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mviswidow · 4 years ago

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you make a great fake girlfriend

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 8k

Warnings: language, sexual situations? (no smut tho), casual drinking (i’ll add any others if necessary)

Prompt: Hello love! Can I please request a Wanda fic where her and the R have to pretend to be a couple on an undercover mission for like a week or something? Maybe they like each other but are too scared to act on it because they don’t think the other person likes them back? I hope that made sense. If you don’t want to write it I totally understand! Thank you and I hope you have a great day!

A/N: okay HI this one is super long, definitely the longest i’ve posted on tumblr. it’s a little cliche (within the fake dating trope) but i don’t think it’s a bad kind of cliche and i kinda love it whoops (this also took literally forever i’m so sorry)

“Agent Y/l/n, Mr. Rogers and Ms. Romanoff have requested your presence in the office.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY. Tell them I’ll be right there.” you said, slowing down from a jog as you turned off the treadmill you’d been using.

You grabbed your towel and wiped your face before draping it around your neck and taking a drink from your water bottle.

Steve tended to call you for mission debriefings right when they were about to happen rather than telling you beforehand which usually messed up your morning workouts, but you’d managed to time them well just in case. It only took you a few minutes to get to the office from where you’d been and you were very grateful for the air conditioning being good enough to cool you down by the time you got there.

When you opened the door, you saw Wanda sitting in a chair opposite Steve and Natasha and a crinkle grew between your brows before you stopped in your tracks, looking around the room, “There’s a really weird vibe in here, what’s happening? Did someone get fired- am I getting fired?”

“Y/n, sit, no one is fired,” Natasha chuckled and gestured towards the empty chair beside Wanda.

Steve dropped a file down on the table and you both leaned forward to read it, but you didn’t get very far. Your heart dropped when you saw what your mission was and you looked up at Nat with pleading eyes but she just gave you a shrug and a look that said ‘there’s nothing I can do’.

“So, you want us to date?” Wanda asked, seeming a bit confused.

Steve swayed forward for a second and crossed his arms, “To pretend to date, yes. Should just be for two weeks, if things go by smoothly. We’ve rented a house for you guys already.”

“Okay... but why us? Why not you and Nat or something?” you asked before turning to Wanda. “Not that I don’t want to or anything- I mean, I’m just-”

“Curious?” Wanda interrupted with a smile to which you nodded. “You’re fine, Y/n/n.”

“You guys are the best suited for this mission,” Nat said simply.

“And why is that?” You asked with a raised brow and a playful glare present.

She rolled her eyes, “Well, you guys are both, you know-”

“Gay?” You interrupted, arms crossed.

“Yes, and the couple who runs this drug cartel is a lesbian couple, so we thought you’d fit in well.”

“Since when is it our job to infiltrate drug cartels?” Wanda frowned.

Steve sighed, “Since the drugs started giving people weird abilities- did you guys only read the first paragraph of the file?”

You rolled your eyes and spun around in your chair a few times before Steve grabbed the back of your chair to stop you, “Y/n, please.”

“When is this, anyway? And where are we going?”

Steve huffed and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose dramatically, “If you guys would just read the file-”

“You leave for Miami tomorrow morning,” Natasha answered.

——

You will arrive at your destination in one minute.

You groaned at the GPS direction interrupting your music for the thousandth time, “I already feel sick of this place and we’ve just got here.”

Wanda chuckled and rolled her eyes, “Oh, don’t be dramatic, Y/n/n. We’ll be fine.. it’ll be fun.”

“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, Maximoff,” you teased and shifted in your seat to look over at her while she turned into a street.

“Maybe I am.. show me the photo of Vanessa and what’s-her-name again? Uh-”

“Sofia?” you asked, already looking through your phone to find the photo before she had to answer.

Wanda nodded, “Yes, her.”

The GPS spoke again, letting Wanda know that she’d arrived at her destination as you pulled up the photo and tilted your phone in her direction.

She hummed after looking at it and unbuckled her seatbelt before sighing and getting out of the car, you doing the same after shoving your phone in your pocket.

The two of you spent the next few minutes grabbing your suitcases and bringing them inside before going back out to do a short sweep of the car to make sure you had gotten everything.

Just as Wanda closed the trunk, you closed the door to the backseat and walked over to her.

“We’re all done,” She smiled and her eyes flicked to the house behind you as someone walked out.

“What is it?” you asked, tilting your head upon seeing her eyes widen slightly.

Wanda smiled warmly at you and your confusion grew when she took your hands in hers, pulling you closer to her, “I’m going to kiss you,” she said quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, which made you blush profusely as you blinked quickly in a feeble attempt to gather your thoughts.

“What, you- you’re what?” you stuttered.

Wanda huffed, but the sweet look on her face was throwing you off, “She’s watching, Y/n. Please don’t be difficult.”

“Oh,” you mumbled and bit your lip, your heart was beginning to race. “Um yeah, oka-”

Wanda cut you off with a tender kiss and - holy shit her lips are so soft. She brought one of her hands up to cup your cheek and tried calming your nerves with the other, rubbing your knuckles with her thumb.

When she pulled away she peppered a few kisses on your face, which made you giggle, despite your face feeling like it was bright red, “You okay?” she murmured against your cheek.

You nodded in response and brought her hand to your lips to press a kiss to her knuckles before pulling her into the house, but giving her enough time to look over at your new neighbor and give her a little wave.

Both of you let out a breath once the door was closed and she looked at you with an incredulous look on her face, which made you roll your eyes.

“What was that?” She asked, and you shoved your hands into your pockets.

“Nothing, I just-”

“You talk a big game to be getting flustered like that, Y/l/n,” Wanda teased, nudging you in the arm.

You rolled your eyes again and waved her off, “You just caught me off guard is all. Let’s go see the rest of the house.”

Wanda laughed as she walked behind you, and you looked through the kitchen to see if it had everything you needed. She peered over your shoulder and hummed, “We’re going to have to pick up some stuff from the grocery store.”

“Yeah, I mean, I can go after I unpack,” you said, shutting the fridge.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Wanda smirked with a raised eyebrow, but upon seeing your frustration she pursed her lips. “I didn’t mean to make you upset, Y/n/n, I’m sorry. She was just looking at us and I didn‘t think we’d get another chance to get her attention today.”

You sighed and shook your head before giving her a half smile, “No, I’m sorry, you’re right. You were doing your job.” And that’s all it would ever be. “I just have to get used to this is all, I guess I hadn’t really mentally prepared.”

Wanda’s face bore an indistinguishable expression for a moment, but she nodded, “It’s okay, I still need to get used to it, too. Let’s just go look around the house, yeah?”

You hummed in agreement and the two of you made your way into the living room. You looked around halfheartedly until Wanda started walking towards the bedroom and you followed behind her.

“Cute,” she said as she walked in and you stood in the doorway, eyes flicking around the room.

You both seemed to end up looking at the bed that adorned a blue comforter and white pillows that looked really soft.

“I can take the couch,” Wanda spoke, clearing her throat.

“No, what?” you frowned. “The bed is - it’s big enough for both of us. You’re not sleeping on the couch.”

She looked reluctant to agree with you so you raised your brow, urging her to say something, “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“I’m fine, I promise. I just freaked out a little outside.. Besides, this should help, right? We could use some intimacy practice,” you bit your lip. God that sounds so stupid, you thought.

“Intimacy practice?” she snorted and you lightly hit her arm.

“Shut up, you know I’m right,” you said, and mentally praised yourself for sounding confident.

Wanda put her arms up in surrender, “Okay fine, we’ll practice our intimacy,” she teased, snickering.

“You’re the worst,” you groaned and walked out of the bedroom, but she trailed behind you, and you could hear her bubbly laugh.

“How could you say that? I’m the best girlfriend ever.”

“Sure, Maximoff,” you chuckled.

——

A few hours later, you’d unpacked, done groceries, and gone for lunch.

You arrived back home, and got out of the car, meeting Wanda at the door, “What the hell do Nat and Steve expect us to do for two whole weeks?” you groaned as she got close enough to hear you without you having to be too loud.

“At least two weeks,” Wanda reminded, watching you get out your keys and unlock the door. “And I’m not sure, but we can always call and bother them. They still haven’t given us our full cover... Orrr we can go out to the beach since it’s literally in our backyard.”

“Wanda-”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun, we can-”

“Hi, ladies!”

Your brows furrowed and you turned around to see Vanessa walking up to you guys. You forced a smile and nudged Wanda towards her in an attempt to not have to talk to her, but Wanda pulled you forward with her before letting her arm go around your waist.

“Hi,” Wanda smiled, squeezing your side a bit, and you held up your hand to do a little wave.

“I’m Vanessa, I live right next door,” she smiled back and held her hand out for both of you to shake, which you did.

“Yeah, I think we saw you while we were heading in earlier. I’m Wanda, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.”

“Hi,” you smiled and leaned into Wanda, a bit out of nervousness. In response, she pulled you closer to her and kissed the side of your head, and you had to bite back a smile.

“Did you guys just move here?” she asked. Wanda nodded, “Yes, we got here today.”

“You guys are adorable,” she pouted, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “Well, I’m sure you guys have stuff to do, but if you want a break from unpacking you can always come over for drinks sometime.”

Wanda smiled, “That sounds great, we actually don’t have much to unpack.”

“Perfect! Come over tomorrow night, then,” Vanessa smiled and started to walk back to her house. “How does seven sound?”

“Sounds great!” Wanda chirped from beside you and you rested your head on her shoulder, groaning quietly, to which she chuckled and pulled you back towards the door.

“Do you not like her or something?” she chuckled once the door was closed behind you.

Your nose scrunched and you looked over at her, confused, “Sorry, did you forget she runs a drug cartel?”

Wanda huffed, “I know, but otherwise, she seems nice, she’s not that bad.”

“I just don’t want to have to be around her any longer than I have to. She makes me nervous,” you shrugged before moving to sit on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island.

Wanda bit her lip as she looked at you, seeming to be thinking, “Is it-”

She was interrupted by your phone ringing and you gave her an apologetic look before answering, “Hey, Nat.. yeah, hold on.”

You put the phone on speaker so Natasha and Wanda could exchange hellos.

“Okay, we’re giving it to you easy. You guys are wedding planners, you’ve got your own company together, we’ve even set you up a website just in case. The link should be emailed to you within the next five minutes. You can literally make a bunch of shit up about the weddings and no one will know, alright?”

You started laughing as soon as Natasha said wedding planners, but Wanda flicked you on the arm to get you to stop.

“Okay, thank you, Natasha,” Wanda spoke into the phone, lightheartedly glaring at you when you snickered.

“Mhm, call me if you have any questions-”

“Yeah, what the hell are we supposed to do for two weeks?” you asked, and Wanda rolled her eyes.

“You’re in Miami, Y/n. Don’t be boring, go have fun.”

And with that, Natasha hung up the phone.

“See? I was right,” Wanda smiled smugly and you feigned annoyance, poorly albeit, the smile on your face was an indication that you were anything but. “Now, come to the beach with your super hot, sexy, witch girlfriend.”

You shook your head with a chuckle and held up your hands in defeat, “Okay, okay. We’ll go to the beach.”

——

Once you had changed into a swimsuit, you allowed Wanda to drag you out of the house and through the sand as you carried the beach towels.

You glanced over and saw your new neighbor sitting on her balcony reading a book and you squeezed Wanda’s hand to grab her attention, “Wands, I don’t know if this is a great idea.”

Her excitement dissipated when she heard your words and you felt your heartstrings being tugged at when she looked at you with an almost hurt expression.

“I just- she’s out here,” you tilted your head towards the house and Wanda let go of your hand to fidget with the hem of her bikini top that she looked amazing in with a disappointed look on her face.

“We can head back in, it’s fine.”

You internally kicked yourself and dropped the towels on the floor before grabbing both of Wanda’s hands and pulling her towards the water, “I feel like an asshole now, c’mon.”

She bit back a smile and let you pull her through the shallow part of the ocean until you were both up to the top of your ribcages.

“I guess it is kind of nice out here,” you admitted, to which Wanda smiled smugly. “You told me, I know.”

She chuckled and got closer to you, putting her arms around your neck and wrapping her legs around your waist, “Is she looking again?” you asked, bringing your hands to the underside of her thighs to keep her up.

“Maybe, I don’t know. Can’t a girl enjoy her temporary girlfriend?” Wanda asked playfully, as she ran her delicate fingers through your hair. She was close enough for you to properly study the way her eyes looked in the sun and if she stayed still long enough you could probably count all the freckles on her face.

“You’re really milking this, aren’t you?” you giggled.

“Of course I am, you’ll never be able to say you’ve had a better fake girlfriend than me,” she said triumphantly.

“Oh, I should step up my game then, huh?” you joked, walking a few paces into the shallower parts of the water, now enjoying the refreshing feeling of it more than you cared to admit.

“Probably,” Wanda hummed. “I don’t think you’ll be very hard to beat at the rate you’re going.”

You faked dropping Wanda, letting go of her legs and tipping her back, but you grabbed her before she fell in, laughing at her squeal.

“Drop me in the water and I’ll fake break up with you,” she smacked your arm, despite grinning wildly.

You feigned being offended but waded back into the water, letting it go up to your chest again and trying to keep your mind off Wanda’s very mesmeric way of playing with the necklace you were wearing

“How are you so good at this?” you asked, but upon seeing Wanda’s confused expression, you knew she had no idea what you were talking about. “At this, like the PDA and being touchy with me.”

Wanda shrugged and looked to your collarbone, watching water gently splash into you, “I dunno, I guess it’s just easy with you. Feels right- like, in a way, I guess. I don’t know.”

You smiled softly and nodded, “Cute, Maximoff.”

She rolled her eyes and dropped her head to your shoulder to hide her smile, “Shut up, I’m being so nice to you right now.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” you chuckled. “That’s nice to hear, I guess.”

Wanda snickered and shook her head against you, “You’re horrible.”

You and Wanda stayed in for an hour, just messing around with each other, until you suggested that you go inside so you didn’t get sunburns, but you promised her that you’d come back out with her later to watch the sunset.

You both took turns showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you wearing a light sweater and shorts and Wanda wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts.

Wanda made you both something to eat for dinner and you finished just in time for the sunset outside. Wanda brought the file you’d been given at the compound with her outside to review everything with you while you sat out, and you carried a towel for you both to sit on since you’d just showered and so you didn’t bring a bunch of sand back into the house.

Wanda sat close to you, and your pinkies were intertwined on top of the towel as you watched the sun go down. Every once in a while one of you would say something, but you didn’t have a conversation until the sun was almost down and Wanda brought the file into her lap and opened it.

She read everything out to you before reviewing the things Steve had underlined, very intent on making sure you remembered everything. You thought it was adorable the way she insisted that she quiz you on a mission file.

Just as you were about to answer one of her questions you were able to make out Vanessa walking in your direction, still far away, “Fuck, fuck.” you muttered, moving to straddle Wanda and sit on her lap.

Wanda glanced over and groaned, “Do you think if we just sit here like this she’ll go away?” she asked, pulling the file between your bodies, and you shuffled closer to cover it completely.

“Does it look like that would make her go away?” you huffed and ran your fingers through Wanda’s hair, pushing it away from her face.

“Y/n, if anything we can just talk to her-”

“Are you kidding? We’ll look like horny teenagers with me sitting on top of you like this. What if she invites us inside her house or if we have to make an excuse to go back inside and she sees it when we get up? It’s got a giant fucking Avengers logo printed on the front of it,” you shook your head.

Wanda bit her lip and let out a breath before licking her lips, looking conflicted because she knew both of you were thinking about doing the same thing.

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, c’mon Wands, you were so intent on kissing me earlier, what’s-”

Wanda tilted your chin down with her thumb and her index finger, making your lips meet hers. One of your hands went up to her neck and you traced her jawline with your thumb as you kissed while your other hand was at her waist subconsciously digging your fingers into her skin.

You kissed eagerly and smiled into it when her tongue darted out between her lips and licked your bottom one. You parted your lips and let her into your mouth, humming when your tongues touched for the first time.

Wanda started to kiss down your neck, angling her face so she could see Vanessa, “For fuck’s sake, she’s still coming.. Y/n, moan or something.”

“What?” you hissed, bringing your hand up to her hair. “I feel like we’re doing way more than we should be having to do for this mission.”

“Please, she’ll go away if she gets uncomfortable, just do it,” Wanda whispered urgently as she continued leaving open mouth kisses at your neck, occasionally nipping and marking the skin there.

“How am I supposed to just-” you interrupted yourself with a moan when Wanda bit down on your neck before sucking on your pulse point. Your grip on her hair tightened, making her hum into your neck.

“There we go,” Wanda mumbled. You shivered upon feeling her hot breath and you could feel her smiling against you.

She started to kiss your shoulder now, but you pulled her back with the hand that was in her hair, though not very hard, and your eyebrow raised when she let out a little whimper. Her eyes widened and you smirked before leaning forward to kiss her again, “Someone likes getting her hair pulled.” you whispered against her lips, which earned you a smack on the arm.

“Mention it to anyone and I’ll give you nightmares for three months straight, Y/n.”

You snickered and tugged at her hair a little harder this time, but your face flushed when she let out a breathy gasp. “I hate you so much,” she pinched you in the side.

“But I’m the best girlfriend ever,” you pouted and now it was your turn to kiss down her face to her neck, because to be fair, you really just wanted to leave a few hickeys, since she left them all over your neck.

Wanda’s breath hitched when you nipped at the skin underneath her ear and you felt her breathing quicken.

“Y/n/n, she’s gone,” she said breathlessly.

You soothed the skin you’d been sucking on with your tongue and left two more kisses before moving away while biting back a smile. Her eyes went down to your neck almost immediately. You assumed was looking at the hickeys she’d left and you started laughing quietly.

Wanda was now trying to suppress a smile, but it didn’t last long, and soon, she was laughing along with you, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“It was for the mission,” you snickered, arms going to rest on Wanda’s shoulders.

“Mhm,” she said playfully before sighing. “We should probably go back inside, huh?”

You nodded and got off her lap, grabbing the towel once she’d stepped off of it. The moment you stepped foot in the house Wanda’s phone started ringing.

Wanda’s brow furrowed and she closed the door to the backyard, walking over to the counter quickly, and her heart started to race a little when she saw the caller ID. She held up her phone to you for a moment, “There’s no way she knows..”

However, as soon as she answered the call and put it on speaker, you were both met by Natasha’s yelling, “Why the fuck did I just see the mission file on the beach while one of your targets was in the vicinity?”

“Uh, what?” you squeaked as you watched Wanda’s eyes go wide.

“There’s cameras outside, idiots. If Steve found out you guys did that you’d probably never be allowed on another mission again.”

“You watched us?” you scoffed and crossed your arms, even though Nat couldn’t see you.

“Yes, obviously,” she said, and you could hear her clearing her throat.

Wanda opened and closed her mouth a few times before she spoke, “Is there audio for the security cameras, by any chance?”

“...Yes.”

“Oh god,” Wanda groaned and covered her face with her hands.

“The file stays inside your bedroom in a sex drawer or something, do not bring it out of that room, am I understood?” Nat asked.

“Yes ma’am,” you responded.

“Don’t get cocky with me, Y/n.”

You frowned, “I’m not being cocky I’m literally just saying yes ma’am-”

And then Natasha disconnected the call.

“Well that didn’t go very well,” Wanda cleared her throat, and you both looked over at the file that was now sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, we should go put that away.”

——

“That was so embarrassing,” Wanda muttered a few hours later as the two of you were getting into bed.

“So what, you have a hair-pulling kink? We all have our own things-”

“I’ll make you sleep on the couch, Y/n.”

“Yeah, right. You’d be bored without me to bother you,” you quipped as you turned towards her and tugged the comforter up to cover your shoulder.

“I’ll risk being bored,” she teased and turned towards you.

You stayed looking at each other for a few seconds and your heart fluttered when you realized you were laying in bed with Wanda. Sure, you’d just made out on the beach, but this was domestic in a way that was messing with your feelings.

You’d been pining after her for the past few months. Luckily, it didn’t seem too noticeable, but Natasha did figure it out pretty quickly. At the rate you were going, you were pretty sure you’d be head over heels for her by the end of the mission. Her touch was practically electric and everything she did drove you mad, even especially the teasing.

She looked deep in thought too, and before you could stop yourself you asked, “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” she said sleepily.

“Me?”

“Mhm,” she nodded against her pillow, and you watched her yawn softly.

“What about me?”

“You’re a good kisser,” Wanda murmured, and her hand reached forward to brush your hair back and away from your neck while a mischievous smile grew on her face. “And you bruise easily, too.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, swatting her hand away playfully.

“You’re also really nice to me. And you’re fun to be around, even if you’re a pain in the ass half of the time,” she smiled and shuffled closer to you, reaching her arms out.

You smiled back at her and pulled her into your arms, but she pushed you gently to lay on your back before wrapping an arm around your waist and settling into the crook of your neck.

“You tired?” you asked.

“Yeah,” she mumbled.

You could feel her soft lips and warm breath against your skin, and you swore there was no way she couldn’t read your mind because it was screaming a whole bunch of very loud thoughts and they were all about the girl laying in your arms.

You took a breath to calm yourself and threaded your fingers through her hair, “You tired yourself out trying to be a better girlfriend than me, huh?”

She didn’t respond for a few moments until she let out a little ‘mhm’, and you took that as your cue to let her sleep.

“Goodnight, Wands.”

“‘Night, Y/n/n.”

——

The next day passed fairly quickly. You and Wanda slept in since you didn’t have anything to do. She made breakfast and you watched two movies before going out for a late lunch and coming back home to shower and get ready to go over to Vanessa’s house.

When you came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you, you saw Wanda had put on a little red dress that went up to her mid-thighs. It wasn’t too fancy or anything, but the material hugged her body perfectly and it made her look like she modeled dresses like that for a living. You tore your eyes away from her before you were caught staring, “You look pretty.” you said, letting your hair down.

Wanda looked at you from the mirror where she was fixing her own hair and smiled softly, “Thanks, Y/n/n. Go get changed, c’mon, I wanna see your dress.”

You took your dress from the bed and brought it back into the bathroom with you. You sighed when you looked at yourself in the mirror after it was on. It was black, much more flowy than Wanda’s. A little longer than hers too. You shook your head and let your hair fall where it wanted before stepping out, “What do you think?”

“I think you look great,” Wanda smiled again, this time biting her lip. “Come, sit,” she said, waving you over.

She pulled you to straddle the bench on the vanity next to her and mirrored the way you were sitting.

“What are you doing?” you chuckled, watching her grab the bag that had your makeup in it from the counter and rifle through it.

“Covering up your hickeys, genius. I’m sure you like them a lot, but you can look at them again later tonight,” she teased and pulled out your concealer and her color corrector that was already sitting on the counter.

Wanda moved closer to you before tilting your head to the side to start at the one under your jaw. You watched her cover them one by one through the mirror, a Taylor Swift song playing quietly from Wanda’s phone to keep you both entertained, though you were content just looking at her.

She finished up and leaned back with a smile, “Looks like they were never there.”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you chaffed and she rolled her eyes. “But thank you.”

At the end of the hour, you were walking through Vanessa’s driveway hand in hand. You could feel Wanda’s nervousness. She’d been more quiet in the past few minutes than she had been all day.

“You feel okay?” You asked as you reached the door, gently squeezing her hand.

She squeezed yours back and put on a little smile, “Just a little anxious is all.”

Before you could say anything else, the door swung open and Vanessa stood behind it. A blonde woman who you recognized as Sofia was walking up to greet you and Wanda.

You let Wanda introduce you as her girlfriend and Vanessa introduced Sofia as her wife.

Their house seemed very expensive. As they led you through it, you kept getting distracted from what Vanessa was rambling about by the sleek furniture, the large paintings that hung from the crisp-looking white walls, and the little white dog who’d been groomed to make her head shaped like a cotton ball.

The dog, Chloe, followed the four of you out to the patio.

They had a fully stocked bar around a dozen feet away from two couches across from each other with a low table in between them, where you sat next to Wanda and Vanessa sat next to Sofia.

Wanda put her arm around your waist and you took the opportunity to lean into her and put your hand on her lap.

Your attention was drawn to your hand when she covered it with her own and laced your fingers together, and your brain short-circuited for a second. Sure, you’d held hands before, but the way she was rubbing your thumb with hers was distracting and you ended up staring at her long fingers for probably far too long because when you looked back up, Vanessa was handing you a drink and there was a plate of nachos sitting in the middle of the table.

Vanessa and Sofia both downed a shot of tequila each, while you took a small sip of champagne, knowing you had to pace yourself. You’d assumed that Wanda told them neither of you wanted tequila because a glass of champagne was sitting on the table in front of her, too.

“V tells me you guys just moved here, where’d you come from?” Sofia asked, and the look on her face gave you an uneasy feeling.

Wanda answered quickly, and you knew now was the time to let her speak so you didn’t step on each other’s toes and screw up the mission, “We came from New York.”

“Ah, once a city girl, always a city girl,” she smiled, and your eyes flicked over to Vanessa who was eyeing Wanda as she took a sip from her margarita. “You come for the warmer weather?”

Wanda squeezed your hand a little at the question and tried to give an acceptable answer that didn’t sound too suspicious, “Eh, I mean, I don’t -”

“She doesn’t mind the cold. I don’t think either of us does, to be honest,” you shook your head and put on a little smile before squeezing her hand back. “I think we both just needed a fresh start to be on our own, away from our families and all that. And we figured Miami was a good place for us since it’s a big city, so our business should do well here.”

“What do you guys do?” Vanessa chirped, tilting her head curiously.

“We have a wedding planning company.”

“And you’re not married?” she asked, now chuckling.

“Uh, no,” you shook your head again, this time blushing a little. You glanced over to Wanda, who was blushing too, and when your eyes met her laugh started to bubble up.

“You guys have to get on that soon if you’re making it happen for everyone else,” Vanessa hummed, now taking another sip of her drink.

“I’m sure it’ll happen eventually,” Wanda smiled softly, and you looked down at your hands again, this time to take her hand into your lap and play with the rings on her fingers. “We just have to wait for when we’re ready, especially with moving and everything, I don’t think it’s the right time for an engagement.”

The conversation transitioned to restaurants in Miami fairly easily, thanks to Sofia, who you noticed seemed like she was used to taking charge of things, and that, plus the fact that you and Wanda had seen Vanessa home a lot, gave you the impression that Sofia was more involved in the cartel than her wife was.

They recommended a few different restaurants before bringing up the fact that they owned a club, which was something you and Wanda knew, of course. Wanda asked a few questions about it as naturally as she could. It didn’t take long for them to invite you to swing by and sit in the VIP section later in the week, and to be honest, you couldn’t tell if they were being so nice because they thought you were sweet or because they wanted a foursome.

Half an hour later, Vanessa was a little past tipsy, you and Wanda had both gotten through your champagnes, and Sofia somehow didn’t seem to be affected by her margarita at all.

“I have to ask,” Vanessa smirked after taking a sip of her drink. “Who’s the top?”

Wanda choked on the new champagne that had been given to her and your eyes went wide, but you rubbed her back while she coughed a few times before clearing her throat.

“Baby, don’t embarrass them,” Sofia scolded, but Vanessa waved her off and rested her chin on her hands, looking between the two of you.

Wanda still seemed shocked, and she blinked a few times before speaking, “Sorry, you mean like-”

“Well, duh, what else could I mean?”

Your mouth opened and closed as you looked over at Wanda, but she spoke before you managed to get anything out, “I mean, I guess I am.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Please, Wands, there’s no way-”

“What do you mean, there’s no way? You’re the one who gets flustered all the time,” she frowned, now looking straight at you.

“Barely- and how would that mean I can’t top-”

“You’re switches then?” Vanessa interrupted and Sofia nudged her in the side. You and Wanda both stared at each other for a couple of seconds before chuckling.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Wanda said with a little smile.

Suddenly, Vanessa squealed again, and you could see that she’d come up with another thing to ask you and Wanda, which worried you after hearing what she’d just asked, “How did the two of you get together? I forgot to ask.”

“Oh, we met through a mutual friend, at a thing for her work- it was a party, I guess. I’d always thought Y/n was beautiful, though. Whenever our friend would show me photos of the two of them together I’d fawn over her- it was a whole thing, I got teased for it relentlessly,” Wanda giggled, and you were stuck with a blush on your cheeks. She was telling the story so naturally it was making you hope for things you knew you couldn’t have with her.

Wanda’s phone started buzzing, which caught your attention, and you huffed when you saw Steve’s name on the screen, “Uh, I’ll be right back- I’ve gotta take this, it’s for work.”

You squeezed Wanda’s hand instinctively, not wanting her to leave, but she got up, squeezing your hand back and giving you a sympathetic smile before walking away, her heels clicking on the floor.

“I didn’t realize wedding planners were on call after work hours,” Sofia took a sip from her drink, but the way she made her comment was making you feel a little uneasy.

“Yeah, we aren’t normally but we’ve been having issues with our flower vendor lately.”

Sofia hummed in acknowledgment and turned to Vanessa to talk to her. You rubbed the back of your neck, looking in Wanda’s direction, to watch her speak with Steve on the phone. Your breath was caught in your throat as she ran her fingers through her long hair, which showed off her strong jaw and long neck for a few moments before her hair fell back over her shoulder.

The two of you made eye contact when she turned in your direction and sighed, looking frustrated. You shot her a small smile that she returned with a small smile before frowning at whatever was just said to her and going back to talking.

Wanda rolled her eyes and nodded a few times, saying something else that you still couldn’t hear before making her way back.

“What did the uh, flower vendor say?” You asked carefully when she got to the couch.

You promptly felt a warm feeling in your head, and you knew Wanda was reading your mind, trying to figure out what you’d told them. The feeling dissipated almost as fast as it crept up, and she cleared her throat before speaking, “We lost them, but it’s alright, we can always call Carol.”

You smiled at the use of your friend’s name and nodded.

The rest of the night went perfectly. You exchanged phone numbers with Vanessa and Sofia and they promised to confirm a day later in the week for you and Wanda to come by the club before you and Wanda walked home, hand in hand.

Once inside, the two of you wound down and didn’t talk much. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, you both just wanted to get ready for bed. You settled down under the comforter, half propped up by some pillows after eating a snack and washing all of the makeup that had covered your face and neck off, and put on some random tv show, leaving the volume down because you were a little too tired to force yourself to pay attention.

After getting out of the bathroom, Wanda trudged over, now in sweats, and huffed before laying on top of you, with her head on your chest. Your hand went up to thread your fingers through her hair instinctively, and you switched between doing that and scratching her head.

“You know, I was wrong. You’re a pretty decent fake girlfriend,” she admitted, which made you chuckle.

“You aren’t too bad yourself, but I know I’m a little better at this than you,” you teased.

“As if,” Wanda scoffed and nuzzled further into you, her arms tightening around your torso.

“You’re going to have to ste- step up your game more, Wands,” you said, yawning in the middle of your sentence.

Wanda giggled and nodded, “Sure, baby.”

Your face burned at the nickname, but you just hummed in acknowledgment.

“Did you make the air colder while I was in the bathroom or something?” she mumbled quietly.

“Yeah, sorry, I know it’s chilly.”

Wanda shook her head against you, “It’s okay, you feel cold, so I figured. I can get us another blanket though,” she offered.

“It’s fine, I don’t want to make you get up.”

“Y/n/n, I have magic,” she snickered, shooting down your protest. With that, she twirled her fingers around and they glowed red for a second before a blanket in the wire basket across the room moved up, spread out, and covered both you and Wanda. It was tucked around you snugly, and you pulled her closer, enjoying her warmth.

Neither of you said much else, and you fell asleep like that.

——

By the end of the next week, you and Wanda had made considerable progress in the mission. All you had left to do was keep your cover for the night at the club while Natasha snuck into the backroom to get Sofia, Vanessa, and the rest of the people they worked with into the Avenger’s custody.

The two of you were on comms so Natasha could check in every so often to talk to you about what she was doing while you sat in your usual place in the VIP section near Vanessa’s friends who you’d become acquainted with. Apparently, there were a lot of lesbians in Miami and most of them seemed to have hooked up with each other before.

You were now turned away from Wanda while she sat behind you with her left arm draped over one shoulder and her chin resting on your other shoulder. You were half listening to a story this girl Ana was telling you about her family’s boat.

You could tell she was bored, which was fair because you were both used to doing much more interesting things than gossiping with people who do nothing all day, and she wasn’t hiding it very well. In an effort to keep herself entertained, she was fucking with you in every way possible. Her right hand rested on your thigh, and every so often she would press kisses to your shoulder or the back of your neck before nipping at the skin there.

Just now, she’d tried to suck a hickey at your shoulder, but you nudged her off of you, making her scoff. She then groaned quietly and rested her head on you in defeat while you suppressed a chuckle.

It wasn’t long before Vanessa’s friends left for the bathroom in a group, and they insisted that you both should stay at the table because Wanda had said her feet were hurting from dancing earlier. You immediately turned towards her once they were gone and glared playfully, “What are you trying to accomplish, Wands?”

“Nothing, darling, can’t I just have a nice time with my girlfriend?” she asked, a smirk playing at her lips as she twirled the ends of your hair with her fingers.

“Of course you can, my love, but I’m sure there are other ways to have a nice time that don’t involve making out with my neck,” you teased.

Wanda rolled her eyes, “If you want to complain about me making out with you, I’ll give you a reason to complain.” she said pointedly, pulling you towards her so she could kiss you.

Your lips moved together naturally now, as you’d both gotten used to kissing each other, but it wasn’t very long before you were interrupted by Natasha groaning over comms, “I can hear you and hate you. If I see you two sticking your tongues down each other’s throats on the quinjet because you can’t wait until you get to the compound I will strap parachutes to your backs and throw you out. You horny fuckers can’t go two seconds-”

You pulled away from Wanda to curse under your breath, “You must be getting old because all you like to do anymore is complain.”

“I hope you remember calling me old next time we train together Y/l/n,” Natasha retorted, which made you chuckle in ignorant bliss, ignoring the fact that you knew she would hand your ass to you.

You brushed off her comment and moved further down to kiss Wanda’s jaw, “Besides, we’re just doing this for the mission.” you said, reminding yourself more than anyone.

You felt Wanda’s breath hitch and you eased away from her, kissing back up to her lips and pecking her nose twice before sitting back and taking a sip of your drink.

Nat gave a ‘yeah, right’ over comms which made you roll your eyes.

Wanda did her best to suppress a smile but broke out into giggles, which made your heart flutter in the cheesiest way possible.

A minute or two later, your eyes scanned over the club and your brows furrowed, “They should be back already, right?”

“Well, one of Vanessa’s friends wouldn’t happen to be blonde in a tacky-ass hot pink dress would she?” Natasha asked in a hushed voice.

“Fuck,” you groaned. “Nat, do you need help?”

After hearing a loud crash over comms before the devices started to emit a high pitch ringing, you and Wanda both ripped them out before getting to the backroom as quickly as possible.

When you arrived, you watched Natasha push herself off a (now broken) metal shelf that was on the ground. You and Wanda had to work efficiently since Natasha was occupied with Sofia, who wasn’t too bad at fighting, but Natasha was way better.

What caught you off guard was the fact that their friends had powers, but you probably should have seen it coming. It wasn’t very hard to contain the girls with you, Wanda, and Natasha there, and a short fifteen minutes later, they were being loaded into a SHIELD van that would take them to a base for questioning.

After talking to Steve on the phone, the three of you made your way to the beach house, where you were staying for the night before leaving in the morning. Natasha borrowed clothes from you and got comfortable on the couch while you and Wanda retreated to your room.

You’d taken a bit longer than Wanda to get ready for bed. You were really tired, and you were moving slowly, now brushing your teeth. You heard the bed creak, and you assumed it was Wanda moving around in it, but you soon saw her come over and wrap her arms around your waist from behind before dropping her chin down to your shoulder, reminding you of how she’d been doing the same thing earlier in the evening.

“Hi,” she hummed, closing her eyes.

You mumbled a ‘hi’ in return the best you could with your toothbrush in your mouth which made her giggle, and you smiled at feeling her laugh behind you and her warm breath on your skin.

“Tonight’s our last night,” her arms around you tightened a bit as she said that, and you nodded before you spit your toothpaste in the sink and rinsed your mouth.

Both of you had settled too far into this fake relationship and you knew it was going to either cause weird tension or make you feel like shit when you got back to the compound, and you didn’t want either of those things to happen.

You expected Wanda to let you go, but her arms stayed where they were at your hips. Your eyes flicked up to hers in the mirror and your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you maintained eye contact.

Your pulse drummed in your ears when her hands gripped your hips and turned you around to face her.

All the questions you’d been wanting to ask her were now swirling around in your mind and you were sure, once again, she could hear your thoughts, or at least the chaos going on up in your head. She was standing so close to you. She hadn’t moved back and neither had you - but this time it was different. You couldn’t say you were just doing it to get more comfortable around her. You no longer had the excuse of pretending to be dating. All your bullshit reasons to be close to her were useless now.

“Y/n/n,” she said quietly before licking her lips, which momentarily drew your attention to them until you willed yourself to meet her eyes again. “You make a great fake girlfriend.”

You forced the right side of your mouth up in a lazy attempt at faking a smile and Wanda rolled her eyes, seeing right through it, “I bet you’d make an even better real one though… Go on a date with me?”

Your eyebrows shot up and you stayed at a loss for words for a few seconds before starting to chuckle, “That was.. really smooth.”

Wanda smacked your arm lightly which was becoming a very common occurrence and whined your name, “I’m sorry, sorry.” you laughed, holding up your hands in defense, “Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you- like so much Wands.”

A grin broke out on her face and your heart swelled, feeling a bit prideful because she liked you and you were the reason she was smiling like that.

“I don’t really know how you want to go about this,” she started. “Since we’ve already made out and all, but technically we haven’t even had a first date or anything, so if you don’t want to we don’t have to k- mph”

You cut Wanda off with a hungry kiss and her lips moved against yours almost immediately.

When she moaned into your mouth after your hand went down to her ass, you pulled away, not missing the blush on her face.

“Does that answer your question?”

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff oneshot #wanda pls marry me #wanda maximoff x female reader #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #natasha romanoff #sapphic #wlw #wlw imagines #lesbians <3

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henrysfedora · 2 years ago

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@barbaro-supremacy this took me so long to write when i saved your ask to my drafts tumblr ate it. like, its gone, anyway

#13 "There's no shame in crying, I promise" - for henry/vito

from here

I'm sorry this took me so long but i hope it's decent, i hope you like it! i've tried this prompt so many times but i'm finally happy with this one so i hope you are too :) and if not well then.. shit lmao

this got long whoops - also forgive me if their dialogue sounds off. and we're post henry chop :) but he lived bitch.

Winter, of course when he had finally felt good enough to stand, to hold himself up right it was winter. Cold, barren streets and grey skies that blocked out the sun. He was sick of Empire Bay’s lack of colour, especially in this part of town, he was sick of the tapping of his cane, an object he realised was to stay by his side for the rest of his life and he wished that weren’t so. For the thing, the person, he wished to stay by his side forever, was the person he was about to apologise to.

Oyster Bay, Marty’s old apartment, a place he wouldn’t have to visit if things went right.

Henry knew, no matter how it would go he would see Joe after this, but right now he needed to see Vito. Henry knew he had failed the both of them, he knew that he could recognise the feeling by now, but he needed to talk to them each alone, to have their undivided attention once more, either for the final time or for one of the first of many more to come.

He didn’t know how long he stood there for, at the start of the stairs, only a couple metres from Marty’s door, which was now Vito’s of course. Of course it was Vito’s, who got him stuck in the can with Brian? who ignored Marty? He looked up at the second set of stairs, soaked with rainwater and dripping onto the concrete below, his uncovered eye squinting when a drop of rain hit his cheek; his clothes were soaked and the smell of wet cotton filled his nose. He could’ve gotten a cab, but that would’ve meant a shorter trip and less time to think. Though now, he realises, he’ll have to walk through that door looking like a wet, lost dog. Pathetic, he thought.

He grimaced when the tap of his cane was louder than he wished it was, he made his way up the stairs slowly, one at a time, when finally he stood in front of the door. And suddenly he felt as though he were back bleeding on the concrete again, it was hard to breathe and no matter how hard he tried to fight his throat kept constricting. His cane wobbled slightly, reaching for the door he tapped it - too soft the first time - so he did it harder: knock, knock, knock.

Did he regret it already? He couldn’t.

He wiped his temple where he felt a raindrop trailing down it, quickly, positioning his arm by his side, calmly, balanced.

A chain from the other side of the door tapped against the wooden frame, Henry knew he just had to breathe, no matter how hard that was when the door opened, and a man looked at him with eyes filled with sorrow and wear. There was no sunlight to lift that familiar dark shade of blue, none to make them shimmer, but there wouldn’t need to be sunlight if Joe were here instead.

“Hey Vito..” A dull grey knife of agate on dark impenetrable walls of sapphire.

“..Hey Henry.” Dark sapphires on the black cotton of a three piece suit that looked too alike to another, “What do you want?.. Jesus you’re soaked.” His voice was coarse.

A ghost of a smile, “Yeah. I just want to, talk.”

Silence. Was there ever a fear of silence, he wondered. There must’ve been.

Vito nodded towards the living room down the hallway to which Henry slowly made his way in, his cane such a loud thing against the wooden flooring. It echoed off the walls and back into his ears as though thunder had occurred, it threatened to rupture his ear drums. Henry was surprised a little, the radio wasn’t on nor the TV, Vito must’ve been sleeping, that was whatever he did when, well whenever, whenever he could.

When he turned around to look at Vito, he stood there still, turned away from him pressing the door closed. Henry’s thoughts were confirmed when he finally noticed Vito’s attire when he turned around, even when he throws things on to be presentable at the door, his heart aches. Simple slacks, a dress shirt that fitted him perfectly, its top buttons undone and collar wide, where smooth, unscathed skin used to be.

“Well, what did you want to talk about, Henry?”

Henry looked up from the now scarred and uneven skin, and his heart sank. Sapphires were finally on grey agate. He couldn’t meet both of Vito’s eyes like he used to be able to in the past, but that did not prevent him from admiring their beauty even if he could only view them with one eye.

Well he thought Vito would know, “I wanted to talk about the deal.. About..” About what. About everything, about nothing, all of it, none of it. “About.. How you were right, it was a horrible idea.”

Those sapphires looked away, “Well it was, Henry.”

“I understand that now Vito, I do..”

Silence, once more, so familiar yet still so uncomfortable.

“I get it, Vito.” Henry, shook his head in disbelief at himself, “I get it now.” he did, he’d been thinking about it the whole walk here, he’d thought about it the entire time he was bed bound covered in bloody bandages and stitched up like a fucking child's toy.

“Well you should’ve understood it before,” Vito shrugged, “before all of this, why didn’t you listen?”

“I did listen..” Henry swallowed, he did.. but he ignored it, didn’t you, “I thought it would be fine in the end Vito. We deserved somethin’ good.”

Vito’s brows furrowed as he looked at Henry again, “Somethin’ good? What do you mean somethin’ good?” something fierce was etched into his eyes.

“Money, Vito. You’re in this shithole, you deserve better than this, like you’ve always said, like you’ve always wanted, a place to call your own.”

“Money? and so what? You’d just been accepted into our family, Henry, was that not enough for you?”

..it was enough, “But you two deserved more..”

“Henry that night was the best night me and Joe had had for weeks, we had everythin’ we wanted, we already had somethin’ good, we had you..” Vito stared, “And then you ruined it.” and Vito stared, “You pushed your luck.”

His cane wobbled again, “I didn’t want to ruin it, Vito. I just wanted to do somethin’ good for you.. For you and Joe.”

Vito shook his head, “I thought you said this was all about business Henry and nothin’ to do with friendship.” Vito scowled, “Because you know that’s really what it feels like, that's what it felt like then.”

“It isn’t just about business Vito, I know..” Henry repositioned his cane to regain his balance, “I.. care about you. And if I pulled this off you would’ve been able to get a new house or at least an apartment somewhere that was better than this..”

“Well if you really cared about that Henry you would’ve listened!”

“I did listen, Vito! I did! But-”

“No.” Vito stepped closer until he was looking down into Henry’s eye, “No more fuckin’ but’s, if you really cared Henry you would’ve listened and you would’ve thought, you would’ve really thought about what you were draggin’ us into.”

“I did.. I had been thinkin’ about it for weeks. Because this was supposed to be it Vito, somethin’ good, somethin’ great-”

More creases were forming in Vito’s face, “All that time.”

“I was doing somethin’ for you and Joe, Vito. Somethin’ that would repay you for what I’ve done.”

Vito shook his head again, "You had all that time to think it through.."

"Yes and I thought about it in the back of my mind constantly Vito, I thought about it every night and every day because it had to be fuckin' good enough-"

“Stop it!”

“No! I tried to repay you and Joe! And I still need to because I fuckin' failed! I have to.” Henry reasoned.

Vito balled his hands into fists, “You didn’t need to do anythin’! You don’t need to do anythin’!”

“Well I clearly do! You said in it the car back during the deal, I've put you through so much shit, Vito, don't you think it’s about goddamn time I do somethin’ to make up for it? So let me!”

Vito grabbed him by the arms, “You are enough Henry! Why don’t you get it?!” he shook him a little whether he meant to or not.

If it weren’t for the pain in Vito’s voice he wouldn’t have been able to tell he was crying through the blurriness of his own eyes.

“It’s my fault you’re here, Vito. I just wanted to do somethin’ right for once.” god was it not already humiliating enough to have to apologise for his foolish behaviour, to cry in front of him too. He sniffed and straightened his posture, “How am I enough? When everything’s my fault?”

“Because I love you you stupid fuck.”

Henry wasn’t sure if he could still breathe.

“And I’ve loved you from the beginnin’. And I forgive you, for everythin’. I do.”

..no, he couldn’t. Henry covered his eye, wiping it with the back of his hand. How could he forgive him? After everything he’s done?

When he could just see clearly again he looked up at Vito who looked the same as him, tears falling down his face and meeting at his chin. He couldn’t recall if he’d ever seen Vito like this before, not just upset but completely heartbroken.

Vito held out his arms.

Henry let go of his cane, and then clung to him, "I fucked up I know, I know.” He held Vito around his shoulders as though there would never be anything to hold onto ever again. “I’m sorry,” as if he would never hold Vito again, “I’m a fuckin’ disgrace, a dishonourable son, that's what they would say.” he pulled back to wipe his tears.

Vito shook his head as he put his arms around Henry and pulled him close again, “There’s no shame in crying Henry, I promise..” his lips pressing into Henry's hair. "We aren't those guys."

Henry pulled away hesitantly and placed his forehead against Vito’s, “You were right.” he sniffed again, "And I'm not goin' to be this stupid ever again."

Vito smiled, “Good.”

Henry couldn’t hold back a little laugh, it came with a smile.

Vito's smile dwindled, "You can talk to us Hen, about anythin', anytime."

Henry nodded, more tears falling down his face, ones that Vito wiped away.

“Come on," he pat Henry on the arm gently, "let’s go see Joe, he'll understand too.”

Vito's smile returned to its former glory and once more there was sapphire blue on grey agate, but this time those sapphires glimmered.

#im so sorry if this is too corny #am i going to regret posting this when i wake up #also i think it was @swiftcola who talked about henry having a cane originally #i do not remember but whoever said it henry with a cane is one of my favourite kinds of henny. i hope im allowed to use him #i added henry's name to the prompt i hope that isn't cheating lmao

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 309: Gotta Go My Own Way

Previously on BnHA: Muscular was all “well if it isn’t the protagonist on his solo journey of self-discovery, for some reason I’m unironically glad I get to fight you!” Deku was all “hey Muscular before I finish kicking your ass would you please take a moment to answer these two survey questions? Question one, do you regret being a total piece of shit? And question two, if you could do anything at all in the world other than being a total piece of shit, would you?” Muscular was all, “pfft, no and no.” Deku was all, “thanks buddy, your feedback helps make me a better hero, here’s a coupon for fifteen percent off your next ass-whooping.” Then he whooped his ass.

Today on BnHA: Deku is all “what up All Might can you believe you’ve been here this entire time?” All Might is all “I sure can since that’s literally my catch phrase, anyway how are your magic movie 1 gauntlets holding up?” Deku is all “they’re holding up fine, how are Hawks, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist doing?” Hawks, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist are all “we, your fellow co-conspirators, are also doing fine, thanks for asking!” Flashback!Deku is all “anyway so I secretly have All Might’s quirk and the most dangerous people in the world are after me, so sorry mom but that’s why I’m dropping out of school.” Inko is all “I CAN’T ACCEPT THAT” while totally accepting it. All Might is all “I GUESS WE’LL JUST HAVE TO GO ALONG WITH IT SINCE I DON’T FEEL LIKE TRYING TO STOP HIM.” Hawks, Jeanist, and Endeavor, as previously mentioned, are all “yeah that sounds like a good plan”, and Gran is all “see ya kid, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” So basically everyone in the entire world has suddenly teamed up with Deku to defeat AFO, except for the one person whose entire foreshadowed endgame is “teaming up with Deku to defeat AFO.” O Kacchan where art thou.

dear tumblr image limit: okay look. you don’t like me, and I don’t like you. but just as an experiment, I’m gonna try writing this recap with as few images as possible and we’ll see how it goes

(ETA: spoilers for how it went: it didn’t, lol.)

oh my god WHY ARE WE OPENING WITH MORE KETSUBUTSU ACADEMY KIDS.ffs we’d better at least finally get some Ms. Joke content out of this

(ETA: seriously who do I have to bribe.)

so these two KB kids who no one cares about are watching Deku leap away from the scene after dispatching Muscular. but more importantly wtf is this chapter title omg. “I can’t stay being a child” so that’s how it is huh. we’re gonna have feels and we’re going to like them. well then

oh my god he’s hauling Muscular away dhfksklfkh okay this is gonna have to be our first image because I can’t fucking help myself. look at this

just. Deku is so tiny and he’s carting away this massive unconscious lump of a man like it’s nothing why is this so funny to me. it’s like when people buy furniture, and they don’t want to pay extra for delivery and so they’re like, “I can definitely fit this king-sized mattress in the back of my compact sedan if I fold the fucking seat down, idk.” and they refuse to be talked out of it, and the next thing you know you’re watching them drive home with their open trunk door haphazardly tied down with bungee cords, and somehow it fucking works. because it turns out the compact sedan has super strength

anyway for SOME REASON now Horikoshi is all “have fun with that Deku, meanwhile we now return you to your regularly scheduled SHINDOU CONTENT” whyyyyyy

look at this. we’re really using up a whole fucking entire page on everyone arguing over who gets the honor of carrying Shindou

love how the civilians are all, “shit lol is this actually our fault?? quick, how do we play this off all casual like we were the reasonable parties here all along”

turns out all it took to finally get them to listen was making them watch while a kid got his insides ground into a pulp because of their stupidity!! what a heartwarming conclusion to this little standoff

anyways THANK GOD we’re cutting back to Deku now!! well actually we’re cutting back to Muscular who is being dropped off at the police precinct, good bye and good riddance lol

so Deku’s leaving him there and bounding away and okjdlSKFJLKJDSL OH MY GOD

no fucking way. no fucking way this little jaunt is All Might-sanctioned and approved. are you serious?? then who else is in on this?? what the hell is going on

so All Might is just WAITING FOR HIM IN AN ALLEY FFF WHO ARE YOU, JIM GORDON. or would Alfred be a better analogy here?? but like, Alfred if he ditched the suit for a moto jacket and shades

this new ensemble of All Might’s may or may not severely impact my ability to take this forthcoming conversation seriously; please stand by

also, quite the spectacular landing there, Deku. seriously lol what was that

“HOW ARE YOUR LIMBS” “THANKS TO YOU THEY’RE COMPLETELY FINE” I’M SORRY WHAT

LOL WHAT. “THANKS TO THE POWER OF THESE MAGIC GLOVES” OH I SEE THAT EXPLAINS IT

are these the same gauntlets from the first movie, then? well that’s all well and good, except that now there’s going to be more Deku Discourse than fucking ever lol. so if it’s all the same to you guys, I’m gonna once again go ahead and declare this week’s post a discourse-free zone, at least when it comes to the specific discourse of Deku’s merits as a MC, and the impact that him kicking ass and having working arms has on said merits. this has been something of a low mental energy week for me, so I’d rather reserve the energy I do have for more fun topics, such as All Might’s bitchin’ leather jacket

anyway so All Might’s saying that the gauntlets will help reinforce Deku’s arms, but they can’t withstand OFA at 100%. so basically it’s a support item designed to maintain the status quo lol. we’re basically in the same situation we were before, arm-capability-wise

homg All Might’s getting a call. time to see who else is in on Operation: Deku Alone?? or not so alone for that matter

omg

HI HAWKS, WHERE ARE YOUR WINGS

(ETA: seriously are they really gone for good?? why would he even be back on active duty then?? does he have his own American ex-boyfriend who can hook him up with exclusive support items?? dammit Horikoshi we want answers.)

looks like Jeanist and Endeavor are teaming up as well, just like they said they would. I would gladly follow this trio around all day long tbh

is this the same giant villain from the very first chapter??

looks like it to me, and it would tie in with that callback from the end of chapter 306. we all thought that was Muscular, but maybe it was this guy, and Deku left these three to deal with him while he ran off to take Muscular down

oh my god now Deku is running off again just like that

kids these days

ffffff I have not had nearly enough sleep to follow along with whatever tf Hawks is talking about here sob

like, is he trying to say that All Might is keeping Deku’s whereabouts unknown to anyone except for him?? in order to keep him safe?? but Hawks is pointing out that that’s a bad strategy and probably won’t do shit against AFO and it’s better if he lets Deku work with the rest of them?

(ETA: so @hanashimas’ translation makes a lot more sense -- it’s not All Might who’s being overprotective, but Deku. in other words he’s trying not to drag All Might into his battles. and in addition Hawks is saying that their strategy is to take the offensive and go after AFO themselves rather than wait for him to come to them. which I’m not too sure about myself, but that’s another topic for another day.)

btw I can’t help thinking how much better this entire conversation would be if All Might was still wearing his sunglasses. put them back on my dude. it’s not too late. embrace your inner badass

DKLJSLDKFJL FLASHBACK ALERT, FUCKING FINALLY

“turns out, we were just trying to scare you straight. fuck lot of good that did though lol”

also what is this. one true love: the hospital bed. is that a scanlator joke or is Horikoshi actually that funny omg

SKLJDFLJLK

ITSA ME!! omg I love this hospital so much. though it’s sure not helping me in my quest to try and keep this post below ten images. I’m already up to eleven haha r.i.p. to me if tumblr doesn’t get its shit together

whaaaaaat, so he’s saying that Deku’s injuries were external (i.e. Tomura beating the shit out of him) rather than internal this time?? whaaaaat. excuse me but that’s some bullshit lmao. believe me, I was there

okay now he’s going on to explain that Deku’s “internal structure” seems to have been protected from the inside and out, and the corresponding panel seems to be implying that using Blackwhip as a brace paid off. huh

and also that his body is just stronger now?? so I guess he’s better able to withstand the quirk after an additional year of training?? I’M NOT SURE IF I BUY ANY OF THIS LOL but I’m willing to suspend my disbelief

OH MY GOD RED ALERT, INKO IS ASKING ALL MIGHT TO EXPLAIN WTAF DEKU’S QUIRK IS, IS IT FINALLY THAT TIME OMGGGG

SO HE’S EXPLAINING IT TO HER OFF-SCREEN, AND INKO IS JUST LIKE

I GUESS THAT’S FAIR LOL. IT’S TRUE INKO I’M SO SORRY, YOUR SON IS A PROGATONIST R.I.P.

AHHKKJH DEKU ANGST IS IT FINALLY THAT TIME OMGGGGGG

what is this soft pop beat that’s suddenly being pumped in over the speakers. I’VE GOT TO MOVE ON~ AND BE WHO~ I~ AM~~~, I JUST DON’T BELONG HERE, I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAAAAAAAND. also, follow-up question, when is Kacchan finally going to come back so he can jump in with the “WHAT ABOUT US~~~” bridge, huh. come the fuck on, Horikoshi

lmao All Might jesus christ

but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision...

anyway, yes!! finally that sweet, sweet “I don’t want to put anyone else in danger” angst!!

mmm that’s good angst Brent. Kacchan with center panel honors as usual, you love to see it. anyways though who do I have to yell at to get Deku a goddamn HUG around here seriously

so Inko is of course reacting with panic, and sensibly saying that she doesn’t approve of Deku’s “RUN AWAY AND FIGHT THE BAD GUYS ALL ON MY OWN, DON’T WORRY MOM I’LL JUST GET STRONGER, EASY AS PIE, IT’S A FOOLPROOF STRATEGY” plan

son of a bitch this manipulative green asshole is really gonna sit here and smile fondly at his mom and try to convince her that he’s Not A Little Kid Anymore. the hell you’re not mister

y'all are really just gonna sit there and let him talk you into this?? surely it can’t be that easy??

OH MY GOD

THE FEELS oh my god oh my god. BUT ALSO YOU’RE SERIOUSLY JUST GOING TO COLLAPSE INTO HIS ARMS SOBBING AND LET HIM DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS LKJLJLFK. WHERE ARE ALL THE STRICT PARENTS AT?? AIZAWA, GANG ORCA, MITSUKI, SOMEONE PLEASE COME AND TELL DEKU TO SIT HIS ASS THE FUCK DOWN. NOW LISTEN HERE YOUNG MAN!!

“EVEN IF I TRY TO STOP YOU YOU’LL STILL LEAVE” WELL SURE, IF BY “TRY TO STOP HIM” YOU MEAN POLITELY TRY TO TALK HIM OUT OF IT FOR THREE SECONDS. HE’S SIXTEEN WTF WHEN DID HE BECOME THE BOSS OF YOU ALL. SOMEONE NEEDS TO COME AND TELL HIM HE’S GROUNDED

anyway sob so that’s the story of how Deku talked his parents into letting him drop out of school, and even convinced All Might to be his own personal Guy In The Chair. holy shit. this kid really went and rolled a nat 20 and the rest of them had no choice but to fold without argument

meanwhile here’s a panel of Best Jeanist trying to braid his phone into his hair just cuz

I’m dying to know which part of his language he considers to be crude here. you literally didn’t even use a contraction my guy

so now flashback!Deku is talking to Gran in the dark, and Gran is all “can you believe I’m not fucking dead yet lol that’s too funny. anyway, you sure I can’t interest you in killing Tomura after all?? no?? okay then here’s my cape.” truly a heartwarming scene

I’m kind of torn here tbh. on the one hand, my adhd ass wasn’t all that interested in sitting down and having an extended scene between these two when there’s so much else that I want to get to. but on the other hand, even I can admit that cramming this entire reunion into a single page seems just a BIT rushed. idk. like maybe someone can let Horikoshi know it’s a marathon and not a race. Deku didn’t even get any dialogue here, some of us want to know his thoughts!! but anyway

AND JUST LIKE THAT?!

how did all four of them let him con them into this. I literally just watched it happen and I still can’t figure out how. “I GUESS THIS SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT IS OUR LEADER NOW” ffflfjf. when Aizawa finds out he’s gonna go apeshit. AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON BAKUGOU KATSUKI, WHO I HAVE BEEN ASSURED DOES IN FACT STILL EXIST. WHAT ABOUT USSSSS, WHAT ABOUT EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH. WHAT ABOUT TRUST???! YOU KNOW I NEVER WANTED TO HURT YOUUUUU

btw lol don’t get me wrong, I am enjoying this, and I’m honestly glad Deku’s not alone because that would suck for him! but that said, Hawks and Jeanist have lost any credibility they might have once had as far as being The Responsible Ones, and as for All Might and Endeavor, fucking hell lol. everyone just deposited all of their fucks in a bank somewhere for safekeeping and decided to never look back. godspeed you mad lads

#bnha 309 #midoriya izuku #all might #midoriya inko #gran torino #hawks #best jeanist #endeavor #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #petition for kacchan to form his own dynamic battle squad whose sole purpose is hunting down deku and talking some sense into him #if deku gets to drop out of school and make his own rules than so do we #what do you say icyhot are you in #actually can you just text your dad and ask him where deku is #maybe save us all some trouble

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scone-lover · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday to Holding Out For a Hero!!! ❤️

art by @subparselkie

I published the first chapter of my longest and most popular fic just about a year ago! And I bet you always wanted to see some shitty outlines. Right? Just giving the people what they want. My brain is chaos and now you all have to be subject to it. Strap in, boys. 😂 Everything’s below the cut!

Read Holding Out for a Hero on AO3

This fic was born because I saw a tumblr post about a hero and villain who are roommates and I just had to Snowbazzify it. I had so many random ideas in my brain, and I’d been engaging with fan content for the CO fandom for a few months now.

So I started off by opening a blank document and writing the Prologue, featuring Shep. I had a few basic facts in mind: Shepard’s a reporter, Simon’s a hero, Baz is a villain, Mage is an evil mayor. And that’s. Literally it. I made it up as I went along. I actually still do that with fics, even though I do try to outline in more detail now—I have to write a scene or two that’s been bouncing around in my head to get a feel for the story, then I can give it a direction.

The document is 337 pages on google docs, LOL.

Here’s the first ever set of notes I had. I wrote this on March 29, 2020, directly after typing out the Prologue!

Like I said, absolute chaos. The third Simon bullet point originally said something like “also I’m a superhero and only Penny knows,” then the following day I changed it to “but he’s so handsome? what do???”

I didn’t publish the prologue until writing 5-6 additional chapters, but I think the only major change was going from Baz being “The Vampire” to just “Vampire.”

Chapter 1 was originally called “not a bloody avenger” before I decided to do the rhyming thing. I actually decided that because I wrote “counter spray and earl grey” down for chapter 2, unintentionally rhyming it, and then @ashspren-writes was like, “you should make them all rhyme”... so I did. 😂 For 25 more chapters.

I have a section labeled “quickie backgrounds” in which I finally sat down halfway through writing Chapter 2 (the blade/vamp fight) and said to myself, okay, maybe they should have backstories or something. Or like, reasons for being the hero and villain. Right, yeah, those would be good to make this into a coherent story. In the first version of that, Simon was a sports coach on the side, not a baker, and Baz was an English teacher. LOL.

Once I had all that, I literally just wrote for four days. There’s a weird kind of magic to your first-ever fic for a fandom. All your ideas and thoughts and wishes for these characters comes to a head as you suddenly have an outlet for the first time. It’s why I think people’s first works are often their best or most creative or most profound. The first couple chapters took some time and a couple 1am epiphanies, but once I got into a rhythm it was quick going. I wrote a lot of it in a linear manner, but after writing the first Simon/Baz scene (watching the news together in the flat), I doubled back and added Simon going to Penny’s house after meeting the Mage so that I could work her in as a character earlier.

Fast forward to April 5, I had 5-ish chapters written? I thought this fic would have like... 10 total. And be less than 20k. Haha. Ha. I asked @ashspren-writes to beta read for me - I’d been bouncing ideas off her since the beginning - and then I started brainstorming titles.

The list actually started with that second one. It took a whole 24 hours to decide on the final title. 😂 I thought it might be too cheesy. But hey, it worked out -- now I can’t open AO3 without the damn song getting stuck in my head.

I worked a LOT with my friend @ashspren-writes on this fic - we were friends long before fandom, and she was the only person I knew at the time who had read CO and was involved in the fandom. I didn’t even have a tumblr at this point, I interacted mostly through Instagram and AO3!

On April 6, right before I posted, I realized that if I was going to actually put this on AO3 I should probably know where the story was going. So I made sure Chapters 1-6 were complete, then I wrote one bullet point per chapter up until 12 or so -- you can read those below.

Then I texted ashspren THIS mess:

Some silly notes:

Then I have a section that says “Why do they even have roommates?” because it was a few chapters in and I hadn’t justified richboy Baz and superhero Simon... living together. Cool cool cool

I also did this cool little writing experiment I want to share. Remember that line in Fangirl that’s like—“Once Cath wrote what she thought was a swordfight, and Wren turned it into a love scene.” (Or maybe it was the other way around? LOL.) Anyway, there’s swordfights in this, AND love scenes, so I wanted to do a play on that for two alternate ways Simon might figure it out.

I have a huge Deleted Section in which I wrote an alternate version of Simon and Baz finding out about their secret identities. I have one version where Baz figures it out first—it’s a very tropey yet angsty scene where Simon comes home totally wrecked from a fight, and Baz realizes as he’s helping with the wounds that he caused them. I actually like it a lot, but it ended up not quite fitting with the vibe of the fic (and I rather like them finding out through kissing better). :) I also had an idea where Simon figures it out because Vampire smells like cedar and bergamot, but it really just wasn’t interesting enough. 😂

Now onto... Outlines.

I say that hesitantly because I think these are literally a disgrace to outlines everywhere. These are the baby ones I wrote on April 6 right before posting. Some are more detailed than others, clearly...

Gotta live up to my username somehow.

We do love to see it.

I love this next one: 😂 CHAOS, SCONEY.

THEN, I wrote this as a very long text to ashspren, when I realized no sconey, this is not going to be under 20k words. LOL.

And then I did A Dumb Thing and I put it on AO3, having absolutely NO CLUE WHERE THE STORY WAS GOING. 😂

This is my favorite heading on the document.

Another one of my favorite notes in there.

This next part wasn’t even divided into chapters yet, it’s just a word vomit. I’m so sorry you have to read this mess.

Hahaha, once upon a time there was angst in this story. 😂

And then I realized my true calling: bakery fluff.

Then and only then, I actually decided to divide into those things called Chapters. This is the point where I made the admission to mr scone (boyfriend, not husband lol, we just call him that) that I write gay fanfiction, whoops, and can he please help me because he’s a HUGE DC comics fan and knows everything. And of course, he was super chill about it, and he did. He really did. He’s the genius behind Egghead!!! And also the entire Mage-Humdrum-Supercomputer/Politics plot. I’m serious. I did none of that.

I can’t even say I’m trying anymore. “Flort”??? I AM LITERALLY NOT TRYING.

Why yes sconey, so very specific. 😂

This is what qualifies as a “good” outline for me, that heading was just for my betas. Isn’t it fabulous to see that some of this actually made it in and I’m capable of planning in advance? 😂

Get ready for the shock of your life, though -- I actually have a SUUUUPER detailed outline for the two finale chapters. Because, well, it’s the finale. Wrapping up loose ends does actually require planning, WHO KNEW. Also I’d been writing and posting for a couple months at this point and it had been several more weeks in quarantine so maybe I’d regained some sense of reality? It’s like two pages but still shittily written, so I’ll just share a couple tidibits.

That bullet point is extraordinarily cracky BUT actually, Baz shooting up from the cloud like an awesome fucking hot dramatic person was one of the very first scenes I envisioned for this fic :D

I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into my writing brain! It’s a terrifying place. I love all of you that say Holding Out For a Hero is a well-crafted masterpiece, but respectfully, no ❤️

(Though I swear I AM super, super happy with how it turned out - it’s still my favorite thing I’ve ever written. Read it here!!!)

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disneydreamlights · 4 years ago

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Edge of Dawn

AO3 | FFN

Summary: Palpatine tells him the plan, Padmé tells him important news.

Anakin feels like he’s drowning in every commitment he has to keep.

[@anidalaweek for Day 5: Alternate Fandom. AU Inspired by Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

A/N: I don't wanna take up a ton of space in this for thank you's and acknowledgements but just would like to give thanks to Meltic, Ash, and Jenelle for being part of the creative process for this one shot. Meltic for basically coming up with the whole AU idea in the first place and Ash and Jenelle for listening to me talk about this and helping edit despite neither of you knowing a thing about SW.

This was posted on AO3 yesterday but because of how I format these posts unfortunately I didn't have the time to get it up on ffn and (as a result) tumblr until today, so whoops, kinda late submission.

“Anakin my boy, I’m delighted that you could take the time out of your schedule to come.” Anakin’s skin crawled as he greeted Palpatine with a hug. It was expected, given that Palpatine had been the one to adopt Anakin after his mother had died, making him the heir to the Empire, but despite that fact, it didn’t make him any more comfortable.

Not after Palptine had revealed his plans for Anakin at the end of the year, of Anakin’s true purpose at the Officer Academy, of the machinations of the Sith that had been building for over a millenia that Anakin would never have a say in whether he should fulfill. “It was the least I could do. How are affairs back home?”

“Things are going smoothly.” Palpatine’s smile was calm as ever, hiding the hidden meaning meant only for Anakin. “You’ve been doing your part?”

Anakin nodded. Despite his desire to be doing anything but, he’d been doing his part. Since the start of his final year Darth Vader, the mysterious Lord of the Sith, had been doing his “best” to incapacitate the other House Leaders. He, of course, wouldn’t do any lasting damage to them, but at least the illusion of playing along was enough to keep Palpatine at bay until he could figure out a way to tell anybody what was happening.

Palpatine’s grin grew wider. “I’m proud of you. Before long, the Sith will rise once more, the Jedi and all their useless preaching that cost your mother her life will be gone.”

“Are we sure we can’t recruit the other students?” Anakin asked, his mind going to Obi-Wan and Padmé. “We could–”

“Anakin, do you truly believe that you could sway the leaders of the Kingdom or the Alliance? They’ve been loyal to the Jedi Order for far too long. It has only ever been the Empire who has been willing to stand against them and their power.” The truth was, he knew he couldn’t. Obi-Wan was well on his way to being a Jedi, even if he was also the future king, and Padmé…

He couldn’t let himself think of her, not now. Not when he couldn’t imagine himself corrupting her light just so he wouldn’t lose her when Palpatine’s plans came to fruition. “You’re right. I’m sorry for stepping out of line.”

“Nonsense, they have been your peers for years. It’s only natural you would feel some... lingering attachment towards them.” There was a certain disdain to Palpatine’s words, implying that Anakin would one day no longer care about his friends in a way that made his blood run cold. “When the time comes, I am sure you will rise above them, and lead our armies to victory.” After a pause, Palpatine started heading towards the door. “I shall leave you to your studies. I’m due for a meeting with Master Yoda. You know it’s best not to keep him waiting.”

Anakin nodded, ignoring the fear he felt towards the Sith, and the relief that he was leaving. “Of course, your excellency. Is there anything I need to know for the mission?”

“I believe Darth Vader should be making an appearance soon. Alongside Darth Tyrannus, I believe he has something to do with the disappearance of Knight Billaba.” Palpatine put a hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “I assume you’ll know what to do when the rescue attempt begins.”

“Of course.” Anakin did his best to keep his voice steady. “I’ll be ready.”

“I’m proud of you Anakin. You’ve done well.I know I can leave this operation in your capable hands.” With that Palpatine left, and Anakin let out a sigh of relief. If nothing else, he knew the mission; he could plan how to help the others survive it when the chance came.

While he took a moment to gather his wits and calm down, a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned, surprised to see Padmé standing there with a worried expression on her face. “Ani?”

Just having her near him was enough for Anakin’s fears and worries to melt away, and a small smile formed on his face. “Angel, you have no idea how glad I am to see you.”

“Are you alright?” While she didn’t know a lot of what was going on (or anything, really) Padmé did know that Palpatine had been putting undue pressure on him, more than he could handle. She was his confidant, the love of his life, his everything.

He ignored the fact that if Palpatine had his way he would be betraying her sooner than not, choosing instead to pull her into his arms and bury his face in her hair. “I will be, it was just another request of his. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“I can’t help it if I do, you’re under so much stress lately.” She didn’t pull away, instead opting to bury herself into his chest. “You should tell him to let you have a break, the way he’s working you isn’t right.”

It wasn’t that simple. If it had just been about grades he might’ve gotten away with it, but as it stood that wouldn’t be the case. “I’ll talk to him next time he visits. Or maybe just refuse to see him.” And then he would send Dooku or some other Sith at the academy to get Anakin to do his dirty work.

Still, Padmé wouldn’t know that, and it seemed to alleviate her worries about his sanity for the time being. “You should. It’s our final year at the academy, you don’t need to have more on your plate than you already do.”

Anakin laughed, letting her go. “You’re right. We have all those missions and exams, and we’re figuring out how we’ll keep seeing each other while we’re off ruling opposite ends of the galaxy.”

Padmé placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “We’ll figure it out. Perhaps you can convince the emperor a marriage between the Alliance and the Empire will be beneficial.”

If he thought Padmé would abandon her morals and join him with the Sith he would suggest it without question, but he knew she would never. “Palpatine would never approve. But so long as we can stay together, that’s all that matters to me.”

She was all that mattered to him, but he hesitated, sensing an almost disappointment from Padmé. “What is it? I know a life of romance in the shadows wasn’t what we’d hoped for when our relationship began, but it’s all we’ve ever had.”

“What if I wanted something more from our relationship?” Padmé asked. There was a nervous edge to her voice as she started tracing various patterns in his hand, refusing to look up. “What would you do then?”

“I would do everything in my power to make sure that one day, you could have it.” He smiled. “Your happiness, above all else, is what matters to me.”

“Then…” She took a deep breath, stabilizing her nerves. “Then we may need to start figuring that out.”

Anakin stared at her, confused. “Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

“I’m late. I was worried, so I stopped by the healer’s wing, just to check.” Padmé gave a nervous smile, tentative, but full of hope. “Something wonderful has happened. Ani, I’m pregnant.”

He froze, trying to comprehend what she had said. Padmé was...but...was that possible? They’d taken their relationship farther since the new year had begun, Anakin had wanted to spend as much time with her as he could before he was forced to do something he would forever regret, but she...pregnant?

“Ani? Are you alright? Please, say something.” With his lack of response, Padmé’s nervousness had increased and it snapped Anakin into responding. He couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his face as he gave her a kiss, slow and full of all the love he could possibly send towards her and the baby.

“You’re...that’s...that’s wonderful.” He sent as much joy as possible her way. “I...I know it’s my fault we have to hide our relationship, but I’ll figure this out, I promise. By the time our baby is born, we won’t be hiding in the shadows anymore. We’ll be married. They’ll spend time with both of their parents. They’ll be happy.”

Padmé held his hand, wrapping her fingers in his. “You promise?”

Anakin nodded. “Of course. I want this more than anything. No matter what happens, I’ll keep you safe. You and the baby.”

He knew he could figure this out, and as he and Padmé left the small classroom, he thought over everything. His duties to the Sith, his part to play as the leader of the Black Convors, and his love for Padmé.

The baby on the way just hastened the time limit, but he could figure this out.

He had to.

#Star Wars #Anakin Skywalker #Anakin #Padme Amidala #Padme #Palpatine #Anidala #Heather Writes

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yaninus-de-venoix · 4 years ago

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Hi there!

I think I bumped into your tumblr due to your music, but I just joined my local SCA barony!! (Innilgard, of the Kingdom of Lochac)

I was wondering if you could direct me towards some resources on how to make armour, I'm mostly doing rapier atm but I was talking to one of the ladies who does heavy and she mentioned her gambeson was legal for both rapier and heavy.

All good if you can't, you just seem friendly and knowledgeable.

Yours in service,

A freshly realised sword lesbian

Whoops, sorry it took me so long to reply! I saw the ask and then forgot it existed...

Congrats on joining the SCA! Always excited to see more sword lesbians ^-^

As for resources, I don’t know a ton off the top of my head. One of the knights in my area made a post aimed at very beginners here (https://www.arboreafalls.com/post/let-s-talk-about-armor) that should help you get a sense of the bare minimum you need to get started. Poking around online, this guide (https://tinyurl.com/227y4m2t) seems pretty decent, although it’s more focused on the setup rather than how to actually make armor.

Otherwise, you should take a look at the armor requirements for your kingdom (you said you’re from Lochac, right? here: https://sca.org.nz/wiki/index.php?title=Armoured_Combat:Armour_Requirements). Usually gambesons are a “nice to have”, for comfort rather than a requirement, so as long as your rapier gambeson is sturdy enough it should be fine. If you’re doing rapier, your gorget should work fine for heavy as well, rapier gorgets actually have stricter rules since you’re dealing with pointier weapons. Also, depending on your size and what your local heavy practice looks like, many fight practices have loaner gear available. If there’s loaner gear that fits you, that can be a good way to get started and at least see if you like it.

Best of luck!

#am I a stickjock now #trans in the sca #faq #resources

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years ago

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about me

from anon on 20210701

hii , i just came across ur blog not too long ago maybe like a couple months back. i actually sent an ask a while back talking bout how ur yoongi cat fic gmfu (in all the good ways). and i actually get on this app and check ur acc everyday just to see if u have updated it bc damn 🥵. getting off track sorry i’m down real bad. anyways.

since i kept revisiting your account, i noticed you have lots of anons and you have so many different convos! i read their posts like all ur advice ones wether it be emotional, situational, or sexual (which btw u sound hot af for that and it kills me but good) or just thirsting over these hot ass men in a kpop band, and everything else in between all that.

but what stuck out to me most, you seem to have a good head on your shoulders and are straight up but considerate and just know what’s up. and that’s just made me curious about you, idk what you go by wether it is your name or a pen name, your age, your zodiac (if ur into that), idk if ur in college or anything i’m just curious.

ur the first blogger/writer that sticks out to me (i’ve been on tumblr since i was like maybe 11 btw so that’s a first) and u seem cool af and someone i would get along w well so yup . don’t know if you like messaging/writing w mutuals, and i’m kinda too shy to send u a direct message so.

-sincerely, a 20 year old college girl with no life living vicariously and maladaptive daydreaming thru ur stories. (and ur wet dream inducing writing lol).

I have never stated my name or pen name and I probably will never reveal it. XD Reason one, privacy. Reason two, I don't do this for recognition of any kind. Firstly, it's all BTS porn, I'm not getting on the New York Times Best Sellers list for how eloquently I write about sucking Min Yoongi's dick (smh). Secondly, I'm not someone who wants to see numbers attached to my name (likes, followers, etc). I want to remain internally motivated and this is how I accomplish that for me.

Reason three.

It's fun. ;)

Watching you all struggle, not knowing what to call me. I enjoy it. Maybe it's the dom in me. Probably. Whoops.

My blog name comes from the English lyric translation of Agust D's 'People'. I like being known by that. It's my favorite song Yoongi's ever made, it describes me perfectly, and it's a fun play on words since these are all stories of different lives scenarios and I'm imploring you to become immersed in them.

My age? I'm around BTS's age, older than JK.

My zodiac? Hm, maybe one day you'll earn my Sun sign. I feel if you all knew my Sun sign, you'd be like OH MY GOD THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE hahaha, I'm very much a personification of my Sun sign. My Moon (tendency of emotions) is in Gemini. My Venus (sex, love, relationships) is also Gemini. I don't believe the stars dictate me as a person, but they describe me very well. Pair those two with my Sun sign and it becomes clear why the smut is always intense but emotional, spicy but sweet.

A lot of contradiction, no? My MBTI is INTJ. XD

The MBTI can change, as your personality changes as you grow, however, I have been an INTJ since I first discovered the test in high school and took it as part of my psychology class. I've retaken it over the years and the test itself has become more accurate. I learned of innate biases and cultural tendencies (Western vs Eastern) of taking such personality tests and took all that into account as I've retaken it. Still an INTJ. Welp.

I graduated university already. I work full-time to support my BTS addiction (oop).

My direct messages are open. :)

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twokinkybeans · 4 years ago

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Take A Chance On Me [Peter Parker x Tony Stark: A Drabble/Crackfic]

A short drabble of Peter sending his application to Tony in the hopes of becoming an intern at Stark Industries. Except, Peter doesn't exactly follow protocol.

Based on THIS Tumblr post (Post talks about sending Abba’s ‘Take A Chance Of Me’ along with a job application letter rather than a resume).

Notes: Can be read either as Starker or Irondad. No hate pls. I wrote this fic very quickly and didn't feel like editing it much. So I'm sorry if it's rambly! I think it's safe to say it's a bit of a crackfic as well whoops. -Kim

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Tony groans when he sees the horror of a whopping one-hundred and eighty-three unread emails in his inbox. He rubs his eyes, then blinks a few times. "Fuck me," he sighs as he sits up straight to open the first email. He knows he should hire someone to go through these, but he's too much of a perfectionist to even let anyone come near them, let alone answer them.

It's nearly 3 p.m. when Tony's got only 11 emails next. He longs for a coffee. Knowing that even after these emails, he's got thousands of other tasks to take care of. Why had he thought it'd be fun to be a CEO? Why had he-

Subject: Internship Application

Tony frowns when he sees the next email in line. Whoever sent this to him's got some nerve. It is very clearly specified that any sort of application, be it for internships or jobs, should be sent to the HR section, not to Tony personally.

However, his curiosity wins over and he opens the email. If it’s in his inbox, why not take a look at it, right?

Hi, Mr. Stark!

My aunt said I should make a good first impression, so I got creative. Don't worry about my grades and background, if I'm not smart enough I'll be kicked out of the program the first day I know. Believe me. I've got the brains.

Instead of my resume, you'll find a little surprise attached to this email. I do hope you like it, Sir!

Best regards, Peter Benjamin Parker

Tony squints. This has got to be a joke, right? No one in their right mind would ever send Tony a direct email like this. He is intrigued though, so he does open the attached file.

"Boss," Friday's voice comes in. "It's an audio file. Do you want me to play it?" "Yes, go ahead," Tony flails his hand dismissively, simply too fascinated by all of this nonsense.

"Playing audio file."

" If you change your mind I'm the first in line Honey, I'm still free Take a chance on me If you need me, let me know Gonna be around If you've got no place to go When you're feeling down "

Tony blinks. Once. Twice. Then bursts into loud laughter. He doesn't ask Friday to stop the song. Instead, he sits back and lets the music echo through his otherwise quiet office. Gosh, it’s been a while since he last listened to Abba.

" Take a chance on me That's all I ask of you, honey Take a chance on me"

Tony has a shit-eating grin on his face. He can't believe that this… Peter Parker kid, had the guts to do this. But, he must admit, it took him off guard in a good way. And of course, the kid is right. If he gets hired, he'll still have to prove himself anyways.

"Friday," Tony hums, his mood having turned a 180 degrees. "Schedule an appointment with Peter Parker for me. Tomorrow."

"Of course, boss."

Tony licks his lips and chuckles under his breath when he hits the answer button and quickly adds a YouTube link. He doesn’t add any text, Friday will send the invite either way, but it’s too good a chance to let it slip through his fingers.

Peter’s eyes widen when a new notification pops up on his screen. RE: Internship Application.

“Oh God,” he mumbles. This is the moment of truth. His fingers quickly tap the notification and he squints his eyes to read the email as fast as possible- except there’s no text in there. “Huh?”

Peter clicks the YouTube link and waits for the video to load. “Abba - The Day Before You Came.” Peter grins and shakes his head. Tony Stark replied. He actually sent an Abba song back. Peter has no clue if he’s hired or not, but at least he’s got a reply. Oh! Wait, he’s got another email...

Subject: Appointment with Mr. Stark

Peter gasps.

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Nine: Group Therapy

Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: A familiar drink brings back steamy memories for Shane (by popular demand), a ghost from the past picks a fight with the present, and the future hangs in the balance for our heroes.

Behind on the drama? It’s cool. I gotchu.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Language, mature themes, violence, smut, alcohol consumption, more feels than you can shake a stick at.

Author’s Note: Guys. Listen guys. I know this chapter is a tad late…not that I have deadlines, I just know y’all want more sooner than I can always get it to you. It’s also, though, a bit longer than most of the previous installments have been. I hope you guys enjoy it. I think it’s my favorite chapter so far…I definitely cried the most writing it…you’ll see why…I’m not sorry. Initially, for some reason, it was hard to stay focused. (I blame my own emotions and feelings clouding my ambitions. Can’t let that happen anymore. Even though the same factors apply. I’ve gotta keep my head in it!) I’m actually pretty sad that there won’t be very much more of this story…they’ve been such good friends to me. I may just have to find a way to keep them going in follow-up drabbles. I don’t know. But I’m open to suggestions.

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It wasn’t top on Shane’s list of things she wanted to do tonight, but it had been ages since she’d gone out with her friends. It wasn’t totally because she’d been seeing Sy. But more recently, he had become the most prevalent reason she ended up bowing out. Because she had plans with him, or she needed to do things that she hadn’t gotten or wouldn’t get done because of plans with him unless she skipped out. They were bad excuses, but those of an introvert weren’t usually top-shelf, anyway.

It was Heather, the other secretary Marsha and her husband Alec, some of her fellow PTs Cory and Juan, and both OTs, Olivia and Miranda there at Cade’s that night. And Shane and Sy, of course. They were sitting at two tables close together, and after dinner, the guys got up to play darts while the ladies ordered a round of shots.

Heather both requested and paid for the tray of tiny glasses full of dark liquor. Shane knew the aroma all too well. Those were full of Jack Daniels. And she got tingly just thinking about the spirit, especially now.

“Let’s drink the first round to Shane.” She passed them around and held one up. “For landing captain sexy pants over there, and for being happier than I’ve seen her in actual years.” Heather clinked to the middled with the other girls as they completed the toast with cheery responses of “to Shane!” With intermittent whoops and cat-calls. She felt funny saluting herself, so she said nothing, silently dedicating her own drink to the guy she wasn’t expecting, wasn’t even asking for, but who’d been gifted to her, by God Himself, it seemed. Whoever or whatever or why ever, she was grateful for him.

She downed the full measure of whiskey, feeling the familiar pleasant burn down her throat and reminisced about the last time she’d had the drink.

~~~~~~

“No you’re cheating!” She slurred at Sy’s kitchen table.

“Not how I see it!” He smirked, that crooked grin mixing with the alcohol in her already impaired system making a heady and dangerous concoction.

“You’re delib’rately using my PT career against me!” They we’re playing “Never Have I Ever.” And he’d just used “never have I ever measured somebody up with a big protractor.”

“Hey, you’ve been trying to get me with ‘never have I army this, and never have I army that.’ And you just can’t and now you’re mad about it.”

“Ugh, I’m not mad, I just…don’t like cheating okay. Fair play. I’m a Hufflepuff, through and through!”

“As a Gryffindor, I resent your implication against my honor! And I say, drink twice.” They’d run out of mixer, and were down to the straight liquor. She was fine with it. She loved the sweet, oaky burn of Number 7 as she held small swallows on her tongue. Relished the burn of it on the tender skin of her lips like a rough kiss. She took two shots at his insistence.

“Never have I ever…fired a gun!” And they both drank because she had chosen a “never” that she “had ever” on purpose. She liked feeling this way with Sy. She liked being able to abandon her control and feel safe in so doing. Knowing that he wouldn’t let anything hurt her. Including herself.

His eyes began to glimmer in a way that she could always tell meant he was thinking something particularly salacious. Which typically meant something good was about to happen.

“Never have I ever…fooled around in a kitchen.” He waited a beat, then slowly stood, taking a long stride to stand directly in front of Shane, towering over her as she sat limp from drinking and more than ready for whatever he was planning. The kiss he gave her was almost instantly hungry, devouring, consuming. A wild fire that would spread throughout the forest of her. He pulled a stool out from under the table near her, barely having to break the contact and sat down in front of her on it. She leaned into him now, the boneless feeling now overtaken by her craving for him. She tugged at his casual blue tank top that stunned her because of the way it matched his eyes so well. She needed him closer. His hands rested on her thighs, mostly bare in the shorts she'd chosen for tonight, simply for their comfort, and not because they provided any sort of easy access. Not on a conscious level, anyway, she told herself.

His grip was tightening but the pain of the pressure didn't matter. His thumbs and fingers were rupturing tiny blood vessels and she registered the pain and the fact that she would have bruises in the shape of his claiming grip but all that really mattered was that he was there. Near. Present. And touching her.

His hands moved, sliding up her legs, their trajectory shifting inward, their aim to open her up to him.

She was nothing short of willing.

He reached down to the seat between her legs and pulled her closer to him. Yes, she thought. He's too far away. Even though she could smell the whiskey on his breath even as she tasted it, still sweet on her own tongue. He laid a gentle hand on her left cheek, an almost chaste gesture, that snaked into something entirely different as it descended, brushing her neck, between her breasts, and over her abdomen, tumultuous from his touch and the drink.

He made it finally to her apex, easily brushing aside the fabric of her shorts, and teasing her there over her underwear with a soft, measured touch. She threw her arms around his neck, a wordless plea for him to go on. But her body was at odds with her mind.

“Sy, I wanna go slow.” She meant she didn’t want to end up in his bed tonight. Well, not that she didn't want to…

"Don't worry, sunshine. I'll take it real slow." he assured her, pretending to misunderstand her meaning as he teased her over her panties. She couldn't have spoken to correct him even if his lips hadn't taken an urgent hold on hers. His firm but frustrating touch was leaving her speechless and breathless.

Finally, he moved her undergarment aside to touch her, skin to skin. To pull a sweet, euphoric moan from her with just his fingers. He had been right about taking his time. It took him ages to find that space inside her that brought her to her pinnacle, but he made the wait enjoyable, all the same. She had a feeling he could have gone right to it, if he’d wanted to, but since she’d asked for it…

He grinned and chuckled into her mouth a bit as he toyed with her. He finally spoke,

“Hot damn, girl, you should have told me you needed me this bad.” He added a second finger to his game of search and destroy.

She could only grasp at his bare shoulders and the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to ground herself. He quickened, then slowed in sweet torture until her cries of his name became over loud for his neighborhood. The last build up, he added his thumb , brushing it against her aching center.

It hit her in waves of bliss as every muscle in her body responded to his localized, expert touch. Her vision blurred and for a second she could see the electricity flowing through air and matter and into her. Since when did THAT happen to her when she came?

“Sy!” She whimpered, a plea for him to stop but also to never stop.

“I know, darlin’, it’s alright. I’ve gotcha. Go on and let it out.” And she barely realized another climax had been building in her before she was falling headlong into it again, just as intense as the first one. He slowed, gently soothing her body after its small death, rubbing her neck and shoulder on the right side with his free hand.

He took his right hand away from her heat, brought it up to his mouth, and tasted her on his fingers. He poured them both another shot of whiskey, they threw them back, and once she had caught her breath from it all, she said,

“I don’t know the score, but I think you’ve won.”

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Back in the present, she felt too sober to handle the bombardment of questions coming from her coworkers, no matter how pure their intentions.

“So are you guys a couple, like officially?”

“Have you met each other’s folks?”

“Do you think he’s the one?”

“What is he like in bed!?”

“I bet he’s an absolute fiend!”

“Nah, guys ya think that about are always so vanilla.”

“How big is he!?”

All of these questions seemed to come at one time, or at least before she could answer the previous ones, and it made her head spin.

“Listen, girls. I’m gonna go get myself a strong drink, and when I come back, I’ll answer one question at a time, so figure out the order in which you’ll be asking, and a punishment system for interrupting. Fair?” The hens all nodded their beaks in agreement as she stood to go to the bar. She reminded herself to add a disclaimer when she got back to the table about having veto power over questions she felt weren’t appropriate.

As she stood at the bar waiting for her turn with the bartender, she tensed as she heard an all too familiar voice say her name.

“Shane Benton.” He said in a charming tenor that she now found obnoxiously boyish.

“Elliott Thomas. What misdeed did I do in a past life to end up back in the same room with you?” He ignored her jibe.

“You look well.” He said, surveying her as if he intended to make a purchase.

“Okay.” She would not give credence to half assed, insincere compliments.

“Who’s the guy you’re with tonight?”

“That couldn’t be any less your business.”

“You’ll always be my business, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes. “Funny, you didn’t seem to give a shit when we were together.”

“Come on, tell me where ya met this meat head.”

“Back off, Elliott.”

“Come on. He’s in a plaid shirt. He looks like he’s trying to cosplay the Brawny man. How quick does he pick you up?” He raised his eyebrows, driving home his attempt at double entendre.

The rage came suddenly, without warning, and manifested in a firm slap from her right hand to his left cheek. It landed solidly enough for him to have to stretch his jaw and feel it, as if making sure it was still there.

"Well, still got some spunk. Good to know. Not so fast--" he grabbed her wrist as she stepped away from the bar, but she was saved the trouble of getting out of it with her favorite self-defense maneuver, by the solid wall of red plaid and denim topped with his favorite black Chiefs hat. Sy had apparently noticed her altercation at the bar and elected to step in.

"What's goin' on here?" he asked, not brusquely, but so coolly that it was almost friendly. Elliott let go of Shane's wrist immediately and threw his hands up.

"No trouble here, man. Just a little friendly conversation between two former lovers." he said, oozing pure, stinking hubris.

"Oh, you're Elliott. Nice to meet you, man." Sy reached out to shake the man's hand. "I've actually been wanting to thank you."

Elliott looked confused. So was Shane. This guy had broken her heart. What was Sy intent on thanking him for?

"I wanted to thank you for fucking up so bad with this kind, beautiful woman, this graceful and forgiving saint, that she couldn't stand the sight of you any longer. Who knows. If you hadn't been such a dick, she may not have been free to be with me today." all of this, Sy said with Elliott's hand still in his. Shaking it. Apparently not too firmly. Until Sy leaned in very closely and whispered something to Elliott that made him go several shades of puce, and grimace, pulling his hand away, which Sy eventually relinquished.

After Elliott had tucked his tail and ran away, Shane found herself in a far less merry temperament than she'd come in with. She and Sy decided to leave. They said their goodbyes, Shane promising more answers as soon as she could. And they left, her arm around his waist, and his around her shoulder.

About halfway to Sy's truck, Shane heard a solid ping near her ear and the shattering of glass on the pavement nearby, followed by a low growl from deep in Sy's chest. They halted in their stride, Shane turning quickly around, Sy turning more slowly and intentionally in the direction of his would be attacker.

Elliot stood beside the brick exterior of the bar with three other men, none of them within 50 pounds of Sy, and hardly a match for him…individually…but together, she was concerned. She would absolutely try to help fight these guys, but she couldn't take out more than one with the potential weapons she had on her person that she could inventory off hand. Plus, if she had to fight Elliott…he'd get into her head…she knew it. Thank God she didn't know the other guys. She'd hope to get one of them.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" Sy said, back to his polite self, not worried about potentially getting into a street fight in which they were outnumbered two to one.

"Just thought you'd like to tell my buddies here what you said to me in there. I mean, I gave them the gist, but I think they'd like to hear it from you." Elliott puffed.

"Ah, somebody can't keep a secret." Sy sigh scolded him, wagging his finger at him as if he was a misbehaved child. "I was gonna let it all go as long as you left us alone. Did you mention that to them before you got them into a whole mess o' trouble?"

"Tell them, you fuckin' coward."

"Big talk from a guy who had to make it four to one before he confronted me." Sy accused.

"Four to two." Shane squared her shoulders, standing next to Sy, and attempting to make herself look more formidable, which was next to impossible given the fact that the man beside her was a massive army captain and she was just…herself. But she'd be damned if she stood by and let Sy take all of this on when it was all because of her. Plus, she didn't want him to reinjure himself.

"How about you jump in if I need ya, sunshine." He whispered to her. She didn't move or reply. "But ya know, since ya asked so nicely, I will oblige. I told this piss-ant friend of yours after he physically accosted this lovely lady here, in no uncertain terms that if he EVER touched MY GIRLFRIEND again, he'd be begging for death for hours before I had mercy on him and put him out of his misery and that his body would never be found." He eyed each of the men before him, his fiery gaze a physical force upon them, letting his promise to Elliott sink in. "Now if y'all wanna defend a man who would put hands on a woman, and then proceed to physically assault a United States Army veteran like myself, I can come up with similar guarantees for all of ya. And carry them out here tonight. But y'all look like ya've got a lot o' shit ya still wanna get done in this life with limbs and dicks intact. So I would encourage all of you fine gentlemen to walk away from this situation."

Two of the men, surrendered, claiming Elliott hadn't mentioned that he'd hurt Shane or that Sy was a vet. One of the men asked to shake his hand and thanked him for his service. The smallest member of Elliott's group, however, remained with him. Shane thought she recognized him after getting a better look. He'd been at a few events she'd been to with Elliott's friend group. She thought his name was Kyle. Clearly he was one of Elliott's oldest and most loyal friends. He still looked skeptical. Unsure that the two of them alone could take Sy. Shane thought he was right to be worried.

"Come on, Kyle!" Elliott summoned his friend to the fight.

"I dunno, man. He's a soldier and I mean…look at him. Look at us!"

"You pussy." Elliott walked up to Sy.

"You don't want to do this, friend." Sy warned.

"I'm not your friend, asshole. You stole my girlfriend." he swung wildly at the larger man, but missed. He was unsteady, Shane could see now, from excessive drink. She hadn't noticed inside.

Sy remained still for one punch that landed weakly on his jaw, barely displacing it. "Are you done, there, Mayweather? We even? Now that you got to hit me?"

"We are not done. Not until one of us is on the ground." Elliott insisted.

"Fair enough." Sy socked him with a jab straight to the nose, knocking him dizzily to the hard asphalt of the parking lot. Kyle came up to him to drag Elliott to a nearby car as his head lolled forward like a rag doll.

"I'll get him to the ER. Explain to them what happened. You guys get home safe. And thanks for not killing him. Or me." Kyle said as he opened his passenger door. Sy helped heave Elliott's comatose form into the seat and shook Kyle's hand.

Shane's eyes were still wide at the entire chain of events. Her adrenaline supercharged from her readiness to fight alongside her man. Which, she was both relieved and disappointed that she didn't have to do. But there was another thing on her mind. She had been mentally replaying what Sy had said to Elliott played over and over for more reasons than his chivalrous and heroic conduct.

When they were in the car and headed to her house, Shane asked him about it.

"So…you called me your girlfriend tonight." she looked at him.

"Shit, Shane, I'm sorry. I've been wanting to ask ya for days to make things official, and I just haven't found the right time. I was gonna ask you over drinks tonight in front of all your friends, but then that asshole fucked it all up. I even have a gift for you." he fished around in his pocket for a small, flat box, and handed it to her. She flipped up the spring loaded lid of the black velvet box, and inside, on a tiny pillow of black satin was a silver necklace with a silver charm. An "S" in an elaborate script with a small emerald set in the lower hook of the letter. "And if you don't want to make it official, you can still keep the necklace, because the 'S' can be for 'Shane,' and the stone can just be an emerald, and ya don't have to think about it like it's my birthstone, and I--"

"Sy, hush. Of course I want to be your girlfriend, officially. I've been dying to say it myself. And I love the necklace. It's perfect."

"Really? You mean it? All of it?" she'd never seen him so desperate. She had no idea why he thought she might not be serious. But she did have an idea of how to prove it.

"Stay with me tonight, Sy."

"It's still early yet, babe. I'll have plenty of time--"

"No, I mean, I want you. Tonight." How could she be more clear than that?

"Oh, you mean…but I thought you wanted to wait until my treatments were over?" He asked, as if he didn't want to get his hopes up just yet.

"When you were on the phone with my boss that day, you said something that I haven't been able to stop thinking about. Something that's gnawed at my will and resolve ever since. You said that life was too short, and you didn't want to wait to be happy when you could be happy now." she was verging on tears. "Well, I'm tired of waiting too, Sy. You make me happier than I've ever been, and I don't see the point in ignoring what we really want anymore. Because the fact is, Sy…the fact has been for a while now," she laughed at her own foolishness for stifling and ignoring it all this time, "I love you. And I think I have from the moment you first called me ma'am." She was fully crying now, and the tears had broken through down his cheeks, as well.

He pulled into her driveway and jumped out of his truck, still running, headlights blazing into her yard. He jogged around the front, but Shane, being uninjured had caught up to him without the benefit of a head start. He caught her up in his arms as if she'd stay there forever. They sobbed tears of joy and relief as they kissed each other with abandon, silhouettes against the footlights and exhaust courtesy of the Ford Motor Company, the PowerStroke engine roaring a soundtrack for this moment as it idled.

"I love you, Shane. From the moment you found me dreading therapy all alone that first day and cheered me up instantly. I knew." he brush the tears and hairs away from her face and held it, scrutinizing her features in the high-beams as if he intended to draw her from memory.

"I didn't know you were dreading it." she laughed, lightening the mood a bit.

"I was. A lot. Never had a lot of luck, especially recently, with PT. Until you."

She smiled, and looked at the truck, a third party to their romantic moment now more obvious to her.

"You're wasting gas."

"Hang the gas. I'm wasting time with you. You wanna go inside?" he asked. She nodded.

"You go get your purse. I'll be right around."

Sy shut off the truck and took his keys out, locking the vehicle from the fob after his arm was back around Shane and they were walking up her front porch steps.

Up Next: Chapter 10- Myofascial Release

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