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ruh--roh-raggy · 4 months

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Stars Look Nice Tonight (Punk William x Fem! Reader)

Hello hello! Welcome back to my lovely little punk Will series, thank you all so much for the love he's been so fun to write! So, this is a technical part 2 to Buzzed, but this series is going to be a little different than Home Sweet Home. I don't plan on following a linear timeline once I get their relationship fully established. What that's going to mean is we're going to have some plot build up with them being all cute and getting to know each other and flirting and all that good stuff, but the rest of this series is going to be published through one shots. I have a lot of ideas for fics with punk Will hehehe. If you have any requests you would like to see with him, let me know! If you would like to be added to my tag list, also let me know! Thank you all so much for reading!!

WARNINGS: Recreational 🍃 smoking, drinking at a bar, age gap (Reader is in early 20's Will is in his 40's/50's), mostly fluff with some suggestive flirting

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Word Count: 2,782

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“Are you around this weekend?” You smiled against the receiver you had pressed to your ear. You paused for a moment, not wanting to respond too fast and seem too eager. Over your post concert dinner of greasy bacon and fluffy waffles you and Will both realized one thing, neither of you could get enough of one another. He loved how the sound of your melodic laughter made his heart beat faster, the shy smile you would give him as his hand brushed over yours, how every so often he would catch you staring at his lips with a wistful expression on your face. You were too busy getting caught up in his seductive gaze to notice. He asked if he could see you again. Casually, of course, he doesn’t want you to feel tied down. You had to refrain from practically screaming your acceptance in his face. Now, you were standing in your kitchen almost a week from then, the man occupying your every thought on the other end of the line.

“I should be.” You respond coyly. William breathes out a chuckle, he could practically hear the smirk in your voice. “Got something in mind?”

“I was thinking we could go out for drinks… give me a chance to make up for the one I spilled on you at the venue.” You leaned against the counter, listening to the way his deep voice crackled through the phone.

“If I remember right, you weren’t the one who spilled it on me.” You respond in a teasing tone.

“Still happened because the prettiest girl in the room decided to stop and talk to me.” You freeze, your cheeks immediately growing warm at his compliment. After a moment of your silence you hear Will laugh on the other end of the line. “If you want to throw me off my game you’re going to have to do a bit more than fact check me while I’m asking you out.” He jokes.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you.” You giggle. “I get off at 7 tonight and then I’m free the rest of the weekend.”

“I guess I should plan something a little more special than a grimey dive bar then, huh?”

“I don’t know, sounds pretty romantic to me.” The sound of his laughter makes you smile. “Will… you know I don’t mind seeing you more than one day in a row, right?” Now it was his turn to be quiet for a moment.

“I just don’t want you to feel rushed-”

“It’s not like that.” You twist the long, cream colored spiral cord around your finger. “I had a really nice time with you the other night.” You chew your lip nervously before deciding to just put it all out there. “I like you, Will. I want to spend time with you.” Your hands grew clammy as his end of the line remained silent.

“I like you too.” Will was grateful you couldn’t see him right now. His face was hot, there was no doubt in his mind that he was blushing terribly. He couldn’t believe how ridiculous he was acting right now. But, there was something about the soft way you spoke, your small confession still ringing in his ears, he felt like he was back in college all over again. “Do you want to meet me at Ralph’s after you get off work tonight?”

You were taken aback for a second, “you know Ralph’s?”

“What, you didn’t think you and your little baby punk friends discovered Ralph’s?” He asks in a teasing tone. “Baby, I’ve probably been going to Ralph’s since before you were born... Do I know Ralph's?” He scoffs.

“To answer your original question, I would love to meet you for drinks.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you attempt to suppress your eagerness to see him.

“8 o’clock work?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“I’m really excited to see you tonight.” You jump as you hear him slam down the phone as he hangs up.

Will groans as he drags a hand down his face. “I’m really excited to see you tonight.” He repeats in a mocking tone. “Get a grip.”

“Well, hey stranger.” Will straightens up at the sound of your voice chirping next to him at the bar. He stood, sliding out a stool for you. His eyes hungrily raked over your frame, you had put on a slinky little black dress that perfectly hugged all of your delicate curves. He swallows thickly as his gaze trails over your pillowy thighs, he could only imagine how soft they would be clamped around his head.

“You look amazing.” He smiles at you, struggling to keep his eyes on yours, the thin layer of gold body glitter you had applied sparkled in the neon lights that covered the walls. He accidentally caught sight of your cleavage as you wiggled your way onto the stool, the sight alone enough to make his cock twitch in his jeans. You were incredibly beautiful, Will couldn't believed he had managed to earn even a fraction of your attention.

“Thank you.” You blush, looking up at him through your lashes. “You're looking pretty good yourself.” Will had opted for something a little more casual, a nicely fitted flannel that he had rolled up to just above his elbows and some jeans. Your eyes trailed down his arm, landing on his massive hand that dwarfed the beer bottle he was holding. The bartender makes his way over to you, a flirtatious smile on his lips that immediately makes Will prickle with annoyance.

“What can I get started for you, beautiful?” He asks with a wink. “Unless you want to just jump straight to getting my number?” You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Some things never change. You glanced at Will out of the corner of your eye, his gaze was burning a hole in the side of the bartender's face. But, considering the two of you had agreed to keep things casual, he just sat quietly in his seat. Your delicate fingers slid over Will’s forearm, his attention immediately moving to you.

You leaned into him, wanting to give the bartender a full show in hopes he would leave the two of you alone. “What are you drinking baby?” You see Will subtly mouth the pet name you had decided to call him, pure confusion written in his features. You take the beer bottle from his hand, your chest pressing into his shoulder as you cuddle up to his side. You turn the bottle to read the label, it was some foreign beer you didn't recognize. You slowly brought the dark brown glass to your perfectly painted lips, tilting your head back to take a long sip. Your face scrunches up at the pungent, bitter liquid, you shake your head before putting it back in Will’s hand. You almost blew your cover as your eyes met Will’s. You could see his thoughts loading as he processed having you so close to him, threatening to tear a laugh from your throat.

“She’ll have a vodka cran.” He chimes in, gaze never leaving your face. The bartender hurries off with his tail in between his legs, obviously embarrassed that he came on so strong to someone who was obviously taken. “Not that I'm complaining, but what the fuck was all of that?” He asks with a chuckle.

“I came here to spend time with you.” You explain with a soft smile. “Not to be hit on by some sleazeball who’s probably going to somehow manage to fuck up a vodka cran, good choice by the way.” He laughs at your blatant dismissal of his competition.

“It seemed like a pretty safe option.” The two of you sat and chatted for hours at the bar. William filled you in on the fact that he both owns and operates Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, a place you had loved since you were a kid, and he found out that you have the much less glamorous title of working at a hardware store. “I can't believe it, you've been working there all this time and we’ve never met.” The two of you had managed to huddle close together, you looked more akin to children swapping secrets on the playground than two grown adults having a normal conversation during a night out, but that was part of the fun. There was something about being around Will that made you feel alive. You weren't afraid to be silly, you weren't worried about him judging your interests, from the moment you had met you felt comfortable being 100% yourself around him, and Will would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same. He thought you were incredible, absolutely breathtaking in every way imaginable. He couldn't remember the last time someone had made him laugh this hard outside of Henry, every so often the two of you would have to pause just to catch your breaths. Will was honestly surprised that you seemed to like him, it had been years since he had met someone he didn't need to wear a mask in front of. Eventually, as it grew later, the bar gradually became more crowded. “Would you maybe want to go somewhere quieter?” He practically yells over the wall of sound.

“Sure!” You call back. “It’d be nice to be able to hear you.” You chuckle. Will settles your tab, refusing to let you pay for a single drink despite your adorable protests. You slowly pushed your way through the sea of people, Will keeping a protective hand on the small of your back as he helped part the way. You pushed into the stillness of the night, a shiver running up your spine at the drastic change in temperature. You stood opposite him, you faced each other in silence for a moment as you thought of a way to extend your evening together. “Not to be your stereotypical twenty something year old,” William chuckles as you break the stillness that had surrounded you. “But, I have a bong and an eighth in my car.” Will glances up at the sky.

“Stars look nice tonight.” A small smile spreads across his lips as his attention falls back onto you. “You're going to freeze to death dressed like that.”

You wave him off with a dismissive sound, “I'll be fine, I've been through worse.”

“I think,” he starts as he takes slow steps closer to you, “you should go get that bong ready to go while I go grab you a jacket.”

“I can work with that.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, shooting him a coy expression.

You pop your trunk, digging through the bags and emergency supplies you had stacked in front of your piece. The glass was ice cold against your palm and you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that you had fully cleaned it after its last use. You let out a small scream as a warm weight falls around your shoulders, the sound of William’s laughter immediately calming you. Your nose filled with the growingly familiar scent, a delighted hum slipping past your lips. You glanced at the denim, a patch you recognized catching your attention. “You know if you keep letting me borrow this jacket I'm going to steal it one of these days.” You tease.

“What a shame that would be.” He responds with a slight roll of his eyes. He carefully takes your hands in his, holding your arms away from your body. “If I'm being completely honest you look a lot better in my battle jacket than I ever did.”

“This is your battle jacket?” Your eyes widen as you ask. He nods in response. “Oh, Will, I-”

“Listen, my days of being a grimy little pit rat whose only purpose is to smoke, fuck, and sticking it to the man are behind me… Well, maybe not that last part.”

“Doesn't seem like you're doing too good at the first part either.” You tease with a small laugh, holding up the bong you had originally been asked to retrieve. “Hopefully I'll find out eventually where you fall in that middle category.” You wink at him before heading to the front of your car, attempting to hide the fact that your cheeks were burning over such a forward statement. You hoist yourself up onto the hood of your car with a groan, sliding yourself back so you could lay against your windshield. Will maneuvers himself next to you, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. He nods for you to take the first hit, flicking the lighter to life and preparing to light the bowl for you. You glanced up at him, stunning silver eyes studying you with a softness you had never witnessed before. You tilt your head back, blowing a plume of smoke up into the night sky. The two of you take turns, swapping the bong between you. A soft smile grows on your lips as you catch Will's lingering gaze. “What's that look for?”

“Can I make a really stupid request?” He asks softly.

“No such thing as a stupid request, but continue.” You turn to him with a smile.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about kissing you since I saw you tonight… I’d like to be able to kiss you again, if that's alright.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, scanning over his handsome features as your pulse thundered in your ears.

“I think that sounds a little better than alright.” You respond in a low, seductive tone. His hand cups your jaw, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. He dips his head lower, his lips just out of reach of your own.

“Has anyone ever told you, you have really pretty eyes?” You breathe out a laugh.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” He shakes his head in response, you notice him swallow, a subtle nervousness in his eyes that you almost missed.

“There are no other girls… only you.” You push yourself forward, a surprised sound escaping Will as your lips land on his. An arm circles around your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer. You set the bong down on the hood of your car before straddling his lap. He pulls you flush against his chest, his other hand tangling into your hair. Your arms rest comfortably over his shoulders, he lets out a small hum as he kisses you, smiling against your lips. You pull back with a small gasp as air rushes into your lungs, your pupils blown as adrenaline courses through your veins.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the concert.” You admit breathlessly. William gives you a charming, lopsided smile.

“Well, I guess we’re both in trouble.” He responds with a chuckle, making you let out a soft laugh of your own. “I just don't want you to feel like you have to rush into anything you’re not sure about.”

“I don't feel like we’re rushing anything.” You reassure him. “It feels right, being here with you like this.” He feels the way your shuddering breath ghosts over his lips, his eyes flicking over your face as he drank in every detail of you. His hands knead at your waist, trying to think of how to respond. It’s not that he didn't want you to be exclusively his, he had thought about how pretty you would look covered in bite marks, showing off to the world that the two of you were an item. But you had so much life in you, so much you had yet to experience, could he really be what you want? At the moment he couldn't really bring himself to care. You were sitting so prettily in his lap, your short dress riding up your thighs, his jacket drowning your tiny frame. Who was he to deny an angel what she wanted?

He sighs out your name as his lips find their way back to yours. You tangle your fingers in his hair, his glasses pressing uncomfortably into your cheek. Will tried to elaborate on his conditions in between kissing you. “I want you to set the pace.” He sputters out breathlessly. “If we’re moving too fast… or not fast enough… just tell me…” He slides a hand under your jacked, feeling the soft curve of your back against his palm. His lips leave yours, trailing across your jaw.

“Will?” You ask softly.

“Yes, rabbit?” He pauses immediately, pulling back to make sure you were okay. Your eyes instantly met his, the way they twinkled in the moonlight almost made him melt on the spot.

“Take me home?”

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ginnsbaker · 9 months

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In Losing Grip On Sinking Ships (20/23)

Chapter summary: You and Wanda go back for another couple's therapy session where Wanda reveals her abandonment issues; Afterwards, you and Wanda arrive in LA for Christmas with her family.

Chapter word count: 6.5k+ | Tags: Therapy, Healing, Comfort | Ship: Wanda x Female Reader

Author's note: Christmas part one. Can't believe there's only three more chapters and the epilogue. Enjoy!

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Twenty

As the second therapy session with Calliope gets underway, she opens with a warm smile, “Let's start with the assignment from our previous meeting. Were you both able to write and share your letters?”

You and Wanda share a quick glance before you respond with an enthusiastic, “Yeah, we did.”

You both can't help but beam, a sense of accomplishment clearly reflected in your faces.

“That's great to hear,” Calliope says warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Tell me about the experience. How did it feel to be so open with each other?”

You glance at Wanda, who gives a small nod to signal she'll take the lead. She inhales deeply, her gaze momentarily darting to you before returning to Calliope.

“It was, you know... really special. Romantic,” Wanda confesses, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks as she feels a bit silly, like a teenager raving about a crush. Her fingers absentmindedly twirl in loops on her knees. “I mean, it wasn't a promise or anything, but being able to understand just how deeply she cares for me... it made my heart feel full, in the best way.”

Calliope's attention then shifts to you, her body language encouraging and patient as she waits for you to share your thoughts.

After a thoughtful pause, you answer, “It felt like unshackling myself. Putting all my feelings into words, it was like shedding some weight off my shoulders. And reading what Wanda wrote…” You pause, turning to look at Wanda, a gentle warmth lighting up your eyes. “It... It grounded me. Reminded me of why we are doing this, why we're trying to fix things in the middle of all this confusion... It's because we love each other.”

“I must say, I'm incredibly moved by the strides you both have made,” Calliope says. She then subtly changes her posture, turning to focus more directly on Wanda.

“Now that we've started delving into Y/N's trust issues, it's only fair that we address your feelings too, Wanda. So, let's talk about your trust in Y/N. How are you feeling about that?” Calliope asks.

A flicker of surprise crosses your face, reflected in Wanda's as well. The room falls into a hushed pause as Wanda processes the question, her brow creased in deep thought. The possibility of Wanda having her own trust issues hadn't even crossed your mind. You've been so focused on your own sense of betrayal and the need to rebuild trust, you didn't consider that she might be struggling too. As you wait for Wanda's response, a knot tightens in your stomach, making you realize just how much her answer matters to you.

For a brief moment, Wanda looks at Calliope with a blank expression. “I... I'm not quite certain how to answer that,” she concedes, her fingers subconsciously toying with a loose thread on her sleeve.

You find yourself hanging onto her every word.

“Does it count that I was jealous of Yelena even before she and Y/N got together? There was an entire history between Y/N and Yelena that we never really discussed... that I was never really a part of.”

“Lack of trust can often sow seeds of insecurity, Wanda, which in turn leads to feelings of jealousy. Trust doesn't only involve a faith in someone's actions, but also in their words and their shared history.” Calliope explains, and then she turns to you. “Y/N, this is something you need to take into account. It's not only about how your actions impact Wanda's trust in you, but also how much you're willing to share and be transparent about your past and your feelings.”

You swallow dryly and nod at Calliope’s words. It's not easy, admitting this. But it's something you realize you need to say.

“Wanda, I wasn't being completely truthful with you back then,” you start, feeling the weight of the words as they leave your lips. “When I told you I didn't think it was worth mentioning… The truth is, it made me uncomfortable to talk about her.”

Wanda's brow furrows slightly, but she doesn't interrupt. You take that as a sign to continue.

“Yelena was... she was important to me. At some point, before you and I met, I thought she was the one. And when that love was ripped away from me because she moved to another country, it hurt. It hurt a lot. So when we reconnected while we were married, it was... it was complicated. Especially because you never knew about her. I didn't know how to bring it up. How to explain it to you. So I avoided it. And I realize now that was wrong. It wasn't fair to you.” you say.

Wanda studies you intently, her hands clasped tightly together as she works up the courage to voice her question. “And what...what did you feel when you saw Yelena again that time after all those years?”

You take a deep breath. This honestly thing is harder than you thought.

“When I saw Yelena again,” you begin, your voice low and steady. “It was like being transported back in time. There was this rush of old memories, some good, some painful. It was a little unsettling.”

“Did you… realize anything?” Wanda asks slowly. She doesn't spell it out, but you can read between the lines: Did you feel a spark between you two?

You don’t think you can answer that without telling Wanda something first.

“When Yelena and I broke up, our story ended on an open note. There was no closure and part of me always wondered 'what if'. But then you happened, Wanda. You walked into my life and turned it upside down in the most beautiful way.”

You take a deep breath, looking at Wanda, her wide eyes locked onto yours, filled with anticipation. “Before I asked you to marry me, I thought about Yelena. I wondered what it meant to still have an open chapter with her. But in that moment, I knew with absolute certainty, you were the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

Wanda visibly relaxes at this, which makes you regret the next words to come out of your mouth.

“But when I found out what really happened, it just floored me,” you say. “Our trust was broken, our marriage ended, and I was left feeling totally confused and hurt. I had to question everything we ever had together.”

Your voice drops to a softer tone, “After our divorce, my history with Yelena seemed like something unfinished that I needed to explore. I was just trying to make sense of everything, looking for a way to move on. I let myself think about 'what if' with her, and even gave a relationship with Yelena a chance. But we both know how that turned out, don't we?”

You give a small shake of your head, smiling sadly, “But to directly answer your question: No, it didn't spark any old romantic feelings when I ran into her in Soho. I didn't feel the same butterflies that I felt when I fell in love with her back then, or the ones I felt when I fell for you. And I realized recently that what we had for the second time around was more about seeking a familiar comfort, a way for me to move from you.”

Wanda nods as she takes everything in. It suddenly feels like a funeral setting, mourning a series of losses.

“I think I’m just realizing now more clearly, the magnitude of what I’ve done,” Wanda begins. Her gaze is steady, albeit heavy with a kind of self-awareness that only comes after a period of reflection and growth. “When I messed up, it wasn't just about you and me. It hurt people we care about. The fallout wasn't contained to just us, it spread to almost everyone we really care about.”

Wanda inhales a deep, shuddering breath, visibly collecting herself. “I can't erase what I did. I can't change the past. But I can learn from it. That huge mistake I made... it's a part of me now. I have to live with it, not as a source of shame, but as a constant reminder of where I went wrong.”

Calliope listens, her expression softening with understanding as Wanda speaks. When Wanda finishes, she nods, thoughtful.

After a brief pause to let her words sink in, Calliope segues into the next subject. “Is there anything else that has strained your trust in Y/N, or have we covered everything?”

Wanda, after a thoughtful silence, finally murmurs, “There's something else…”

You turn to your ex-wife, surprised by her admission. You brace yourself for whatever comes next, even though a nagging feeling at the back of your mind tells you that you're about to be blindsided once again by something in your relationship with Wanda.

Wanda bites the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. Her voice is a bit shaky as she starts, “I... I'm afraid that one day you'll just... leave. Without a word, without a trace. Just like my mother did to me and my brother when we were young.”

She looks directly at you, vulnerability written all over her face. You can see the fear that grips her in those beautiful eyes, a fear that you've unknowingly contributed to.

“That night, when I asked you to stay... when I overdosed... it was that fear. That feeling of abandonment, it just... it just became too much,” she whispers, her voice trailing off.

You’re stunned into silence at the enormity of her confession. You had no idea that she carried such deep-rooted fears. It makes you view your actions and decisions in a new light. You may have unknowingly triggered her worst fear, exacerbating the pain she felt from your separation.

You reach across the couch to take her hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I... I didn't realize that night what I was doing to you,” you say, looking down at your hands, now entwined. “I should've stayed. Maybe then things would've been different. If I'd understood...” Your voice trails off, choked with regret.

Wanda’s overdose, her hospitalization, it really was your fault. “Y/N,” Calliope's gentle voice cuts through your self-recrimination, “I see that you're blaming yourself, but it's crucial to recognize that we are all responsible for our own actions. Wanda's overdose was her response to the pain, a decision driven by her emotional state at the time. While you did play a role in her life, you didn't dictate her choices. There were other ways for her to cope, other people she could have reached out to. The path she took, as desperate as it may have been, was her decision. Our challenge now is to understand why she felt that was her only option, rather than assigning blame.”

Action and reaction. You understand that these are the things you can control if they are your own, but that doesn't negate the fact that other factors can influence them. Calliope's words don't quite alleviate the guilt threatening to engulf you.

“Y/N, would you care to share your intentions that night when you left Wanda? Did you plan to sever all communication with her?” Calliope gently prods.

“Calliope, can we–” Wanda begins, her voice breaking as if the words are lodged in her throat. “Can we not talk about this anymore?”

“No, Wanda, it’s okay,” you say softly. Your eyes lock with Wanda's, holding her gaze as if trying to communicate a silent promise. You then turn to Calliope, drawing a deep breath.

“I... I don't know," you admit, your voice low. “I was so hurt and angry... I couldn't think straight. But I never intended to... to abandon her like that. I just... I needed some space. I needed time to process everything that happened. And I thought she needed it too.”

Wanda cuts in to support your statement, “We were hurting each other... every day, every moment. It was as if we were stuck in a loop of anger, pain, and... meaningless sex. That week... it was like we were poisoning each other.”

Wanda's voice softens, reaching out to you with a heartfelt plea, “I understand now why you had to leave then. But this time, if we're trying... if we're really committed to this, can I count on you to communicate with me if you ever feel like you need space?”

As Calliope turns to you for an answer, you feel an immediate sense of calmness washing over you.

“Of course, Wanda,” you assure her with a small smile.

With a satisfied nod, Calliope wraps up the joint part of your therapy session, “That's a good place to pause for now.” She looks over at both of you, a proud smile on her face.

She then turns to you specifically, “Y/N, would you still be okay to proceed with your individual session after a short 30-minute break?”

You nod quickly. You want nothing more than to proceed and talk to Calliope about some things that have made it difficult for you to sleep in recent days.

“Alright, then. I'll see you shortly,” Calliope remarks, retreating to her desk, her pen already dancing across her notebook.

You and Wanda rise from your seats, and she mentions that she needs to rush back to the cafe to work on potential recipes for the “Cup-off”. You've only heard about this competition in passing one evening, but you nod supportively, thankful for her patience and engagement throughout these therapy sessions. She rewards you with a kiss on the cheek, and a promise to call you later.

“Okay, Y/N, let's begin,” Calliope starts, taking a deep and grounding breath. You find yourself silently admiring her resilience and strength. Her job seems like more of an emotional balancing act than you initially thought, bearing witness to all sorts of personal burdens day in and day out. Yet here she is, prepared to cross another emotional minefield. You briefly wonder if it ever gets to her–the burden of other people's problems.

“So, Y/N, how are you doing right now?”

You chuckle lightly, shaking your head as you settle back into the same spot you occupied just thirty minutes ago. “You were in the room with us,” you say with a wry smile. “You know how it went.”

Calliope grins slightly, responding patiently, “Yes, I was there. But a lot can shift in thirty minutes. It's fascinating, isn't it? The fluidity of human emotions. They can change, sometimes so rapidly.”

You smile good-naturedly, feeling the warmth from the coffee cup still lingering in your hands. Glancing out onto the balcony of the reception area had given you a moment to breathe, to reflect.

“Actually, I'm doing alright,” you tell Calliope, your voice steadier than before. “The quick break helped me calm down. I was upset, I won't lie, after hearing about the impact of my leaving on Wanda. And the thought of almost losing her without even realizing it... I would never be able to forgive myself if something had happened to her.”

“It won't be easy, but you need to forgive yourself. Wanda has,” Calliope says.

You take a deep breath, trying to absorb her words. It's one thing to hear Wanda say she forgives you, but to actually forgive yourself? That's a more complicated matter.

“Thank you, Calliope. I'll try.” You pause, collecting your thoughts, before adding, “There is actually something else on my mind.”

“What is it, Y/N?”

“Natasha,” you say, the name echoing in the room, fraught with significance. “She's my best friend. Well, was, I guess. And she's Yelena's sister.”

A brief understanding flashes across Calliope's face. “Ah,” she murmurs, leaning back in her chair. “That's a complex dynamic.”

“To say the least,” you reply, a hollow laugh escaping your lips. “I messed up with Yelena, right? I...I kissed Wanda while we were still together. And after Yelena broke up with me, Natasha and I had a big fight. She's refused to talk to me since. So, I’m just gonna go straight to it and ask you: How do I fix it?”

Calliope studies you for a moment, her gaze steady. “Y/N,” she begins, leaning further back in her chair, “A common misconception about therapy is that therapists are the 'fixers', that we hold all the answers to people's problems. But the truth is, we're here just to guide, to help you look at situations in a healthier way.”

You find yourself nodding, even though a part of you yearns for a simple solution.

Calliope pauses, letting you digest her words. “As for your situation with Natasha, you must understand that your control is limited. You cannot control her reactions or feelings. What you can control are your actions and intentions.”

She sees the understanding dawning in your eyes. “Your desire to fix the situation is natural, especially when you've caused hurt. But apologies can't be rushed, and forgiveness can't be demanded. However, there are steps you can take to start the process of healing.”

It's not an immediate solution, but it's a direction to follow. “I see,” you mutter, feeling a glimmer of hope. “Can you share with me what these steps are?”

Calliope smiles at your willingness to learn the process. “First, acknowledge what you've done wrong. In your case, it seems like you've done that. You've recognized that your actions with Wanda while being with Yelena caused you to hurt Natasha,” she starts.

“Second, reflect. Why did you do it? From what I’ve gathered, it’s because of your intense feelings for Wanda, which you have acknowledged in our previous sessions. Next, and most critically, how can you prevent such actions in the future?” she continues.

“Third, make the apology, but make sure it's sincere. People can tell when you're not genuinely sorry. Don't just say it to make yourself feel better, but rather to acknowledge the hurt you've caused," she advises, her gaze fixed on yours, driving home the importance of the words.

“I tried when I could,” you respond, frustration seeping into your voice. “But now, I don't even know how or when I could get another chance to…”

“Well, you’ve done your part, Y/N. Maybe you were sincere, but it wasn’t the right time for her yet. Maybe she wasn’t ready to hear it.” Calliope says.

You rub your face, feeling the weariness creeping in. “I just... I hope she knows how deeply sorry I am.”

“She will, Y/N, in her own time. Which brings us to the last advice I can give you,” Calliope says. “Give them time and space. It's crucial to understand that they may need time to process your apology and decide how they feel about it. They may not forgive you immediately, or even at all. That's something you'll have to accept.”

That's something you'll have to accept.

You went to kindergarten with Natasha. You shared birthdays together and even a funeral.

If Natasha never forgives you, then you permanently lose a piece of your life.

A piece of yourself.

***

The persistent drone of the plane engines always unsettled you, making you hesitant about leaving the familiarity of solid ground. This feeling has you rooted in one city, avoiding globe-trotting adventures or cross-country escapades.

But when Wanda asked you to go with her to Los Angeles to celebrate Christmas with her family, you couldn't say no. The way her eyes lit up when she asked you was irresistible, and with your mom planning to spend the holidays with her friends in Europe, you faced the prospect of being alone in Manhattan. Despite your discomfort with planes, you decided to put your fears aside and join her on the trip.

Wanda, otherwise the perfect companion, is now constantly on her phone, taking calls every five minutes, and when she's not on a call, she's texting. You overhear snippets about delayed orders and maintenance contracts, so it's probably her suppliers, but the incessant buzzing and clicking of her phone still gnaws at your attention.

Who are they, these people reaching out to her? Even if it's just business, what are all these conversations about? Wanda happens to be a very attractive woman, and people aren't blind to it.

She takes wind of your unease eventually, her hand reaching over to squeeze yours, a reassuring smile on her face. “It's just the suppliers and the maintenance people for the shop,” she explains, but the phone still rests in her other hand, a barrier that you can't quite overcome.

Before you can respond, the pilot's voice echoes through the cabin, signaling take-off, you instinctively brace yourself, your knuckles whitening as you clutch the armrests tightly. Noticing your visible discomfort, Wanda gently peels your rigid fingers away from the armrest and threads them through hers. A soft gasp escapes her as your grip tightens around her fingers instinctively, harder than you mean to. Sparky, comfortably nestled in Wanda's lap, looks considerably more at ease than you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, eyes squeezed shut as you brace for the sensation of the accelerating plane.

“It's okay, love,” Wanda reassures you. Her thumb traces comforting circles over the back of your hand, and you cling to the calming rhythm.

The plane picks up speed, the familiar pressure building in your chest. You suck in a quick breath, your free hand gripping the armrest on your other side.

Suddenly, Sparky lifts his head from Wanda's lap and turns to you, his furry face full of concern. His soft whimpering and puppy eyes manage to pull a small smile from you. Somehow, his innocent worry makes the tension ebb away slightly.

With one last reassuring squeeze of your hand, Wanda whispers, “We're about to lift off. Just remember to breathe.”

As the plane ascends, your heart flutters in response to the shift in gravity. The world outside the window begins to shrink, the vast expanse of the city transforming into a model town. You keep your eyes shut, focusing on the steady rhythm of Wanda's thumb on your hand. If you’re going to die from a plane crash today, you find comfort in having Wanda’s assurances against your ear as the last sound you’ll ever hear.

“See, we're okay,” Wanda says after a moment, a note of triumph in her voice.

You open your eyes slowly, the cabin steady around you. As you look out of the window, the sight of the sprawling city below is enough to take your breath away.

“Do I get a reward for doing a great job?” you ask with a smirk.

A playful grin takes over her features as she leans in, pressing a light kiss to your lips. She then whispers in your ear, her voice low and sweet, “You’ll get the rest of your reward tonight, baby.”

The sound of her voice makes you tingle in all the right (wrong) places and it effectively distracts you enough from your fear of flying, allowing for some much-needed conversation.

“How’s the cup competition coming along?”

“Cup-off,” Wanda corrects you with a chuckle, her chin coming to rest on your shoulder, her breath fanning against your neck as she speaks. “It’s been fun coming up with different flavors, but I don’t know…” she trails off. “But, let's face it. I'm just a home cook who loves her espresso machine, not a seasoned barista. I'll be up against real coffee connoisseurs who've been perfecting their brews for years.”

“And that's what makes it so interesting, don't you think?” You turn your head slightly to meet her eyes. “You bring something different to the table, Wanda. You have a passion and creativity that they might not have.”

She gives you a thoughtful look, clearly mulling over your words. Her lips curve into a small, appreciative smile, and she snuggles closer to you. “You always know how to make me feel better,” she murmurs, her voice dropping an octave, and you know she's doing it on purpose, trying to rile you up. But there's just plenty of things on your mind right now, and her phone buzzing with notifications again isn't helping.

“It's easy when it's the truth,” you say, stirring the topic back to coffee. “But how about you approach it from a different angle?”

“What do you mean?” Wanda asks, tilting her head and looking at you with apt interest.

“Instead of flavors, return to the basics. Use single origin coffee for your brew and make sure to source only the best stuff. I don’t know. Maybe I’m not making sense. But… sometimes people just really appreciate quality ingredients, you know?”

Wanda's eyes widen, and you notice a spark of excitement in her expression. She leans closer, her attention fully on you, the phone momentarily forgotten. “You may be onto something,” she says slowly.

“Really?” Your eyebrows shoot up, surprised and delighted at her interest.

“Really,” Wanda's expression turns thoughtful, her gaze fixated on some distant point as she mulls over your idea some more. “In fact, that's actually a great idea, Y/N. It emphasizes the true essence of coffee, rather than masking it with a variety of flavors. It's raw, it's honest, and it's authentic... Just like you.”

Feeling a rush of warmth, you give her a teasing nudge. "Are you comparing me to a coffee now?"

She chuckles, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe I am,” she says playfully, tightening her hold on your hand.

You roll your eyes, but your heart flutters at her words, and you find yourself leaning into her touch.

The idea of coming to LA with her just keeps getting better and better.

***

The flight to California feels endless, the hours stretching on. But the moment the plane touches down and the doors open, Wanda's face transforms with anticipation. As soon as she steps into the arrival lounge, her eyes lock onto a familiar figure. Her brother, standing a little taller than her but with the same striking features, waves energetically in her direction.

Without hesitation, Wanda breaks into a light run, her face lighting up with pure, unadulterated joy. She launches herself into his embrace. Their arms wrap around each other, the distance and time apart melting away. “Piet,” she murmurs into his shoulder, her voice thick with emotion.

He ruffles her hair, his grin matching hers. "Been too long, little sis," he teases, before turning his attention to you.

“And Y/N,” Pietro greets you, his eyes scanning your face for a moment before he extends his hand. The handshake is civil, firm but noticeably cool. His polite smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, and in that brief contact, you feel a lingering tension that serves as a reminder that not all is forgotten.

You grab Pietro's hand, giving it a quick shake. “Pietro.”

He quickly shifts his focus back to Wanda, bombarding her with questions you can't keep up with. As Wanda and Pietro chat and laugh, you feel a bit left out.

Pietro's cool demeanor makes it clear he knows about the issues between you and Wanda. You can't help but feel like you're on the outside looking in. Tugging on Sparky's leash and pulling your suitcase, you trail behind them, feeling like you're not really part of this little family reunion.

With Sparky trotting faithfully at your side, you traverse the bustling airport, lagging slightly behind Wanda and Pietro. Suddenly, Wanda seems to realize that you've fallen behind. She slows her pace and glances back at you with a soft smile. “Sorry,” she says, a slight flush to her cheeks as if she's only just remembered you're there too. “Got caught up with all the catching up.”

You offer her a small, understanding smile, grateful for the effort she's making to include you. “It's okay,” you reassure her. “It's been a while since you two last saw each other. Catch up all you want.”

Her smile widens at your words, and she squeezes your hand lightly in appreciation. The simple action is enough to wash away your earlier discomfort, reminding you that even if the situation isn't perfect, you're here for Wanda.

And that's all that matters.

To call Pietro's home in Sherman Oaks 'big' feels almost like an understatement. It's a sprawling, two-story house, complete with a wide, beautifully maintained front lawn and a driveway big enough to accommodate several cars. The house itself, painted in a warm, welcoming shade of beige, feels incredibly homely despite its size. The large windows and well-manicured garden make it clear that whoever lives here puts a lot of effort into maintaining it. For a brief moment, you feel a pang of intimidation; this is a far cry from the apartments and small houses back in New York.

Wanda's eyes widen in astonishment as they scan the surroundings. It seems she's just as impressed as you are. You lean towards her, whispering so that only she can hear, “Does Pietro really rake in that much cash?”

She gives you a sidelong glance, her eyes sparkling with amusement before shrugging her shoulders lightly. “I think it's his wife,” she responds in the same hushed tone.

“He got married again?” you ask, remembering the last time you heard about Pietro's personal life, he was going through a messy divorce.

Wanda nods, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, he did. And from what I can tell, I think it's really for keeps this time.”

Before you can comment further, a woman appears in the doorway. She's pregnant, very much so, at about six months based on her huge, round belly.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” she exclaims, approaching Wanda with open arms. Wanda rolls her eyes, clearly finding the grandiosity of the mansion anything but modest. She kisses each of Wanda's cheeks, and her warm smile is genuine and infectious.

However, as you watch her, you can't help but gasp softly. You recognize her. Your mind instantly takes you back to the day of your job interview at Stark Industries, and it was her–Shannon–who interviewed you.

You're so shell-shocked by the sudden realization that you just stand there, momentarily frozen.

Wanda nudges you gently, a knowing look in her eyes. “You recognize Shannon, don't you?” she asks, not bothering to lower her voice.

Shannon turns to you and her smile widens, “I see you remember our meeting.”

You manage to stammer out a surprised, “Yes,” while trying to regain your composure.

Wanda seems to sense your anxiety. She wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. “I knew about the interview. Shannon told me,” she confesses, her voice just a whisper in your ear. “She was the one who gave me your new address.”

“She did what?”

“I think she did it to amuse herself because I was–I wasn’t clearly getting over you and she sort of nudged me in your direction. But I didn’t contact you until a month later, when Sparky had to be taken to the vet.”

“But my getting hired–that had nothing to do with you, right?”

“Absolutely not,” Wanda assures you, quickly dispelling your worry. “She only mentioned it to me over a month after we... after we had cut off communication. She did mention talking to Scott before hiring you.”

The mention of Scott's name brings a genuine smile to your face, tugging at the corner of your lips. You make a mental note to call him on Christmas Day.

“Why am I here hunting for a tree again?” Wanda grumbles, glancing back at the shrinking figure of you through Pietro's pickup truck window.

“Because you love me?” Pietro shoots back with a shrug.

“And Y/N, she'll be okay back there, right?”

“Y/N this, Y/N that,” Pietro mimics, feigning exasperation. “She’ll be fine.”

“You say that as if Shannon’s the loveliest host.”

“Well, she's been a lot nicer since she got pregnant.”

With a small sigh, Wanda leans back in her seat. The earlier excitement of seeing her brother at the airport is starting to fade. Now, without you or Sparky around, she feels a bit uneasy being alone with Pietro.

“I can hear the gears turning in your head, sis. What’s up?”

Wanda takes a steadying breath, searching for the right words. “It's Y/N,” she begins. “Piet, I'm... I'm nervous. With Y/N here, with everything that happened, I don't know how…” She trails off, biting her lower lip.

Pietro is quiet for a moment. “And mom?” he prompts gently.

Wanda nods, her eyes distant. “And mom,” she echoes. “I wrote back to her, you know?”

Pietro raises his eyebrows in surprise. "You did?"

Wanda had always been more hesitant to reopen old wounds, especially when it came to their mother.

Wanda nods. “I did. I... I wrote about Dad. About how much it hurt when she left. I told her that I understand we don't really have a relationship right now, but... I want to try. I want to start fixing things.”

Pietro doesn't respond immediately. He keeps his eyes on the road, but the grip on his steering wheel tightens just a bit. When he finally speaks, his tone is softer than usual. “And what did she say?”

“I only sent it recently, just before we left for this trip,” Wanda admits. “I'm not sure whether she's received it yet or if she wrote me back.”

“So, does that mean you've forgiven her?” Pietro asks.

“I can't say for sure,” Wanda confesses. “But I'm hoping to, as I get to know this new version of her–the one you seem to have bonded with so well.”

“Wanda, she's really changed,” Pietro insists. “I've been telling you this.”

“I know, I know,” Wanda says, sounding a bit apologetic. “I'm sorry it's taken me this long to pay attention.”

“Hey, no worries,” Pietro says, giving her a gentle look. “You know what they say, right? Everything happens in its own time.”

After a beat, Pietro asks, “How are you and Y/N?”

“We're doing well, actually,” Wanda says, surprise softening her voice as if she's just realizing it herself. “Y/N has been... different. More open. More like the person I fell in love with. We're communicating more, which helps.”

“That's great to hear, Wanda. Really.”

“But,” she adds, her voice dropping to a murmur, “I still feel like there's a part of Y/N holding back. Like she’s still not fully trusting me... and I get it. I just... I hope that with time, that changes.”

Pietro smiles at her, nodding, then returns his attention to the road.

“And you and Shannon?” Wanda asks after it gets too quiet again. “How are things going?”

A shadow passes over Pietro's features, and he takes a deep breath before answering. “Actually... something happened. It's not bad, per se. But…”

“What did you do, Piet?” Wanda asks, her brows already pulled together into a frown.

“Why do you automatically assume it was me who did something?” Pietro retorts with a hint of amusement.

“Didn't you?”

Pietro hesitates for a moment before finally relenting, “...Yeah, I did.”

“So?”

“Well, about a week ago, I went out to a bar with a few friends from my old college football team, and I–”

“Tell me you did not cheat again on your pregnant wife!” Wanda exclaims, her voice rife with disbelief and anger.

With her sudden outburst, Pietro slams on the brakes, the vehicle screeching to a halt in the middle of the road. His arm aches sharply from the force of Wanda's indignant punch.

“Ow! Hey, stop,” Pietro shields himself from Wanda’s onslaught. “Jesus, Wands, I didn’t cheat on her, okay?”

Hearing this, Wanda pulls back, sinking back into her seat with a wary look on her face. She waits for him to explain further. He starts steering the car back into the highway again.

“I was just…” Pietro grapples for the right words, his expression troubled. “The therapy sessions with Dr. Williams... they've been beneficial, right? I mean, they've definitely helped you. And Shannon says they're making a difference for me too, but I…”

“But you still doubt yourself,” Wanda finishes his sentence, her voice laced with understanding.

Pietro affirms her statement with a heavy nod. “So that night, I thought I'd try a little experiment–see if I've really made as much progress as everyone says. I struck up a conversation with a woman at the bar, and before I knew it, we were flirting. It was like slipping back into an old rhythm–and it didn't matter to her that I was a married man.”

A bitter edge creeps into his voice as he pauses, gazing absently at the road ahead. “Then I offered to drive her home...that's usually when things take a turn, isn't it?”

Wanda recoils slightly, her nose scrunching up in distaste. The direction this story is taking leaves a sour taste in her mouth. She's uncomfortable, disturbed even, by the idea of Pietro willingly steering himself towards temptation like that. It feels too real, too human–a crisp reminder that making progress doesn't mean you're immune to setbacks.

“Right as she put her hand on my lap,” Pietro recounts, his throat tightening slightly as he swallows. “I understood that time spent in therapy doesn't just automatically make you a better person. It's the choices you make, every single day. Loving someone, being true to them...it's a conscious effort, day in and day out. You have to continuously choose them, especially when the sailing's smooth.”

Wanda absorbs his words, feeling the truth in them echo within her. She doesn't entertain any illusions about the two of you riding off blissfully into the sunset without a care in the world. Reality is far from that. Both you and her would always have to remain vigilant. Complacency, she knows, can be her worst enemy.

Wanda waits with bated breath. “What happened next?” she whispers.

He turns his gaze back to the road. “I moved her hand away from my lap and took her home, just like I said I would. Nothing more.”

“And did you tell Shannon about this?” Wanda asks, her voice steady, almost clinical.

Pietro’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Yeah, I did. The morning after. I didn’t want to keep it from her.”

Wanda's heart aches for her brother. Maybe he's truly attempting to become a better person, even if his methods are foolish at times.

“And how did she react?”

Pietro shrugs, attempting to mask his apprehension with a nonchalant demeanor. “She was... understandably upset. But she appreciated the honesty, I think. We're still working through it.”

Wanda silently reflects on his words. She can't imagine herself taking such a risk, not after everything that's happened. It isn't about doubting her own commitment or strength of character, but she feels it's a mark of respect to you not to willingly tread near the edge of temptation.

With a soft sigh, she turns her attention to the road ahead as they pull into the Christmas tree farm. The task of picking out a tree seems almost trivial in comparison to what they had just discussed, yet it also feels grounding—a joyful tradition amidst the complexities of life. For now, they have a Christmas tree to pick out.

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coquettebows · 6 months

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❥﹒bewitched (bewitched by laufey)

yang jungwon x fem! reader﹒genre fluff fluff fluff!, mutual pining, best friends to lovers etc ﹒word count 1k﹒warnings confessions, cuddles, kisses in the rain, i love the song bewitched, very disney!

"you bewitched me, from the first time that you kissed me."

"then we ran down the street in the late london light, the world froze around us, you kissed me goodnight."

his pale rosy skin, his arms currently wrapped around you while you both watch a scary movie. "[name]! pleasee, this thing is scary!" jungwon yelled out, once again hiding in your neck when a jumpscare came up.

even though your cheeks were practically red, you giggle at his antics. "jungwon, the movie isn't even that scary!" you snickered, then jungwon left your 'cozy neck' and stared at you with his cute cat eyes.

"jungwon..." "please...!" "fine!"

you reached towards the table and grabbed the remote. you turned off the tv and laid back to the couch. jungwon hugged you tighter, seeming scared. you smile and then you heard the front door unlock.

"hello? [name]! i'm home!" your mom beamed, closing the door behind her. your mom walked towards the living room. "oh hi jungwon! i didn't know you were coming over!" she smiled, also looking at you and winking at you due to the fact both you and jungwon were cuddling.

"i'll be in the kitchen making dinner." your mom grinned, walking off while taking off her coat to hang.

you and jungwon stayed cuddling, taking in each other's warmth.

"hey, jungwon?" "yeah?" "i'm going to be right back, im going to use the bathroom kay?"

"whyy?" "it's going to be quick i promise."

he unwrapped his arms from you then started sulking. you smiled at him and walk towards the bathroom. well, not before your mom grabbed you into the kitchen.

"oh my god, are you guys finally together?" your mom quiently squealed. "mom, no! i mean, i wish but we're not! he doesn't see me like that."

"oh please! do you see the way he looks at you! he's totally inlove." she beamed, making your cheeks go red. "mom! keep down please! now, im going to go to the bathroom..."

you sighed and turned around to walk run to the bathroom to collect your breath.

you closed the door behind you, immediately taking a deep breath in and out. you couldn't help but wonder if he really liked you.

i mean sure, you both had reallllly close calls of almost kissing but it never happened.

you stayed in the bathroom, collecting yourself for about 5 minutes before you finally decided to go out.

you walked out to the living room to see jungwon and your mom talking while eating dinner. "hey [name]! come eat with us pleasee!" jungwon grinned and you smiled back, taking a seat.

"we were just talking about halloween! jungwon wanted to tag along with us for buying decorations!" she rambled, and you quickly nodded.

"yes yes! tag along jungwon! it would make things 100x more fun!" "hey! are you saying im boring?" "no mom..."

"i'll tag along then!" he smiled, finishing up his plate. you smile at him and began eating.

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it was 3:33 am when you heard tapping from somewhere. you groan, trying to block out the noise. but somehow the tapping out louder.

you 'ughed' and got out of your warm bed to try to find that tapping sound. only to find yourself near the window, and opening it. a rock almost got thrown at your head but luckily you dodged.

"what the fuck..." you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and looking down to see jungwon.

"jungwon?" you uttered, and he sweetly smiled. "i didn't hit you right?" "yeah..."

"oh thank god! okay okay, [name] can you let me in for a second?" "oh, okay..."

you closed your window and quietly headed downstairs. you opened the door and then saw jungwon there in all his glory.

you stared at him and he stared back. "[name]...are you going to let me in?"

you came back to realization, "oh yeah! sorry..."

he came inside, taking off his shoes and quickly guiding you back to your room. "wha...what happened?" you ask him when he shut your door. "let's sneak out."

"huh? to where?" "anywhere! let's get food and head to the park!" "oh, okay, let me get ready then."

after a while of choosing an outfit, and just ended up choosing some hello kitty pj pants and a shirt, you both headed out and now getting some food.

"let's go to mcdonalds! it's open!" you say, and jungwon smiles, driving over there.

a silent air takes over, and you look out the window.

you both reach the fast food place, quickly going in, very hungry, you both get food, getting ready for the park.

you both laugh off from your conversations, not noticing the heavy rain coming down, until you both walk into it.

"oh, it's raining..." he mumbles. "the food is going to be soggy!" "you know what they say, the food tastes better soggy!" "no one says that jungwon."

he laughs and he grabs your hand. he runs, dragging you with him. you guys stop under a streetlamp. he puts down the food and smiles at you.

"[name], i feel like this is the right time to do this. please don't be mad at me." "what do you mea-"

he's kissing you. his warm hands caressing your face. you close your eyes and kiss him back just as intimately.

he broke the kiss off first, and he just kept staring at you. like he was taking in everything. "[name], i really really like you. never mind, i don't think like is the right word. [name], i love you. for so long. ever since we met, ever since you moved in from across from me. i've been waiting so long to let this out."

you smile at him and kiss him again. you feel him smile into the kiss and his hands hug your waist. you break off the kiss and smile at him. "jungwon, the moment i saw you, you bewitched me. you made moving here hundred times better. you always make things better, you make me feel better. i love you. tons and tons, and forever."

he hugged you, buring his head into your neck. "i'm really happy [name]." "me too."

you both stay like that, for a while before you spoke up again.

"so...are we going to let the food get even more soggier?"

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tomatoswup · 11 months

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Hello !! Can i have some fluff for tristamp!vash please 👉👈 (i'm sorry if i made some grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language :'))

Reader is ww's little sister, and she admires her brother so much that she would copy his cool characteristics, but deep down her personality is more shy, introverted, pure and innocent (as a result of hanging around with vash). One day ww asked his sister to go and confess to vash already (bcs ww can't take it anymore to see both vash and his sister just so sickeningly oblivious about eachother's feelings). So the reader went to confess to vash trying to be cool like her brother and all but failed miserably and return to her original personality (which leaves her stuttering, fidgeting, etc.)

I just realized it's so long- (I'm sorry 😔) feel free to pass this req :D and please keep yourself safe and healthy despite your busy schedule ^^

Confess!

A/N: Thank you for the request anon🫶🫶 This came out alot more longer than i thought,, also sorry for the late response I was multitasking with some work I was doing for school :/ i hope i did the request right -wheeze- Sorry for making you wait D: Enjoy🌱

warnings/tags: vash x reader, little sister!reader and big brother! Wolfwood,,, fluff, 2 am writing bc i need to fix my sleep schedule asap💪💪,, trigun coded chaotic confession from reader,,

Wolfwood liked to consider himself to be an observer, in more ways than one. Being a "priest" on the side, observation was one of the key things he did to keep both you and him alive in these treacherous deserts of No Man's Land but sometimes.

Oh just sometimes, it felt like a curse. And maybe it felt like that because he had watched on as his baby sister slowly fell in love with a moralistic idiot...Eh like a quarter of an idiot really.

"Ow ow ow..." Vash winced in pain as you tightened the bandages on his arm. After a nasty bounty hunter encounter, the group of you guys had decided to take a moments break from the road and crash at this small town that hadn't been too far from where you guys had been. And since having been given a med-kit by a kind family you had run into a while back, you took it upon yourself to patch everyone up with a stern eye, one that Wolfwood often shot at people.

In reality, it was the worst stern eye that Wolfwood couldn't help but want to stifle his laugh.

"Oh shut it, always getting hurt." You scoffed at the sorry-smiling blonde, cleaning the small gash on his right cheek "You act like you can’t die Vash, we're not all immortal..." He let out another small squeak of pain as you accidentally pressed down a little too hard on the wound "You need to take care of yourself a little more."

"Sorry about that.. I’ll try to be careful next time.." Vash sweat-dropped, trying to stop shying away from the cloth of alcohol you held up to him.

From above, Wolfwood dug into the pockets of his jacket, rummaging for another loose lollipop as he watched from the top compartment of the car in silence to not disturb the pair of you.

What? He was there first! Talking about ruining his evening nap..He put the newly found lollipop into his mouth and continued to watch on.

"Hey..." Vash muttered as you swiped your finger across his cheek, making sure the bandage held up.

"Hm?"

With a jolt, you quickly looked up when you felt the warmth of another hand cover your own. "Are you okay?" Vash asked softly as he gave you a concerned glint. Shit, you hadn't noticed you were slightly trembling.

Maybe that encounter ruffled your feathers a bit too much...Were you okay?

"I-" You choked out, feeling that odd churning sensation in your chest that you've only really come to realize you would get only around him. And it made you mentally blow a fuse.

W-What do you say!?!

It took a moments thought before you regained your composure at the sudden touch "I'm..I’m fine Vash.” You reassured him, playfully using your freehand to fix the glasses that had been falling off his nose “Don’t worry about me.”

'Are you kidding me?' Wolfwood thought in exasperation. 2 months, these small little talks and touches have been going on for 2 months now. Two months of him enclosed in a car as the both of you passively flirted with each other.

Yes, passive. Little bits here and there and suddenly you wear his jacket sometimes?

He can't handle the both of you anymore, it felt like he was drinking a overly sugary soda.

At least put a name to it!

Spotting Roberto making his way back to the car from not too far away, an idea struck up in Wolfwood's mind. Something to end the suffering, and something to perhaps help his little sister out.

"HEY ROBERTO!" Wolfwood lazily called out, jump scaring both Vash and you into standing like mercenaries ready for war. Looking up, you couldn't help but frown to see your brother mischievously waving down at the two of you.

"TAKE NEEDLE NOGGIN WITH YOU TO FIND SOME OF THE CAR PARTS! Let his ass do something..." He muttered the last part under his breath as Vash sighed, ultimately being pulled from the back of his jacket by Roberto who continued to walk down the road.

Was that a "Can we leave" from Roberto or was it just you?

"I'LL BE BACK!" You heard the spiky blonde shout out to you, and well, you couldn't help but laugh out and wave.

"Now that he's gone..." Wolfwood pressed down on the lollipop with his teeth until a small crack emitted, starting to chew on the poor candy "Seriously? Why don't you just tell him you like him already?"

Stuffing the med-kit back into your bag, you brushed him off "Nic I don't like him.."

Your brother let out a large, rugged laugh "Are you kidding me? For just being friends you two spend an awful long time alone together."

You felt the heat rise up to your face and god did you hope that it was because of the sun.

"Sorry but I'm gettin' tired of seeing the two of you pin for each-"

Wolfwood was interrupted by your muttering, making him hop off the roof of the car for a closer listen "Wanna say that one more time?"

"I can't..." You muttered as you slapped your hands on your cheeks, shooting your older brother a worried, red look "What if he says no?"

No?

You were worried if the love-struck idiot said no?

Have you really not seen how he would stare at you?

Wolfwood couldn't help but tilt his head in disbelief, the stick of his lollipop hanging off the edge of his mouth "Did you really- You try acting like me but you can't confess a little crush? What happened to that?"

You couldn't help but let out a tired exhale, he did have a point after all. As much as you did try to act like him, all brave and careless, you weren't him. Most honestly, the opposite and Vash had come to prove it too many times that you could count.

And maybe you were a bit too mean while you were putting bandages on him..

You covered your mouth, shyly looking away from your brothers' gaze.

Those times he had comforted you whenever you couldn't sleep, or when you were hurt-

"Oh spare me the shyness!" Wolfwood put a hand on his waist, putting his weight to one leg "Shit, if you don't tell him then I'd might as well-"

"NO!" You gasped out in horror at the idea. "No?"

Picking your bag off the floor, you massaged the bridge of your nose "I'll....Shit I'll do it."

Eh, Wolfwood bet two lollipops and a cup of sand that you were really gonna do it. But anything to end this suffering he's witnessed for god knows how long.

"Well, I'm just sayin' you should do it already. Its been way past due anyways..." He flickered his eyes back to you as he roughly ruffled the top of your head, making you whine in annoyance "Ouch Nic stop-"

"Just tell me when you do it. I'll kick his ass if he tries anything weird-"

"SERIOUSLY!?"

"I'M BEING SERIOUS!"

///

And that's how you found yourself outside the small town's saloon. Having asked Meryl where Roberto had dragged Vash, she pointed you to the right direction yet it was one you were a bit hesitant to follow.

Did you ever expect yourself to go into a saloon alone?

Hell no, you didn't even really find yourself talking to people in places like that. The last few times you've actually visited a saloon were only really just you sitting in a corner with Meryl or trying your best to sit away from people, watching as you ate your little plate of food but...

Would it really look weird if you strolled right in?

"It's alright..." You egged yourself on quietly "You can do it..Maybe if I just stroll in like Nic it'll be easy..."

I don't think you've seen how Wolfwood himself has entered bars...yikes..

With only a seconds hesitation, you pushed your legs forward and through the wooden double doors of the saloon, striding right into the loud bustling energy filled room.

Okay maybe you should’ve waited a bit more-

Yelling, laughing and god knows what those words were thrown in the air as the severe smell of sweat reached your nose, making you instinctively scrunch your face in disgust. Ew.

"Excuse me miss!" A waitress yelped out, making you take a quick step back nearly avoiding a bad collision with the poor girl serving drinks. Busy day it seemed, but you were here for other things.

Let's see, where could the two of them be- The sudden shout of your name made you do a double take around the room until the flash of red met your eyes and before you realized it, you saw Vash's waving hand of blue shine under the lights.

Well that was easier than you thought!

A wide smile on his face, his eyes practically sparkled as you pushed past several bar-goers and to his table. "Aren't I glad to see you!" Taking the seat next to him, you looked around the room once again "Wasn't Roberto suppose to..." You trailed off, turning and seeing the bummed out look on Vash's face.

"Well, we were gonna get the parts, but he saw the sign outside-"

Ohhh, the "if you bring two people they'll give you 50% off" poster...Made a lot more sense to be honest.

"And well, I guess you know what happened from there..." He sighed, resting his head on his hand, closing his eyes dramatically before batting them up at you "Now why are you here? I know you're not a big fan of these kinds of places."

So it did look weird!

Oh god...Your face began to feel a bit more hotter than usual as you unconsciously started playing around with a loose thread on your pants "Oh um...W-Well I came to tell you..." You nervously laughed out as Vash obliviously smiled at you, waiting for your response.

What if he said no?

With that singular thought, that singular worry that ran through your head once again, you choked. Nope, you couldn't do this.

You felt your heart beat against the walls of your chest alongside the loud environment and it felt...overwhelming. You should’ve done this another time.

The wooden chair scratched across the floor behind you as you shot up from your seat, making Vash jump a little "Actually Vash, I actually wanted to show you something I learned!” You fake laughed, taking a few steps back "But I just think it's bad timing maybe if I could just go outside to think about it-" Fumbling over your words, you hadn't completely taken in your surroundings when suddenly, you felt your back bump into one of the servers.

And with a scream, the server flew backwards and straight into the nearby table, flipping everything onto the...Very burly men sitting around it.

oops…

"HEY!" One of them hollered at you as you threw your hands up in surrender, the bar shushing down as the rest of the men began to spit out threats like venom.

"Woah woah woah! Hey guys, can't we all calm down and just chat? Haha? Maybe my friend here could show you a few tricks she just learned!" Vash intervened, putting a hand on your shoulder as he pulled you back behind him, putting his own body infront of you. Sweat starting to run on his forehead, he gave you one last nervous smile, teeth baring out “Right?”

Definitely not.

As if everything froze, the saloon had gone as silent as a library after Vash's remark.

Ohhh you fucked up...

Big time.

It was until the sudden shout of "Bar Fight!" had run through the room that you snapped out of your daze, realizing someone move faster than you had.

Vash took the opportunity to quickly turn and tackle you down to the ground just in time to dodge various glass bottles that had been heading your way.

"Gotcha!" Vash breathed out, pushing a wooden table down so that the both of you could take cover from the mess that was amping up at every second. The screams, yells and things breaking had made you put your hand over your mouth and listen in horror at the mess you had just created because of your last minute attempt to run away.

"Vash I'm so sorry oh my god.." You cried out from beside him as he gave you a nervous laugh "It's really no problem- GYAH!" He screamed, throwing himself forwards whilst pulling you along to avoid the body of a heavy-weight bounty hunter that had almost been thrown into you guys.

"LIKE I WAS SAYING, THERES NOT REALLY ANY PROBLEM! WE BOTH KNOW THIS IS THE KIND OF TROUBLE I ALWAYS FALL IN!" He yelped as you hurridly crawled to the next table for cover, Vash following behind.

"WHAT DID YOU REALLY WANNA SAY? AT THE TABLE?!" He loudly asked as you snapped your red face to him.

Crap.

Can't escape it now can you?

“I LIKE YOU!” You blurted out over the noise, catching him off guard "But! But uh! Not like the regular kinda like ya know!? More like a like-like? More like you make my stomach flutter and-" You continued to jumble your thoughts out as they zipped through your mind at the speed of light.

Fight or flight? HELL FLIGHT!

Pulling yourself up from the floor and onto your feet, you looked back down at Vash without thinking “IT'S OKAY IF YOU DON'T-"

"WATCH OUT!"

By the end of the day, everything worked out! Uh...Kinda.

"Ow ow ow..." You groaned, trying to lean away from Vash as he wiped the dirt off from the bump on your forehead.

"Hey don't lean away from me~"

This felt familiar didn’t it?

Well, besides getting hit with a metal serving pan square in the head, the both of you were able to get out of that hell hole without any other big injuries besides from your dignity.

And you made a big note to yourself currently sitting on the saloon steps, to never go into a saloon again.

Of course you had to make such a mess whilst just trying to confess your love to someone, it just had to be your luck! Maybe that was what Wolfwood was rubbing off on you!

You tried your best to avoid Vash's peering eyes as the tips of his fingers caressed your forehead, causing goosebumps to run up your shoulders "I never gave you an answer did I?" He pondered. And before you knew it, you felt a quick sting of pressure on your forehead and right on the bump, both hands of his gentle with holding the sides of your cheeks.

"V-Vash!?" You gaped out as he backed away, the blush on his face mimicking your own as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand "You really had a man's heart pumping with what you said back there! It might have not been as pretty with, uh ya know..” He wiped the bump on your forehead with his thumb “But I’ll always say yes, even if you confessed to me in the deserts or in space..”

You stifled your laugh “Oh really?”

“Definitely.”

The sun had begun to set orange and yellow, illuminating the back of Vash’s body and thinking about it, you hadn't regret all those feelings, or this chaotic moment with him.

It felt like a mental photo that you had taken as those bright blue eyes shined adoringly at you as you couldn't help but break out into giggles.

“You beat me to it though…” He chuckled as he got up and offered his hand down to you. "How does breakfast sound? Maybe I could..confess my love to you in donuts?”

“Well don’t mind if I do~”

Breakfast sounded perfect.

#trigun imagines #vash x reader #trigun #trigun headcanons #trigun stampede x reader #vash imagine #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #:requests💙#nicholas d wolfwood #the sleep schedule effects hittin rn #sorry i made this longer than i thought #I GET TOO AHEAD OF MYSELF

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Forgiveness

Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: After Sami leaves the Bloodline, he begs for your forgiveness, after weeks of you avoiding him and refusing to work with him again. But Sami wouldn't be Sami if he gave up, and after he lays it all on the line⎯ for better or for worse⎯ he begs for your forgiveness in a different way.

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more-blog @selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01@empressdede

word count:8,286

setting: around late march 2023

warnings: smut!!

a/n: not really my best work but I love Sami, got inspired by him nd Kevin's storyline, and worked hard on this so here I am posting it. Hope ya'll enjoy!! (also gif doesn't resemble reader, just a aesthetic for the fic, imagine the reader however you want!)

The sun setting on the horizon made for a beautiful view, but Sami couldn't take his eyes off of you as he raced to catch up with you.

You looked gorgeous even while angry. You wore a frown on your face and a hoodie that clung to your figure, the soft fabric swaying with each step you took.

"Wait, Y/N, wait!" He called after you as you reached your car, ignoring him and unlocking the trunk, trying to put your luggage away. Sami grabbed your arm gently, trying to get your attention.

"Please, just hear me out," he pleaded, his voice filled with urgency and sincerity.

You turned to face him, your expression a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Let me guess, Kevin didn't hear you out so you saw fit to come after me instead?" you retorted, your tone sharp yet tinged with vulnerability.

Sami's eyes softened as he took in your words. "I know you're upset, and you have every right to be. But please, just hear me out," he implored, his gaze locking with yours.

"I gave you how many months to leave the Bloodline and then you chose them over me! And now you expect me to listen to whatever excuse you have?" You snapped, your voice trembling with hurt and betrayal.

"Just do what you do best and leave me alone." Your words hung heavy in the air, thick with emotion as you shut your car trunk forcefully, signaling the finality of your decision.

Sami took a step back, his heart sinking at your words. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and the weight of his choices pressed heavily on his shoulders. But he couldn't give up without one last try. He would never give up on you. "Y/N, please," he pleaded again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I messed up, but⎯"

"But what?" You interrupted, your voice filled with a mixture of anger and pain. "There's nothing left to say, Sami. You made your choice."

Sami took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he looked into your eyes, seeing the hurt reflected back at him. "But I made the wrong choice, Y/N. I was blinded by loyalty, by the promises they made. But I see now that none of it matters if I don't have you by my side," he confessed, his voice trembling with sincerity.

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "It's too late, Sami. I'm not sure I can trust you anymore," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart.

Sami reached out, his hand trembling as he tried to brush away a tear from your cheek, but you flinched away, your heart still raw from the pain he had caused. "I understand if you can't forgive me right away. But please, give me a chance to make things right," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

He wanted to tell you how he really felt about you, but he didn't want to scare you away when you are already being so hostile. "We can defeat the Bloodline together, we don't even have to be friends, we can just work together, but I know that we can beat them if we're united."

You stared at him, and Sami's heart hurt when he saw even more pain and hurt flash across your face. You scoffed, sarcastically chuckling at his suggestion. "Work together?" Your voice cracked with emotion, the pain of betrayal still fresh in your heart.

"Yes, work together," Sami affirmed, his voice unwavering despite the uncertainty in your gaze. "I know it won't be easy, and I know I don't deserve your trust right now. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn it back. I'll prove to you that I'm on your side, that I'm committed to fighting against the Bloodline and protecting you."

You studied him for a moment, and you bit your lip, willing the tears to stay at bay. The ache in your chest was almost suffocating, and Sami's concern grew tenfold at seeing you in such distress. "Please, Y/N," he pleaded softly, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Give me a chance to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, to show you that my loyalty lies with you."

You pushed his hand away gently, taking a step back as you processed his words. The air was heavy with tension, and the fading sunlight cast long shadows across the pavement. Sami's eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of hope.

"Why would I want to work with someone who doesn't even wanna be my friend?" You paused, your voice wavering as you struggled to articulate the storm of emotions raging inside you. "You don't even want to be my friend, Sami. You just want to use me to beat the Bloodline," you accused, the bitterness evident in your tone.

Sami's brain shut down at your words, his heart sinking even further at the realization of how much he had hurt you. He had been so consumed by his own guilt and fear that he had failed to realize he went about this the wrong way. He didn't ask if you still wanted to be his friend, he simply assumed that you would be willing to work together solely based on your shared enemy.

He had been so focused on convincing you to join his cause that he had neglected the most important thing: your feelings. And he knew you deserved more than that.

"Y/N, that's not true," he protested, his voice pleading as he took a step closer to you.

"Oh really? Then what is true, Sami?" you challenged, your voice laced with skepticism. "Enlighten me, because from where I'm standing, it seems like you only care about yourself and your vendetta against the Bloodline."

Sami's heart sank further at the harshness of your words, but he knew he deserved every bit of it. He had been selfish, so consumed by his own anger and guilt that he had failed to see the pain he had caused you. And now, standing before you, he realized just how much he had lost by pushing you away.

"I know I've made mistakes, Y/N," Sami began, his voice heavy with remorse. "And I'm sorry. I've been so focused on trying to make things right that I lost sight of what truly matters: you."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say next. "I don't just want to defeat the Bloodline. I want to protect you, to make sure you're safe. And if that means putting aside our differences and working together, then I'm willing to do it. But not just as allies, Y/N. As friends."

You looked at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deception, but all you found was sincerity. His words echoed in your mind, and you felt the walls you had built around your heart begin to crumble. Could you really trust him again after everything that had happened?

Sami held his breath, waiting for your response, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and he would understand if you couldn't forgive him. But he hoped, with every fiber of his being, that you would give him another chance.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gazed into Sami's earnest eyes, seeing the vulnerability and regret reflected back at you. Despite the pain he had caused, there was something in his plea that resonated with you, something that made you want to believe in the possibility of redemption.

Then you opened your car door, the same frown from earlier still etched on your face, but the anger had softened into a weary resignation. "Then go ask Jey, your new bestie, for forgiveness because I don't know if I can give it to you," you glared at him, looking up at him through teary eyes. "Or go ask Cody for help since he seems to be your go-to these days."

Sami's heart sank as your words pierced through him like daggers. He had lost your trust, and he knew that mending it would be an uphill battle. But he wasn't ready to give up on you, not when you meant more to him than anything else in the world.

You went to go inside the car, but Sami gently reached out and placed his hand on the car door, stopping you from closing it.

"Y/N, please," he pleaded softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've made mistakes, and I can't change the past. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us. Please, don't shut me out."

You felt your resolve starting to crumble, so you paused, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. Sami's touch sent a shiver down your spine, a bittersweet reminder of the connection you once shared. Despite your anger and hurt, a part of you still longed for the comfort of his presence.

"Sami, move." You tried to push the car door closed, but Sami's grip tightened slightly, preventing you from shutting him out completely.

"I'm still your best friend, I'm still the same guy that you used to confide in, lean on, and laugh with. The guy you love is back." Sami said softly, his voice laced with emotion.

"I don't even want that version of you anymore, Sami. I don't want anything to do with you." " you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "So go back and beg Roman for forgiveness, I'm sure he'll listen to you. Or better yet, go find a new ally in the Bloodline. Because as far as I'm concerned, you made your choice."

With that, you managed to push the car door closed, leaving Sami standing alone in the fading light, his heart heavy with regret and longing.

Sami's heart shattered at your words, the weight of his mistakes bearing down on him like a heavy burden. He had lost you, the person who meant everything to him, and he didn't know if he could live with that regret.

"Y/N!" He banged against your car door, desperation evident in his voice as tears welled up in his eyes. He moved in front of the car, causing you to roll down the windows and glare at him. "Sami, I might hate you but I'm not gonna hit you with my car," you snapped, your voice sharp with anger and frustration. "So move!"

"No!"

"Why can't you just let me go?!" It was 6 simple little words, but it finally pushed Sami to admit what he thought you'd deserved to know, what he hoped would stop you from leaving him for good.

"Because I'm in love with you!"

The car came to a complete stop as Sami's words hung in the air, the weight of his confession sinking in. You stared at him in disbelief, your heart racing in your chest as you struggled to comprehend what he had just said.

"What?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

"I'm in love with you," Sami repeated, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "I have been for so long, but I was too afraid to admit it. I let my fear and insecurities cloud my judgment, and I pushed you away when all I wanted was to hold you close and never let go."

You sat there, stunned into silence as Sami's words washed over you like a tidal wave. The truth of his feelings hit you like a ton of bricks, shattering the walls you had built around your heart.

You had never expected Sami to admit something so vulnerable, so raw, and yet here he was, baring his soul to you in the fading light of the sunset. You never thought the guy who you have loved for so long would have the courage to confess his feelings, especially after everything that had happened between you.

Sami's heart was in his throat as he waited for your response, his hands shaking with anticipation. He had bared his soul to you, laid his heart on the line, and now all he could do was hope and pray that you felt the same way.

The tension between you was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Sami's heart was racing a mile a minute, his entire being hanging on your next words.

"If you are just saying that to manipulate me to helping you with the Bloodline, I swear to god, Sami⎯" you started, your voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and hope

"I swear on everything I hold dear, Y/N," Sami interjected, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm not lying to you. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I always will. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, especially after everything I've done, but I had to tell you the truth. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't."

Your brain was reeling, trying to process Sami's confession. The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable, and you found yourself torn between the pain of his betrayal and the longing in your heart for the love you had always secretly wished for.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of deceit, but all you found was raw honesty and vulnerability. You felt your heart constrict at his words, torn between the love you still harbored for him and the pain he had caused you.

But deep down, you knew that despite the hurt and anger, you couldn't deny the love you still felt for Sami. Could you trust him again? Could you open your heart to him after everything that had happened?

"I…." You struggled to find the right words, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions. You yelped when the car suddenly jerked forward, the engine roaring to life as you inadvertently pressed on the gas pedal in your confusion.

Sami stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched you fumble with the car controls, shutting down your car and bringing it to a halt. The sudden jolt snapped you out of your thoughts, and you looked at Sami with wide eyes, realization dawning on you.

"Y/N, please," Sami pleaded, rushing back to the car door. "I know I've dropped a bombshell on you, and I understand if you need time to process it. But please, don't leave me. I need you."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. The air in the car felt heavy with the weight of Sami's confession, and you hesitated before finally speaking. "Get in the car," you said quietly, unlocking the doors.

Sami's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of hope and disbelief crossing his face. "W-What?" he stammered, not daring to believe what he had just heard.

"Get in the car, Sami," you repeated, your voice softer this time. The vulnerability in Sami's eyes tugged at your heart, and despite the pain, you couldn't ignore the love that still lingered between you.

Sami didn't waste a second. He opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, his eyes never leaving yours. The car was filled with a tense silence as you both processed the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded in the past few minutes.

"I don't know if I can forgive you, Sami," you admitted, your voice breaking. "But I also can't deny that I still love you."

Sami's eyes filled with tears, and he reached out to gently cup your face. "I will spend every day of the rest of my life proving to you that I'm worthy of your love, Y/N. I promise."

Your hand trembled as you placed it over Sami's, feeling the warmth of his touch. The air was thick with emotion, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The weight of the past, the pain, the betrayal, and the love hung in the air, creating a complex tapestry that neither of you could easily unravel.

"Kiss me." You felt the words escape your lips, surprising even yourself. The intensity of the moment, the raw emotions, and Sami's confession had left you yearning for a connection that transcended the pain.

Sami's eyes widened in astonishment, a mix of joy and relief spreading across his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours in a tender kiss, a fusion of longing and remorse. The world outside the car seemed to disappear as you lost yourself in the bittersweet taste of reconciliation.

You groaned into Sami's lips as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer. You gingerly brought your hand to his hair, experimentally pulling the soft strands, and Sami let out a low groan at the sensation.

You pulled again, and he deepened the kiss, the taste of salty tears mingling with the sweetness of the moment, each moment a silent promise of a new beginning.

You needed his hands on you, touching you everywhere, needed his eyes to convey the sincerity of his love. You've waited years to feel his touch, and months to have him back in your life, and you didn't want to wait any longer.

You broke the kiss, panting heavily as you sat up and moved to Sami's lap, his hands helping you find a comfortable position. The car's interior was filled with the soft glow of the dashboard lights, casting a warm ambiance that matched the newfound warmth between you and Sami.

Sami looked up at you, breath taken away by your beauty in the new light, your eyes filled with a mixture of love, vulnerability, and a hint of mischief. He couldn't believe that you were here, in his arms, after everything that had transpired.

"I love you, Y/N," Sami whispered, his voice filled with sincerity and awe as he cupped your face in his hands. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, proving that you're the only one I want."

You smiled, a mixture of emotions playing on your lips. "You have a lot of making up to do, Sami Zayn," you teased, your tone light but with a twinkle in your eyes. "But I love you too, even though I should probably be mad at you."

Sami chuckled, a genuine sound of relief escaping him. "I'll take it. I'll make it up to you every day, I promise." He pressed a kiss to your lips, gentle at first, but neither of you could resist the magnetic pull, and soon the kiss deepened into a passionate exchange of shared emotions and promises. The car became a cocoon of love, a sanctuary where past wounds were starting to heal.

Your hands were everywhere; on Sami's shoulders, tangled in his hair, tracing the lines of his face as if trying to memorize every detail. Sami's hands, equally eager, explored the curve of your waist, the small of your back, as if he, too, was afraid this moment might slip away.

"You're mine." You kissed Sami's neck, your voice a whisper against his skin. "All mine. No Bloodline, no Jey, you're all mine."

Sami smiled against your lips, savoring the possessiveness in your words. He realized what some of the hurt you were feeling was stemming from. "You're jealous of Jey." He licked his lips, his eyes locked with yours, a sight that made you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

You nodded, unable to deny the twinge of jealousy that had gnawed at your heart when Sami mentioned his newfound closeness with Jey. "I was," you admitted, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I know I have no right to be, you can be with whoever you want to be with."

You sighed, trying to push away the insecurity that lingered in the corners of your mind. "I bet you had all of them lining up to be with you."

"Y/N, look at me." When you didn't respond immediately, Sami gently tilted your chin up, making sure your eyes met his. "I don't want anyone else, and I never did. Yes, I had offers, but I politely declined because my heart belonged to you. I might have been foolish, blinded by misplaced loyalties, but my love for you never wavered."

You searched Sami's eyes, finding a sincerity that melted away the last traces of doubt in your heart. "You better not be saying this to sweet-talk your way out of trouble," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sami chuckled, his forehead pressed against yours. “I’m pretty sure you would see through any sweet-talk, wouldn't you?" he said, his voice filled with affection. "I mean every word, Y/N. You're the one I want, now and always."

You grinned, a mixture of relief and happiness flooding your heart. "Well, you've got a lot of proving to do, Sami Zayn. Starting by kissing me like you mean it." You tilted your head, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

Sami didn't need a second invitation. He captured your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all the love and longing he felt into the moment. The car became a cocoon of shared desires, a sanctuary where past wounds were gradually replaced by the promise of a new beginning.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth, the taste of his kiss awakening a hunger that had been dormant for too long. Sami responded eagerly, deepening the kiss as if trying to convey all the emotions he couldn't put into words. The air around you crackled with the intensity of the connection, a magnetic force pulling you both into a realm where only the present moment mattered.

It felt addictive. Sami felt addictive, his touch, his kiss, the way he held you—everything about him was a drug you couldn't get enough of. And in that moment, you both surrendered to the powerful currents of love, forgiveness, and desire.

You grinded against Sami's lap, the friction sending shivers down your spine. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin as you continued grinding against his lower half.

The car's windows began to fog up, the heat between you and Sami intensifying with each passing second. It was a dance of passion and longing, a physical manifestation of the emotions that had been bottled up for too long.

Sami's breath hitched as he broke the kiss, his eyes locking with yours. The intensity in his gaze spoke volumes, a silent promise of devotion and commitment. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

"I love you too, Sami," you replied, your voice equally breathless. The weight of the past seemed to lift off your shoulders, replaced by the intoxicating energy of the present moment. "And I need you, right now."

You felt the slow creeping of lust overcoming the remnants of hurt and anger as your eyes never felt Sami. His dark jacket was deliciously disheveled from your passionate encounter, and the tousled hair added to his allure.

Sami smiled at your words, a mixture of love and desire in his eyes. He leaned in to capture your lips once more, the hunger between you escalating.

You swirled your tongue across Sami's lips, eliciting moans and sighs from him. Your body arched toward him, pressing your chest to his, reveling in the feel of his strong embrace. A sense of belonging and love washed over you, replacing the lingering anxiety and guilt that had plagued you since you were both at odds.

He responded by kissing you hungrily, his lips caressing yours as if they would never leave your skin. You felt the need for him grow, desperate for the contact that had been denied for so long.

The heat between you intensified as your hands wandered from his hair to his hips, gripping onto the material of his jacket, desperately seeking more friction.

"Take your jacket off," you whispered against his lips, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and urgency. Sami complied, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside. The cool air against his exposed skin sent a shiver down his spine, but the warmth of your body against his quickly erased any lingering chill.

Your hands traced the contours of his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall with each ragged breath. Sami's fingers worked skillfully to unbutton your hoodie, revealing the soft curves of your body underneath. You still had your gear on, the purple fabric clinging to your form, a stark contrast to the heated passion that enveloped you both.

"You look incredible," Sami breathed, his eyes roaming over your body with admiration. He couldn't believe he was here, with you, after everything that had transpired.

"I'd look even better with your hands all over me," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. Sami chuckled, his fingers deftly working to remove your hoodie, revealing the warmth of your skin underneath.

The air in the car was thick with desire as you both surrendered to the magnetic pull between you. Sami's lips left yours, trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers through your body. The car became a haven of shared desire, the world outside forgotten as you lost yourselves in the intimate dance of love and longing.

Your fingers tangled in Sami's hair, urging him to explore more, to deepen the connection between you. His hands, skilled and gentle, traced the curves of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The air was thick with the scent of passion, and the car windows were now completely fogged up, shielding your private moment from the outside world. Thank god for tinted windows.

Sami's lips found yours again, the intensity of the kiss deepening as the hunger for each other grew. The car's interior was filled with the sound of ragged breaths, moans, and the soft rustling of clothes being discarded.

Your hand found the chair's lever, reclining the seat to create more space. Sami eagerly moved with you, the seat accommodating your desire for closeness. He laid you on top of him, his body cradling yours in a sweet fusion of warmth and desire.

The air around you crackled with the shared anticipation, the world outside the car ceasing to exist as you both succumbed to the magnetic pull that bound you together.

"Are…" You kept kissing Sami's sentences away, taking off his pants in the process, making him moan in pleasure. Sami's hands were equally busy, exploring every inch of your body with a gentle yet passionate touch.

"You..." "…sure about this?" Sami managed to speak between kisses, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. He wanted to make sure you were both on the same page, that this wasn't just a moment of shared desire but a choice made with a clear mind.

You nodded, locking eyes with him, your gaze filled with a mix of love and longing. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you replied, your voice filled with determination. "Now, are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna show me just how much you've missed me?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sami's response was a deep, passionate kiss that left no room for further words. The car became a cocoon of shared desire, the world outside fading away as you and Sami surrendered to the intoxicating energy of the moment.

"Take off that gear." Sami whispered, his voice filled with a primal hunger. You complied, slowly peeling off the last of the purple fabric, revealing the soft curves of your body. Sami's eyes devoured the sight, a mixture of awe and desire reflecting in his gaze.

"You are absolutely breathtaking," Sami whispered, his voice filled with reverence as he traced his fingertips along the contours of your body. The car's interior was filled with the soft glow of the dashboard lights, casting a warm ambiance that matched the newfound warmth between you and Sami.

"Oh, Sami," you sighed his name, the anticipation building between you two. He hovered over you, his eyes locking with yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You nodded, a silent agreement passing between you. With that, Sami sealed the promise with a deep, soulful kiss.

You straddled his lap, your body flush against his, feeling his hot breath caress your face. You felt his heart racing wildly, as if he was running away from an impending apocalypse.

Sami gazed up at you in adoration, his eyes brimming with sincerity, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he nuzzled against your shoulder. He stared at you with such tenderness and affection that even your heart swelled with happiness. "You're perfect," Sami mumbled as his hand went to your chest, tracing a delicate pattern over your rapidly beating heart.

He leaned forward, capturing your mouth once more in another searing kiss. You returned his kiss with equal fervor, letting the emotions inside you take control.

This time it was Sami who led, and you gave Sami the lead as his kisses became increasingly hungry. His tongue swept into your mouth as his hand tweaked your nipple, causing you to gasp and shudder beneath him.

"Fuck," Sami groaned, biting harshly into your lip before sucking it between his teeth.

Was this man trying to kill you before he even got to the main event? The intensity of the moment heightened, the air heavy with the scent of desire. Your hands found their way to Sami's shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles as you let out a low moan.

"Don't tease." You pleaded, your voice a breathy whisper against Sami's lips. His hands continued their exploration, trailing down your sides and over your hips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Sami chuckled, the sound a mixture of desire and amusement. "I thought you liked a little tease," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch.

"I like it when it leads to something more," you replied, your voice husky with desire. Sami's fingers traced the waistband of your panties, teasingly pulling at the fabric. The anticipation in the air was palpable, the desire between you reaching a fever pitch.

With a swift motion, Sami removed your panties, his eyes locking with yours as he discarded the last barrier between you. The intensity of the moment held you both in its grip, a shared hunger that had been building for far too long.

You always told him how you couldn't stand when he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, but in this moment, you felt like it was true. Sami's gaze was filled with nothing but love and desire, his eyes tracing every curve and contour of your body as if committing them to memory.

"Are you ready?" Sami whispered, his voice a soft caress against your skin. You nodded, unable to find the words to express the longing and anticipation that consumed you.

With trembling hands, Sami guided himself to your entrance, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You gasped as he slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness overwhelming in the best possible way.

You need this. Needed the connection, the intimacy, the reassurance that despite the tumultuous journey, you and Sami were finally back in each other's arms. The car became a sanctuary of shared desire, the soft moans and sighs filling the air as your bodies moved in perfect harmony as you rode him.

Sami felt the same overwhelming rush of emotions, his heart pounding in sync with yours. The sensation of being intimately connected with you, of finally bridging the gap that had grown between you, was like a balm to his wounded soul.

He watched as your face contorted with pleasure, the tension in your body slowly giving way to ecstasy. Every moan, every sigh that escaped your lips fueled the fire within him, driving him to match your rhythm, to lose himself in the shared passion.

But you needed more than what Sami was giving you. Your heels dug into the car's seat as you arched your back, silently asking for more. "Sami, faster, please." you moaned, your voice a desperate plea.

Sami smiled at your request, his love-filled eyes locking with yours. He adjusted his pace, picking up speed and intensity. You moaned out unabashedly as he responded to your request, the new rhythm sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Fuck! Keep going, Sami," you urged, your voice a breathless plea. You dug your nails into his back, the sensation only adding to the intensity of the moment.

"Like this?" Sami whispered, his voice a low growl as he gripped your hips to increase his thrusts. He never thought he would see you like this- a pure angel in his eyes- trusting him with your pleasure, trusting him to love you just as much as you love him

"Yes, oh God yes!" A pleasured cry escaped your lips, your head falling onto Sami's shoulder as he hit your sweet spot with each thrust. sweet spot with each thrust. The car's suspension creaked in response to your passionate entanglement, the rhythmic sounds of your moans and Sami's grunts filling the confined space.

You were lucky that no one else was around to witness the passionate symphony unfolding inside the car. The windows were still fogged up, concealing the intimate scene between you and Sami.

It was fast, hard and , and intense. The car rocked with the rhythm of your bodies colliding, the heated air inside the car reflecting the fiery passion that consumed you both. You couldn't get enough of him: your hands roaming over his torso, his lips, his face, his neck.

Each touch, each kiss, every movement sent electric shocks down your veins, your mind clouding with pleasure, your heartbeat echoing throughout the whole car. It was almost like all you could hear was the sound of your own breathing, everything else seemed to melt away;

You gingerly scratched at his back, testing how his skin would react. He moaned and twisted under your fingertips, his eyes drifting shut. You felt him tighten his grip on you, bringing your bodies closer together and deepening the kiss.

The feel of his tongue against yours was addicting, and his thrusts were fast yet gentle, matching your own frantic pace perfectly. The feeling of his bare body against your skin sent tingles coursing through you; Sami's strong hands holding you steady, his lips moving slowly, sensually, making you feel like you belonged, making you feel like the queen he claimed you to be.

The taste of his arousal mixed with your own, your own tongue exploring his lips and the taste of the saltiness of his sweat, both sensations sending you spiraling into euphoria.

All that was left to do was to reach climax. It wouldn't be long now, and the urgency in your bodies begged for release.

"Are you close?" Sami asked, breaking the kiss, saliva mingling on your lips as he spoke, feeling you tremble underneath his touch. You bit at the corner of your lips, your head thrown back as your hands clawed at his back. Your entire body shook with need, your thighs clamped tightly around his hips as your body quivered and strained for release. He could tell how much you wanted to cum - how much you loved and craved for the release.

"Yes," you breathed out, feeling yourself nearing the edge. You kissed down his neck, trying to get him to move faster, to cum before your body betrayed you completely.

Your hands grasped handfuls of his hair as you tried to hold yourself together, your cries of need muffled against his neck as you bit his flesh lightly, eliciting an incoherent whine from deep within him.

Sami realized what you were trying to do and immediately began to move faster, thrusting his hips into your core as he brought his fingers down to your clit, flicking your little bundle of nerves, making you gasp with pleasure and write uncontrollably.

"You first." Sami panted. The heat in his eyes had increased tenfold, a burning lustful glare directed straight at you. You had that same lustful fire in your eyes, as if the two of you were one being, a single entity in a state of frenzy.

You went to argue, but he silenced your words with a kiss, his lips moving in synchrony as he thrust himself deeper into you.

You moaned out uncontrollably as you wrapped your legs around Sami, grinding against his hardness until your inner walls clamped around it, pulsating around his finger tips. The combination of Sami's hot body thrusting into you and the delicious feeling of your release looming made you want more and more, wanting to experience every aspect of his touch.

"Sami, I'm going…" Your sentence trailed off with another sharp intake of breath against Sami's neck as Sami began thrusting harder and faster into your body. "I'm going to cum soon." you cried out again, grabbing ahold of his shoulders and squeezing them tight, the pleasure growing more prominent by the second.

"I know." Sami's voice was thick with raw emotion, his eyes locked with yours. "I know baby," he murmured, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips.

Sami pulled away from your mouth just long enough to press a quick kiss to your lips, his forehead resting gently against yours. You couldn't keep your gaze off of his face, drinking in the sight of him, his beautiful face lit with happiness and satisfaction.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stared back at you, his expression so tender and warm that your heart clenched painfully at the thought of him crying because of you.

"Why are you crying?" You managed to grit out despite the knot forming in your throat, unable to contain the emotions that welled up inside of you at the thought of Sami crying because of you. "Did I hurt you?"

Sami chuckled at the thought of you trying to inflict pain on him when he was the reason behind the torment that you felt. He shook his head no, leaning forward to kiss your lips again. "No, I just love you so much," he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours once again. "And I can't believe you're here, my love, that you chose me… That you accepted me back."

His voice broke slightly as he said those last few words, his gaze turning distant as he lost himself in his thoughts, but you didn't let him go without putting an end to the silence. With a soft hand placed on his cheek, you guided his gaze towards you, your own tearful eyes sparkling with joy, love and admiration shining brightly from within.

You reached up and cupped his cheek tenderly, bringing your lips together once again in a passionate kiss, partly because you didn't want him to stop and partly because you felt the desire to commit every detail of his gorgeous face to memory.

As your kisses became hungrier and less controlled, Sami's hands started moving from your waist to your breasts, cupping your nipples and squeezing gently, causing you to involuntarily moan. He moved to place a gentle kiss along your jawline, continuing to suckle on your ear lobe.

"I would always choose you, Sami. You could hurt me a thousand times but I'd always forgive and choose you," you whimpered, your chest rising and falling quickly with every harsh breath. "You're my life. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You take care of me. You give me hope."

With each word you spoke, Sami continued to press small kisses all over your jaw and neck, your body begging for his attention, for completion, his thrusts growing more urgent, strong and forceful. "You're my happiness…my happiness," you repeated, the warmth building inside of you reaching its boiling point. "And I'm not letting you go ever again."

You gasped as Sami suddenly pressed you against the car window with such force you knew that you would never forget the searing coldness against your heated skin, and thurstred his cock deep inside of you. You cried out, your muscles contracting violently around his cock, your hands gripping onto his back desperately. "I love you too, so so much."

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment; savouring the feeling of pure bliss engulfing your body; savouring the feel of his fingers rubbing soothing circles across the exposed skin of your stomach; savouring his free hand rubbing your swollen clit and making you throb even more with each passing minute.

He was making you feel like you were floating above everything, above the world and everyone in it, the stars aligning as you were so close to release, it was like all the pieces that didn't fit together finally made sense; finally, everything finally fell in place.

"How much longer?" Sami whispered into your ear as he lifted your leg higher, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in roughly, a loud groan spilling from his lips as he did.

"Just a little bit more!" You panted out, your grip around his back tightening as you fought off another wave of orgasmic ecstasy.

He growled lowly, throwing his head back as he slammed his hips into you repeatedly, his grip tightening on your ass. Your head dropped backwards against the window as your hands went from his back to his face, holding his head firmly in place.

"Kiss me, please baby." You needed the contact as badly as he did, the closeness allowing you to push your desires aside for one final time. He obliged, capturing your lips with his and sucking hungrily on your lower lip, the action drawing another shudder from your body.

Your hands moved from his face to his hair as Sami continued to pump himself into you relentlessly, his movements ragged, almost savage. You were so fucking close, and when he bit your bottom lip softly, thrusting into you the same time he rubbed your clit harshly, you finally let go.

You felt airy and detached as everything faded away; the sound of the traffic roaring past, the sounds of the wind whistling outside, the warmth radiating through the windows; the smell of his cologne; the taste of his kiss; and the warmth of his body.

All that mattered was the feel of the hard flesh of his erection against you, and him pulling out to cum on your stomach, his breaths coming in short gasps. The both of you stood there panting and trembling in exhaustion, your bodies covered in sweat as your breathing finally settled.

Sami slowly withdrew himself, his hands still clutching the sides of your waist. He smiled at the whine that left your lips, gently kissing your forehead as you laid your head against him again.

"My angel," he muttered softly, pulling you tightly against him, his arms surrounding your body. You hugged him back fiercely and rested your chin on his shoulder, closing your eyes in contentment. You loved it when he called you that. It sounded so good coming from his lips. "I'm sorry for everything, but I'm not letting you go now."

He watched as you continued to cling onto him, seemingly unaware or uncaring that your body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. When your eyes closed, he gently tapped on your face to stop you from napping, a soft smile curving his lips.

"You know you'll regret it if you fall asleep," he commented, his voice filled with amusement and love.

"Nope, I won't. I'm wide awake now," you replied with a yawn, snuggling your head tighter against his chest.

"Oh really?" Sami hummed thoughtfully in response, giving in to the urge to nuzzle you with his nose instead of his lips.

"Yeah, really. I'm just tired from this really cute guy who wore me out with his incredible god-like sex."

A low chuckle left Sami, his fingers stroking against your hipbones as his other arm wrapped tightly around you, pulling you flush against his bare torso and kissing your temple softly. "Cute guy, huh?"

You shrugged, your eyes still closed as he kissed your forehead once again, a playful smile spreading across your features. "Yup, super cute. Tall, handsome, kinda sexy…"

"Sounds pretty impressive."

"Mmm, yeah. And he makes you laugh and smile. He's nice, and funny, and kind, and you know what the best part is?"

"What?" Sami asked as you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

"That I'm in love with him." You paused, a genuine warmth in your voice as you looked deeply into Sami's eyes. He smiled, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.

"I'm in love with you too," he confessed, his voice soft and sincere. The two of you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside the car seemingly fading away. After how many years of pining for each other, navigating the complexities of your relationship, you found solace in this moment. The car, once a place of intense passion, now transformed into a cocoon of shared affection.

"How long did you wait for me?" Sami asked, his fingers now idly playing with strands of your hair.

You chuckled softly, the post-lovemaking glow illuminating your features. "Since we first met. What about you? How long did you wait for me?"

Sami's gaze softened as he recalled the journey that brought them to this point. "I think I knew pretty early on, but I was scared. Scared of ruining our friendship, scared of losing you altogether. It took me a while to gather the courage to admit my feelings."

You smiled, tracing circles on his chest with your fingertips. "And it only took me threatening to leave for you to spill your feelings, huh?"

Sami laughed, a deep, resonant sound that echoed in the confined space of the car. "Well, I couldn't let you go without a fight. I realized losing you was scarier than admitting how much I cared."

You leaned up to press a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm glad you fought for us."

"Me too," he whispered against your lips, the sincerity in his eyes matching the tone of his voice. The world outside the car seemed to disappear as you shared this intimate moment, the afterglow of your connection lingering in the air.

"I love you," you murmured, your words carrying the weight of years of longing and the joy of finally being together.

"I love you too, more than words can express," Sami replied, his arms holding you close as if afraid you might vanish.

Your phone beeped, and you picked it up to check the notification. Sami watched as a smirk crossed your face, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

"What's so amusing?" he inquired.

You held up the phone, showing him a message from a friend. "Kevin just texted. Turns out he's not as mad at you as you thought. Whatever you said to him must've gotten through to him."

Sami's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of relief and curiosity washing over his features. "Really? What did he say?"

You turned your phone off, giving Sami a playful smile. "Let's just say you'll have backup against Jey during your promo. He forgives you too. But don't tell him I told you."

Sami's eyes brightened with gratitude and love, towards Kevin for finally mending things with him, and towards you for forgiving him and helping in the process. "Thank you," he whispered, sincerity in his eyes, and he kissed you tenderly.

The lingering taste of your shared intimacy and the newfound resolution with Kevin blended in the air. The car, once a stage for intense passion, had become a sanctuary of love, forgiveness, and shared history.

"I'm grateful, too," you whispered, the sincerity echoing in your voice as you returned his kiss. The car, though slightly cramped, felt like the most comfortable place in the world with Sami by your side and his lips on yours.

As you lay there, tangled in each other's arms, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that brought you to this moment. The highs and lows, the laughter and tears, the misunderstandings and resolutions – it all seemed worth it now, as you found yourself in the arms of the person you loved.

"I never want to let you go," Sami admitted, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

"Then don't," you replied, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "We've waited long enough, Sami."

Sami smiled at you brightly, like the stars in the night sky above. He kissed you once more, a sweet and lingering kiss that spoke of promises and commitment. "Back me up tonight with Kevin? I'll find you a kendo stick."

You smiled back at him, love and support shining in your eyes. "Always."

As you lay there in each other's embrace, you felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. The outside world and its challenges could wait – in this moment, it was just you and Sami, sharing a space where love and forgiveness triumphed over all obstacles.

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Chapter 7:

Prologue I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 08 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14.I I 14.II

Summary: things start to evolve for William and Julia, and one unforgettable night might just have a little influence on their relationship that they need;

Tags; William NylanderxOfc, soft!William; “We never go out of style”

Warnings; sadness; talk of infertility; Mild smut (f masturbation);

A/N; so this turned out to be way more emotional than intended; but still tried to add a little bit of humour; I know I’ve taken inspiration in a real life event, but I found it quite fitting for this story’s purpose; hope you enjoy it;

Words; 5.5K+

“You must like me for me” (*)

The following four days were rather tense for both Julia and William since they had left Raleigh. The absence of communication between them had weighed heavily on their minds, but neither of them had been willing to break the silence first.

Julia had been a whirlwind of emotions, though. She missed William deeply but was also frustrated by his lack of response to her text. In a way, she felt like the one who had been wronged, but deep down, she was simply afraid that he was simply too pissed at her.

Meanwhile, for William, the unease had grown to a point where he couldn't bear it any longer. He simply couldn't stand not talking to Julia, especially after all the time they had spent together, and how deep their friendship had become. So, he made the decision to take the initiative and pay a visit to her flat.

When William rang her doorbell, Julia was both surprised and relieved, and after buzzing him in, she opened the door with a questioning look on her face and softly inquired, “Willy, what are you doing here?”

William leaned against her doorframe, feeling a bit sheepish. “I don't like it when we're not talking,” he timidly admitted, making Julia gaze at the dark wooden floors of the hallway for a moment.

“Then why didn't you respond to my text?” she asked, her voice almost trembling.

William's expression fell as he realised what had happened. “What text?” He asked frowning his brows.

Julia looked up at him, her eyes widening a bit. “The one I sent Sunday night?” She told, slightly confused. If this was his idea of a joke, she didn’t find it funny.

“Fuck,” William cursed harshly with a low voice. “My phone was out of power,” he confessed, taking out his phone and searched for the text, which was apparently well hidden in all his messages. “Shit JJ,” he then added, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I haven’t seen this - please believe that.”

Julia looked intensely at him, her eyes darting from side to side, searching for truth in his. It did seem a little odd that William had simply ignored her like that, but then again, they had had a fight, where she’d accused him of something that wasn’t really his doing. But eventually, she chose to believe him. She knew that William wasn’t the kind of guy to hold grudges, and besides, she wanted to believe him.

And as she felt a sense of relief washing over her, replacing her anger, she gently offered him a soft smile. “Would you like to come in?" she asked, stepping aside a little to let him enter, to which he nodded.

As William stepped inside, a quick flashback of their encounter back in August flashed through his mind. It seemed somewhat different now though, but he acknowledged that it was hard to recall all the details, since it had been dark, and his focus had been entirely on Julia that night.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” She then inquired with a timid smile. “I was just about to put something together.”

William returned the gentle look and nodded. “Sure, that sounds great.”

Julia had initially planned to use her creativity to prepare a simple meal from whatever ingredients she had left in her fridge, which she figured William wouldn't mind. And as she skilfully moved around her kitchen, creating a makeshift meal from leftovers, he couldn't help but admire her culinary prowess.

"You're really good at this," he complimented her, his eyes following her every move.

"Thanks," she responded with a warm smile as she chopped and sautéed the ingredients. The smell of fried vegetables and oils filling the air of the small flat.

And William just couldn’t help but smile as he watched her work her magic. “So, is wine a Thursday night tradition for you?" he playfully asked with a light chuckle, spotting a glass of white wine on the counter.

"Not always, just mostly when I'm cooking," she winked.

William then came to stand next to her, and reached for the glass, in order to take a sip.

“Oi!” Julia exclaimed, "don't down it – it's a proper Chardonnay from Chablis." She offered him a playful smile, earning a light chuckle from William caused by her quick remark, and he went for a smaller sip.

"It's good; but I didn't know you were into wine," he commented before placing the glass down before he began to wander and scan her home.

Her place wasn't large, but it was the perfect size for one person. It consisted of one large quadrant: the entrance in one corner, the bathroom in another, connected to the bedroom with a walk-in closet. The bedroom was open to the rest of the space, separated only by a light curtain, and the kitchen occupied the central area. It was in excellent condition, and Julia had stylishly decorated every inch of it. It had a modern feel with a touch of vintage.

“Oh, you should’ve seen my wine cellar back in Surrey then,” she said stirring the pot of mixed ingredients.

William smiled as he walked around, taking in all her decorative and collected items. “So, JJ, how old are you exactly?" he then asked curiously.

“What do you mean?” Julia chuckled as she put a lid on the pot, before joining him and spotted what had triggered his teasing question. “Oh well, I'm 27 on paper, but in spirit? Probably 72.”

"You have vinyl records!" William stated as he’d noticed her record player and the neatly organised vinyls on her shelf, ranging from The Beatles and Queen to Elton John, Abba, Ed Sheeran, Tina Turner, Harry Styles, and many more.

"That's actually quite trendy," she exclaimed with a wide grin. "But yes, I'm a bit old-fashioned that way."

He also noticed wine bottles stocked nicely next to her vintage bar cupboard, which contained high-quality rum, whiskey, and gin, earning a mischievous expression from the Swede.

"I told you, I'm secretly a 72-year-old man with a great taste for spirits," Julia admitted with a cheeky wink as William closely observed her choice of alcohol. He let out a light chuckle, as he couldn’t help but finding her so incredibly endearing. Julia just always seemed to be true to herself and do whatever she pleased, without too much concern of what other people would think. At least when in regard to beverages.

They then took a seat on her sofa, patiently waiting for the meal to be ready, and candlelight cast a warm glow across the room, creating a cosy ambiance as the cold November darkness crept in outside.

"So, you really never received my message?" Julia asked softly, tucking her feet under herself.

William simply shook his head. "No, I don't know why though, but probably because my phone was dead until I got home. So, I guess I just never got a notification."

"Well, that actually makes me feel a lot better," she said with a light chuckle. "I thought you were ignoring me."

William flashed her a great smile. "Don't worry, hjärtat, it takes more than that to get rid of me."

The two of them shared a laugh, realising that it had been just another silly misunderstanding that had caused a disturbance in their friendship – again.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you. I know you were just trying to be helpful," Julia admitted, referring to how William had tried to protect her from spending more time with Freddie.

"It's all good, JJ," he assured her with a friendly smile. “I meant what I said, I just wanted to help."

"And you did; I was just too stubborn to see it."

"Wait, you? Stubborn? No way," William joked, and they both burst into laughter once again.

They continued their conversation for a little while longer, before Julia's alarm went off, signalling that dinner was about ready. William went to take a seat at her small dining table as she served a large pot of pasta with homemade tomato sauce, a chicken breast on the side, along with a creative salad.

"Lucky that this meal is athlete-friendly, huh?" she quipped as she prepared a plate for William, who simply chuckled.

"Damn, this smells incredible," he declared with a bright smile, taking in all the delicious smell from the pot.

"So, I guess I've made it up to your nose then?" Julia teased with a cheeky smile.

"Hm, yes, I'd say we're even now,” he joked before grabbing his fork and dug in.

During the meal, they chatted and shared their experiences from the past few days. Nothing particularly significant had happened, except for the Leafs losing to the Vegas Golden Knights in overtime the previous day. A match which Julia had watched with Tyler and Charlie, where Charlie obviously had to leave to meet Auston at his place following the loss to provide “comfort”. William had played exceptionally well despite the loss, and his mood was high, as always.

"Shit, this was delicious," William complimented as he finished his meal and leaned back in his chair, placing his hands on his stomach. "You're an amazing cook – maybe you should have become a chef or something?"

"Thanks," Julia replied with a smile and leaned back in her seat as well. "Cooking has always been sort of a passionate hobby of mine; but it’s nothing I’d ever want to work with. I don’t like the stress in a kitchen, I just love the simplicity and relaxation at home.”

William nodded flashing a soft smile. “So, it’s just something you’ve always done by yourself? Hiding your talents,” he winked, making Julia slightly giggle.

“Actually, it’s something I've always done with my father and grandfather."

"Really?" He inquired, intrigued to hear more, and she nodded.

"Yeah, my grandfather was a butcher when he was young, and then later on he became an independent baker. And I guess, my father and I have just always been curious, so he let us help in the kitchen.”

"Sounds like fun," William smiled. "Are you close with them?"

Julia nodded lightly. "Yes, well, my grandfather has unfortunately passed away, but I'm quite close with my dad – actually, I’m rather close with my entire family."

"You have a big family?"

Again, she nodded, offering him a smile. "I'd say so. And they're all very important to me," she added with a soft tone.

William smiled as well. "Family is important, so it's nice when you're close with them."

"Seems like you're quite close with yours as well,” Julia said, letting out a light laughter. She’d noticed how full of joy William sounded when he’d talked about his family, and how much love shone through him whenever they were the topic of their conversation. “You're quite the family person, aren’t you?”

"Yeah, I mean, we spend a lot of time together, and we often travel a lot, so yeah, I'd consider myself a big family person."

"Me too."

A short silence followed, during which they both contemplated the idea of their families. They could sense that this topic had forged a stronger bond in their friendship, as they understood the challenges of being far from their loved ones.

"I can picture you with a big family,” William then added. “And with cooking skills like these, you'd probably be the best mom ever someday," he lightly teased.

Julia responded with a small laugh, but it quickly faded as she looked down slightly, trying to hold back any overwhelming emotions. There was a deeply personal matter she usually didn't share with anyone.

"Maybe," she said softly, "but I'm not so sure I'll ever be a mum."

"Why not?" William gently inquired. "I mean, you'd probably have to meet a guy first, but that'll happen someday, right?" he added with a light chuckle.

Julia offered a smile in the best way she could and took a deep breath. This was something significant to her, a secret she didn't broadcast to everyone – not even Charlie knew.

"I can't... I can’t conceive children of my own," she admitted, her voice low as she looked at William.

His expression softened, though he was feeling slightly surprised. "I'm so sorry, JJ."

"It's okay," she reassured him with a friendly smile. "I mean, it wasn't easy to hear when I first got the news, but I've processed it, and I'm feeling better about it now."

William felt at a loss for words, unsure of how to react, but he also felt a deep need to show his support for his close friend.

His heart went out to Julia, and he couldn’t help but think about everything she’d been through before coming to Toronto for a fresh start. “But are you sure? Like, how do you know?" he asked, his voice and expression calm and soft.

"Well, after Ezra proposed, he wanted to start a family right away. So, we made an appointment with a doctor who ran some tests, and the results weren't great," she explained, pausing for a moment. "His numbers were fine, but mine were quite below average."

"I'm so sorry... is there absolutely no chance at all?"

Julia smiled slightly. "Well, it's not entirely impossible. But it would require a lot more patience, maybe some extra help, and, well, maybe having a partner with exceptionally strong 'swimmers' rather than just 'fine' ones would also increase the chances," she elaborated, offering a light chuckle.

William returned her light smile, wanting to do something to ease the situation. But he wasn’t always good at situations like this. Though he was a great friend and often easy to talk to, his own vocabulary didn’t always extend to this kind of sensitive topics.

"Please don't look at me like that," Julia then chuckled, sensing the awkwardness she had created between them.

"Like how?"

"Like I'm a complete lost cause or something," she joked.

"Well, you are – but that’s for so many other reasons," William teased, and they both shared a moment of laughter.

"Hmm, that's perhaps a little true," Julia replied playfully.

"Wait," William suddenly said, his expression changing. "So, that night we... you know... we didn't actually need to use protection?"

Julia offered him a curious grin.

"Well, no, but it was probably still the most responsible thing to do, considering we were complete strangers, and neither of us knew each other's... situation," she replied.

"Well, true, but technically, we didn't have to," William persisted with a cheeky smile, and Julia couldn't contain her amusement.

"I suppose so – geez, Willy, sometimes, you're such a teenage boy," she joked, and once again, they burst into laughter.

Later in the evening, after William had left, Julia found herself lying in her bed, scrolling through her social media and looking at all the photos the two of them had taken together the past month or so. They had created quite a collection by now, photos taken of them together as well as separately. They had become quite a picture-taking duo, capturing everything from their dog walks to their coffee outings, William posing in his stylish outfits and Julia simply strolling through the streets.

It all brought a smile to her face.

And the photos of William were undeniably captivating – he even looked, dare she say it, kind of hot? she thought to herself with a soft grin. His playful smirk featured prominently in most of the pictures, and she could almost hear his signature laughter and imagine his cheeky smile as she scrolled through her mobile album.

That smirk, she thought, letting a smile grow a little more. That grin, that laughter – it all brought her back to the first time they had bumped into each other at the coffeehouse. And her mind kept wandering to the second time they had met at the bar, where they’d fallen into a deep conversation, which had evolved to a snogging session in the toilet. And then... she couldn’t help but think of the way he had kissed her, touched her, the way he had made her feel so incredibly good.

And as the memories flooded her mind, her heart skipped a beat... and she slowly felt her hand glide down. Down her tummy, slipping gently under her knickers, and down between her thighs as she closed her eyes and started thinking of that night. The images were still vivid in her memory. The images of his naked body against hers. Softly, she started to circle her clit, letting quiet moans escape her lips. And as she thought back on how good William had felt inside of her, she lightly increased the intensity of her hand, and she started to feel a pleasant knot build up in her lower tummy. She kept circling her fingers, letting herself go, her mind wander, and relax to her lively imagines of William pounding into her sweet warm core; how he’d hit every deep spot, over and over again; and how he’d made her moan out his name and swear words until she came undone, and-

“Fuck,” she let out an almost silent moan, as she arched her back and reached the high of her climax.

Lying in her bed she gazed into space, trying to catch her breath, and she felt a warmth rising to her cheeks making her blush. “Shit…” she spoke softly. “I did not just do that…” she whispered to herself. “I really need to get laid…”

***

Saturday, 19th – BUF 2 @ TOR 5

On the upcoming Saturday, Julia excitedly attended yet another home game for the Maple Leafs, proudly sporting her Nylander jersey. It was a significant evening in Toronto as the team paid tribute to the legendary Swedish hockey icon, Börje Salming, who had been a cornerstone of the Maple Leafs for an astonishing 16 seasons, leaving an indelible mark on the sport.

Börje Salming, celebrated for his extraordinary career, was one of the pioneering European hockey players who had left an enduring impact on the NHL. The ceremony unfolded just before the game against the Buffalo Sabres, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and reverential. It was a time for everyone present to reflect on Salming's remarkable journey, from his humble beginnings in Sweden to his illustrious NHL career.

However, the occasion was tinged with sadness due to Salming's ALS diagnosis in July. But despite this tough health challenge, he remained an inspiration to all. The ceremony sought to celebrate his remarkable contributions to hockey while acknowledging the adversity he now faced. It brought together teammates, fans, and the entire hockey community to pay tribute to a true legend of the game.

During the ceremony, Julia observed William skating over to hug Börje and offer his respects to the family. It was a touching moment that hinted at the special place Salming held in William's heart, even if he might never openly admit it.

And the match that followed was good, with the Leafs securing a satisfying victory at 5-2.

"That was beautiful," Stephanie remarked, as the events of the night began to wind down.

"Indeed," Julia smiled in agreement.

After the match, Julia had joined the significant others and family members to see the players. The mood wasn't as lively and energetic as usual after a win, likely due to the deeply moving event earlier in the evening. And in the hallways of the Scotiabank Arena, partners and family members exchanged hugs and conversations, as Auston came over to Julia.

“How is she?” he asked softly.

Julia knew that Charlie and Auston had had a little fight a few days ago, where they hadn’t ended on the best terms; and then Charlie’s period had started, and she just didn’t feel like going out tonight. She had told Julia though, that she wasn’t really angry with Auston, and her frustration had probably had something to do with her bouncing hormones. But Auston didn’t have to know that.

"She's alright," Julia reassured him with a gentle smile, "but you should probably go and see her. I'm sure she'd appreciate that."

Auston flashed a smile and simply nodded, before he left.

As the players slowly came out of their gear and changed into their post-game suits, Julia couldn't spot William anywhere. She exchanged a few words and brief conversations with Mitch, Steph, Mo, and Tessa, before she came across Rasmus.

"Hey," she greeted the tall Swede with a soft smile. "Have you seen Willy?"

Julia could sense that all the Swedes had been quite emotional following tonight's event, which was entirely understandable. Börje had been a significant figure in hockey history, especially in Sweden and the rest of Northern Europe.

Rasmus nodded slightly. "Yeah, he's out shooting a few pucks at the training rink," he explained.

"Oh," Julia hesitated. "Do you think he'd prefer to be alone?" she asked, her concern evident.

"That's what he said," Rasmus replied with a small smile. "But I know he'd want you to be there with him, JJ. If anyone, it should be you."

Julia nodded and returned the smile. "Thanks, Rasmus."

As she was about to walk past him, Rasmus decided to share more of his thoughts on the matter.

"You know," he began, "he's not always good at showing his emotions, but he really cares about you, JJ. And I think a part of him just really wants you around."

Julia nodded again; her heart warmed by Rasmus's words. William truly cared for her, and all she wanted was to repay that care and show him that she was there for him just as much as he was for her.

"I care about him too," she said softly. "And I'd do anything to support him."

The two of them exchanged soft smiles as they shared their love and concern for their mutual close friend.

"It's nice that he has a friend like you," Rasmus added. "I mean, we tease him a lot, but he really likes you, and from what we can see, you're good for him – even if it's just as a friend," he chuckled lightly.

"Well, as much as I hate to admit it, he's pretty good for me too."

Once more, they shared a moment of soft amusement before saying their goodbyes, and Julia set off to find William at the players' training rink.

****

“Since we’re alone, you can show me your heart”

Navigating the corridors of the arena, Julia’s thoughts were filled with a mix of anticipation and concern for her close friend.

And as she approached the training rink, she couldn't help but wonder what William was going through. He had a knack for concealing his negative thoughts, but she knew that beneath that tough exterior, he was a person who felt deeply.

Then she spotted William, alone on the ice, shooting pucks into the net. He looked focused, his movements deliberate and controlled. His presence exuded determination, as if he was trying to channel his emotions into each shot.

Julia stood there for a moment, watching him in silence, as she could sense that he needed this time alone. But after a while, she decided to approach him.

She walked towards the edge of the rink and waited for a moment when William retrieved a puck that had strayed too far. And as he skated back, she called out softly, "Willy."

He glanced in her direction, surprise flashing across his face before it softened into a small smile, as he skated over to the boards and leaned on them, resting his arms on the top.

"Hey, JJ," he greeted, his voice quiet but warm.

Julia offered him a gentle smile in return. "Mind some company?" she asked, her tone soft and understanding.

“I was just about finish,” he said with an almost husky voice, and she nodded. “Wanna walk with me back to the locker room?” his expression was soft and almost nervous.

And Julia nodded in agreement. "Of course," she replied, her tone gentle. She understood that he’d might not want to talk, but the important part was that she showed him that she was there for him.

As they began to walk together, the sound of her heels echoed in the empty corridor. The silence between them was comfortable, and Julia gave William the space he needed. She could sense the weight of the evening's emotions on him, and she wanted nothing but to offer him support in her own way.

"You know, Willy," she gently broke the silence, "it's okay to share you feelings. You don't always have to be the strong one. We all have moments when we need to let it out, and it doesn't make you any less of a person."

William glanced at her, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "Thanks, JJ. It means a lot."

They reached the locker room, and William paused at the entrance, turning to face Julia. "I'm really glad you're here. You're a great friend."

She smiled warmly in return. "Right back at you, Willy. I'll always be here when you need someone to talk to or just to be there."

William nodded softly. “Wait for me?” he simply asked, and Julia returned the nod, before he entered the locker room.

While waiting, she took a look at her phone, as she’d received a message from Charlie:

“Auston’s here, thanks babe ❤️ Please give my best to William!”

JJ: “Will do, stay safe love 😘 let me know if you need anything.”

It had been a night filled with emotions, and Julia felt a sense of comfort knowing that her friend wasn’t alone.

"You ready?" William asked as he emerged from the locker room.

"Sure," Julia nodded. "That was quite quick," she remarked, offering a smile, to which William chuckled.

"Not exactly what a guy hopes to hear from a girl," he joked softly, to which she laughed as well. “Come on, let me drive you home.”

Exiting the arena, they headed towards the car park, however, William suddenly stopped in his tracks as they reached his car.

"Would you mind driving?" he asked, his lips forming a slightly crooked smile.

"Seriously? Of course,” Julia replied with a light chuckle.

And while navigating the Toronto streets, her focus remained on the road, while William comfortably reclined in the passenger seat. Typically, William was the one behind the wheel; it was his preference. However, tonight, he simply wanted to unwind and not dwell on hockey.

And Julia was the ideal companion for such a moment. Over time, she had become one of his closest and best friends, someone with whom he could truly be himself. Not that William had trouble being authentic, but with Julia, it was just effortless. He didn't need a social battery, nor to maintain a social facade or sustain his laid-back yet energetic persona.

Throughout the entire ride, words were few, but they didn't need them either. And as she pulled up to her apartment building, William turned towards her.

"JJ, I..." he started, his voice gentle. "I don't really feel like being alone tonight."

Julia could sense that it wasn't easy for him to admit, but it warmed her heart that he sought comfort in her, that he felt this at ease in her presence.

"Want to come up?" she simply asked, and he nodded.

Once inside her flat, they both shed their coats and shoes, and as William headed towards the bed, Julia couldn't help but appreciate how laid-back and comfortable he was. His innate calmness seemed to cast a soothing spell over everything around him.

Without exchanging words, Julia fetched some water for both of them before joining William, who had already settled on her bed, gazing into space. She came to lie down beside him, on her side, facing him, and he turned his head to meet her eyes.

"Thank you, JJ," he spoke softly.

"Always.”

He turned to his side, his gaze locked onto hers, and they shared a moment of gentle intimacy. Julia could feel her heart beating, basking in the warm presence of William. Though their connection held no romantic or sexual undertones, the atmosphere around them was light and soothing.

Then, William broke the silence. "It's times like this, I remember how much I miss my family."

Julia took a breath and softly reached for his hand, placing it on the pillow between their faces.

"How so?" she asked.

"Simply having someone there, someone who knows you well, to come home to and lift your spirits after a day filled with emotions," William explained in a soft, low tone.

Julia gently intertwined her fingers with his, feeling the embrace of his hand. She wanted to convey that he was with a friend, a safe haven.

"Me too," she replied, matching his tone. "Sometimes, everything feels so distant. But then I remember that family isn't just about blood relations; it's also about the people we share our happiest and saddest moments with. It's about those who are there for us when we need them most, and who we are there for in return.” She paused for a moment. “And I find it comforting to know that I have such people around me here... that I've built a home in Toronto and forged friendships I can truly trust – it's all quite remarkable, I think."

William smiled upon hearing Julia's words. To know that this was how she felt about her friends here, the friends she had made through Charlie, the hockey team, and himself, brought warmth to his heart.

"I think so too," he softly replied.

They lay there for a moment, sharing smiles, before the weariness of the day overcame William, and he drifted off to sleep.

Julia, as quietly as possible, got up and made her way to the bathroom. There, she removed her contact lenses, cleansed her face, and changed into her comfortable t-shirt, before she returned to bed, the room now steeped in tranquillity, ready to join William in peaceful slumber.

****

The following morning, Julia awoke by the buzzing of her phone on the nightstand; a text from Charlie saying everything was good, and that she was happy Auston had come by.

And she couldn't help but smile as she felt William's arm around her. At some point during the night, she had turned around in her sleep, and it seemed that William had closed the gap between them. They were practically spooning, although he still wore the clothes from the previous night.

Carefully, she tried to slip out of his grasp without waking him, and she quietly made her way to the bathroom before heading to the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee.

"Morning," William greeted in a husky morning voice, stirred by the absence of her in bed.

"Morning," she returned his smile. "Coffee?"

William nodded, his gaze lingering on her bare legs and the oversized t-shirt that just covered her bottom, the tattoo on her thigh once again reminded him of their intimate night together. But the then shook his head, and offered a smile as she offered him a cup of coffee.

"I didn't know you wore glasses?" he remarked, noticing her light golden, circular glasses.

"Well, I guess that just means there's still more to me that you don't know," she teased.

"I suppose," he chuckled. "They look good on you," he complimented as they sat down at her table.

"Thanks, Willy.”

There was a short moment of silence between them.

"So, thank you for last night," he said with a soft smile. "It meant a lot to me."

"Of course, I know you'd do the same for me," Julia replied, taking a sip of her coffee.

"And also," William added. "I wanted to ask you for a favour –" Julia looked at him with mild intrigue. "Would you be willing to look after Pablo and Banksy while I'm away on the road?"

Julia's eyes lit up like Christmas lights. "Absolutely," she chuckled.

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starjaeyun · 2 years

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vlive confession — five : face this like real men!

a chorus of ouch and hey echoed through Hybe's silent hallways. Jay was practically dragging Sunghoon by the ear while the younger kept on whining about how he's going to rip his ear off, some staffs that they would bump into would just brush it off as one of their daily bickerings

soon enough once they reached the meeting room, Jay finally let go of Sunghoon's ear. he opened the door while his fellow 02z was busy complaining about how his ears were now red, to which Jay ignored.

with all eyes on them, Sunghoon silently followed Jay to sit beside him, still holding his ear with his fingers

"well, that's about everyone. i believe we can start the meeting now?" one of the managers asked and everyone nods in response

Sunghoon took a deep breath before speaking, not even waiting for the managers to open the presentation "first of all, i apologize for going live without telling the staffs. i know what idol life is like and apparently i've done and said things that could ruin, not only mine but also my junior's career. i also apologize to y/n y/l/n-ssi for revealing such information without your consent. i don't mean any harm and—" before Sunghoon could carry on with his long speech, Ethereal's manager cut him off with a chuckle

"ah..there must be a misunderstanding here, Sunghoon-ssi. we're not here to talk about that. we're here to talk about the vlog that Ethereal and Enhypen are going to film in a few days..you do know that Jungwon-ssi filmed with Y/nie just a few days ago right?" Sunghoon stood there dumbfounded what the fuck was going on?

his eyes went from the managers, you and to his members. and when he made eye contact with Jay, he didn't miss the small smirk that formed in the older's lips "YOU!" he pointed at his hyung in an accusing manner "you and i will face this like real men! meet me at Hybe's rooftop after this meeting!" laughter filled the once silent room, the managers laughing along as Sunghoon plopped down on his seat with his arms crossed

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summary : you used to have a crush on park sunghoon back in highschool and that didn't change even though you both were now idols who did not want dating scandals, so imagine the shock when during a vlive, park sunghoon confessed that he had a crush on you back in highschool

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lostarchivesoforpheus · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request a Valentine’s Day themed scenario with Almond Cookie and reader? One idea I have is a party/dance and they obviously wanna ask each other out but are too nervous to until others play matchmaker to help them!

Operation Matchmaker

almond cookie x gn!reader fluff

summary: you were invited to a party for valentines day, and, even though you were a bit nervous, you decided to go. but when you see your long-time crush there, and he begins to approach you, just what will happen?

warnings: a little bit of self-doubt, kissing

You weren't sure what you were expecting when you decided to come to this Valentine's party, but it sure as hell wasn't this.

You see, you were in a... predicament. You sat alone at a table in the corner, and across the room stood your friend and long-time crush, Almond Cookie, and next to him was a smaller cookie who you didn't recognize. You desperately wanted to approach him, but you doubted that you could even work up the courage to just approach him. So, instead, you just sat in the corner, silently hoping he wouldn't notice you staring.

(meanwhile...)

He couldn't help but feel enchanted by you.

Everything about you intrigued him. He studied you intensely, memorizing every little detail about you. He had long known of his feelings for you, but chose not to voice them in fear of losing you. So, he simply continued to admire you from afar.

"Well, SOMEONE has a crush!" Walnut Cookie said as she snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Wha- No!" He looked in the opposite direction, baffled that his daughter had noticed him staring at you. "Oh, really? Well if you don't have a crush, mind telling me why you were too busy staring at that cookie over there to pay attention to what I was saying?" She vaguely gestured to you before poking him in the chest. "I.. Well, I... Um." He sighed, giving up on protesting his daughter's claims. "Toooold ya! Say, why don'tcha go over and talk to them, eh? It's not good to keep your feelings to yourself, ya know!" Despite only knowing you existed for about five seconds, Walnut Cookie trusted her father and wanted the best for him, so she decided to play matchmaker for the two of you. "Wait, but-" "GO." She managed to push him in your general direction before he could say anything else.

Too busy being lost in thought, you failed to notice Almond Cookie walking over to you until he sat down at the opposite side of the table. "Oh, um, hi!" Snapping back to reality, you barely remembered to greet him. "Ah, (Y/N) Cookie, hello. I, uh, didn't expect to see you here tonight," He said, avoiding your gaze. The two of you sat in awkward silence for a few minutes before Almond spoke up again.

"I'll get straight to the point. You might hate me for what I'm about to say, but I need to get this off my chest," he took a deep breath before continuing, "(Y/N) Cookie, I am in love with you. Everything about you makes my heart go crazy, and I just can't imagine a life without you. And, I understand that you probably don't share these feelings, but-" You cut him off with a kiss to his cheek. "I love you too," you confessed with a shy smile. He looked dazedly at you for a few moments before grinning. "Well, then. I guess we're a thing now?" He asked, wanting to make sure that you were really okay with getting into a relationship with him. "Mhm!" You confirmed while reaching to hold his hand. Slowly, he leaned over and kissed you, and at that moment, the two of you knew you wanted to stay together until the end.

a/n: i love him so much aaaa- also i hope im not the only one who imagines walnut cookie as adorable but also chaotic at the same time lmao ty for requesting i loved writing this sm <33

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justimagineok · 1 year

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2:30 series - birthday girl PT 2

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

A/N: as always feedback is always appreciated! feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊

part 1

"What is it?"

"What is what?"

"I know you're up to something. Tell me already."

"I'm not up to anything, leave me alone, YN."

"Wanna say that again, looking in my eyes?"

Haru finally gave up on pretending she was scrolling through her phone to look at you. "I'm not up for anything, moron.", she rolled her again, but you could see her eyes blinking a bit too awkward. She was clearly up to something.

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to be mad at me..."

"What did you do, Haru?", you sat up straight.

"I know you don't like to celebrate your birthday, but I didn't want it to let it pass, wide cat...", Haru gave you a smile. Oh.. it was that."You know I don't like it, Haru... there's nothing to celebrate. "

"Of course it has! You're my best friend, YN. That for itself already says a lot. I'm grateful to have you in my life and I admire you a lot, you know that, don't you?"

You only nodded, blushing at her words. Why should you be admired? Why? You didn't understand.

"The members are on their way here.", Haru finally confessed. "We're gonna celebrate at least I bit, and I won't take no for an answer. "

Members? By members, she meant...

"He's not coming, don't worry.", Haru read your face expression, assuring you.

"Oh...", you nodded, giving her a little smile. You were still upset about the whole thing with Jungkook at the hospital, but for a second you thought he would show up somehow. Or sent a text ,or make a call. But he didn't.

Ever since you moved to Seoul, you spent all your birthdays with Jungkook. You hated the whole idea of celebrating the day you were born, but somehow Jungkook tricked you very well these past three years. In your first year, when you guys weren't even dating, he bought you a whole Balenciaga collection. You didn't know what to do with so much clothes and shoes, but he made sure you wouldn't return it, removing all the tags on it. 'I didn't know what to give you, so I just picked everything they had, I'm sorry. '

You tried to assure Jungkook it was too much, and you didn't deserve it, but he didn't bulge.

In your second year with him, your first year of dating, Jungkook woke you up at 00:01 singing you zero o'clock softly. You'd never forget it as long as you live. He also made the whole floor at Hybe sing you happy birthday, which made you blush for the whole day. Jungkook noticed the uncomfortable look in your eyes, but he also noticed the happiness in them. You could deal with a little uncomfortable but happy and he knew that.

The last birthday with Jungkook, your second year of dating, he threw you a birthday party with the members and Haru. You had so much fun.. See everyone there for you. Smiling, drinking, talking, and singing. It was a perfect day.

Haru knew that deep down you wanted Jungkook to be there, but there was nothing she could do at that moment. Nothing but being there for you.

"I’m sorry I can’t do more, wide cat. But happy birthday. You deserve all the happiness in this world, and I hope you get it." You hugged each other for a long time. Good thing you had people like Haru with you. People you could count on. A real family.

It didn't take long for the members to arrive. You could hear their laughter coming from the porch. Even if you hated celebrating your birthday, maybe, maybe, today could be a good day.

"Happy birthday, YN!", Hoseok walked happily to you, hiding his bag behind his back.

"Hobi!! I see you and your gifts! Don't you dare!"

Hoseok laughed as he brought the bag forward. "It's too late now!", he hugged you so tight you were pretty sure a bone or two made a tiny crashing sound. "You deserve the best!"

"Thank you, thank you!", you struggled on his embrace. Hoseok was too kind for this world, you were sure of that. All of them were.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY YN!!", Taehyung came right behind Hoseok, hugging you both. This was becoming a fuss way too fast. Jimin joined the hug too, and you couldn't help but laugh at the whole group hug in motion. Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin watched the scene, smiling.

"Don't pretend you don't wanna join in! C'mon!", you waved to them with your free hand.

"Okay!", Namjoon yelled a little too happy, joining the group hug, followed by Yoongi and Jin. Haru watched the whole thing and took a picture. It was good to see you happy.

"Here, open my present first!”, Taehyung smiled as he handed his bag to you. "I hope you like it, noona."

You opened the bag, reveling the fanciest and most pretty Gucci you have ever seen. "Taehyung...", you looked at him in shock. "I can't accept this!", Taehyung smiles, picking the bag from your hands and removed the bag tag. "Jungkookie said you were gonna say this. No refunds, noona."

Jimin was next, handing you the LV bag and offering you a warm hug. "thank you for being born, YN. the world wouldn't be this bright without you, you know?"

One by one, each of them hugged you again, handing over the presents. There was no lying: for a moment you expected one of them to say that Jungkook wished you happy birthday, but none of them said anything.

“I wasn’t expecting this for my birthday,” your voice trembled, emotional. "Thank you so much, guys.. I really loved it. Thank you, Haru... I have no way of thanking you, ever. Thank you so much. "

Lunch and the afternoon flew by as you guys spent the afternoon singing at Haru's karaoke, eating, drinking and teasing Yoongi to show him where he got his 7 tattoo, but he refused at all costs. Jin and Haru sat together at one point, laughing and kissing, and you couldn't be happier. It turned out that she had a crush on Taehyung at first, ended up falling in love with Seokjin. They matched SO MUCH. Even the way they scolded the rest of you matched. Perfect combination.

"Can I talk to you for a second?", Yoongi whispered to you, while the others were entertained by Haru's stories. "Sure!"

he shyly handed you a small envelope, signaling you not to show it to anyone else.

"He asked me to give you this."

You picked up the envelope and immediately recognized Jungkook's handwriting, which he signed just 'Kook', on the cover of the envelope.

"I thought he forgot.."

Yoongi scratched his head in embarrassment. "He kind of did. Just a little.", he offered you a kind smile. "I know he was a jerk and said terrible things to you, but you should've seen the look on his face when we told him it was his birthday... He was devastated."

You just waved. So he really had forgotten.

You went to your room and closed the door. When opening the envelope, there were two papers. One with a lettering and a letter.

The lettering read: "I'm sorry for speaking without using my (very tiny) brain"

You couldn't help but smile. It was really something that suited Jungkook.

The letter said:

"Dear YN,

I wanna start by saying I'm sorry for not being there right now. It's my fault and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I forgot... I'm sorry for everything and when I say I'm deeply sorry I'm not saying it lightly. I'm sorry I took you for granted. I just wanted to say how much you mean to me and how proud I am of you. Happiest birthday to the girl who escalates my heartbeats from 0 to 200 in a second, even after all these years. I know you don't like to celebrate your birthday, but I’m so glad you were born, because you brighten my life, YN. You really do. I wanna apologize again in person if you let me, so if you could unblock me, we can meet whenever you want. I can wait. I hope all your wishes come true.

You were a great girlfriend.

You are an amazing woman.

You are my best friend.

You are very pretty.

I love you 3000.

Happy Birthday.

(sorry for the lame card. I draw it in the last time. Sorry I forgot it. my hyungs are mad that im taking too long to write so i have to go. take care and unblock me if you can. I really wanna talk to you.)" - Kook

At the end of the day, the members said goodbye and left, wishing you happy birthday again. You and Haru lay down on the sofas in the living room staring at the ceiling and still dizzy from the amount of Soju you drank. Haru had a tolerance for alcohol that you hadn't seen in anyone else.

"Can I ask you something, wide cat?", Haru asked a little too quietly, and you felt that whatever the question was, you wouldn't like.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Did you want him to come today?", she mumbled, turning her head to look at you.

"Hmm... For a minute I thought he was coming... "you took a deep breath ."I'm still fucking offended by the way Kook treated me that day, and I know I must sound like an idiot for saying this, but I stil wanted him here with me. And finding out he forgot didn't help the situation at all."

Haru nodded, looking at the ceiling again..

"Can I say something I'm pretty sure I'll regret later?"

You turned to look at her, but she didn't take her eyes off the ceiling. "what is it?"

"You know I'm not his biggest fan, but I can't deny that it's impossible to deny that he cares about you a lot. It sucks that he forgot your birthday and it sucks even bigger that he treated you like that in the hospital, but knowing only a little bit of the way Jungkook is... I don't know.. I completely understand that you don't want to see him after all, BUT don't you think you two should talk? Even though I'm not Jungkook's biggest fan, even a blind man can see that he loves you, YN. I don't want to be devil's advocate or anything, but you know I have a good sense for these things. I don't know... think about it. If you wanted him here, maybe there's still water under that bridge."

Haru's phone rang and she answered it and by the stupid laugh she gave, you knew who it was.

You sat down on the sofa with difficulty and waved at her, informing her that you were going to your room. Haru just waved back, too busy with whatever Jin was saying to her.

Maybe she was right.

earlier on that day...

#2:30 update #2:30 #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook x yn #jk x oc #jk x reader #jk fic recs #jungkook fic recs #bts x y/n

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hi! I saw your post about the why episode title change why 11 scenes cut why lamp etc etc and I know some of it but not all, and I was hoping you could elaborate on spngate— if it’s not too much trouble— or point me in a direction where I can join you in the spn gate?

I feel ashamed for HOW LONG i let this ask just rot in my askbox (it's from january, apparently, now it's april. i thought maybe two weeks passed but NO. it was months. ANON I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY. I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART) but now with the power of this url and the wine i am currently sipping, let me give you the best, most thought-out answer that i possibly can.

I don't know how long you've been following/watching spn, so I won't get into real deep iceberg theories that go back to season 8 and jeremy carver, for the purpose of this essay answer I'll just stick to the year anno domini 2020, and will try to do my best to tell you what happened.

Okay, maybe 2019. So, in june 2019, when the first scripts and drafts for s15 are presented, these things happen: 1. apparently, according to Berens, the confession scene is the first thing that was written for season 15. 2. Jensen Ackles is sat down and asked if he would be okay with this. (question is asked: why would they ask jensen if all he does in this scene is look at cas, he doesn't say anything, he does not confess, it changes nothing about his character, etc.; if you put the real tjlc tinfoil hat on you'd ask hey , maybe they asked him if precisely that is okay, if he is okay with the fact dean is practically silenced here but that's Deep) 3. Jensen apparently is okay with that, because it happens.

also this thing happens around the same time: 1. they write the ending for the brothers, and no matter what version of the finale we're talking about, Dean dies 2. Jensen Ackles is Not Okay with this. he calls Kripke who then, in a call and/or email assures him it's a good ending (Jensen says that) and also very quickly after that Jensen is announced to play Soldier Boy in Kripke's The Boys. make of that what you want

They film, blah blah, march 2020, covid happens, they stop production right after they film the confession. Last episode to air is 15x13, last episode they film is 15x18, they almost have a plane crush when flying to vegas con, and then, a loooong break until august 2020. Now, from what we know, there were two versions of the finale - the pre-covid finale they were supposed to film if the filming schedule wasn't interrupted, and the finale that happened.

What was supposed to be in the Original Finale/Pre-Covid Finale, we still don't know exactly, but from what the cast said, there was supposed to be a big cast reunion, Harvelle's Roadhouse in Heaven, Kansas Band (why are they dead?) playing there after Dean gets there and so on.

Anyway. July 2020. Misha does a livestream with Michael Sheen (the SuperGood campaign) where he says he is going back to filming the last two episodes in a few weeks. he said it LIVE. it's on youtube. people analyze the background from Misha's livestreams and photos and conclude he is in Vacouver, where spn is filmed. He also says that he is going back filming in a few interviews. Also here.

August 2020. They go back to filming in august 2020 to film 15x19 and 15x20.

August 20th, 2020, Misha's birthday.

I wasn't on set TODAY. so casual. of all days i wasn't there today.

August 24th, 2020, day 6/8 of filming 15x19, Angel with a Shotgun is hash tag Song of The Day while filming scenes of 15x19 (scene 28, 31).

September 4th, 2020. ALL THEY FILM, for the whole DAY, is one scene. They usually film a few. They film one. Song of the day? The Night We Met.

Somewhere before the episodes starts to air again, Dabb says only 30% of the audience will like the finale. Anyway, everyone concludes, Misha is filming, destiel is more or less going canon, but everyone including bibros is sure Misha is filming and will be there for the finale.

Originally, "Despair" was called "The Truth".

Finale airs.

It feels shorter (apparently it's not) but it does have an additional ad break. For Walker. But it feels shorter because of the "carry on my wayward son" cover montage that lasts too long and later it's discovered thanks to scripts that dropped that there are ELEVEN scenes that were filmed,, but didn't make it to the episode. The script that drops is also very telling, where scenes are just [OMMITTED]. It was explained that they wanted to have actor there but they didn't want actors to quarantine for two weeks to film one or two scenes BUT then that's exactly what they did with Jim Beaver lmao.

So yeah. I also remember Misha at a con (DarkLight?) where, after asked about the original ending, he answers that the original ending was something that would be better explored in fanfiction anyway. Theory rises he filmed and was cut off the episode without his or Jensen's knowledge because Misha sat down his kids to watch the spn finale (which was the first episode they were supposed to watch ever, why would he do that if he's not there?) and then, CW SPN twitter posts a goodbye video that has everyone from the cast and their mother BUT MISHA AND JENSEN ARE NOT THERE. Jensens sexy silence starts.

THEN THE WILDEST THING HAPPENS.

November 25th, the Spanish Dub. 15x18 drops in Brazil and Dean says "and i you" to Cas, after he confesses. No "don't do this cas" but "and i you". Tumblr stops working for two hours, people on discords are screaming, no one knows whats happening, someone claims Jensen was called in September 2020 to record some adlibs? To record the muffled sobs Dean does while on the floor. Theory is supported by the fact that in the Bazil version? When Dean sits on the floor? The sound that plays are birds. Chirping birds. Sounds don't match, what was Dean saying while crying on the floor, question arises.

Everyone decides there was a Rogue Translator who managed to hide from The CW Sniper (who is the reason actors just dont tell us everything) and translated some kind of Original Script. Voice Actors are invited to a podcast where they debunk this saying that it was added because the translator felt this was the right response or something like that. Anyway they debunk the fact that there existed, at any time, a version of a script, that maybe was send to them, where Dean says I love you too. This was a wild night, no one slept.

And like. I could make this post longer, but I am planning to, one day, make a huge masterpost with real sources about that because honestly you could write a book about it.

But tl;dr spngate is a theory that misha did film for the last 2 episodes and the changes they made were truly last minute (september 2020), they were going for a canon destiel, possibly human!cas engame, dabb was always on our side, and it's based on stuff like jensen actively hating the ending to the point he made his prequel after 2 years of radio silence, 11 scenes just cut from the finale, misha saying he is going back filming, and people like mark pellegrino saying the last scene he filmed was with alex and misha. also the onion field. why lamp is the theory that cas is represented and symbolized by lamps throughout the show and when dean dances with a Lamp in a drug induced dream instead of, say, some kind of a lady he is actually thinking about cas.

also there are little things like when jensen at an online con before the finale says that oh yes i am wearing a grey flannel but tomorrow? who know it could be blue and green. and we all collectively lost our shit. like when he said he is most excited to "tackle" with cas in season 15. or that "dean has no taste, clearly". WHY WAS YOUR PERMISSION NEEDED JENSEN

there are a lot of things i didn't mention here because i simply can't unflod this whole thing just like that but

but if you understand this picture you might be entitled to financial compensation

#ask #anon #it took me 2 hours to write this #spngate

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skloomdumpster · 10 months

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Thank you for tagging me @crazycatfaery <3 I'm sorry I took so long 😅😅

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 -> don’t care either way

10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional

Age Gap: 7/10

I love it, but I'll only read it if the Dead Dove Do Not Eat tag is there. I want to read it from an author who's aware they're writing an age gap, especially if we're talking toxic/problematic ships. If we're all in agreement in this room, then HELL YEAH.

Codependency: 100/10

Love it. I love it between love interests, I love it between family members, I love it between enemies even. Characters who only exist and see themselves as a paired up thing with another character. If I see that tag in any work the chances of me clicking on it double.

Enemies to lovers: -5/10

Eh... Sure if it's okay enemies to lovers, as in they're actual enemies and they want each other dead and then we turn it back around. Alright, sure. But honestly? 9/10 times people are writing mild-annoying acquaintance to lovers. I hate that. And even when they ARE writing real enemies to lovers, sometimes the "lovers" part doesn't live up to the "enemies" part.

Enemies With Benefits: 10/10

It's rare and I love it, but it's a tricky trope to get right. You can't remove the "enemies" aspect from it. I've seen this done right (cough - John Ross/Pamela), but I've also seen it butchered many times.

Fake Dating/Relationship: 3/10

Cute and all, but I won't click on a fic because of it.

Found Family: -1000/10

Nope. Most of the time people mean "found nuclear family" and then I'm forced to watch as these characters act completely wacky and ooc. I adore a good found family, but seeing this tagged in a work is a surefire way to have me not click it. (also let's just please stop with the weird subtrope of putting the favorite-white-guy of the group as the "tradwife/mom"??? what the FUCK is this? I've seen it in Teen Wolf, I've seen it Fate, I've seen it in Fast and Furious... just nope.)

Friends To Lovers: 100/10

Perfection. You want pining? You got a forest of pines. You want yearning? You want italicized oh moment? You want harmless jealousy? You want hilarious cutesy moments? You want deep conversations? You want confessions that fix something broken inside of you? You want a love so deep and profound that it has grown and changed and it'll change again if you won't take me as a lover because a friend is good too, is great even?? You want STAKES because I-love-you-but-I-don't-want-to-ruin-this-because-you're-the-best-thing-in-my-life??? Perfect trope. No notes.

Friends With Benefits: 10/10

The same as above + sex. Can't go wrong.

Hurt/Comfort: 100/10

Bathe my blorbo in their own blood!! Whump the shit out of them!! Put them through hell!! Make the caretaker fear for their life!! Get the begging and bargaining out and the wheezing confessions through bloody coughs. Love this.

Love Triangle: 0/10

It sure exists.

Mistaken/Hidden Identity: 0/10

I don't think I ever read this, don't think I ever will either.

Monster Fu… Relationship: 5/10

Sure, but only if it's a werewolf. Team Jacob forever.

Obsession, Possessiveness, etc: 10/10

Fuck yeah. Yes in good, deliciously toxic ships, but also YES in good, healthy ships. The golden ships, made up of two righteous characters and you wouldn't expect this and then BAM. The other day I read fic that was like "[redacted] had often fantasized about reaching in and counting the teeth in [redacted's] mouth" <- most perfect line ever written.

Opposites (like grumpy×sunshine, etc): 5/10

Eh...? It can be cute, but sometimes it feels like too much. I'm actually more of a "they're both grumpy, but not with each other" or even "they're both golden, but can be at their worse with each other".

Poly: 5/10

Sometimes it's shoehorned in and I'm like... :/ you could've written something more interesting if you allowed the conflict to exist. BUT sometimes there's genuine sexual/romantic attraction between all parts and that's when this hits. I'll read an OT3 as long as it's not "author couldn't decide and decided to go the fluffy no conflict route even though it makes no sense for the characters"

Pregnancy: 8/10

I'll read it in fics, in all sorts of manners: cute family fic, kinky breeding fic, plotty dramatic fic, etc. But I don't like it in canon, movie or book. In fic I have the ability of getting bored and clicking out and reading one of the other 200 fics where there's no pregnancy or baby. In canon that's impossible.

Second Chance: 0/10

Sure, I'll read that.

Sex To Feelings: 5/10

IDK, when are we talking feelings? Is this a scenario where they're friends/enemies to benefits and then the feelings emerge? Because then yes. Or is this just a PWP and then I get some feelings at the bottom? Because then no. Or is this a character study while they're fucking? Because then YES.

Slowburn: 10/10

It's the perfect trope but watch out. I'm a firm believer of stories needing beginning, middle, end. I've read fics that are 80 chapters long and every time the characters are about to get together/realize another curveball is thrown their way. Once or twice I'm good with, but 50 different obstacles? Fuck no, I'm clicking out.

Soulmates: -1/10

This won't make me wanna read your fic. If you mean this as a "they are soulmates so X happens" ....nope. Not my thing. If you mean this as "they're always the endgame. In every universe, in every reality, these two are IT" (cough, Skloom) then YES!!! But also don't spell it out for me. I don't need you to tell me soulmates, I can guess that.

Tagging: @infp-obsessing-over-everything , @faithfire and @daisiehoney @astrid-v

#hello i'm a highly opinionated person who can't shut up #i'm sorry this is so fucking long #astrid i think you've done this already but im not sure so forgive me

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lunamadhatter99 · 2 years

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The Lady and the Lord

Part 8

We entered volume two now, ladies and gentlemen. I really hope you'll like it, thanks for all the likes, I appreciate it A LOT.

Chapter summary: a confession is made and the group gets prepared for battle.

Chapter warnings: ⚠️ spoiler season 4 ⚠️ panic attack, harassment, mention of rape, Jason and Andy being disgusting, some angs I think, but also Eddie being the sweetest.

Tag list:

@deafeningempathfishcowboy

@imangy

@dragqueen-eddie

@eddie-the-banished

@hurricane-abigail

@spaceandstars

@once-upon-an-imagine

@ruxjules

@ssagube

Chaos. That's the word to use right now.

We are looking for a song to play for Nancy to listen to.

Eddie's room is a literal mess of cassettes.

"Steve says you need to hurry!" Erica runs in.

"Yeah? No shit!" Dustin yells back.

"What does he think we're doing?!" I yell too, searching through Eddie's playlists.

"We're trying. We can't find anything" Max tells Erica.

"Seriously, what is this shit?" Robin asks, panicking more and more.

"What are we even looking for?" Eddie asks, taking out more cassettes.

"Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music!" She answers throwing the cassettes everywhere.

"This is music!" Eddie and I say at the same time.

"You don't have my Walkman?" I then ask Eddie, remembering I gave it to him at the boathouse.

He looks at me, thinking, then his eyes widen.

"Shit.. I... I think I left it at the boathouse.. shit"

"Fuck.. uh.. okay okay keep looking, Erica go tell Steve we're doing our best, tell him to keep talking to Nancy, to... I don't know... keep her... on the ground?" I tell Erica, who runs back to Steve.

I feel my eyes watering, I can't cry now, let alone have an attack.

"You really don't have anything... non-metal here? Are you sure?" I turn to Eddie once again.

"I... shit... I don't think I do" he answers.

"Just keep looking everyone" I finally say.

Suddenly Erica jogs back in panting heavily.

"She's okay... she's fine" she says.

"What?" We all ask.

"Steve says she's.. awake" Erica tells us.

"Really?" I hurry back to the gate, followed by everyone else.

I look up seeing Steve holding Nancy.

"Steve!" I yell.

"She's fine.. I.. I don't know how, but she's fine. Give her a minute and we'll climb there" He says.

"Take your time yes" Robin says, smiling relieved.

"Oh thank god" Lucas breaths.

"Yeah, We got close to lose her..." Dustin says.

"Yeah.. yeah.." I mutter, feeling my chest tightening. I shake my head trying to make the feeling go away, but it doesn't.

I take deep breaths, walking back a little away from the others.

Dustin turns around, as soon as he notices my state he walks to me.

"Hey.. " he softly says "what's wrong?"

"I'm fine, Dusty." I whisper, trying to appear strong.

"You're clearly not. Tell me, what can I do?" He asks.

"I got it, big guy" Eddie appears beside him.

"I want to help" Dustin insists.

"I'm okay really, don't worry" I try again, but I start to have trouble breathing.

"M'lady, you're shaking" Eddie softly tells me.

"What's wrong?" Robin comes too.

"Noth-" I start.

"She's having a panic attack." Eddie informs her, and before she could speak, he continues "I got it, don't worry"

He gently leads me to his room and makes me sit on his bed.

When he goes to close the door Dustin tries to come in.

"I want to help" he firmly says, I can sense he's worried... that's the last thing I wanted.. fuck. Now of all times..

"You're helping by staying out, it's a simple panic attack. She's gonna be fine, man" Eddie tells him.

"Okay.. fine.. if anything happens to her, I'm blaming you" he warns, pointing a finger at him.

"I wouldn't expect it any different" Eddie replies, then closes the door and comes to me, kneeling in front of me.

"Hey, hey, look at me, pretty girl" he sweetly tells me.

I don't. I can't breath at this point, my legs are shaking a lot and I'm clenching my fists so hard my nails are almost piercing my skin.

He gently grabs my hands.

"Hey, I know it looks bad.. but it's really nothing. It's just your body telling you to... take a break, to let everything out." He says, rubbing his thumbs on the back on my hands. "I know, I know, it's a shitty way to let you know. A call would've been better"

I let out a breathless chuckle at that.

"You laughed! See? I knew I was funny. Dustin claims he's the funniest one."

I slowly catch my breath again, slowly, but I'm managing, so I look at him.

"There you go, beautiful. Keep taking deep breaths. In... and out. Good girl" he smiles.

"I... I'm.."

"Hey, no rush. I'm here" he moves a hand to cup my cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

I lean on his hand, finding the contact very comforting.

I slowly go back to my normal breathing.

"I'm sorry" I mutter.

"For what? You did nothing wrong." He replies.

"I made Dustin worry.."

"Yeah.. well, he worries a lot. I think he likes it, secretly, maybe there's a 'worry kink' or something" he jokes.

I softly laugh.

"There's that laugh." He stands up only to sit next to me, still holding one of my hand.

"Thanks" I say, looking down at our hands.

"Anything for you. Remember?" He nudges me.

"Still.. thanks" I say, going to stand up, but he stops me.

"Take your time. They'll surely warn us when those two are back in the normal dimension, don't worry."

"Okay.. yeah."

"You know, uh.." he starts, getting suddenly nervous "I wanted my room to be... clean, just in case you'd ever come. Always imagined it to be clean"

"You.. you imagined me here?" I ask, with a nervous laugh.

"Gotta say yes, m'lady. Although I think the correct word to use is 'hoped' " he lowers his eyes, blushing.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"I like you, Y/n. I have for a... huge while." He chuckles nervously "I mean... have you met yourself?"

"I..what?"

"I'll tell you as many times as you want."He laughs. "I fucking like you, Y/n"

"Me?"

What a stupid question.

"Of course! Everyone in Hellfire teases me and mocks me for not having the balls to actually talk to you, to ask you out." He tells me." Everytime. Everytime at lunch I looked your way. Always looking at you... this sounds creepy I know, I'm sorry"

"No... no, I mean...I did the same sometimes.." I admit.

"Did you?"

"Yeah... in class though. Those times when the professors made you sit in front.. I looked at you" I say looking down, embarrassed. "I always thought you were really cool"

"You know..At first I thought it was curiosity. 'What's she doing all alone there?' And when I looked a little closer I realised you didn't care. I thought.. she's cool."

I shake my head.

"Don't you dare say you're not." He chuckles again "you are. Then we got paired up and... I was a goner. You were so kind. Never once judged me for... well, whatever everyone else judges me for. And, after you loosened up a little, you were kinda funny too. Then I find out you listen to metal, rock, you read The Lord of The Rings, you know D&D... I mean, of course I fucking like you."

"I.. like you too" I tell him, softly.

"What was that?" He asks, pretending he didn't hear it.

"I like you too" I say a little bit louder.

He looks at me with a sweet, yet teasing smile. "Didn't catch that, one more time?"

"I. Like. You. Too" I laugh.

"Oohh that's what you said." He jokes.

"God.. you're terrible" I comment, playfully rolling my eyes.

"No refunds, m'lady. " he tells me with a grin.

"Oh shut it"

"Never." He grins.

"You better clean it for the next time I'm here" I tell him looking around his room.

"If you promise to come back here... I'll clean every centimetre of this damn trailer" he offers.

"Deal" I say with a laugh. "Even though the ripped posters are... kinda cool"

"I know, right?"

"And... wait... those are.." I get up walking to the wall where a pair of handcuffs are hung.

"Yep" he sounds amused.

I look at them... this is interesting.

"Have you... ever.. uh... used these?" I try to sound casual as I ask that, even though my mind is in so many different places at the moment. Being handcuffed to the bed... handcuff him...

"Maybe" he grins "why? Already thinking about it?"

"I'm not telling you" I blush.

"Well, uh..I did." He sincerely says.

"D-did you?"

"Yeah.. I have to say it. But hey!" He stands up walking closer to me. "It's not my fault you're so beautifully hot"

"Oh god" I chuckle.

"If it makes you uncomfortable I stop, I promise" he says, turning serious.

"No" I quickly answer, too quickly I think seeing the sweet smirk on his face "I'm... okay with it. Surprisingly comfortable"

"Really?" He checks.

"Really" I say, gathering enough courage to grab him by his jacket to pull him to me.

"Oh... not so shy anymore, uh?" He teases, moving his hands on my waist.

Suddenly we hear a knock.

"What a timing" he comments, with a small laugh.

"They're back I think" I say already moving to open the door.

Dustin on the other side.

"They're here" he says, then looks at me carefully and hugs me.

"Hey... told you I was okay" I joke.

"You better" he mutter against my shoulder.

"I'm tough, you know that" I say, he lets me go.

I'm about to rush to see Steve and Nancy, when Eddie's voice stops me.

"Wait. Here." He hands me a black shirt. "In case you feel cold" he chuckles.

I notice some of the buttons are missing, I raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Sorry" he mouths.

"Thank you" I smile at him and out the shirt on my shoulder.

Finally, I immediately go to Nancy, hugging her and she does too, holding onto me dearly.

"Thought we lost you there for a moment" I tell her.

"Me too" she says.

We let go of each other and I go hug Steve too.

"You good?" He asks me.

"Yeah yeah. You?"

"Fine"

We all gather around Nancy, her telling us what she saw.. what Vecna showed her.

Erica, Eddie and Steve sits on the couch in Max's home, Nancy on an armchair, Robin on the floor and the rest of us stands.

"He showed me" Nancy starts to tell "things that haven't happened yet. The most awful things. I saw a dark cloud spreading over Hawkins. Downtown on fire. Dead soldiers. And this...giant creature with... a gaping mouth. And this creature wasn't alone. There were so many monsters. An army. And they were coming into Hawkins. Into our neighbourhoods. Our homes. And then... he showed me my mom. And Holly. Mike. And they... they were all..." Nancy stops, with a shaky breath.

"Okay, but..." Steve starts "he's just trying to scare you, Nance. Right? I mean...it's not real"

"Not yet" Nancy replies. "But there... there was something else. He showed me gates. Four gates. Spreading across Hawkins. And these gates, they looked like the one outside of Eddie's trailer, but... they didn't stop growing. And this wasn't the Upside Down Hawkins. This was out Hawkins. Our home."

I kneel down to take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts.

"Four chimes" Max speaks "Vecna's clock. It always chimes four times. Four exactly"

"I heard them too" Nancy says.

"He's been telling us his plan this whole time." Max realises.

"Four kills. Four gates. End of the world" Lucas points out.

Four.

"If that's true..." Dustin starts.

"It means he only got one kill left... one more kill and... he wins" I say, standing up again next to him.

"Try 'em again. Try 'em again" Steve tells Max, who immediately goes to the phone.

We've been trying to contact El, Will and Mike, but... no results.

"Anything?" Dustin asks.

"No. Rang a few times, then went to busy signal." Max answers.

"Maybe you punched it wrong. Try again" Steve says.

"Steve..." I warn.

"I didn't punch it in wrong" Max replies, rightly annoyed.

"Well, I don't know" Steve tries.

"I think she knows how to use a phone" Dustin defends Max, who's trying once again.

"I'm just saying, she could've typed it in wrong." Steve insists.

Max hangs up the phone again "same shit"

"How is that possible?" Lucas asks confused.

"I told you, Joyce has this telemarketer job. She's always on the phone. Mike won't stop whining about it." Dustin explains.

"Always, as in... three days straight busy?" I ask, sarcastically.

"Yeah, something must be wrong" Max agrees with me.

"They're right. It can't be just a coincidence. It can't be" Nancy too agrees."Whatever is happening in Lenora is connected to all of this. I'm sure of it. But Vecna can't hurt them. Not if he's dead. We have to go back in there. Back to the Upside Down."

"Whoa. No, no, no. What?" Steve complains.

"Nope." Eddie too shakes his head.

"She's right" I say standing next to Nancy.

"Let's think this through." Steve stands up, trying to make us reason.

"What is there to think through?" Nancy asks, annoyed.

"We barely made it out of there in one piece" Steve points out.

"Yeah. That's because we weren't prepared, Steve. We got there... helpless. All we need is a plan and supplies" I tell him.

"A good plan. Then we'll go through the gate, we'll find his lair, and we'll kill him" Nancy supports me.

"Or he'll kill us" Steve replies, agitated "the only reason you survived is because he wanted you to. He's not scared of us."

"And for good reason" Robin finally speaks "we were wrong about Vecna. Henry. One. Sorry, what are we calling him now?" She asks.

"One" Dustin and Lucas choose.

"Vecna" says Erica.

"Henry" Nancy says, as a matter of fact.

"Right. We've learned something new about Vecna/Henry/one. He's a number like Eleven, only a sick, evil, male, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin. But my.. my point is, he's super powerful. He could turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It's not a fair fight."

"Then why fight fair?" Dustin asks, simply "you're right. He's like Eleven. But that gives us an upper hand. We know Eleven's strengths and weaknesses" he explains.

Genius.

"Weaknesses?" Erica's quite confused now.

"Exactly. They got powers... but they're not invincible. We do have some leverage we can use." I say.

"Exactly, when El remote-travels, she goes into this sort of trance-like state. I bet the same is true for Vecna" Dustin keeps talking.

"That would explain what he was doing in that attic" Lucas points out.

"Exactly. When he attacks his next victim, I'll bet you he's back in that attic, physical body defenseless." He declares.

"Defenseless? What about the army of bats?" Steve rhetorically asks, pointing at his injured neck.

"Right, true. We'll have to find a way past them. Distract them somehow." Dustin answers.

"And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?" Eddie asks, about to standing up.

"No idea" Dustin replies and Eddie sits back down defeated. "But once they're gone, he doesn't stand a chance. It'll be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin"

Cool metaphor, I think.

"That a sounds good in theory, but there is no pattern in Vecna's killings. I mean, at least not one that I can decipher." Robin notes. "We don't know when he's going to attack next. We don't even know who he's going to attack"

"Yeah, we do" Max chimes in.

We all look at her.

"No" I firmly say.

"I can still feel him." She calmly speaks "I'm still marked. Cursed. I ditch Kate Bush, I draw his focus back to me"

"Max" Lucas says "you can't. He'll kill you"

"I survived before" She insists, and I just shake my head "I can survive again, I just need to keep him busy long enough so that you guys can get into that attic. Then you can chop his head off. Stab him in the heart. Blow him up with some explosive Dustin cooks up. I honestly don't care how you put this asshole in his grave. Just.."she takes a deep breath "whatever it is...whatever you do...try not to miss"

She's stubborn, we won't make her change her mind, in no way.

I take a deep breath, looking at everyone else thinking.

"Okay." I say, they all look at me "well, to not miss we're gonna need weapons. So... where do we get 'em?"

"I..uh, I might have an answer for that" Eddie speaks.

We all gather around him, showing us a page on a phone book.

"Check this out. The War Zone" he tells us "I've been there once. It's huge. They got everything you need for, uh...well, killing things, basically"

"You think fake Rambo has enough guns there?" Robin asks."is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?"

"Well, lucky for us it is, so... This.. this place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks" Eddie suggests.

"If we're trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn't go to some store called the War Zone" Erica points out.

"Normally, I'd agree, but we need the weapons. So I think it's worth the risk" Nancy states.

"Yap" I say.

"But is it worth the time? It'll take all day to bike there and back" Dustin notes.

"Who said anything about bikes?" Eddie asks.

"What, You got some car we don't know about?" Steve wonders.

"It's not exactly a car, Steve." Eddie stands straight, eye level with Steve, a mischievous smile on his face "and not exactly mine, but, uh... it'll do"

"Oh god" I breath.

"Hey, Red, uh, you got a ski mask or a bandana, something like that?" He asks Max.

Sneaking around the trailer park with Eddie wearing Max's mask of Micheal Myers, wasn't in my weirdest dream, but life is unpredictable, isn't it?

All together we enter, through a little window, one of the RVs parked there.

Eddie immediately goes to hotwire the car-house, followed by me ready to help if needed.

"Where'd you learn how to do this?" Steve asks him.

"Well, when the other dads were teaching their kinds hot to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire." He answers "now, I swore to myself I wouldn't wind up like he did, but now I'm wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto. So, uh, I'm really living up to that Munson name."

"Not that you have much of a choice here" I try to assure him.

"Eddie" Robin comes from behind "I'm not sure I love the idea of you driving"

"Oh, I'm just starting this sucker. Harrington's got her. Don't you, big boy?" He says, with a mocking smirk on his face, and earning a confused look from Steve.

That being said he finally get the RV start and soon enough the owners are banging at the door, screaming at us.

We all leave room for Steve to jump in the diver seat.

"Eveybody, hand on to something!" He yells.

I run in the back with Dustin and Max.

"Drive, Steve. DRIVE!" Dustin yells too.

He finally drives off.

"Oh my god, they looked pissed" Dustin comments.

"It's not everyday you lose your house and car in one fell swoop" Robin notes.

"You'd be quite mad too" I tell him.

With some trouble we finally get on the road, away from the trailer park.

I let out a sigh of relief and look at Eddie, who has an amused smirk on, he sends me a wink and I just roll my eyes at him.

We all settled in as best we could. Steve managed to "master" his house-driving skills, so now we're safe on the road. Taking a small break from everything until we get to the War Zone.

Nancy sits in the passenger seat next to Steve, Lucas and Max in the back talking as well.

Dustin, Robin and Erica sits on one of the small tables, and Eddie and I on the other very small "couch".

We sit beside each other, not talking.

I, once again, pay with my fingers and rings, so he gently grabs one of my hands, holding it.

"All good, m'lady?" He asks.

"Yeah.. yeah, you?"

"Well, uh, beside being hunted like an animal and having to fight a supernatural monster, I'm good." He looks at me. "I mean.. I get to hold you hand"

"Oh shut it" I softly chuckle.

"Not when it makes you smile" he winks.

I roll my eyes, but I can't help the smile on my face. So I just hold his hand a bit tighter.

"You always manage to make me smile" I tell him, lowering my eyes. I suddenly feel shy.

"Hey, don't get all shy with me. You have no reason to" he gently speaks, then leans a bit closer to my ear. "Especially not after the interest you showed for my handcuffs" he whispers.

I jokingly shove him "Shut up. There was no interest"

"Yeah, sure" he says unconvinced with a small laugh.

"You.. you sure you're okay, Eddie?"

"Yeah... you know, seen the situation, I'm surprisingly...uh, not not-okay. Yeah, I'm not at the best...but it's not that bad" he answers sincerely.

"That's good" I say.

"And I mean it, the fact that you're here... helps.. helps a lot." He says, making me look up to him "you always manage to make me smile too, m'lady'

"Glad to hear that, my lord" I say with a smile.

"Hey, uh, I.. I have a question for you" he tells me.

"What is it?"

"After... all this... would you, uh... let me take you out? I mean.. After we kill that thing and my name is.. cleared" he asks, chuckling nervously.

"I guess Dustin was right." I mutter with a smile.

"About what?"

"You are courting me"

"Of course I am!" He laughs "so? Would you let me?"

"I'd be honoured, my lord" I smile at him then lean my head on his shoulder and he leans his on my head, our hands still holding.

We finally arrive at the War Zone.

Dustin, Lucas and, especially, Eddie stay in the camper, while we go and buy whatever we need.

The store is... huge... and full of people.

"So much for avoiding angry hicks" Robin comments.

"Let's be... fast" Nancy suggests and we all agree.

I found myself at checking out of the shotguns they sells.

"How... how much?" I ask the seller.

"$120.99, but I'll throw in 20 rounds of buckshot for ya" he tells me and I just nod.

Not bad.

While I keep looking at the weapon in my hands I hear a familiar voice.

"Hey, can I see this real pretty .357, please?"

Shit.

No way.

I just pretend to be focused on the shotgun, turning slightly so maybe I can avoid Jason.

"Y/n L/n. Right?"

Fuck. How does he even know my name!?

I slowly turn around, I look at him and I nod my head.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Gotta be prepared... just in case" I lower my eyes as I timidly answer.

I look around the store, noticing more of his friends around.

Better keep, at least, one occupied, right?

"I'm sorry... uh.. about Chrissy. She's always been... nice to everyone" I say.

He looks taken aback by it, but almost... amused too..

"Want my advice?" He asks.

Not exactly, I think.

"Shotguns are not good for much of anything past killing small birds" he tells me, nearing me, eyes focused on mine "I mean, they got power, sure, but not much range. And that's just gonna force you into close-range combat," he's right in front of me now, but I surprisingly hold his stare "then someone can easily redirect it by grabbing that barrel, like this.."

He suddenly moves to grab the barrel, but I'm faster, stepping back and moving the shotgun out of his reach.

I guess Hopper's lessons, really, did the trick.

He looks at me surprised and takes a step forward. I take one back but I'm stopped by something.. or someone.

"Hi there baby"

I take a shaky breath and look around, literally everywhere but any of them.

"It's polite to answer, isn't it?" Jason tells me, with a hard tone.

"Hi...A-andy" I quietly say.

"I missed you" Andy fakes sorrow.

"You know, It's actually a good thing, we found you here today" Jason, then, tells me.

"W-why?" I ask.

"Because we found this" he says, taking something from his back pocket.

My Walkman.

Shit.

I look at it with widened eyes.

"It's yours, right? I mean.. your name's on it"

I nod.

They move closer caging me between them.

As I look around I see Steve and Robin, when Steve notices me he immediately goes to run to me, but I stop him widening my eyes. If he jumps in like this, Jason and Andy might suspect something's up. Thankfully Robin catches on and stops Steve, whispering something. He just stares at us, probably waiting for the right excuse to chime in.

"You know where we found it?" Andy asks, breathing in my ear.

"No" I whisper.

"A boathouse... near Lover's lake. Where the freak happened to be hiding" Jason says. "Now... our question is... why was your Walkman there?"

"I don't.. I don't know" I say.

I want to walk away, but Andy's hands on my hips stop me.

Not again...

"Don't go so soon, c'mon, we just want to talk" Jason tells me, using what he thinks is a sweet voice.

"You know where the freak is, baby?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"Are you sure?" Jason asks.

"Yes... now.. let go" I shakily say.

"I believe you, I do. But, just know that if you have some information on where he might be and you're not telling us...you can either change your mind now and tell us or... well.. Andy here has been dying to get a taste of you and... you know, you're no match for the rest of the team to hold down." He whispers, his eyes falling to my lips "and maybe they could get a taste too"

My eyes widen at the threat.

I try to move away, but Andy's grip gets tighter.

"Oh now now, don't be like that. We're talking right?" He asks Andy, who just nods.

His head against mine as I feel his fingers moving my top slightly so he can actually touch my skin.

"You know what? that's fine... I mean, Munson could've stolen your Walkman, right?" Jason mockingly suggests.

"Exactly. Plus... she's too much of a good girl to help a murderer" Andy agrees.

"But I think you might know this though" Jason starts.

When he sees that I don't answer nor look at him, he uses his thumb and index finger to grab my chin and make me look up at him.

"You should know where his friends are. Right?" He asks, studying my face.

"Friends?" I ask.

"Yeah, we saw you talking to them, more than once." He says "you should have an idea on where they are"

"Why..?"

"Their whole little cult is a threat for everyone, baby, help us put an end to it" Andy says, pulling me fully against him.

"Yeah. You know Sinclair right? And this, uh, Dustin?" Jason asks. "And Nancy Wheeler's brother too, yeah? Tell us where they are so we can have... a little friendly chat with them."

At the mention of their names something changes inside me.

I stop shaking.

What's their plan? Beating up some fourteen year-olds?..

"I don't know shit" I say, fearlessly looking Jason in the eyes. I surprise even myself.

"What did you just say?" He seems shocked.

"I. Don't. Know. Shit." I repeat.I harshly yank myself free from Andy's grip, also thank to their temporal shock.

"You lay one more finger on me, or any of my friends, and I'll show you how useful a shotgun actually is" I add.

I join the other to pay for everything and we run to the camper, Steve keeps trying to talk to me, but I just ignore him.

We quickly rush into the RV.

"What happened?" Lucas immediately asks.

"We gotta go" Steve cuts him off.

"Your old friend are here" Erica informs her brother.

Steve starts the vehicle, immediately driving away as soon as the last of us gets in.

"Y/n" He calls, once we get on the road, using his severe tone "Here. Now."

I deeply sigh, locking eyes with Dustin who sends me a questioning look.

I move to the passenger seat, looking forward to the road.

"So?" He asks.

"What?"

"What the hell happened? What did they want? And, why the hell didn't you let me intervene?" He's mad, really mad.

"I... I thought that... uh, if they saw you rushing in, like that.. then they might've thought we knew something about Eddie and draw the attentionto us" I answer.

"Fuck..Y/n, you... you didn't have to" he says exasperated.

"It's not a big deal, Steve. I.. stood up for the others... they threatened me, to try and scare me. They almost did... but as soon as they mentioned Dustin and Lucas I... I just snapped." I explain.

"Wait... who threatened you?" Eddie comes to stands with us.

"No need to worry about it now, really. I handled it" I wave him off.

"Jason and Andy did" Steve answers Eddie's question. "Now, my question is... what the hell did they say to you? And don't try your 'nothing too bad' shit. I fucking saw your face."

I just take a deep breath, not speaking a word.

"M'lady" Eddie tries to convince me with a sweet tone.

"What is it with you all? I'm not a porcelain doll, for chirst's sake! And you're not my father, nor my mother. I don't have any of those!" I snap, earning the attention of the whole group.

"Just tell me, please." Steve insists.

"Why do you want to know so bad?"

"Because if you keep it bottled up, you'll get another attack and.. I hate it when it happens to you"

"I handled it. On my own, Steve. I... fuck.. they were threatening to rape me. That's what you wanted to hear?" I take a deep breath.

"What? Why the fuck didn't you let me help?!" He basically yells.

I know he's not actually mad at me, I know he was just worried sick, especially knowing the whole thing with Andy. But damn... he can get so annoying sometimes, treating me like a child.

"they just wanted to.. to scare me and.. I don't know what else, then they mention that they were also looking for... For Lucas, and.. and Dustin and... hell, even Mike. I couldn't stand it. If they fucking saw you, they would've know something's up. So I'm sorry you couldn't be the hero for the millionth time, Harrington" I get up walking to the back.

"Honey..." Steve tries to call me, but I ignore him.

"Leave her be, Steve" I hear Robin telling him.

I just sit there, on my own with my thoughts.

I try to forget about the events at the War Zone. Andy's hands on me... Jason's... the threat.

Plus Steve treating me like I'm some fragile doll who needs constant protection..

I can feel myself on the verge of crying, so I just let the tears fall.

I try to shake away the thoughts when I see Dustin coming to sit with me, saying nothing he just offers me a warm, comforting smile.

I wipe away the tears with the sleeves of the shirt Eddie gave me.

"Hey" he softly says.

"Hi" I reply.

"Thank you" he simply says.

"For what?" I ask, wondering why he was thanking me.

"For always protecting us" he answers. "I know we... we're not, like, a conventional family and all, but... we can be yours."

"Dustin..." I trail off trying to stop him, but he continues.

"We love you. I know Steve can be... too parental sometime, but he loves you"

"I know, Dustin.. I know. It's just that, uh... I'm not a child. I showed him so many times I can take care of myself. I might have trouble talking to people, but still.. I mean.. I fought as many monsters as he did.." I take a breath.

"I know. He knows that" he looks at me "and he's sorry"

"I know he is. I just need him to leave me alone for a while" I smile at him, to comfort him.

"That's cool.. yeah, sure. I'll tell him just that" he says getting up, but stops "You've always been like a sister to me, Y/n. Thank you"

"Thank you, Dusty" I smile at him, my eyes watering again, for a different reason now.

We arrive in this open field and everyone get immediately to work.

Dustin and Eddie are tasked in making shields, Erica and Lucas in making spears, Max helps Nancy with her shotgun, Robin and I making "bombs" and Steve... well he's in the camper, not sure what he's doing.

"Hey, do you remember when I told you... you know... that?" Robin asks me.

"Of course I do" I reply, filling on bottle.

"I was crying my eyes out, like crazy. Steve didn't have a shift that day and I saw Susan Gillian with her boyfriend so I just hid in the back" she starts.

"Yeah, I enter Family Videos and Keith told me you were in the back. God... I was so scared when I found you crying like that" I laugh.

"Yeah" she laughs too.

"And then it was something so... normal" I smile at her as she put the bottle down.

"You never left, though, not until I stopped crying. Then I did what I always do, rambling and rambling and finally told you what was wrong." She sigh, smiling at the memory.

"Well, you thought you were made wrong... I had to change that, I had to be sure you knew how great you are" I tell her simply.

"Yeah, to stop me from crying you told me... shit, what did you tell me? Yeah! 'So what? Steve likes girls too, and that's definitely not what makes him a mess' "she recites.

"Oh and here I thought you saw me as perfect" Steve comes out from the vehicle, sitting beside me.

"Never did. Not once" I reply, not looking at him.

"I'm sorry... Y/n. I got worried, I... when I saw them, caging you like that, that look on your face... I.." he immediately apologises.

"I know Steve.. I know. I guess I didn't like you using your mommy tone with me when we left the War Zone." I tell him.

"I'm sorry, honey. I really am" he tell me sincerely.

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to snap like that.. to everyone"

"No, no you were right.. I shouldn't treat you like a child, you saved my ass so many time I can't even count them" he chuckles and Robin and I do the same.

"I'm glad you guys are, like, friends again. It would've killed me, having to choose between you two" Robin says, relieved.

"No it wouldn't" Steve says, defeated "you would've chosen her."

"Of course, she would've"

"Oh definitely. She's my spiritual girlfriend" Robin agrees with a laugh.

Our attention shifts to Dustin and Eddie playing fight.

"Uh..." Steve starts "should we stop them?" He jokingly asks.

"Jealous Steve? Afraid Dustin likes him more?" Robin teases.

"Not at all" Steve answers, but he doesn't convince us and Robin and I share a sceptical look. "Why don't you.. go make sure they don't kill each other too soon. Me and Robin got this"

"Oh god, fine, mommy" I laugh standing up.

"Don't call me that. Daddy, at least" he suggests.

"Yeah.. you wish" I say walking towards Dustin and Eddie.

As I near I hear Eddie asking Dustin something.

"Never change, Dustin Henderson. Promise me?"

"Wasn't planning on it" Dustin answers.

"You better not" I say as I get closer, catching their attention.

"M'lady" Eddie greets with a theatrical bow of his head.

"How are the shields going?" I ask.

"Great!" Dustin answers.

"Ooh good." I walk to stand beside him, wrapping an arm around him. "I was sent here to make sure you two won't kill each other"

"Steve sent you here?" Dustin asks and I nod "he's just jealous"

"Oh definitely" I grin.

"Oh c'mon, he literally worship him. Harrington can't be jealous" Eddie says.

"You'd be surprised" I laugh.

After a moment Dustin looks between me and Eddie with his usual suspicious and teasing look.

"You guys... have something to tell me?" Dustin asks with a grin.

"Mmh, no" I say, pretending I don't know what he's hinting about.

"Yeah, man, what are you talking about?" Eddie asks, following my lead.

"Mh" Dustin looks at us suspiciously "you guys are hiding something"

"And what, oh Bard, are we hiding?" I ask.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, mighty Queen" he replies with a small bow.

"Mmh... nope" I laugh and Eddie does too.

"What do you say, Henderson?" Eddie speaks "after this is over should we get her to join Hellfire?"

"Definitely. After this, Y/n, I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice" Dustin giggles.

"I'll think about it" I say.

"Oh no, no, m'lady. You don't have a say in this" Eddie chuckles.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll see about that" I wink at him.

"Oh god... I swear, you guys, if I'm not the first one to know about this, you're screwed" Dustin warns.

"Oh yeah?" I raise both eyebrows surprised.

Then I look at Eddie with a mischievous smile, hinting at Dustin and he nod understanding me.

Eddie quickly moves to grab both of Dustin's arms from behind so I can tickle him.

"Hey! I sent you there to watch them not to join them?" I hear Steve voice.

"Sorry!" I scream back.

"No you're not" he replies, I see him smiling though.

Sometimes I hope these moments of "normality" before the fight never end. It's like we live it in full mode because we don't know what's gonna happen. We never knew if we had a chance of surviving, but we did... yet this time... feels different. This time I'll enjoy each moment as best as I could.

We all try to, while we prepare everything.

But now it's time to go, so we get into the camper and in silence we drive.

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