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moonyasnow · 4 months

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Sleeping Beauty's Tentative Prince.

PROMPT : They kiss you in your sleep

CHARACTERS : Ace, Jack, Malleus, Sebek

CONTENT : fluff and angst, pre-relationship, they are PI-NING, the fae have…strange priorities. or maybe it's just Lilia in particular(Malleus' part), internalized racism (Sebek's part)

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I do NOT condone doing this in real life to someone who hasn't consented. But this is fiction so fuck it we ball

While you were awake, he could not show the affection to you that he wished he could, caught up in his own fears it might not be reciprocated and could strain your current relationship.

But in sleep, you would never know. In sleep, he could more easily deliberate upon his fondness for you, as much confusion, anxiety, fear, hope and longing as they brought him.

Ace

Ace Trappola portrayed himself as a 'coaster extraordinaire', gliding only where turf is smooth, dancing through life without a care in the world for anything besides goofing off with his friends. Stuff like 'love' and 'romance' wasn't on his radar, deciding he'd rather steer clear of it after an experience dating in middle school that left him feeling so utterly...bored, not really there, as having to live up to some ideal decided by his partner. Was that what all those books and songs and movies was hyping up? He felt lied to! It wasn't fun, and he couldn't understand how his now ex-girlfriend, or anyone else for that matter, really thought of any of that stuff as desirable!

The 'ghost bride', Eliza, was really just a personification of everything that made him want to steer clear of it. After she finally decided to shuffle off this mortal coil for good, along with her equally ghost— to Idia's utter relief— husband, too tired from all that fighting to really feel like it was worth it, he decided he'd rather crash at Ramshackle than walk all the way back to Heartlsabyul.

You declared you'd make it a sleepover, which was why he was laying in a sleeping bag on the musty living room floor of the ancient, decrepit house, creaking and groaning from the wind and its own whims. You laid next to him, on a mattress(unfair of you not to bring a second, by the way), sound asleep. He was kinda envious of you in that moment, you know?

Despite how dead tired he was after not only all the battle stuff but cleaning up the cafeteria on top of it, sleep just wouldn't bless him with its embrace. And desptire how much he didn't want to, especially not after all the other first-years— including Deuce, the bastard— made fun of him for the thought he'd already put into it...he found the topic of 'love' spinning around his head again.

He sure as hell didn't want the kind that Eliza'd idealized it to be. The others claimed that he, out of all the other suitors, did at least seem to know what he wanted. "...someone you can laugh with, and cry with...someone who'll stick with you through all the hard times..." He felt flustered and like an idiot recalling he'd said that for the entire room to hear, even more so due to the fact they'd caught on he was actually being genuine.

Then for some inexplicable reason he got an urge to turn his head to look at you. You looked about as tired as he felt. By that meaning you looked terrible. Or so he'd say if you were asking him why he was staring. Why was he staring? Probably because he was concerned. Just a little bit. Crowley already threw enough shit your way on the regular anyway, now you have to deal with this, too. And he never understood why you still tried so hard.

You, while not even having magic, had still given it your all during those battles, throwing rocks and twigs and even a goddamn wall-mounted candlestick— or well, that used to be wall-mounted, though apparently not as well as anyone thought they were if you could just pull it off the wall— at the ghosts. It phased right through them, obviously, but it'd annoyed and distracted them enough to make his and the others' job a whole lot easier. It was long past time for him to take back everything he said about you the first day you met by the school's Main Street.

You really had become an all-in-one janitor, photographer, therapist, and law-enforcer in one in the time you'd been here. It really wasn't fair. But you'd once told him it was easier since you had him and the rest of the braincell squad around. And he had to admit, it was the same for him. When it came to you in particular. Sure, he liked Deuce, and maybe Grim too just a little bit, but having you there was...special. He's not sure how he would've dealt with the incident at that one absolutely horrible unbirthday party and his Housewarden's total freak-out if you weren't there...or if, before it, he'd have had to spend the night in Ramshackle all alone with just the ghosts for company.

His eyes widened. Wait... He started to feel warm from top to bottom. He didn't mean it like— you weren't— y-you were just buds! You know? Friends. Just friends. And then he wanted to strangle someone when he realized those words tasted bitter in his mouth. Getting up on his elbow and looking at your sleeping face he couldn't place every thought whirring through his head. He thought you were kinda pretty or whatever, sure, but it's not weird to think your friend is pretty! And maybe...

No. Try as he might, every new excuse he came up with for why that couldn't be the case was just that; an excuse. He liked you. As more than just a friend. Maybe he kept trying to deny it because of how different this felt to his middle-school girlfriend. He thought she was cute and all, but he felt so alone when he was with her. Like she was seeing some boyfriend-shaped cut-out in place of him. He never felt alone when he was with you. And he sure as hell would never take a whole day's worth of public transport to school on a break for anyone else.

But it's not like he was planning for this. It felt strange, the way you went from 'best friend' to 'best friend I wanna be with' in his mind. Because, those categories weren't supposed to intersect, were they? Or could they? It just felt weird.

…But when he got past his initial shock, he realized that, thinking of you that way felt…natural. It was strange. Strange that it wasn't something he had to psyche himself up for. Maybe he was more like Eliza than he initially realized, in that way. Not noticing that kind of love when it was right in front of him. Maybe he'd also gotten caught up in that idealization of love, never realizing before that love actually could be with someone like that…someone he cherished like a best friend.

Laying down again and turning his whole body to face you properly, he stared at you. You really were pretty. Not in that way where you see someone and can just tell whether they're pretty or not. Not in the attraction kinda way either. Well, there might have been a little bit of that too. But mostly, there was just something...special, about you.

About your face, and your eyes, hair, shoulders, nose, chin, neck, hands and just— everything. Just looking at you made him feel warm. It usually did. But especially in that moment. It was weird, how just thinking those things seemed to jump-start his heart like some old motor, because now it was racing in the night. He found himself leaning closer, until his breath fanned at your lips. Looking at you from such a close proximity was weird. Sure, he might wrap an arm around or lean it on your shoulder pretty often, and do things like flick your forehead or your nose to see you pouting at him, but you'd never really been this close before. The tips of your noses were touching.

He was planning on moving away. He really was. But then you shifted in your sleep and your lips brushed softly against his.

As quickly as he could, he almost leapt backwards and turned his back to you and hoped to the Seven you didn't realize. Not then, not the next morning— not ever.

He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, and calm his racing heartbeat.

Sadly for him, he laid awake all night thinking about it and didn't get a lick of sleep.

He kinda hoped he could do it again one day. With you awake this time, of course. Yeah...with you, it might not be so bad. The Underworld would freeze over before he ever told you that though. Well, that was hyperbole. He just wanted to make sure you wouldn't like…laugh at him for it, or something.

…Maybe accidents weren't so bad sometimes.

Jack

Having grown up knowing that his parents, his grandparents, and most likely their parents and grandparents too, were mated for life— that they found each other and that was it— Jack Howl had always been sure that's how it would go for him too. That when he found 'the one' everything would be easy, and make sense instantly. And when he started to feel a strange new pressure in his chest around you, a desire to protect you more than even his other friends, he was sure that this was it. Yet something happened which he hadn't considered.

The person he fell for wasn't another wolf beastperson, nor any other kind of beastperson or mer who mated for life. You were human. And humans very much did not mate for life, as much as some might claim they would like to. For the first time he started to feel a bit of doubt about his future life plan. He was sure you were 'the one' for him… But now he had to start to contest with the fact that, he might not be 'the one' in your eyes.

So, he thought…he would try to court you in some way. Make it clear he could be a good partner for you.

During the second night at Vargas' training camp, when Grim hadn't returned from going to get blankets with the others, you had become so worried that you tried to run off to go looking for him. And Jack felt like he had no choice but to go with you; he would never risk you running into the shadow while alone. It definitely wasn't the smartest decision, and he had tried to stop you. But you had argued against him, insisting you wouldn't just leave Grim behind, no matter how much danger it put you in. That was something he had always respected about you; you always looked out for those in you pack. And he agreed to go with; he'd do the same for you— and then some— if you went missing, after all. But an hour of walking later, and you both realized that…you were lost. Now, not only was Grim gone, but those who remained at camp would think you both were gone, too.

You two had been walking for hours searching for the way back to no avail, when you had given up, swaying on your feet, saying you couldn't take another step. His eyes shot up in surprise, having been too caught up in getting you both back to camp to consider you didn't have anywhere near his levels of stamina, his ears flattening against his head with both guilt and a bit of embarrassment— guilt at not having realized you couldn't keep up, and embarrassment at not remembering the way back well enough. More like shame, really. He felt sure camp was the safest place for both of you right now, yet in his haste to follow you to make sure nothing jumped out at you, he'd neglected to keep good enough track of the scents around you both to be able to lead the way back. That wasn't how a good partner was supposed to behave! He was supposed to be able to make sure you were safe.

You were the one to suggest, with the night being so cold, that you sleep close to one another. He balked at the suggestion once it left your mouth, trying to hide the furious blush he knew would overtake his face if he let it— letting you see him like that would be way too embarrassing to consider; he was supposed to be cool! So you'd know he could protect you! Not act like some lovesi— o-overly affectionate— puppy! But when you reasoned that it was to conserve heat, to make sure neither of you ever became cold enough for it to be truly dangerous, he had no argument against it, and so was forced to go along with it. He didn't want you to freeze, after all. And no, don't misunderstand him! His tail did NOT just start wagging! And if it did, i-it was just nerves! N-not at being close to you— the shadow! NOT TO SAY HE COULDN'T TAKE ON THE SHADOW IF IT APPEARED—

He had to force himself to keep quiet, lest he put his foot in his mouth again.

He'd assumed you would just be sleeping next to each other. So when you slotted yourself right in his arms, your head on his chest, he froze in place, begging for dear life that you weren't hearing the way his heart was now racing. No matter if you did or not, you soon fell asleep. But Jack, like a protective guard dog (a comparison he didn't like but couldn't exactly deny at this moment) stayed awake for a while longer to make sure the area was truly safe, leading to him becoming lost in his thoughts.

He was confused why you were here at all. You weren't even part of a sports club! Or any club at all, for that matter; running errands for Crowley ate up too much of your time for you to be able to join one. But you were still here. You had claimed it was better than spending that time in school figuring out a way for a magicless student to succeed in magic assignments, Grim not often being fond of cooperating if there was no tuna involved, much to your frequent frustration. But it still really didn't sit right with him that you got caught up in all this when you were only meant to be there to take pictures. He thought Crowley should definitely compensate you for this, since you got caught in danger due to him making you go along with them. But by now he'd wised up enough to realize that was never going to happen. The thought began to really get on his nerves.

It was insane, how Crowley treated you like some slave with no mind or will of your own. Even worse, a disposable one he kept throwing at problems— dangerous problems...he still wasn't over how close you'd come to being seriously injured in the fight at the Mostro Lounge— that should have been CROWLEY'S job to handle. He almost began to growl just thinking about it. The mere thought of you, his m— friend...his good...friend...being hurt in the slightest scared him. Enough that his arms unconsciously tightened around you. The scent of your hair, a reminder you were currently not in danger, put him at ease. He exhaled in silent relief.

…If…

After you both graduate, if he asked you to come with him back to his home in the Shaftlands, what would you say? He'd be able to keep you safe. Make sure you never had to live like this again. What with your status as not being from this world and thus having no legal identifying paperwork, getting a job would probably be hard for you. So he'd get a job and support both you and him. And Grim, of course— if Grim was your pack, he was Jack's, too. He was already sure his family would love you, and welcome you with open arms. And then one day down the line he'd—

He couldn't bring himself to finish his thought, face having grown far too red. But his tail wouldn't stop wagging. He might have thought of it before, but that was when you weren't literally sleeping in his arms. You being so close just...made everything feel too real.

He took a deep breath to clear his mind. What mattered right now was that he would keep you safe. Take care of you. Now…and hopefully, you'd allow him to do the same in the future.

But the fuzzy, excited feelings brought on by the thought he didn't finish didn't leave him, them and your scent lulling him further into a comfortable sleepiness. So close to sleep and overflowing with affection, he didn't even notice, let alone have the sense to stop himself, from placing a kiss to your forehead, snuggling up closer to you to make sure you kept warm, unconsciously smiling against the top of your head as he, too, was claimed by sleep.

It just felt so...right, to hold you.

…The next morning you were confused by why he refused to look you in the eye.

Malleus

Malleus Draconia, crown prince and heir to the fae Kingdom of Briar Valley, was used to spending his time alone. Used to having only his guards and mentor for company. Used to spending hours wandering through empty stone hallways and rigorously up-kept gardens where none but he, his beloved gargoyles, and the occasional critter dared wander.

Perhaps that was because of him.

Though he came to Night Raven College to 'broaden his horizons', after the first few months or so of classes in which he was left to work alone even on group projects, smelling the fear of his peers in the air, he had all but given up on finding an actual friend. Someone who would stay by his side not out of duty or necessity, but purely out of desire to.

The way you haphazardly seemed to stumble into his life and make a home for yourself in his hollow ruin of solitude had still not caught up with him, even months later.

It was late in the evening, the old decrepit clock in Ramshackle had just struck 12. You were on the couch, leaning against him, asleep on his shoulder as he read a book. Or at least, he had been trying to. For all of five minutes. The soft pressure of your body leaning against his arm had made him lose all focus for anything not related to you. So here he was, staring like a fool at your sleeping figure.

That you, so small and fragile compared to him, were not afraid of the dragon by your side— the horned beast with power enough to destroy most of the school with less than a snap of his fingers— never ceased to amaze him. Yet it was on nights like these, when you were too tired to go for your usual evening walk with him yet still wanted him near, that left him most awestruck. Not only did you say, with your own words, that you wished to be by his side despite your lack of energy…you trusted him enough to fall asleep in his presence. Leaning against his shoulder, no less. It intoxicated his heart with pride, peace and longing in equal measure.

Yet, it only occurred to him the first time it happened that he had never seen another's sleeping face before. At least, not with their knowledge. He had seen you resting through your window on his late-night strolls before. Yet this was different. You allowed him this. If he did not already think you were the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever bore witness to, he did once he saw the gentle, peaceful expression on your face so close. He couldn't help but liken you to the sleeping princess in the old story of the Thorn Witch from his homeland. Sleeping so peacefully…all whilst leaning against a dragon.

His heart ached with feelings he had no words for as he stared at your face, streaked with moonlight, book long since forgotten. Cupping your cheek, he cursed the leather gloves keeping him from truly feeling your skin. In the back of his mind he harbored a fear he dare not put into words: that were he to feel your skin against his, it would be a point of no return, and he would never be able to go without it again. A curse to one such as him, who— his logic was much too aware for his liking— would be forced to grow accustomed to losing the touch of all things in time.

Yet his emotions, not bound by logic of any kind, wondered if you would like that. If him discarding his inhibitions and letting his gloveless hands roam every inch of your body would delight you the same way the mere thought did him. One part of him told him that 'yes, you would'; he was the fae prince, one of the most talented mages alive. He could keep you safe, give you anything you could ever desire. Yet another part of him said 'perhaps not' with barely any hesitation. He was a dragon, feared by man and fae alike for his power which could wipe out whole nations, should he desire to. The conflicting answers left him with a confusing sense of whiplash, not knowing which to trust. Yet, since you were not, unlike many, afraid of him, he found himself hoping your answer would fall more in line with the former…

Heart filled with trepidation and yearning in conflict with one another, he searched his mind for that always comforting anchor of knowledge that was Lilia's words. All that came to mind regarding the matter of kisses was that 'it was not to be done once the sun had set', which to him was good enough reason to force himself to abstain. Or at least, so he'd hoped. He wished to listen to his mentor's words, clung to them when his own young mind felt overcome with what he wished to do instead of what he ought to do…yet found he could not. At least, not fully.

Holding your warm hand in his which was cold beneath his gloves, the heat still slowly seeping from yours to his, yours appeared so small. As Malleus resisted the urge to rub his nose against yours, he felt his pulse beat in his throat. A metaphorical fire lit in the candle of his heart, flaring higher as he slowly neared your lips.

At the last second he managed to force himself to place his gloved hand gently over your mouth, placing a light, chaste kiss to the back of it.

He yearned to traverse further, to not have this self-imposed barrier in his way, to truly know if your lips were as soft as he imagined them to be, if they tasted as sweet. It was difficult to draw a line for himself. But, despite pouting through it, he still did. Once more recalling Lilia's words of wisdom: it would be impolite to steal your first kiss— or at least, so Malleus assumed it was— without your knowledge, after all.

After that he made up his mind to keep himself in check. That was enough for tonight, he thought and tried to return to his book. But his thoughts never stopped drifting to you.

It equally unsettled and enthralled him.

Sebek

The son of a human father and a fae mother— a fae mother who went entirely against the norms and expectations of her people and culture to marry a human man, a man whose people had hurt hers, and whose union with her had barely been accepted, much less understood— to say that Sebek Ziegvolt feels many conflicting emotions interacting with humans would be an understatement.

He, having seen the scorn his parents' union brought his mother, had vowed as a young child that he would 'never be stupid enough to choose to marry a human'. For he, at his young age, fully believed it was something he had control over. And he still did well into his teens, Lilia's explanation that love cared not for what people had decided, while he admired, revered and respected the older fae greatly, was still not quite enough to persuade him that there could ever be a possibility of him, Sebek Ziegvolt, proud knight of the Lord Malleus Draconia, deigning to fall for a mere human. He couldn’t understand the appeal in any way, shape or form. Human were weak. Fae— he— were strong.

What use had the strong for the weak?

But when you saw him freezing in the cold winter air, you wrapped your scarf around him. He, predictably, began to chastise you, claiming through a runny nose that as a human you were weaker than he and that he could handle this cold, and would not lose to mere weather— which was evidently not the case, as his own words were cut off by a big sneeze, to which you simply laughed. What nerve you had, he thought, for you, a mere human, to laugh at him, Sebek Ziegvolt. To laugh at his weakness! But his thoughts stopped dead in their tracks when you removed the hand covering your mouth and he saw your smile. It was...dazzling. A depiction of beauty which he had only heard described before.

In his daze he almost missed you taking a napkin out of your pocket and wiping away the mess under his nose, still smiling at him the same way.

Though he chided you, claiming to not need it, he was powerless to stop the stutter in his heart at your gesture. The tip of your finger grazed his jaw for a fraction of a second as you withdrew your hands, and it haunted his dreams for weeks. And the gentle smile on your face, showing, as far as he knew, nothing but sincere care for him, was enough to make him feel as though he didn't need the scarf at all.

It was...dizzying.

He saw his displays of weakness as just that: weakness, not vulnerability. In his eyes he must not have either to be able to be a good, no, even passable knight to his Young Master! Deep down he knew his Lord Malleus was already strong enough to not really need a knight. But he could never shake the worry it was on him, that he didn't need a knight because Sebek wasn't knightly enough. That was why he worked so hard. His position, with Lord Malleus, in life, had to mean something. Make him mean something.

But you never seemed to care for how he thought of it, showing him small gestures of kindness over and over again. In time he found he had begun to expect those small gestures, despite how he might still had insisted they were unnecessary. That you continued them despite his insistence...warmed him, just like when you lent him your scarf— which he always returned to you each day, knowing you would wrap it around him again the next.

At first he was sure you must have bewitched him, cast some manner of curse upon him— forgetting the fact that you, as magicless, would not be capable of such a feat— for he could find no other logical explanation for what the feeling of full-body lightness and heart-stuttering you brought upon him could be. At least...none he wanted to listen to; none that made sense to him.

You were human.

What he could never let himself be.

And he, the knight of Malleus Draconia, couldn't make the same strange choice as his mother, no matter how highly he respected her.

Yet whether he wished to or not, they'd taken hold of him, struck his heart like lightning, leaving a permanent mark of you on his very being.

It was shortly after that incident that he had, one evening, come to Ramshackle in search of Lord Malleus, and instead found you on one of the Dorm's benches, looking moments away from sleep. For a moment, thoughts of his search for his liege left his mind. When he asked what you were doing out alone this late at night, interrogating you like you'd broken some kind of curfew Ramshackle didn't have, you smiled and said you were waiting for Malleus to go on your usual evening stroll with him. Something about that gave him a sour feeling in his chest. For you or for Lord Malleus, he couldn't say.

Huffing, he said he might as well wait with you. You said nothing at that, just smiled and patted the spot next to you. Reluctantly, he did.

You sat in silence for a while, him trying to ignore the way so many feelings he couldn't figure out the meanings of stung at his chest. He was so caught up in his mind that it was only once he'd finally figured out something to say to you and took a deep breath that he realized his shoulder felt heavier, and he looked over to see you leaning against it, sound asleep. He was about to begin to scold you for falling asleep while waiting for his Young Master! It was bad enough his Lord Malleus had to endure the tardiness of Silver on acount of the latter's propensity for falling into slumber at any given moment! But when he looked at your face again, the words, for once, froze in his throat and fizzled away.

The way your mouth was left slightly agape, leaving a small trail of drool running down your chin, really should have appalled him, been seen as something pathetic, left him feeling distaste of some kind. But when you'd still smiled at him when he had snot running from his nose, how could he?

Maybe it was fine to…let you sleep. You didn't fall asleep like this often anyway…

As gently as he could, so as not to wake you, he lifted your body up and sat you in his lap, shifting and angling himself to allow your legs to still hang over the edge of the bench, now exchanged for his legs. He looked up at your sleeping expression in reverence, bringing his thumb to wipe away your drool. In his other hand he took yours, which had been hanging limply at your side. With his other arm around your waist to keep you from tipping over, he leaned his head, cheeks burning, against your shoulder, yours falling atop his as he did.

Closing his eyes, he pressed a tender kiss to the back of your hand.

His heart fluttered with a novel tenderness...yet not one he found he minded. He would guard you as you slept. Care for you in your 'weakness', just as you had him in his.

To love a human might not be something he was yet capable of. But, if you would extend to him the same, not a half-fae, but him...

...he might be able to love you.

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First of all I just want to say: Thank you thank you thank you SO MUCH to everyone who engaged at all with my last (and first) writing post! > <

Knowing people like my writing was such a massive motivation-boost to me! I tend to struggle with perfectionism and feeling like my writing isn't good enough by my own standards, so all that stuff is very, very appreciated!

I also wanna say sorry if any of them seemed OOC— aside from Malleus, I don't feel as confident in writing these characters as I do for the characters in my first post, since I don't know them as well yet. A big thank you to @yuurei20 for their TWST character fact sheets (found here) for the help! And also to the people who contribute to the the English TWST wiki!

Lastly: A reminder if you didn't already know, that I do, in fact, take requests! Coming up with WHAT to write is usually the hardest part for me; when I get past that I have a blast! ^^

...Also I think doing the research for this has skyrocketed Sebek up my 'favorite TWST characters' list because damn. That's rough, buddy. And honestly same in a way. His part was definitely my favorite to write.

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spider-man-199999 · 1 year

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pairing: college!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader; Post nwh; not too canon

word count: 6K

warnings: underage drinking for USA citizens; mentions of sex

summary: Peter thought no one remembered him after the spell, however you did, but not for the reasons he was afraid you would. Mostly fluff and slow burn romance.

a/n: I'm a sucker for college!Peter, I literally cannot think about anything else. ANY SCIENCE TALK IS A BUNCH OF BS I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT CHEMISTRY OR SCIENCE.

part2

"Hey, catch!" you heard a male voice from somewhere behind you, making you turn towards the sound. A brown leather football flew throgh the air, landing in your feet. You picked it up, throwing it back to the shirtless man that was jogging in your direction.

"Thanks!!" He said after he caught it, running off back to whoever the other shirtless dude he was playing with was.

"Yeah no problem..." you muttered under your breath, trying to hide how flustered you were.

It was orientation week at Empire State University.

The weather, apparently, was still warm enough to have people running shirtless around campus, and being the shy, awkward geek you were, it was hard not to get embarrassed by any social interaction, let alone one that included both sport and a half-naked man. Overall, orientation week was going well. You checked out a few classes that sparked some interest, went to the library, the gym, even got completely settled in your dorm room. Things were going smoothly, excluding the fact you hadn't really met anyone new. Most of the people in your classes seemed like they already knew at least one person and stuck to them. Since you were not really the type to go out of your way and approach people, it left you walking around campus alone, sitting in class alone and even eating alone. It wasn't all that bad, just lonely. Your roommate hadn't arrived on campus yet either, so everything felt especially odd to you, like you were invisible to everyone.

Four days in and the long walks between buildings were already annoying. It was so easy to get lost or distracted on the way between buildings. You didn't know the shortcuts yet, so it was always a hazard whether you would make it to class on time. Miraculously you got there early, and gave yourself a mental praise for that. You didn't expect to actually be in a lab on the first day of class, and were glad you got there on time because there were barely enough lab coats for everyone in the room. You really didn't want to be the freak who wasn't wearing one. You scanned the room as you sat down on one of the desks, secretly praying that this class wouldn't require having a lab partner or work in groups because it was going to make you feel even worse. And as you were stalking the people around you, your eyes landed on someone who looked suspiciously familiar. He wasn't terribly tall, curly brown hair, one backpack over his shoulder, flannel shirt over a plain white t-shirt and regular blue jeans. You could recognise Peter Parker from miles away. You've never felt so terrified and so excited at the same time. You finally knew someone in this university and it had to be him of all people. He never told you he was going to ESU. In his defense, you couldn't really recall ever speaking to him. You used to have the biggest crush on him back in high school, but never gathered the courage to actually chat him up, even if it were about homework. He never got assigned as your partner on a project either (no matter how many times you would fantasize about it), so you just graduated one day and accepted the fact it just wasn't meant to be.

But now you were presented with the perfect opportunity to actually talk to him and decided to take it. Unfortunately, the class started before you could approach him. You tried your best to keep your focus on the professor, but it seemed as if that was not necessary, he was only going over the main goals of the class and what books you would need. You sneakily looked over Peter from time to time, thinking about what would be best to say to him and not make it awkward.

The class was over in the blink of an eye, which made your heart beat pick up because you no longer had an excuse to not approach him. There was a line forming around the coat hangers, which you thought was going to be the best way to casually start a conversation. You cut the line when you saw Peter hang up his coat, putting yours next to his and smiling at him. He smiled back when the two of you locked eyes.

"Hey" you said "Peter Parker, right?"

He looked a bit stunned by your question. First, he was starstruck because the prettiest girl he had ever seen came out of nowhere and greeted him and secondly, she knew his name. And that was not supposed to be like this at all. His mind was rushing and calculating how it were possible. Were you a supervillain from an alternate reality trying to expose him? Or did the spell just not work on you? All of the scenarios seemed very bad for him.

The way he just sat there and said nothing was making you extremely nervous. It did feel like a terrible idea now that you had done it.

"We used to take Spanish together in high school." you added, your voice shaking slightly from the anxiety. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm really sorr-"

"Wait Spanish?" he finally said, his theories crumbling down when he realized what was actually going on. You were no supervillain, just an old classmate. Yet, he was sure he would have remembered you.

"I really don't remember..." he continued, feeling his cheek heat up.

"Oh that's fine, we never really... spoke? Like at all, I sat all the way in the back and no one could make me say a word."

He laughed softly at your words.

"Wanna discuss this over coffee? If you don't have any other classes?"

"I'm free, so yeah, we could grab a coffee"

20 minutes later the two of you were laughing over how ridiculous you looked in the yearbook. Peter was holding your phone and looking at the photo in which you still had braces on, your eyebrows were so badly drawn on because you thought shaping them with a razor the night before was a good idea. It was not, you shaved off so much from one of them you had to fill it in. And since it was your first ever filling eyebrows in, it was very, very bad. Also, your hair looked like it was made out of dark matter, because you recently had it dyed black, straightened it and accidentally put a bit too much hair oil on it. You were definitely not having a good time back then, but it was a small price to pay to hear Peter laugh so hard. A 4-month accutane treatment to acne and taking your braces off could really make a person change enough. It was a glow up and Peter could really see it now.

"Okay now that I've seen that, I actually do remember you! You're the girl that got hit in the head with a basketball while tying her shoes on the bench during gym! Somehow you fell back and got under the benches so I had to pull you out."

"Oh no" you whined, hiding your face in your hands to hide how hard you were blushing. And he was right, that really did happen once, and it was that moment that actually started your little crush on him. You were probably 14 when it happened. You fell under the bleachers and felt so embarrassed that you froze on the spot, feeling like crying. People came running towards you, Peter beating them to it, and pulled you out by the hand. He dusted your shirt off and asked if you were alright. To your teenage mind he came in like a knight in shining armor, and it made you fall for him, very hard.

''Come on, it wasn't that bad!" he said between laughs, giving your phone back.

"It was bad, like really bad. How can your only memory of me be my worst moment in high school?''

"If that's your worst moment, you were doing good."

You took a sip from your coffee, your finger tracing the rim of the paper cup once you placed it down on the table. You really were regretting not talking to him in school, he seemed like such a nice person, you would have been good friends.

"Why did you decide to go to ESU? I thought you had plans to go to MIT with your friends."

"Oh, I didn't get in."

"Yeah, totally sounds believable, Peter Parker, the Stark intern, highest SAT score in our grade, didn't get into MIT" you said sarcastically, shaking your head at him.

He sighed, looking down at his hands. His leg started bouncing under the table and he suddenly seemed tense. Now it really did feel believable, based on his reaction.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, honestly I was so sure I would get in too, but I don't think I ended up at a bad place"

"Obviously you didn't, I chose ESU, which makes it the best place ever. And now that I know you're here too, I get double confirmation for that."

He laughed softly at your words.

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A few weeks later you were actually glad to have to work in pairs in the lab because Peter asked you to be his partner.

You arrived just before the class started, sitting down at the table and putting your protective goggles on.

"Sorry" you said as you sat down next to him, taking the empty flask that was sitting in front of him and immediately starting to mix the things you managed to read on the board.

Peter smiled at you as he watched you, doing his own thing which you didn't pay too much attention to.

"Roommate problems again?" he asked.

Being lab partners meant the two of you had to talk regularly, which led to getting closer. You didn't know many people there besides him and your nightmare of a roommate.

"You have no idea." you sighed, dropping a few droplets into a test tube. The mixture inside started smoking up slightly, you swirled it around until it stopped, passing it to him so he could heat it up.

"What did she do this time?"

"Locked me in and took both of the keys on her way out. I had to call her to come back and unlock, she was pissed."

"Still don't get how someone can be so rude to you for no reason."

"I don't think she hates me really, she hates the idea of me. Not every 3rd year student is keen on the idea of babysitting a freshmen, I totally get that."

Peter wrote something down in his notebook after the mixture started bubbling up. You looked at it, brows furrowing.

"What's the temperature?"

"140 F"

"Peter that's not supposed to happen" you said worried

"Actually it is, you didn't have the time to read the board and put only half"

"Oh-"

He removed the test tube, letting it cool down.

"It's okay, we'll just multiply it by two."

"Sometimes I wonder what I would do if you weren't here."

"Probably blow up the place."

You rolled your eyes at him before the both of you laughed, continuing your work. You tried being more concentrated now, and for the most part it was working out. Until Peter would roll up his sleeves and expose his forearms. Or when he would take the goggles off to fix his hair. You tried staring as discreetly as possible, but he probably did notice it every time.

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That same night was your first ever frat party. You weren't really a fan of parties, the high school ones you went to were boring but you were hoping that college ones were going to live up to the hype everyone was giving them. Plus, you were trying to make amends with your roommate, and she wanted some alone time with her boyfriend back at your place. The idea of frat boys really turned you off, you had seen more than enough of them in class and around campus.

The music was booming through the speakers as you entered the house, people were everywhere. You could barely squish through the crowd, it was barely 10 pm and people were already wasted. You really wanted to let loose that night too, so you made it over to the bar and took whatever drink was handed to you first. It was vodka. Tasted bitter and burned down your throat and stomach as you drank it. The stress from university and the complicated relationship with Ruth, your roommate, were really starting to get you. Add your unresolved feelings for Peter to the mix and you really do have a strong enough pressure to make you explode like a time bomb. So, you wanted to take some pressure off by drinking and dancing. No one knew you here anyway so it was relatively easy to just do whatever you wanted.

Five shots of vodka were already in your system by the first hour. The dance floor was yours to take. A red plastic cup in your hand while you were swaying to the rhythm of the song playing, boys were coming from left and right to dance together. And you did dance with them, probably even made out with one or two as well. It continued for what felt like forever, until 2 am rolled around and you started feeling tired and wasted. And the alcohol in your blood was about to hit you in the worst way possible and make you overthink everything that was going on around you. At that point you were sat on a couch in the trashed living room and some dude was talking to you. His hand was on your knee. You were too preoccupied by your own thoughts to even listen to whatever he had to say.

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Peter hid behind his apartment building on campus, looking around to make sure no one would see him as he took off the spider-man costume. Ever since he went back to no one knowing his identity, he had to sneak around. He couldn't risk any of his roommates seeing him accidentally so he took the costume off outside after patrol, shoved it in his backpack and walked in. If anyone was ever awake and asked where he was, he would say either the library or doing lab work with you. He really did use you as an excuse a lot to his roommates, which gave them all kinds of wrong ideas. He didn't share a bedroom with anyone, which made his life so much easier, but there was a whole other bedroom with two boys in it in his apartment.

No one was awake when he walked in, throwing his bag on the floor next to his bed. He felt shattered. The whole studying and spider-man business was draining his batteries like never before. Peter lay down on the bed, too tired to even get out of his jeans. He was rapidly drifting into sleep when his phone started ringing. He groaned in annoyance, looking at the screen only to see it were from you. Peter quickly picked it up, any feeling of tiredness leaving his body when he heard you crying on the other side of the phone.

"Hey, hey, what happened? Are you hurt? Where are you?" he asked, panicked.

"Ruth locked me out again." you cried on the phone "She left her key in, she was with her boyfriend and they were probably doing the deed and locked themselves and fell asleep."

You babbled really fast, he was trying to understand what you were saying but it was muffled by soft sobs. And you didn't sound sober either.

"Peter, you fix all of my lab mistakes, please fix this."

He wasn’t sure what to do, especially since he didn’t know where you lived exactly. There weren’t many opinions in this situation, he could either find you and kick the door down so you could get in your place or he could take you in his room and let you sleep there.

“Can you tell me where you are?”

“In front of my dorm?”

“I don’t know where that is, genius”

You continued sobbing at his words, which made him feel even worse. You were very vulnerable and probably scared and he was acting poorly.

“Okay, okay, sorry, I didn't mean that. Tell me where your dorm is and I’ll come fix it, okay?”

“It’s the one next to the library”

He hopped out of his bed, rushing towards the building.

When he got there he saw you sitting on the steps, looking down at your feet.

"Hey" he said, standing in front of you, his hands in his pockets as he watched you slowly look up to him. Your eyes were red from all the crying and your cheeks were still wet from the tears. Peter sat down next to you with a sigh, the second he did that he could tell you had been drinking. The smell of vodka and cigarettes were all over your clothes.

"Hi" you muttered back after a while, not really sure what to say or do at this point.

"So what happened?" he whispered to you, bumping his shoulder into yours

"I got locked out, again" you whispered back, looking at him. He was smiling, a warm, comforting smile that made you feel so incredibly guilty that you called him.

It made you realize what time it actually was, and that you probably woke him up. It was the middle of the night, and you woke up the closest thing you had to a friend here to help you. You ruined his sleep so he could save you from something you could have probably figured out on your own if you weren’t drunk.

"Come on" he said, getting up and reaching out his hand to help you up as well. ''Let's get you out of here"

You took his hand, the tears were welling up in your eyes again as you looked at him. He seemed so tired, yet he came rushing to your rescue.

He walked in his room, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Wow you have a double bed??" you said as you looked around his room.

"Oh, yeah" he said, blushing when he saw the state of it. He didn't really think about making the bed before he left and the bedding looked like scrambled eggs with all the pillows and blankets everywhere. Peter didn’t want to look messing in front of you but it was too late for that.

"Lucky duck"

Peter was kind enough to take out some clothes for you to sleep in while you showered. It was a spare pair of pajama pants and an old star wars t-shirt. He looked away while you got dressed and helped you into bed after that.

"I can't thank you enough for this."

"Oh, you can, you can do my calculus homework."

The both of you laughed after that. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket, with the intention of sleeping on the couch.

"Where are you going?"

"To sleep?"

"Not here?"

"Well, no-.... I-.... Don't want to invade...."

"I feel bad enough about it as it is, please come sleep in your bed, it's big enough" you whined.

Peter stood at the door. He really didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, or crush you while he slept but at that point he was so shattered that the bed seemed like the best thing that could happen to him. You got up and pulled him towards the bed, grabbing the pillow and blanket with your other hand and throwing them on.

Peter was asleep the second his head hit the pillow, and you followed a minute or two later. It didn't feel as weird to sleep in the same bed as the two of you had anticipated. Maybe the alcohol helped. You were pretty sure that it was, in fact, the alcohol that made you call him, the one that insisted on sharing the bed as well. Sober you would probably be a flustered mess just from the thought of being in Peter's bedroom alone.

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The second Ruth knew you had somewhere to sleep over, she took advantage of it. It was happening so often that you basically had a schedule when you would sleep over at Peter's. He didn't mind one bit because it was a reason to spend time with you. Plus, you did all your work for classes together, even in classes you or him weren't taking. So by the middle of the semester, you two were practically platonically dating.

And it made you feel the worst and the best type of ways at the same time. You absolutely loved spending time with him and your feelings were only getting deeper and deeper with each day. Somehow, you still felt like you were taking away the college experience from him. He declined every party opportunity his roommates suggested, he rarely spoke to other girls and if he went out with friends from other classes, he would always make you tag along with them. Everyone thought that if you were not dating, then you were definitely hooking up, no matter how many times you denied it. Truth being told, it was actually kind of weird that you weren't doing either of those. And it got even weirder when someone else started expressing an interest in Peter.

Surprisingly enough, even to yourself, you actually liked going to parties. The alcohol helped you loosen up and talk and since Peter actually had other friends, now you knew some people here and there. You would always find someone to chat with at a party and you learned that socializing wasn't at all as scary as it seemed before.

Tonight you found yourself at a random party in some basement of the dorm on the other side of campus. You knew that you'd be home late so the arrangements of staying over at Peter's were already made. As you were speaking to someone from your beginner-friendly biology class, a girl approached you. She was tall, way taller than you, had long dark hair and an amazing body. She grabbed your arm and said your name in a questioning tone. You nodded slightly taken aback from the interaction.

"Can I borrow you for a second?" she asked, turning to the other person in an apologetic smile.

"Sure."

She pulled you a bit away, still holding your arm right above the elbow. The whole thing was making you tense for some reason.

"I'm sorry that I asked like this." she said, letting your arm go. "Actually, we've met before, I take calculus with Peter Parker, he brought you over at one of our group study sessions."

"Oh. Right." you did remember her now, but she looked slightly different with heavy makeup on. She definitely looked like one of the it girls on campus and you got the impression that she actually was.

"So I wanted to ask if you and Peter were a thing?"

Once again you were stunned by a question from her. You looked around for some reason, she was making you feel uneasy.

"Um, no, we're not."

"Great!" she said with a bright smile. "Do you think he'd be into me? He has this nerdy sex appeal, I actually really want to get with him."

You were blinking in disbelief towards her. This whole thing was really not making you feel well about your situation. She was gorgeous and she wanted to fuck your crush, it was going to end badly for you. You felt something like a ball in your throat that you knew even the gin couldn't wash down.

"Well, good luck with that." you said, patted her shoulder and walked away before you started crying in front of her.

The whole situation really put you in a bad mood. There was nothing particularly wrong with it, but it managed to burst the bubble you were so peacefully living in. It got you wondering if Peter had his eyes on someone, if he was sleeping around with different girls, if he was going on dates. You kept imagining it, and drinking to try to stop, but nothing seemed to help. You couldn't spend every waking second with him to know, plus he never talked about girls with you. You didn't know who he was texting, or if he were going out with someone and not telling you. You were sure he wasn't because no girlfriend would ever feel okay with some random girl sleeping over as much as you did. Then again, he could be hooking up with someone, you were only sleeping over two or three times a week.

You were so preoccupied by your worries that you almost didn't pick up your phone when Peter called. He said he finished whatever work he had to do and was going to come to the party and pick you up. It made you even more anxious.

He walked through the door 15 minutes after the phone call. The whole thing was a sensory overload for him, the music was way too loud, the colors were too flashy, people were everywhere. He was constantly on edge because people were walking a little too close and his reflexes were being triggered. He hated parties. He hated the idea of you liking them even more. With the amount of time the two of you were spending together in the last few months, he grew very attached, he even developed a little crush of his own, but he was too terrified to admit that. Given his background and his secret, he wasn't too sure he wanted to put you through what MJ had gone through. He felt like it would be unfair to lie to you at the same time, it's not something you could hide from the person you're dating.

People greeted him here and there, giving him brofists and handshakes. Peter really felt like a real frat boy, but he hated the experience. He froze in his tracks when he saw a girl that looked just like you making out with some dude. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his chest tightened and it felt like someone set his lungs on fire. You were wearing black skinny jeans and a black top, hair was tied in a bun and your tongue was in someone's mouth. Was that why you sounded so weird on the phone? Was that why you waited so long to pick up? Peter was too stunned to even move so he just stood there in shock for a few seconds. He felt a hand on his shoulder, which made him snap out of it, turning his head. He met your eyes when he looked down, giving you a confused look. His head turned back to the other you that was still exchanging saliva with a guy, then back to the actual you. He finally started breathing again. Your outfit was actually nothing like the girl's, you had a long-sleeved light blue dress on that had a v-cut. It made you look really desirable and the way the color mixed so well with the lighting in the room, you looked like you walked straight out of Peter's dreams. He was practically trying to take pictures of you with his eyes for later.

"What?" you asked as you noticed his stare, looking at your dress for accidental spills or any signs of why he was looking at you like that.

"Nothing, actually." he said, taking the cup you were holding and finishing whatever was in it. He didn't really care what was in, alcohol had little to no effect on him but he liked to pretend.

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You expected to go home shortly after Peter's arrival, but things didn't play out that way. The girl that talked to you about him earlier tonight saw the two of you and came over to chat. After 15 minutes of them talking and you awkwardly standing there, holding an empty cup in your hand, you were feeling more annoyed than ever. And pretty drunk too. You were already in a bad mood because of her, and when Peter suggested walking her to her dorm you just felt like crying. Your feet were killing you because of the heels you were wearing and you made sure to inform him but he seemed to have forgotten about that.

And now, all three of you were walking around campus to get her safely to her room. You were giving them a side eye the whole time while she tried to scoot over closer to him. And when she said she was cold she could offer his flannel, you rolled your eyes so hard you got scared they'd get stuck and not come back. Unfortunately, they did come back and you had to witness him putting his shirt over her shoulders. Once at her dorm, she even had the audacity to kiss his cheek before walking in. It made him blush, and you, you were really about to throw up at that point. It felt like a very weird game of chess, and she had checked you in it.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked when he saw how you looked. Gorgeous, he thought, but kind of pale and like you would collapse any second.

"No" you said, your eyes meeting his. You could see the lipstick stain on his skin from the other girl and now you really did feel like throwing up. You were only 3 steps away from him and he made them so fast you felt like he teleported.

"No, no, Peter, step away" you told him, your hand covering your mouth while you rushed to the nearest trash can and actually threw up. He rushed after you, holding your hair as you did.

"You didn't look THAT drunk." he said, patting your back while you were coughing.

"This is so embarrassing" you cried softly, as if this night wasn't humiliating enough.

"There, there, I hope you got it all out because I am not changing my sheets for the second time today."

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"I'm thinking about switching my field of studies." you said, looking at Peter.

He took his glasses, looking at you in disbelief. He was sat at his desk, trying to solve a math problem while you were lying on his bed, playing on your phone.

"Chemistry doesn't do it for you anymore?" he asked mockingly.

"No, I just hate spending so much time with you." you replied in the same tone, sticking your tongue out at him.

It had been a week since the whole party thing. You didn't throw up at his place, but you did have the worst hangover of your life. Peter helped you through it, but didn't pass up an opportunity to make fun of you.

"Then why are you here? I'm sure there's a party somewhere on campus."

"Shut upppp" you groaned, throwing a pillow at him. He caught it mid air and put it on the back of his chair before turning to finish his work.

It felt like it was too early to sleep but you didn't have anything better to do since Peter was so busy with math. You turned on your side, facing the wall, since you liked sleeping on the side next to the wall, and closed your eyes. You didn't know how long it had been but you were definitely asleep when you got woken up by a knock on the door. You looked up with confusion, half asleep when Peter gave you an apologetic smile and got up from his chair to check who it was.

He assumed it was one of his roommates that either lost or forgot his key, but he was surprised to open the door to his calculous classmate.

"Hey, Pete." She said "May I come in?"

"Sure-" he said, letting her in

The girl walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Remember last week when you gave me this shirt?"

"I do." he said, only now noticing what she was wearing. It was his flannel, with a belt around her waist.

"Well, I came to return it." she said, unbuttoning it and taking it off. She got up, only in her underwear and walked towards him, handing him the shirt.

Peter was so flustered that he had to stare at his feet the whole time.

"I think you got the wrong idea here-" he started, squeezing the flannel in his hand.

"About what?" she asked, squatting down in front of him so he could see her, and, well, you know...

Just as he was about to move, the door of his bedroom flew open. You stood there, wearing his shirt as your pajamas, double taking on what you were seeing. You didn't think there would be anything serious happening, but the chatter was disturbing your sleeping attempts and you wanted to check what was going on. But now you were just frozen in your spot, staring at a half-naked girl that was on her knees in front of Peter. Both of their heads turned towards you, staring in the same amount of disbelief. It felt like your worst nightmares had turned into reality. Neither of you knew what to do or what to say and you just stood there in silence, the tension so heavy it could suffocate someone.

"It's not what it looks like." Peter managed to say, holding eye contact with you.

''I'm so sorry, I didn't know-'' she started, getting up from the floor.

"I think I'll pretend I dreamt that and go back to sleep." you said, closing the door before anyone could do or say anything else.

"Peter, I didn't know, she told me you two weren't a thing last week."

He handed her the shirt, not even bothering to look at her.

"We're not. You can keep this, go home."

She walked to the door, stopping at it to look at his back.

"I'm really sorry, if I can do anything, tell me."

"Goodnight."

He knocked gently on the door before walking in. He saw you tucked in the bed, hugging one of the pillows. You weren't really sure what to feel right now and you were trying your best not to cry. It wasn't like the things between you had changed and you had no right to be upset over his personal affairs. Peter sat on the bed next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"I know you're not sleeping, can we talk about this?"

"Talk about what?"

"What happened back there."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

You sat up, still hugging the pillow. You pressed the back against the wall, looking directly into his eyes.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why don't you want me to get the wrong idea? Whatever that is supposed to mean."

He looked at his lap, unsure of what to say next.

"Because I'm not that kind of guy."

"Peter, it's none of my business what you do for fun."

"For fun? You think I do this for fun?"

"You're not doing math for fun, that's for sure."

"Are you always a bitch or is it a defense mechanism?"

"You were the one who wanted me to ''not get the wrong idea'' and suddenly I turned into a bitch?"

"Okay, I overstepped on that one. Nothing happened there, I haven't talked to her or seen her since we left the party together and you threw up."

"Okay, for some reason I believe that, but why should it be concerning me?"

"Stop pretending."

"Excuse me?"

He didn't say anything after that, just pulled your arm so you could get closer to him and kissed you. It happened so fast you couldn't really process it. Once the shock was over, you kissed him back. You probably looked like a teen movie kissing scene, you on your knees and arms while he was sitting, one arm for support and the other one cupping your face as you kissed.

"I should have done this way sooner." he said after you parted.

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for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'no upside down au' rated t wc: 997 cw: recreational drug use, language tags: meet-ugly turned meet-cute, flirting, somewhat ambiguous ending but we all know what's gonna happen

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Steve was not supposed to be the one picking up the drugs for the party.

He wasn't even going to the party.

But Jonathan couldn't get it from his usual guy, said he was back home in California for the summer, and it wasn't like Robin had a hookup.

Eddie Munson didn't technically deal anymore, but he made exceptions for previous customers, and Jonathan had been a regular during high school.

It wasn't shocking news to Steve, but what was shocking was hearing all these stories about how Eddie didn't even usually meet someone during daylight hours. Except today, apparently.

Steve tripped over another branch, barely caught himself before falling on his face.

"I better get so high off this shit," he said to himself.

"I only sell the good shit."

Steve froze.

Somehow, he'd missed a person walking up to him, probably when he nearly ate dirt.

"Is there any reason a hike is required to get some weed?" Steve asked, brushing his hands on his pants to get the remnants of the tree trunk he saved himself on.

Eddie crossed his arms in front of him, raising an unimpressed brow.

"No. Jonathan suggested the place."

Hard to believe the guy who hated being outside for more than a few minutes would have suggested a half mile trek into the woods, but Steve didn't really care to argue.

"O...kay. Well, I've got the cash if you wanna get this over with," Steve said as he reached into his pockets that were..."Fuck."

He started patting his pockets, his shirt, looking around him at the ground to try to find his wallet.

"Everything okay?" Eddie asked, coming closer.

"I lost my wallet. Shit!"

"Alright, I can help you look, man. It's not a big deal. Gotta be somewhere, right?" Eddie started looking around him, though it was half-hearted at best. "What's it look like?"

"It's brown. Um, leather?" Steve suddenly forgot any other details about his wallet. How convenient.

"Okay, so the color of the ground. Should be easy."

Steve snorted.

Eddie was smirking as he walked the way Steve came, checking the ground around him as he did so.

Steve followed behind, but he was pretty certain they wouldn't find it.

After ten minutes of looking, Eddie sighed.

"We should just smoke a bit. Take the edge off. Ya know?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. I can't pay you until I find my wallet," Steve said as he continued looking, bending down to get a closer look at a spot that seemed like the color of his wallet.

"On the house."

Steve stood straight up.

"Really?"

"Can't really kick ya when you're down, can I? Plus, I planned on smoking after you left anyway. We can share," Eddie shrugged, like it was no big deal.

Steve had never gotten high outside of house parties, the comfort of his own home or a friend's home soothing his anxieties about losing his inhibitions.

But out here? With Eddie? It didn't seem like a smart thing to do.

"Alright," Steve shrugged back.

Eddie must have sensed something about him, though, because he didn't let him take more than three puffs of the joint before he put it out and found a collection of boulders for them to sit on.

"You ever think about how trees are alive but they don't have ears?" Steve asked a minute later.

"Oh, you're that kind of high." Eddie poked his hand, making him look over at him. "You eat today?"

"Maybe. I've been busy. Do you think trees get hungry?" Steve replied.

Eddie searched his face before letting his pinky rest against Steve's hand on the rock.

It felt like fire.

"They do."

"But they don't have pancakes or cheeseburgers. Like, we can't grind it up and put it in the dirt for them, right?" Steve's jaw dropped. "Can we?"

Eddie watched as Steve looked over at some of the trees surrounding them.

"I don't think we can, no."

"A shame. They're missin' out. You know who else is missin' out? Jonathan! He made me come here and he didn't even tell me you had long hair or like the nicest eyelashes. Which is weird because he didn't shut up about anything else about you but he forgot about the eyelashes!" Steve's hand curled around Eddie's pinky. "And you look warm."

Eddie's brows raised.

He wasn't sure who Steve was. Jonathan had just insisted he was cool.

But Jonathan hadn't mentioned that his hair looked softer than silk, or that his eyes were wide and innocent despite his lip curling up in the corner in annoyance.

Jonathan seemed to have left a lot of things out.

"Well, it is summer. It's pretty warm," Eddie gulped. "But you do look a little cold."

"I get cold easy. Robin says it's because I don't eat enough red meat or something. Low irony or something."

Eddie was so endeared.

"I could help you stay warm? Walk you back to your car if you want?"

Eddie did not want that, but he knew Steve probably needed to walk off some of this high before his friends started to worry about him.

"Don't wanna walk," Steve leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder. "My head is walking."

"Should I try to head back and get one of your friends?"

Steve shook his head.

"Be fine in an hour."

"Okay," Eddie put his arm around Steve's shoulder, surprised to find that Steve was shivering. "Hey, you okay?"

"You do have good shit."

"That's not an answer," Eddie chuckled.

"I'm good. Best."

Eddie let him burrow further into his side and waited for his shivering to subside before he suggested heading back to his car again.

Steve still refused, and Eddie didn't have it in him to push.

Not when they were finding shapes in the clouds and he was holding Steve close.

He'd definitely owe Jonathan a lot of product if this went the way he wanted it to.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #no upside down au

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ladykailitha · 4 months

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I have decided today I am giving out my Steve Harrington headcanons, because I love him so much.

His parents are very rich. His dad is new money, self made. His mom is old money.

His father is Indiana born and bred, but his mother is from Kentucky. She doesn't have her accent anymore because she trained herself out of it. Though it does show up when she's drunk or angry.

I know everyone does Richard (Dick) for his dad mainly for the lols, which I respect, but I think his name is Clint. It's just rich dude bro enough, you know? And then for the mom I go back and forth between Maureen and Allison. Allison because that's Ally Sheedy's character in The Breakfast Club and I often use her looks as bases for Mrs. Harrington.

They were never meant to be parents. They had the one because that's what was expected of them, but no. They don't like kids.

I don't know if his dad is only verbally abusive, but he is some kind of shit. Steve was so scared of him finding out that there was alcohol the night Barb vanished that that was all that consumed his thoughts. And even in season 3 Steve tells Dustin (thinking he was his dad) that he doesn't do drugs, just marijuana. Meaning that's something they've fought about a lot.

Kids of good parents rarely smoke, drink, smoke pot, and have wild parties all the time as an under-aged teenager. There are no doubt exceptions, but most of the time it's kids who are neglected and abused that are the ones that act out like that.

Steve had nannies and baby-sitters growing up that he saw more than his parents. But he would still be taken on actual vacations with them. Mostly to show off that they do have a son.

He was in baseball in middle school but quit when he got into high school. His parents put him in as many after school activities as they could. He was taught piano. Went to swimming and was so good at it, he joined the team in high school. Played basketball throughout both middle and high school. But he was forced to dropout due to the concussion Billy gave him his senior year. It's why he sneers at Brenda at the game when she says it would ironic if they won the championship the year after he graduated. Because he wasn't even on the team his last year.

When he turned sixteen they gave him his BMW. No, he did not get to pick the car or the color, but he takes very good care of it. Does a lot of the maintenance himself. One of the few things his dad taught him, but because you needed to know enough to make sure your mechanic wasn't ripping you off.

He can cook. But only if he has a recipe to follow and will get upset if it doesn't look like the picture. Is a consummate baker though. Because everything has a reason it's done like that and it makes sense.

Definitely a fall baby. That's why he was able to lifeguard for three years even if he didn't lifeguard after his senior year due to him working at Scoops Ahoy.

He's bad at math and science which is why the Party teases him all the time, but he's great at English and history.

Only applied at the schools his dad thought were "appropriate" and didn't get in. But to be fair, he was still suffering from a concussion when those applications went out and he wasn't really at his best. Just above his worst if he was honest.

He likes his preppy clothes and while he laughs it off, it upsets him when he's made fun for it.

Alt rock fan all the way. Depeche Mode, The Cure, New Order.

Has a list of the Party's likes and dislikes for food and other things, so he is the best gift giver. He doesn't spend a lot of money, though he has been accused of that a couple of times. But he prefers well thought out gifts over expensive ones. It's why Max, Eddie, and the Byers boys love Steve gifts. They never feel pressured to one up him.

Complete romantic. Loves being in love, but it was hard to pick up the pieces of his broken heart after what happened with Nancy.

Loves Robin, but even though it is sometimes weird, it never veers into creepy or obsessive. Robin is absolutely the vodka aunt of the party to Steve's mom.

When Eddie comes into the group, they tease him that's he's the dad to Steve's mom. Because as goofy as Eddie is he absolutely wouldn't let the kids get into real trouble.

Steve the romantic gets absolutely wooed by Eddie and never is made to feel wrong footed when showers Eddie with the affection he would for a girl. It's nice for a guy to receive flowers sometimes too.

Steve favorite flower is sunflowers. But his favorite color is blue.

He absolutely keeps the vest. Refuses to give it back. Which Eddie is surprisingly okay with.

I could go on forever, but I'll stop there for now and if I come up with more I'll add them later.

#my writing #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #sort of #ladykailitha rants

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cielelyse · 8 months

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Favourite 5 Saezuru Scenes

I recently reread Saezuru for the umpteenth time and just needed to gush about it like a crazed person who constantly hallucinates about Yashiro being happy and soOooOOooo.................

1. Why now? (Chapter 25)

These 3 panels kill me always... although it's the entire chapter 25 actually, and not just these panels. This broke me when I first read it nearly a decade ago, and it breaks me every time I reread it. I recently just listened to the drama CD for the first time and wanted to hear how this scene played out (a.k.a. wanted to hear Yashiro moan wkegh;ghwle) and I did not expect to start bawling and sobbing uncontrollably when his flashback appeared. WITH THE MUSIC AND EVERYTHING. THEY DID NOT SPARE ME. FUCK. What was supposed to be a tender and gentle and loving and intimate scene between them turned into Yashiro facing the effects of his childhood trauma -- that will never cease to hurt me. Doumeki saying "kashira, kashira, kirei" right before that broke me in a way reading that scene in English couldn't. I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS and if I keep writing about it I'm gonna cry again so:

2. Car ride back from Kageyama's clinic (Chapter 4)

This is mostly for nostalgic reasons, really. I first read Saezuru in 2013, and I wasn't used to Yashiro at first. I didn't know what to make of him.

So what happened was that I read "Don't Stay Gold" first and was like... there's a manga about this mildly threatening and unreadable yakuza dude who's Kage's friend…? Who played cupid for him in a weird way? HMMMMM dubious, dubious. Would I even like him? It took me a while, but I finally gave Saezuru a shot anyway, and I remember feeling uncertain about Yashiro up until those panels. I remember it so starkly, because this was the instant I fell in love with him. I think it was because this was the first time I understood the depth of his loneliness (since I hadn't read his high school oneshot yet at this point).

There's just something about how Yoneda Kou-sensei draws these kinds of pages that just resonates with me so well. I CAN'T EVEN DESCRIBE IT. It just connects with me the way Yashiro connects with me, and that was pretty much it for me. Obsession sealed. Life signed away. For the next 10 years I would follow the story closely and routinely check every few months for updates. Yashiro became one of my only 3 comfort characters, and rereading Saezuru always gives me a catharsis and sense of peace that I didn't know how to find elsewhere.

3. "To go on living this strained existence... no longer holds any meaning to me." (Chapter 34)

This scene is one that I come back to every time I'm down. AM I A MASOCHIST? I really like the June translation too: "To go on living this strained existence no longer holds any meaning to me." I think the way the panels divided up those thoughts were brilliant!

This especially hurt me because for the entire manga up to this point, Yashiro has stated that he completely accepts himself and he's happy with who he is. It wasn't until his realization during the sex scene with Doumeki and how much he's said/done hurtful things to Doumeki afterwards -- who he considers pure and sweet and good -- that he thinks this.

4. "Falling in love feels like this" (Chapter 33)

The first time I read this, I had to set my PC down, go out to my apartment balcony, and just silently stare out into the night and resist the urge to smoke (that was half a joke) (I did feel a pang in my chest though) (and I did have to fight very hard not to smoke lwkehg;hge). I love the dialogue right after these panels too, when Yashiro said, "Your sister was lucky that you were there." That, along with Doumeki's reaction, hurt.

This was such an intimate scene between them. Yashiro was so vulnerable. So was Doumeki. I hadn't realized this until I reread Saezuru this year, but these two have always had such intimate scenes right from the start. It was a slow burn, yes, but they had always been instantly drawn to each other: Doumeki thinking Yashiro was beautiful and captivating, and Yashiro doing something he doesn't normally do with his subordinates the first time he met Doumeki. And it didn't clue in for me back in 2013, but their conversations with each other were much more intimate than the conversations they'd have with anyone else, right from chapter 1. I find that so precious.

5. Dream (Chapter 40)

I couldn't not include a scene from post-timeskip, BECAUSE I LOVE POST-TIMESKIP. I love Darkmeki and I love Yashiro and I love that the theme of post-timeskip centers around "change". Wish I could include that conversation Yashiro had with Tsunakawa about it, because I thought that drive-home was brilliant. I really appreciate that Yoneda Kou didn't have Yashiro and Doumeki get together right away after they have sex, and I really appreciate that the question was raised of: Do people change? Can people change on their own, or would you have to force them? Or are we always the same at our core? And I think the answer is of course a mixture of all of it, and that it's very much circumstantial and subjective, but I love how we're able to see the shifts in both Yashiro and Doumeki. How both men aren't quite the same people we knew pre-timeskip. Ten years ago I didn't think I would meet a version of Yashiro that wouldn't talk about sex 24/7, but here we are.

(Not to say that they're completely different now. They're still our Yashiro and Doumeki of course; I just wanted to gush about how well Yoneda Kou were able to flesh out her characters in such a complex, multidimensional way.)

ANYWAYS, I went on a rant without even mentioning these panels of Yashiro's dream. I love everything about it: Doumeki's face not showing, Yashiro running away and turning back to see Doumeki not there anymore, and that last panel of him standing in the middle of nowhere, lost and empty and lonely -- all of that was so incredibly told in pages of no words. UGH YONEDA KOU IS A GENIUS. It reminds me of that page of Yashiro looking at a mother and child in the rain; it's one of my favourite scenes too.

Honourary Mention (Chapter 4):

I should end with a more light-hearted one. THIS WAS CUTEEEE. I remember reading this for the first time and thinking Yashiro was just salty that his roleplay got ruined. But upon second reread (and maybe I'm delusional here), I thought he might've been happy to hear Doumeki say that.

We know Yashiro gets angry and irritated whenever he's happy to hear something sweet from Doumeki (like that extra when they ate together LOL), and that he had the same reaction of kicking the chair when Doumeki said he can't touch Yashiro's hair anymore. Which was cute to say. So I thought Yashiro might've lashed out in annoyance because he was glad that Doumeki doesn't mind. (I tried putting myself in Yashiro's shoes so many times trying to imagine how I would feel if Doumeki had said this............. and somehow came up with "happy" xD)

...........or maybe this was obvious to everyone and I've just been clueless. AAAAAAAA THIS IS WHY I LOVE ABOUT SAEZURU SO MUCH. It never spoon-feeds you information and lets its readers interpret :")

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #yashiro #doumeki chikara #囀る鳥は羽ばたかない #twittering birds never fly

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carcarcraziiv2 · 10 months

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Hello!! Just found your blog recently and your bf scenarios of heartsteel members were endearing to read!! Id like to request a scenario of f reader was a childhood friend of kayn and reader always been tbere for him even if he got kicked out of the band multiple times, reader will always support him because hes number 1 in her heart , there can be angst n fluff or whichever, take your time and thank you!!

Thanks so much for your request! I am WAY excited about getting one haha!

This prompt is simply great. I LOVE the idea of Kayn having a ride or die from childhood! Here it goes!

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TW- Fluff, angst, kissing, suggestive themes kinda???. Enter at your own risk!

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You had always admired Kayn.

Even when he is hot headed, when he lacks in confidence, you were, and always will be, there.

It all started when the two of you were in grade school. Kayn was often getting into little tiffs on the playground, and you made it a personal challenge to engage with him and try to make him a little happier.

"Hey, Kayn, right? It's good to meetcha. I was wondering if you wanted to play tag with me?" You had said, twiddling your thumbs and smiling shyly at him.

The little boy glared at you for a moment. Right as you were about to lose hope and turn away, it appeared something had switched in his brain.

"Sure, but no cheating!"

From that day forward, the two of you were like peas in a pod. Kayn was everchanging, as were you.

Eventually, Kayn developed some kind of alter ego he called Rhaast. You didn't really understand it. All you knew was that when he switched, someone was going to get hurt or something was going to happen.

Kayn was never really a sensitive or open person in a traditional sense. The two of you had off and on flings throughout middle and high school, until Kayn got into the band and party scene. You never gave up on your friendship, though.

There had been a few bands before the most recent. You went to all of their shows, accompanied him when he went to his little (mostly unsuccessful) meet and greets.

He was always so protective of you. If there was ever someone who was coming onto you or making you feel uncomfortable at a show, he would literally get off stage in the middle of a set and teach the person a lesson. You couldn't help but admire the way his dark pink hair brushed across his face as he prowled over to you to face the culprit. It made you blush, thinking of how he handled these situations.

One day, after a busy day at work, you got home to see Kayn sitting on the couch at your apartment looking wholly defeated.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting to see you here," you had said, your brow furrowed as you approached him. "Whatcha up to?"

"I don't want to talk," was all he said as you sat next to him. It was hard to accept that as an answer, so you pushed him just enough to get a reason.

"Well, you're sitting on my couch looking really upset. What happened?"

"I said I don't want to-," he looked at you swiftly, his nostrils flared and eyes angry. You knew Rhaast was close to the surface, but you held strong because you knew Kayn liked it when you stood up for yourself, even to him. He sighed when he saw the determined look in your eye. "Fine, I got kicked out of the band."

"Oh!" You exclaimed, shocked because it seemed like everything had been going really well for him and who you thought were his friends. They had done a couple shows, mostly just hanging out and jamming together. "What happened, Shadow?" He sighed again, a tad bit more dramatically, when you used his nickname. You had called him that ever since middle school when you would find him sulking in dark places like a weirdo.

"Well, apparently the guys don't like pranks. It was out of character for me to pull one, sure, but I didn't think a little 'poop on fire at your door' gag would piss them off so much. Whatever, I don't need them."

You tried and failed to hold back a laugh at his admitted fault. He looked back at you with his mismatched eyes and his lips quirked upward ever so slightly.

"Oh, Kayn, I'm so sorry. I don't mean to laugh but that is honestly really funny! I thought you all were chill; I'm surprised a stupid prank like that got them so riled up." Without realizing it, you reached up to adjust a piece of his hair that had fallen in front of his eyes while you let out another soft chuckle. You quickly snatched your hand away, mouth closing and eyes widening.

Kayn looked at you with a shocked expression for a moment, before he did something that made your heart race just like all the times previously when you two had dated. He leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips.

"Thank you, Y/N, for making me realize how funny I truly am," he smirked, clearly trying to adjust the topic from the kiss that had just happened.

That day, things had been different between the two of you. You weren't sure if it was because it was the first time the two of you had kissed in your adulthood, or if it was because you realized he chose your place to go to when he was feeling down.

It made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Your usual hangouts had turned into you stumbling over your words, blushing when he did anything remotely attractive, and overall, just a little more awkward.

It didn't take long for Kayn to find a new band, after that. You were excited to meet all of his new bandmates; Ezreal, Sett, Aphelios, Yone, and K'Sante. They were all sweethearts, and you couldn't help but think that this might be the band.

They named their band Heartsteel, and you were awestruck at how popular they became and how quickly. With that, of course, came consequences.

Every show, event, even just strolling through stores together, there were paparazzi and fans jumping all over Kayn. Inevitably, this drove a wedge between the two of you. He became so busy all of the time, and it was hard to find a moment for the two of you to see each other.

Back to present, you are working your usual nine to five office job. It's boring, but it pays the bills. You get to see all the fancy magazine articles and covers that Kayn and his band are in. You get to hear all of the stupid annoying girls at your office giggle and talk about how hot they all are.

You huff when one of them walks by your desk, joking about how she'd "do anything to get into Kayn's bed".

I bet you would. You thought. Unbeknownst to her, you had been in Kayn's bed, more than once in fact. Never daring to say anything about your relation to him in fear of being shut down or gaining too much attention, you just did your best to ignore it all.

The day was finally reaching its end when your phone vibrated in your purse. You opened it to see a text from Yone.

Hey, Y/N. It's Yone.

Oh, hey Yone. What's up?

Kayn is having some sort of... well, he's really upset right now, and he just keeps asking to see you. He doesn't sound like himself. Can I come get you and bring you over here?

You raise a brow at the message on your screen. It had been at least a month since the last time the two of you had spoken, as it was like pulling teeth to get Kayn to answer a text or a phone call in the first place, let alone now.

Don't worry about picking me up, I'll head over there now.

You quickly gathered your belongings and let your boss know you were heading out ten minutes early. Bidding your farewells, you left the building and climbed into your car. You took your heels off, adjusting your skirt so that your ass didn't stick to the leather as you flung your purse into the passenger seat.

A million thoughts raced through your mind, but one thing you were certain of. When you got there, that wasn't going to be Kayn.

It was going to be Rhaast.

The drive was about an hour, and when you pulled through the iron gates after inputting your code, Yone and Aphelios were waiting outside looking at their phones.

You put your car in park, put your shoes back on and quickly got out and speed-walked up to them.

"Hey guys, sorry it took me so lo-."

"No time for small talk, let's go," Yone all but dragged you through the door of the house they shared, leading you down a long hallway to the small practice and recording studio they put in. He didn't release your elbow until the two of you were standing right in front of the door, and he turned to look at you.

"I hate to say it but, be careful. He's acting a little...," Yone trailed off, as if trying to find a way to describe it.

"Manic? Crazy? Off the rails? Yeah, don't worry, I got this," You smiled politely at him, pushing him softly out of the way and opening the door to the room.

Contrary to your feigned confidence, your heart was beating out of your chest. What you saw when you entered had it racing even more.

Kayn was standing against the wall with no shirt, his arms crossed, smoking a cigarette. When he looked up and caught your gaze, his mouth turned up in a devilish grin. You hadn't realized it, but your mouth was dangling open as you ogled him.

His hair was damp from sweat, his muscles rigid as he stared back at you.

"Y/N, finally, you're here!" He greeted you, pushing himself off the wall and walking your direction after pinching the cherry off his smoke. Contrary to what you were thinking was going to happen, he walked past you and shut the door.

You blinked in shock when you heard the click of a lock.

"What's going on, Kayn?" your voice trembled as you asked, but you squared your shoulders and raised your chin none the less.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is that how you greet your best friend?" He murmurs, coming up behind you and wrapping his large arms around you. "I've missed you, Y/N."

You shuddered in his grasp before looking around the room with a sigh. "Is that why you trashed the studio? Because you missed me?"

He nuzzled his face into your neck and breathed in deeply, causing goosebumps to raise all over.

"Yes," he stated plainly. You weren't even surprised in his nonchalance about it. "Everything has been so overwhelming, lately. It doesn't take much for me to snap anymore, but when I see you all of those problems seem to melt away...". You were surprised, however, at how open he was being as soon as you got there. Kayn was never one to open up without a fight first. Perhaps the fight had already happened within himself.

You turned around in his arms to face him, looking up at him with a weak smile.

"I've missed you too, Shadow. I've got to admit, I don't like all the attention you're getting from girls either," you sigh. The vulnerability he approached you with must have been rubbing off. You didn't mind though. It was time for you to tell him how you really feel. "Kayn, I- I want to be-".

"Can you just be mine, already?" He interrupts, his eyes locked to yours. "I want you. I want every part of you. Nothing... Nothing feels right when you're not with me. The girls, the shows, none of it. So can you please please be mine?"

"I always have been, Shadow. And I always will be," leaning up, you place a kiss on his mouth. Retreating, you only get a moment before he slams his lips back onto your own, and you let out a little moan in acceptance.

"Always." He growls against your lips, and you know for once in all the time you've been his number one fan, that this time is forever.

The end :3

I kind of just went with the flow on this one. Hope you enjoyed!

#Heartsteel Kayn x Reader #Heartsteel Kayn #Heartsteel x Reader #League of Legends Fanfic #Kayn x Reader #Kayn Fanfic

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theoriginalkaminari · 4 months

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Izuku Midoriya x Yandere!S/O

Warnings: stalking, blood, swearing, middle school Bakugou and Midoriya, cannibalism, cutting, knifes and other materials.

"Come on, Y/N!" Izuku calls as he runs towards the shops, the green-haired boy looking back at you as he beams.

You smile brightly as you quickly follow your friend.

"I'm so excited!" The fourteen year old beams as he stops to wait for you. When you do catch up to him, he takes your hand to make sure you don't get lost in the big crowd.

You've always been in love with Izuku Midoriya. Always been obsessed and overprotective. For as long as you can remember, you were always by his side.

The two of you run up to the big window, Allmight posters and figures showing from the shop inside. You could see the excitment in Izuku's big green eyes as he stares at the window Allmight themed objects.

"Look! Oh wow, these look amazing, Y/N!" Izuku points to everything as he still holds your hand.

"Oi, nerd!" A familiar annoying voice says as it approaches from behind.

Izuku flinches at the voice, gripping onto your hand. "Oh no..." He mutters to himself as he turns to the ashy blonde.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be crying to your mommy?" Katsuki grins devilishly as his posse snickers behind him.

You give Katsuki and his posse a cold stare, annoyed of his attitude and personality. And his existence.

"I'm just looking at the new Allmight merch, Kacchan." Izuku says quietly, letting go of your hand incase Katsuki teases him for it later.

"Yeah? Well move out of the way, Deku. It my turn." He grins as he reaches a hand to shove Izuku aside.

You grab Katsuki's wrist, your eyes piercing him with your cold gaze. Your blood boiled in anger, and you would kill him on the spot if Izuku wasn't there with you. You don't even realize how tight your grip is until you hear a sharp crack.

Katsuki yelps as he pulls away, his wrist very much broken. Izuku's eyes widen, and he quickly takes your hand and runs off, leaving Katsuki and his posse to deal with it.

Once you two are far enough, Izuku grabs you by your shoulders. "Y/N! What were you thinking?!" He says, green eyes wide with shock and a bit of horror. "You can't just go around hurting people like that!"

The fear in his eyes breaks your heart. You look away from him, feeling a bit ashamed from his gaze.

"I'm sorry, Izuku." You say quietly. "I understand if you hate me..." You continue, your voice trembling ever so slightly. You felt a bit annoyed with Izuku. Couldn't he see that you did it for him?

Izuku takes you hands in his and looks at you with his soft green eyes. "Please look at me." He says softly. When you obey, he sighs. "I could never hate you, okay? But you need to promise me that you won't do anything like that again, okay?" He says in a soft but stern voice.

Not wanting to disappoint, you nod obediently.

You despised Katsuki Bakugou.

Every little thing that he did made your blood boil. Made you want to carve his face off and feed it back to him. Made you want to carve his heart out and hang it on your wall as a trophy.

The only reason you didn't do this, was because Izuku would be upset if he died. And making Izuku sad was something you did not want to achieve, so Katsuki's life was spared.

Until one day, you were walking down the hallway of the school when you heard a certain blonde's voice.

"You know, if you want a quirk so much than there might still be a way." He begins as you listen into the conversation.

"Pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the building."

Something inside you snapped that day. You felt your blood boil. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you were clenching them.

Something had to be done.

Katsuki spat up blood as he clutched his wound, trying to crawl away with you. The difficult thing about that was you cut off his hands so he would be hard for him to use his quirk at all.

You had cornered him into an old tool shed out behind and abandoned house, and this would be where he died.

You stared down at him with a cold gaze, blood splats on your clothes. You dug the scissors deep into his calf, torturing him with every sharp object you could find.

Katsuki let out a cry of pain as he tried to get away. This couldn't be the end. He couldn't die like this. He wanted to do so many things, go so many places. He held onto his dreams of becoming a hero. That was his motivation to try and escape.

You took a machete, slicing and cutting away at his arms with a cold expression on your face. You couldn't hear Katsuki's pleas and cries, all you could hear was a soft ringing in your ears.

Even if you could hear him, it wouldn't change anything.

Finally, you stopped toying with him, and dug the machete through his heart.

Katsuki Bakugou died on June 12, midnight.

Well, at least, you knew he died. Everyone else just thought he went missing. To be fair, you did chop his body to bits, and cleaned up very well. Surprisingly, you'd never done this before, but you were incredibly good at it.

Poor Mitsuki and Masaru. They were obviously distraught, so much that you almost felt bad about killing Katsuki. Almost.

They missed him so much, how could you not help a bit? Maybe you could just give them one last goodbye to their son.

Mitsuki smiled softly as she ate. "Wow..." she mutters to herself after swallowing the meat.

"This is fantastic, Y/N. You'll have to give us the recipe." Masaru said, smiling softly at you. "What type of meat is this?" He asks, tilting his head to the side slightly as he takes another bite of the thick stew.

The explosive kind, you wanted to say. But instead, you just gave them your best smile and laughed softly.

"Of course! It makes me really glad that I could make you both smile." You reply, dodging the question.

Mitsuki smiles softly at you. "Thank you." She says, bowing her head slightly. "We really appreciate this."

You left that night feeling happy that you gave the Bakugou family one last taste of their son.

You didn't feel bad, in particular. He hurt Izuku, and no one was allowed to do that. Katsuki Bakugou got what he deserved, you thought.

And you were still a good person, after all. You even watched Izuku as he slept to make sure he didn't have any bad dreams.

One day, he will love you. Who wouldn't?

#izuku x reader #bnha #mha #deku x reader #deku x male reader #izuku midoriya x female reader #izuku midoriya x male reader #mha izuku #izuku midoriya x reader #Yandere

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nextikeu · 1 year

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i'm sorry — psh.

SUMMARY. a dark forest during winter wasn't the way you thought you'd die,but here you are.

GENRE. vampire!sunghoon, vampire!reader, established relationship, character death (kinda), mentions of blood, drinking blood, rivalry between brothers, angst, fluff (if you squint), crying,suggestive content (not really)

side note : I have no knowledge of this vampire stuff so some things might not make sense :/

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It is often said that love is another reason to give you motivation for living. Love. Something you never knew since your parents abandoned you from a young age. Until he came into your life. Park SungHoon. He used to be a competitive ice skater,until his parents divorced,not willing to keep him in the rink.

Sunghoon made you feel in ways you never felt in all of your years of living. He made you feel alive. He gives that boost of energy whenever you need it,enveloping you in hugs,planting kisses on your face while whispering soft praises in your ear every time.

Of course,like every couple,you had numerous fights,often ending with you both stripping each other's clothes,waking up together every morning. And that's how you always forgave him. Either he fucked you real good,either he apologized with his eyes puffy while you let him cry in your chest.

Not long enough you found out that Sunghoon is a vampire. You wish he was just joking but you saw him with your own eyes. He killed your ex boyfriend, sucking the blood out of him while you watch the scene in front of your eyes in horror.

Ever since you found out he was a vampire, you practically begged him to bite you, completely not believing that you'll turn into one. And he did bit you. While walking through a forest, he found himself very thirsty and lucky for him, your neck was next to him. However, you did turn into a vampire,according to him. Yes, you do have fangs,but you never felt the need to drink blood and you thank whoever made these vampire laws for that.

Being a few years older than you, he spoiled you more than anyone. Buying you flowers almost everyday, walking you to highschool and waiting for you to go home together. Everything was great until you went home after school alone,finding Sunghoon in the living room,lying on the floor,blood coming out of his stomach.

Like every other relationships,there is someone who doesn't stand the fact you are dating each other, and that someone is his best friend, Jay.

He is the one who hurt Sunghoon,threatening to kill him if he doesn't stay away from you.

Sunghoon always assured you that everything will be okay, lying that Jay would probably lose interest if you didn't give him any attention,which you didn't. But things did turn worse, each time Sunghoon came home injured, wounds decorating his pale skin, while you blame yourself every time it happens.

And here you are now, running away from Jay and his friends. Among the freshly fallen snow, Sunghoon stood out like a drop of ink on a white canvas,dressed in black from head to toe. He was already injured, and you could feel his body weaken,having to carry him in your arms.

Out of nowhere,just like a hard rainy day,Jay stood in front of you, hands balled up in fists,while Sunghoon grabbed your arm,telling you to run. On your way out,you meet a boy who you assume it's Jake,one of Jay's friends. He is quick to grab your wrist, while taking you somewhere else.

In reality,Sunghoon knew everything about Jay and his friends. All of them are brothers,well not blood-related brothers,but growing up together tightened their bond,being inseparable. But that didn't stop Sunghoon from betraying them, dating a human. You. He betrayed his brothers because he loved you too much to let you go,not caring about what the others will think. A vampire and a human, something that others will say it's a cliché, but you worked it out.

But if there's one thing he had forgotten about his brothers is that they have superpowers. Something he was never gifted with,making him the powerless brother,always left out.

Sticking his dagger in Jay's stomach,Sunghoon feels that something isn't right. Just a second ago, when he thought he was fighting Jay,he quickly took out the dagger,breaking the illusion,revealing your figure.

Just as the illusion crumbled,his heart did the same.

With his lips parting in shock,he watched as your body went limp,falling to your knees like a trampled flower by the road. He is quick to throw away the knife,catching you in his arms.

It feels funny to him the way he didn't hesitate to end the life of his own brother,but yet he is witnessing you die right in his embrace. Regret washed over him, feeling his eyes watering.

You were fighting with your own body to keep your eyes open,your breath shortening,struggling to let words out. Even if you are a vampire,your body weakens more each time you take a deep breath.

A petrified Sunghoon stood in place,his brain not comprehending what's happening at the moment as he stared at you: your face was pale,lips almost blue while you pressed your palm on your wound trying to stop the blood from pouring. He watched as soft whimpers escaped your mouth,closing your eyes as you pressed harder on the cut on your abdomen. Tears were rolling down your cold cheeks,feeling his hands shaking under you.

With the way his hands were holding you and his voice trembling while calling your name simultaneously it was evident you're slipping away from him,death approaching you.

He couldn't believe it. How could he let this happen to you? If only he had listened to his brothers, if only he realized he's putting you in danger - how is he going to live knowing what he did to you?

All the pain you had suffered from was always caused by him and he wishes he was in your place now, dying so you wouldn't have to deal with his bullshit anymore. The broken sob your throat emitted made his inside burn,holding onto your fragile body as you struggled to sit back on your knees,trying to face him.

He even thought about taking you to the hospital,but it was too late. Then he finally realized that no matter what he does - he will lose you, right now, in a forest, a place you were always afraid of.

How would your friends react? He had just taken away someone's life. Your future,all your hopes and dreams - he stole them away from you.

Something flashes before his eyes, a foggy memory of his younger self. His limp body lying down on the cold snow,while his brothers were pacing around him. Then he remembered. His older brother,Heeseung. He told him that if vampires get badly injured, drinking another's vampire blood will cure them,so he immediately thought of you. But Heeseung also told him that once you drink another's vampire blood,that vampire will fade,vanishing in thin air. And so he is willing to take this risk if that is what will make you live,for both of you.

He grabs your shoulders,leveling his face with yours,his cold breath fanning over your features. His voice was shaky,preparing himself to leave you,willing to end his own life.

"___ you have to bite me."

"no,no I can't."

You shake your head in despair as he cups your cheeks,wiping the tears away. He nods and hums,begging you to do this,telling you he will not be the one who'll live. You wrap your hands around his shoulders,holding him tight,your tears wetting his coat. You feel him kiss your shoulder,then your forehead and then finally your lips. The kiss was a soft one,almost nonexistent,not like you could feel anything from how hard your body was bleeding. He breaks the hug,kissing your blooded hand,placing his own ring on your finger.

He whispers soft praises in your ear ,casually muttering apologies, while his hand is patting the side of your head as you sob uncontrollably. You bring your head back from his shoulder,looking in his eyes.

"Please don't make me do this."

Your eyes were begging him,your croaky voice telling him that this is not the only way you'll live.

your body slowly gave in as your head dropped in his chest,his arms supporting you.

"___ ,I'm sorry."

He gave you a final nod and you felt a tear stopping on your cheek. Not running down,just laying flat on your cheek,almost if it had frozen.

You frown,confused why it had to happen to you. Why do you have to lose the only person in your life? Why are you out of everyone?

And so you did it. You sunk your teeth in his neck,starting to suck his blood. You felt so disgusting and dirty, how can you do this to him? Why is he letting you live? Hot tears were now cascading on your cheeks as you watched his figure slowly vanish in thin air,leaving you alone.

Fragile snowflakes started to fall down on the surface. Broken sobs fell out of your mouth as you stared at your hands. You bring your hand to your mouth,kissing the ring he gave you. The snow under you was now melting,your tears falling down like a river.

Trying to get up,your weak body betrays you as you fall to your knees again,feeling a sharp pain in your chest. You touch the wound on your stomach,feeling dry blood,realizing it healed.

He healed it. He gave his life for you,so he wouldn't feel guilty.

You look around yourself in a way of getting familiar with the place. But the only thing you could see were trees,snow and your blood decorating half of it. You place your hands on the ground trying to stabilize yourself as you slowly get up. Then you feel a presence behind you,making you turn your heels.

You see him. Sunghoon. Standing tall in front of you. You feel like your mind was messing with you because there was no way he was still alive after you saw him practically disintegrate in the air. He smiles at you and you feel your heartbeat quicken, a warm feeling settling down in your chest.

"If I pretend you're still here then I'll go insane. You know I hate that."

This is not real,none of this is real, you tell yourself, feeling frustrated and confused. You shake your head again,finding your way out of the forest.

And that was it. Four years of relationship were gone just like that. You concluded that you have to live your life,for both. Damn you,Park Sunghoon. Why did you have to save me?

#enhypen angst #enhypen #enhypen smau #sunghoon #sunghoon smau #angst #idk what else to tag #vampire #sunghoon angst

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wandabear · 1 year

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WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER

ㅤㅤ Summary: 17 years ago, a New Jersey high school girls’ soccer team travels to Seattle for a national tournament. While flying over Canada, their plane crashes deep in the wilderness, and the surviving team members are left stranded for nineteen months.

This is a fic based on the tv show ’Yellowjackets’. You don't need to watch the show to read it. I make it clear that it WILL NOT BE the same, to make it more interesting. Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN FINALE Ao3

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WARNINGS: some fluff, angst, mentions about alcoholism/drugs. Death. Blood. These girls are 18 years old.

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“Y/N.” Wanda gasped.

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Completely paralyzed, that's how she felt. She wondered if she was still alive, but of course she was, cause that her heart was beating so hard it would break her chest soon.

ㅤㅤㅤ She was there. Y/N was there, in front of her.

Wanda didn't say anything, just turned on her heels and walked into the kitchen angrily, glaring at Natasha like a ferocious animal. Nat just followed after her, with an apologetic look at Y/N.

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“What is she doing here?” Wanda hissed, leaning on the kitchen counter. Was she seeing right? That was Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.

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“She’s with us.” Nat sighed, knowing so well that Wanda would react that way, and couldn't blame her.

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“Oh, wow. Nice. Suddenly she’s with you both, out of nowhere. After everything she did?” Wanda crossed her arms, pissed off.

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“Wanda, she changed.”

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Wanda let out a sardonic laugh. “People don't change, Natasha.”

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Those words weighed heavily on them, all of them. Nat came over to grab two beers from the fridge and hand one over to her friend. “Well, we did, didn't we?”

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The brunette was quiet, knowing that Natasha was right. She just took the beer and rolled her eyes.

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“She recently got out of rehab, but has been trying. I was suspicious too but... Jules is happy, and Y/N has been good this time.”

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“Just give her this chance.” The redhead whispered, asking from the bottom of her heart. Wanda had always been the voice of reason for her, and she was for Wanda. “She’s doing good lately.”

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Sighing in defeat, Wanda just decided to nod and swallow all her pride for a while. They both returned to the living room, where they found Y/N and Jules possibly talking about the same thing. ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N got up from the couch quickly, a somewhat wistful and guilty look.

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“I’m sorry.” It was the first thing she said, what else? More than apologizing for everything she did. “I know what I-”

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“Save your apologies for the next time you stick your nose in a bag of cocaine. I’ll accept you to be here just because of them, just that. Not you.” Wanda said annoyed and then turned to see Natasha, not noticing the deep pain that those words caused in Y/N. But, she deserved it. “Wanna tell me why I'm here?”

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But Nat narrowed her eyes, Wanda didn't know that?

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“Wait, you don’t know?” Jules asked a bit curious. They all looked at each other, they all believed that each had been threatened.

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“About what?” Wanda seemed like a locked up animal, not understanding what was happening right now.

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“Wanda… Did anyone call you lately?” Natasha crossed her arms and perched against the wall.

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The sokovian began to get desperate. “No, what are you talking about?”

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“Wanda, have you received any postcards lately?” Y/N moved forward to take her bag and took something out of it.

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“Do they let you send postcards at rehab?” she scoffed. Of course the ironic way she said it was quite painful. Y/N just narrowed her eyes, she wasn't going to let Wanda walk all over her either, right?

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“Wanda, answer the damn question.” Nat said nuzzling the bridge of her nose. So tired.

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The brunette just sighed. “No, why?”

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“Someone is blackmailing us all.” Y/N handed the postcard she was carrying this whole time. “Sent us these postcards, now he calls us blackmailing us.”

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“How do we know it's a ‘he’ and not a ‘she’? Or… or a they.” Wanda raised an eyebrow.

ㅤㅤㅤ The brunette looked at the postcard carefully. A photograph of the Canadian Rockies, when she turned it over it didn't say anything, just that strange drawing.

The macabre symbol. This horrible feeling ran through her.

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Trying to shut out the memories, Wanda swallowed hard and put the postcard down on the coffee table, avoiding looking at it again. “What do they want?”

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“Fifty grand in cash to keep their mouth shut.” Nat watched her wife who got up to make some coffee and clear her mind, Jules was quieter than usual.

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“We're not sure exactly what they know, but...” Y/N scoffs. “I sure as hell don't want to find out.”

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Wanda frowned and pointed at them. “You both got one?”

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“Jennifer did to, but not Yelena.” Y/N put her hands on her waist. “Do you have suspicions of who it could be? Anything strange that happened to you this time?”

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“That reporter.” Wanda sat on one of the sofas, quite worried right now. “I thought I told you to take care of her.” She looked seriously at Natasha.

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The Russian rolled her eyes, fed up. “I told her to back off. What else do you want me to do? Threaten her? I don't want to lose my job.”

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Y/N took her phone and searched for a name among her contacts. She wrote a quick message but hasn't sent it yet.

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“What are you doing?” Wanda asked between curious and annoyed.

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“I'm gonna bring Christine Everhart... And I'll just say, ‘Oh, I'm ready to tell my story’. Piece of cake.”

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“Don’t do that, Y/N! What the hell?” Wanda yelled. ㅤㅤ Nat shook her head quickly. “No, because if it’s not her, then we are just handing her the exact kind of story she's looking for.”

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“You know, I don't like when you yell at me.” Y/N grimaced and put her phone back in her pocket.

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Nat sighed, completely exhausted. “Can you get the money?”

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“I'm working on it.” Y/N nodded.

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“It's a good thing you had some money from the lawsuit and you didn't inhale it all.” Wanda smiled wryly.

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Tired of Wanda’s attitude, Y/N gave her the middle finger. “Your husband spent it in a damn electronics store, babe. Microwaves and toasters. You're not the smartest ovenbird of all, are you? Soccer mom.”

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“Fuck you, Y/N!”

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“Fuck you too!”

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“STOP! Can you both just-” Nat tried but then inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. “A blackmailer is enough, isn't it? Enough of you two.”

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Y/N and Wanda glared at each other once more and then fell silent, nodding.

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“Let's do this together, okay? So shut up, because our lives are in danger.” Nat pointed at them both. “Y/N, once you do have the money, we put a GPS tracker in with the cash, and that way we can follow it and see who, what we're dealing with... together.”

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The redhead looked at them for a moment, hoping that they would both agree for the first time in a long time.

Y/N and Wanda looked at each other and then nodded, knowing that they should sign the peace whether they wanted to or not.

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“By the way… is Jules okay?” Wanda asked curiously, looking at the door to the kitchen. “She's more… quiet than usual.”

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“Yeah, I don't know. I'll go talk to her… I think all this is getting to her a bit.” Natasha sighed and walked towards the kitchen, but not before turning to see them. “You two stay here and don't kill each other.”

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They both stayed silent for a while.

Y/N turned to look at her, trying to have a chat but Wanda just rolled her eyes away from her and got up to walk towards the backyard and get some air.

Taking a deep breath and gathering the necessary courage, Y/N went through the door to go out into the backyard.

She found Wanda sitting on one of the benches, maybe thinking about everything that happened.

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Y/N licked her lips and walked towards her, sitting next to her. “Hey.”

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“I think I made it clear that I wanted to be alone, or rather, not talk to you.” The sokovian sighed exhausted.

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“There’s no choice but to listen to me.” Y/N smirked with a certain tenderness, one that Wanda hadn't seen for many years. “Wanda… I’m still-”

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“Don’t.” She cut her off with a hiss through her teeth. Wanda shook her head.

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Y/N tried to go further and stood next to her. “I’m still in love with you, Wands.”

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“Don’t call me that.”

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Y/N sighed. She perfectly understood that Wanda would act like this, after everything they had been through. But it also hurt a lot.

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“But I know the damage I did to you, and I'm very sorry. If I could go back in time, I would.” The dark-haired woman tilted her head to see her, noticing how the sokovian refused to look at her. “I know that my suffering wasn’t an excuse for what I did, but still, I’m sorry. I did a lot, so many wrong stuff... a lot, but breaking your heart was one of the worst.”

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She never noticed that the tears had already started to fall down her cheeks, Y/N just wiped them away with her hands. “I loved you, Wanda, I always loved you.” She finally opened up.

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But Wanda just kept silent, looking at the bright full moon in the sky.

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“I have a family now.” The brunette said and then pursed her lips, taking the courage to say what she had to say. “I love my kids, that's the only love that matters to me now.”

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“I know.” Y/N kept her hands in the pockets of her jacket, watching the quiet night. “I'm glad to know you’re happy.”

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The sound of the crickets brought back so many memories, some good, some really bad.

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“I didn't say that.” Wanda's voice was so low that Y/N thought she misheard something.

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Y/N whispered, looking at her again. “What?”

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“I didn't say that.” Wanda turned to see Y/N, finally. The tension was increasing, as well as love and disappointment. “I didn't say I was happy.”

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Y/N didn't know what to say to that. All she ever wanted was for Wanda to be happy, even if she wasn't.

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“I mean, I am. With my little ones, my children.” She lowered her gaze for a moment, playing with her rings. But one was missing, one of the most important ones and Wanda was okay with it.

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Y/N looked at her, thinking that maybe if everything had been different, now they could be something nice together. Maybe a family too. “Then I hope you can find your happiness soon, because you have always deserved it. You have always been so special, Wanda.”

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Y/N swallowed, feeling the angsty lump in her throat. “I'm sorry that those of us who are close didn’t see that sooner.”

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“Can we…” Y/N tried. “Can we try to be friends?”

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Somewhat thoughtful and confused, Wanda just shrugged. I think it was too much for one night. “I don't know.”

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“That's not a 'no'. That's enough for me already.” She smiled slightly, giving the Sokovian a little nudge.

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Wanda turned to see her, this time without all that anger and resentment in her green eyes. “I'm glad you're sober. They missed you too much.”

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“Me too.” Y/N sighed deeply and they both stayed together, sharing the silence for a long time.

The breeze moved her hair slowly. Y/N kept her hands in the pockets of her jacket, staring at that grave in front of her.

A bucket of violets were resting on one side of the tombstone, trying to give some color to that pretty name that didn't deserve to be there.

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CLAIRE ANN Y/L/N. 1966 – 2004 Kind hearted mom, aunt and teacher. ㅤㅤ

Those eyes filled with tears but then she brushed them away with the sleeve of her shirt.

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“I owed her this a long time ago.” Y/N looked at her aunt's tombstone with melancholy. “I didn't know how to do it, now being here is so…”

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“Empty?” Jules's voice made her smile a bit. They both stand in front of the grave in that cemetery, they were surrounded by trees and a beautiful and vast green.

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“Yeah.” Y/N sniffled. “I was afraid that I would be here, try to find her presence but end up realizing that she's not here, she's not anywhere. She just left.”

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“I know.” Jules took her arm and rested her head on Y/N's shoulder, looking at that name over and over again. “But you're wrong. She is in us, and in everything we do, what we can do better... she would never have done the things we did, but still, we just have to try.”

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Y/N was silent, thinking about everything that happened. Not only in the woods but also when they came back. All the things did in the name of grief.

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“We did fucked up stuff in that place, Y/N. We let whatever was there consume us completely.” Jules whispered, turning to see her.

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Y/N tilted her head, noting the melancholy in her sister's eyes. “Was there something really there haunting us or was it just us? Did she exist or was it just our mind?”

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Jules just swallowed and smiled sadly. The answer could be much sadder or darker than what she was going to say. “Is there a difference in that?”

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Y/N didn't say anything, just nodded. Jules was absolutely right. They left the forest long ago, but the forest never let them go.

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“I apologized to Wanda.” Y/N met Jules's gaze, looking for any sign of approval. Jules just nodded slowly, it was something you should have done a long time ago. “I still love her, you know?”

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“Tell me something I don't know.” Jules teased and nudged her gently.

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“I do… I do have to tell you something you don't know.” Jules swallowed, trying to gather her courage. “In fact, something no one knows and no one can know.”

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Y/N looked at her curiously, it seemed to be a big deal.

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“I’m pregnant.”ㅤㅤ

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Jules let go quickly and closed her eyes, exhaling deeply. Oh, she felt like she was dropping the biggest weight in the world. Ever since she saw the test in the bathroom, she tried to shut all those thoughts and feelings out of her and now she was finally letting go.

Felt so good.

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"Really?" Y/N's cheerful voice made Jules widen her eyes and see how she smiled widely. "You're going to have a baby? Oh my gosh, Jules! You're pregnant!” ㅤㅤ

“I’m having a baby!”

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She hugged Jules and began to spin, making her laugh. Perhaps a bit awkward to watch in a graveyard, but they didn't care. They both hugged each other for a while until the taller one moved away from her.

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“Wait, what did Nat say?”

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Jules smile faded when she heard that question. She didn’t know what to say, she only felt how the joy was gone and the fear came back to haunt her.

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“She doesn't know yet.” Jules looked down nervously. “And I ask you not to tell her anything.”

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“Oh, yup. You want to surprise her, don't you?” Y/N smiled broadly but seeing how her sister didn't say anything and looked like a deer about to be run over, she began to worry. “Jules?”

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“I-I don't know how to do it.” Jules began to tear up, those eyes filled with tears as she began to walk away. “The other day she told me that with all this, the best thing that could happen to us was that the IUI failed.”

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“Then what are you going to do?” Y/N followed her with concern. “Hide it and run away? You can't hide a pregnant belly for long.”

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Jules said nothing, just swallowed her anguish and kept walking to the car.

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“Jules, you can’t do that.”

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“Don't know.” She turned to face Y/N, her hands trembled from the nerves and anxiety she felt. “Just don’t say anything for now, okay?”

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“I can't lie to her.” Y/N stammered, feeling a deep sadness. She was doing everything so well, Y/N was recovering the relationship she had with Nat slowly. Was working hard to mess it up now. “I'm trying to do things right, beginning again.”

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“You have to.” Jules took her hand and squeezed it. The look and despair in her made Y/N feel enormous guilt. Sometimes just looking into Jules's eyes, she could see her Aunt Claire's. “Please, until I can tell her myself. Okay? Please.”

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Y/N was quiet for a moment and then just nodded. The dark-haired woman smiled gratefully and hugged her tightly.

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“Is here? My little bumblebee?” Y/N asked placing her hand on Jules's belly carefully. She had never thought about having children but, sometimes she wondered what it would feel like to be part of a family.

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“Yeah, I think so.” Jules smiled tenderly and nodded, wiping away a small tear that escaped. It was the first time that someone referred to her baby in that way. “I have to go to my doc tomorrow to be sure.”

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Y/N frowned. “Are you going alone?”

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Jules nodded sadly.

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“I don't want you to do it alone. If Natasha is not coming, then I'll go with you.”

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“Thank you, Y/N/N.” Jules bit her lower lip, feeling enormous gratitude for her but also a terrible guilt and sadness at having to hide something so important from her wife. “I don’t know how to do it.”

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“She's going to hate me, you know? She told me that she wasn't ready, and-and-with the whole blackmailer thing… oh god, what am I going to do?” Jules whimpered. "she never listens to me."

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“Hey, everything will be fine, come here.” Y/N wrapped her arms around Jules and kissed her forehead, trying to comfort the girl. “It's all good, sis, you got me. We'll see what to do. You'll never be alone.”

ㅤㅤBEFORE

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“We have to do something and now.” Y/N said while all the girls were sitting around her. It was time to have to do something to save themselves, rather than wait in that wrecked plane surrounded by graves and trees. “We can't stay here to die.”

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“Do you have a better idea?” Hope arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms.

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"Yeah, I think we should walk around and try to find the river that Kate said she saw when she went up the hill.” Y/N sighed, now all eyes were on Kate Bishop.

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“How far is it?” Natasha frowned.

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“Maybe 6 or 8 miles away?” Kate shrugged, feeling a little exposed. Clearly there were some girls who didn't want to leave the plane for fear of not being found, and others who wanted to survive.

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“That river could be even further away!” Sharon got up and stood next to Hope. “I say we should stay on the plane, where we'll be sure they'll come looking for us.”

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“We've got two days of water, tops.” Natasha said closing her eyes hoping that the headache she felt would pass soon, but not with so many screams. The girls kept arguing, getting louder.

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“What if the rescue team comes?”

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“Do you think they're taking their time on purpose? If they knew where we were, they would be here already.” Y/N was sick of her being so stubborn. For two days, Sharon continued to contradict her in everything she could.

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“I’m with Y/N. Being here we have achieved nothing but wasting time.” Wanda sighed.

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“You don't know that.” The blonde one hissed. “And what if you take the wrong path and walk away? We don't even have a fucking compass!”

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“We have the one from the plane.” Carol stood up and pointed to the compass in the roof of the plane, with a good kick that would come out easy. “It's something I'm willing to run for.”

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“Why are you defending her? You guys argued at the party the other day! Now you’re on her side?” Sharon screamed.

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“Shut up, Sharon, for God's sake. It's not about sides, it's about survive.” Natasha intervened fed up with everyone. “If we go, we'll all go.”

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The decision was submitted to a vote among all and clearly, Y/N won by the majority of votes.

They made a new stretcher to transport Ward, who just kept silent. Ever since he had woken up, the man had been quiet and more annoyed than ever.

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Losing a leg hadn't been easy, but it seemed like he'd even lost the will to live. Although perhaps it was that her job was no longer to put up with those complaining stupid girls, so he didn't care in the slightest what happened to them.

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The path was rocky, but worst of all was finding the dead body of a bear that had apparently been attacked by something, wolves they guessed.

Slowly, they all headed towards the lake doing a bit of hiking through the rocky area.

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It took some hours, and despite Sharon's annoying snarky comments, the first to spot the lake was Jules who whooped happily. Without taking another minute, she ran towards the lake while taking off her clothes and jumped into the river.

The others did the same, finally finding the first sign that they could survive.

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They all jumped into the water, except for Hope who stayed behind to make sure Ward was okay and Sharon who didn't seem too happy that she was 'wrong'.

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Y/N let out a happy laugh when she got to taking off her shirt keeping the panties. She finally felt the cold water but didn’t hesitate to keep going, until she reached her friends who floated and swam happily.

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“You were right.” Wanda smiled as she swam around her. Moving away from the other girls who kept saying how handsome Pietro looked without a shirt. ㅤㅤㅤ

“You know I am.” Y/N she smiled completely proud.

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“The one who isn't happy is Sharon.” Nat said as she floated and kept her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun against her face.

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“Come on, let's do some shoulder wars!” Jules threw water at them, inviting them to play.

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Natasha offered Jules to climb on her shoulders, while Wanda climbed onto Y/N's shoulders. The Sokovian looked quite embarrassed and flushed, but Y/N helped her up.

They began to fight among themselves, laughing and pushing. Wanda and Y/N were winning until the warmth of Wanda’s skin sent a shiver down Y/N's back. That made the taller one lose her balance and both fell into the water.

Nat and Jules cheered and continued to play against Yelena and Kate. ㅤㅤㅤ

Both came to the surface, not realizing that the proximity between them was shorter than they thought. The tension between the two increased when their eyes met.

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“Sorry, it was my fault.” Y/N said with a dumbfounded, watching how one of the drops fell down Wanda's face. Oh, the sokovian looked so beautiful that she could barely put two words together. Those huge green eyes were so beautiful, her glasses sometimes didn't allow her to appreciate them as she should.

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“It was my fault, I made you lose your balance.” Wanda whispered, gawking too. And both of them would have been lost at that moment if it weren't for the fact that Wanda opened her eyes wide, realizing. “My glasses! I can't see well without them!”

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“Oh, wait. Let me help you.” Y/N rushed to jump into the water quickly. She tried to look around and smiled when finally she found them not far from them.

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Once she surfaced, Y/N approached Wanda with a huge smile. “I got them!”

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“Oh, thank you!” Wanda was completely grateful, waiting for Y/N to give them to her, but Y/N decided to approach and carefully put them on.

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“Here you go.” Y/N whispered.

ㅤㅤㅤ The closeness once again made both of them a few centimeters from each other, feeling the tension between them.

They were grateful to be away from each other or anyone would have noticed how crazy they were for each other. Even if Wanda didn't even notice.

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“Perfect, now you look even more beautiful.” Y/N said without caring about anything other than her heart beating wildly.

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Wanda’s wet hair, those green eyes, those soft pink lips, the pale skin. Now she realized that she was only wearing a bra. I don't think she's ever seen anything more attractive in her life.

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“Hey, guys… Look!”

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Jennifer's voice made everyone turn to see what she was talking about, breaking the moment. Y/N she looked up the hill, between the trees, there was some kind of reflection.

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“What is that?” Wanda murmured confused, maybe a little hopeful. It looked like a reflection, like when the sun was hitting a mirror or something. That meant there was something that could be of help.

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“It looks like a reflection.” Y/N replied as she slowly got out of the water, without taking her eyes off the spot. “Guys, there's something on the hill!”

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“Let's check it out.” Nat nodded as they walked out of the lake so they could get dressed.

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They walked for a while in a certain hurry until they finally found that place.

Y/N hurried when she saw a cabin in the woods, and suddenly hope hit her like a punch.

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“Guys, it's here. It's here!” She yelled as she ran for the door, knocking many times. “Hello! Anybody home?!”

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Natasha joined in quickly, banging on one of the windows and also on the door. All the girls began to shout desperate for help, until they managed to open the door.

Y/N and Nat went in first, making sure everything was okay but all they found was a completely abandoned cabin. Well, at least it seemed that way since dust and cobwebs dominated the place.

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“Hello? Is anyone here?”

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“Maybe they just went on a hike?” Kate said with a certain innocence as she looked at some cobwebs on the old sofa.

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“Yeah, like a decade ago.” Yelena growled arching an eyebrow, venturing to explore the place.

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There was only a dusty fireplace, a sofa, some tables and a cupboard. The stairs showed that there was an attic, which surely was much dustier than that place.

Jules was going to enter but stopped at the entrance for a moment, feeling a strange sensation run through her body.

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“It reeks in here.” Sharon complained, wrinkling her nose.

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“You guys, check the pantry, see if there's any food.” Natasha nodded. “Everyone else, look around for stuff we can use. First aid, flashlights, tools.”

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They all took it upon themselves to look for everything that would be useful. Of course, a telephone would have been very helpful, but there was no communication with the outside world.

Whoever lived there had nothing but hunting supplies and canned food for maybe weeks.

The huge deer skull on the fireplace made Jules shift uncomfortably.

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“Don't worry, guys. We might be stuck in the middle of nowhere, but, hey, at least there's porn.” Y/N teased taking some pornographic magazines from a drawer. Some of the girls came up to gossip about what it was about, even Pietro who raised an eyebrow seeing the pictures.

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“Holy shit.” Jennifer giggled, turning a few pages. “I'm not kidding. Look.”

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She showed Natasha who just smiled and shook her head. “Sassy.”

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“Hey, this guy kind of looks like you, Piet.” Sharon arched a flirtatious brow as Pietro leaned in to see.

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“If only any of you actually looked like her.” The boy said somewhat annoyed.

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“Okay. Yeah. Very funny.” Jules rolled her eyes.

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Night came and the girls were grateful for having found a refuge in that forest. Pieces of a plane weren't going to save them if a pack of wolves decided to come over when they saw the bonfire.

ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N was in charge of distributing some snacks thanks to the cans they found. It wasn't much, but enough to keep them going that night without an empty stomach.

Crickets chirped in the dark night, the lights from the cabin the only thing to be seen in the place. Besides the moonlight. There was no electricity so they had to make do with some old gas lamps and the fireplace.

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The dark-haired girl sighed, feeling cold but she felt much better outside than inside that weird cabin. Jules swallowed hard and tried to stay strong, standing on the porch of the cabin.

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The door opened and Natasha stepped out, closing the door behind her.

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“Fuck's your deal?” Nat frowned, hugging herself against the cold. “Come inside, we are about to go to sleep.”

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Jules sighed and shook her head, looking atthe dark night around her. “I just have a bad feeling about this place.”

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“Well, yeah, because it stinks and there are spiders that could eat your face.” The redhead sighed and moved closer to her, placing a hand on her back. “But, hey, after that dead bear we saw today, I'm not gonna let you sleep out here, okay? Come on. Let's go.”

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Jules shrugged, somewhat annoyed. “Why do you care, anyway?”

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“Because I’m your friend.” Nat arched an eyebrow, not understanding what was Jules problem now. "What's going on with you?"

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“I'm not going to sleep there.”

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Nat was ready to walk in and let her do whatever the hell she wanted, but when she took two steps, turned to face Jules one more time. “Are you kidding me right now? ‘a bad feeling’, Julia? I don't believe in that shit, and you're not going to either. Okay?”

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Jules clenched her jaw, not moving from her spot. Both looks expressed an inner fire that went beyond passion, but Natasha was never going to accept it.

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“So get your ass inside.”

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“You never listen to me!” Saying nothing more, Jules just shook her head and stormed into the cabin, completely furious.

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Y/N noticed how her friend entered and lay down next to her without saying anything. Jules just snuggled against her, trying not to cry. Y/N knew exactly why, but she promised not to pry.

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Wanda, who was making herself comfortable and covering herself with some old blankets, noticed that and looked at Y/N, whispering to her: “Is she okay?”

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Y/N sighed and nodded, responding in the same way. “Natasha.”

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“Oh.” Wanda nodded slowly. “Are they a thing?”

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“Kinda.” Y/N wrinkled her nose.

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They both chatted for a moment until they fell asleep, the crackling of the fireplace and the exhaustion of swimming invited them to lose themselves in dreams.

But maybe half an hour later, a loud bang was heard in the attic, making everyone to wake up in fright.

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“What the fuck was that?!” Y/N exclaimed, getting up and looking at the stairs to the attic. She got up and covered herself with a blanket.

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Y/N walked taking the lead, though Natasha came closer with concern as well.

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“Stay behind.” They ordered the others.

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“What are you doing?” Wanda said worried, trying to go after them but Pietro stopped her.

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They both went up the stairs slowly, Y/N turned to see Nat, trying to gather courage. "You open and I go, okay?"

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Nat nodded, placing a hand on the attic door. At the count of three, she opened and Y/N jumped to face whatever was there.

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“Oh, fuck.”

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But the only thing that was found was dust, some objects and an old corpse in a chair. Seemed to be several years old already dead; it was a man and next to him lay a rifle with which he apparently taken his own life.

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Y/N coughed and covered her mouth, finding out why the cabin stank. Nat was as surprised as she was, but the one who didn't seem surprised at all was Jules who looked at the corpse with a certain melancholy.

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On one side of the body, that weird symbol had been carved into the wood. She just looked at Natasha and said: “You never listen to me.”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤNOW

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“What part of "hurry up" did you not understand?” Y/N complained when Wanda got into her car. They were parked outside the motel out of town. Everything was ready to carry out the plan.

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Wanda took off her cap and laughed wryly.

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“It takes you getting blackmailed for you to finally care about being late?” Wanda snorted. “I'm sorry, but we all have families and lives, okay? Oh yeah, you don’t.”

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Y/N narrowed her eyes, clearly noticing a rather aggressive attitude towards her. Maybe Wanda was having a bad night, but she wasn't her personal punching bag.

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“Fuck that.” Y/N growled. “I'd rather come home and have a pet than have a slimy husband at home. Bet sex is boring as hell.”

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She smiled victoriously, opening the car's glove compartment to pull out a paper bag.

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“Where's the money?” Wanda snooped.

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“Right here.” She handed the paper bag to the brunette as she started the car's engine. “Natasha and Jules will meet us at the location, when the blackmailer tells us where to see him.”

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“That's 50 grand?” Wanda wrinkled her nose, that seemed pretty small for so much money.

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“Yeah. In hundred-dollar bills.” Y/N opened the bag so that she could see the bills.

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“A little bit disappointing by heist movie standards.” The sokovian sighed, looking around.

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“You got the tracker?” Y/N drives down the road slowly, glancing at her phone every now and then to check for new messages.

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“Yup. It's one of Amazon's top sellers.” Wanda searched for that small box in her purse and handed it to the gloomy eyes woman. “Apparently, secretly tracking people is really huge right now.”

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“You bought it to follow Vision?” Y/N teased, letting out a wry chuckle.

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“Shut up.” Wanda took the device from her hand and dropped it into the bag with the money. “All right, we should put the tracker in the middle of the bills.”

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“No.” Y/N pointed to the bag. “Then when they count the money, they'll just see it.”

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“We can put bags in it.” The sokovian took one out of her purse, it was a totebag with some interesting drawings. “I found this in the car.”

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“Where did you get that Etsy reject of a bag, anyway, Wanda?” Y/N laughed, speeding up when the traffic light turned green.

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“My boys made it for Father's Day. I took it from Vision’s, like, ‘special keeps.’ Or something” She shrugged and dropped the money into the totebag, trying to fit the tracket between the bills.

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“Ow… You're not as sentimental as your hubby?”

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“Fuck you, Y/N. I'm trying to help you all.”

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“Thank you Wanda. You are doing a lot already.” Natasha's voice was heard from the phone, scaring them both.

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“Hey, were you listening to everything?” Y/N took the phone, somewhat surprised and embarrassed.

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“You never ended the call.”

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“Fuck! It’s stuck or something… Anyway, did the guy send you the address yet?”

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“Not yet.”

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Y/N sighed and held out her hand to Wanda. “Give me the totebag.”

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“What? Why?”

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“I got the money. I’m gonna make the drop.” Y/N frowned.

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They were arguing again when a message came through, alarming them both.

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“All right, meet me one block, east of Carlyle and DeWalt, and don’t fuck around. Leave it in the Clothing Donation box.” - UNKNOWN.

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“Okay, we already have the address. Carlyle and Dewalt, I'm headed that way.” She said through the phone and then put it aside. Y/N looked at Wanda, as if she wanted to know and make sure if she was ready for this.

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Wanda nodded, completely sure.

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“This is unacceptable.” Wanda complained, settling back in her seat. Natasha and Jules arrived and were at the backseats of the car. “Blackmail us? Fine, but it's 3:34 AM. Like, why have us show up at 2:00 then just keep us waiting?”

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“Maybe they're scouring the area, making sure we're not waiting.” Natasha whispered looking around her, feeling like prey going into a trap. But she at least she carried her gun.

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“Okay. Then find us already, sir.” Wanda complained again, leaning on the seat.

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“Okay, I'll go for a walk, pretend to smoke or something. Stay here.” Y/N sighed and opened the door. Natasha said she was going with her but Y/N stopped her. “No, if he sees you he'll know you have a gun and he'll flee.”

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Y/N took the totebag and closed the door, walking through those dark streets, completely lonely. She took a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one, feeling the warmth of the smoke work its way down her throat.

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At another time she would have found it comforting, but now it just felt disgusting. Even so, she continued with that lie.

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“I'm not impressed.” Wanda shook her head, watching as Y/N smoked and dropped the totebag in the donation box. "Keep doing the same. Maybe she’ll stop to score drugs.”

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“Don’t say that.” Jules hissed, arching an eyebrow. “She's just pretending, Wanda.”

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Annoyed by her friend's words, Jules decided to get out of the car and walk with Y/N. Natasha sighed as she watched as Jules took Y/N's arm and they both walked slowly away.

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“Do you think that too, Nat?” Wanda cocked her head to look at the russian, who just shrugged.

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“Part of me wants to think so, I want to believe in her… but also part of me knows we couldn't afford another stint in rehab.” The redhead swallowed, remaining somewhat thoughtful.

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“Did you pay for that?” Wanda turned around in disbelief. “You're just enabling her to repeat the same pattern. She has to learn to handle her own shit.”

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“What if she's doing it? Or... what if she never does?” Natasha frowned, feeling slightly annoyed by her lack of patience. “Wanda…don't you think about it?”

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The Sokovian's confused look was answer enough.

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“Wanda… I got Jules and Yelena. You've got the wins, even Vision if you want it." Natasha sighed, looking at her friend in the distance.

“Did we do something to deserve that?” Nat looked down guiltily. She remembered everything that had happened years ago, everything they had done. “It's just fate that gave us that, right?”

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Wanda just kept silent, knowing that Natasha was right. She always does.

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“Who does Y/N have?” Nat remembered all the pain Y/N had been through when they came back from the woods. A year and a half later, she discovers that the person she loved the most died of sadness, a heart attack. It had been such a hard and deep punch. They weren't even present at her wake.

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And her 'real' mother, a fucking abusive alcoholic, passed away after having an overdose.

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“Other than Jules... who does she really have?” The redhead swallowed, fixing her gaze on Y/N who smiled when Jules tried to push her but couldn't because she was shorter. “No one.”

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Wanda just nodded her head slowly, feeling guilty. Feeling how her eyes filled with tears but the brunette didn't allow herself to shed any more for her. She promised herself a long time ago.

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“We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her, and Jules saved your life.” Nat added before opening the door to get out of the car, glancing at Wanda one last time. “So I do what I can. Not just for her, for me and for Jules.”

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They got out of the car and walked over to the other two women, who were looking around curiously. In front of them was a huge building and trees, while on the other side was this huge warehouse.

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“Did you see anyone at the drop?” Nat asked as she zipped up her jacket.

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Y/N shook her head, noting that there was movement in that warehouse. At that moment, a truck tried to park and leave the place, preventing them from seeing who was taking the money from the donation box. It was too fishy.

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“What the fuck?” Y/N murmured, deciding to enter the warehouse once and for all.

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“Okay, I guess we're going.” Wanda sighed, following the steps just like the others.

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Worried, Y/N walked as if possessed by the devil himself. She quickly approached the trucker who had just gotten off.

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“Who the fuck are you?” Y/N took the gun from her waist and pointed it at that subject, who raised his hands in terror. “You've been blackmailing us, or you know who has been.”

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“Fuck, she took my gun.” Natasha ran after her.

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“Please, don't shoot me.” The bearded guy whimpered, handing the truck keys but Y/N just rolled her eyes. She clearly had nothing to do with this. “Take the truck. Just take it.”

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“Y/N, please put the gun down. It's not him.” Nat told her but at that moment, a loud noise made them all turn around. A man in a ski mask was running away through the store, carrying the totebag with the money.

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“There he is, there he is!” Nat exclaimed and they all ran to the store, except Wanda who Nat told her to turn around and take the car to chase him.

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Y/N and Nat nimbly ran around the place, as if their bodies remembered the old days, they jumped many objects to catch the man.

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“Take the wing.” Natasha pointed out to her friend, who nodded and headed out of the warehouse to mark it last. “I'll mark him.”

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The guy knocked over some shelves with objects to prevent them from keep going, but Y/N managed to jump over them and finally tackle him. She struggled with the man for a moment, holding him under her body but with a well-aimed jab, the guy hit her nose, making her bleed.

Y/N raised her head and saw how the blackmailer collided with a huge bucket of glitter, bathing in it. That guy wasn't the smartest man on the planet.

She got up again and ran after him again.

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But when the man finally left the warehouse, Jules tried to stop him but he punched her stomach with such force that made her fall to the ground. Lack of air leaves her gasping like a fish out of water.

Y/N pulled the gun ready to shoot him as he got into a car, but Natasha stopped her, pushing her away.

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The blackmailer sped up and left the place, but not before taking the money and dropping the totebag with the tracker.

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“What the hell are you doing? You were going to shoot him!” Natasha yelled taking the gun from her and putting the safety on it, completely furious.

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“I wasn't gonna kill him.” Y/N grunted and hurried over to Jules, who was having trouble breathing. Y/N felt a fear that she had never felt, remembering that Jules was pregnant. “Are you okay, J? Look at me, you okay?”

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Nat frowned, not understanding why Y/N looked so worried, even so, she approached to help her wife. They all took their stuff and hurried to leave that place, getting into Y/N's car.

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“Well, he dumped out all our shit.” Nat shook her head, keeping her gaze straight ahead as she drove. “Now we look for an asshole covered in glitter.”

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“So what was your plan?” Wanda turned to see Y/N, Jules was helping her to stop the bleeding in her nose. “Just shoot him in the leg through the back windshield? 'Cause it sure felt for a moment there like we were all going away for murder!”

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Y/N closed her eyes and pressed the small ice pack against her nose. “Like we haven't done a lot worse before.”

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“You know what? Speak for yourself, Y/N. I...” Wanda exclaimed, shaking her head. “Don't drag us into your endless fucking pit of guilt.”

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“Enough. Do you want to shut up a bit?” Jules snapped finally, completely exhausted from hearing them bickering and fighting all damn day. “She's trying, and that's all that matters. So shut the fuck up, and let's find this asshole at once.”

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They all remained silent, Wanda just sighed and fixed her gaze straight ahead. She knew that she was taking out all her helplessness and anger against Y/N, it was the easiest, but it wasn't the fairest.

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Jules placed a hand on her forehead, feeling a throbbing headache. Lately she was feeling worse and worse.

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“Hey… Do you want to go to the hospital?” Y/N whispered, reaching out to take her sister's hand. Feeling so worried, the punch was hard and her doctor recommended that she should take care of herself a lot. “You were punched very hard.”

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“No, I’m okay.” Jules smiled with a certain tenderness, trying to leave the talk there or Natasha would notice. “Thank you.”

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But none of them realized that Natasha's gaze was watching them from the rearview mirror, not really understanding what was happening, but she knew very well that they were hiding something from her and she was going to discover it.

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Hello there, my buzzing friends. 🐝 Hope you liked this one. I know its hard, they're like cat-mouse frenemies rn but soon, it will be good. Thank you for reading me!

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dduane · 1 year

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...So this is the time of year when I return to this piece of digital art (or its earlier versions), tweak it a little, and repost it for Pride.

At the moment I'm looking at These Two Idiots (for so they are) and considering how long I've been working with them. Of all the characters I've worked with in print, the only ones I've known longer would be the crew of NCC-1701.

I first "met" these guys in late 1970, when I went to college and met the two people (not gay, incidentally) on whom they would be based. Not even knowing the word "trope" at the time, I fell headfirst into one, because there was this tall dark man and this short blond one... and much to my surprise, they started pulling a world together around them. It assembled itself bit by bit, in a sort of patchwork that gradually started undoing its seams and growing together into a rather unusual tapestry.

It was a crude one, to start with. But one thing the characters made plain to me from fairly early on was that their relationships with one another were not what mainstream 1970s culture would consider conventional. They were gay... but that wasn't at all the most important thing in their lives.* And as I continued assembling their background world through nursing school and then my first job in Manhattan as a psych nurse, their personalities began to fill themselves out in the foreground.

One of them turned out to be the son of a provincial nobleman, well aware of the expectations of those around him—that he might eventually wind up running that province himself. Yet at the same time he was aware that he had other problems, chief among them the discovery of a nascent power that would kill him young if he couldn't master it. And in the last thousand years, no one of his gender ever had...

The other presented himself more and more clearly as something of a hard case: someone who wanted to very much to be good at the family business, but wasn't... and knew it. Kind of a screw-up, always doing the wrong things for what he was sure were the right reasons. Yet, no matter how often he screwed up, he was also the kind of person who keeps picking himself up and trying again, because he's been told over and over that that's what people like him have to do: otherwise they're no use to anybody.

Imagine my shock when I realized that these two men—initially enemies in their adolescence, then frenemies, and as they grew, best friends and then much more—were the (incomplete) answer to the question I'd asked my Mom at the end of the bedtime reading of some fairy tale or other: "Why can't a prince rescue another prince?" Because one of them got himself more than once into situations where he really needed one kind or another of rescuing. The other one obliged him, while once or twice getting rescued himself. In short: a pattern was forming.

And when it broke out in full flower in 1978, the very last thing I expected was to be immediately dragged gasping and flailing under the surface of the novel that would begin the tale of what more they had to become. It was probably the most interesting six weeks of my life (and that includes the six weeks during which I first scrubbed in on brain surgery). The book—which sold a couple of weeks after it landed on its publisher's desk—kicked off my career as a novelist and screenwriter, and in its way proved that the world was at least somewhat ready for epic fantasy in which the basic culture was pansexual, polyamorous, and inclusive in ways that hadn't been attempted before.

So I owe them a debt, those two gentlemen up there: the tall dark guy with the amateur strategist's mind, the blacksmith's shoulders, and the peculiar sword, and the short fair gent who if he could would stay at home, live quietly in town, and work in the local library...but whom when kingship requires has risked everything on subsuming his being into that of the family demigod, in order to save the world in which he and his loved (and the rest of their found family) live their lives. A lot of people in the 1980s and '90s who'd never seen queer representation in a fantasy novel, found it at last while following Herewiss and Freelorn down their road. And it's been my pleasure to hold that space for new readers, and keep adding to it... because (if you ask me) it's needed more now than ever.

So, to the readership of the Middle Kingdoms works—now pushing half a century old—and everybody else who's celebrating the season: happy Pride!

*Not least because everybody else in their world is (at least potentially) some shade of queer, including God.

#Pride #Middle Kingdoms meta #Freelorn #Herewiss

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shadows-from-helvete · 2 months

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Introduction about Adam

(before anybody comes at me they are aged up a few years. And I think Natasha should break up with Markus until then and come together with Vanessa. So yea just a headcanon of mine so you don't wonder. Also going to answer any questions I may have about him)

•=Name=•

-Adam Dahl -Also known as Adam the Panther under his old team

•=Age=•

-16 years old

•=Gender & Sexuality=•

-Homosexuell & Non-binary

•=Height=•

-1,71cm

•=Family=•

-Sebastian Dahl (Father) -Natalie Dahl( Mother,left when Adam was 12)

•=Nationality=•

-German🇩🇪(Father side)/Norwegian🇧🇻(Mother side)

•=Home=•

-Is living in Grünwald with his Father after moving back here. In the middle of everything in a small apartment

•=Pets=•

-A 4 year old black male German Shepard named Boomer and a 3 year old female White swiss Shepard named Marshmallow. -An aquarium with shrimp

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•=School & Class=•

-Highschool(Gesamtschule) and Grade 10

•=Relationships=•

-Good friends:Jojo,Vanessa,Deniz,Marlon,Raban

-Friends:Leon(would still kick his ass all the time because he annoys Adam)

-Seem nice: Willi,JoJo's mom, Leon&Marlons dad,Edgar,Deniz Father(dilf energy)

-Finds them weird:Hatschi(doesn't trust him and doesn't know him that well)

-Ew:Markus dad

-Hell na!:Siegers,Natasha

-has crush on:Markus

•=Hobby's=•

-Used to play soccer and be a keeper but after an accident he needed to stop play soccer. The accident was also the reason they moved. -Really enjoys drawing,making music and exploring the forest

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•=Appearance=•

-Skintone:very light(bro doesn't get brown no matter how long in the sun)

-Eyes:Dark moss green

-Nose:more on the average side

-Face shape: sharp

-Hair: longish hair that is black on the roots because the hair colour grew out. Black fades to dark and a bit lighter blue. Bangs are tight back or gelled back. One hair strain in his face.

-special markings: has a birthmark under his right eye

•=Clothing style=•

Style: sometimes more emo sometimes more punk or metal or something between depending on the mood.

-Mostly to lazy to dress up so he mostly keeps it basic.

-Loves his leather jacket,leather boots and battle jacket with lots of patches from his favourite bands like Tokio hotel,Mayhem,Metallica,Nirvana,Skillet Slayer ect.

-Wears eye shadow when he's outside all the time.

-Adam also loves to do corpse paint but doesn't do it that often and if just at home for pictures

•=Backstory=•

-Adam was living with his dad and mom until he was 12. His mother left his father for another man and never came back. It was a pretty hard time for him but he wasn't really sad, just really angry. He changed school one time became they moved into another part of the city when he was 13. He was more an outcast because of his blue hair and the way he was so of course be got bullied which didn't botherd him to much even tho he has mental problems since he was younger and they just got more and worse over time.

-Loved soccer and drawing since he was younger and to that day still draws. When they moved he got into a soccer team and they got along pretty well. At the age of 14 he had his last game. Adam was a keeper and was pretty good at it. He was holding almost everything. His team won the game. It wasn't anything special just a simple game against another team. But one of the members of the other team weren't so happy about it. Turned out this kid was known for aggression problems and so he turned to Adam and yelled at him at first. It was probably a coincidence that he picked Adam . He got closer to him and without thinking he kicked Adam in the kneecap out of anger which made him fall to the ground. Long story short he kicked Adam in such a weird and bad place that his kneecaps were damaged so he couldn't walk properly for a few months and even tho he can walk normally now he can't play soccer or much other sport anymore. This is why they moved to Grünwald and Adam acts like he doesn't know anything about soccer or played it. He thinks its better than explaining why he doesn't play anymore ect.

(Picture of 14 year old Adam before his last game with his team next to him)

-At first the bunch thought the new kid was one of the Siegers because of his style but after JoJo saw Adam with a pigeon he found and talked to him he found out he was pretty cool. So from that on JoJo forced Adam to come to there training a few times or hang out with them because as JoJo means he needs to go out more and be more social.

-2 years after the kneecap incident he tries to go back to soccer even tho it's hard but he tries. Also sometimes asks Willi for advice

(black eye and Bandage because he got into a fight with the Siegers and they kicked his ass)

-he gets along with the bunch pretty well as well as Willi but sometimes he really wants to kick Leon's ass because this little shit can be annoying.

-had a crush on Marlon and Markus and struggles because he doesn't know if he should have something for both.is stupid and doesn't notice the signs

-Extra-

#dwk animated series #die wilden kerle animated series #dwk #die wilden kerle #dwk oc

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deadpool15 · 10 months

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Ch.2 To be loved

Seeing him was the highlight of my day. I remembered when I was nothing but an orphan, though I can't remember my biological parents. I sometimes like to think they died. It was the best way for me when I was just a kid. To accept the fact that even the ones who gave you life viewed as nothing but a mistake was difficult. My mother viewed her destiny as saving her country, getting rid of the drugs that were taking lives. In my opinion, people died all the time. Life was hard. We have no idea what someone is going through until they are pushed to the end. She would never understand that struggle. That pain. When I heard it was si-o behind all this, I had to know why. People have reasons, I had to be the one to see the good in him. Even if no one else could. I was falling in love, love makes you do dumb things.

Whether I was dumb or hopeless, I wanted to know him. Not the version he showed to the public, the fake smiles meant nothing to me. I wanted to see him truly smile, to be happy. I happened to be at one of my mothers many chain restaurants. And to my luck sitting there was the man I had hoped for, now I hadn't prepared myself to speak to him and I realized that when he had made eye contact with me. Stern, serious glare like he knew I was watching him. Talking to people wasn't necessarily the issue. I talked my way out of parking tickets, jail, and even school punishments as a child. I was a smooth talker, one thing I developed from my mom. Though he made me nervous, my hands were sweating, and I had the urge to convert into oxygen. I wanted to cry because as much as I hated to admit it, his opinion of me meant a lot. One accidental interaction, and I was hooked. He knew me as Tseg tseg rich spoiled friend. I wanted him to see me. It already pissed me off that he had eyes for my sister. She took everything from me without even fucking trying. I had to man up and fight for what I wanted.

"Hello sir, you probably don't know me, but my name is Danny. We kinda met before when I bumped into you at your company." He smiled though I could tell it was fake, after years of faking happiness myself. I knew a fake smile from a mile away. "Right, your Tseg's little friend, correct?" Irritation couldn't even be used as the word for what I felt in that moment, I wanted him to see me. "Technically, that's how we met, though I just wanted to say something t-to you. Please." I stood up drawing attention to myself truly not what I needed right now, but I had to tell him before anything else happened. My anxiety was through the roof, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die right then and there standing under his intimidating stare. I had to do this, though. He was the first person I felt genuine feelings for, and I didn't even know him personally. The effect he had on me was outrageous.

"I wanted to go out with you. I want to get to know you, and I know I'm not korean, and your parents may have an issue with that, but I mean Nationality vise I am. Everyone thinks I'm just this spoiled rich assshole, but i im not, and i want to show you that there is more to me than my money or parents' money. I have korean parents, so that counts, I'm well accounted for, and I have seen you before, and you're all I think about no matter what. I try to get my mind off of you, and my brain proceeds to show different connections to you. And if you p-plan to reject me, just sit here and silence, and I won't ever bother you again. Well, I hope so, I can try." He was astonished but my speech. Everyone had turned their attention towards us and started clapping. I hadn't even noticed at first. I couldn't handle rejection, especially not by him. I wanted to be with him, breathe in his scent, and help him with anything. Live a life with him. Silence was what I got, and I took the message. I had embarrassed him and myself.

Suddenly, walking out, trying to hold back tears, I was 5 years old me again. I'm sitting at my dance recital waiting for my mommy. She promised she would come today since I told her how much this meant to me. Sitting there for the next 4 hours in nothing but silence was the worst feeling a child could feel. The competition was over, I didn't even dance, missing a chance to get picked for a major academy. I saw dad pull up. Why did she hate me so much. "Honey, you didn't tell me you had a competition today, and I found the scouts there as well. I would've shown up, baby." I stared at him. I was a daddy's girl simply because my mother broke my heart before I could ever feel love from her. "I didn't tell you because I told Mommy. I wanted her to come watch me this time. To surprise her with my skills." Just glancing at him, I knew that look, the look of a father who was afraid to break their already broken child. I snapped out of it when I felt someone shaking my shoulders. Looking up, it was him. "I've been calling you for 20 minutes. You almost got hit by that truck. Are you even paying attention?" I stared at him, I didn't know what to say, would he care enough to hear. "You ran out before I could say anything. Scared? You're very pretty. And bold. I've never had someone confess their love for me in a public area at that. I admire that, while I don't really know you, I would like to get to know you. Experience something."

I was so happy at that moment that I completely ignored the world around me. I jumped onto him. He was startled at first but caught me with ease. I leaned back and cupped his face, pecking his cheek, and for that first time, I saw a genuine smile. A real surprise for me, I enjoyed it. "You look beautiful when you smile, like a hidden jem only made for the luckiest humans to gaze at." He stared at me, blushing. From that moment, we slowly got to know each other, getting closer day and night. Developing an unbreakable bond. I didn't care he was a so-called criminal. When I was with him, none of that mattered. I never asked about his business, letting him know if he wanted to tell me he could. I kept this from my family, I knew they would never approve of what we had, especially my mother. She didn't give a shit about me, but in a situation like this, she saw him as an enemy.

We sat at a Korean BBQ shop. It was simply nice to spend time at a place with no worries. "I could've taken you someone nicer, you know." I placed some meat on the grill what grabbing a piece and putting it in front of his mouth. He smiled and opened his mouth to eat it. "Is it good? And you know I don't care about expensive restaurants. I've been to enough in my lifetime. I just want to be with you. To be honest, you could've gotten fried chicken and took to me the beach to eat. It's the thought that counts, babe." He smiled at me, I smiled back until I realized the petname I gave him immediately going to apologize. "It's fine, I actually like it. Babe." Blushing, I gave him more meat. We talked about our days, he was stressed and I wanted to help. Thought he said I shouldn't stress myself. We finished eating and literally had a full-on battle over who would pay the bill. I won, "Maybe I'll let you pay next time." He laughed, grabbing my hand and walking out of the shop. While pda was no foreign concept to me, it still made me feel like it was the first interaction between us each time it happened. "Come home with me, please." I stared at him in shock. He had never asked me this. I had no experience in relationships, but usually, that leads to other things. I didn't know what was gonna happen, but I trusted him.

We showed up to his home. He told me to wash up for the night. I happily got in the shower to think I was happy. A foreign feeling. My shower lasted well over 30 minutes, I looked down and saw a towel and a button-up shirt. Luckily, I always kept a spare thong with me. Putting on the clothes, I walked out of the bathroom to find him already washed up and laying in bed. A blue robe and pajama pants on while he was on the phone. I walked out of the room to got place my clothes in the hamper, then grabbed a glass of water. I was drinking it while examining the home I had never been inside. Eventually, I walked back towards the room where he was done with his phone call. And looked up with a dropped jaw. I smiled at his antics. "You're still so pretty. With and without the makeup. Come here." Walking slowly towards his bed, he gestured for me to move closer. I crawled to him, and apparently, it wasn't close enough because he picked me up and placed me on his lap while holding my hips. I felt nervous. He noticed squeezing my hips with his larm hands.

I grabbed one of his hands, placing them in mine. Comparing the size and then kissing his palms, I looked up at him to see a bright smile. "I'm not tired yet." I told him it usually took me a while to go to sleep. I was just always up. He nodded and pulled me closer in a hug. Affection from si-o was always the best. I could tell he wasn't the most affectionate person, so I didn't push him. Though I craved his touch, I craved everything about him. Looking out the window, I saw the stars. "This reminds me of when my mom took me and my siblings camping once. It was weird, though it was fun." I continued to look at the stars until he spoke up. "You don't talk about your mother much. Actually, you don't talk about her at all. For a second, I thought she had passed." I was shocked by the thought of my mothers absence. Sure, I never spoke about her because there weren't any good memories, to be honest. "It's fine if you don't want to speak about it." I looked at his face full of concern he was so patient with me, but I wanted him to know and trust me like I did him. "It's ok, it's just.....there isn't much to talk about, you know. She was there but not there. She was always focused on my older sister. She was the amazing daughter who could do no wrong. And I was simply the girl that lived in her house, or that's what it felt like. Sometimes, it felt like I didn't have a mom to begin with. To think I used to pray to have a mother that would be there for me. Then my sister went missing, and as much as I hate to say it, I was happy, for once I though she would pay attention to me, realizing she had two daughters but it only got worse. I was just there, and I hated myself for the fact that I was happy my sister was gone. I've always been jealous of her she is better in every way. That's so evil of me, but I was so fucking lonely. She is such a good person, and makes friends so easily and everyone likes her but me they look down on me. I'm nothing more then a spoiled bitch using her parents credit card to fill the void."

Before I noticed, I was full on sobbing in front of him. I broke down, secrets I've never told anyone in my life. I was afraid of what the world would think of me. He grabbed my shaking hands, kissing them slowly, whining, moving up to wipe my tears. "Your feelings are normal baby, you went your entire life playing second place because your mother is a terrible mother, no offense. A bit of a bitch you know. No secret there since she is Hwang Geum Joo." Hearing that part made me laugh. Until I sat there shocked he knew of my parent. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." It was all I could say at the moment. He looked at me and pressed against my cheeks, letting me know it was ok. And he underdtood the urge to protect her even if she wanst good to me. Or cared for me, it seems."You are so amazing and kind and beautiful. She isn't better than you at all. I wish you could see the way I see you. You have lightened up my world as a whole. I was nothing but a cold, damaged asshole when I met you, then I realized no matter how my life pushes and kicks your ass its your choice to get back up. To keep going, you taught me that baby. All the drug business and shady stuff I do, you don't judge me at all. Sitting by my side supporting me no matter what I choose to do. When I was an orphan and Pavel took me in, trained me to become the person I am today, hit after hit. Missed meal after another, I prayed for a better life. You have provided that life." Hearing those words, my heart was swelled. I felt nothing but love for the first time someone chose me, loves me. I wasn't an option. I was a need. "I'm so glad you chose me or tseg." Hearing that, he laughing pulling me closer if that was possible. "I never liked tseg baby, she is a worker at my company that'd all. If anything, I had my eyes on you since you walked into the building." Similing in pure joy, I leaped forward, causing a groan to come of his mouth. Scared I hurt him, I tried to get up until he forced my hips back down. It was then I realized I hadn't hurt him. In fact, the moment u felt something hard poking me thigh, I blushed.

"How in the world did you get hard, sir?" He simply smiled at my words, moving me forward to the point where I was sitting directly on top of his hard on. My core pushed further into it slowly until he began grinding me against him. I couldn't help but moan. It all felt too good. "Have you seen my beautiful girlfriend sitting right on top of me in nothing but my shirt? If anything, it was difficult not to." Moans slipped from my mouth before I could let out a sarcastic response. Finally, I said the words I had been so afraid to ever tell anyone. "I love y-you." Hearing this, he sped up my hips against his, leaning in to capture my lips into a kiss. "I love you more, baby." We continued until we were left naked and bare before each other, and all the insecurities, abandonment issues, and pain left my mind. Leaving nothing but si-o. The night was a night to remember.

Stay tuned for chapter 3.

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