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3, 10, 15, and 43 bby 🖤✨

thank u for the questions B!! 💜

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

i'll share with a close group of friends! i don't like to talk publicly abt ideas tho unless i'm pretty far along with them, bc i feel bad if i get y'all excited and then don't end up writing something after all hfeuikrjgdfg. only @sailoryooons gets allllll my brainrot lmfao

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

i am very bad at writing more than one thing at once. when i'm writing something i want to be fully immersed in it and thinking about it with all my free time, and i've found that when i'm trying to work on multiple things i wind up feeling very disconnected from it all. so it's one at a time for me! 🫡

15. What’s your favorite time to write?

definitely evening~ i like to finish my work/errands for the day, make something to eat, clean up, then snuggle down on the couch or in bed and get a few hours in until i need to sleep 💜

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

hmmmm there's a lot ! i love a doomed relationship which i don't think i've written unless you count heartless lmao. and i definitely wanna try my hand at more supernatural stuff this year, even tho i find it scary and intimidating 🙈 oh and also sex pollen

fanfic writing asks~

[scara-writes]

regress

Knight! Reader x Y! Prince

(gender neutral for readers)

No proofreads. Forgive me for not answering y'all ask/request! I will do them once I'm done publishing the other ocs! (Y'all wilding for yandere gold digger and omega! Lol) this one is short tbh and has another part but I'm unsure about posting it because it was too long. Let me know if you wanna see it.

Warning: hints of death, yandere, psycopath

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

You woke up groaning. Your throat hurts, confused at yourself. You never had a problems with your throat. Always hydrated before going to sleep, So why the hell that it feels like its dry at the same time it's not?

It's kind of like itchy.

You went down the staircase, hearing the bustling sound of your subordinate roommates.

"Captain! You look pretty tired today. Did you perha—woah! What happened to your neck?" One of your members looked shocked, their eyes looking at the said neck. The other members in the room looks at you in confusion before their face was the same as the person who asked you.

You raised your eyebrow at him. "What about it?"

You let your calloused hands caress your neck, feeling if there was out of ordinary. "Can some of you hand me a mirror? I am confused as to why everyone looked shocked right now."

One of your subordinates quickly ran around to find you a mirror. When they found it, they immediately handed it to you.

You look yourself in the mirror. Just like their reaction, you were shock to witness it.

"What... How...?"

"...It looks like a deep wound from one of our melee weapon, specifically a knife. Captain. No wounds can someone survive that!" The person sitting at the dining table said as he observe it."How did you got that?"

You shook your head,"I don't know.... I only woke up feeling my throat feels dry and fine at the same time. Itchy I would say, it doesn't hurt. It feels irritating."

"I think you should consult a physician or a doctor for that."

You trace the scar on your neck. Thoughtful, of where had you gotten this. "... I might."

You strolled up to the palace, not getting any breakfast—even dinner last night—and skipping your schedule to train as forgetting the fact that you are late to see your master, so you immediately went to the palace of your prince. The one you serve in your whole life.

Maids greeting you a good morning, and you greet them back. One of them offered you a sandwich, it looks pretty neat and delicious to eat. Drooling at the thought chewing on it. You tried to refuse but they insisted on giving it to you, seeing you didn't get a breakfast and dinner, you looked a little dizzy for someone who trained to endure without food for months. You accepted it along with a water, thanking them, feeling a little hungry and quickly gobble up the food making your way from hallway to the kitchen with them before anyone can scold you for eating around the halls. Parch from the food, you drank the water from the glass and put them on the sink before going back to your task to check up on your prince. You bid the maids a good bye.

Once you reach the room of your master. You saw there was no lady in waiting nor a butler on his doorway. So you knock on the wood, announcing yourself, waiting for your master's response to let you in.

"(Y-y/n)?" You heard a whimpering voice behind the room. It sounded like he was crying. You asked him if he was alright, but before you could get any answer from him, you saw the door being pulled opened and then finding yourself engulf by an arm around your shoulders.

"Mmm sorry—shouldn't doubt you!—my own fault!... Was supposed to trust you—love you so mmmh–much!I-I— don't l-leave m-me—hicc!" The prince cried on your shoulder, babbling incoherent words that you didn't understand. You look bewildered at his sudden burst, not expecting for someone who always smiles and befriend anyone regardless of their status. You slowly went to embrace him, comforting him, feeling him wrapping his legs around your hips and you let him, crying on your now wet uniform full of tears and snots continuing to blabber incoherent words.

You tried to let him lay down to his king sized bed but his grip on you wouldn't let you. So here you are awkwardly patting him on the back as you sat yourself on the edge of his bed instead. You were hesitant to touch his hair, it is against the rules that a lowly life like you has the audacity to touch them especially in their hair, it's a sign disrespect and could lead to a treason. But you decided to do it anyway, he needs your comfort right now and that rule doesn't apply to you if the prince needed it anyway—plus you already broke the rules when you hugged him back.

He freezes up when he felt your hands on his head before slowly taking a deep breath, sniffling, calming down from your touch. He buried his nose onto your neck, shuddering before planting a small kisses from you, whimpering.

"sssorry—hic-!ssorryyso-sorry... louvv you too..m..much.. shouldnn't...leea-hic-!leave me..."

You cannot comprehend what he was trying to say but his action made you surprised, but you let him be for now, continuing patting his back awkwardly because this isn't what you expect first thing of the day when you work.

Prince Rylle must have a nightmare for him to act like this.

"... Your highness?"

You heard him whimpered before leaning himself away from your neck, slowly looking at you. His eyes were puffy, some tears were spilling. Prince Rylle was sniffing and hiccuping from his tears.

You looked away from his eyes, indirectly obeying his older brother's words to not look straight at him. You carefully wipe away the water droplets coming out from his orbs, waiting for his nerves to calm down.

He stayed there at your lap for a few minutes, until he recollect himself.

After wiping his tears, one of your hand went to grab a handkerchief from your pocket trying to rid of the snot that was clogging his nose.

But before you can do that, the tanned male squeaks and tried to push himself off on you, falling down from your lap. Head first colliding on the floor. Thankfully, he didn't bleed.

"Your highness! Are you alright?" worriedly you went to assess his head from the impact.

"I-I'm fine!" He quickly got up, wincing from the slight concussion from his head.

"I apologize, it was my mistake for startling you. I shall be careful next time."You got up from the edge of his bed before stroking his head gently.

He looks at you, the way he gaze up to you seems like he had seen a ghost.

"... Are you really..here?" He whispered. You were puzzled by his question. "... I'm here your highness." Quickly bowing down to his level.

He walk up again to you, requesting if he could hug you again. You stood up and saw in your peripheral vision his eyes were starting to become teary again. His snot were starting to clog his nose, but you let him hold you.

You felt his arms around your waist. Hands firmly grip on your sides.

"... God, I t-thought I lost you." He whispered. Whatever nightmare that was. It must have traumatised him. You felt his tears running down again to your clothes.

"... I'm here your highness.."

"... You're really.. h-here." He whispered.

You patted his back. "... I am here."

"Today is 7th of May, Year..890." You uttered before jotting down the notes for your report. The prince was beside you, silent at his own office. He too is jotting down his report or at least he is, but you felt his gaze on you. You weren't used to the prince Infront of you being silent. He would always filled this room with his chattering, sharing his knowledge to you on what he learned from his teachers—since a commoner like you doesn't deserve education—and sometimes he would always complain about the other nobles being rude to their servants and how obnoxious they were.

So you broke the silence filling in the room. It is unusual for your master to be this silent.... And staring at you for quite some time."Is everything alright your highness?"

He didn't answer. He was still gazing at you.

"Your highness?" You repeat.

The prince snapped back to reality.

"O-oh! Yes! Yes I am! I'm-I'm still recollecting m-my thoughts about my nightmares haha!" His fake laughter died down when his gaze stayed to your neck. He frowned. He was contemplating whether or not he should ask. But he did.

"... Where did you get that? The... Scar on your neck."

You cleared your throat before feeling the scars again. Just like earlier, you didn't felt any phantom pain from it.

"... I would have tell you the reason behind it but I have no idea, your highness. I must have slip a knife drag it on my nec—" You wanted to jest about it but you got a sullen look. His face was frowning even more.

"Please, do not do it again."

"...I... Yeah. I am jesting your highness... I had woken up with a scar already imprinted on my neck." You didn't get a response after that, he avoided his look from it.

You look back at your finished report. Organizing them, putting them aside the table, before standing up. "Umm.. As much as I would like to accompany you all day, your highness. I have business to attend to with the crown prince." You didn't particularly give him the detail why you need to leave, you walked away. His brother technically assigned you on something dangerou—

"... Were you going to assassinate the southern duke who was accused of embezzlement of the empire's treasury?"

Your boots stop clacking on the tiled floor of the room, quickly turning your head back to your master. Whose eyes were blank as if he just absentmindedly told you what he said.

"... How... Where did his highness learn this... Information."

You were supposed to make him believe that everything around him is perfect. Is what your master's psychopath family told you to do. He doesn't need to know everything.

He was supposed to be completely utterly away from it and only focusing on the bright side of the kingdom.

The tanned male before you gave you a nervous smile. You realized that today he is acting weird."No! Nothing I-I was just speaking something ill! It was a mere jest, my sweet!" His hands were wavering as a sweat formed down to his cheeks, when he talks.

He was lying.

"Where did you get that information, your highness?" You looked at him, your body turning to him. Repeating your words.

He gulped, one of his hand pulled his collar a little as if he was sweating from his clothes. You noticed how his eyes were looking everywhere except your figure. He mumbled something before turning back to you, stammering."... Forgive me... I ... I overheard your meetings with my older brother that n-night."

You thought about the meeting he was talking about. It was Prince Rylle's birthday that time and he was at the very center of the attention so none of the nobles or slaves have witness you left to the garden when the his older brother, the crown prince commanded you to follow him there. You made sure before you left, the last time you saw him before you had gone to follow his highness, Prince Rylle was dancing with one of the noble ladies.

So it is not possible that he might overhear your conversation when he had to take turns on the ladies that lining up to have a dance with him.

"But you were in the middle of dancing with the lady Rub—"

"N-no! I wanted to-to find you to accompany me by the garden when you were not in your post! I found myself walking alone in the garden and then I saw with my brother! I promise I did not mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with my brother!"

That wasn't the only thing that his brother ordered you to kill someone. You would have refused if it weren't for the fact that your mother's expenses for her health wasn't increasing. But the crown prince promised salvation to your mother as long as you do what he told you. It was tempting deal but you did it, feeling pressured as if refusing that bastard's command would give you penalty of death. Was that even a deal? Plus shedding someone's blood by your own hands wasn't your forte. You are a knight that was supposed to protect Prince Rylle. You can only immobalize your enemy but you cannot bring yourself to kill.

The duke was not the only one who you need to assassinate tonight and you weren't even sure if he really did try to embezzled the treasury. You witness that old man to be strict, intimidating but he took a great care the people who serves under him and the villagers who were residing in his property. All you heard from his rumors was that he was a good leader and a good provider.

"Was that all you heard, your highness?" You were internally panicking. Not wishing to meet your punishment if one of his family heard about this. Prince Rylle needs to be pure from this world is what his family told you. He needs to be away from these secrets.

"Y-yes!"

"... Can I ask you a favor?"

His soft gaze wanders around your lips before slowly nodding. So you asked him a favor to never let his family knows about him finding out about this.

He frowned as if he realized something. The white haired male stood up from his seat and walk towards you, as he softly grabbed your hands to his. Clasping it.

"Now that Gods favored me, this time I will protect you."

" Of course, darling... I will not let them." He unclasps his hand from yours before giving you a hug. You can't quite hear the last sentence he said.

[mothocean]

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[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

taedros twodros

part one: taedros taedros ☆ part three: taedros tresdros**NEW wc: 1.9k reader: femme afab (maybe just afab idk again lemme know if you think it needs/doesn't need a femme label and i didn't use any pronouns so?? but i'm playing it safe just in case) SPECIFIC WARNINGS BELOW CUT ~ MINORS DNI MATURE SMUT!! summary: after weeks of loserbestfriend!taerae eating you out and seemingly wanting nothing in return, you finally find out the reason and offer to repay his original favor... okay. i did it. don't say i never did anything for you. don't spend it all in one place. 💀 also yes i ai enhanced that pic but i had no choice. he's so lame i love him. y'all like the title? twodros. okay bye.

EXPLICIT SMUT BELOW CUT-- MINORS DNI!!

specific warnings: oral f & m receiving, p in v (riding), subbyyyyy taerae want to make that clear but also switch taerae, switch reader, cum play, virgin taerae oops, pet names, taerae's red sweatpants, calling taerae's pussy eating obsession an "addiction", literally no mention of condoms or bc idk you know that's not always a good idea in real life but also i'm not a safe sex authority do whatever you want babe just think about it first :)

~*...*~

pressing light, teasing kisses to your clit, taerae chuckles at the frustrated sounds you’re making for him. his being so annoyingly cute even when eating you out isn’t helping. god, you’re dying to get your hands on him.

you don’t know when you started feeling this way about your best friend, but in the last three weeks something had undoubtedly changed. what started out as a pitch for taerae to tame your curiosity had since seemingly turned into a game of how many times during your weekly “movie night” he could make you cum before you passed out.

spoiler alert: it was a lot. taerae ate you out so much, in fact, that you were actually starting to worry…

was taerae addicted to eating pussy? had you been unknowingly enabling his pussy addiction? were you going to have to stage an anti-pussy intervention?

help check him into pussy rehab?

“fuuuck,” you whine, fingers threading through taerae’s hair as the sudden feeling of his tongue fucking into you breaks your train of thought. you’d already cum twice but taerae has caused you to become so greedy.

even if taerae had some sort of problem… who were you to complain when you were reaping all the benefits of it?

a moan from taerae brings your attention back to him and you notice he’s already begun humping the bed just a few minutes in. the past two weeks, he’d become less and less able to hold himself back; rutting into his mattress while you came on his tongue for hours. 

you’d seen taerae like this last week and gently pulled him up to you by his shirt collar; salivating when you saw how hard he was in his joggers. your fingers hooked over his waistband as you looked up at him tentatively. you expected him to eagerly agree, but instead he’d just shook his head and returned his lips to your swollen cunt.

watching as taerae moans into you at both your sweetness and the friction on his clothed cock, you realize just how desperate you are to make him feel as good as he had been making you feel.

“taerae,” you say but he doesn’t hear you, eyes closed as his tongue laps at your folds. you tug his hair a bit harder to get his attention, repeating, “taerae?”

his eyes flutter open as he looks up at you--  pulling back from your pussy reluctantly. he runs the back of his hand across his chin, wiping some of your juices from his mouth. “what’s wrong, baby? everything okay?”

you shake your head. “tae...”

“what, baby?” he asks, pushing up on his hands and sitting up to dote on you. he places a hand on each of your knees, pressing kisses to the inside of each leg. “tapping out already? i know you can give me more.”

“tae, i--,” you whine at his words; sitting up a bit on your elbows. eyes falling to the crotch of taerae’s ugly red sweatpants he'd had since high school, the small wet spot you find sends a fresh wave of need to your core. “want you. want you so bad.”

“y--... you do?” he asks in utter disbelief. he blinks at you nervously; swallowing hard as he averts your gaze. “are you sure? ‘cause i can just keep doing this if you want--”

“do you really not want to fuck me or something?” you interrupt, pouting at your best friend. “you’re so hard you’re soaking through your pants, so i just thought that maybe you’d want to. but you absolutely don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“fuck, i want to,” he says softly, squeezing your knees as his eyes find yours again. “but...”

“tae,” you coo worriedly, finally closing your legs and climbing over to him. “is something wrong? is all of this too weird? maybe we shouldn’t have done any of this...”

“no, no, no! i like this,” taerae pleads, shaking his head quickly. he presses his lips together for a moment, clearly unsure of whether or not to say his next thought. “i--... i don’t wanna fuck this up.”

your brow furrows at the sentiment. “you’re not gonna fuck it up, tae.”

“i am,” he says, scrunching his nose up. “because... um. well. remember when i said i ‘wasn’t a virgin’?”

“OH MY GOD, I KNEW IT!” you shout; much to the horror of taerae. you take his face in your hands, squishing it up cutely. “why didn’t you tell me, you absolutely adorable little virgin loser?”

“i thought you’d make fun of me,” he huffs through the pout your hands are squishing his lips into. you unsquish his face; pushing his floppy hair back out of his eyes sweetly.

“you’re really fucking good at eating pussy, tae,” you compliment; his cheeks tinging red. “you had me fooled... is that the only thing you’ve done?”

he nods shyly. 

“well look at us,” you say with a laugh, poking at his dimples. “no guys would eat me out and all girls will let you do is eat them out.”

he sighs; blinking quickly through his embarrassment. 

“well i guess we can be done for tonight, if you want,” you say, starting to climb off of his bed when a hand around your wrist pulls you back. you look at him, the expression on his face telling you he’s as “curious” as you were a couple weeks ago.

“or i can help you out,” you suggest and from the way his cock twitches in his pants, you know he was hoping you’d say that. “if you wanna... see what it’s like?”

“mm. wanna see,” he evhoes softly and you’re surprised by how much cuteness is radiating off of him right now. you’re on top of him in seconds, finally kissing him for what you realize is the first time. his lips are so soft and responsive and when he whimpers into your mouth, you tug his shirt up and over his head and push him gently to the mattress; his head resting on his pillow as he looks up at you through lidded eyes.

situating yourself between taerae’s legs, you pull at the waistband of his stupid red sweatpants and he helps you remove them. his bulge is straining against his black boxer briefs and you begin to palm him through them to help relieve some tension. as soon as he feels the slight pressure, he bucks his hips into your hand-- whining for more.

“do you want something, baby?” you ask, squeezing a bit firmer. he nods frantically, placing his hand over yours to keep you there. you squeeze a bit too hard now and taerae seethes at the pain. “don’t get demanding. you’ll take what i give you.”

he nods again, eyes wide with understanding. “m’sorry. m’so--... oh my god.”

pulling taerae’s boxers off his hips and down his legs, you sink down onto your stomach-- both of your hands wrapping around the base of his cock as you lick a long stripe from the shaft to the tip.

his dick is pretty— even prettier in your hands and you’re dying to put it in your mouth. sticking out your tongue teasingly, you tap him against it and the whimpers that fall out of taerae make you feel a bit dizzy with power.

after playing around a bit more with the head of his cock, you take his length in your mouth— pressing down on taerae’s hips to keep him from bucking down your throat by accident. 

tapping the back of your throat lightly, the sound that he makes is both deliciously obscene and concerning. you really don’t want him to cum before you get to feel that pretty cock stretching your walls.

you pull off of him and the bratty whine from the loss of contact that escapes him only inflates your ego. “if you cum down my throat, you’re not gonna get to fuck me. is that what you want?”

taerae whines again, his hand finding the back of your head and gently trying to push you back down on him. you know he’s not actually being forceful— he just wants you to react.

as you smack his right thigh hard, the mesmerized look in taerae’s eyes is thrilling.

“let me take care of you, okay?” you soothe, sucking his cock sloppily in between words. “you’ve been so sweet to me, baby. wanna make you feel good.”

taerae nods with a whimper as you straddle him; grabbing the base of his cock to position under your entrance. as he feels you sink down onto him, all he can cry is, “oh my g— oh fuuuck."

“fuuuck,” you echo in aas your walls slowly mold to taerae’s size. 

“please, please,” he moans; clearly already out of his mind. “n-need you s-so bad.”

“you’ve got me, baby,” you soothe, a hand gripping at either side of his chest. “how does it feel?”

“pussy so warm,” he cries, a hand finding each of your hips and holding them tightly. “so wet, too. oh my god it’s amazing.”

you wish all the guys you’d been with had talked to you like this. the way taerae basically worshipped your pussy was intoxicating.

“baby,” you whine— starting to fuck yourself on his cock. you watch as taerae’s eyes roll back in absolute bliss.

it’s only a few minutes before his nails are digging into the skin at your hips as he warns, “fuck, i can’t. m’sorry i can’t— gonna cum, g'nna—.”

“you can cum, baby,” you allow, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. he keeps you there for a moment, kissing you and moaning into your mouth until you pull back. “want you to cum.”

“fuck, i--. fuck, m’cumming,” he cries; hips bucking into you as he reaches his high. as he slowly comes down, he’s unintelligibly babbling, “pussy s’good, honey— wanna live in it oh my god s’perfect i could die…”

“ssssh, baby, it’s okay,” you coo, pressing kisses up his chest. “you did so good.”

“mmm,” he mewls, covering his face with his hands as his cheeks flush pink. 

“you’re gonna wanna see this, tae,” you reach up and remove his hands from over his eyes, letting one fall to his chest and pulling the other towards you. lifting up off of him, taerae hisses at the loss of warmth as his cock falls to his stomach-- still leaking slightly from the tip. 

“holy fuck,” he moans-- the sound turning to a light, disbelieving laugh as he watches both of your juices start to drip out of you and onto his balls. you bring his fingers to your core; coating his middle and ring fingers in the mixture and bringing them to your lips. you pop them in your mouth, sucking them clean as you see taerae’s cock twitch at the sight. “you’re so fucking hot-- i can’t take it.”

taerae sticks his fingers back in your entrance; this time bringing the liquid to his own lips. he pops his fingers in his mouth, exhaling with satisfaction at the taste. taking you by the waist suddenly and flipping you onto your back, he folds your legs to your chest-- granting himself full access to your pussy. he looks at you; the hungriest you’ve seen him yet as his focus returns to your messy, throbbing cunt. you whimper as taerae husks, “gonna clean you up.”

so what if he's addicted?, you think as he dives in again.

so are you.

[kiame-sama]

Sweet Death- (Yandere!Phantom Troupe x Autistic!Chubby!Reader)

Random idea I had and felt like writing down. Tell me if y'all want more from this vein and what direction you think it should take.

Warnings; yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, troupe tries to cause a lot of mischief, intense masking, fem reader (tell me if y'all want a male reader or non-binary), creepy creature appearance,

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"Wait, so you PAID for them?"

"Yeah."

"But, why?"

"Piss off! Lady was nice."

Feitan snapped in his usual short manner of speaking, a glare on his face as Pakunoda bothered him. They had business in the airport and Feitan stopped to swipe some sweets. What they didn't expect was that Feitan actually paid for the food he got and was defending his uncharacteristic behavior.

Feitan was the most easily irritated, so it came as a surprise that whomever he interacted with did not anger him. What was even more of a surprise was that Feitan actually seemed to be behaving in a polite way to someone. The only one Feitan was polite to- and they use the term loosely- was the Boss of the Troupe.

Pakunoda was interested to learn more about the unusual woman that had enthralled Feitan enough to actually get the short-tempered man to pay instead of stealing, but she knew that he wouldn't tolerate any more questions. Instead, she endeavored to find out more about this woman on her own.

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"Wait... What was I doing?"

"You were wondering what you wanted to order from here."

"Oh, right!"

It had been at least six times that the soft woman behind the counter had to remind the ever forgetful Shizuku of what she was doing. Six times that Shizuku had also changed her mind on what she wanted.

Franklin, who was accompanying the other Troupe member was actually getting annoyed with her because he just wanted to leave and meet up with the other members. There were certainly times where he had great patience but it was not one of those times for him. Even though he was getting annoyed, the woman behind the counter seemed calm and happy even as she had to change the order yet again.

"Sorry about her, she has terrible memory."

"It's no trouble, truly. There are greater tragedies in life than a bit of uncertainty and adjusted orders."

Franklin felt a pleasant surprise to hear such wisdom from someone he wouldn't even think twice about. The unusual and understanding way she seemed to approach the situation was odd, as most just got short tempered with Shizuku or even refused to adjust with her ever bouncing memory. Though he wanted to just move on, he felt compelled to stay, if only to see how long that patience would last.

"Wait... What did I order?"

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"Think anyone would notice if I just stabbed someone?"

"Doubt it. I bet no one would blink if I fell down this escalator right now."

Uvogin had a wide grin even as he shifted his weight backwards, anticipating hitting the metal moving stairs but instead, landed on something soft.

"Woah there! Are you alright?"

He slowly looked up to see a soft looking woman with kind (e/c) eyes and a concerned expression on her face. To Uvogin, he felt as if he landed on the softest pillow to exist, feeling the nice warm body holding him up with a gentle touch. All words and coherent thought left his mind as he slowly blinked, trying to compose himself.

"..."

"Are you okay, sir?"

"Yeah! Yeah. I- uh... Fell backwards. Don't know why."

"No worries! I'm glad you're okay. Usually it's the vertigo that gets people, just don't look up too far and you should be good."

Uvogin didn't really want to move, but as soon as he and the woman got to the top of the escalator, he quickly got up. The woman smiled sweetly and tried to help stand him up despite his rather massive size. When he was upright, she chirped out a farewell and quickly departed, leaving Uvogin standing with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Yeah... Bye... See you later..."

It took a rough shake from Phinks to make Uvogin snap back to attention, feeling like he had been dunked in cold water. He had to tear his eyes away from where the woman had been standing, feeling confused as if he was coming out of some kind of haze. Uvogin had to literally shake his head to clear the odd brain-fog that had consumed him, glancing where the woman disappeared to.

"... D'you think she digs tall guys?"

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"C'mon sweetcheeks. Just give me your number."

Machi glared at the man who was trying to heckle her into giving him her number. Though the troupe was trying to lay low before they put their plan into motion, Machi had half a mind to just outright kill the man. It was while she was weighing her options that a voice suddenly cut in.

"She said 'no', take that as your answer and leave."

Both looked over to see a soft looking woman with a clear frown set on her lips, seeming as if she were ready to fight at a moment's notice. Machi was surprised to see the feisty woman but the man seemed annoyed and sighed as if he were being told to do something distasteful.

"I get it, Fatty, you want a chance with me too. I don't usually like fat chicks, but-"

"But you're going to walk your happy ass in the direction of your flight or the exit before I get security to drag you by the taint out of here."

"You really think you can talk to me like-"

"I can and will talk to you like the piece of trash you are if you don't leave her the hell alone."

"Fine, fucking fat bitch."

"That's Ms. Fucking-Fat-Bitch to you."

Machi was surprised that someone so soft was so immune to insults, not to mention the fact that the guy actually fucked off. She made a mental note to single that guy out and get rid of him when she next had the chance, turning to the soft woman for the time being.

"I appreciate it. He was not taking 'no' as an answer."

"Yeah, guys usually think they can bully everyone into doing what they want if they act like their brain is in their testicles. Some don't even have to act."

The flat and almost annoyed tone the woman used made Machi actually let out a soft laugh, more than humored by the odd woman that had helped her. As she looked over the woman she realized that this must be the one the others in the group had been talking about. Certainly, the woman matched the description of the one the other Spiders had been discussing and Machi could see why the other Troupe members she had spoken to were so enthralled.

Perhaps she should tell the others of her similar experience.

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Chrollo stood in the line of traveling people, having heard quite a bit about a rather unusual character who the Troupe had encountered several times. He had decided it was time for him to see what the woman was like firsthand. Based off of the testimony of other members, this woman either had manipulative nen or she was a gem among common people. Either way, he wanted to know whatever he could about her.

As he approached the woman in question- she was working the cash-register at one of the shops in the airport- he focused his eyes to see potential nen. What he saw was far from what he had expected.

Based off of her general aura, her nen bled off of her in an uncontrolled way instead of the way it was supposed to. On top of her nen being rather wild- making it clear she had no control over it and likely was unaware of it- something was noticeably wrong. Where abilities often formed as small spirits or beings, a more than intimidating creature stood behind her.

The being was far taller than the woman, even taller than Uvogin. It seemed to be a horribly emaciated humanoid with skin that writhed like worms were beneath the surface and searching for a meal. The skin- as translucent and paper thin as it was- seemed a sickly blue and purple, much like blooming bruises across the surface. It was shrouded in what could only be described as a shawl of shadows, face concealed beneath the rolling darkness. Though it's face was hidden, Chrollo could feel the eyes of the wretch staring out at him. In the beast's hand was a sickle often used for cultivating grain. The curved crescent blade seemed to be soaked in a dripping red ooze that moved slowly and without purpose, the leather handle held by elongated and bony fingers. Everything about the beast was wrong on a fundamental level.

Though the creature was frightening and clearly stronger than most normal nen abilities, it remained a loyal and silent sentinel over the soft woman's shoulder. It was obvious- to Chrollo at least- that the beast was brought to heel by the soft woman even if it seemed she was completely unaware of it. The contrast of the two beings was extreme and made Chrollo wonder just how the woman's nen was released and why it had taken such a vicious shape.

The more Chrollo watched, the more he realized that small amounts of the nen of others was drawn forward and consumed by the being, no doubt fueling the nen of its master. It was difficult to look away from the beast, despite how hard Chrollo tried, noticing the aloof nature of the creature disappear suddenly, becoming acutely aware as if it knew Chrollo could see it. A low hiss came from the beast as Chrollo stepped forward, next in line despite how far from reality he felt.

"Hi there!"

The chirped words paired with the oddly sweet way the woman said it gave Chrollo pause, not expecting such a greeting from someone with a disfigured and distorted reaper as their nen. Though she smiled, the smile never reached her eyes. Chrollo knew a social mask when he saw one, and he had to admit it was rather convincing. He could see why so many of the Troupe had become enamored with her and interested in her, his own observations thus far giving him a similar interest.

Even as he gave a random order he had no intention of keeping, the woman smiled and ensured to behave as if she were truly happy to assist. Chrollo had yet to reach a stage where he was fully believable to everyone with his own social mask, but even he had to admit that her mask was significantly more nuanced than his own. From the short interaction he had with her, he knew the woman was unique and had something to her that seemed to catch the interest of numerous Troupe members, himself included.

When he walked away from the quaint little shop and back to the Troupe, his mind was already working to parse out what he wanted to do. Surely the Troupe would follow his lead, but he wanted to hear their thoughts on the odd woman and her nen. Pakunoda could share the various experiences other members had and it would allow the group to have a more unanimous vote, but he had already settled on what he thought.

It was just a matter of what the Troupe thought now.

[herslvtspeaks]

Liar | Hailey Van Lith

I wrote this 3 months ago 😟 Angst is you wanna call it that i don't really know what this would be

Hailey and reader are in a situationship!

I DID NOT proofread 😭 my bad

"Hailey?"

"Hailey?"

Silence.

I woke up alone once again. Hailey loved to hit and dip literally. We'd have an amazing night and when I wake up she's always gone. I pick up my phone to see a message from her.

My Hailey Baby 🤍

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sorry i wanted to get some extra shots in

ima make it up to you later

read

I didn't want to deal with Hailey and her excuses today. She did this all the time it didn't matter the reason. She treated me like a stranger out in public, but in private she treated me like a princess. I don't know how much longer i could deal with her inconsistency.

I get out of bed going to get ready for my first class of the day. I only had 3 classes today and just my luck one of them was with Hailey. We both studied business & marketing management and she ended up in my class.

I get dressed in a gray tracksuit grabbing a pair of slides and my purse before walking out the door. I could walk to my building but i wanted Mcdonald's so i'm driving. I called my bestfriend Aneesah to see if she wanted anything but of course she did, she always wants something. "If you're at Mcdonald's you already know what i want" she said the second the phone connected. She clearly had to have been looking at my location. "Do you want a sprite or do you want coffee" i ask. "mmm, get me orange juice actually" she says. I order our food before she starts speaking again.

"Do you know what's up with Hailey?" Neesah asks making me look at her confused. "No, i seen her last night she seemed fine" i said taking a sip from my drink. "you didn't see her this morning?" she asked making me almost choke. "i never see her in the mornings" i say making Aneesah's face scrunch up. "but yall go home together every night like what" she says making me roll my eyes. "she's always gone when i wake up" i shrug. I pull out of Mcdonald's parking lot heading to campus. "I don't see how you do it y/n i would've had to do sumn' to her" she says making me laugh. I damn for sure have been thinking about it.

For Hailey to want me she sure doesn't act like it. Hell, our teammates barely even knew we have something going on. If anything all they knew was me and Hailey would spend a lot of time together, they didn't know we were fucking eachother. Of course Neesah knew and i'm pretty sure Flaujae and Angel knew but just didn't say anything. "you probably wanna clock her on that though because you guys would be cute together" she says making me laugh again. "Why're you laughing i'm being so for real" she says. "Neesah, you already know how Hailey is. She is not gonna take me seriously" i say making her roll her eyes. "you should hear how she talks about you when you're not here, i would've thought y'all were already official" she says surprising me.

"I don't know what we are honestly nees, i just hope she can get her shit together" i say parking my car. "Anyway i'm about to bring you your food" i say. "i'm on the third floor boo" she says blowing a kiss at the phone. "Bye Neesah" i smile hanging up. I grab my purse and our food getting out the car. I had about an hour before my class started so i was just gonna take Aneesah her food and then head straight to class.

Aneesah's Pov

"Nees who was that" Hailey asks as Y/n hangs up. "Your lil boo" i smile making her roll her eyes at me. I don't know why? She knows it's true. "Anyway what's up with you and this lil funky attitude" I ask. Hailey's been on 10 since i've seen her today and it was getting annoying. Not just that, i wanted to know what was up with her and my best friend. They clearly had feelings for eachother so i don't know why they won't get it together. "What attitude" she says as if she doesn't know what i'm talking about. "The way you stormed into the gym this morning, the way you keep rolling your eyes at me" I say just naming a few of the things she's been doing. "I'm fine" she states clearly not wanting to talk. "Whatever you say Hailey" I sigh.

The room goes quiet until Y/n bursts through the door clearly out of breath. "I hate freshman so much" she says leaning against the door she just slammed closed. "They thought it was absolutely hilarious to chase me down the hallway with water as if it's not 30 degrees outside" she says. Me and Hailey both start to laugh at her. "It's not funny" she pouts sitting in the chair across from me. We continue to laugh as folds her arms across her chest. "I hope you both know i don't like you. I hope they get you next Neesah" she says making me stop laughing.

"That wasn't funny" i say shaking my head. I grab the Mcdonald's bag from her getting my food out. As I was digging through the bag i came up with the most genius idea.

Your Pov

Aneesah knew what she was doing not only telling me to come up here while Hailey is here but then proceeding to make up a bullshit excuse on why she had to go all the way to another building to get a plastic fork when i had one for her. "I want a white plastic fork" i say mocking her on her way out.

The tension between me and Hailey was thick. I refused to speak to her and she looked like she just didn't know how to start a conversation. Maybe she should look up 'What to say to a girl after making up excuses on why you can't be there when she wakes up in the morning for months' but i don't even think that would be able to help her.

"Y/n/n I'm really sorry-" she starts before i cut her off. "Hailey i don't want to hear it. I'm honestly sick of the way you treat me and i can't do this anymore" I say. A thick layer of silence falls again. Hailey doesn't even look me in my eyes. "Can i atleast get an explanation on why" I ask. This time she looks at me. "I'm scared okay" she pauses. "I'm scared that i'm gonna fall in too deep and you're gonna leave me" she continues, i reach for her hand just wanting to hold it. "Baby i would never leave you. If i was going to leave you I would've done that a long time ago instead of fighting with you to treat me right Hailey" She looks at me.

I stand up from my seat walking over to her. "Hailey you have nothing to worry about." I reassure her. She really didn't ever have to worry about me leaving. I was head over heels for this girl. I wouldn't have put up with her shit for this long if i was just going to leave her in the end. She leans in kissing my lips. "I fucking love you" she mumbled going in for another kiss. "I love you more Hailey" I smile.

[messedupfan]

Chapter 17

Summary: Wanda looks over her plans for her future after standing up to Vision. You discover something shocking about your friend on a night out. And the kids join you for a special haircut as Wanda collects her prize.

A/n: Hello! I didn't plan on posting this so soon but eh what the hell. Hope y'all don't kill me. Enjoy!

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Wanda stands in the middle of the large empty property that she now owns. She walks around the area as she visualizes a house. She sees the walls and the windows. She thinks about where the kitchen would be and the kitchen table for breakfasts and intimate family meals. Then she walks into a dining room where she’ll host holidays and birthdays. She pretends to climb a beautiful staircase as she envisions the separate rooms for her boys. A couple more rooms, maybe one of them is a guest room and the other is an office space. Then she sees a master bedroom. The image of climbing into bed after a long day has her heart racing as she pictures collapsing into your arms. 

Her phone ringing breaks her away from her fantasy world and back to the land with overgrown grass. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and sighs. “Hello Vision,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “What can I help you with?”

“Mom?” Tommy's voice has Wanda softening her tone almost instantly. 

“Tommy, hi, why are you calling me with your dad's phone? Is everything okay?” She asks as she starts to fill with worry. 

“Dad says he has to go out of town for something… for work! I mean um… I mean he has to go out of town for work. Can you come pick us up?” Wanda sighs when she can hear Vision correcting their son. She doesn't understand the man. He is constantly making a big racket about being in Tommy and Billy’s life but this is the third time in the last couple of months that he has had her pick up the boys halfway through the week. 

“I'll be there soon,” Wanda says in a soft tone. She does her best to not let her frustrations with his father affect her tone. Vision is being harsh enough as it is. “I love you, sweetheart. Let your brother know that I love him too, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Tommy says. “Bye, mom.”

Wanda hangs up the phone. She takes one last glance around the empty land and sighs. One day, she will be able to fulfill her dream. But that is years away. 

“Vision, you can't keep doing this to them,” she says quietly once the boys are in her car. 

“It's my work, Wanda. It's what pays the bills,” he says with a roll of his eyes. 

“Oh I'm very familiar with your work,” Wanda retorts. “Who is she this time? Another TA? No, that pairing has to bore you by now. Besides, you don't need a dating profile in order to date a student.” 

“You've been stalking me?” He asks, he's more intrigued than anything. 

Wanda makes a face, “Gross. No. That would mean I gave a shit about your personal life. I have friends that use dating apps. And you weren't exactly discrete about it on your profile.” 

Vision’s face starts to get red and Wanda knows that she has struck a nerve. Not only did she reveal that she knows he isn't being faithful in his current marriage, she revealed how she found out. She is almost certain that the mention of her friends being involved has painted a mental picture of her having a laugh about him with them. She’d put good money on Vision picturing you as the friend, causing him to grow even more upset. 

“Vis, I don't care what you do in your free time. I care that it affects my kids,” she states firmly. “Either end the affair or give me full custody. Because I will not allow you to keep hurting them with this deadbeat father act you have going on.” She starts to walk towards her car expecting him to slam the door shut but instead, he follows her. 

“Oh you'd love to have me out of the picture, wouldn't you? So that you can live happily ever after with, Y/n! That's it, isn't it?” He shouts behind her. Wanda stops and spins as she lets out a malicious laugh.

“What is with your obsession with Y/n? They have been nothing but kind to our boys when you fail them time and time again. They are always there for the twins when you've abandoned our boys. Y/n has covered for your ass over and over,” she takes steps towards Vision as she defends her friend to him. “They do nothing but try to make you look better to those boys. You should be thanking them instead of threatening them! You have no idea the kind of person they are. And it's not their fault that you are such a sorry excuse for a father. Gosh, your own family finds it difficult to be related to you.” 

Vision shakes his head, “You are a vindictive cunt.” 

“Call me all of the names you want. You can't hurt me anymore,” Wanda glares at her former husband defiantly. She scoffs. “You're a pitiful man. I hope karma gets you one day.” She walks away and doesn't turn back once as he continues to shout profanities at her. She does, however, raise her middle finger at him. 

“Mom, are you okay?” Billy asks from the backseat once Wanda has joined her boys in the car. She turns back and reaches out to hold his hand. She smiles at him and squeezes his hand. 

“Mommy is more than okay,” she says confidently. She doesn't recognize herself at this moment and it's a fantastic feeling. “Are you boys ready to go? You didn't leave behind any important homework or school books right?” 

“Right,” the boys say at the same time. 

“Okay, let's go home then,” she smiles at each of her kids before starting her car and driving away from Vision’s house. When she pulls into the driveway of her current home she can feel the ghost of the person she used to be. The woman that once believed living a life on eggshells was normal. That she was always meant to be careful around her husband. That her children were to be completely obedient and quiet. That woman and that life haunt every corner of the house. They start to hide when the boys laugh loudly at something that happens in the movie they’re watching. But when you stop by to return the tupperware, the ghosts seem to disappear instantly. As if they were never there.

“You know, Y/n,” Wanda starts as she closes the door behind you. “We are friends, you don't need an excuse to see me.”

“Okay, you caught me but we never really got a chance to ourselves last week and I thought since,” you are cut off when the boys come running towards you and wrap their arms around you as they crash into your body. “Oh! Hi guys! What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be with your dad this week?” You keep your tone light, you would hate to ever make them feel unwanted. You hug them back just as tight. 

“Dad had a work thing,” Billy answers with a smile. “What are you doing here? Rachel isn't here.” 

You look at Wanda, not sure how to answer. “That’s right, Rachel is not here. But Y/n had my container and I asked them to bring it back,” Wanda answers for you. “Come on boys, I'm sure Y/n has to get back home and you two need to get ready for bed.” 

“Can you stay and read us a bedtime story?” Tommy asks with wide eyes filled with excitement as he steps back.

“Yeah? Can you?” Billy asks as he jumps back, just as excited. 

You hesitate and that causes the two kids to start begging. “Please? You and mom tell the stories really well together!” You look at Wanda as you reminisce about the couple of times the two of you read bedtime stories for the three kids when you and Rachel were staying here. 

“I thought you said bedtime stories were for babies?” Wanda says as she messes with her son's hair. 

“They are but not when you and Y/n tell them,” Tommy defends. Wanda gives you a look that says ‘I tried,’ and it makes you laugh. 

“Okay boys, go finish getting ready for bed and I'll join your mom for story time,” you agree and the kids cheer as they run up the stairs. 

“Thank you for that. You know, you don't have to stay,” Wanda says as she tests the waters and puts her hand on your bicep. You shrug as your arm warms up from her touch. 

“They think we're good together,” you say with slight innuendo. “Besides, it won't be long before they despise my presence. I'm sure their dad will poison them against me as soon as puberty hits. I have to enjoy their praises while I still can.” You smile at her as you maintain eye contact and stand a little closer to her. 

Wanda bites her lower lip as her eyes travel to your lips. It's been a week and a half since the two of you kissed. You had been by every day since but neither of you have had a moment alone long enough to discuss anything. She had so much that she wanted to tell you that she couldn't. Not when the kids are so close. She would hate it if the kids got excited about something that may or may not happen. “I wish their father thought about the fact that we only have a few precious years left with them before they become moody teenagers. But,” Wanda shrugs. “I guess that's my fault for falling for a selfish man before my frontal lobe developed.” Wanda’s eyes meet yours again as she flashes you a sad smile. 

You reach out and hold her shoulder. You open your mouth to say something but you're interrupted by a loud screech of, “We're ready!” from Tommy and Billy. You laugh. 

“I guess that's our cue,” you say as you drop your hand from her shoulder. 

“You go first, I have to put this away,” she holds up the tupperware and you nod then you climb the stairs and warn the boys that you are on your way. Wanda takes a deep breath as her body craves your touch. It was an innocent touch but it made her mind wander to not so innocent thoughts and she needed a second. She serves herself a cold glass of water and chugs half of it. 

“Mom! Mom! Mom!” She hears you chanting with the boys and hearing you call her that almost makes her spit out her water from laughter. 

“Okay! I'm coming!” She shouts as she gets to the bottom of the staircase. The chants don't stop until she walks through the door. You and the boys clap and cheer as she comes in. Wanda stops for a moment and poses. You start whistling as the boys cheer louder. “Alright, settle down. Settle down. What story are we reading tonight?” 

The boys fall asleep halfway through the story. You were so engrossed in the storytelling that Wanda had to stop you in order for you to notice that they had fallen asleep. You shut the book and the two of you carefully snuck out of the room. You waited for her in the hallway as she shut off the lights and closed the door. 

When the door was shut she turned to face you. The two of you stand there, both wanting to embrace each other. Maybe even share another sober kiss that would intoxicate each of you. Wanda wants to thank you for helping her find her strength. You want to thank her for always being there for you and your daughter. You want to tell her the deep feelings you've developed for her over the months. You want to hold her in your arms and never let go. 

“Can I show you something before you go?” Wanda whispers. 

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you answer, feeling a little awkward. You clear your throat and gesture for her to lead the way. Wanda takes your hand and laces her finger through yours as she guides you to her office. You were a little surprised that she led you here but you were more surprised with yourself that part of you anticipated her taking you to any other room. Especially with her kids here. 

Wanda lets go of you and walks around her desk to shuffle through her files in the drawer. When she finds what she's looking for she looks up at you with a grin. “Close the door and come closer. It's a secret,” she says with a playfulness to her voice. You smile and shut the door to her office before joining her side. “So I have a plot of land,” she starts as she opens the folder. “And I want to build my dream house on it. These are some of the ideas that I have so far.” She shows you printed-out mood boards and detailed sketches along with images and measurements of the land. 

“Wow, I think this is great,” you say as you flip through the pages. You look at her with a curious glance. “What inspired this?” 

Wanda shrugs, “I'm tired of living under someone else's guidelines of what my house is supposed to have or not have. I'm a very overqualified architect, I know what I can and cannot do.” Her confidence makes you smile. “Besides, this is Vision-free land. He's never owned it. He's never lived on it. He's never traumatized me or the kids here. It's a land that is free to have an unlimited amount of good memories and none of them have to be tarnished by him.” Her grin widens and her shoulders relax at the thought. 

“That's wonderful,” you tell her softly. “So, why are you sharing this with me?” 

A blush appears on Wanda's cheeks and your heart picks up speed in anticipation for her answer. “I um, I could use your expertise in building it. Not anytime soon. I still have to get the money to fund the project but, there isn't anyone I'd rather have build it for me than you,” she smiles up at you. 

You lick your lips as you consider kissing her. But you think better of it. Billy or Tommy could walk in at any moment and catch the two of you. It's enough to make you stand up straighter instead of hovering close to her. “I'd be honored to build your dream house for you, Wanda.” 

Wanda rises from her chair and pulls you in for a warm embrace. “Thank you,” she says against your chest. 

“Of course,” you respond quietly as you wrap your arms around her. You close your eyes as you embrace the moment. “I should get going. It's pretty late,” you state without letting her go. Wanda hums in agreement as she also makes no motion to break away. 

Eventually, the two of you do break away and she offers to walk you to your car. You feel giddy as you remember the night of the kiss. Wanda’s mind is thinking about the same thing as she walks with you arm in arm. 

“I don't know if this is weird to mention but we did make a bet on it so I feel as though I kind of have to tell you about this,” you ramble nervously as the two of you get close to the car. “Uh, you win the bet. That volunteer texted me the other day.” Wanda's smile drops and her demeanor shifts a little. 

“Oh? And what did she have to say?” Wanda asks as she starts to feel her positive energy waiver. 

“Nothing worth mentioning,” you say in an attempt to let her know that you're not interested in Nebula as you reach your truck. “Anyway, I'm thinking about getting my haircut on Sunday after I pick up Rachel. Should I give you a call?” You lean against the door as you watch Wanda. She gives you a tight smile and you know that whatever you thought might happen isn't going to. 

“Yeah, I um, I think I have a few ideas ready. Just let me know where to be on Sunday,” she doesn't look at you as she speaks and you want to slap yourself for even mentioning another woman. 

“Okay, I'll make the appointment and text you the details,” you fiddle with your keys awkwardly. “I'll see you on Sunday,” you say as you climb into your truck. Disappointed in yourself. This was not at all how this was supposed to go. It was starting to feel like there are forces out there trying to keep the two of you apart. 

On Friday night, you stare at the message from Nebula as you consider responding while you sit at a booth with Darcy. It's becoming a common occurrence, hanging out with Darcy, Steve, and Bucky. Your coworker is typically the one inviting everyone out. You're surprised that he doesn't invite his girlfriend. In fact, you don't think you've seen Natasha since Wanda's New Years Eve party. And Steve hasn’t talked about Peggy in some time either. But you don't think about it too much. 

“I know that face,” Darcy says as she steals a couple of fries from your plate. 

“I don't know what you're talking about,” you put your phone in your pocket. 

“You have many faces, Y/n. That face is one of regret and frustration,” Darcy continues to steal your fries. You shake your head and look around the bar to avoid looking at your friend. “Come on, lay it on me. Is Wanda seeing someone finally? Did your former child-bride reach out to you?” 

“Daisy wasn't that much younger than me,” you defend as you take a sip from the beer bottle. “Besides, you never got to meet her. You don't get to judge.”

Darcy leans in closer with wide eyes, “She dumped you when your kid was in the hospital! What more do I need to know about her?” You shake your head. Then your eyes widen as they land on Steve and Bucky kissing. Your eyebrows knit together from the shock. “What?” Darcy spins around to search for what you could be seeing. Then she sees them. “Oh, yeah. That,” she turns back to you with a shrug. “I've known about that. Now back to you.” Darcy snaps her fingers in your face and waves until you look back to her. “Hello? What's going on with you?”

“What do you mean you knew about them?” You ask instead. “They both have girlfriends! They're cheaters! I didn't know I was friends with cheaters!”

Darcy sighs and rolls her eyes. “Calm down. The way I understand it, Steve and Peggy broke up sometime after that party at Wanda’s place. And Bucky and Natasha have an understanding. I don't know if it's an open relationship situation or a throuple or what. I don't ask them questions because I don't care. What I do care about is you. So, what's wrong?” 

You shake your head before running your fingers through your hair and sigh. “I fucked up,” you go on to explain the bet you made with Wanda about Nebula. “Then we kissed and before I could get a chance to talk to her about the kiss, I mentioned that she won the bet and she completely pulled away. I haven't been able to get a hold of her since. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just, she likes to win. I thought she'd like to know that she won and she gets to choose my next haircut.” You shrug then shake your head and then rub your face. 

Darcy reaches across the table and holds your wrist as a way to provide some sort of comfort. The two of you sit in silence for a moment. Darcy hasn't gotten to know Wanda enough to be able to explain her behavior. But she's known you for some time now and she knows that sometimes all you need is support. No encouraging words. No solutions to your problems. Just someone's presence. 

Steve and Bucky rejoin the two of you. Steve sits next to you and Bucky sits across the table next to Darcy. “What’d we miss?” Steve asks as he throws his arm around your shoulders. You shrug in response. 

“I'm an idiot,” you mutter. 

“Oh come on, I asked what I missed. Not what I already know,” he teases and with her free hand, Darcy throws some fries at him. “Ow, hey!” She snaps her fingers and points to you and you start to feel a little ridiculous. “Oh, I'm sorry Y/n,” he says once he is paying attention. You shake your head and stand up muttering something about leaving. “Hey, no, come on. It was a bad joke. Stay, Y/n,” he tries to call you back to the table. 

“You're so full of yourself, Steve!” Darcy says before she catches up with you. “Hey, lets-” 

“No, it’s fine. I'm fine. It wasn’t about Steve. He's always like that. I’m just…” you shake your head. “I need to go home.” You tell her calmly. “I won't do anything stupid, I promise.”

Darcy sighs then nods, “Yeah, okay. I'll see you soon. Oh! That reminds me, I will be moving to Germany to join a research team for a year. I leave in three months.” 

“Oh my goodness! Way to bury the lead!” You pull her into a quick hug. “Congratulations! That sounds like an amazing opportunity!” You pull away and admire her for a second. “You are possibly the coolest person I know.” 

Darcy closes her eyes, tilts her head, and smiles. “I know I am,” she says happily. She opens her eyes and pats your arm. “Get out of here. And tell Wanda I said hi.” 

You make a face, “Why would I tell Wanda-” 

“Oh please, you think I actually believe that you're going to your apartment? She is your home. And I better be receiving an invitation to the wedding by the time I come home from Germany.” 

You shake your head as you give her a final hug goodbye. You get in your car and consider driving to Wanda’s house. Her boys are with her so you try to not think about it. But as you're driving, you suddenly realize that you're close to her neighborhood. You sigh as you think about what Darcy said. Wanda is your home. You take the turn into her neighborhood and start to think about what you're going to tell her when you see her. 

As you pull up, you notice the time and frown as you see that the house is dark. You put the car in park and stare at her house. It was pretty late. You shouldn't have expected that she would be awake just because it was a Friday night. You don't even let Rachel stay up past eleven at night. But you know that sometimes Wanda likes to enjoy a glass of wine and catch up on her favorite reality show before going to bed. 

So you take your chances and call her. The phone rings a couple of times before you finally hear her voice. “Hey you,” she is speaking softly. You wonder if her boys are near her. Awake or asleep, there's a reason she is so quiet. 

“Hey, did I wake you?” You ask as you start to regret being here. 

“No, no,” Wanda says, her voice still low. “I’m catching up on my show. But um Billy had a nightmare. He’s sleeping next to me and I'm trying to not wake him.” Your eyes travel up to her window as you see the faint glow of the television through the blinds. “Are you okay? Do you need something?” 

You don’t respond right away. You just think about her. “No, I'm okay. I just,” you sigh. “I never responded to that volunteer. I want you to know that. I’m sorry if I-” 

“Y/n I don’t think now is a good time,” she interrupts. 

“I’m parked in the driveway. If you don't want Billy to hear,” you tell her quickly. You watch the shadows of the curtains move and the blinds open after a couple of minutes. Her silhouette stands in the middle of the window. “I think we have a lot to talk about.” 

Wanda is quiet as she stands still. You hope that she accepts your invitation. “Go home, Y/n. It's late and,” she trails off as she closes the blinds. “We don't have anything to talk about.” Your heart breaks at her words. 

“Wanda please,” you beg, “let's talk about this. Maybe not tonight but soon.” 

“Y/n, I,” her words seem to fail her as she goes quiet. You sit in your truck patiently waiting for her to continue. To say something. Anything. After a while you wonder if she hung up so you lift the phone off of your face and are slightly relieved to see that the call is still going. Then you watch the call end. Your eyes travel to the front door as it opens. 

Wanda walks out and you step out of the truck to meet her halfway but she holds her hands up to stop you. You stay close to the truck. “Wanda, can you explain to me what I did wrong? Because I don't feel like I-” 

Wanda waves her hand to cut you off, “Stop, you didn't do anything wrong. It's me. I'm… I wanted our friendship… I want us to…” she closes her eyes and shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I practiced this speech to myself since Wednesday but,” she sighs as she runs her fingers through her hair. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. “When we kissed, I did want us to explore the possibility of more between us. Hell, I deleted all of the dating apps I was on and blocked every person I hooked up with that night. I thought I was ready. But I'm not. And it's not because of you. You are great. You're great to me, you're great to my kids, to my entire family actually.” She opens her eyes and you can see the tears building up. “I'm in a better place than I was when we first met but I’m not ready for anything more than your friendship. At least not right now.” 

You cast your eyes down to the ground for a moment to allow your heart to break. You bite your lips to keep from letting the emotions show on your face. Then, when you feel ready, you swallow your feelings and you nod. “Okay, yeah,” you look at her as you try to hide your sadness. “I can do that. I can be your friend. It’s okay, I understand that you still have a lot of healing or whatever to work through. It's okay, Wanda. I lo-” 

“Don't,” Wanda cuts you off and you nod with your mouth shut. “I know that you care about me. A lot. I care about you too. A lot. But I… I don't expect you to wait for me to be ready. No. Let me rephrase,” she steps closer and holds your hands. “Don't wait for me. Don’t put your life on hold for me.” 

You want to argue and fight for her but if this is what she wants then there isn't much else that you can do. You look her in the eye and ask, “Are you sure this is what you want?” Wanda nods. “Okay. I won't um I won't wait and I won't bring this up again. Not until you do. I understand.” 

“Thank you,” she says softly. 

“Will I still see you on Sunday?” You ask as you think about the bet again. “You still have a prize to collect,” you remind her playfully. 

“Yeah, I'll be there,” she flashes you a small smile that drops as fast as it appears. You drop her hand and shove your hand into your pockets. 

“Darcy wanted me to tell you that she said hi. I was hanging out with her before this,” you tell her. 

“That's nice, how is she doing?” Wanda crosses her arms over her chest to keep her body warm as a cool breeze comes by. 

“She's good, she'll be gone for a year. She got a big opportunity in Germany. But she's got three more months of being stuck here,” you inform her conversationally. Trying to move past the emotionally heightened moment. 

“Wow, that sounds fascinating. I'll have to reach out to her. I liked meeting her,” Wanda says. 

“I'm sure she'd love that,” you nod then you look at your watch. “I'll let you go back inside. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-”

“No, I'm glad you did. I'll see you on Sunday,” Wanda kisses your cheek before she walks away. “Goodnight, drive safe,” she shouts over her shoulder as she continues walking to her front door. You climb back into your car and drive to your apartment. 

You allow yourself to cry and feel the heartbreak. You don't drink alcohol to forget it or make it easier. You don't smoke from the pack of cigarettes that you purchased on the way home. You just lie on your bed and clutch a pillow to your chest. 

On Sunday you pick up Rachel from her mom's house and tell her that you lost a bet to Wanda and that she is going to pick out your new haircut. Rachel giggles with excitement. 

“A mullet? Really?” You look at Wanda like she is crazy. “Are you trying to sabotage my dating life?” 

Wanda laughs with a shrug, “It's not my fault your hair is long enough for it. Besides, I hear it's a very popular style for the They/Thems of the world.” You shake your head as she plays with your hair. The hairdresser laughs at the request as well before promising that the style is coming back. You tell him to just get it over with. 

In the end, you don't completely hate it but you still don't feel like it's your style. However, Wanda's boys love it. “Mom, I want my hair like Y/n's! Mom, can we get our haircut too?” 

“Oh, I'm sure that the schedule is busy and we didn't make an appointment for you two,” Wanda tried to tell them.

“Oh we have a couple hours free, I don't mind giving them a cut. The kids want to match their parent,” Clint says. 

“Oh I'm not,” you stutter. 

“We’re just friends,” Wanda corrects. 

Clint nods as he eyes the two of you with a knowing smirk. “So am I cutting the kids' hair or not?” he asks a little loud, drawing the attention of the boys. The twins begin to beg over and over until Wanda caves. They cheer as they each hop into a chair. Clint disappears into the back to collect his wife to cut Billy's hair while he works on Tommy. 

You sit next to your daughter and Wanda sits on the other side of her. “What about you? Do you want to get a haircut?” Wanda asks. 

Rachel shakes her head with a scrunched-up face. “No, I'm okay.” 

“Her hair doesn't grow back fast. It took a while for it to get this long,” you explain. “That's her mom's genetics,” you say lightly as you mess with Rachel's hair. She swats her hand away and goes back to playing games on your phone. 

When the boys are done with their haircuts the group of you decide to grab some ice cream together and enjoy the treats at a nearby park. 

Wanda is messing with your hair as you watch the kids play on the playground. “Why are you suddenly so obsessed with my hair?” You ask with a laugh.

“I don't know, I've never seen a mullet in person. It looks so… touchable. I don't know. I can't explain it,” Wanda replies as she continues to move her fingers through your hair. “Business in the front,” she touches the front of your hair and then moves her hand down to the back, “party in the back!”

You shake your head slightly, “You're insufferable, you know that right?”

“I know,” she says. As much as you are giving off the impression that you don't want her to touch your hair, you're happy that she is. 

“I'm starting to rethink this whole friendship thing,” you grouch with a playfulness to your tone. 

“Whatever, Uncle Jesse,” she pulls her hand out of your hair and holds her phone up. “Say cheese!” You roll your eyes as she takes candid pictures of you. Then she calls her boys over to pose with you. The three of you show off your new haircuts. 

After going to a fast food restaurant for dinner, you and Wanda decide it's best to split from each other so that the kids can get ready for school on Monday. Everyone hugs each other goodbye. 

“Baba?” Rachel asks for your attention as you're driving home. You hum to let her know that she has your attention. “When you do fall in love again. I hope it's with someone like Wanda.”  You don't say anything as you keep your eyes on the road.

Chapter 18

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Welp it’s not Halloween anymore (and actually these pictures are from last year hkkhljhl) but who give a shit y'all wanna see my goofy lil Sam costume :D if you were here for my Halloween stream then you already saw this but if not then LOOKIT MY SUIT BOY

Fun fact, I made all this last year and meant to post it then but I was just too lazy whoops. So I'm tryin to do better this time around, lmaoooo. Anyway yeah! Samb costume!! If you wanna hear how I made some of the elements for this and gathered up the rest, feel free to check out my ramblings under the cut :Dc

This was such a fun project. A lot of elements were of course just staples of businesswear, like I found the suit jacket at H&M and the pants at Target (and hemmed them because I love men's pants but they don't love my short-ass legs), but some parts were a bit more complicated. The hat, for example, I also found at Target, but it had the wrong kind of band, so I just took that off and hand sewed on a length of wide black ribbon in its place. I ain't no milliner or haberdasher or what have you but I feel like it came out pretty ok! And the ears were an element that I figured would be a fun addition lol, they are made of fleece I believe? I forget. I gave them a bit of soft stuffing so they're basically two soft pillows, and then safety-pinned them into the inner brim of the hat--that way I can look like a normal person if I ever decide to wear the hat in public lmao.

The tie was an absolute delight to work on. And also torture. Y'know, kind of a 'why not both' moment. I ended up reverse engineering a tie I already had and cannibalizing its inner fabric to make the new one, since I knew I wasn't going to wear the original. The new tie is made with a silky blue fabric that isn't silk that I don't remember what it is because I have a sponge for a brain. Sorry ^^; But basically I replaced the original outer part of the tie with my new fabric and sewed her up by hand (it's not really a machine job as far as I can tell), then painted on the stripes with watered down black fabric paint. I had hoped that watering it down would prevent it from making the fabric stiff, but that didn't end up working because it required so many layers to be opaque, oof. There's probably better ways to go about it, so if you're making your own Sam tie it's worth it to do some more research! Plus, they do sell regular blue ties out there that you could paint. I'm just insane. And tbh I wish I had just bought one but at least I can say I've made a tie now lmaoooo

And I suppose the last element of this is the paper bag Max puppet! I love him so dearly, he was a delight to make ^^ I'd tell you how to make him but why do that when obviously I learned from the original? Make sure to put one in your car ok it's really important

God I love this comic. And I also dearly dearly love how faithfully they adapted it in the cartoon <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Anyway that's it that's all I got!! Also because I've never worn this thing out of the house it doesn't have shoes to go with, I just got some brown socks. I figure it fits with Sam as a shoe-hating person lmaooo. ok that's all bye thanks for looking hope y'all had a happy Halloween!!!!

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Alex groaned as she awoke to the sound of her mother shouting, "Alexandra!"

She muttered under her breath, "Shut the hell up," and buried her head deeper into her pillow, trying to escape the chaos. The warmth of her sheets was her only sanctuary—until they were yanked away, exposing her bare legs and arms to the cold morning air. She hissed in frustration, snapping her eyes open to glare at the intruder: her stepfather.

Mike and her mom were never officially married, but they insisted she call him Dad. She never did.

"When your mother calls for you, you get your ass up, you hear me?" he bellowed. Alex rolled her eyes and dismissed him with a wave.

"Mike, it's fine," her mother sighed as she entered the room, trying to defuse the situation. Mike scoffed and stormed out, leaving Alex to grapple with the remnants of her disturbed morning.

Alex's mom stood with her arms crossed, her brow furrowed.

"Get up, we have things to actually do today," she said sternly.

Alex muttered groggily, "I am up."

"Get the hell up!" her mom yelled, startling Alex and making her jump right up in her bed.

"Kay, damn, I'm up," Alex whispered, running a hand down her face.

"Hey, no cussing at me, young lady," her mom said as she walked out the door, shutting it behind her.

"Jesus," Alex sighed, slowly getting up from the bed and making her way over to the dresser. As she picked out her outfit, she called out,

"Mom, where are we going today?"

"Church," Mike responded from the other room.

"Noo," Alex dragged out, shutting the door in frustration.

She settled on a white floral dress that went to her knees, paired with her trusty Converse. Comfort over style, any day. After quickly curling her hair, putting on some small earrings and brushing her teeth, she went back to her bed and grabbed her phone, calling her bestfriend Deena.

"Pick up," Alex mumbled as the phone rang.

"Hey, I'm like, really busy right now," Deena answered.

"Code pink," Deena whispered hurriedly.

"Ohhh, right, right. Well, I'll leave you to it," Alex chuckled. "Just wanted to tell you, I'm going to church, and you should come so we can ditch."

"Alrighty, bye!" Deena said, quickly hanging up.

The two girls had a whole code system - red for major emergencies, yellow for minor ones, and pink for...well, if you're with somebody, like a hook up.

Alex shook her head, amused. "Damn, Deena, you really do pull," she muttered to herself as she grabbed her small purse and headed out of her room.

"Y'all ready or what?" she called out, taking a bite of a banana.

Her mom glared at Mike. "Yep," she said, the exasperation evident in her voice.

Alex shot her mom a confused look, but her mom just rolled her eyes in response.

'It's like living with kids in this house, Jesus. How do I communicate my feelings better than adults, let alone my own parents?'she thought, sighing inwardly.

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"Do we really have to do this? We aren't even religious," Alex groaned, resting her head against the car door as the trees blurred by.

She kept glancing at her phone, hoping for a response from Deena. She hated going to these things alone; the church-goers always seemed to target her with their nosy questions.

"Why do you dress like that?" "Do you have a boyfriend yet? I'm guessing you don't."

And that was just to her face—she could only imagine what they said behind her back.

"When was the last time you guys even prayed or touched a Bible?" she questioned, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Her mother and Mike didn't respond, which only made her scoff louder. "Right," she sighed, sinking deeper into her seat.

ding!

"Yes," she whispered to herself, a small smile creeping across her face as she saw Deena's reply in the group chat.

Tᴏᴅᴀʏ 8:45ᴀᴍ

Deena🦧

Hey sorry, I was busy🫣🤭

Alex

Yeah im sure you wereeee😏🙄

Im on the way to church rn, wya

Sammy hammy🐹

woww way to ask about me wow

Alex

sorrryy sammy

where tf r yall

please tell me ur going

cuz if u arent im going

to actually kms😢😫

Deena🦧

just got in the car rn

be there soon

Sammy hammy🐹

ye me too

im on my bike rn

Alex

hurry yall asses up PUHHLEASEE BROO

i dont wanna be here alone, theyre gonna patronize me. this is child abuse hurry please. im literally unbuckling my seatbelt rn im abt to freaking walk in

Sammy hammy🐹

bros having an existential crisis rn💀💀 i literally live down the road from church ill literally be there in like 3 mins tops

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Alex sighed, her moment of peace shattered by the relentless tapping on the car window. It was Mike, gesturing impatiently for her to get out.

"Okay,goddamn!" she yelled back, rolling her eyes as she opened the door.

The cold air hit her like a slap, and she instantly regretted not bringing a jacket. As they walked toward the church, she saw all the old ladies parading in with their oversized hats. She couldn't help but laugh.

"This is so fucking stupid," she snickered under her breath.

"Language!" her mother hissed, swatting her arm.

"Whatever," Alex muttered, pulling ahead to avoid more nagging.

She could feel the tension between her mom and Mike trailing behind her. It baffled her why they even bothered with church. They weren't religious, never had been. Her mom was vocal about her lack of belief, and Mike—well, he just went along with whatever.

Alex couldn't remember a single lesson about Christianity from them. Sure, they covered the basics, but ask her about anything in the Bible, and she'd draw a blank. She often wondered where she stood—atheist, agnostic, something else? Most of the time, she just went with the flow, claiming to be Christian to fit in.

It was exhausting, pretending to be someone she wasn't, just to dodge the constant barrage of judgmental questions and condescending remarks from the churchgoers. The whole scene felt like a bad joke, and she was stuck as the unwilling punchline.

"I guess this is my life now," she thought, pulling her arms tighter around herself to shield herself from the biting wind and the suffocating expectations.

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✩Got inspired to write the thoughts that came in my head after reading angst time with @cutechan555 ✩

Warning. This is kinda long-

This makes me wonder if there is a core memory that would take ages for peppino just to remember at least one heart breaking and impactful moment he had including Naya caretta and Theo (there would probably be happy memories to but er ya know)

For tragic ones: Like for peppino to remember a bit of noise as a kid he would probably remember the second before he blacked out which was when he saw kid noise crying in front of him, I feel like this would be a core memory since he wanted to help noise he didn't want him to get hurt and before he blacked out and got amnesia I feel like he would try his best to at least comfort him for a second but the foggyness caught up and he was never able to help one last time, For Naya I'm thinking maybe she was in a dangerous situation where she wandered off into a little forest near the park leading her to a pack of stray dogs that crowded around her and tries attacking her but luckily peppino came in last second grabbed her and ran out the forest with her and other then this being a dangerous situation I feel like this would be the first time Peppino helped Naya out in a bad situation like that so I'm thinking like Naya was very thankful and probably said a simple like "Thank you mama Pino" and those words probably hit like a truck for peppino cuz it showed how much they care about Pino And for Caretta I feel like it be a bit similar to Nayas but different in a way, technically caretta wondered off on purpose and she was missing for like the whole day and then eventually around sunset peppino found her and lashed out a bit out her for just going without a trace and caretta just doesn't care and like peppino sits next to her and ask her what's wrong and she says "Ive been thinking of bad things happening" and like peppino starts feeling a bit bad since kids they don't rlly learn about sad stuff at an early age and he ask what are those thoughts and caretta responds with "I'm scared you won't be with us forever like one day your gonna die, today I learned what dying was and I don't want mommy or daddy to die or you" and peppino probably hesitates to respond and says "don't worry I'll be here for as long as you like" and caretta is like "But what if one day you have to go? Are you gonna say bye?" And I feel like that just hurt peppino anymore, this tiny child is thinking of worse case scenarios and I feel like if your like an older person and you hear like a little kid talking about stuff like that it it just hits different you know? Not in a good way but a painful way. After that he said he would promise to say bye and picked her up and took her back home, though that bye never happened.

Anyways I got inspired by these scenarios by: Noise car accident comic that CC made, Naya for having a pet doggo named James, and for caretta a similar experience I had with a child earlier today

Naya by @luigigirl12

(Sorry if y'all didn't wanna be tagged my mind just started going haywire after reading the angst cc made 🥲)

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Paintbrushes & Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 18

Dean x Female Reader

A/N: We are this close to the ending y'all, please bare with me with this chapter. So much still needs to happen, I'm excited and saddened at the same time.🐞🥰

Side Note: Thank you bugsies for all the love and support, much, much love🥰🐞

Warnings: Fluff, anger, if theres anything else let me know...🐞🥰

No! babe, a little more to the right, okay no, wait stop, just a tiny bit more to the left. There that's perfect.

Dean collapse onto the couch he just moved for about the tenth time, if I knew, it was going to be so much work, moving in with you, I would've said let's life separately, even when we get married, he sighs.

Her eyes throwing darts, at him, folded arms, pouting her lips a bit, oh really Dean? There's the door!

Bursting out into laughter, Dean gets up, walking towards her, his eyes reflecting the lighting from the sunset, oh my  sweetheart, can't take a little joke now, he teased.

Crinkling her nose, I don't think it was funny, her lower lip trembling. Turning away from Dean walking towards the, rustic open plan kitchen.

Grabbing ahold of her arm, I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, his husky voice low, what's the matter, you seem a little emotional?

You were on the right track Dean, until you said I seem a little emotional, of course I'm damn emotional, I'm exhausted, dirty, and freaking hungry, so I'm going to fix dinner, shaking her arm out of his grip.

I didn't mean to say it that way, flinching at the look she gives him, you know what, I'm not going to say anything, until you get something to eat. Just one last thing babe, why don't you sit, I'll fix us something.

Her face brightens a little, really, she pouts

Yes, really sweetheart, laughing, leading her back to the sofa, you can be so dramatic!

Dean! not helping she warned.

I'm a brave man, I can take whatever attitude you throw at me, shouting from the kitchen. Hearing a giggle escaping her lips, makes him smile. Busy fixing them some ham and cheese sandwiches, he hums a Zeppelin song.

Okay sweetheart, this is going to be the best damn sandwiches ever, almost sliding across the wooden floor, placing the two plates on a make believe table, of a box titled, paintbrushes and other supplies. Baby? Turning to see, she's falling asleep on the sofa all curled up, her hair that was earlier tied up in a messy bun, now slightly loose, framing her angelic face, scouting for a throw or blanket to cover her up, mumbling underneath his breath, how blessed am I!

__________

The moving in weekend is finally over, and by Thursday, their little place looks like a home. She's unpacking the last of the kitchenware when she catches a glimpse of Dean in the corner of her eye. Babe something the wrong?

As a matter of fact there is, sweetheart, how am I suppose to go to work, when you look so hot, I can barely keep my eyes of off you? 

His smoky voice, filling her ears,  her cheeks a light rosy pink, and her lips forming a smile. Oh stop it, she mocked. 

I'm just telling you the honest truth, smirking now. Goodbye sweetheart, kissing her on the crown of her head, then stealing a quick deep kiss, before pulling himself away.

Bye Babe, be safe, I love you, her fruity voice filled with happiness.

Love you too, hearing him in the distance, makes her heart flutter. Is this what true happiness feels like she asked to no-one really.

_________

Hey babe, remember a few months ago, I told you about the case, I was working on, and the man who jumped in front of a bullet for me, when I was out of town, yeah I invited him for dinner or pizza, or something, it doesn't matter, I just want you meet him, hope its okay... the voicemail service cuts Dean off.

He laughs, why does she even have a cellphone, only she knows. Come on man, get in, gesturing to the car, I need  to introduce you to my fiancée, I have an idea she will love to get to know you, she has a big heart! I'm sure she'll set you up in the guest room, so you can stay the night.

Dean, I really don't want to impose, sounding more distant than the man intended.

Oh come on, you won't, get in, Dean demanded

The man takes Dean up on his offer, thank you, giving him a half smile.

On the drive over the two men talked about how much life changed since the last time they saw each other.

Life has a funny way of working out, with its curveballs and all, who would've thought that I Dean Winchester would be marrying a wonderful women.

When's the big day, the deep voice, heavy with accent interrupted him.

It is in two weeks, we didn't want a long engagement, his smile wrapping across his face.

Oh! Well congrats Dean, he expressed.

Thanks, we're here! Pulling into the driveway.

Its a lovely place you have here Dean, he replied.

Hearing Dean mumbling something, he catches a glimpse of a wind charm, hanging by the porch, filled with leaves and lady bugs. I used to know someone who loves those tiny creatures so much saying in a hushed tone.

Dean laugh's, I bet you no-one loves them more than my girl. Dean's phone ringing, breaks the conversation, before picking up, he gesture's to the man, he can enter the house so long, but he needs to take this call first.

Thanks, he hesitated. Stepping on the porch, admiring the rustic house, opening the screen door, he catches a glimpse of her, standing on a ladder, bare feet, a paint stained shirt, and shorts, her hair in a loose braid, singing Bon Jovi's It's my life while painting.

There it is again, the out of control beating of his heart, he lets out a sigh, contemplating if he should say hi, or run. Before even realizing he walked closer, standing almost at the ladder, she always had the power to overtake all his common sense, filling him with wonder.

The paint brush in her hand, drops to the floor, oh come on, shit, really, adjusting her footing, stepping miss on the first step, coming to a fall. He catches her, not uttering a single word.

Her wide eyes looks up into his sky blue eyes, shock on her face. Benny!!! She yelps.

Hello Darling, its good to see you, his smoky voice, low.

His arms still wrapped around her. W..what are you doing here she stutters.

Its a long story Darling, you look as beautiful as ever, trying to fight the urge to kiss her, his voice breathy.

As if she read his mind, she shy's away, loosening out of his grip. Concern on her face, her voice shaky, this can't be happening.

Darling I'm so sorry, Dean insisted, and in full honesty there was the slightest bit of hope in me, that the two of you didn't get back together, and that he was talking about someone else.

Benny!! I never told Dean your name, nor have I really said what happened between us, this is a disaster, a freaking disaster.

Your right, I don't know what I was thinking, Benny said faking a smile. Turning around, walking towards the door, he stops dead in his tracks, glancing over to her, his voice even lower and deeper than before, I am really glad your happy darling.

Before she could reply, Dean's voice filled with anger, rushed over them. What the hell is this Benny? Tossing the sketchpad against him, the note he kept in there flung across the room.

Dean, calm down, I don't want trouble, Benny's voice seemed calm but stern.

Shut up! Just.... Shut up, Dean's jaw tightened. His eyes darker than usual!

Look man! Benny begun. Before he could finish his sentence, Dean's fist met the side of his jaw, making him stumble a bit backwards, swiping the blood from his busted lip, before throwing his hands up in a defensive position. Just stop Dean your making a fool of yourself, his voice stern.

Get out, of my damn house, you are testing me, Dean shouted! Glaring at Benny, with pursed lips, you knew who I was along didn't you?

Benny wanted to reply to Dean, but got interrupted.

Stop it, just stop it, her voice filled with concern and fear. Her cheeks a flushed red and tearstained.

Both men looking at her, not saying a single word, until Dean cocks his head back to Benny, shouting, I will shoot you if you come near her again, she's mine!!!

Anger on her face, I'm not anyone's possession Dean, her pupils are blown and darker that he'd every seen. I'm not some object! Running out the door, stopping for a few seconds, glaring at both men, do not follow me and when I get home, you two children better start acting like the grown freaking men you are. Rushing to the car she gets in, speeding off.

The two angry men is left standing there, shock on there face, listening to the roaring of the impala's engine.

[akita-tanaka]

Girl mom Kanae

!Platonic! Chid reader x Kanae

Sanemi and Kanae were married. You were their six year old child, Y/N. You were only 6. You had white hair just like Sanemi's and bright pink eyes just like Kanae's. They would never let you experience what they did and wouldn't let a demon lay even a finger on you. They would never allow you to be a demon slayer and go through the pain of grueling battles.

You were out on a mommy daughter day when you were strolling through the streets of the night of Asakusa, you were eating a mochi when Kanae decided to use the restroom.

"Y/N-san, I'm giving my blade ok? No mischief."

She said as she went inside the restroom. You suddenly heard as strange nois from the alleyway. Even though your mom told you not to move an inch you still went inside, to your horror, you saw a demon about to feast on a woman!

You held the blade your mom gave you and remembered how your mom used her fighting styles...

You remembered her using flower breathing and remembered the movements precisely as you remember the fighting stance your mom thought you...

"Flower breathing, sixth form, whirling peach!"

As you struck forward, remembering the movements precisely without any mistake you cut off the demons neck!

The woman was shocked and didn't know what to say. Suddenly you hear Kanae running in the alley, she saw the demon disintegrating, the woman in fear, and the blade in your hand...

She immediately tried to piece together what had happened until the frantic woman has said everything.

"Your child is a lifesaver! A miracle child! Oh she saved me! She did!"

Kanae looked at her and back at you, she looked angry... but then... she smiled as she picked you up and left the alley.

After a awkward silence of walking she finally said...

"Akita... Welcome to the demon slayer corps..."

Hi y'all! ❤️❤️

As I promised I made a post on Kanae and daughter!

I may make one more last post for they day! But if I don't I'll definitely make one for tomorrow!

And thank you for all the support! 💞

I really appreciate it!

Bye peeps! I'll see you in the next post!

[annieqattheperipheral]

Kyle. Hi. Wow. Ok. I'm sad. Wow gonna miss u hard.

Ok so the Brendan Shanahan media availability just ended. Wow, he revealed a fair bit and didn't hide that letting Kyle go was his decision and revealed when he changed his mind from fully working on extending his contract, to ok thank you but bye.

The timeline:

Off-season 2022: shanny tells dubas they're going to wait and see how the 22-23 season goes and then decide on whether or not to extend him. Kyle all cool beans super profesh

Season: goes well normal ups n downs. Owners & board & shanny are happy

Trade deadline 2023: shanny is very pleased and now there's not much else for GMs to do rn so tells dubas we want to extend you. Kyle all cool beans i want that too here's my agent's deets y'all figure it out keep me out of it while i focus on the end of season & playoffs

Friday May 12: Leafs nation crashes and burns out of the playoffs in round 2

Saturday day off

Sunday they all come in for team pictures and shanny & dubas chat and he tells dubas you did well this doesn't change anything we still want to extend you. also everyone will be talking to media tmr you don't have to i won't be. Kyle all cool beans but I'm gonna bc the players & coach have to and i should support them

Monday May 15 - Kyle Dubas speaks to media -> he did not confirm yes/no on whether he wanted to stay as GM, answers with this season was v hard on my family and i have to speak w them before i answer in any way at all

Shanny's brain goes all WTF. Yes we've talked extensively at every conversation about how hard this season has been on your family. But like did not expect that response to the media. So then shanny's all driving home that night thinking ok i have to think about the possibility of next season having a different GM

Tuesday - they don't chat

Wednesday - shanny goes to see dubas. They talk about his Monday media availability cuz shanny got questions cuz like wtf. They talk about pressure on family in this industry both as player and management. Kyle says his agent will contact him tmr and shanny all uhh ok but I'm like still so confused girl

Thursday - dubas agent sends shanny a new contract w different financial package expectations. Kyle emails shanny that night i wanna be ur GM boo🫶 but shanny already got the ick factor going and is so not into it anymore

Friday May 19/today - shanny drove to dubas office at ford performance centre and told him we will not be extending ur contract 😭😭😭

Brendan Shanahan speaks to media

If you've got the urge and u really love kyle highly encourage you watch/listen to both of their press conferences. Shanahan speaks highly of Dubas keeps it profesh there is none of the bad blood we heard about

Kyle is so awesome, open, emotional and possibly its the last time we'll hear from him for awhile since he's no longer with MLSE nor any other org. He said in his media that if he were to not be GM with leafs, in no way would we be seeing him signing with another team like next week. His answer didn't have anything to do w having other job offers.

My overall conclusion:

shanny no longer saw the 100% passion and want for the job anymore from dubas during his Monday press conference. And it's ok if that is how kyle is feeling bc he clearly needs to focus on family for a bit now after just a rollicking season & stressful as shit playoffs. Yes Kyle was in a vulnerable state so soon after playoffs elimination and probably shouldn't have been judged for his contract extension based off of that. But workplaces and jobs are like relationships where if the want to work isn't fully there anymore it is going to turn off your coworkers and boss, and his lack of confirmation of wanting to be GM to the press really drove home that he was still on the fence and iffy about going all in on the job despite the horrible 2nd round loss.

Wherever you go kyle, I'm following you, even if you go to one of my hated teams bc i know you'll fix the org & locker room culture like you did at the leafs💙💙💙

[imagineandwrite]

𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘝

Bye Bye Mondie

Word Count: 812 Warnings: Arguing, drowning, angst, Y/N's got a difficult choice to make A/N: This is only short cause you can interact with it

"That girl!" Ramonda exclaims in panic. That uneasy feeling was growing, and Ramonda knew something wrong would happen. Namor might be her ending, and she hopes you'll be there for Shuri.

"My queen, what should we do?" 

The throne doors creep open, and everyone's eyes turn at the commotion. You shove through the crack as you shout, "Why the hell are those doors so damn heavy?"

Ramonda sighs in relief as she waves the Nymerian forward, "Taraji, tell me, what do you think they should do?"

You huff in disbelief, and the remaining warriors join your confusion. Ramonda raises a hand, and the room quiets. She nods as she waves her hand at you, signaling you to speak.

"Evacuate, um- use emergency protocols, all of it. I don't know what y'all are trained to do," You stammer, your gaze shifting between Ramonda and Riri, the latter giving you nods of encouragement. 

Ramonda nods in agreement before turning to the warriors, "She gave you orders." 

Ayo slams her spear on the ground, and like clockwork, everyone leaves. The Queen smiles softly at you and raises her arms to cup your face. "You'll be a great Queen."

"You're not dying, and I'm not becoming Queen," You denied, shaking your head free from Ramonda's hold. Riri fidgets as she looks around before stepping forward slightly. "Can't just sit here, so what're we doing?"

"Griot," Ramonda calls, walking upstairs and towards the mullion. "Grant me access to the emergency response fleet."

A holographic map of the city appears, and she begins to pilot the scarab beetles. Glancing back at the pair of young adults, Ramonda nods towards the other mullion as she hands Riri a pair of Kimoyo Beads. "Help!"

You blink, and another water bomb explodes. What if they didn't have enough ships? What if they were too late? 

Ramonda glances over when four of the beetles suddenly freeze, and she sighs softly. "Taraji, look at me."

Smiling when you look at her, Ramonda coos, "Everything will be fine."

"You don't know that," You huff, looking back at the controls and piloting the beetles.

"Taraji, answer me. Are you with us?" She asks, guiding the beetles to pick up people. She smiles when you huff out, "Course I am. I'm not leaving any time soon."

"Quick question," Riri interrupts, standing on her tiptoes to look over the hologram. "Is that Shuri?"

A sunbird chases after Namor as he dodges every shot. He dives into the water before shooting up and driving his spear through the aircraft windshield straight into the control panel. He flies away, and Shuri and Aneka crash into the moat.

You're sure she can hear Ramonda saying something, but it sounds far. You could hear Ramonda calling you and Riri telling you everything was okay. But was it? Everything blurs before suddenly clearing, and the process repeats as tears fall from your eyes.

A blob appears in front of you before clearing into Namor. He flies in front of the throne windows and stares at the three behind the glass. His gaze turns to Riri, and you yank her behind you as Ramonda stands in front of you. Hands holding your arm, Ramonda softly speaks, "Everything is alright. Finish our task."

You nod as you and Riri scurry to the mullions. After a moment, Griot's voice chimes, "One minute until the last scarab beetle is to safety."

Riri sighs in relief as you both run behind the Queen. Namor swings his spear into the window and the glass cracks. Ramonda squeezes your arms before wrapping an arm around your waist and her other around Riri's shoulders. "You'll make it through this."

Namor smiles at the trio through the mirror before disappearing. Ramonda shoves you and Riri towards the stairs, "Go!"

"And leave you?" You shout, fighting against her hold. The woman is much shorter than you, but her grip is powerful.

"Run!" She demands, pushing Riri towards the stairs as her other arm still struggles against you.

"She can't lose you. She'll be alone," You tell her, and Ramonda freezes. Glancing between the window and you, Ramonda smiles, "She won't be alone. You'll be there. Take the child and go."

"All this time arguing, if we all go, we can all make it," You say as you grab Ramonda's arm to pull her with you. She yanks free and shoves you, and you flail as you try not to fall down the stairs. Riri tugs you with her, and she grunts when you shrug her off. 

"Kumkanikazi, please!" You exclaimed, and Namor emerged with three hydro bombs. (Queen)

"𝐂𝐇'𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐇 𝐀𝐉 𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐋!"

He hurls the bombs, and they explode as they crash into the glass, the room floods. The pressure from the water breaks the floor, and everything falls through. Your body jerks and you look around. The Queen's a few feet away from you. You move to help, and she jolts, pointing to Riri.

You glance between the two, and you're faced with a difficult decision.

Save the Queen.

Save your friend.

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20 - Andrea’s Theory

Part 21

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

I'm back with another chapter y'all. Don't hate me for asking this but what should happen next besides everyone remembering who Hope is at some point??? Let me know you're thoughts in the comments ❤️

Hope’s pov

Peaking my head around a tree I saw Missy and Ethan walking through the main grass just talking. She was actually holding his hand for the first time I had ever seen so something must’ve happened after I jumped into Malivore. “So wait a second you’re supernatural but I won’t remember after we leave each other?” Ethan asked her where I almost couldn’t believe that she had used compulsion on him like that.

“My dad says that it would be better for you to never know the truth. But my mom told me that you deserved to make the choice for yourself.” Missy stared at the human boy gulping nervously. “Are you mad at me?”

He shook his head with a half smile. “Why would I be mad that my girlfriend has super powers.”

“E, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear that.” Missy cried through happy tears covering her mouth with her hands.

He flashed her a smile picking up his bag for football practice even though he had his hand in a red cast meaning he couldn’t play for a while. “Hey I’m not going to be one of those guys that dumps his girl for being different. Now I gotta head to practice, can I do that Miss Heretic?”

“Sure, Ethan. Wait though you're hurt. How are you going to practice?” My younger sister asked her boyfriend in curiosity.

Ethan nodded at her curiosity. “I can still help the team with going through some of the drills. Then I have physical therapy which you can come to but my life is nowhere near as cool as yours.”

“Some days I wish I could have a laid back life like you do, Ethan Machado.” Missy waved bye to him, tucking some hair behind her ear heading in the direction of the mystic girl.

Ethan called out to her going in the opposite direction. “I’ll see ya tomorrow, M & M.”

“There you are, I have been looking for you everywhere.” I nearly screamed when Lizzie suddenly appeared visibly right beside me.

Clutching a hand over my heart I ran my freehand through my hair sucking in a sharp breath. “Lizzie, what the hell is wrong with you!”

“I went to your room until I remembered that you don’t technically live there at the moment. So I had to run around until I saw you stalking your sissy and her muggle boyfriend. When are you going to tell them that you are back because I can’t keep this a secret forever.” Lizzie snapped sharply at me.

Slumping my shoulders I huffed. “It’s better for everyone if they don’t know I’m back. And I’m not stalking them. I just like to see that you all are clearly better off without me.”

“No one is better off without you, Hope. And I can prove it to you.” She took me by my forearm, dragging me through the grass area and all the way until we were inside the Salvatore school. She keeps tugging me upstairs till we entered the attic allowing me to see Andrea who was rummaging through some boxes until she noticed us.

She lifted her head upright, eyeing me confused. “Uh hi Lizzie….you’re Hope, Hope Parker right?”

"Yes…I am." I shuttered trying to sound as confident as possible to keep my fake identity from being blown.

My cousin Andrea rose to her feet eyeing Lizzie more than me. "Lizzie, I didn't mean to go through your dad's stuff but I found some old files on a girl with the same last name as me. Do you know anything about that?"

I gulped cursing in my head at Dr. Saltzman not destroying all my files. Glancing over to the blonde I started to say. "Uh Lizzie…"

"Hope and you are actually related and I can prove it." The siphoner blurted out quickly grabbing Andrea's hand siphoning from her where they disappeared out of the room leaving me alone.

Frantically looking around the room I bolted towards the staircase searching for them. "Lizzie!!"

“Here it is, Klaus Mikaelson the Great Evil. Unfortunately my father came up with the title before your mom met your dad now let’s see…” The blonde siphon began flipping through book pages by the time I made it around the corner.

Snapping at her I didn’t want anyone to know I was back, especially this way. “Lizzie don’t!”

“Here we go, at first I couldn’t believe that it would be possible for such a murderous person to change but it has happened. Everyone in this town knows that it was Raelyn Lane who made Klaus Mikaelson become a better person but that is only half true. The people who changed him even more were his children Alina, Melissa and…Hope Mikaelson.” Lizzie slammed her hand on top of the book cover staring at her cousin standing in front of her.

Andrea drops her arms down at her side, utterly confused. “Wait, I don't get it. Lizzie, auntie Rae and uncle Nik don’t have four daughters. They only have three. This is a poor choice of words but what you are saying is crazy.”

“I’ll prove it to you. Get out here.” Lizzie stomped around the corner and snagged me by the arm until I was standing in front of my cousin. Lizzie crossed her arms standing behind me so I couldn’t bolt. “Tell her something only you two would know.”

Sighing heavily I rocked my brain to something that we talked about just the two of us. Something that neither of my siblings or our parents knew about. Tapping my foot on the wooden floor I quickly but quietly responded back. “You had a crush on Lizzie for a week when we were 14.”

“I…I’ve never told anyone that before.” Andrea blinks her eyes briefly. “You may be right, Lizzie. I’ll see you later.”

The pair watched the other werewitch leave their sights before I spun around on my feet snapping at the siphon twin who just put me in that position. “I can’t believe you just made me do that, Elizabeth. I don’t want to change anything around here if they have been happy without me. That doesn’t mean that we should blow the whole thing even though I miss my family and friends so much!”

“Urgh fine. But then that means you’re stuck with me. Because if I am around Josie or the rest of your family I will most likely blow your secret.” She huffed at me where I rolled my eyes heading towards the front school doors figuring we could head back over to the grill or something.

Unknown to the pair that had left Josie Saltzman was upstairs in the bedroom the twins shared. She was waiting for Landon to get back from looking for Rafael so her eyes scanned his room until they landed on a notebook on his desk. She walked over picking it up noticing a page was bookmarked and her curiosity got the better of her. “Even though I am in a relationship I can’t help but think of another girl's name running through my mind for some unexplainable reason. It’s a name I have never heard before and yet when I think about it in my dreams I wake up slightly smiling and confused. The mystery girl's name is…supposed to be Hope.”

Josie dropped the book running over to the bed grabbing her phone, dialing the first person she knew would have an answer or make her feel better. “Mom, it’s me. I ... I need to talk to you. I found something that I shouldn’t have. But you say that honestly is the best. I…I don’t know what to do. Please call me!” She sniffs through tears so confused while she held her knee to her chest needing her mother.

Raelyn’s pov

Walking into the Mystic Grill I stride up the bar finding my husband Nik sitting there with his back to me and I prayed that he didn’t know it was me behind him. Standing behind him I covered his eyes with my hands giggling in his ear. “Guess who?”

“Hmm Rebekah.” He joked back.

Shaking my head still covering his eyes I didn’t move. “Nope guess again.”

“Jacob.” He responded.

Removing my hands from his face I jumped down on the barstool directly beside him smacking him in the arm. “Do I have to throw you against the hallway by the bathrooms again for you to remember it’s me. You know your wife!”

“Never Rae Rae. Although I do have a bone to pick with you for leaving me in charge of our kids and the school.” He finally made eye contact with me leaning forward and closing the gap between us with a gentle kiss feeling me smile.

He drew back sliding me a drink over that I took seeing he had ordered bourbon that I had discovered I liked sometimes after the second set of twins pregnancy. "I'm sorry but I needed a break. If you want I can make it up to you." I smirked in his direction proudly.

Klaus smiled his wicked grin. "Oh I'd very much enjoy that." He leaned forward about to kiss me again until we heard the bar door opened and we saw Andrea rushing towards us in a panicked state.

"Auntie Rae, Uncle Nik!" She slides to a halt in front of us.

Jumping down from my barstool my husband follows me gently placing a hand on his niece's shoulder. "Andrea sweetheart, what's the matter?"

"That girl named Hope Parker. I…I think she is your daughter." She sniffs through tears.

Klaus and I both shifted our gazes between one another in silence until I lowered myself down on my knees to be eye level with the young werewitch. "Honey, I don't think she is our daughter. We only have three daughters, remember?"

“No. No auntie Raelyn I looked through the records of our family and there’s no record of a girl like Hope Parker. Olivia, Luke and Kai Parker are dead and bore no children. Plus she’s around our age so she has to be of your guy’s blood. She has to be!” Andrea pushed herself away from me sniffing through tears and the lights flickered around the room meaning she was letting her magic show until her phone vibrated and she calmed down. “It’s my mom. I have to go. But please think about what I said.”

Once she had left us alone Klaus stared down at me when I slowly rose to stand beside him again. He rubbed my back seeing that I was holding my bottom lip between my teeth lost in thought. “Raelyn, are you alright?”

“What if she is right…it could be possible. It’s impossible given what Kai did but it could have happened.” Shaking my head I stumbled backwards until he led me to sit down on a barstool. Holding a hand to my head I felt a headache coming on. “No way in hell would anyone fall for Kai. I mean people said that about you and me. But…he’s…he killed our family. He wanted to kill Lizzie and Josie.”

Klaus lifted his hand up slowly trailing his fingers through my hair trying to calm my nerves. “Rae, take a breath for me. This isn’t something you should stress about. We both know that Alaric banished Kai to a new prison world-“

“I know that he is trapped, Nik!” I snapped at him throwing my hands up where I was holding his face in my hand’s crying. His deep blue eyes focused on mine so much that I felt I almost would break. “He isn’t capable of finding love with someone so that means that ... .that she most likely is our daughter. If it’s true we are the worst parents in the world…”

Throwing my arms around his neck I buried my face against his chest as close as I possibly could. Staining his gray Henley with tears while gripping his shoulder blades in my fingernails. “Sssh Rae Rae…let’s get you home. I’ve got you, heretic queen.” I felt him gently lift me bridal style up into his familiar arms and he vamped us out of the grill thinking that there was a small chance that Andrea Lane might be right.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[tex-treasure-chamber]

Tex stared down at the caller I.D. on her phone, heart heavy. This was inevitable- of course Steve would call her. Would want to talk about what happened- about what he did. Maybe even apologize. She picked up on the last ring.

"Hey there-"

"Can I help you?" She asks.

"Yes, actually," Steve says, "I'd like to meet up and talk. I think one's due, don't you?"

"News flash, Steve, we're doing that right now." She quips but her tone is hard. He pauses on the other end of the line.

"You know what I meant- face to face. Please? I like doing things the old fashioned way, you know that."

"You do have a proclivity for clinging to the past, I'll give you that." It's out of her mouth before she can think to hold it in, anger churning and curling around itself over and over again like a hagfish.

"Tex, please-"

She forces herself to soften her tone. "Where? When? I have a schedule and I can't change it."

"Central Park, tomorrow, 3 pm?"

"Fine. Bye."

"See you then." He says.

She didn't ask for a spot because she already knew where to find him. They'd picnick'd here, shared kisses and fed the birds, drawn together on this bench under the old oak tree and there he is, looking like his age for once. She's early, but even still, he's beat her to it.

"Howdy." She says. It rings hollow in her own ears.

"Hello," Steve says back, "would you care to have a seat?"

"Not really."

He moves to stand up and she huffs before sitting down next to him.

"Thank you." He says, trying to meet her eyes but she won't look at him.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I hear you're going up into space," He says after a beat, fiddling with his hands, "you always said you wanted to do that one day."

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?" She asks carefully, "because yes, you're right, I am. Although, I could've told you that, ya know, over the phone. But that's not why you wanted to meet up, is it?"

"No, no it's not." Steve says, and she can feel those eyes burn a hole so fierce into the side of her face that Summers would be proud.

She sighs, tired. "What did you want to talk about, Steve?"

"I.. I wanted to apologize."

She finally looks at him, and when she does, she sees tears welling up in the old man's eyes. She doesn't need to let down her walls to know they're genuine and she turns away, angry at him, and at herself- she can't bear to see an old man cry, even if he was young just weeks before.

That mental image of him, young, and hers, was dead now anyway. She mourned him. She was still mourning him, and talking to him now wasn't helping, especially with him crying as if he had a reason to when it was her, /her/ who walked away so thoughtlessly spurned. How dare he cry, like he had a reason to.

"Okay," she says, voice shaking.

"I'm sorry."

She watches the words form around his lips, his eyes still shiny with unshed tears, and she clenches her jaw.

"For what, exactly? For abandoning Bucky when you promised him come hell or high water y'all would be in it till the end of the line? For leaving the already broken remains of what's left of the Avengers? Or for abandoning me, for Peggy? " She asks, ashamed to ask and yet...

Not enough to feel sorry for asking. She's fully aware she's being cruel, warring with herself, but her bitterness is strong and so I her anger and she can't stop either of those from leeching into her words.

If he's going to apologize, she thinks, she's going to damn well hear exactly what he's apologizing for.

She stares at him until he looks away and watches him clench his fist several times.

"I've already talked to Buck," he says, voice firm.

"Good on you." She says before she can help it.

"-and the rest of the Avengers can and will manage without me. To be frank, there's nothing much left anyway and I believe you already know that. You are going to space, after all."

'And you're dying' she thinks, but she wisely doesn't voice it. "So what? You're here to apologize about Peggy?"

Something flashes in his eyes. Something raw and potent. Something she'd only ever seen when that name got brought up. Before he can say anything, she barks out a bitter laugh.

"I didn't think so," she says, "and I wouldn't want you to- at least, not apologize for that. So um, what are you apologizing for exactly, when there's noth-"

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

And. Well. She hadn't- no, no, she /had/ expected it. Steve wasn't a monster, he was just extremely self-centered when it actually mattered.

"When did you know you were going to stay?" She asks.

"When... When I saw her." He says softly, fingers now twisting the wedding band. She pretends not to notice.

His words soothe and inflame all at once.

"Ah." A beat. "So it wasn't premeditated?"

"No, no of course not- I saw her and-"

"When did you stop loving me?" She asks.

"I didn't-"

"Bullshit."

"If you would just let me finish," he says, eyeing her as if he wants to scold her but she merely raises a brow. For a second, she thinks of Tony, how he used to encourage her to swear, and her heart shatters all over again for a moment.

"Sorry," she says without prompting, although she isn't and she knows that he knows.

"I just...I loved you, Tex. And I love- loved her," he sounds pained beyond measure and for the first time since sitting down with him she feels the inkling to comfort him but she's still angry- he got the rest of his life with Peggy. What did she get? Nothing but betrayal. She was nothing more than second best to Steve, nothing more than an ill-fitting replacement for Peggy.

He got the time to enjoy a full life with Peggy, and grieve her, and while she understood that he would still grieve her, it doesn't mean she can use that to squash the bile rising in her throat at the mere thought of what could've been. She hates herself for it. Hates how selfish he's made her feel, hates him, in that moment, and yet the urge to comfort still lingers and so she blames it on her Mutation and keeps her mouth and the mental channel between her and him, firmly shut.

There's that, and the fact that he's still talking.

"And, I knew the moment I decided to stay, that I was going to hurt you."

"Yet you did it anyway." She sounds tired even to her own ears.

"I, please believe me, I didn't want to. You're important to me, you always have been," she flinches but he doesn't stop, "but I knew I'd live the rest of my life waiting for this moment- the opportunity to go back, to have that second chance with her. If it hadn't happened..." He took a deep breath, "While I don't regret what I've done, I do regret hurting you."

"Yeah, well. It is what it is, isn't it?" She says, offering a brittle smile, "At least you got your happily ever after."

"Tex-" his tone is a warning but she's not sure what he's planning to do exactly with brittle bones and papery skin.

"You did, didn't you?" She interjects.

"Yes, I did, but-"

"I'm glad for you, Steve." She says softly, and damn if that doesn't hurt to say, but she means it- or at least she wants to mean it badly enough that it sounds genuine when it comes out of her mouth.

The look on his face only confirms that too; he's visibly shocked- just as shocked as she is, and his blue eyes are once again welling up with tears and she watches, rooted to her spot, as fat, rolling tears stream down his age worn face.

"I'm sorry." He says again, brokenly, almost a sob, as he reaches a slightly shaking hand up to wipe away his own tears.

"I know." She says, reaching into her jacket pocket to produce a couple fresh napkins. When he sees them, he lets out a watery laugh.

"Did you bring those for me, or for you?" He asks.

"Doesn't matter, does it?" She asks, carefully and slowly stretching out her hand to dab away what tears remain on his cheeks. He's still crying but she can see the soldier in him rising up. "They're not going to waste, regardless."

When she's done, he gently grabs her wrist and she lets him. "Why?" He asks, taking the tissues from her before letting go.

"Why what?"

"Why are you. Well." He sighs, posture straight, face dry, and ah, the soldier has indeed taken over. "Why are you being nice to me still?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I don't like to see old men cry?"

"Yes but-"

"Because I still love you," she hissed, not bothering to hide the bitterness and pain from her words, "because unlike you, I didn't get a lifetime to process what you did to me, and I don't know, I'm still an Empath, and maybe that's to blame."

"Or maybe," he says, "It's because you're you."

He's looking at her with an all too familiar knowing smile, one that doesn't fit yet completely belongs under the age spots and wrinkles. His eyes still shine like they used to. She frowns and he drops it.

"Tex," he says, "I'm sorry I hurt you."

Before she can tell him anything, he puts his hand up.

"And," he adds, "I don't expect your forgiveness."

Something in her chest sinks. "You. You don't?"

"No." He says firmly. "No I don't. Not because I don't believe you have it within you to forgive me, but because I know I don't-"

"Shut up!" She exclaims, nails digging into her denim clad thigh, "you don't get to make that call for me."

"Please stop, then." He says, gesturing to her hands.

"You don't get to ask me to stop either." She says, but she does anyway.

"What I meant to say," Steve murmurs after a moment of silence, "was I understand you're angry, and I know you're justified to feel this way."

He pauses for an inevitable outburst but she holds her tongue. When he sees she won't, he continues,

"And if you never find it within you to forgive me, I'll understand. If you want to never see me again, or talk to me again, I'll understand."

"Steve-"

"You're going up in a few weeks," he continues, tapping his bag before reaching in and pulling out a book, "and before you go, I'd like you to have this. I've uh, I've held onto it for long enough."

She knows exactly what it is the moment she lays eyes on it and she almost doesn't take it but his hand is shaking so she does.

"What's in it?" She says softly.

"You." He says simply, "it's all you, and the other Avengers, but mostly you. My memories of moments that I... well. I had been planning on capturing it all down and I finally had the- had the time to do so."

She can feel tears threatening to spill forth from her own eyes and she holds it to her chest.

"Steve, I.. I don't- I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you for what you did to me." She says, daring to meet his eyes. They're full of understanding, and sorrow, and they're blurry and she blinks hard.

"I know," he says gently, "And like I said, I don't expect you to."

"Some part of me hates you, you know."

"I understand that too." He looks like he wants to say more but seems to think better of it and she's not sure whether to be grateful or not.

"I don't, I don't know if I'll- if I'll," she's choking on sobs now, and that's it, she has to get a hold of herself but the words rush out before she can contain them.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to love someone again."

Steve's hand twitches but he keeps it in his lap and she's immensely grateful.

"You will." Steve says firmly.

"How can you be so sure?" She demands, pulling more tissues out of her jacket to fiercely dab her face.

"Because," he says slowly, catching her gaze and making her hold it, "you're you."

"Please-"

"And because you're you," he says, "I know you will. It's just.." he pauses, sighs sadly, "it's just, it was never supposed to be me. I was never to hold your heart, and, I think deep down, you knew that you were never supposed to hold mine."

She barks out an ugly laugh and opens her mouth but Steve continues so quietly, and so softly, that she listens.

"Even still, you held my hand. May I ask, selfishly, one last thing of you? Would you please hold my hand now? Only for a couple minutes, and let me say, one more time, that I'm sorry? With not just words, but with my own feelings?"

'No' she thinks.

"Okay." She says.

He nods, eyes shining again, and rests his hand in between them. With a sigh, she takes it and lets down her mental shields. She's learned to read emotions passively and not just actively, and relies on that as she tentatively allows him to take her hand in his.

Sorrow courses through her mind, sorrow and grief steeped until potent with age. If she weren't working so hard to keep the emotions at a distance within her mind, she would've screamed with it.

"I'm sorry." He says, and she's not sure if he's apologizing for hurting her now or before. He squeezes her fingers gently. His eyes are closed.

"I know." She says, too afraid to squeeze back but she does, if only a little. "I know you are. I knew before you offered your hand."

"Because you're an Empath?"

"No." She says, trembling, "Because you're you."

Relief and sparkling joy filter through from him, effervescent and explosive, and with that emotional transference, Tex puts up her walls silently, without warning, and just allows him to hold her hand for a while longer.

She briefly wonders what they might look like to strangers, an old, old man and a young woman such as herself. Maybe they see a Grandfather and his Granddaughter.

The thought hurts more than it humors.

Finally, he lets go and she in turn lets him. He's got tears in his eyes once again, but they're grateful and gone before they can fall.

"Thank you," he says, before slowly getting up off the bench and she follows suit.

"Thank you too." She says, and this time, she knows for certain she means it. Her heart breaks still, looking at him, but she's grateful. Her anger, the red tide that it is, has receded, replacing in it's wake an emotion she's not completely sure of but it settles in her chest, heavy but not suffocating.

"Will I see you? Before you leave?" Steve asks.

"If you come to see me off." Tex replies, sticking the sketchbook under her arm.

"Then I'll see you." He says, leaning in and she lets him kiss her cheek. "Until then."

She nods. "Until then."

As she watches him semi-walk, semi-shuffle away, the heaviness in her chest lightens. She's still not sure what it is, but it's there to stay, she knows that much. When he disappears from sight, she realizes that she's not upset about it. It'll go away when it's time, just like she will, in a couple weeks.

Until then, she has other people to see.

She goes back to Xavier's mansion, sees Storm and Logan and the others. Storm holds her close and tells her she's loved, that she will always have a place back at the mansion if she wants it. Logan seethes in absolute, quiet rage for her. His anger wraps around her, envelopes her but doesn't suffocate- instead, it soothes like a blanket against the cold emptiness Steve's left behind. She was wronged. She was hurt. She didn't deserve it. Tex knows she's going to have to cling to this to heal, and privately, she thanks him.

Steve indeed shows up to see her off into space.

She forgives him before she walks into that space ship. She spent weeks over this, over learning to let go of him, and what he did, and she knows she isn't going to take Steve with her to the Stars. No way. Absolutely not. The only thing related to her past that is coming with her is Thor. Everyone else in the Avengers team is either dead or have started a new chapter in their own lives. Standing next to Thor, knowing at least he will remain to take the next step with her, comforts her beyond what words can describe. He's one of her few remaining best friends- she wouldn't want anyone else to go with her into the future.

She forgives Steve. Truly. She opens the emotional connection between them one last time so he can feel it. He cries again and she holds him, shutting the door to her heart one last time to him. It won't open again. Thor takes a moment to shake Steve's hand, smile more of a grimace as his eyes keep traveling back to Tex. They exchange quiet words she can't hear.

Thor holds her hand as the ship goes up, as Steve becomes nothing more than a small dot, squeezing it gently with a delicacy that belies his immense strength.

The Guardians are quiet if not friendly, sensing there's something painful in the air around her and she's not sure if they're all just observant or if she's accidentally leaking emotion. Tex watches the Earth disappear. She's forgiven Steve. Now it's time for her to find forgiveness for herself. Perhaps she'll find it amongst the stars. Thor's own grief resonates with hers, and she hopes that when she does find forgiveness for herself, that he'll let her share it with him, help him let go. Until then, they've a whole universe to explore and the relief they're searching for is out there, waiting to be discovered.