#both disposed of when they go where they shouldn't

[roach-works]

ok im waffling on about fallout instead of having breakfast but i saw a criticism of how the prisoners were treated that's stuck with me.

spoilers!

so i think the criticism wasn't incorrect, per se: it condemned the way the show portrayed the vault dweller's naive intention to rehabilitate their murderous captives. it found fault with a common, and horrible, message that tv shows like to say, which is that carcerial violence and even the death penalty is the only effective way to deal with criminals, who are a fundamentally Bad category of human. im sick of that message too! but i think that wasn't what was going on here, actually.

so like, the vault dwellers had only ever experienced violent loss the once, and didn't really know how to cope other than denial and repression of the ordeal. but they were all hopeful and enthusiastic that their prisoners, the invaders that came to kill them all and take their stuff, could be eventually welcomed into the community as their comrades. the champions of this cause were nebbishy dorks and painfully out of touch academics. this is pretty normal for how prison reformers are portrayed, if extremely fucking annoying for those of us who ARE in favor of prison reform.

but so of course when the son of the former overseer, Norm, speaks up and suggests killing the prisoners, because why should they share resources with invaders who explicitly wanted to keep hurting them? why should they show mercy to their attackers? everyone is appalled by this suggestion. because they had to reinvent the whole concept of vengeance right then and there, because grudges and cycles of violence are anathema to a bottle society like theirs. they have been raised all their lives to forgive and forget and now, put to the test, they're recommitting to this ethos: get along, let the past go, look towards the future, believe the best of everyone.

but the prisoners die, anyway. the prisoners are killed with rat poison. and the thing is that Norm who suggested it didn't do it himself. and the prison guard who's blamed for it, even though she privately agreed with Norm that the prisoners are dangerous and unforgiveable, she didn't do it either. it's not a moment of triumphant, cathartic vengeance and it doesn't prove that there's no way to negotiate with terrorists and invaders but kill them like vermin because that's not what the message is meant to be.

the message is that norm stands there in the middle of these inconvenient prisoners, these corpses dressed in his own people's uniforms, and he looks at the new overseer. and he knows that she killed them, and she knows that he knows. she wanted him to know. this is her message and he's reading her loud and clear. and he doesn't look like a guy who's just been backed up by authority, who's just been validated in his desire for the ultimate control over those who have wronged him.

he's scared and pale and the music is ominous as fuck. and he's inside the cell, he's directly in the middle of it.

because what just happened is that he realized his entire society is being held prisoner, and the overseer is the one with the rat poison. and that he doesn't know, anymore, what freedom and safety and justice actually mean, just that he doesn't have them and he doesn't know where to find them.

that's what that scene meant. not that rehabilitative justice is a pathetic delusion of people who have no idea how to make hard choices.

but that before you advocate for killing prisoners, you might want to see how big that prison is, first.

and which side of the bars you're standing on.

#fallout #look i went NUTS over the prison scene #it's gonna live in my brain for a good long while #RATS ARE A BIG THEME IN THIS SHOW #the rats that are vermin and the rats that are lab subject #both disposable #both struggling so hard to survive #both in pain and wondering what's going on and why is life so hard #both disposed of when they go where they shouldn't

[wandabear]

EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY [CH 4] - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Summary:   Y/N proposes to Wanda and she says… no. That’s when things get complicated, too much.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader | Natasha Romanoff x oc

ㅤㅤㅤ    CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO  CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX - finale

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Warning:  Somewhat graphic MCU violence, ANGST and FLUFF. As you know me: Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. This mcu style is my own, Natasha Romanoff will not die here. You're warned. She deserves to be happy.

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Songs you've need to listen reading this:

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The Great War Fade into you - Mash up ㅤㅤㅤ   

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCHAPTER FOUR ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPART I: THE GREAT WAR

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“Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff are in violation of the Sokovia Accords. They assaulted the king of Wakanda and now they're helping two of the most dangerous fugitives, Y/N Y/L/N and Julia Hale. Make an example out of them.” General Ross ordered his soldiers, who after taking courage entered the building surrounding it.

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It wasn’t an easy mission to find themselves against three enhanced and the fucking Black Widow.

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Ross's phone started ringing a few seconds later, unaware that a certain redhead was watching him through the cameras around the place.

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“Yeah?”

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“Don't do this.” Natasha left the phone on speaker and looked at herself in the mirror.  “Come after me... I mean, you're embarrassing yourself. It looks desperate.”

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“Thought maybe you'd be calling me to cut a deal. 'Cause from my vantage point, it's the federal fugitive who's desperate.” Ross's voice showed how proud he felt, he had captured the elusive Black Widow.

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Natasha sighed, changing her blouse for a nice grey hoodie. “From my vantage point, you look like you could use some bed rest. What is this, your second triple bypass? You look like shit.”

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“I wouldn't worry about me.” Ross scoffed. “We got your sister, she's fiery! We got Barton, we got the Bishop girl, Sam Wilson...”

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Natasha clenched her jaw when she heard her sister's name, he knew how to press those weak points. Or at least try.

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“Everyone will recognize you all, Rogers is on the run too. You got no friends. Where you gonna go?”

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“I've lived a lot of lives before I met you, Ross.” Nat smiled and took her phone. “You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble. I'm done.”

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She ended the call and left that bathroom. As she walked to the bow of that boat, Ross right now was breaking into a long ago abandoned apartment.

Nat played him a trick again, he took the bite perfectly.

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“All good?” Y/N asked as she watched the redhead approach breaking that disposable phone.

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“The asshole swallowed it all.” Natasha threw the phone into the water. There was no one but them and some people sleeping, it was barely five in the morning.

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The breeze and the mist from the Norwegian fjords in front of them showed them one of the most beautiful landscapes they had ever seen.

Y/N handed her a cup of coffee and they both shared a moment together while Wanda and Jules rested before they reached Sæbø.

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“Perfect. Now we just... let's try to keep up.” Y/N sighed and looked around.  Sæbø was a fairly quiet town, and living on the outskirts would give them a great advantage in staying unnoticed.

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“We need to draw less attention.” Nat licked her lips and leaned against the ship's rail, watching that beautiful place. “I never came to Norway, you know?”

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"It's beautiful." The brunette smiled. “Thank you for doing this, you didn't have to. You could have stayed on Stark's side, you know he would have supported you."

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“I know.” Nat sighed and turned to see her friend. “But I wouldn't leave my friends behind, Yelena wouldn't forgive me either.”

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Just remembering her sister and the conditions in which they surely kept her broke everything inside the spy.

Nat struggled a lot to find Yelena again and gain her trust, leaving her on the raft for a while longer was painful but necessary.

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“We can do this, and soon we will rescue Yelena. We just need time to put together everything we need.” Y/N placed her hand on the redhead's shoulder. Nat's teary green eyes broke her heart.

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“You promise me?”

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“I swear, Nat. We'll go get her.”

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“We've got a generator outside. It's petrol-powered. And the septic tank will need a flush in a couple of weeks, but, you know, I've got a guy coming for that.” Richard got out of that trailer and turned to see Nat, who was perched against the door smirking. “You okay? I hear things. You know, something about the Avengers getting divorced...”

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“Ugh. It's fine.” Natasha shrugged.  “I'm actually better on my own.”

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The man arched an eyebrow, at least she was still looking really hot like always. “Are you sure?”

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“Because you can tell me, you know.” Richard smiled flirtatiously at her. “That's the way the whole friends thing works.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I know. I have friends.” Nat smiled and nodded toward the girls arriving at the trailer.  “They’re there… and I don't pay you to worry.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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At that time, Y/N parked the small Lada Niva jeep in front of the campsite. They all started to unload all the supplies they had brought from three markets in the town. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N wore her hair in two braids, a huge plaid shirt and a cute beanie. Jules now had a wild ‘bisexual-bob’ cut with a few streaks of blonde, quite different from her typical dark hair. Wanda was the one who had made the makeover and according to the girls: she did an excellent job. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ And Wanda kept her brown hair but with bangs, making her look adorable and different. No one had recognized them until now, and if they did, they just smiled kindly and kept the secret to support them. They saved the world so many times, people saw that and cared for them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Did you get rejected again?” Y/N joked at Richard and he just shrugged. Wanda smiled - she knew Richard didn't stand a chance with Nat- and Jules just rolled her eyes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “She is hard to catch.” Richard got in his car and drove off. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The three arrived at the first trailer, while the other was a little further away, near the river. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Richard stopped by for some smooch or what?” Y/N joked, but Natasha just completely ignored it. Wanda just said a soft 'ew'. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Very funny… but seriously speaking, it's all done.” Nat showed them all the place, both trailers had a cozy bedroom, a bathroom, a nice sofa and TV, as well as a small kitchen. Everything was pretty cozy and good. “The idea would be that we live two in each trailers.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ They all agreed. Wanda walked through the trailer snooping around the kitchen area and the bedroom. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “The story, if the police come close - which I highly doubt - is that we are Aussies backpacking the world.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“It sounds pretty good.” Y/N nodded. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Looks good.” Wanda added. “Better than that small room in Budapest.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Good. Here are some important items, passports, weapons, some personal stuff you may need.” Nat took two of the bags and gave one to Y/N. “Wanda you coming with me, Jules and Y/N together.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N raised a brow. “That doesn’t sound safe, if they find us, you’re two Avengers with their faces on the magazines. They would recognize you instantly.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Y/N and me, you and Jules.” Wanda tried, trying to hide her intentions to spend more time with Y/N.

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They all looked at each other and then nodded, it didn't sound so bad.

“All that bloodshed, crimson clover. Uh huh, sweet dream was over. My hand was the one you reached for… All throughout the Great War...” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Her friend's voice made Y/N  smile, Jules had a beautiful voice, so deep and so beautiful that she could send chills down your spine when she sang. Though she didn't do it much. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Come on, you can do it.” The currently blonde cheered her up. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The brunette closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and tried to think of some nice memory. Losing herself in that melancholic sensation and not letting be carried away by sadness, Y/N raised her hand and felt how the breeze hit her face. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The leaves of the trees on the ground began to swirl around them, nothing violent, like a slow dance. In perfect sync. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N smiled when she noticed how the leaves danced, some clouds formed over them but the inhuman dissipated them carefully. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “How does it feel?” Jules asked. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“It’s… it’s different. I feel everything, it’s like… when I’m angry the thunder-clouds talk to me, they beg me to let them rain. The power of the storm flows through my veins, my mind, it's part of me.” Y/N shrugged, few seconds later everything calmed down and the leaves fell to the ground. “That was good, right?”

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“Good? It was amazing! You are improving a lot... I’m proud of you!” Jules smiled proudly but couldn't help feeling a little sad, which her friend noticed.

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“You okay?” Y/N approached her.

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“I’m just… I used to be an agent, you know? I was good at it.” Jules swallowed, lowering her gaze somewhat sadly.  “Now I'm afraid of... of not knowing what I am.”

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Feeling that you are different and starting to know yourself was something incredible, scary but incredible. But what happens when you don't know what you are? Or rather: what you can do.

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“What happens if I explode? What happens if... something catches fire because of me? What would happen if...? I don't know.” Jules panicked but Y/N rushed to hug her. “What if I hurt you all? Maybe I should go, be alone...”

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“That will not happen, everything will be fine. You won't hurt us, okay?” Y/N smiled tenderly and took her hand, squeezing it gently.  “Soon you’ll know, when it is time, we will discover it together…”

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Jules didn't say anything, just seemed lost in fear and thoughts.

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“You with me?”

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“All the way.” The blonde smiled.

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Y/N nodded and took her arm so they could walk together down that path in the woods, coming back to the trailers.

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“So… You haven't talked to Wanda?” Jules smiles mischievously, biting her bottom lip.

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“Jules…”

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“I don’t know how to do it.” Y/N sighed, she felt too lost and confused. It was so much easier when Wanda was acting like a jerk, it made 'ignoring' her so much easier. “She wants to try or something, I don't know. Last time she told me that she was very sorry for everything she did.”

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The blonde sighed and shrugged.  “Maybe…you should give it to her.”

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“You think so?” Y/N couldn't believe it, she had to stop to see her friend face to face. “You're the one who was mad at her the most. You wanted to kick her as soon as you found out.”

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“Well we all have our moments, don't we? Forgive and forget and all that shit.” Jules rolled her eyes.  “Besides, I heard how every day she came to talk to you while we were locked up… Y/N, she loves you and she’s sorry.”

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“But-”

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“And you know what?” Jules stopped, being serious this time. What she wanted most in the world was for her best friend and sister to be happy. “We’re running across the world, as if we were the worst criminals on this planet. Don't you think you deserve a little rest? We can end up locked up in the middle of the ocean, it's time for you to live. Be with her.”

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“I’m scared.” Y/N shrugged and put her hands in the pockets of the hoodie. “What if she hurts me again? What if she walks away again and broke me again with her absence?”

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“What if it doesn't happen?” Jules arched an eyebrow, winning this battle.

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Y/N sighed in defeat. “Maybe…”

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“Besides that a little sex wouldn't hurt.”  Jules teased and they both started walking, reaching the campsite soon.

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“Shut up.” Y/N giggled and pushed her.

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“Go, talk to her… she was in our trailer doing some stuff when I left. Meanwhile, I'll go to... to town to buy something, or the river. Just try not to blow the roof off my trailer when you reach an orgasm.” Jules teased one more time and moved away from her, patting Y/N’s shoulder.

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“Now?” Y/N panicked when she saw the trailer door open and heard how Wanda hummed a beautiful lullaby.

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“Now it sounds on time.” Jules turned to see her but kept walking backwards.  “Remember that we do not have much life expectancy in this job.”

Y/N entered the trailer and watched as the brunette was humming and cooking something. She couldn't help but smile.

ㅤㅤㅤ “Hey, Wands.” ㅤㅤㅤ Wanda turned around quickly when she heard her, smiling as soon as she saw Y/N. That day got so much better. ㅤㅤㅤ “Hi! You came back, I thought you both got lost in the woods.” Wanda joked while drying her hands. Apparently she was baking some bread.

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Y/N laughed. “We just went for a walk for a while, to clear our minds.”

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“That sounds good, sometimes it's necessary when this is… too much...” Wanda sighed, looking around her.ㅤㅤㅤ

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“Today I was able to move the treetops a bit. Very slowly, without causing any trouble. No thunderstorms, no tornadoes, no hail. Just everything under control.” For the first time, she was glad to have some kind of control over her powers. It felt so good, she felt happy.

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 “Really?” Wanda smiled widely.  “Wow, Y/N, that’s so good.”

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“Thank you.” Y/N blushed and keep their hands in their pockets. Hoped Wanda wouldn't be able to hear her heart pound with her being so close.

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“At least this time I didn't make it rain when I'm feeling a little sad.” Y/N joked but recalled one of their most interesting moments there. “That would draw too much attention to us again, especially when the forecast says it will be just cloudy all week.”

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Wanda giggled. “Yeah, I'm sure Ross must have a whole team googling ‘weird weather stuff’ around the world.”

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“Maybe I should even be guilty of global warming!I bet you he'll tell that to the President!”

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They both laughed and it felt so warm, so good and familiar. They could finally share a personal moment together after so much.

Y/N stayed for a moment watching as Wanda cut some vegetables and dropped them into the pot, stirring it slowly. Making a delicious sauce for spaghetti.

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“I like how the bangs looks on you. It takes my breath away.” Y/N sighed. Wanda looked up quickly, the hope inside growing exponentially upon hearing that.

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“Do you think so?” Those hopeful green eyes sparkled.ㅤ

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“I love it, and your brown hair is... lovely.”  Y/N walked over to her and stood by her side, tucking a strand of hair behind the ear.

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“Thank you.” The sokovian murmured, biting her lower lip. “I like how you look too.”

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“I did nothing.” Y/N looked at herself.

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“I know.”

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They both looked at each other without saying anything, just the exquisite tension that they missed so much.

Since they had been together, everything was so beautiful and different. So exciting and romantic enough to scare Wanda away completely and to hurt Y/N and keep distance from her.

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 “Wanda?” Y/N whispered.

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Wanda swallowed, without breaking the connection between their gazes.  “Yes, detka?”

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“I missed you.”

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Wanda smiled tenderly and happily.  “I missed you too.”

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“You hurted me so bad.”

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Well, that had been as long as she could take. Wanda felt she couldn't climb too high as she was soon plummeting back down.

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“I know.” Wanda looked down.

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“No, no like that.” Y/N pursed her lips, it was time to drop everything once and for all to heal. “You said I wasn't THAT person you saw a future with, you didn't even know you'd be with me that long.”

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“I've said a lot of things, I know that! I was so scared, Y/N.” The brunette hugged herself. “You have no idea how scared it was to love you that way and... to feel that you loved me as much or more than I loved you. Cause I love you, so much you can't even imagine. But I felt… I felt small and scared of losing everything, that it was more than what I deserve. I was afraid that I wouldn't be enough for you, that I didn’t deserve you.”

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“We know that. And I forgive you...” Y/N sighed, she settled next to the redhead. “But if we want to move forward, we have to let go of everything that hurts us.”

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“Move forward…?” Wanda looked at her without understanding, and without wanting to get too excited for nothing.

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“I'm sorry I asked you to marry me, maybe it was too soon.”

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“No! No… It wasn't... I was just afraid, I lost everything, my family, my country, and then I have you and... I was terrified of losing you. Watching you die like everyone around me.”

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Y/N took her hand to gently caress Wanda's cheek. “You won't lose me.”

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Wanda blinked in disbelief, this was what she expected. “Is… Is this a… are we?”

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“I don’t know yet…” The taller woman narrowed her eyes playfully. “Let's go slowly, if that's alright with you.”

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Y/N was encouraged to go further and hugged Wanda’s waist who, instantly upon feeling her touch, clung to her. It didn't take long for them to kiss again, to join once more in a caress that they had been waiting for so long.

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Wanda was lost in Y/N's soft lips, in that familiar and pleasant warmth. Her belly was so warm, screaming that she was completely in love with Y/N.

There was no case, no matter how long she refused to accept it, she was in love. Wanda Maximoff is in love.

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“How about we... have a date.” She sighed once they broke away from the kiss, smiling so excited.

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Y/N chuckled, she didn’t allow herself to let go of her waist. “Oh, Wands... I think we've been through more than one date, don't you?”

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“I know, but... now we're getting to know each other again, and everything has changed so much.” Wanda took courage, defeating all the nerves she felt. “Would you come on a date with me?”

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Waiting for a while, enjoying that, Y/N nodded before pecking those lips.  “Of course.”

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And while they tried to make their first date special, it didn't take long for them to end up in the huge bed in Wanda's room. Naked bodies finding each other under the soft sheets.

Y/N's lips ran down the back of her beloved, so slowly, little by little, discovering her once again. Making each other their own, complementing each other perfectly.

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The smiles were not lacking, the words of love and eternal promises. Wanda kissed Y/N’s hand when they intertwined their fingers, after making love all night.

Of course this was going to work, this time, nothing was going to stop them.

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“We still have to go on a second date, okay?” Y/N laughed when Wanda bit her naked shoulder and kept kissing her arm and chest.

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“All the dates you want… as long as they don't find out about us.”

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“Do you know something? Maybe I’m selfish but… I like this moment, together. Just us.” Wanda snuggled up against her girlfriend. “Without a huge noisy city and problems to solve like Avengers…. Is that selfish?”

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“No, it’s not, my love. And if it was…”  She took a moment to admire her body.  “It's not bad to be selfish sometimes, you know? It makes us human.

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“Sorry, I had to go inside because it's late and so fucking cold outside.” Jules got into the trailer trying to warm her hands, rubbing them together.  “In my trailer there are two lovebirds loving each other non-stop.”

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Natasha -who was eating something on the sofa in front of the tv- looked at her in confusion, not sure if it was because of what she said or because Jules had walked in.

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“Oh.” Nat nodded. “I'm glad they fixed it.”

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“Yeah.” Jules walked over and sat in one of the chairs, taking off her coat. The place was much warmer than outside. Natasha took one of her beer bottles and held it out to her.   “Oh, you watching Bond? Nice.”

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“Yep.” Nat didn't take her eyes off the TV, lost in the dialogues she knew by heart.

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“Moonraker? Do you like Moonraker?” Jules smiled curiously, but Natasha quickly turned a bit annoyed.

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“Yeah, why? Will you also tell me that it is crap and that others are better?” The redhead raised an eyebrow.

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“No, I like it too. Besides to 'The spy who loved me'.” Jules shrugged and settled back to keep watching the movie, not realizing that the russian's gaze was still on her. “I didn't know you liked James Bond movies, guess it's something between spies...”

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 “Kinda.” Natasha's serious face softened, perhaps she was too tough at times to let anyone else into her life. Yelena did it since they were kids, but Clint had given her the chance to be friends, something impossible for her.

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When she joined the Avengers, her heart opened up a little more to that complex 'family'. But after that, she hadn't allowed herself to love or accept anyone else.

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‘You're not a sportsman, Mr. Bond. Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python?’

‘Because I discovered he had a crush on me.’

‘Moonraker 1 on preset launch program...’

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“I like how your hair looks on you.” The redhead said without further ado, almost like a whisper. She remembered the time where Jules and Y/N had been locked up, how guilt devoured painfully her all those weeks.

Natasha had broken many hearts in her life, but she had never been so sorry for one of them before.

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“Yeah, imagine if I were bald!” Jules teased.

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“No, I mean it. The blonde…”  She swallowed, leaving a small door open in that gesture. And Jules took it, putting the film aside for a moment to watch Nat. ㅤㅤㅤ “Thank you.”

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Green and light brown met. Again, this one looks different.

It wasn't at a Stark party where flirting was normal, or somewhere in hiding to make out and then pretend nothing happened.

This was sharing.

ㅤㅤㅤ “What's that? jam?” Jules took that little jar and spoon from Nat’s hand, taking a good taste of that delicious jelly or whatever she thought it was. It was so salty, clearly it wasn't jam, Jules made a disgusted face and dropped the jar in the trash.  “Natasha, what the fuck?”

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“Hey!” Nat complained, looking at the trash can.  “That’s a good caviar!”

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“Jeez, couldn't you buy some chips or something?” She tried to wipe the taste from her mouth and wrinkled her nose. “Ugh…”

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“No, because I thought I was going to watch my fucking movie alone. Eating my caviar.” Natasha huffed. “And don't pretend, you know it didn't taste so bad.”

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“Y/N always buy chips.” Jules whispered mischievously, noticing how Nat turned to see her somewhat interested in that information. “And I don't think she'll come back, right?”

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Natasha smirked. “I don't think so.”

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Jules chuckled and got up to grab some chips from Y/N's cabinet. She tossed one to Nat who quickly caught it. Both were lost in the movie for a while until one of the two broke the silence.

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Nat whispered. “I know we haven't talked much since you… you know.”

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“Since I called you heartless bitch?”  The blonde muttered as she ate some nachos.

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Nat smiled a little amused.  “In fact you called me ‘The bitch with a selective heart’.”

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“Oh, yeah, I remember.” Jules smiled proudly, taking a sip of the beer.

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“You and I were never able to talk about everything that happened, Julia.” The spy knew the effect it had when she called her by that name.

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“One, don’t call me Julia. Two, kind of hard when you spend time locked in a rock and then run around hiding from some governments.” The brown-eyed woman teased but never took her eyes off the tv.

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“You loved me.” Nat finally said, swallowing, saying it out loud was very different. “That night you said that you loved me.”

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“It's in the past.” Jules avoided looking at her, opening another bag of chips.

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The russian tilted her head.  “Is it?”

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“What do you want me to say, Natasha?” Jules snapped, staring at her now. “That I HAD feelings for you? That I cried like a fucking teenager and that turns my stomach just remembering it? Want me to say that I fall in love with you?  That I loved you?”

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Jules let out a sad giggle.

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“Yeah, I did. I never felt so humiliated when you slept with another agent after that.” Jules stared into Natasha's green eyes, losing herself in them but not in the same way as before.  “and every time I remember… Every time I remember what I told you, and how you humiliated me for that, makes me want to hit myself so bad.”

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“I’m sorry.” Natasha genuinely apologized, feeling so much guilt inside. She didn't understand what was the desire to cry that she felt lately, a loneliness that she appreciated before and now drowned her. “I know I was harsh…”

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“That wasn’t being harsh, that was being an asshole. Punishing me in front of my teammates to make a point.” Jules swallowed, feeling the bitterness.

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“I wasn't ready. I was taught that love is for children.”

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The blonde sighed and shook her head, completely defeated.  “Well, there's no point in debating that anymore, is there, honey?”

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Those words made Nat swallow, what was that feeling of sadness? Rejection perhaps?

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“We are no longer the same.” Jules drank some beer before keep going, licking her lips. “We're two... ex-agents on the run. Besides that now I am a freak with powers that I still don't know, and I don't know how to control.”

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Nat watched her with tenderness and perhaps some concern. “You’re not a freak.”

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“Anyway...” Jules sighed. “At least I can say that I fell in love once. And with the amazing ‘Black Widow’, at least I won't be the only one.”

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The girl smiled and brought her beer closer to clink it against Nat's.

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“I don't feel very amazing right now.” Natasha bit her bottom lip.

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Jules saw a certain sadness in those green eyes, knew instantly what she meant.  “It's not your fault. We'll go get Yelena and everybody, soon.”

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She took the spy's hand and squeezed it. ㅤㅤㅤ

“We just have to wait to get everything, the Quinjet and... we can go, I know.”

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They both smiled tenderly, it was time to support each other.

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“Why did you stop loving me?”

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Jules dropped her head back on the sofa, here we go again. “There's no point in talking about it, Romanoff.”

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“Maybe I do want to talk about it now.”

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“Oh, now is a good time to talk about it?” Jules perhaps said something sarcastic and harsh, but hearing herself that way made her feel bad, she sighed and tried to calm down.  “It's pointless now, Nat.”

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“Why not?”

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“Because there's no point in loving someone who can't love you.”

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“Because I'm a heartless bitch, right?”

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“No, because I'm not enough for you!” Jules exploded and then got up from the couch. “I am not enough and I never will be, you told me that. And I don't understand why you make me relive it now! Again!”

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Natasha looked at her worriedly, noticing the girl's eyes fill with tears.

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“I'm fine, trying to move on. Maybe one day I'll meet a pretty girl, I don't know, who loves me as I am and for what I am. And I will stop being in love with an impossible crush like you.” She inhaled deeply trying not to cry this time. “We can be friends.”

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Natasha frowned and stood up to face her.  “I don't want that.”

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“Okay, teammates at least.”

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Nat was a little nervous for not knowing how to express herself.  “No, I don’t mean that. I mean, I want to be something else.”

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Jules frowned, trying to see the catch.  “Why now?”

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“Why not?”

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“Is it because I'm your only option since we're running away?” ㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha chuckled wryly.  “Do you think that would stop me? I lived as a spy, I had many lives before I was Natasha Romanoff."

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“Oh cool, the woman of many lives.” Jules rolled her eyes.

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“You've been spellbound with me for months, looking for an opportunity. You have it now, why don't you want it?” Nat couldn't understand what had changed in Jules’s heart this time.  “Why don’t you want me?”

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“Because I'm better than this.” Jules said those words as if trying to believe it for the first time in her life.  “I'm better than ‘something to settle for and that's it’.”

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“But I like you.”

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She sighed. “I know, Nat, we fucked many times.”

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“No, you moron.” Nat smiled and shook her head. “I think I'm falling in love with you, for a long time.”

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"And I don't know how to do it, I was never in love. I've always been in control of myself and my feelings, and now… I don't know how to do it when you're here."

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Those words made Natasha sigh deeply, finally releasing one of the most powerful sentences of her life. And it felt good, pretty good. Finally.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Unlike Jules, who looked like a huge bucket of cold water had been dropped on her. Completely shocked.

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“Oh no.” The blonde mumbled. “Really?”

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“Aren't you happy with that? I thought you would be.” Natasha frowned in amusement, stretching out her hand to take the girl's and they both sat down on the sofa again, sharing the blanket.

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“I know, it's just… I-I never thought that would happen.” Jules swallowed, feeling her heart start beating faster than ever. “What are we going to do?”

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“We can go slow too.” Natasha offered, trying to look sure and confident, but inside her an endless number of flying things stirring anxiously. It felt so strange and charming for the first time.

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“We can watch the movie.” Jules said barely, with a small smile on her lips and a special sparkle in her eyes.

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“We can do that.” Nat smiled one more time.

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They both stayed together, watching the movie. Without realizing it, Jules laid her head on the redhead's shoulder and everything felt good, for both of them.

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Both hearts beat fast, this time not because of sex but because of the closeness. And without realizing it, around that place some beautiful daisies grew quickly, under the moonlight. Something magic.

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But unlike the other two, going slow was not the idea at all. Since that night, Wanda and Y/N hadn’t separated again.

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Of course, although Y/N spent a lot of time in Wanda's trailer, sometimes Jules kicked her out so she could rest one night on her own bed.

After sharing a delicious stew and a last dinner in that place they considered their home for a while, they were ready to move on with their plans.

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In the distance, over the mountains, one of the most beautiful northern lights could be seen. An incredibly unique event.

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“What do we have?” Nat asked as she drank some of her beer, the four of them were around a nice bonfire under the moonlight.

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“Underwater prison, prisoners have no contact with the outside world, and they never return to it.” Y/N stroked the bridge of her nose.  “I spoke with a former S.H.I.E.L.D. The place is guarded by US Marshasls. It's not impossible but not easy either.”

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“That place is for maniacs, it's a place for…” Natasha seemed quite worried.

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“Criminals.” Wanda finished the sentence, looking at the fire. The reflection from the campfire making her eyes look even more beautiful.

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“Our source said that Clint and Ant-dude made a deal, as long as they both retire.” Jules took a sip of the beer.

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Natasha nodded, at least Clint was safe. He had a family, he couldn't lose everything.

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“Steve will join us in Dublin.” Nat watched the three of them, handing them new long range earpieces. “You'll take out the Marshall's while we entertain Ross with a show of 'Rogers gives himself up'.”

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“And then?” Wanda asked what everyone was thinking at that moment. “After that, what are we going to do?

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“Flee, possibly continue to live as nomads.” Y/N grimaced, pushing some wood towards the fire.  “They will come back to look for us, maybe more than before.”

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“So…” Jules sighed and raised her beer, toasting. “Let's get them out of there.”

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“To them.”

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"To family."

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They all toasted their friends and enjoyed that drink of beer. It was their last night there, and they had to be strong because the next day, everything was going to change. Forever.

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And things changed, quite a lot. Together with Steve, they all managed to get all their friends out of the Raft alive.

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They began to live as nomads, from one place to another without finding a home. By carrying out the missions and taking care of things that the governments didn't do, they took justice into their own hands.

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Because even though S.H.I.E.L.D fell and the Avengers were done, it didn't mean the cause was lost.

Things with Wanda improved a lot, although sometimes being together was difficult when you were hiding. Romantic getaways are rare, but at least they were together.

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For example, the time they visited Rome momentarily, they took the opportunity to escape together.

Wanda took advantage of every moment to make Y/N fall in love again, even though Y/N was afraid. And Y/N took advantage to make each moment unique. Also that sex was so much more interesting when you are one of the most wanted women in the world.

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Y/N was controlling her powers so much better, understanding them more instead of repressing them. Wanda taught her a lot about it, reminding that fear was only going to make everything worse.

ㅤㅤㅤ When the day was sunny, she felt an enormous peace and a warmth that filled her with vigor.

When the day was rainy, she would rejoiced into the comfort and happiness. Feeling how the rain wrapped her in a fresh embrace, renewing her.

When there was a storm, she felt her blood pumping hard and her heart pounding fast. Feeling this unique adrenaline rush, Y/N felt complete and powerful. Lightning streaking across the sky, thunder making the earth tremble.

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A wide smile formed on her lips. She felt complete.

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And Wanda felt enormous happiness to see Y/N accept and understand herself.

Since she left Y/N that time, Wanda hadn't been the same, but now that they given themselves a chance together, Wanda felt like she was living again. A new opportunity that she wasn’t going to waste, ever again.

And they all saw it, they all saw again how in love they were. Not just Y/N this time, both.

Until one night, everything drastically changed. New York had been attacked again, and Earth just lost her best defenders.

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Wanda and Y/N were on a little romantic getaway on Scotland when they found out about this, while Natasha, Steve, Jules, and Sam watched the whole thing on tv.

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Without hesitation, they all jumped into the quinjet as fast as they could to head to the Compound, where they were greeted by James Rhodes and Bruce Banner.

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“The world's on fire.” Those were the exact words of Y/N when she saw the videos on the screens, over and over again. The attack on New York, the day Tony and Spider-man were gone.

Thanos's ships were outside the stratosphere awaiting orders.

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She reached for Wanda's hand to intertwine their fingers, sharing the same look of concern. This could be the end of everything, but they would be together until the end. ㅤㅤㅤ

“We can do this.” Wanda whispered and leaned her head on Y/N's shoulder, as they waited for the Quinjet to land in wakanda. If a battle did take place, it would be ideal to do it where they  the local advantage.

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“We can do this.” Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath.

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“I love you, detka... This is forever.” ㅤㅤㅤ

“I love you, Wands.”

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"When we get back… do you think…" Wanda bit her lower lip, a little nervous. “Do you think we could do…?”

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Y/N frowned blankly. “What?”

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“Marry me.”

ㅤㅤㅤ That left Y/N speechless, she tried to search Wanda's gaze for some sign that it was a joke or that it was just part of the despair of the moment, but she could only see love on her girlfriend's look. Just that, just love. Right time, the right place.

ㅤㅤㅤ “Wands…”

ㅤㅤㅤ "Please, detka." Wanda sighed, wishing with all her heart that Y/N would say yes. "Marry me."

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The sokovian took her girlfriend's hand. “This time is different… Y/N, I can't see a life without you. Let's get married."

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Y/N just stays silent for a moment, looking at her. And a smile begins to slowly appear on her lips.

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“Yeah.”

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Wanda smiled feeling the tears forming in her eyes. "Is it a yes?"

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“It’s a hell yeah! Let's get married, girl.”

ㅤㅤㅤ They both giggled and hugged each other tightly, before sealing that pact with a deep, passionate and needy kiss of love. Now all they need to do was survive the great war. ㅤㅤㅤ

Meanwhile, in the control cabin of the quinjet were those two women about to land in Wakanda, they only needed the coordinates that Steve was giving them and they would go through the shield that protected that sacred place. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Always remember we’re burned for better. I vowed I would always be yours… If we survived the Great War.” Jules sang to herself, remembering that beautiful song.

ㅤㅤㅤ Nat cocked her head to look at her with tenderness.  “Jules?”

ㅤㅤㅤ “Yeah?”

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Of endless words that she wanted to say, after being together for some time, the spy just tried her best:  “You’re a good co-pilot.”

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Jules chuckled, pressing a few buttons on the panel.

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“Thanks, I worked my ass off on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy just to hear that.” The blonde joked, while making sure everything was alright. She turned to see Nat for a moment. “You okay?”

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“t's funny...” Nat cleared her throat. “My whole life, I didn't think I had any family. Turns out I got two, so... one of them's a bit of a mess right now.”

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“It'll all work out, Nat.”  Jules sighed and reached out to squeeze her hand gently. “We will do it together.”

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Smiling and nodding solemnly, Natasha trusted her girl's words.

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Of course they hadn't given her any official name to this ‘thing’ yet, not even a relationship, they hadn't even told each other how much they loved each other.  But everyone knew it, even Yelena who saw them from afar and couldn't help but say "ew", making everyone laugh. But of course, inside was so happy for her big sister.

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And although they tried to be brave, they gave everything of themselves in that battle. They fought against huge hordes of aliens, a genetically engineered race of extraterrestrial creatures, so awful and agressive.

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“This is it, right?” Jules said feeling like she was out of breath when she saw how those creatures charged against them.  “The great war.”

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“Whatever happens, please, stay with me.” Y/N whispered, looking at Natasha, Yelena and Jules. They gave themselves the strength to start with this. Wanda was taking care that Vision was safe, that the universe was safe depended on. Although all she could think about was y/n, hoping she was safe.

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There wasn't much to say other than that it was one of the toughest battles of their lives. All the defenders of that Earth, fighting to make it survive another day.

Y/N took advantage of her powers to kill all the aliens she could, of course not too much because could get out of control and hurt everybody. She rose up, flying and smashed as many as she could with lightning and hurricanes. Fury and storm.

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Jules did the same although she still tried her best being a simple agent with weapons and shield making a wonderful team with Natasha.

She hadn't discovered her abilities yet, but one day, she would.

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“Fall back! Fall back, now!” Y/N exclaimed trying to make the Wakandans in front of her move away, watching as those huge bladed wheel-like were heading towards her and the Wakandans. “Guys, we got a situation here. I can’t stop-”

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“On my way.” Wanda spoke through the earpiece and got ready to go to help her, when something hit her with enormous strength. ㅤㅤㅤ

“She'll die alone.” Proxima threatened her, hitting Wanda with the grip of the sword hard enough to leave the sokovian crawling on the ground. "As will you."

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“She's not alone.” Natasha's sassy voice made Proxima turn to look at her. Natasha was on one side and Yelena on the other, raising her Widow's batons, ready to start the battle.

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Everything seemed to go on their side, the battle was favorable for the Avengers until a portal opened, letting that fearsome villain through.

And as they could, each one of them faced the mad titan in the way they could to prevent him from reaching Wanda and Vision. And each one of them was defeated, since he wore the gauntlet.

Steve. Bucky. Sam. T'Challa. The Hulk. Each and every one of them fell.

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Y/N stepped in the way and caused one of the most powerful thunders to strike on him, but the titan used the reality stone to prevent her from doing it again. Y/N was punched badly, her nose was broken and blood dripped from it and her lips.

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She tried again but Thanos threw her against some rocks.

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Jules tried to get in the way too, gritting teeth and trying her best, drawing a strength that she didn't know where it came from, she managed to make the earth shake, huge roots come out of the ground and catch him. But the Titan was stronger than that. He broke free and got rid of her too, as well as Yelena and Natasha.

They all fell and when he got the gem, that terrifying snap made everything change.

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“Where'd he go?”

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“Steve?” Bucky muttered before falling apart and turning to ashes. Desperate, everyone looked around them to see if their friends were okay.

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“Wanda?” Y/N murmured and ran towards her beloved, who was on the ground crying.  “My love, come on.”

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She knelt down beside the sokovian to help her up, but seconds after taking Wanda’s hand, it began to disappear. “Wanda, no,no, no, no.”

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Wanda looked up to see the love of her life one more time, those huge green eyes full of pain, sadness and love saw looked at her for the last time. “I love you, detka.”

ㅤㅤ And she disappeared, just like that, in her arms. Y/N she burst into tears, shocked, terrified to see how the love of her life left her forever.

Y/N searched around as if trying to find her but everything was ashes, just ashes, and anguish everywhere. Crying impossible to contain, uncertainty and pain.

ㅤㅤ “Nat?” Jules whimpered reaching out her hand to hold Natasha's, who looked at her with a tender look. Natasha Romanoff turned to ashes along with everyone else.  “NATASHA!”  she yelled.

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“Sestra?! SESTRA, WHERE ARE YOU?” Yelena also screamed through the forest, looking for the redhead, trying that whistle but never received an answer.

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They got up to help those who were left, completely devastated by the loss.

Today the universe lost its greatest protectors, and half of its population.

Sighing heavily, Y/N stared at the screen once the meeting ended. She had been in contact with the remaining Avengers, who were at least trying to keep this world upright.

Steve was on an important mission, so it was their turn to take care of the Compound.

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“Where are you?” Y/N asked Rhodey, who had stayed on the line after everyone hung up.

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“Mexico.” Rhodes sighed tiredly.  “The Federales found a room full of bodies… Looks like a bunch of cartel guys, never even had a chance to get their guns off.”

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The inhuman leaned back in her chair, exhausted. “It's probably a rival gang.”

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“Except it isn't.” Rhodes shook his head, knowing that Y/N would have a hard time accepting the truth but she had to.  “It's definitely Julia.”

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Y/N swallowed, feeling her eyes fill with tears but she couldn't show weakness.

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“What she's done here... Y/N, what she's been doing for the last few years…” Rhodey felt enormous sadness for them, but Y/N had to understand what Jules had become. “She calls herself an 'eco-terrorist'. I mean, the scene that she left…” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Call me when you have more information and please…” Y/N was blunt. “Do not engage, just call me. I'm the only one who can stop her.”

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Rhodey nodded and his hologram disappeared. Y/N breathed shakily, tried to stay calm. A cool breeze made the treetops move slightly.

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“Easy, today's forecast does not say that there will be storms.” Her friend's hoarse voice brought her back to reality, Yelena approached her with two bowls of mac & cheese.

Sadness was reflected in those gloomy eyes, but the widow kept standing.

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“Eat, please.” The blonde told her with that thick accent, putting the bowl in front of her and sitting next to Y/N, putting some hot sauce on hers.  “That is my favorite.”

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“Thank you.” Y/N sniffled.

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“Are you okay, Y/N/N?”

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“I'm just worried about her.” Y/N swallowed and wiped the tears from her eyes. “She's taking a rocky path to come back from.”

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Yelena sighed and took her hand, trying to support her in this. They had spent years side by side, trying to get over the loss and the pain. “You know it could have been me, If it weren't for you, I would be with her.”

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“But you didn’t.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"I decided to go back, she decided to stay."

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Y/N felt hurt by Jules, but above all, she felt her absence. Y/N understood her more than anyone, but it hurts. “I feel like I have failed her.”

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“She lost everything, Y/N/N.”

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“But not us.” Y/N cleared her throat, eating some mac and cheese.

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Touché. That was true.

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“And we'll let her know she won't lose us when she decides to come back.” The widow sighed, changing the subject to a less sad and more interesting one. For example: what was it like to receive e-mails from a raccoon?

ㅤㅤPart II is going to be the finale...

So you sure want to kill me. But I'll tell you: don't do it, you need to know how it ends, right? This is not the same as the movies, so... pretty much wild. Thank you for reading me and for waiting for me with this story, it means a lot that you have come this far. 🌼🐻

here goes some amazing and lovely people tags   ✨  : @wandsmxmff​,  lonewalker17,  tsmeanobody,  dark-hunter16,  lattayhottay16,  natashaswifeu,  silverockmusic,  kacka84,  emeraldevan! @sunsol-22 @dparker0 Thank you for reading me and leaving your beautiful and quite empowering comments!

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader

[allsadnshit]

I think what a lot of people do not realize is that community and being able to live with others is for most of us completely necessary. I know there's lot of people who claim to be better off alone and I won't speak for them but even just in terms of survival and not even emotional existences, we do NEED a society and other humans to live. It's like a team sport where it really really sucks to work with people you don't like and you even sometimes have to cooperate with people you actually hate but it's not optional most of the time and we have to be willing to compromise and so many people really reject that idea. Being able to tolerate someone else I don't agree with isn't something we all do because we want to or out of the kindness of our hearts...it's about how we want the world to function and tolerance is often completely necessary.

Someone not having the same morals, ideals, or politics is not something we can completely ban or get rid of every time and even when there is separation for necessity and safety, people still need rights purely as humans. I remember growing up thinking that jail was a pretty black and white simple concept of only bad people go to jail and obviously they shouldn't be able to make decisions with the rest of the world because they are bad! And I don't think I really truly understood what it meant to strip someone of their basic human rights till I was already an adult and starting to understand the different complexities of incarceration and removing the ability to participate in society in any form and how slippery of a slope it actually is.

I think covid has brought so much of that out of people and you can really see how much people feel like other people are disposable, and I am not speaking for one side of politics either. I truly mean that on both sides, the consideration that someone else's life experiences and opinions on themselves and those they love should be treated with dignity is really lost on so many people who've felt under attack to the point that they treat everything as them vs us when most of the time that's not actually the case.

It makes me really really sad when i continuously see people treat their world views as holier, more compassionate, logically backed, and overall more "good human" than someone else, even though I know that anger is often out of defense and fear.

I can't bring myself to not care about other people or not see them as people in general and I think a lot of what I see in the media and on social media really tries to make it seem normal to disqualify life and opinions outside of our own and I do not think it's humane or a livable approach to the reality of being animals that need one another for survival.

[rughydrangea]

Sejak 8

This show has officially hit "I'm just screaming the whole episode" status. Would I have loved for their first make-out session to be before he knows she's a woman? I mean, sure, but the way this scene shook out was basically perfect, as the waves of understanding wash across JJS's face and Hee Soo fully gives in to the part of her heart she's been trying to deny for three years. It's just so deliciously complex and contradictory, for both of them, their desire and love for each other woven through all those layers of deception and betrayal and scheming.

On the subject of betrayal, though... Like many people on this website, I agree that Yi In plans to make his nephew his heir and is working to discover who killed his brother. It's become increasingly obvious, but I kind of clocked it from the time jump, when it's established that in spite of a decently well-populated inner court, the man doesn't have a single child. If he had been sincere in stealing the throne for himself, surely his first priority would be to have his own son, which could then leave him free to dispose of his nephew, who living is always going to be a threat to his rule.

Now, I have nothing against the nephew. It's just that, as I have established, I think usurpation is quite sexy (unless a man is trying to usurp a woman, which is why Stephen of Blois can get fucked), and I would have loved for Yi In to be a true usurper. Monarchy is all bullshit anyway, right? To me, usurpation is like an acknowledgement that it's bullshit: if the occupant of the throne is solely determined through mistakes of nature, why shouldn't humans be able to seize destiny in their hands and take what they want? If the only qualification is being born to a certain parent at the right time, then why not just change that rule to suit your own intention? Especially when nature more often than not gets it wrong: it's hard to respect the legitimacy of Grand Prince Munseong, given that he is the heir of a man who clearly never should have been king.

But no, clearly we have to have Yi In be a noble leading man, so even if he does some bad things, it's in service of a worthy and legitimate goal. I don't hate it, I just liked it more for that one enchanted episode where it seemed like he might go full anti-hero. As it is, I guess I'll have to settle for him being a super-complicated and conflicted man played by an incredible actor, poor me!

(It's true that it hasn't been established for sure that Yi In took the throne for noble reasons, but to me that does very much look like where it's going.)

#no i really do love this show i just love usurpers more lol #yi bang won and kim deokman you are the only people who have ever understood me #also this is why i am alone on my island of not liking the princess's man because i was rooting for sejo! #i will always love a character who knows what they want and takes it #probably because i so indecisive myself tbh #sejak #my commentary #captivating the king

[thisisntmyrightera]

You're with me | Eddie Munson x fem. reader

summary: Eddie is your bestfriend, you save him always from his daily problems and now Vecna comes for you and it's time to being saved for him.

warning: strong language, use of a strong word for reference of a “gay” meaning, mention of suicide, mention of child traumas.

words: 2,139

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Walking around the forest for hours was tiring, my feet ached and i felt the sweat on my forehead getting sticky even though the spring wind grew colder as the sun went down, while Nancy and Steve argued about who should come back to take care of the youngest Eddie and i were sitting under the shade of a large tree, in silence while only Robin's footsteps could be heard around us as she walked in circles nervously.

-Hey you shouldn't do this, you can go home I'll be fine - Eddie's eyes looked sad knowing that he had gotten me into trouble, i didn't want to tell him that Jason had looked for me at the music store where i worked to ask about Eddie and threatening to come for me if i were the one hiding him, luckily Gareth was with me and he defended me even when Jason and his thugs beat him up and almost broke his hand, we both promised not to mention it to Eddie if we saw him again but Gareth told the story to Fredd, Fredd told Dustin and Dustin barely managed to run to tell Eddie that i were being harassed by the town idiot.

-I'm fine Eds, if I go home Jason will know where I am and I think I feel better being with you than alone... besides you need me more here than there - i smiled just looking at my hands while i tried to remove the black polish from my nails trying to distract from the headache that had been coming on suddenly for a couple of days and right now was making my temples feel like two drums being hit.

-You're right, you always find a way to save my ass - Eddie's laugh sounded very low but it made my head vibrate in a strange way causing me make grimace of discomfort feeling in my face a strange warm sensation that came from your nose

-Hey...Eddie's girlfriend, well his not girlfriend, you...your nose - Robin froze as she pointed to my nose and then hers making a sign to wipe, Steve and Nancy also turned worried making Nancy quickly search on her pockets for one of the handkerchiefs she always carried in case she needed it.

It was not the first time that it happened to me, in the last two days my nose had bled about 6 times but the school nurse only told me that it was an allergy because of the beginning of spring and she recommended me not to go out so much during the sun. My hand quickly cleaned my nose, staining it with blood, Nancy quickly ran to my side offering a disposable handkerchief while she helped me clean carefully worried

-I'm fine, it's just the pollen or something from spring - i looked at her embarrassed, smiling slightly while i held the handkerchief against my nose

-Hold it down a bit, keep your head back a bit

-Here... you can lean on here- Eddie barely spoke embarrassed taking me by the shoulders making me lie on his chest while i felt how the blood continued to come out of my nose

-Let's be honest, they look damn good together- Robin's innocent laugh made Steve and Nancy look at her confused by the out of place comment while Robin just shrugged her shoulders -what? It's not my fault they're so sweet.

-Robin can you... shut up for a second.- Nancy barely whispered looking for another tissue.

On my back i could feel Eddie's chest rise and he lower, breathing nervously as his hand replaced mine holding the handkerchief.

-Are you sure you are alright? maybe we walked too far in the sun and it hurt you - Eddie's voice seemed clear at first but every word he said receded into the distance until i couldn't hear it anymore and after a long blink everything around me turned dark and cold .

The place was the same, but Eddie was gone and I was leaning against a tree trunk, neither was Nancy, Steve or Robin. Wherever i looked there was fog and darkness and a tickle in one of my hands resting on the grass made me look quickly noticing that some small spiders climbed my fingers, my legs reacted quickly and I got up running aimlessly while shouting the names of my friends but it seemed that my voice was lost a few centimeters from me, while i tripped over some strange branches that came out of the ground and hit the trees Again everything seemed like a bad dream and everything around turned red, things floated through the air, the sky seemed like an electrical storm was approaching and someone was looking at you from afar

- Y/N you have finally arrived

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Eddie POV

-Are you sure you are alright? maybe we walked too far in the sun and it hurt you... - her hand lowered slowly while I hold her handkerchief, the blood that came out was not much but it was blood and that honestly made me very nervous and dizzy, the wind began to blow strongly, the tops of the trees were hitting each other hard and making strange noises that made us all look up to make sure that no branch fell on us - that was strange...do you feel better?...y/n?...y/n? - my hands just moved her a little but she didn't react, she didn't blink and barely breathed -Y/n? -I sat up a little looking at her and again I had in front of me those empty, white and terrifying eyes like the ones I had seen in Chrissy -No...not you no, you don't y/n wake up please, wake up

- Again? Oh god, go and found Max, Steve go to Max and ask her for his cassette player -Nancy screamed while Steve ran as fast as he could tripping over a branch, she leaned next to y/n while her hand touched her forehead and arm – she’s cold...y/n wake up please

-No please, Nancy do something, she can't leave me, what am I going to do if she dies?

-Relax, Steve will go for Max's player, what is her favorite song?

-What?...That’s necessary?, you do not see how this damn it is

-Hey, we found a way to break that trance, tell us what is her favorite song

-Her…her song ...her favorite song is...KISS...it's...damn I hate that stupid song, it's I Was Made For Lovin' You, she doesn't stop listening to it and she dances and...

- Dustin has a KISS cassette - Robin ran fast tripping over the same branch that Steve had tripped over before while Nancy took my arm and y/n's trying to calm me down

-Everything will be fine, trust us, trust her - I had never looked into Wheeler's eyes but this time they gave me calm and confidence while rubbing my arm slowly, a few seconds, maybe hours for me Steve and Robin came running back while trying remove the cassette and putting the batteries in the player with trembling hands

-Quick damn Jesus H Christ, this is not a game

-I'm doing the best I can Munson stop yelling at me, now put the headphones on, put them on!

-The other song, that’s not the song...another one...that's it, leave that one!

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Y/N POV

My body ached to be against that stake tied with the disgusting branches of spiders and some sticky liquid, Vecna ​​walked around me while his nails scratched my skin slowly but I wasn't afraid of him, I had played too many times against him and many times I had defeated him, I was a level 24 Sorcerer Princess and no one could defeat me, not even Vecna ​​himself.

-Your fear is almost imperceptible, but it hasn't completely disappeared, right... you're still a scared girl, what is it that still scares you to this day? Or maybe it's not fear, it's a guilt that your heart has not yet been able to accept.

-I have nothing to blame

-No?...then why did mom make that decision? because you forced her to do it- his hand extended offering me to look towards a dry and almost fallen tree where my mother hung from a branch, like the day I found her in the closet of her room, hanging lifeless .

My chest felt tight and my heart was beating as fast as when i was 5 years old and everyone blamed me for making my mother depressed and dependent on pills.

-I was not to blame, I was a child!

-You're still a child, but no one will blame you, or judge you for what you did anymore... you've come with me and all the suffering will go away and you'll be at peace here - his skeletal hand rose to my face when a loud noise it made us both turn to the cloudy red sky...i knew that song

His cold hand made me look at him again while I felt his sharp nails bite into my face forcing me to look into his eyes but honestly, his nails hurt my skin without any pain, my heart was beating but it felt different, I felt alive and my mind began to remember things that for some reason i had repressed.

Like the first time i walked into Hawkins High School, wearing an old KISS shirt that belonged to my brother, and Eddie almost ogled me as he leaned against his locker curiously.

-KISS? I thought no one listened to that group of fagots anymore

-You are very good at recognizing fags by what I see

Eddie looked at me surprised and offended then he looked at Gareth and Fredd annoyed hitting them on the arm for laughing at him, that same day Eddie apologized and invited me to eat with them in the cafeteria and we laugh the whole recess talking about music and how Eddie looks so funny and offended that morning.

When my dad made me buy a dress for my aunt's wedding and Eddie and Gareth came with me to Starcourt to pick out an ugly ruffled pink one and the security kick us out of the mall for forcing Eddie to wear a dress and model it for us.

The day I insisted Eddie teaches me how to drive and almost crashed his Van into Lovers' Lake.

The first time I won Dungeons and Dragons and i was the hero of the entire Hellfire Club while Eddie shouted in the background "That's my princess...that's the...Hellfire princess"

The movie nights at Eddie's place that ended with me cleaning up the Munson trailer and making dinner for Eddie and his Uncle Wayne, who waited for Eddie to go out to take out the trash to always remind me of the same thing, "Eddie's so lucky to have you close, if only he wouldn't be so stupid and stop looking at so many easy women''

Maybe life hadn't been easy, but i had found the right people and they made me happy, in their own way but they loved me and cared for me more than anyone in the world and above all, i had Eddie.

my hands freed themselves with a strange force from the branches and took Vecna ​​by the neck, tearing off part of his disgusting and sticky skin, what was holding me on that stake was released making me fall to the ground and hit hard the floor, in front of me a large circle opened as my favorite song continued to play loud and clear, my legs running strong as rocks and lightning rained down around me but being on the gym team for 2 years had helped me enough to run fast even in the underworld of Vecna ​​and suddenly. ..everything went dark

A blow of air entered my lungs and the sensation of falling into the void made me feel anxious when my body hit a surface that fell below me surrounding me with his arms, my hair covered my face preventing me from seeing what was around me causing me a crisis episode while my legs and arms were moving trying to push away everything that was trying to hold me

-Hey..hey I'm here, you're okay, you're with me- Eddie's murmur in the distance made me open my eyes as Nancy brought her hands to my face moving my hair from my eyes so I could see them while holding the headphones out of my ears

-I'm fine, I'm back... I'm fine - my chest moved quickly pulling clean air while my body recovered in the arms of Eddie who was still holding me below me

-Damn never scare me like that again, you almost scared the shit hell out of me

#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagines #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #dustin henderson #gaten matarazzo #max mayfield #saddie sink #joe quinn #stranger things 4 #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn imagine #netflix #eddie munson edit #joe quinn imagine

[undeath1245]

Former predictions for episode six

Here is my list of poorly aged predictions for episode six, including one unfinished prediction. Feel free to read them.

One of my previous predictions include a battle between the Murder Drone Trio and Team Tessa's Super Cool Murder Squad (new member: Doll apparently), either they exchange words first or the battle starts immediately. It's most likely the latter, but then again, I'd like to see N happily reunite with Tessa, maybe both of them running towards each other and hugging afterwards; bonus points if Tessa does the "grabs onto N's robo-cheeks and twirling him like a little brother she never had" thing. Doll would then tell Uzi to get out of here, prompting Uzi to call out Doll for going as low as to team up with not only a disassembly drone (the very kind she sought to hunt down), but a human JCJenson worker as well. Soon, things would get super hectic, accusations and hypocrisy would start flying here and there, and as N would try to ease tensions between the two parties, the battle commences immediately.

The battle would probably go like this: Uzi goes after Tessa, the human worker she assumes to be responsible for sending the disassemblers here, though J would also go after Uzi; V catches Doll's attention, prompting the latter to go after her; N would probably be blown away from the battleground to the colony by Uzi, V, and J combined. Missiles go flying, blades go striking, and a lot of anime-style fighting comes around, goes around; I am not good with coming up with battle sequences. Later on, the combatants switch opponents: Uzi goes after an angry Doll and tries to reason her out of her unforgiving rage, and N and V team up against Tessa and J, the former of which tries to tell N that Uzi and Doll needs to be disposed of. But, N would refute by saying that Uzi is more in-control of her solver powers than Tessa believes, even saying that she helped removed CYN out of his and V's minds, which somehow worries Tessa more. But soon enough, N's argument would falter when he and the other opponents see Uzi battling Doll in her solver form.

I think that while this is happening, Doll will break down, crying out that Uzi shouldn't have to involve herself in this madness, that she should go home, enjoy her normal life, and be with her father who is alive and kicking. While Doll is crying, Uzi would go to her and place a hand on her shoulder, saying in Russian, "I understand what you're trying to say, but I'm afraid I've went too far to get to where I am." I have a headcanon that all drones have a unique translation feature, with subtitles appearing in their visor, which could explain how Uzi could understand Doll. I also think that they can switch to any language of their choosing, like Jenny Wakeman from My Life as a Teenage Robot when she was speaking to Japanese citizens in "Speak No Evil". Uzi would then state that she has to find out what's wrong with her once and for all, and either Doll helps her or stays out of her way. With that, Doll surrenders and the battle ends with a stalemate.

I imagine that there would be a nice campfire scene afterwards, with the drones and Tessa having to rest after a hectic fight, each of them realizing that they now share one goal: find a way to get rid of CYN once and for all. Tessa proposes that they form a temporary truce to head towards Camp 98.7 and find some clues on CYN's weakness. N agrees wholeheartedly, hoping to use this opportunity to have Uzi and Tessa bond with each other. The other drones reluctantly agree, and all six set out towards the campsite. As soon as the drones leave, Uzi would then threaten Tessa that if she ever betray them, or even hurt N, she'll kill her. Tessa threatens her back with her sword, saying that she will never hurt N, and if Uzi ever goes haywire again, she will destroy her. N would then come back and check on the two, and Tessa would say that Uzi had something stuck in her teeth, so she tried to get it out with her sword. Uzi would go along with this.

Remember the Protagonist's Journey chart seen on Uzi's presentation in the first episode? And on the very bottom, there's a skull that represents revelation yet can also refer to death? I think this episode will be when Uzi gets temporarily killed off.

So, how many do you think aged super poorly?

#Glitch Productions #Liam Vickers #Murder Drones #Uzi Doorman #Serial Designation N #Serial Designation V #Tessa James Elliot #Serial Designation J #Doll #CYN #Absolute Solver #predictions

[kelp-my-beloved]

"Milo?" A voice calls him from behind. Without turning back, he watches the otters, who had until then been very busy cleaning a few pieces of fish in front of him, run into the water. The splash had barely gotten him when they had swam out of sight.

For a moment, the footsteps are the only thing that can be heard through the forest, until the person sits next to him.

"Scott is worried," Cleo let's him know.

They reach a hand towards him, as if to grasp his shoulder, but seems to think better of it, and let's it fall on the grass between them. The green of the weeds mixes with the one of her hand. For some reason, it's the only thing Milo can focus on.

It had taken him days to find a place free of Scott's corrupted magic hadn't touched yet. Even though he was nowhere near close to be able to call himself an expert on the matter, Milo knew that by tomorrow, the area would have taken the familiar browns and blacks that surrounded his new home.

"When isn't he?" He finally answers.

It was the only nook that didn't seem to have changed since he died. But Milo had found it, and by doing so, destroyed it.

"Does he have a reason to worry?"

The question wasn't going to be answered, they both knew that. With a sigh, Milo gets up.

"We should head back," he says, and they pretend the evasion didn't mean anything.

Scott was always there when he looked for him. The witch gave him space, and respected his times, but somehow he seemed to know when Milo needed him, because he only needs to call his name to have him in front of him. At his disposal.

Not even in his dreams is he absent.

(Milo tries his hardest not to think about all the times Scott must have called for him, knowing he had no way of answering)

"Scott?" Milo screams as hard as he can from the kitchen.

Which isn't a lot, so to say. Since he came back, his voice barely raises above a whisper. Scott assures him it's something temporal, a side effect of having died, that any moment now he would be back speaking normally, and Milo doesn't tell him about the relief that it's having some sort of proof that it wasn't all part of his imagination. That he had really come back from the dead, and that it had left a mark on him.

There are things that are best kept secret.

"Here," the witch says with a smile nothing alike to what his husband had once been.

Milo asks him where he keeps the sugar, and adds a couple of spoons to the dough when he gets him the can.

Scott asks him what he's cooking, and smiles with the answer. Milo pretends not to notice the enthusiasm in his voice.

It was the first time he had taken the time to cook something by his own initiative since he had come back. What it was, wasn't really important. The witch didn't eat anymore, and Milo did only when he couldn't keep refusing his husband's insistence that he ate something. Even now, with the dough between his hands, he could feel his throat closing up in protest, as if it hadn't yet accepted that they were alive once more, leaving their state of corpse behind, and needed to feed again.

With a sigh, Milo leaves the dough aside, and crouches down to heat the oven.

Eloise is the only one who seems to act normally around the fact that Milo had literally come back from the dead, which translates into side eye glances and a constant worry for the mental health of everyone involved. That's why, Milo guesses, Scott does everything in his power to keep her away from him. As if stopping pretending everything was fine would be the thing that finally broke him, and not the fact that he shouldn't be breathing.

As if his husband hadn't given up his body, soul, and who knows what else in order to wake him up. To have him again at his side.

Eloise, Scott, and Cleo were the only people he had seen since he had come back. Those first days were... hazy at best, but Milo doesn't press, or ask about the time missed. He knows, by the way the Ilusionist Witch's face changes when she thinks about it that it wasn't a pretty process.

That's how useful her presence is to him. El, as she insists to be called, is a drop of normality in the desert Scott had carefully built around him, making sure to pad any corner that might hurt him. The witch makes sure not to bring up any topic that might make him uncomfortable, doesn't mind any detail that might remind him of the time that's blank on his mind, to the point that Milo thinks he's going to go mad.

It's not that he's unhappy, or that he wishes that Scott had never brought him back. Milo is too selfish to admit that the price he payed was too high, or that he crossed lines that should have never been touched.

Maybe there was nobody else out there. Maybe the last piece of green in the forest had died when Cleo found him, and maybe his husband had really sacrificed the world to have him back, but the more days passed, the less he found himself caring.

As long as he didn't ask, he couldn't be sure. He could pretend that everything was fine in their little cabin in the middle of the woods, and he could imagine that they were happy

#this is a translation of a thing i wrote yesterday #its also going to ao3 as soon as i get home #anyways. au where milo comes back and things are Fucked Up #witchcraft smp #wc smp #smajor #zombiecleo #wc!milo #soupforeloise #my fics

[mariamariquinha]

"You weren't supposed to… You weren't supposed to become so important to me." has a big Carrillo vibe ! Can you do this ? Please ?

OF COURSE! My my, I've been missing him 😭😭😭 Let's go! This has a lot to do with what I've been coming up with for Versos de Placer, by the way!

It was just supposed to be an exchange of information that you knew was risky but necessary. In a way, there was a fragility to your intentions that certainly wasn't there in his, for Carrillo was so decisive and literal about the matter.

He was hunting Escobar. That's why you were there in the first and last place, hiding between alleys and dark places with reticence and fear.

You looked for him first. As a rule, you would report to one of the American agents, which might make more sense, but information was information and Carrillo seemed much more solid than gringo spirits in search of justice as a political interest from where they came from.

That gained his trust, but that's as far as you got. He showed up, you said what you discovered, then you made reports with less information than what you had verbally said. It wasn't a crime - God knows how the guys who hired you, who were in the upper part of the continent, had the inherent and sick vice of hiding the bulk of benefits.

He was hunting Escobar, indeed. But this incessant search shouldn't stop between your sheets. There was no information there, not even any clues, just you and whatever he happened to look for for convenience of circumstances.

At first, the excuse was that your tiny apartment was safer and more private. When you started offering a drink, Carrillo got closer, and when you had sex the first time, he said in so many words that he shouldn't trust you.

Peña also handled things that way because, like you, he was easy to mix with, convincing enough and caring. People, whoever they were, liked it all with a dash of attention. Carrillo was harsh, difficult to handle, and that was the difference - he had you as a support for new clues. The sex came along as a good distraction during it all.

But then he started staying longer. Not until the morning, just enough to make you see him as someone, not something. You didn't drink much, but your cupboard now had a bottle of cheap whiskey.

Your attention began to be conquered by the interest of having him in your social circle, as someone you could count on, and that was as dangerous as being in front of a loaded gun.

So when you had an 'accident', which included your car being thrown over a curb and some superficial cuts to your body, when you knew that was the end of your work - of what you two had built.

"When did you think to tell me?" He asked with concern, eyes fixed on your movements while packing your things.

"It happens. The governmen-"

"I'm not talking about your boss," His voice was harsh. "It was an attempt on your life."

"That I know."

Carrillo was a man of arms, the guy who pulled the trigger and made things happen, and he should have understood that your role there was disposable. You were expendable. That being said, it didn't make sense to see him so angry about something you both were very aware of.

"What is it?" You asked, turning to him with a frown. "I wasn't being a valuable source anymore, they would dismiss me soon."

"Still."

"Still what, Carrillo?"

He considered your question as if you had punched him in the face. When, after long seconds, nothing came out of his mouth, you sighed, ready to go back to your chore.

"You weren't supposed to… You weren't supposed to become so important to me."

You stopped in your tracks, both hands holding a shirt and eyes away from him, staring at the bed in front of you. He... He didn't say that. He-

"... I know this is not ideal."

"It is not."

"And if there's still a little humanity left in me, I shouldn't be so selfish as to want you to stay as a part of it."

But I am, that's what he meant. I wish I could surrender to your sins, that's what you wanted to say, instead of just look at him with confusion and clenched fists. No, not ideal, but real.

Fucking real.

You crossed the room, went to the table next to the bed and took a pen and paper from the drawer. It was his turn to be confused as you held them out to him in silence.

"I'm going to Cucuta. One hour by plane," Still not looking at him properly, you closed your eyes and sighed, as if you were going to regret that but you couldn't help it. "Address, post office box… Put it there."

"Why are you acting like you don't already know this?"

That made you smile. Truthfully. And then you looked at him for good, seeing the little smirk playing on his face.

"Because I want to believe this shit isn't going to be a fucking mistake."

"Will not," He took hold of your hand, bringing you closer. "At best, this will only be an hour delay to really be a mistake."

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A/C: I truly miss him 😭 Hope you like it, baby!

#prompts #asks #horacio carrillo x reader

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Burned into my soul

Garp can't help but stare at the burning island. An island where so many lives were taken today. So many innocents lost. He looks down at the crying child in his arms.

~ I look into your eyes, and I think back to the son of mine. You're as old as he was when I left for war.~

Ace, Portgas D. Ace. Only a newborn baby. And on his first hour of life, an entire island was destroyed. All for the sake of a dead man's sins.

It shouldn't be this way. The sins of a father should not be thrown onto a child. Especially if that man in question had been executed for his crimes.

He was only a baby... the world was too cruel. His son had been this age, innocent and sweet. But little Ace, well according to justice, he wasn't innocent, and he should be disposed of immediately.

~Will these actions haunt my days? Every man I've slayed is the proce I pay endless pain?~

He couldn't spare Roger from death. Nor could he save Rouge from burning. He couldn't assist the thousands that were now dead from the genocide that had occurred.

He clutched the tiny newborns body as tight as he could without hurting him. He had made a promise to both of those two at this point. And he intended to keep it.

~Close your eyes and spare yourself the view. How could I hurt you?~

Ace would live. Garp would make sure that the little boy on his arms would become a man. His heart ached. There wasn't much else he could offer this child who had suffered so greatly.

To make up for everything lost today, Ace needed to live. He needed to be strong and healthy. Till he could become his own man one day.

~I'm just a man who's trying to go home. Even after all the years away from what I've known.~

Where to take the boy, though? It should be somewhere far from here. Somewhere safe. A place where Garp had some control.

Home... it had been a long time since Monkey D. Garp had returned to his island. There weren't many reasons to go back anymore. Not since his stupid son had left to start some ridiculous rebellion.

Ace would be safe there. It was far from the grand line. And the East Blue was the safest region to live in. Yes, he would take the child there.

~I'm just a man who's fighting for his life. Deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife. I'm just a man.~

But who would take care of the tiny brat? He wasn't exactly able to drop everything. It had to be someone he trusted. Someone who wouldn't dare to harm the boy.

It was times like this that he wished his precious wife were alive. Oh, how she'd be sure to give him hell over it. Scolding him for messing his relationship with their only child. And bringing a newborn to her without a stitch of clothes.

But maybe... her sister could do it, couldn't she? After all, she owed him many a favor for not arresting her under his wife's request. Yes, Curly Dadan would do.

~But when does a comet become a meteor, and does a candle become a blaze. When does a man become a monster?~

This day would haunt him for a lifetime. A day where he failed as a marine and a man. All in the name of justice.

~When does a ripple become a title wave, and does the reason become the blame? When does a man become a monster?~

Justice? No... this wasn't what he'd call justice. It was twisted. Something needed to change. And he needed to be the one to help make that change.

~Forgive me~

He needed to help train the younger generation. He needed to guide them so that they wouldn't make the same mistakes. So that they could be true justice.

~But when does a comet become a meteor, and does a candle become a blaze? When does a man become a monster?~

Ace has cried himself to sleep in his arms at this point. That's a good thing. He'll need the rest for the long journey ahead.

~Forgive me~

He can't help the tears that fall as he morns the lives lost. The dreams that will never be forfilled. Leaving only a graveyard in it's wake.

~When does a ripple become a tidal wave, and does the reason become the blame? When does a man become a monster?~

As his ship sails into the distance, watching as the island slowly disappears into the sea. A place that is no more. One that shall be forgotten amoung history. But remain forever in his soul.

~Forgive me.~

The island called Baterilla.

~I'm just a man.~

#one piece #monkey d garp #portgas d ace #curly dadan #songfic #epic the musical

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Taichi was…well. Perfect. Not perfect as he was flawless, no, he was just…amazing to Takaaki. He was…perfect. Everything about Taichi gave him butterflies. He'd swoon if Taichi just looked at him. But there were days where he got worried.

He was worried Taichi would hate him one day.

Just one day, Taichi was going to get tired of him. That Taichi would leave him and throw Takaaki away like if he was easily disposable. Well. Taichi wouldn't be harsh. But…

It got him wondering.

And it made him spiral into horrible thoughts that made his heart race, leaving his body cold and afraid. He could feel tears prick the corners of his eyes some days. He'd sometimes toss and turn in their bed, wondering if Taichi actually hated him because of how he was. He wondered if Taichi…if Taichi hated how their financial situation was. If that was one of the reasons he was unhappy and why he would leave Takaaki.

Takaaki didn't have much. Taichi helped with money, yeah. But Takaaki hated that. It made him feel like a terrible partner. If only his father wasn't such a sack of shit who left them all in debt they would've all been out of poverty. They'd actually be middle class. Not anything lower…

Takaaki would hug Taichi, trying to keep his mind away from all the pain he was making himself feel. Taichi would kiss him and ask him if he was okay. Takaaki would answer with a shake of his head. And Taichi would sigh and hug him back. Telling him it'll be okay, whatever it was. And Takaaku would be grateful for his wonderful husband.

"I love you." Takaaki whispered.

"I love you, too." Taichi said back with a smile.

He loved Taichi. And he fully trusted and believed Taichi. But sometimes his brain wanted to harm him. To tell him that Taichi was lying. And that sweet, amazing smile was all fake. Fake…

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't provide much. I'm sorry of our way of life…I'm sorry you're in this financial state. I wouldn't be upset if you left, you know that, right?" Takaaki said randomly as they laid in bed. Takaaki held Taichi in his arms as Taichi snuggled near him. "Aki? What are you talking about? Why would I leave you?" Taichi asked.

"Because…maybe you're just unhappy with how everything is. And that you're tired of me and…and you lie when you say you love me. Maybe it's just me being awful to myself and just being downright stupid. But…I'm just afraid." Takaaki rambled, he could feel tears in his eyes again for a second time that day. But he didn't want to let them fall again.

Taichi held his husband's face in his hands. "Takaaki Ishimaru, I love you. And I always will. I knew what our situation was going to be like when I asked you to marry me. I knew that from the start. And guess what? I still asked you to marry me. And what did you say?" Taichi asked, his cute face getting all serious.

"I said 'Yes'…" Takaaki answered.

"Exactly! And we had a wedding. A wedding so amazing we both started to cry! And I'm still happy. I worry about your health and sometimes that gets me upset, but that's because I care, Aki! You're the most amazing husband I could ask for." Taichi said with a bright smile. Now Takaaki started to cry again. He just let his tears fall at the kind words.

Fuck. He was so sweet.

Takaaki kissed Taichi's lips. "I love you so much, Taichi." He said as he cried softly. Taichi wiped away any tears that fell down Takaaki's cheeks. "Same here. Always." Taichi kissed him. Taichi laid his head on Takaaki's chest, hugging his husband tightly. "You shouldn't have to worry about such a thing, Love. Because you're the only man I need and want." Taichi gave him another bright smile before closing his eyes to go to sleep.

Takaaki nodded, "Okay…I-I'm glad." Takaaki couldn't help but smile as well. He held Taichi closer and fell asleep along with his beloved. His heart racing, but in a good way. His cheeks growing red from all the affection he was feeling. He loved his husband. And he was glad his husband loved him back.

#sam's talky talks #I wrote this in math class while spiraling #danganronpa #takaaki ishimaru #taichi fujisaki #taikaaki #taichaaki

[2dboisloyal-devotee]

Alice in the Country of Hearts Yandere Roleholders Headcanons Part II

Feat. Nightmare, Blood, Elliot, Dee & Dum, Julius

Part 1

Warning: minor spoilers, possible OOC (some may seem to not change much but few others traits do get amplified), cunning mfs (yes, all of them), unhealthy controlling behaviour, possessiveness, memory alterations of reader, a bit suggestive, implied violence/shooting and dismemberment mention (not towards reader), a kind of long read/2,1k word count

For the twins... it's a thin line tbh, but I'm not going to make it explicitly... illegal-romantic like the game intended to.

Please proceed with caution.

Nightmare Gottschalk

You're such an open book yet full of pleasant surprises to Nightmare—like a book he won't ever get bored of and will always keep close to him no matter how much you might despise yourself. The moment you're seeking him out to clear up your doubts and regrets, he already invites you in the door of answers without you realizing. You shouldn't have held on to such a feared and suspicious person like him—a puff of smoke aren't palpable to the touch after all... but once you're wrapped in it, you can only find solace within the smoke itself with no hope of getting out

Ignorance is bliss as they may say. But if that's one way to keep your happiness lasting, then so be it. Nightmare's reassuring act shows that all you need to do is focus on the present in this world where you can have anything you want, even in the dream world where everything can be shaped at your will. It's all as peaceful as you want it to be... gaps in memory and the days blending in may occur sometimes it's w̴̡͎̙̉ẽ̸̠͐i̸̫̬͔͂r̶̦̖̈̃̏d̸͚̐͝ What? Isn't it only natural you can be very tired on some days? All the more reason to let him be by your side.

Don't get your head too deep in thinking about your distant past... Everything up to this point is already forming your past ahead in the later time and since the very start, you've always been here spending the time with him mostly and visiting others on occasion. Nothing changes much and you don't miss out on anything so why would you feel as if you're missing something now? Even Nightmare is still the same as ever, he's always between coddling you comfortingly like a mature adult or as if a clingy child needing attention for you to spend the time having fun with him in the dream world. Please don't leave him alone too much, you wouldn't forget to take care of a sickly person like himself, right? That's why Nightmare can't help but to check up on you anytime he can.

There are still many kinds of things you haven't tried out with the still time not affecting your perception so you're always welcome to stay and be safe forever.

Rival: the ?????

Bʅσσԃ 𝐃𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞

It's mostly out of spite when Blood takes a liking to you because you're the one who causes him to become like this. The people around feel more irritating than usual and the world seems more boring to the point his favourite tea taste bland at some point whenever your presence isn't anywhere near him. Whatever entertainment he could use around here, he supposes you would suffice. Besides, you're certainly an interesting one if you keep choosing to meet him of all people. Blood sees there's much more to you than meets the eye... So he thinks, why not push your buttons when he has the time on his hands? But you have to know your place in case you ever forget; you're only a temporary plaything he can dispose of anytime.

It's a pleasure for Blood to have you as an assistant/servant who serves his tea and occasionally help tidying documents in his room, you're no longer merely a guest to him which is shown obvious in a heated intimate way or... marks to anyone else (except Elliot who mostly misunderstands to an entirely another thing that makes the atmosphere weird). Putting that aside, Blood does enjoy his work break, even more so when it's just the both of you without having some nuisance ruining the serene atmosphere and sophisticated conversation to pick up any cues or important information he could make use of. You should realize by now that you're not a mere plaything, anymore, to him you've become a meddlesome thing. He feels like he has retained a similar bond; one he used to have in his past with a certain family member. It would be unwise for you to just turn up and leave... wouldn't it?

Blood is all for exploiting your heart at his will so you could not think about going anywhere else to the others at all. Controlling how you should act in front of people and restricting your time outside more due to jealousy—even with him being Vivaldi's young brother—doesn't do him much good if he were to be honest because things can get ugly fast, but this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you. He may hate sunny days and acts as if everything is a hassle, but he won't think twice to shoot some people down if they seem too friendly with you for his liking since having a discussion is just too much a trouble. That'll show not to mess with the lover of the Mafia boss.

By the time you realize you're trapped in the thorns of alluring roses that you won't be able to fight back anymore until you can only wither... it will be already too late.

Rival: Vivaldi

ᴇʟʟɪᴏᴛ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ

Getting to know him on a deeper level requires being Blood's acquaintance close enough that he'll introduce you to the seeming rabbit subordinate, or sharing all carrot-related things to bribe him with. Elliot would literally melt when you show a small gesture of kindness to his unimportant self, especially if he only knows you as someone important related to Blood and after you pass the qualification of not being a threat.

Maybe all those times Elliot stubbornly refutes him being such a rabbit hold some truth to them. Whenever you refuse his simple wish to take a walking break with you, he unconsciously shows the sign of looking like someone just kicked his puppy—except he is the puppy, with drooping ears and eyes lit up when he meets you. This big puppy loves being spoiled with all the attention you can shower him. He doesn't understand why he feels as if you're a really big part of his world and revolving around it with him being in the middle, dizzy yet intoxicating... But it feels only right because it's you. At the same time, he's unaware that most of these muddled black feelings can harm you in the process. Elliot is gullible, he doesn't have any love experiences and that may be the only flaw you could think of. For that same reason, he will also take matters into his own hands on deciding things he misunderstands/hasn't yet understand for you. The example would be when you look the slightest bit uncomfortable with someone. Well, that person will go down behind the scenes now.

Elliot thinks if you cause him to feel that many feelings, you must really need him as the only one you can be happy with, the only one you can depend on—the only... everything for you, then you're just the same as him! No sweat! He knows just the way to make it better, thus he tries his best to reciprocate your feelings childishly or boldly so that you don't need to care about anything and anyone else. He can be categorized into the obsessive and delusional group in a nearly same lever as Peter yet akin to Blood's method. Being selfish in more ways than one included with his clueless nature is troubling. All the more when Elliot doesn't have a need to understand and wanting to do all kinds of things with you as it's just normal.

You would never look wrong to someone who sees you as the apple of their eye. But if you do end up choosing to leave (a mistake if he knows one), Elliot can always turn things into the right direction back.

Rival: Julius

ᵀʷᵉᵉᵈˡᵉ ᴰᵉᵉ & ᴰᵘᵐ

The twins are a force to be reckoned with, especially when it's involving the person they like. Dee & Dum both decide to label you as their favourite person the moment you keep playing along with their shenanigans while still having a moral compass. It's more of a plus if you're so mature-like! Wondering how long that compass will still be intact makes them really want to mess you around (figuratively) that you won't care about which one is good or bad anymore as long as you count on their twisted trustworthy perception.

Demanding and not even tame for what may look like children, simultaneously maintaining an innocent tone with a bamboozling purpose are the known popular characteristics of them. The twins want to spend the time with you doing anything following their whims to what they're in the mood for (you won't have a say in this unless you're strong enough to oppose them). But don't worry! You're guaranteed to have fun doing it. If not? Well, they just have to switch to another activity! It's also quite okay if you can't choose between them! They're pros at juggling the time shared with you and having a fixed schedule just won't cut it! Oh, you want to date them in their adult forms? Of course, they would allow it! Even if it's doubtful that they're going to be loyal to your expectations. All they know their whole life–expectations are there to be crushed down, like breaking rules. Isn't life just fun that way? They live for your vulnerable and joyful expressions.

Despite both of them having you for their amusement, they're still attached to you—to how you see them as. It doesn't help when they are good friends with Boris and work under the Mafia family, making a possessive-sadistic-obsessive triple combo out of the Bloody Twins. They would cut down and fight any person interrupting even a millisecond of your time with them, with no questions nor warning that it's becoming a daily routine. But, your eyes are always going to be protected from the sight by one of them. You won't have to see the process, you can appreciate the pile of cut-up bodies' handiwork they'll show later~ any of your positive reactions or criticism are valued!

Don't die out on them any soon for they'll always protect you just fine!

Rival: Elliot

𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘳e𝘺

Doesn't give a damn about your efforts in getting close to him. A warning a few times, and two important rules to not bother him too much and mess with the things he have is all you need to keep in mind. At that, you're pretty much free to do anything; talk about your day, complain about your day, watch him work, help him, or just keep him company—as long as you don't mind Julius not being that responsive or talkative.

(Does pay attention and would give you his undivided interest if you sound like you really need it). You've made quite a remarkable impression in his life. It dawns on him suddenly when all the indications of your presence he hears, feels, and sees, isn't there that one time you're out. It feels weird and even more so when you live in the Clocktower, as it's just normal for you to be there. Why would you even need to go out and leave him wondering about the distress he feels anyway...? You're the one who causes it in the first place. Once he knows the severity of his feelings, Julius might have to prevent you from going anywhere near him or his room for the time being with the help of Ace. Which he'll be very glad to do so since dear Julius won't come to terms with his feelings, Ace will have you alone to himself anyway! Isn't that a great idea? You and Ace together while Julius is left alone undisturbed... it's a win-win for all!

In the end, Julius keeps you back with him right after Ace taunts him and threatens to slice your head off (being the villain he is). There's no choice, now Julius knows there's another thing he can't count on the untrustworthy knight anymore. Behind your back, a silent agreement is rolling out since from there on, you somehow always got tangled in between things where Julius has to act the brave knight in shining armour only to let Ace off the hook yet again with a few scolding. The clockmaker—while you're sure is harmless and won't actually hurt you beyond that cold exterior, you don't know how he's obsessively manipulating you to take the initiative and confess first so he can confirms on how far are you willing to go for him ...you'll truly regret doing that won't you, now?

He knows he's not the best choice for you, that's why Julius is lenient and respect your boundaries. (Silently thinking it would be very irresponsible if you just outright leave and let Julius clean up after his your own mess when you're already staying this long). Either way, whether you choose to go or stay, it would be his responsibility to bear so you can proceed for your choice without regrets. Just don't look back for him if you leave, please. He won't be able to bear the sight.

Rival: ...none.

#yandere x reader #nara.yanhwehepost #yandere imagines #male yandere x reader #hnkna imagines #heart no kuni no alice #alice in the country of hearts #narawritechances

[tomatette]

A Challenge if you wish to accept it - Clever Person!!!

Kylux fic of your choice with this as a title -

"Through the Sound Barrier in an Airing Cupboard"

Up to you if you would like to make it funny or sweet or angsty or just plain DAFT - whatever you write will be amazin I am sure...

Oh - and BONUS - if you can get these pictures into the story some how - ???

Enjoyyyyyyyyyyy

The New Republic has recently broken the official Guinness Galaxy Hyperdrive Speed Record which … not good. Supreme Leader Snoke decides that this is unacceptable and has to be remedied. Hence he sends his most trusted (speak: most annoying) subordinates to take care of that matter: General Hux and Kylo Ren.

With the First Order currently being in a somewhat tight spot financially, he can't provide our two heroes with a proper vessel (Starkiller was fucking expensive, thank you very much!). But, fear not, he has ordered them at rent-a-ship. Granted, it's a little older, but still in tip-top-shape, or so he's heard, and it even comes with a crew. Hux and Ren are not particularly thrilled when they arrive on board of the Enterprise, a Constitution Class starship that was already "vintage" when the Empire was still thriving. How are they supposed to break a speed record in this old heap of scrap metal?

Of course, they're blaming each other. Should Hux, as an engineer, not be able to tweak the hyperdrive engines a bit? And Ren? Didn't he grow up on the Millennium Falcon? He should know a thing or two about flying junk heaps, shouldn't he?

Their heated arguments shake the whole ship (see exhibit A) and them both to the core. And since tears on the bridge are not allowed (see exhibit B), they both have to flee (separately) to the bathroom (the same one) adjacent to the bridge.

Where they discover a couple of very interesting things.

The hyperdrive of the ship is situated in the back of this very bathroom instead of the engine room in the lower decks.

Said hyperdive is connected to an airing cupboard which provides the bridge crew on duty with fantastically warm and fluffy towels (which Hux is totally planning on installing on Starkiller Base 1.2, because the idea is, frankly, ingenious).

They are madly attracted to each other's red-rimmed eyes and snotty noses.

Blowjobs in the bathroom adjacent to the bridge ensue (which force the crew to use a far less conveniently situated bathroom - a fact that doesn't do much to improve morals). They realize they don't actually care about this whole speed record business. Or for Supreme Leader Snoke or the First Order for that matter. So they decide to take the Enterprise (which will cost Snoke his collateral har har) and go on their own adventure.

They'll probably fight a lot, but at least they'll always have warm and fluffy towels at their disposal. The End.

#ask game #the fic title game #this was a challenge lmao #the #the secondary title of this fic: #Snot Tears and Semen

[thechekhov]

Is it normal for a gay man who wasn't and isn't afraid of coming out to have a big dislike for the gay community? I feel both sexual and romantic attraction, but I neither have disposal to keep a romance with someone or want to get too physical with someone I'm not too intimate with, but other gay men I've came across still annoy me saying It'll be different when I lose fear and that I shouldn't conceal my feelings. I'm really tired of it and ended I stopped saying I'm gay to avoid these people.

It sounds to me like you're just tired of other people randomly telling you how to feel.

Which is completely understandable because constantly having someone go 'oh, don't worry, I know YOU better than YOU :)' would piss off just about anyone. I have met those people people, and I didn't want to spend time with them either!

By my reckoning, it has less to do with them being gay men and more to do with them fostering that 'I know you better than you know yourself' attitude. Now, that may be more prevalent in your local gay community, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's going to be the same anywhere you go. Correlation doesn't always mean causation, you know?

It should be up to you where you go and how you involve yourself - that goes for ANY community. LGBTQIA, or biker gangs, or sports bars, or ANYTHING.

If you wanted to completely stop involving yourself in the community for the rest of your life, I'd understand that decision. But keep in mind that the gay community is large and varied, and full of reasonable and not-pushy people. The gay men you've met are pushing THEIR expectations and generalizations onto you. It would be kind of a shame for you to then do the same thing to the rest of the global community.

But what the hell do I know? I'm not the authority on it.

Just go live your life, dude. Do whatever feels most comfortable for you. You're not hurting anyone.

#chekhov answers #idk why this is an advice column now but

[yandere-bastard]

Platonic yandere fairy gender neutral reader <3 (no read over its lazy sorry <3)

You were so young, so frail, well at least to them. They lurked in the shadows of the woods and there were many shadows at their disposal. You weren't hard working or strong or smart like you family seemed to be; you were sickly and weak and although you loved nature you ultimately were a indoor kinda kid. sometimes though, sometimes when you're older sister and mother fought and your dad was at work and your younger brother was at his friends house, sometimes you ran. You didn't run with a single purpose you would sprint as fast and hard as you could deeper and deeper into the fantasy like yet so menacing forest and you wanted to bury yourself in. Although it was supposed to be occasional. a cure for those big fights people have, it became less occasional, monthly to weekly to almost 4 times a week. Your health began to deteriorate and the shadows of the forest felt as though they were creeping up on you more and more. You think maybe you think too much, you're too poetic and dream filled but you still wish someone could save you.

They did want to save you, you just didn't know. the mass-less body they used curled around the trees following you. They contorted in jagged shapes unnatural ways shadows shouldn't move they follow you even as you stop. they're behind you, and suddenly you feel the presence of another you hadn't noticed before, it was them but you didn't know that, you didn't know they had been there for ages either.

They speak as you turn around, they apologize for scaring you and ask for your name, you have no reason to be concerned so you say it, it's only your first name so does it even matter really. They smiled in turn a smile more cruel then kind as it had been moments before. You saw how their eye's followed you, and you did what you seem best at, you ran. They didn't even put up a chase almost instantly fading into the tree filled horizon. You made it home locking the doors behind you hiding inside again. You didn't go outside anymore, not unless it was out the front and only to go somewhere else imminently. You weren't smart like your family wanted but you weren't stupid either, until you forgot that is; It was a bigger fight that normal things were being thrown and both your parents were involved with your sister, and you panicked.

You were sprinting deep into the forest before you could think twice, and before you even had time to regret your decision the mysterious person stood before you again, they were inhuman pale and thin and tall almost ghostly, almost demonic. They called your name like a siren song pulling you in forcefully, you stumble your way into their arms against your better judgment. you're quickly encased in their long arms clawed fingers gripping into your arms, you quickly feel yourself fading from consciousnesses words are being spoken and you cannot hear them.

Coming back to in a place you'd never seen was both expected and unexpected, you had hopped it was a dream but now as you look around it seems so whimsical and not evil. The one from before walks into the room, or more closely glides as their feet are covered and the movements forwards show no signs of their feet. Instantly their demonic demeanor fades into a softer one similar to the first meeting but so much less human all the same. They comfort you and relish in your existence in a way no one ever has it makes you feel wanted but you still pull away, until the foggy feeling and the siren song of your name return suddenly your cheek is resting on their shoulder as they large body coils around you, and you are unable to move you manage to process some one-sided conversation going on but the words are in one ear and out the other they didn't seem to care though even as you fade out again.

Awaking for a second time the room is the same and the kidnapper is sitting by your bed. They begin happily talking about everything you should do now that you have no where to run to, you understand fully, the day you met the day you gave them your name was the very day you sealed your fate, a new world would be left to explore with your new parent? you're not sure they don't seem to care as they continued talking focused or not.

#platonic yandere #yandere parent #yandere #idk what this is #for funsies

[capcavan]

Oh no you're completely right he a pathetic PERSON I just mean that you have to be able to see him as a threat BECAUSE of that. Like he is throwing a tantrum that Will get people killed the way children break toys. That's WHY it's hard to write him in a way that both has every single one of his plans fail (which, in the canon, almost none do because he is so unpredictable in his moods) AND doesn't feel like Neil could just have killed him this whole time. Which is why it's more of a problem in AUs, because tweaking the circunstances around Riko that allow him to mantain his delusion of power can just crumble his entire character. You can't give him real power but you also can't make it so he has NO protection, even if he is always going to be ultimately disposable to those who do protect him now

Worddddd

I will tell you a secret

It really boils down to respecting your tools

As a writer you can't characterize person as a threat just to turn them into a joke and giving riko actual footing would be considered giving him respect and people who just want to humiliate him as their bargain bin version of therapy session will not do that.

And yes I love this angle - dangerous because unpredictable - dangerous because he does not have a lot to lose- it's sad riko got shot when be did because he got shot at a point where he could have developed either in better person or someone so much worse

- riko did not kill Jean during his breakdown( I really hope we will see this scene in tsc ) because he still wanted to keep Jean on raven team ( wchih I call bushit I feel like jean shouldn't be able to play or walk after that beatdown BC again Jean making recovery kind of paints riko as lesser threat in direct sense )

- riko wanted to kill Neil only after he lost the game . He lost with ravens and it was the last thing he had to lose

The broken hand is really after thought in the equation BC he got murdered too soon to know if it would make him unable to play or not but the game being lost pushed him off the edge already

So yeah at that point he had nothing too lose .. other than his life I guess :) shame !

Also for AU's and fanworks there's the issue of people making Andrew and Neil op, people tend to idealize them and make Andrews 150 short ass into terminator he is not. Andrew is a kid from juvie standing on a goal not world class powerlifter with combat training.

Riko is certainly not dumb or weak the things that hold him back are the way his trauma and upbringing made him unable to acknowledge other people as posing a real threat

But being smart and strong are positive qualities and we can't have that under his resume

#riko moriyama #aftg #all for the game

[countrymusiclover]

38 - Switching Date Plans

Part 39

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Tossing the covers off of myself the sun was just starting to rise when I got out of the bed and got dressed for the day. Putting my hair up in a high ponytail I slipped on a black sweatshirt paired with some light blue jeans and white tenna shoes. Leaving the mansion I vamped to the front door about to step outside but when my hand touched the sunlight it burnt. Vamping back against the staircase I heard my husband’s voice. “I was afraid of that happening after you said you put your magic away.”

“I'm in no mood for a lecture from you, Niklaus.” I huffed, slumping my shoulders.

He stands in front of the fireplace, arms crossed over his chest. “It seems I do need to lecture you. You placed your magic away without talking with me first.”

“Um how about it's the fact that it's my magic!” I raised my voice, flashing my fangs at my husband.

Klaus shakes his head at me. He walked over to me keeping some distance between the two of us. “Fine, poor choice of words on my part. But I figured that this would happen. You took away your powers to not burn in the sun.”

“Okay so that just means I need a daylight ring. Shouldn't be a problem since we have so many witches at our disposal. Good day to you, Mr. Mikaelson.” I snapped vamping towards the door but he got in front of me blocking me inside the mansion.

He stared down at me, not moving. “Raelyn, I am not letting you leave until we talk this out.”

“You think you can stop me, ha what can you offer me that I can’t get on my own.” Putting my hands on my hips I laughed thinking he could control me. I assumed he would have learned his lesson after all these years we have spent together.

He reached inside his jacket drawing out a ring with a golden gemstone in the center, holding it between his thumb and index finger. “I had Missy spell you a ring last night. But I will only give it to you if you sit down and explain to me what made you think that you had to give up your magic.”

“Come on, Nik. Don’t be ridiculous…ah!” I reached for it but he tossed it into his other hand and held it above my head.

He tilted his head to the side. “I want you to remember that you said you would never give up your magic. You said as long as you could be with me you’d never do something so reckless.”

“And I also believed that I could be an actual queen like you promised me. Yet we live in the real world, don’t have crowns and don’t live or own a castle.”

The hybrid eyed his wife silently for a moment. He promised he would offer her the entire world at her feet if she wished for it. Yet he couldn't wrap his head around why he did something like this. She was nicknamed his heretic queen after all. “Let me show that you have more control over yourself than you realize.”

“But we know I'm a Ripper. Ripper's don't have self control.” I told my husband.

Klaus takes my hand in his, slipping the ring on my right ring finger. “I'll be here to pull you back in case you've forgotten. Once you can become one with your full vampire side you will have nothing to fear.”

“I don’t fear my vampire side, Nik. It's my witch one.” I mumbled before he held my face in his hands.

He rested his forehead against mine. “Both are connected, Raelyn. One cannot work without the other. You were meant to be a vampire and witch. Like I was meant to be a werewolf vampire hybrid.”

“You're right about that but I need time to myself now. I need to just be an ordinary vampire for a while.” Vamping around him I placed my hand on the door handle flinging it opened about to leave.

Klaus turned around watching me. “Where are you going?”

“To find the only friend I have who is just an ordinary vampire. Caroline Forbes.” I replied, vamping out of his sight.

Klaus ran his fingers through his hair needing to fix his wife. He knew she could handle herself but she wasn't her true self at this moment. He needed to find a way to convince her to take her magic back…but he had no clue where to start. He assumed his sister or Valerie most likely would have some answers.

Missy’s Pov

Sitting outside of the high school I was waiting for Ethan since his school day was about to be over with. Alina was still recovering in the hospital after giving birth. Hope was off somewhere doing something with Landon. Henrik was at the boarding school with my younger twin siblings leaving me basically on my own for the evening. The school doors opened with a whole bunch of people coming out but he found me sitting on the hood of his truck. “Hey M & M, this is a surprise.”

“Hey E, I got out of class early and my family is off doing their own things. So I thought I'd come steal you away for the weekend.” I jumped down from his truck, hugging him gently.

He smiled where I squeezed him back softly. “What did you have in mind?”

“There's this old lake house that used to belong to my moms friend Elena Gilbert that her family owned. But she doesn’t use it that much.” I shrugged my shoulders standing in front of him.

Ethan sent me a cheeky smile. “That sounds like fun. Is it just us going?’

“Yep.” I said climbing into the passenger seat and he got in the drivers seat.

He started the truck engine. “Oh I forgot to ask how is your sister after having her baby?”

“She’s resting in the hospital. Has a baby boy named Xavier.” I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Taking it out it was my dad video calling me. “Hey dad, what do you need?”

“I need you to babysit your younger siblings for a few days while I follow your mother to go meet up with Caroline.”

Ethan and I shared the same confused look. “Uh dad, quick question. Does mom know you are going to follow her to basically spy on her?”

“Well not entirely. But that isn’t important. I need you to babysit for me.” He cut me off.

I sighed leaning back in my seat not really wanting to stay home here for the weekend. “Dad, I would normally be up for it. It's just this weekend I was going to hang out with Ethan.”

“He's a good mate. He can come over to the mansion and babysit with you.” He still wasn't listening and wouldn't take no for an answer.

“Dad, I just said I don't feel like babysitting and mom won't be happy your following her considering she doesn't want to take her magic back just yet. You should respect what she wants.”

My father growled, flashing his werewolf eyes. “Melissa, this is not a debate.”

“It's okay Mr. Mikaelson. We can watch the young kiddos.” Ethan takes my phone from my hands pointing the camera at himself rather than me.

My father nodded while hanging up the phone. “Thank you, Mr. Machado.”

Ethan and I made our way over to my parents mansion and I already saw that my father had left with his phone and car keys to track my mother against what she asked him to do. Shutting the front door Ethan sat his bag by it when I huffed heading up the stairs. “I think we would be having so much more fun at the lake house than babysitting two toddlers and a kid.”

“Hey don’t worry about it. I don’t mind what we do as long as we can hang out together.” He responded walking beside where I opened the bedroom door of my twin siblings.

Pausing in the doorway I gasped not expecting to see a certain someone inside of our house. “Aunt Bonnie!”

“Long time no see, Missy.” She turned on her feet holding baby Charming in her hands leaving Rapunzel down in the crib.

I covered my mouth running to her after she laid my brother back in the crib embracing me in the same level of energy. “I can’t believe you’re here right now. Wait, why are you?”

“Your mother told me about the little ones trying to use their magic recently. I thought I should try to figure out their powers before calling Valerie back into town since she just saved your mother’s life with the Hollow.” Bonnie explains looking over my shoulder. “Who’s the boy?”

Ethan nervously waved to her. “Hi uh…I’m Ethan. Missy and I are dating.”

“He’s human and goes to Mystic Falls. But don’t worry he knows about the basics of the supernatural world.” I reassured her once we had broken the long time needed hug.

The falls witch smiled sitting down on the ground grabbing some candles and some blood that she had gotten from pricking each babies fingers. Ethan and I slowly sat down in the circle with her. She snapped her fingers lighting the candles around us. “Just so we’re clear, nothing that we find out can leave this room, Ethan. People in this town aren’t very good with finding out supernatural creatures live among them.”

“I understand. We’re in this together.” Ethan reached for my hand and I smiled, slipping my hands into my aunts, focusing my attention on the spell we needed to do.

Bonnie sighed, slumping her shoulders. “Just repeat after me….Phasmatos physium calva, Phasmatos physium cavla.”

“Agh! Uh Bonnie, is it supposed to hurt this much?” I questioned wincing while I kept my eyes shut. There were flashes of storm clouds and lightning appearing in my mind. I also saw two young kids who resembled my younger siblings and when they turned around I saw black energy coming from Charming's hand but bright gold energy from Rapunzel.

Ethan grabbed my shoulders yanking me backwards and Bonnie hit the bookshelf behind her needing to catch her breath too. “Missy! What the hell did you see in that spell, you and Bonnie both looked ready to pass out.”

“I don’t believe what I saw. It can’t be possible, Aunt Bonnie. Rapunzel being born good and Charming having dark magic.” Brushing my hair up into a mess I laid my head against Ethan’s chest.

The small town witch had finally caught her breath not knowing what to say to the young heretic across from her. She sat upright against the bookshelf still processing it herself before she ever responded. “I’m sorry, Missy. But this type of magic doesn’t lie. We have to tell your parents when they get back.”

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