woke up Tony

"Why are you yelling Clint" Tony asked with a sleepy voice "Oh hey Steve, I thought you died"

"Hello Tony, no I'm not dead" Steve was not surprised with Tony's joke "Clint you tell him, I'm gonna find and informate the rest"

"Of course Cap" Clint saluted as Steve walked to the kitchen. Steve heard Clint happily explain everything to Tony and Tony sobbing cause he didn't understand anything from Clint's babbling.

"At least they didn't change" Steve whispered to himself.

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Verch got out of the bus and looked around. She was in Louisiana and she needed to find one person. From what Steve told her and she knew herself she figured out that she needs to go to the forest so she did. Few minutes later she walked onto a lawn. She saw a nice looking house and two kids playing outside of it.

"Hey boys" she smiled at them "can you tell me if Sam Wilson lives here?"

"Yup, he does" the taller one answered "should I ask him to come here?"

"Yes, thank you" Verch answered. Boys went to the house and she waited outside. After a minute Sam walked out of the house.

"Oh my, Verch! Hi its been a while" he smiled and hugged her "it's so nice to see you"

"Back at you Birdie" Verch hugged him back

"So what is going on? I know that you want something from me, what happened?"

"Multiverse. Steve, I and our new friends are assembling the team to fix the problem"

"Let me guess, your new friends are not from our world"

"How did you- okay nevermind. Yes they are, and they will help us a lot. When we get everyone from our universe we gonna find heroes from theirs"

"Who do you have for now?"

"Me, Steve, Clint for sure, maybe Nat and Bruce, Thor, Tony if he will not laugh at Steve and you"

"Nice team, what about Wanda and Vision?"

"We don't know where to find them. But we will ask Doctor Strange if he wants to join"

"Oh that's great, are you gonna ask Bucky? I personally think he would be very useful"

"Right, we have that covered tho. One of our new friends is going to ask him"

"Is he or she a good fighter? Just in case Bucky gets,, you know scared"

"She's a telepath"

"Well then I think she will handle him. Also, I'm in. I wanna be in the team"

"Thanks Sam"

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Ivonne stopped before a bar. She felt persistence of Bucky Barnes inside it. Thanks to everything Steve told her about him, he was easy to find. But, she was a telepath so everyone was easy to find for her.

She entered the bar and quickly located Barnes. He was sitting in the darkest corner, alone. She took her chance and sat at other side of his table.

"What do you want" he asked her, his voice sounded a bit russian.

"I want your help, James" she used his first name cause she didn't know if she can call him Bucky.

"Wow I see youre informed" he sounded chill but she felt his thoughts - his head was flashing red lights

"Not to worry James, I'm not your enemy, i don't want to hurt you. I'm Ivonne Xavier, Steve Rogers sent me" she thought it won't be a good idea to reveal her powers till she won't fully trust him

"So that's how you knew my name" he finally raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were nearly same color to Charles'.

"Yeah. Stev- WE need your help. Multiverse emerged and we need everyone we can get help from to fix it. You are on the list"

"We? Who do you mean?"

"Me, Steve, Verch and my fiancé. Also the entire world and probably the whole multiverse"

"Wait.. you're not from our universe are you? No, don't answer, if you were you would've been recruited by the Avengers long time ago. You clearly have superpowers"

"How did you know?"

"When you entered the bar, door opened but you didn't use your arm for this. Yes, you raised your hand but none of your muscles moved when you opened the door. Small detail, I think noone spotted it except me"

"Wow you have nice sight. Anyway, do you wanna join our funky team?"

"Give me time to think about it" he thought about something for a second "come back in two hours. I'll tell you what I decided"

"Sure. See you in two hours then" she stood up and left with a thought that James is definitely hiding something, but she didn't know what. Yet.

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177A Bleeker Street. Charles read the address and looked at the building he had in front of him. He was at the right place. He knew it not only because the address was right but also because he sensed someone very powerful inside of the building. Probably Doctor Strange. Now he needed to convince Sorcerer Supreme to help him.

He took a deep breath and opened the door. He was in a big hall, before him there were huge stairs. He raised his hand to his head and "scanned" the area upstairs. Nothing.

"Well, you're a telepath. Nice gift" Charles heard a voice on his right. He moved around and saw a tall, dark haired man in a long, red cloak.

"You're Doctor Strange right? Steve Rogers sent me, we need your help"

"Yes, it's me. And what do you need help with? Multiverse, maybe?"

"Exactly. So you already know something about it"

"Yes, it is in fact a multiverse, and I suppose you are from a parallel universe, am I right?"

"You are. Anyway, would you help us fix the problem? You would help a lot, cause we don't know much about realities, universes and stuff like that"

"Let me think.. yeah I think I can help you. In fact, I was actually gonna start looking for a solution for the multiverse issue and I've already collected some clues"

"That's great! When do we start?"

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soundofseventeen · 6 years ago

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Muffins (Xu Minghao)

hi everyone!! Here’s another requested one! I hope it’s what you were looking for! -Erin

The first time Minghao saw you, the best word to describe him was shook.

He had stopped into the bakery you worked at because it was Soonyoung’s birthday, and the rest of the performance unit decided to get him a cake to celebrate while they rehearsed. He had been in this bakery a million times. There was always some occasion that needed something sweet. And for some reason, he was always seen as the one to go get it and trusted to not eat it on the way back. He was used to the little old couple that owned the place, always telling him he looked too thin and trying to give him extra treats they liked him, okay.

You were standing behind the counter, ready to begin your third day. You had gone through all your training, and were now ready to begin actually working. The owners hired you on because you were the kid of a family friend, and they needed an extra hand as they got older. Plus you spent enough time in here as it was, so might as well be a little more productive that reading your books fyi that’s how you two always missed each other, you sitting in a corner with a book covering your face, him on a cake mission.

You were tying your apron into a perfect bow when you heard the door ding, and you looked up to see a tall dark haired boy standing in the doorway. He was frozen in the doorway, holding the door open and staring at you. He looked up at the sign above the door, and then at the door, then seemed to come to the conclusion he was in the right place. You gave him a small wave.

“Hi there!” You said in a happy voice, and he still just blinked. It took a couple seconds, and you started to wonder if you had somehow gotten flour in your hair or on your face. Eventually he shook his head, and walked up to the counter.

“Hello, sorry… I just… was expecting the owner. He’s usually the one out here… I didn’t know they had other employees��” He said, and you almost swooned over his voice. You had to remain professional, you were at work after all.

“Oh yeah, they just hired me. Today’s my official first day alone up here.” You smiled, pointing to your little shiny nametag. “I’m Y/N.”

“Uh… Hi, I’m Minghao.” He said, suddenly turning his attention to the case. You deflated a little bit, just as the owner came from out back.

“Hello Minghao, we’re just finishing up your cake now.” He smiled, and Minghao nodded, smiling at the owner again, you almost swooned, but c’mon y/n be professional. “Have you met Y/N?”

“Uh, yeah just now.” Minghao said, glancing at you then back to the case.

“They’re gonna be around here helping out a bit, so try to be nice to them.” He winked at Minghao, causing his eyes to widen. “I’ll be right back up with the cake.” The owner went in back, leaving you alone with Minghao again. He was putting all his focus onto the case, and you sighed, leaning on the counter.

“Is there something you want from there?” You asked, and Minghao started to shake his head, but then looked up and saw you just looking at him.

“Sure.” He said, and you straightened up, fully expecting him to say no.

“Oh! Okay, well what can I get you?” You asked, and walked over to the case, pulling on some plastic gloves. Minghao’s eyes went back to the case, and you smiled. “You seem to be attracted to the muffins? They are fresh baked this morning.” He looked up at you, and the two of you made eye contact, which quickly caused him to look back down at the muffins.

“Yep. I’ll take one of those, please.” He said, pointing to the tray of blueberry muffins. You grabbed a bag and put the muffin in, handing it to Minghao.

He paid you for the muffin and just as you finished the transaction, the owner came back out with a medium sized white box.

“There you go, just finished. Hopefully your friend likes it.” He smiled, and Minghao smiled back, taking the box.

“I’m sure he will.” He said, starting towards the door. “See you next time, tell your wife I said hi.” He then turned to you. “It was nice to meet you.” He said, and before you could respond, he was out the door. Once he got past the windows, he leaned against the brick wall and took a couple breaths. What just happened to him in there?

“What’s this?” Jun asked as Minghao set the cake box down on the table, the bag with the muffin perched on top.

“Hoshi’s cake. Tell me you didn’t forget.” Minghao replied, smirking at his friend.

“Of course the cake, I meant this.” Jun grabbed the bag on top and opened it up, raising an eyebrow at Minghao. “It’s a muffin.”

“Yep. That’s what it is.” Mingaho said, hoping the conversation would stop there. But Jun folded the bag back up, putting it in on the table and cocked his head at Minghao.

“Mingaho, that’s a blueberry muffin.” Jun said, and Minghao nodded again.

“You are not wrong.” He replied, starting to stretch for rehearsals.

“Okay, we’re going to ignore for a second that you don’t even like muffins, but you can’t stand blueberries.” Jun smirked, and Minghao just continued to stretch. “Either you suddenly changed your entire appetite, or they hired someone new at the bakery.”

“Maybe it’s for you. Or Dino. Or Hoshi, it is his birthday.” As if on cue, Chan and Soonyoung walked into the room, discussing a certain move for their choreo. Minghao took the opportunity to distract them with the cake, which definitely caused a quick commotion. Jun kept eyeing Minghao, who kept not looking at him.

You were playing tic-tac-toe with Mrs. Owner I know, I’m not good at names so just work with me here, losing for the millionth time. You swore she was a witch. You had just started another game when the door dinged, Minghao walking in. You smiled at him, but Mrs. Owner gave him a confused look.

“Minghao, honey, did we have an order?” She asked, looking over their order sheets. He quickly shook his head.

“Uh, nope. Nothing today.” He said, walking up to the counter.

“Then how can I help you dear?” She said, starting to get up. But you got up quicker and whispered you had it, letting her rest a little bit.

“I was uh… Actually here to get another muffin.” He said, scratching his head.

“Oh yeah? Well here, let’s see what flavors we have today.” You smiled, picking up your gloves again. Minghao smiled back, and you turned your focus to the case. “You could get another blueberry one? Or we just started these cherry ones that smelled so good this morning. I may have tried one. They’re delicious.” You giggled, and Minghao took a deep breath.

“Yeah, that one sounds good.” He said, and you nodded, putting the new muffin in the bag. You both walked over to the register. As he pulled out his wallet, Mrs. Owner waved a hand.

“Oh just take that one dear. You’re still far too skinny.” He grinned at her, shaking his head.

“I really should pay for it.”

“And I should really let Y/N here win one game, but that’s not going to happen either.” She winked at you, causing you to fake gasp. “You know, Y/N, Minghao here is a dancer. And he sings too. He’s got a rowdy group of boys he does performances with. They’re quite popular.” You looked at Minghao.

“Really?” He started to blush, putting his wallet back.

“Uh, kind of.” He said, and you smiled at him.

“That’s so cool! You must have a lot of fun with that.” You said, and he looked at you again. He gave you a small nod.

“Yeah, I do. I’m actually late for them now, so I should go.” He took the muffin and walked towards the door. “Thanks for the muffin! See you around.” He said, and then quickly turned and left the building. You sat back down, and saw a confused look on Mrs. Owner’s face.

“What is it?”

“That’s strange. I have offered that boy every treat we have, and he has never taken a muffin before. Always said he never had a taste for muffins. Must have been a really good one he had last time.” You looked from the woman to the door, suddenly confused.

“Sorry I’m late.” Minghao said, pulling off his jacket and throwing it in the corner with the muffin.

“Were you seeing your muffin friend?” Chan asked, and Minghao just started to stretch.

“Don’t know what you were talking about.”

“Uh huh, what flavor did you get today?” Jun asked, and Minghao gave him a look.

“Cherry.” Minghao mumbled, quickly turning around.

“I knew it. Hoshi owes me dinner now.” Jun smirked, and so did Minghao, but for a totally different reason.

The late afternoon rush had just ended, so you were quickly cleaning up tables and the counters. The owners were in back making bread dough for the next day, so you just danced around the empty bakery, humming to yourself. You almost missed Minghao coming in, and turned around just in time to see him lean against the doorframe.

“Not bad.” He said, a slight smirk on his face. You quickly caught your composure, walking to the counter.

“Says the dancer.” You say, leaning on the counter.

“Therefore, you should trust me.” He points at you, and you smile.

“You here for another muffin?” You asked, and his eyes went to the case.

“Yep.” He said, and you walked over to the case, grabbing your gloves.

“Funny story, the owners said you never get muffins. Like ever. In fact, she said you actually usually refuse them.” You leaned on the glass, and he looked up at you.

“Oh…” His hand went to his head, a small smile on his face. “Uhm… Yeah, about that…”

“You know if you want to keep coming in here, you didn’t have to keep buying muffins. You’ve bought like, a dozen in the past couple weeks?” You laughed, and he chuckled.

“Not to mention the ones the owners just gave me. They probably think-” He was interrupted by the door opening, two more boys walking in.

“There you are, Hao!” The shorter boy said, linking an arm around Minghao’s neck. The other boy mimicked the action on his other side.

“Who’s this?” the second boy asked, flashing a smile at you. You could see Minghao’s face getting bright red.

“Uh, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Jun,” He pointed to the second boy, “And Chan.” He pointed to other boy, both boys waving at you.

“Nice to meet you guys.” You said, slightly chuckling. “Can I get you something?” You asked, gesturing to the case. Jun and Chan looked over the case, then Jun looked at Minghao with a smirk on his face.

“So, this is where you get the muffins from.” He said, then he pointed at you. “And you must be the cute muffin girl?” You raised and eyebrow as Minghao pulled himself from his friend’s arms.

“Okay, we should go.” He said, not really looking at you.

“Wait, but I wanted a muffin. That chocolate one from the other day was really good.” Chan said, with a pout on his face. Minghao opened his mouth to respond but you held up a hand.

“It’s on me.” You said. He started to protest but you gave him a look. “Oh please, you know I say it’s for you and they’ll ask why I didn’t send you with more.” You bagged up a muffin and handed it to Chan, who grinned and thanked you. The boys waved goodbye, exiting the shop. You shook your head and started to clean the counter when Minghao came back in.

“Look, about the muffin girl thing-” He said as you put your chin in your hand on the counter.

“Seriously, you don’t have to keep buying muffins to come in here. I enjoy whenever you come to visit.” You said, giving him a smile. He looked at you for a couple seconds, then smiled.

“Okay.” He said, opening the door again. “Okay, maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow then.”

“I’ll have a muffin ready.” You said, causing him to chuckle as he walked out the door, giving you a small wave through the window.

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propertyinzirakpur2-blog · 6 years ago

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Purchasing Real Estate - If You Purchase Residential Or Commercial Property?

Commercial Property in zirakpur

We Hear this frequently from property investors:"What is the brighter move? You will arrive in the very best option -- the one which maximizes your odds for success -- by operating through a decision procedure which contains some"international" problems, some local and some which are completely personal.

Commercial Property in zirakpur

Definitions

Let us Begin with some language. For the purposes of the discussion, we will establish as residential any land which derives all or most its income from home units. (FYI, the taxation code classifies any land where 80 percent or more of their gross income comes in home units as home made, so lots of mixed-use properties could be categorized as residential for taxation purposes.)

For industrial

Why do I state This is the Since appraisers and lenders might consider big (>4 unit) apartment buildings to become commercial investment land because they're purchased and sold strictly because of their capacity to make income rather than as a possible personal residence for your owner/investor. But, it is going to suit our conversation better to deal with all flat buildings as residential properties.

What Are the international problems which should influence your option to purchase residential or commercial property? The condition of the U.S. economy surely tops the list. If you think we're in or are on the edge of a recession, then it is sensible to be careful regarding commercial real estate. You'll need to rely on companies to occupy your own commercial area, and when they are fighting to survive or just deferring their strategies to enlarge, then leasing rates might soften and need for distance decrease. Replacing a missing tenant -- notably one missing suddenly (at the center of a rental, or the middle of the night) due to a weak market -- can take more than it could in unstressed financial times. After the market and employment are powerful, naturally, you're very likely to observe exactly the reverse. Service companies need more room, retailers open more shops, vendors need additional warehouses.

Still another issue is the Price and Access to financing. Interest rates are almost always significant to investors, however there's 1 scenario that may hit you as counter-intuitive. When house loans are easily obtainable and mortgage rates fall, it is not unusual to observe a rise in apartment deductions, which makes flat buildings less desired as investments. The reason? Low mortgage rates and effortless credit often indicate that people can have a house in a monthly cost that's the same -- or even less, after taxation -- compared to leasing. As part of your possible tenant pool might be dropped into home ownership.

Local Problems

In the Actual world, Every one of those international issues includes a"nevertheless" attached. You have to remain on top of the regional marketplace because that marketplace will contradict the national tendency. By way of instance, highly restrictive zoning regulations may indicate that commercial area is in short supply in a special place, recession agreeing. Along with the price of single-family houses in your community might be so large that there'll always be a strong need for leases.

You Could purchase a house and insulate yourself out of it by turning over every part of its operation into a control firm. But if you've never operated a house yourself, how do you know whether the management company is doing an okay job? Most investors start as hands-on supervisors as well as your probability of success will be higher if you opt for a kind of property that you are familiar with.

So, in the private level, will residential or industrial suit you better?

Unless You're increased in the forests by wolves, there's a really good possibility that you have spent your entire life at a residential dwelling unit: a yearlong home, a condominium or an apartment. You get a firsthand comprehension of the rights, duties and proper behaviour of a residential occupant. In case you were a renter, you most likely also know some thing about the functions and duties of the landlord and tenant. It's because of this that first-time investors frequently lean toward purchasing a tiny residential construction. This is comfortable and comfortable land.

Obviously, a few If this description fits you, then turning into a commercial landlord could be a simple transition. You have firsthand understanding of how commercial rental deals come together, and also what the parties generally expect of each other.

Like some of your investment options, every form of property has its own advantages and disadvantages. As an instance:

Residential Experts:

1. Residential units are usually simple to lease. Turnover in home is large, which means that your pool of possible tenants will be big. 2. Leases are usually brief, particularly for flats, which means that you may keep up with the leasing sector. This implies money flow will be rather strong with a multi-unit residential home. 3. Funding residential property is generally fairly straightforward. For smaller properties, the practice resembles financing a house. 4. The price per unit will be reduced for residential than commercial. 5. Obviously it is a lot easier to keep your eye on the house in case your attention is really there.

1. Residential properties usually call for a good deal of hands on direction. 2. Residential properties usually call for a good deal of hands on direction. (That is not a typo. 3. Having a single-family residence, one missing renter equals 100 percent lost lease. 4. Multi-family homes are usually elderly and therefore can require more repairs and upkeep. 5. Residential tenants do not keep office hoursso it's possible to find a telephone or criticism at any moment of night or day. 6. Larger multi-unit properties normally have a great deal of visitors in common places and will require increased maintenance. 7. Can I mention that residential properties generally call for a whole lot of hands-on direction?

Dealing With commercial tenants is rather different. Ideally, it is business, not private.

Commercial Experts:

1. Typically rentals are more, with built-in rental escalations. Five decades, with options to renew isn't universal but surely quite ordinary. Except maybe for smaller offices, few companies would be eager to visit the cost of becoming recognized in a special place with no promise of greater than only 1 year.

2. Many Commercial rentals pass through the renter a pro-rata share of particular costs (or some pro-rata share of the rise in certain expenditures, over a foundation ). By way of instance, the tenant might be obligated to cover its own pro-rata share of property taxation and common-area upkeep.

3. Direction is not as hands free than having residential. Renewals are less regular.

4. Based on The kind of distance (i.e. more prevalent with retail and luxury workplace ), the renter may fit-up the room to suit itself. The landlord may provide a one-time fit-up allowance or some period of free rent, but the inside end then becomes the renter's duty to maintain.

5. Since the property's worth is strictly a part of its earnings flow, you've the chance to generate value by improving that income flow. To put it differently, you do not have to rely on overall economy"appreciation" to grow the value of your premises, but might take actions to do yourself.

Commercial Disadvantages:

1. Attempting to obtain a commercial property to a shoestring might not be a sensible strategy. Lenders are generally harder underwriting commercial loans, particularly in case you've got no experience working commercial real estate. Down-payment requirements are usually higher, as do interest prices. Loans are for shorter periods and frequently have a"balloon" condition (i.e., has to be refinanced prior to the minimal end of this term).

2. Leasing a commercial distance Can take considerably longer than renting a residential unit. Following a renter is identified and fundamental conditions agreed upon, it's ordinarily required for lawyers for the two sides to negotiate the language of their rental. The complexity and expense of the procedure can vary considerably, depending on if you're handling a local or a national renter.

3. Commercial rentals will typically require a renter exercise an choice to renew nicely before the lease expires -- maybe six to up to twelve months before -- so the landlord may have time to search for a new renter.

4. Funding commercial real estate may be More complicated compared to residential.

5. If you do not have expertise Being a business tenant, afterward turning into a commercial landlord will need you to get acquainted with a few concepts and techniques which are specific to the industrial world. You will want to know about"tenant mix" in case you have retail area, about commercial insurance and regarding the billing and reconciliation of flat-rate costs.

While there Is no proper reply to this query,"Residential or Commercial?" There's most likely a best response for you. Do you need the Hand-on participation of residential? Do You've Got the tools for Commercial? The possibility of higher danger? Predictable return? Consider your aims and tastes attentively, And evaluate your assets -- time, money, abilities -- realistically. With a little bit of luck, the reply must leap off the page.

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Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Fourteen

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!

***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***

Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW

Pulling into the parking lot of her restaurant, Aria found a couple men lounging around the front door. Pursing her lips, she hesitated a moment wondering why anyone would be hanging out when they didn't open until afternoon.

Keeping her phone in hand, she gathered her laptop bag and purse. Pushing her sunglass up to hold her bangs out of her face, she approached with narrowed eyes. As they saw her approaching, one pulled out a camera while the other grabbed a small notebook from his pocket. "Aria St. James?" The shorter of the two asked, his red face and rumpled clothes giving her the impression that he had just rolled out of bed after a bender. "Yes..." She replied flinching as the man's camera went. "Can I ask why you're taking my picture and standing on my doorstep?" "We're from Startimenews.com and we wanted to ask you a few questions about your relationship with Jeffrey Dean Morgan." Cocking an eyebrow Aria replied, "How exactly did you hear about this supposed relationship?" "We have a lot of sources ma'am." "Alright. Well that's kinda private don't you think?" "Mr. Morgan's a public figure." "So?" "So? the public deserves to know." "They deserve to know his private affairs? I doubt it. Look guys. I'm not sure what kind of story you want but I know Jeff, we're close. He's a wonderful man and I'm a busy woman. So unless you want to help set tables or peel potatoes I've got to be on my way." After a few pictures of Aria opening and locking the door, the two men walked away. Aria scowled at the big windows and pulled her phone out. Texting Jeffrey a quick message telling him their relationship was outed and she probably pissed the inter-webs by not giving them inner details of their sex life. Her phone rang instantly.

"What happened?" He asked instantly with the sound of people shouting instructions on set in the background. "I had a couple paparazzi camped out in front of the restaurant. They wanted to know all about us. Apparently it's big news that everyone should know about." "What'd they say?" "They asked about us. I told them it wasn't really anyone's business. They said you're a public figure so they deserve to know. I said you and I are close, that you're a wonderful man and that I was a busy woman and if they didn't want to peel potatoes or set tables they could get off my doorstep." "That all?" He asked, his voice tight. "They took some very interesting pictures of me walking, unlocking the door and shutting it in their faces." The phone was quiet and Aria began to think she'd done something wrong. That maybe she shouldn't have talked at all or said more. Maybe she was rude and now the world would think Jeffrey was dating a total bitch. Maybe she made him look bad or maybe, worst of all, he didn't want anyone to know.

"Look, I'm sorry if I did the wrong thing or whatever but we kinda didn't even discuss what would happen when this came out. If I did something wrong-." "Stop." Jeffrey interrupted her verbal meltdown. Biting her lip, Aria fiddled with the buttons on her chef coat nervously as he stayed silent for another moment. "I didn't even think... Goddamnit." Jeffrey grumbled on the line, his voice strained and obviously irritated. "Jeff look if I wasn't supposed to talk to them or I said the wrong-." "No baby. You didn't do anything wrong. Look I'm going to talk to my publicist and figure out if we should announce it or something." "Jesus, really? Is that actually something we have to do?" "I know. Look, I gotta go but I'll handle this okay. I'm sorry you were harassed sweetheart." "It wasn't a big deal. I mean yeah I don't really want photographs of me half asleep on the Internet but what can you do when you're dating the sexiest man alive." Jeffrey bellowed over the phone, his gruff laugh making her chest loosen just a little. "I haven't made that title yet." "Well that's a shame. Probably better for me though because you'd ditch me for whoever the sexiest woman alive is." Jeffrey rasped low in the phone, "You're the sexiest woman alive to me, baby girl." "Okay player." she spoke with blushing cheeks, "Get back to work. I'll let you know if anymore of you're adoring stalkers show up. Is there something you want me to say?" "You did fine. I'd say, don't cuss anybody out or punch them and you'll be fine." "Well fuck Jeff, that's exactly what I was planning on doing." She deadpanned causing him to chuckle. Smirking at the empty dining room she murmured, "Will I see you tonight?" "Depends on the schedule. We're a bit behind." "Okay. Well let me know." "Will do sweetpea. Stay out of trouble." "Never."

Jeffrey hung up the phone and rubbed his face roughly while growling. He was furious at himself for not even thinking about or discussing what would happen when the vultures found out about Aria. He felt like a total asshole for not preparing her. He'd been half afraid she was going to throw in the towel when he told her about talking to his publicist. He'd been living in a fantasy world where they got to keep what they had together to themselves but it was out now, there'd be no going back once mainstream media found out. "Why the bitchface?" Norman asked, while lighting a cigarette. Jeffrey held his hand out for his own. After lighting it, he explained, "Aria got her first taste of cameras jammed in her face." Grimacing, Norman exhaled and asked, "Shit. She okay?" "Yeah man, I'm just.. I'm a fucking dumbass. I didn't even think about it or prepare her." "Yeah that's pretty dickish man." "Fuck off. I've been a little busy." "Busy getting your dick wet." Norman joked before chuckling. Jeffrey punched him in the shoulder and scolded, "This is serious fucko. What if she changes her mind?" "What, about you?" Norman rasped, his brow furrowed. "Uh yeah. Not everyone wants their lives painted all over magazines and the Internet." Jeffrey huffed, taking a vicious drag off his cigarette thinking about what he would do if Aria ended things because of who he was and what it meant for them. "Well I mean, she should've realized it would happen." Norman offered, rolling his broad shoulder. Jeffrey narrowed his eyes as he looked off at the set, flicking ash from his smoke and muttered, "Well realizing it and experiencing it is two different things." "Was she pissed?" "No." "Upset?" "Well, no." "Then what the fuck’s your problem?" Norman chuckled, tossing his cigarette butt aside. "What if she does get pissed or upset. This is just the beginning. I don’t..." Jeffrey swallowed thickly and confessed, "I don't want her to change her mind about us because some fucker camps outside her work and harasses her." "That where they got her?" "Yeah." "What’d she do?" "She told them if they didn't want to peel potatoes or set tables they could fuck off." Norman laughed gruffly and gripped Jeffrey's shoulder. "Man she'll be fine. If anything I feel bad for those poor fucks who try and strong arm information out of her. Unless that's what you're worried about, her losing her cool?" "No but I did tell her not to cuss out or punch them." Laughing Norman asked, "What'd she say?" "Told me that was exactly what she had planned on doing." "She'll be fine man. She ain't changing her mind." "Oh yeah and you know this how?" Jeffrey scoffed, crossing his arms as he watched Andrew speaking to Scott. "I know because I saw you two together. She fucking loves you man." Norman replied, a cocky grin on his face. "Fuck off. There's no way you could know that." "I fucking saw her asshole. She stuck to you like glue and looked at you like fucking... I don't know. Like you were all she could see. It was disgusting and completely fucking annoying." Laughing deeply, Jeffrey peered over at the man he considered a surrogate brother and asked, "Why?" "Because it's bullshit. I want a girl who looks at me like that. You're fucking lucky man." "Yeah until some assholes on the internet start talking shit about her or us or they invade her privacy even more and get photos of her in a damn bikini or something." "Well I for one would be very fucking upset if that happened." Norman drawled, brushing his lip with his fingers as he obviously pictured the image. Jeffrey glared at him and shoved him aside. "Stop picturing my girlfriend in a bathing suit." "Fine I'll stick to my regular fantasy… nothing but a chef hat." He replied with a shit eating grin. The sound of Norman's yelp echoed across the set catching Scott's attention. Cocking an eyebrow in question at the men, Jeffrey replied, "Believe me, he deserved it."

Aria sat her staff down to let them know of the occurrence with photographers that morning. She wanted them aware in case they were ever confronted with questions about her and her relationship with Jeffrey. It wasn’t something she wanted to do but she'd rather them be prepared. "Okay so that's the plan for the night. I have one more topic I need to discuss." She spoke, hesitantly. "I'm sure you are aware of my... relationship with Jeffrey." "Oh do you mean Mr Tall, Dark and Hot as Sin?" Cheryl quipped, her painted lips quirked to the side. Sighing, Aria continued, "Yes Cheryl, as I was saying. Most of you know I'm dating Jeff and unfortunately it seems that the people who invade others privacy for a living have found out also. There were two reporters waiting for me this morning outside. So I wanted to make you all aware, there may be questions thrown at you, there may be photographers outside waiting for super exciting pictures of me taking the trash out or I don't know eating a sandwich. I'm asking not only as your boss but I think as a fellow human who likes to have some kind of private life, if you all could keep what you know about our relationship to yourselves. I'm sure it'll be exciting having them around but I just want you to think before you speak and act. You've all met Jeff. He's a great guy, and has always been friendly and kind with all of you. Please respect both of us by not joining the media circus. I'll be forever grateful if we can keep things civil and without drama." The team broke up to finish their jobs before opening, Javier coming straight to her. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine." She huffed, wandering back in the kitchen. "I mean in the back of my head I knew this would happen but I guess maybe it was just wishful thinking that we could just.. I don't know, be a normal fucking couple for awhile first." "I'm sorry Ari." Javier spoke with a frown, his hand rubbing her back. "Look you don't need to worry about any of us speaking to the press. Even with you being a hard ass sometimes, you respect all of us and I know they will too. Plus if any of them squeals, I'll kick their asses." Snorting, Aria began setting up pots and pans to heat up. "I appreciate it Javie but I don't need a bodyguard." "I don't know. I've seen some of those fuckers get pushy on tv." "Well if anyone gets pushy with me, you'll be the first to know." "Good. So what did they say?" "Nothing important. They wanted to know about my relationship with Jeff. It was stupid. They took a couple photos of me looking half asleep and fully irritated." Javier chuckled, "so like any other day." "Exactly. I swear, he's gonna dump me once all the stupid tabloids start talking shit about his frumpy, no name girlfriend. Posting pictures of me with no makeup and stained chef coats." Rolling his eyes, Javier began to rattled off all the reasons she was wrong, "First fucking off, you are neither frumpy or no name. You're cute as a goddamn button and you have one of the top TEN restaurants in all of Georgia. That's a state with a million and one places to eat! Two, that sexy man would rather chop his arm off than let someone talk bad about you. He looks at you like you hung the fucking moon, girl. And three you're batshit crazy if you think he'd listen to those jealous twats online." Laughing a little, Aria stopped what she was doing and asked, "what do you mean about the way he looks at me?" "You're so blind. That man loves you. When you're not looking, hell even when you are but when you're not, those dark bedroom eyes... fuck, they just... watch you. I don't know how to explain it but if I could pay someone to look at me like that, I'd do it. It's like... you are the only person in the room to him. Everyone else could fall off the planet and he wouldn't fucking notice because you're there in front of him." Aria felt her eyes prickle and turned away slightly to keep them from spilling over but Javier was having none of it. Stepping forward, he dipped his head to catch her blurry gaze. "He loves you. Hold onto him. All this other shit... it'll be worth it because men like that... they don't come around often."

Find Chapter Fifteen Here:

http://jesbakescookies.tumblr.com/post/162779569116/too-hot-to-handle-chapter-fifteen

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