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malina-33 · 9 months

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Femme like you - Chapter 1

Summary: You are the new tour manager for Arctic Monkeys during The Car era. You are practically the only girl in the team, also younger than the rest (27), so your skills are immediately called into question. In particular, by the frontman who is not used to being led by a woman.

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Warning: age gap

A/N: Hi, you all!!! I'm so thrilled and excited to do this kind of stuff, but it feels like I'm making my dream come true. This series won't be very long even though I have an eye-watering number of moments I want to release in this fic, but English isn't my first language and it's pretty tough to write in it (so if you find any mistakes don't be afraid to text me and correct). I spent a lot of time to write this small opening chapter, that’s why following parts won't appear regularly, but I promise to uptade them every 2-3 weeks! They will definitely be longer that the opener😉

I read a lot of works with Alex, 'cause my addiction doesn't seem to disappear, so this idea just popped in my head and I couldn't resist. Never thought that I would be an author, not a reader in Tumblr, but voila - here I am. I really expect you to love it❤️

And yes, I know that their current tour manager is Steven Champan, but for the story I changed it slightly, hope you won't mind :)

“James, seriously?” Alex looked away in bewilderment from the bottle of Hennessy to Ford.

“More than you can imagine” producer chuckled. “I will be with my family in Scotland, I haven’t seen them in a while, and she will replace me for the UK and European parts only, it’s about one and a half months”.

Turner looked him up and down with a displeased look, still sitting on the couch with a bottle in his hands “That’s ridiculous. She has never worked with us! She will break into all our well-established processes, not knowing the specifics of the work and will only interfere. We'll make it on our own, not the first time, man, huh?” Alex decided to soften his tone a little to appease his friend and cutely knitted his eyebrows.

“Al, you are being childish. C’mon, we have already agreed on everything, she is a good specialist, don't let yourself be deceived by her appearance” Ford threw a jacket over his shoulders, silently saying that the conversation is over.

“Just because she's your friend's daughter doesn't mean she's good!” The singer spat out the last argument hoping to reach out to the conscience of their producer.

“Give her a chance, you won't be disappointed” James said mysteriously, closing the door quietly behind him and leaving the disgruntled frontman alone with his obsessive thoughts.

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You sat in your car in the parking lot in front of the Domino Records headquarters, nervously clutching a Starbucks cup. There were still 20 minutes before the meeting, but you arrived early. All the documents had already been signed, the agreements had been discussed, but the most thrilling moment remained - the meeting with the group itself and the technical crew.

When James Ford, your father's old friend from university and at the same time music producer for Arctic Monkeys, called you several weeks ago with an unusual request, you simply didn't have a chance to refuse. You've been dreaming of working in this industry since 16, especially since you adored this group and were at their concerts six times. Being their manager for one part of the 7th album tour sounded like a fantasy, but here you are, sitting in front of their label building, where you have a meeting with the musicians. If you caught the lucky girl syndrome, then you definitely didn’t want to let it go. At least not now.

From the trance into which you plunged by shaking coffee in the cup, you were brought out by the deafening creak of tires on asphalt. You immediately snapped out and looked in the rearview mirror. An elegant Cadillac whistled and stopped 3 parking lots away from you just passing the dividing line.

You weren't stupid not to realize whose car it was. The passenger got out, slamming the door sharply. He was wearing a beige trousers and matching jacket with black vest underneath, translucent red aviators were on despite a cloudy day. Paying no attention to your car and not even bothering to close his, a man quickly walked inside the building.

You followed the door closed behind Alex Turner itself with a blank look, finished your coffee in one gulp and also got out of the car, taking your purse from the passenger seat. Having heard about his "punctuality", you assumed that everyone else had already arrived, so you walked to the building as well. "There's no point in delaying this moment, let's start early" you bravely told yourself.

The studio in southwest London wasn't as big as you expected it to be. The guard pointed you to room 14, saying that you were already awaited. Inside, the bright corridors were hung with rare photographs, including images of early Monkeys' concerts. You smiled slightly as you looked at the photos of four young people laughing with their hands in their pockets. "Nice time" you thought.

You didn't really understand why you were so inflamed. You are all adults, lads have been warned about the change in management in advance so it won’t be a surprise for them, what could be the problem? You had enough work experience to know what to do, you were excellently good-looking and successful, then why did your palms sweat? Immersed in your thoughts you didn’t notice that you had reached the end of the corridor and stopped at the half-open door, from behind which quiet voices could be heard.

“Oi, she better buy me a bottle of beer on the way, my head hurts after yesterday. Why did I come so early, gosh?”

“It's been 5 minutes since you've been here, and you've already blown my mind’’. Seemed that it was Matt.

"I prefer to come sober to meetings scheduled in advance, but for the future I will keep in mind to see you no earlier than Tuesday, Mr. Turner”. Maybe it wasn’t the best greeting phrase, but you just couldn't resist. When you entered the room with these words, 7 surprised pairs of eyes met your figure. Alex, Matt and Nick were sitting on a leather sofa in the center of the room, Jamie was pouring water into a glass at a side table, Steven was sitting in a chair talking to Ben, who was reclining on the arm of this chair, behind them was a man whose name you didn’t know.

"I'm sorry," you quickly became embarrassed, realizing how inappropriate those words sounded. Silence reigned in the room for a few seconds, but was quickly interrupted by the awkward coughing of that same unfamiliar man. "Um guys, this is your new tour manager for these two months, Y/N Y/S" He said softly enough, stepping out from behind the chair and holding out his hand for you. "I'm Marcus, James' assistant, the rest you should know".

"Yeah, right, he told me about you, I'm very glad to meet you," and carefully shifting your gaze to the others you added "everyone".

You stood in your knee-length leather boots, denim shorts and an oversized cream-colored jacket not knowing what to do with the burning eyes on your persona.

"Actually, I brought a homemade cider as an ice-breaker, it's in my trunk, so after the official part of the meeting we can try it. Not beer, but still tasty," you said with an apologetic smile, trying your last attempt to ease the conversation. The room froze in silence once again, and in this moment Matt laughed out loud, slapping his knee and throwing head back on the headboard. Jamie and Nick joined him, smiling broadly, while Ben, Steven, and Marcus chuckled hoarsely as they looked at each other. Only Alex remained frowning as he continued to scan your figure.

"I like her already! Great move, miss Y/S" Matt said, obviously being amazed.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you sat down in the chair Marcus offered you. He was noticeably younger than the others, near your age, which immediately made you sympathize with him.

"Well, when we finally got to know each other, let's get down to business. As you all know James is on an unscheduled vacation due to family circumstances. Hence we are going to work with Miss Y/S in UK and Europe festivals, while I will assist her. I know that Y/N discussed with James all the main points about dates, places and stuff, but now we have to delve into details of the organization process itself. Ben and I will explain the tech part and the lads will share their preferences" Steven began the discussion by leaning a little closer to the center of your improvised circle. He seemed to be a very wise and at the same time charismatic man. Attractive, but platonically.

“Sorry, may I interrupt before we start” It sounded more like a statement from Alex. “How old are you, once again?"

"I'm 27, Mr. Turner. And let's make it clear, since this still raises questions. Yes, I'm quite young relative to you and indeed a stranger to your team. But I've known James for a long time, as well as your work, whose main fan I have been since 18. I have been in show business for 7 years now and worked with Maneskin at the very beginning of their career. It’s not difficult for me to provide my CV if necessary, but I’m here because I sincerely want to help my father's friend and ensure that you have the most comfortable atmosphere during your stay in Europe. I have an idea what it's like to be on tour for a year, I understand how tired you are, and that you need conditions for rest and creation. So I'll let you do your job without the interference and you’ll give me freedom to do my work properly, I'm sure we both do it very well, especially since you are not the only one, Mr. Turner, who can make a show out of nothing”. At these words the drummer whistled, turning to the gloomy vocalist, but you continued “I’m really extremely happy to be a part of Arctic Monkeys team, for me this is a great opportunity to test myself and work with such big people like you. So I don't see any problems in our interaction, taking into account that I'm here temporarily.

You glanced at the men with a soft, but tenacious look, catching your breath “Didn't seem to miss anything at this point, deal?”

Steven was the first to answer, smiling paternally at you and accepting your little speech. You also noticed that Turner shook his head, but smirked to himself, which relaxed your muscles a bit. If you didn't get along from the first sentence, then at least you can establish a normal business relationship. You understood that the nature of a rock star is unpredictable, following the development of the group and the change in the image of the frontman for many years, but you couldn't imagine that he would talk so irritably to new people. Yes, he certainly behaved ugly, but you also started the dialogue with a caustic comment. Apparently, you deserve each other.

After the temperature in the room dropped and everyone took a more relaxed posture, you began to discuss current tasks. Your first gig will be in Bristol on May 29th, so you have two weeks to get ready. In fact, everything has already been done even before the start of the whole tour. Now your duty is only to coordinate the setlists with the guys for each performance, to make sure that all agreements with venues are fulfilled, the rider is completed, the equipment is working properly, the buses are ordered, the hotels have confirmed the reservation, and the whole team has arrived safe and sound. Okay, maybe it's not so little, but you're ready for any challenge. This is your passion after all.

You will ride in a separate minivan with the management team, and not with the guys, which in general wasn’t a big surprise for you, but in hotels you will be provided with a separate room, unlike the rest of the staff, who live in double suits. You didn't know what caused such generosity, but you were pleased anyway. You talked for about an hour, agreeing to meet again at the sound check in a week, and then only before leaving for Bristol. During this time you will have to study all the venues, call the transport company and confirm the details of the trips.

Your meeting ended on a positive note, the guys were asking you about your life, your education and hobbies, you said that you had been dancing professionally for many years and even took up drumming at the university, to which Matt happily promised to give you lessons, triumphant that he finally met someone who doesn't play the guitar, but the drums.

“Be careful, Matthew, if it turns out that she is more talented than you, we’ll replace you without any hesitation. She looks better” Nick joked and immediately got the middle finger in response from the drummer. Even Alex genuinely smiled, looking back at the friend.

"Oh, don't worry, it's unlikely. But as for the cider I wasn't joking, at least I'm definitely good at that"

"Wait, did you make it yourself?" surprised Ben.

"Yes, I live in the suburbs of London and have my own small garden, I make cider for friends during the season"

"You know what, I'm already tired of this stuffy room, you say it's in your trunk?" Matt, confirming his status as the most talkative member of the group, stood up impatiently, stretching his stiff limbs.

"Yes, let's go and give it a try" you said, also getting up from your chair. “Who is with us?” you raised an eyebrow in question and the answer was six men who rose to their feet.

"Definitely need a smoke” murmured Alex in addition, patting his pockets for a pack of cigarettes.

“Damn, where did James find her?” you heard Jamie's question addressed to Steven as you left the room with Matt and couldn’t hold back a short, but self-satisfied smirk. "That's not the last ace in the hole, Jamie" flashed through your head.

"I'm asking the same question" but instead of Champan, the voice was given by Alex.

"Al, will you calm down today or not? Did yesterday's booze give you such a headache?" Cook hissed almost angrily.

But you didn’t hear the answer, moving away along the corridor to the exit.

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When all the lads came out from the studio, you and Matt had already taken a wooden case with 12 bottles of cider out of the trunk of your white Range Rover and put it on the hood. Coming closer, Alex threw a jacket over his shoulders and took out cigarettes, offering you one.

"I don't smoke, thanks," you replied calmly. He arched an eyebrow in surprise and took a pipe of tobacco between his lips. “You better start, darling” He took a quick puff, blowing smoke in your face, and looked intently from under his eyelashes. Despite the sweet name, from his lips it sounded somehow humiliating. You didn't answer, turning around and taking one of the bottles, silently passing it to him. He thanked you, and you gave each man a bottle as well. "For the new leg of the tour! Cheers!" Steven exclaimed, raising the bottle in the air and you all clinked glasses together.

The eight of you stood in the parking lot next to your car. You and Marcus leaned on the hood, Chapman nestled next to your right, and the guys were in front of you. You stayed in pleasant silence, interrupted by the chirping of birds from a nearby square and breezes of the wind that swayed your styling. Satisfied sigh followed by Marcus and Jamie, which made you laugh cutely.

"Enjoy?" you asked playfully, taking a sip.

"Y/N, that's amazing! I’ve never thought our team would feel so acutely short of a personal alcohol supplier" Jamie savored the taste, taking small sips.

"It's only 6% alcohol, I brought this one on purpose, knowing that you will most likely be driving. But there is also 12% sort in my basement, so in case of anything, you know where to find me"

"Actually not, but for the sake of such a case, we will definitely get your address from James" Nick answered cheerfully.

You spent 20 more minutes talking about the process of making an apple brew and sharing your alcohol tastes. “What a topic to discuss” you hummed to yourself. Eventually you gave Ben, Marcus, Jamie, and Matt one more bottle, promising to bring more of 12% sort to the concert, and you were about to leave when suddenly your phone rang. A dark and mystical tune played from the back pocket of your shorts.

"Woah, that’s pretty old one" Alex said with unexpected liveliness.

"One of my favorites from yours" you replied quickly, pulling out the device. It was James. You decided to call him back when you would be alone, so you dropped the call, texting him that you would call back later.

"Hey Al, we haven't played it in a while. What do you think, mate?" Matt asked conspiratorially, giving him a little nudge on the shoulder.

"We’ll see, I think it's possible. NME will especially rejoice at this, still considering it insanely vulgar" the singer rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smiling.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Turner? Whose propeller is it then?" you grinned as you took an empty box and returned it to the trunk of the jeep.

"Miss Y/S, don't make me doubt your foresight as well" to your surprise, he came over to help you close the tailgate. You dusted your hands and shifted awkwardly from one foot to another, being locked between the car and the frontman. You could literally see wrinkles around his eyes and cider-wet lips that now were gently stirring.

"Who called?" the man asked more quietly than usual. "Uh, James, I think I should call him as soon as possible"

"Yeah, most likely" Turner reluctantly backed away from you, letting you through, and you walked to the driver's door.

"Well, guys, I was very glad to see you, I'm sure fruitful work awaits us!" you smiled reassuringly, swaying from heel to toe from jitters and excitement from upcoming events.

"See you in a bit, Miss Y/S, I will send you all our numbers and other necessary contacts tonight. Sleep enough these days, you will soon miss it" Steven winked and extended his hand to you for a handshake, so you answered him willingly.

“Goodbye, guys, see ya!” you only waved at other lads as you climbed onto the running board and sat inside the car. The Rover started with a pleasant growl, vibrating under your hands. You drove off, leaving the men in the parking lot, but noticing one fixed look of chocolate eyes in the rearview mirror. You attributed the recognition of the color of his eyes to a million views of concert photos on the Internet, but not to those few seconds near the trunk when you smelled his cigarette breath on your face.

That will be a roller-coaster indeed

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A/N: Please, let me know what do you think about this duo, what are you expecting from them, what do you want to read in the next chapter? Let's get to know each other better in comments - how long are you in fandom, what are your favorite type of fics and etc? Your feedback is my force to write, love you and stay tuned - a big adventure is going to happen 🤭❣️

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shrenvents · 7 months

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Is This What You Wanted

Chapter three of the Miracle Aligner series

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Alex's POV

Reluctantly, my eyes peel open to reveal a bright daze of sunlight, seeping through the blinds of my hotel suite. I slowly shift and stretch my aching limbs, completely disoriented. Symptoms of a hangover begin to arise and I groan in discomfort.

Rising to my feet, I head to the restroom, paying no mind to the clothes that littered my bedroom floor. It was only until I glanced at the mirror that was I reminded of the night before.

Red bruises decorated my chest to my jaw. Though, one spot in particular was more significant than the rest: a bite mark that covers the left side of my neck. My lips part loosely at the sight.

Suddenly, my skull starts pounding as visions of last night's events cloud my mind.

1:57 am

After roughly swiping my key card, the force of Jennie's kiss causes my back to bang against the front door of my room, now awkwardly fiddling with its knob.

The door swings open and I flip our bodies around, backing her towards the bed with urgency. Our moans intermix as our mouths move together fervently and our tongues collide, fighting for dominance. I grip her body for support. I was utterly intoxicated by her cherry taste.

Jennie then rips away from the kiss to take a breath and I instinctively chase after her. My hunger for her was insatiable, and I could tell from the lustful look in her eyes, that the feeling was mutual.

I smirk as I regard her beautifully flushed face, dimly lit by the golden bedside lamp I left on. I affectionately caress the smear of faded lipstick that adorned her lips, and I imagine my own.

I touch my forehead to hers and her eyes flutter closed. I observe her chest rise and fall as we mellow out.

My own chest does the same, my heart hammering widely against my ribs.

"Stunning Red." My compliment makes Jennie's eyes open, peering up. She grins instantly and I shudder at the sight. Her eyes flare with a wicked thought.

Unexpectedly, Jennie drops to her knees in front of me, hands sliding down my chest until they reach my thighs. My jaw drops at once. "Christ," is all I can muster as her hands rise to meet my belt buckle. The clasp opens and I rejoice in the release of my waistband. My head tilts back. When she draws me out of my slacks I whimper, "Jennie."

"Alexander," she replies pleasantly as if she isn't holding my cock in her fist. Becoming exasperated by her attitude, I warn, "Don't start."

"Okay." She politely utters, abruptly dropping her hands from my body. My eyes go wide and my head shoots to look at her knelt-down frame. "Don't be a tease, you know what I meant," I growl at her.

Till I met this woman, I didn't know just how pent-up I'd been. I feel as though I've been unleashed and now need her more than anything.

Without hesitation, I pluck her up from the ground and toss her onto my bed, making her yelp. I briefly gape at her scrambling on her back, shuffling the bed sheets around. Looking at her I demand, "Fuck, tell me what you need."

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"Fuck." I rub my hand coarsely against my slack jaw. My eyes then pop in my reflection. Rushing back to my bed, I behold the empty mattress. Disappointment blackens my chest.

The redhead from yesterday was nowhere to be seen. My shoulders slump in defeat.

Surely last night had not been so bad she had to flee at dawn? From what I could recall, that was not the case. So where had she gone?

Glancing to my right, I take in the mess of papers scattered across my desk. Making my way over to it, I noticed the newfound placement of my sheets meant my lyrics were read by my recent guest. Reading them now, I can't help but be self-conscious. They really were grim, and seeing how things turned out last night, Zach and James had a point.

Millions of ideas were racing through my mind; I couldn't stop the urge I had to sit and write, thinking about what happened hours ago.

"Anything you need, tell him what you're needing."

"Get down on your knees, get down on your knees again."

2:08 am

My bare body flattens against her lush one. I take mental notes of her figure, deliberately engraving every curve to memory.

Jennie flips us around, hovering above me with a sinful grin.

"What 'I' need?" Her sensual voice echoes throughout the room, and I nearly melt into the sheets.

A groan is the only response she receives before slamming our lips together, and I react energetically.

Our bodies interlace and I place one hand between her shoulder blades, and the other through her red locks, gripping it at its roots as my mouth deepens the desperate kiss. Her arm, in turn, wraps behind my neck, embracing me, while the other gropes my tricep. Jennie then wrenches her lips from mine, "What I need is you inside me Alexander."

I stare at her awe-stricken, my thoughts incoherent. To stop myself from almost begging, I attach our lips once again in confirmation. Jennie straddles my waist while her palms enthusiastically roam my body. When our lips break apart, I study her aligning her base with mine, marvelling at how heavenly she looks as she rips open a condom.

I suck in a sharp breath once my tip pierces her entrance.

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"You're hovering above my bed looking down on me."

"Dracula teeth, lipstick on my pillow via my cheek."

I smirk mindlessly at the page.

After two hours of pensive reminisce of yesterday's affair, I devised at least two songs worth of lyrics. I can already visualize the sound for them; their titles are as clear as day, and dedicated to my mystery woman.

My phone's incessant buzzing takes me out of my thoughts. Moving towards my bedside table, I click on the text notifications, ignoring the 27 missed calls covering my lock screen. With a scowl, I begin to read my texts.

8:46 a.m. Zach: Where the fuck are you? I get you're still upset but we've got work to do Al.

9: 27 a.m. Miles: Darling I've been calling you non-stop. Pick up if you're alive.

12:31 a.m. Jaime: OOOIIIIIII

Just before I close the app, I notice a text from an unknown number.

1:03 p.m. (1+416-555-0144): Heyyyyy it's Mickey (the bartender from last night)!! You left your 🎸 here. If you don't come and get it, it may or may not be sold on ebay ;))))

Immediately I wince. After Red took me by surprise, I clearly neglected to remember the $3,000 guitar I travelled with. My favourite guitar. I wail out a cry of frustration. Then I pause. Now I had an excuse to see her again.

I bolt around the room, grasping at clothes left and right, then heaving on my boots. Hurriedly, I search Les Cactus on Google Maps and head straight for the door.

Chapter 4

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indeediagree · 10 months

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We love a good conspiracy theory

#alex turner imagine #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #alex turner #arctic monkeys #fwn era #wpsiatwin #whatever people say i am that's what i'm not #suck it and see #humbug #nick omalley #jamie cook #matt helders #miles kane #andy nicholson

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blair-s-world · 6 months

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Alex Turner - Masterlist

Not a fanfic - Drabble and fluff

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Momentary Synergy - smut

PART 1

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Chroma - series; angst, fluff & smut

Introduction

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Simulation Cartridge - fluff and smut

PART 1 | PART 2

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iamlivingforturner · 1 year

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Say yes to me (part 2)

Warnings: sadness, Injury, blood, dirty joke and swearing

A/n: I decided to make a part 2 because why not and I feel I injured some hearts also if you would like to be tagged in my Alex posts pls lmk!

Angst- fluff xoxo

As soon as y/n arrived home she instantly broke down into tears. Her heart was absolutely shattered after hearing her best friend tell her she wasn’t good enough. It was bad enough watching him flirting with endless women and being as he would say a man slag. She locked her door behind her and walked up the stairs to her room as her phone buzzed with texts from him.

(Alex 🎸)

I’m so sorry y/n, please talk to me.

Y/n? Please I didn’t mean it I was being stupid and I’m so sorry.

Talk? I’m coming over

He’s coming over? Fuck she looked a mess though she didn’t even want to face him. Sitting down at the half broken vanity mirror her mother bought her years ago she scrubbed off what was left of her makeup. Black mascara pasted to her face refusing to scrub off. She looked at herself in the mirror perplexed. ‘not good enough’ the thoughts swirled in her mind like an angry storm and suddenly the aged mirror that half stood on the desk was on the floor shattered in to a million pieces. Fuck. Instantly she dropped to her knees which was a mistake there was now shards in the caps of her knees, she winced in pain.

Three knocks. He knocked always three times but y/n hadn’t opened up. Thank lord for that spare key he always carried, he knew he was being selfish but he wasn’t losing his y/n because of mistaken words he had arrogantly spoke. He unlocked her door and had taken off his leather jacket. “Y/n..” he yelled for her and all he had heard was a little cry of pain from her. He trudged up her stairs and into her room finding his poor best friend in a mess. “Oh darling.. what happened” both his voice and face softened at the girl trying desperately to pull at the glass in her knees. He sat down close to her as she let out an exhausted sob of pain. “I-I dropped the mirror and- now it’s all broke” she said as he cradled her head in the crook of his neck “shh shh it’s okay love I promise, your okay now take a few deep breaths for me” he said trying to console his best friend. “I’m not doing anything for you. Your a dick!” She said angrily pulling away from him. “I know y/n/n, I’m the biggest dick but I’m sorry I should never of said that to you, your my best girl okay and I’d been drinking which isn’t an excuse but just let me help you please” he pleaded with her wiping the stray tears from her sad eyes and pressing a soft kiss to her temple. She nodded in response.

Alex pulled her up into his arms and carried her to her bathroom sitting her down on the edge of the countertop. “Have you got any antibacterial wipes baby?” He asked her, his hand lingering on her hip. “Yeah top right in the cupboard, do you even know what your doing..” she asked him as he found the antibacterial solution and some cotton pads, he pulled out some tweezers and bandages too. “Yep I know first aid, I’m a professional” she stifled a giggle at him not believing a single word he had said. “Yeah right the only thing your a pro in is being a slag” he rolled his eyes and looked at her with loving eyes, he was so glad she was smiling again. “Ey do you want my ‘elp or not” he had told her with a little smirk creeping onto his face. “Okay I’m very sorry please get this shit out of my knees” he chucked and began adding a little solution and cleaning the wounds.

He had finished bandaging up her other knee and looked at her. “Im really sorry darling I was being a prick to you and you never deserved that. And I lied” he told her truthfully. “You lied? What do you mean..” her voice confused and her heart beating faster. “Shush” he told her as he parted her soft thighs so he could stand between them and planted a passionate kiss to her lips. Y/n was absolutely shocked what the fuck was happening she completely forgot about kissing him back due to her eyes locked to him in shock and her thoughts racing. “This is usually the part where you kiss me back love” he had whispered to her his breath hot in her ear. She smiled and leant up pulling his face down to kiss him properly.

After the whole shambles in the bathroom, the two had giggled, stealing kisses from each other as if they were still teenagers. Alex had helped her with everything. He had cleaned up all of the glass and even hoovered her room which she greatly appreciated, along with disposing of the mirror. He still felt a little guilty and had ordered her a new one on Amazon, obviously with a desk that needed to be built but he knew it was just an excuse to see her again tomorrow.

“Baby you look exhausted, cmon now let’s get you to bed hm?” He told her kissing her cheek softly and placed her in her sheets. He gave her another kiss on her forehead and stood up ready to leave. “Stay..” she mumbled tiredly “please I don’t wang to be alone” she said her eyes pleading at him and he couldn’t refuse.

He crawled into bed next to his girl and wrapped his arms around her middle pulling her close to him. “Y/n” he said softly. “Hm?” She said looking at him curiously. “Next time you injure your knees I want it to be my doing, no more smashing mirrors alright babe” he smirked as she blushed softly. “Dirty” she replied giving him a soft punch on his shoulder. He giggled at her and trailed comforting kissed up her shoulder to her ear. His fingers drawing shapes on her back as he lulled her to sleep. “Beautiful” he spoke softly before closing his eyes and getting himself to sleep.

A/n: forgive me for breaking your hearts guys (any advice is always welcome!)

#alex turner #alex turner fanfiction #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #nick omalley #x reader #jamie cook #matt helders #injury #y/n #miles kane #tlsp

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tilebytiles · 3 months

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Star Treatment (Alex Turner x Reader) - Part 2

summary: there's a strange man named alex that has a strange obsession with you, and he makes the strangest offer of your life.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: none

part 1

You had fallen asleep a while ago. The stars, although breathtakingly beautiful this far out in space, had eventually gotten tiring to look at, and your brain itched for something else. You were still too tense to talk to anyone else on the spacecraft, and Alex was nowhere to be found, although you doubted you'd talk to him anyway. With no methods of entertainment beyond staring out the window, you fell asleep rather quickly, your imagination conjuring up strange dreams about the hotel you were heading to.

The only thing that woke you up was the sound of rustling clothes in front of you. Drowsily, you forced your eyes open and your body to come up onto your feet. You were a little wobbly from trying to do so much so quick, but you regained your balance rather quickly and began to follow the journalists down the narrow aisle between the rows of seats. If there was anything science fiction films had taught you, you should have been floating through that rocket instead of walking. Your feet, however, remained firmly planted on the carpet, a fact that was rather disappointing. Floating would have been cooler.

The interior of the seating area was done in soft, warm colours, offering an inviting atmosphere. The seats were a navy blue with an off-white stripe down the center, and the walls were a shade of pink, something close to salmon, you thought. The floor was done in the same colour, but down the aisle was a red carpet. There weren't many seats, so the rocket could only house a group about the size of this one at any time. You didn't mind; the less people you had to awkwardly avoid, the better.

You realised the giant window at the end of the aisle that you'd thought was for stargazing was actually a port. As soon as you stepped into the giant see-through tube, you heard the door slide shut behind you, sealing you off from the rocket. You couldn't help but marvel at the empty chasm of space that surrounded you, as well as the moon that rested beneath you. From here, you could make out the complex building you were realising was meant to be the hotel. It looked futuristic and retro at the same time, an effect that wasn't hard to achieve; the architecture looked like the kind that was popular in the 70s, providing a sort of nostalgic feel, but it was sitting on the surface of the moon. This definitely wouldn't have been possible in the 70s (you could hardly believe it was possible now).

One of the journalists spoke up, shattering the awestruck silence. "He's a bit mad for doin' all this."

The journalist beside him shrugged. "It's kinda cool, though, don't you think?"

"Well, sure, but imagine having these kinds of funds ... and you waste it on a lunar hotel?"

You hardly knew Alex, but it made you feel a little uneasy to hear someone speaking ill of him. You wanted to speak up, but a third journalist beat you to it. "If anything, he's proving we can even do this kind of shit on the moon. It's better than some of the stunts billionaires have been pulling."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miles," the first journalist grumbled. "Stop kissing his ass."

The journalist named Miles rolled his eyes, then glanced over at you. You hadn't even realised he was walking beside you. He grinned at you and held out a hand for you to shake. "Miles Kane," he said.

You slowly shook his hand. "Y/N L/N."

"You don't exactly seem like the reporter type. What're you doin' up here with this pretentious lot?"

You liked him already.

"Alex invited me," you told him. "I haven't really figured out why yet."

He nodded, seeming to ponder over the information you'd just given him despite it only being two sentences. "I'm sure we'll get along perfectly," he finally said, smiling at you again. "If any of these pricks cause you trouble, just lemme know."

"Thank you." You smiled back at him.

When you made it to the other end of the tube, the door in front of you slid open, allowing your party of prose into the hotel. Your eyes widened once you stepped through the door. The room you were in, which you guessed to be the main lobby, was absolutely gigantic- or at least, it felt that big. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the whole space with sconces mounted on the walls to light up the spots the chandelier couldn't reach. The walls were a warm, perhaps almost burnt, shade of orange, and the floor was made of lush carpet, the pattern almost hypnotising. Squiggles of colour stretched from wall to wall above a black background. The wall to your right, close to the door, held floor-to-ceiling windows, showcasing the moon and the stars in all their glory. To your left was the reception desk, the lift to its left and the stairs to its right. Chairs and tables were scattered amongst the space, providing plenty of spots to sit and rest. Mounted on the wall behind the reception desk was a flat-screen TV. You were impressed it could pick anything up out here.

Your group wandered over to the reception desk, and to your surprise, someone popped out of the door that had an 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' plaque, grinning at you all. "Pleasure to meet you!" he said. "Mr. Turner told me you'd be arriving."

Alex's last name was Turner?

"Hold on," the first journalist from before said, "you mean you've just ... been here?"

The receptionist nodded, still smiling. "We've had more than enough resources to last us, don't worry. And they're replenishable! But we can get into that later."

"There's more than one of you?"

"All the staff were busy prepping for your arrival. We hope you enjoy your stay. Let me be the first to officially welcome you to the Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino. My name's Mark, and I'll be your guide for the tour today."

You admired Mark's genuine enthusiasm. Then again, you didn't think it'd be very hard to be enthusiastic about a job like this.

He came out from behind the desk and motioned for your group to follow as he headed for the open doorway across from the door you'd just come through. It opened out into a long hall, branching off into different rooms. "This is where the café is," he said, pointing to one of the sets of doors you passed by. "That's where you'll be eating all your meals, although your options will differ depending on the time of day. That," he said, pointing to another set of doors, "is the gym. There's all kinds of equipment in there, and it's completely free for all guests, so don't be afraid to stop by."

He continued leading you down the hall, pointing at different doors and explaining them. Connected to the café was a greenhouse that provided different types of produce, and it was available to guests ("take a tour or let the little ones learn how to garden!" he had said). There was a library, a laundry room, and even something like a patio at the very end of the hall, allowing you to get as close to the moon itself as you safely could.

When you came back up the hall and squeezed into the lift, Mark explained how the actual hotel rooms would be the last part of the tour; that way, you could all rest as soon as you got to your rooms. Your first stop was the very top of the hotel, where you could see the large hexagonal neon sign spinning slowly on top of its pole. They had built a pool into the roof, complete with a ladder to make getting in and out easy, a diving board, various chairs set up, umbrellas that you weren't even sure were necessary and bathrooms and changing rooms, the latter of which were fully stocked with robes, bathing suits and pool toys.

Heading down a floor revealed the hotel's partial namesake: the casino. The lights were significantly dimmer here than they were in the rest of the hotel, but they weren't so dim that you couldn't see at all. Machines had been pushed up against every wall and were lined up perfectly around the room. It was almost overstimulating, and you were grateful you left when you did, although the aftereffects of all the lights remained in your vision as colourful blobs for some time.

Your whole group was staying on the same floor. You didn't know if you were glad about it or dreading it. At least Miles would be nearby, you thought. He'd been making the occasional quiet joke to you throughout the whole tour, and you did your best to stifle your laughter to avoid dirty looks from the others.

"I'll talk to you later," he said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You hadn't even realised you'd made it to your rooms. His was across the hall from yours. You nodded and flashed him one last smile before unlocking your door with the key Mark had given you and stepping inside.

The room was lavishly decorated. You almost felt guilty for staying there for free. A four-poster bed stood tall, the frame painted a creamy white and the mattress covered in a white sheet. A thin fabric, something like lace, hung from each corner like curtains. The blanket looked soft, inviting, and after many, many hours of being stuck in a rocket and sleeping in a (albeit comfortable) chair, slipping under the covers and taking a proper nap sounded heavenly. You forced yourself to hold off on that nap, though, and continued your exploration of the room.

The overhead light was built into the ceiling, and upon discovering a small remote on top of the chest of drawers across from the bed, you realised the brightness could be changed. There was a floor-to-ceiling window built into the wall across from the door, offering yet another stunning view. The closet that was built into the wall rested to the left of the bed, and to the right was a small nightstand. In the closet, you found all sorts of clothes. At least there was comfort in the fact that no matter what happened, you'd be well-dressed for the occasion. Not far from the nightstand was a door, and when you opened it, you discovered the bathroom.

Ah, yes. It was about time you took a shower.

The water was perfectly warm, and the shampoo smelled lovely. Although it had only been a few days, you still felt gross for having gone so long without a shower; you guessed it was only because you were used to showering every day. When you finished getting cleaned up, you slipped into the cosiest pair of pyjamas you'd ever gotten your hands on and made sure to turn the light off before slipping into the unnecessarily fancy bed.

You wondered what Alex was up to. You hoped you'd see him tomorrow, mostly so you could thank him for inviting you in the first place. Although the concept of a hotel in space still felt a bit mad to you, you were beginning to realise it really wasn't as bad as you'd expected it to be. Maybe you were even a bit proud of him.

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The next morning- at least, you guessed it was morning- you made your first trip to the café Mark had shown you. You had to admit, you were starving. Although you'd been given snacks on the rocket, they were exactly that- snacks. They hadn't been near enough to keep you full, and now your stomach felt like it was going to gnaw its way through your entire body if you didn't get something to eat soon.

A few of the journalists were already in there, including Miles. You headed towards the counter, where the employee behind the till smiled at you. "What can I get for you today?"

"Uh ..." You stared at the imposing menu on the wall, assessing your options. "Can I have the egg croissant, please?"

"Would you like a drink with that?"

"Water's fine, thanks." The employee nodded, punching your order in, and when the small number popped up on the digital screen sticking up from the till, your eyes widened. It was cheaper than you'd been expecting. You quickly fished your wallet out of your pocket.

Once the transaction was complete, you headed for Miles' table and sat across from him. He was scribbling something in his notepad, but when he heard the creak of your chair, his head snapped up. When he realised it was you, he grinned. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hey," you replied. "What are you doing?"

"Writin' down some notes for that article I gotta write. We've been here for less than a day, and I already have enough info to crank out a goddamn essay."

That made you laugh, earning a sideways glance from one of the journalists. It was the one that had been questioning Alex's motives before. You heard Miles scoff, prompting you to look back at him with a raised brow. “Trouble in paradise?”

He snorted. “Hardly paradise with that prick around.”

“Who is he?”

“James Schwartz, also known as one of the biggest dickheads on the planet. Old money- his dad runs the paper he writes for, and his dad ran it before that, and so on. Heard he’s in line for the throne.” He shook his head. “He’s willin’ to do anything for a story. Can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a few months, either.”

“What do you mean, he’s willing to do anything?”

He eyed you for a few moments, as if he was debating whether or not he should unveil James’ moral crimes to you. Eventually, he sighed, leaning back in his chair; so much so that the two front legs rose from the floor. “The best of it, so to speak, is that he flooded some poor shop owner’s voicemail until they phoned him back.”

“And the worst?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze sauntered over to land on James, who’d put a pair of headphones on at some point and remained entirely oblivious to your conversation. Still, to be on the safe side, Miles’ voice lowered, forcing you to lean over to hear him. “He dated a girl, some model from Bristol. A couple of months later, she broke up with him, and then suddenly, her nudes were up on the Internet, free for all perverted fucks to see. He was one of the first to cover the story, and his article painted her in a suspicious light, spoutin’ some shite about how she shouldn’t have let anyone take such compromisin’ pictures of her. She quit modelling not long after. It was never proven to be him, but …” He shrugged and looked back to you.

Your stomach churned at the mere thought of what he’d gotten away with. “Surely someone questioned him?”

“If they did, he probably paid them to keep quiet. Either way-” He dropped his pencil onto his notepad. “-I would stay away from him, if I were you.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” you mumbled.

After your food had arrived and you’d satiated your hunger, Miles suggested heading up to the pool for a quick dip. You agreed, although considering you’d just eaten, you didn’t think you would actually do any swimming. This notion seemed a bit funny to him, and he even asked if you were chicken, but he didn’t press the matter any further.

Much to your delight, there were swimsuits in the dressing room, and you slipped into a black bikini on the off chance you hopped into the water. Wrapping yourself up in a plush white robe that had the hotel’s acronym embroidered into the left breast, you stepped out onto the pool deck. Miles was already in the pool, clad in a pair of black swim trunks and swimming from one end to the other, engaged in an intense race against himself. You plopped down onto one of the pool chairs and stretched your legs out, watching as Miles swam to the edge closest to you with a grin. “The water’s lovely.”

“I’d rather not get cramps,” you said, making him laugh. He playfully splashed water in your direction, spraying small droplets onto your calves and the chair beneath you. The water was cold against your skin.

You heard the entrance to the pool open, making you turn and look over your shoulder. Alex stood in the doorway, and when he saw you, he managed a small smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I could say the same for you.”

“I was looking for Miles.” He glanced around you and spotted the man in question, who offered an enthusiastic wave that was akin to one from a child. “Mark said you’d be here.”

“You should come join me, Mr. Turner,” Miles replied, assuming an exaggerated air of pompousness. “Have you even tested your own pool?”

Alex seemed to genuinely consider that question for a few moments. His hands slid down into his pockets, and his lips pressed together before finally parting to form the words, “No, I haven’t.”

And with that, he found himself in swim trunks exactly like Miles’ less than a few minutes later. It was the first time you’d seen him in anything beyond his perfectly crisp suits, and it also offered you a chance to admire his physique. His abs were lightly defined, as were the muscles lining his arms; the veins in his forearms protruded, as if all they needed was a small push before bursting from his skin; his legs had about as much hair as you could have expected, and there was a light smattering of hair across his chest. Draped over his chest, sinking into the dips of his collarbones, was a thin gold chain, the same one you’d seen him wear a number of times at the café.

Miles whistled, snapping you out of the spell Alex’s body had put you under. “She’s oglin’ ya.”

“Am not!” you protested, glaring at him.

He only rolled his eyes. “There’s nothin’ wrong with admirin’.”

You didn’t say anything, only crossed your arms over your chest. It wasn’t like you needed to respond, though; the heat that spread across your cheeks like wildfire spoke volumes.

If you were being perfectly honest with yourself- which you did reluctantly- Alex had always caught your eye. You mostly attributed it to the mysterious aura that he was always shrouded in, brought into existence by how little he spoke, how much he kept to himself, and the documents he primarily occupied himself with. Even if you now knew what those documents had been for, there were still heaps of things that remained locked away from you. For fuck’s sake, you’d learned his last name from a complete stranger.

In some ways, his mystery was a siren call, coaxing you in for what you thought might be your untimely demise. If there was anything the piles of romance novels in your flat had taught you, it was that strange men- especially rich ones- shouldn’t ever be trusted with matters of the heart.

As Alex lowered himself into the pool, though, you let yourself ogle for a little while longer.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR ANYAAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR WRITING FOR US HORNY BITCHES ILY🫶🏻❤️

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“Three…”

Miles’ thrusts overshadowed the sounds of chanting; your face smushed into the end of whoever’s mattress the two of you were fucking on. Splashes of burnt orange light fall on the side of your face as you rock up and down atop the bed.

“You’re so fucking wet” he moaned. His hand snaked beneath you and cupped your chest. Teasing your nipple as you sigh into the sheets. Bucking your hips against his cock, your skin slapped against his while fireworks nearby began to set off.

Your eyes screwed shut as your pussy clenched around his cock. Whimpering and moaning quietly as you trembled. How the fuck did no one notice the two of you slipping into this room?

“Two…”

The chanting grew louder as Miles leaned down. His fingers tweaking on you nipple grew faster, his breaths heavy as he angled his hips higher.

“You wanna cum for me? Yea,” he groaned, grabbing at your side and pulling you into his cock. Your eyes screwed shut as your legs trembled, his tip nudged at your cervix. Feeling him fuck deep into your cunt as you melt into the sheets.

The blur of Roman candles whirr past your eyes as Miles’ lips leave wet, hot kisses on the crook of your neck. Your stomach flopped as breathy moans fill the room.

“Cmon princess, cum on my dick,” he muttered, his thrusts growing faster.

“One!”

“Happy New Year!”

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thank you so much to everyone who’s sent in a fic request ! i’m so excited, i’ve already begun working on a miles kane x reader fic (that will eventually turn into a series) and i’ve got a handful of others to work on (!!!). i’m so lucky !

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WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER

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

Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

Author's Notes: A little advice? Please, listen to 'Lighting crashes' when you start 'NOW'.

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Warnings: death, angst, fluff. This is the finale.

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

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BEFORE

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The following months were as hard as they expected. Surviving became harder and painful, especially for their spirits. The girls could barely move in that cabin that was surrounded by snow.

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Despite the care of his sister and friends, Pietro's pneumonia ended his life after fighting for weeks.

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Desolation was all Wanda knew for a long time, but thanks to the support of Y/N and the girls, she was able to move on as the months went by. Guilt choked her for a long time until she realized it was beyond what she could do. The death of her twin brother hurt Wanda in the depths of her heart. Soon they will die too.

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But the one who didn't seem to find peace was Y/N; inside her, the guilt grew more and more. Pietro died to save her, and now she was there. Leading a group of hopeless girls trying to survive another day, and in the only way they could.

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Finally the snow disappears, allowing them to bloom with spring, revitalizing their spirits. Of course, that didn't mean they were going to be saved, they had all lost that hope a long time ago. They were just a bunch of girls when before they were a huge team.

But when they least expected it, one day, a small plane flew over that lake, noticing the signals they sent. They all screamed and made as much noise as possible to be seen until Y/N fired the flare with a look full of hope.

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They will return home.

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“The investigation into the cause of the accident remains preliminary.” One of the journalists commented live along with many more outside the New Jersey airport room. “The crash site was over 600 miles north.”

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But before the journalist could continue, the doors opened and some hooded girls left there to go to the truck parked outside. The policemen tried to shield them from the journalists who charged at them like wild beasts thirsty for blood.

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“Here they come!” One of the reporters yelled. “Let's go!”

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The reporters were clamoring for answers, the camera's shutters clicking every second; the despair on the faces of those girls. Wanda's green eyes widened, completely terrified. Taking care of her, Y/N and Natasha took and tried to get their friends out of that place.

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“Can you tell us anything?” One of them was trying to get the mic closer to Jules, but Natasha just pushed him. “Natasha, what happened?!”

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“Y/N, Who survived?!”

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“How'd you survive for so long?”

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“What happened to the rest?”

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“Tell us something... anything!”

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All those questions haunted them all the way to the police station. Some cried with happiness while others were simply anxious to see their families again.

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The first to arrive were Wanda's parents, who hugged the brunette with so much love and support. Between tears and various affectionate words, they celebrated her return but also mourned the loss of Pietro. Oleg said that they could talk about it later, that the important thing now was to go home.

Everyone's parents came for them, including Natasha and Alexei, the big man ran up and hugged Nat and Yelena like a huge protective bear.

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Everyone was again surrounded by their loved ones, except Y/N and Jules who called home several times but no one came. Auntie Claire never left the house alone unless she was working.

The black-haired girl hung up the public phone and walked towards Y/N in that police station.

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“I tried it like six times.” Jules sighed and sat down next to Y/N, who was looking worriedly towards the door. Why was her aunt taking so long?

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“Me too, I called Claire and mom's house but got nothing.” Y/N sighed and slumped back in the seat. She looked around, noticing how Nat and her parents were approaching them.

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“Hello, girls. We were thinking… Do you want us to take you home?” Alexei offered with a warm look. Melina nodded quickly, delighted with the idea. They always adored those two, they were an odd couple but really good people.

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“Umh… we're actually hoping that-” Jules tried to say but then swallowed hard. “Actually, I would like to know… my mother is not answering the phone. Did mom say that she would come later or something?”

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At that moment, the Maximoffs, who were also nearby, approached standing on one side of the Romanoff’s.

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“Everything's okay?” Oleg asked curiously, noticing how the girls were getting more and more nervous.

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“Mr. Maximoff… My aunt isn't answering the phone. Do you know if she will come?” Y/N stood up, looking at the man with concern. “I was thinking maybe you knew because you’re neighbors.”

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“Oh, sweetie.” Mrs. Maximoff said with sadness, as did Natasha's parents. “Has no one told you?”

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“You don't know yet?” Melina murmured worriedly.

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“Tell us what?” Jules asked, raising an eyebrow, fearing the worst. “Please, tell us what?”

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“Oh, girls.” Melina placed a hand on both of their shoulders and sighed. “I think you'd better come with us, okay?”

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“I would like to stay, I don't want my mom to come and not see us here. She will freak out.” Jules said quickly, taking a step back. Of course, she could tell that they had some bad news to give them and she was completely refusing to receive it.

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“Mama... What's wrong?” Natasha frowned, standing next to them.

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“Sweetie…” Melina started and then looked around the other parents, getting their approval. They deserved to understand why Claire hadn't arrived. They deserved the truth, maybe not in that way, but the girls didn't seem to accept leaving without an answer. “Claire had a heart attack some time ago.”

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“She died.” Iryna took courage when saying those words, feeling a deep sadness when she saw how tears formed in the eyes of those girls. “She had a heart attack when the plane crash happened. I’m so sorry.”

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Shaking her head, tears running down her cheeks, Y/N was not willing to hear that. Of course she wasn't going to accept it.

She wasn’t going to accept the death of the person who cared for her all her fucking life, after having seen suffering and death in the Canadian taiga.

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“That's not true, she wouldn't leave us.” Y/N narrowed her eyes, taking a more defensive position due to the pain. Like a wounded animal.

Y/N just hugged Jules, who just started crying uncontrollably.

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Feeling enormously sorry for them, their friends tried to comfort them and the adults just decided to give them the necessary space for it.

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“You can come with us if you want.” Alexei offered them, hugging Y/N and Jules for some time. Claire and Melina had always been good friends, that's how she met Nat.

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“I- I don’t know.” Jules stammered through tears, she couldn't even speak. “I just want to know what happened. I just want my mom, I wanna go home-”

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“Please, at least for tonight. Come with us, okay?” Melina asked both of them, taking their hands.

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“You know that you count on us for whatever you need.” Iryna, Wanda's mother, offered with immense tenderness. Wanda nodded quickly.

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After a moment, Jules nodded and took a step forward, realizing that her mother wasn't coming. Her mom passed away a long time ago and she just wanted to know why.

But unlike Jules, Y/N couldn't just leave it like that. The pain inside began to consume her, the rage and the anger that she felt against this world so difficult and destructive. How is it possible? After suffering so much. This was messed up.

Y/N clenched her fists tightly.

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“Y/N?” Wanda noticed the tension in her girlfriend and approached her, taking Y/N’s fist in her hands. She didn't care that her parents saw it, Wanda loved that girl with all her heart. “Please, come with us.”

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Green eyes looked at Y/N's, and even though that connection was still there, something was broken in Y/N. And she knew something was off.

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“I just-” Unable to speak of what she felt or accept it, Y/N swallowed and moved away from her, letting go of the brunette's hand. “I have to get out of here.”

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Y/N took a few steps back, ready to escape.

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“I’m coming with you.” Wanda followed her steps but Y/N got in the way, shaking her head.

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“No.” She said quickly, noticing the disappointment in her girlfriend's eyes. And yet, despite that, Y/N decided to swallow hard and move on. “Stay with your family.”

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She couldn't deal with all of this right now, she needed to find some way to escape. “Just… stay.”

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Y/N walked away leaving the sokovian behind. Leaving the police station, not knowing where to go, she just started walking without a destination. Not knowing that that moment would be a terrible break in her life, and in the lives of those who loved her.

NOW

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Lightning Crashes

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The hospital doors opened, letting in a desperate woman looking for answers. Her eyes showed the uncertainty and desolation she felt. The place was full of injured people, apparently there was a pretty serious accident nearby. Wanda came after her, trying to keep up.

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“Excuse me? Excuse me!” y/n approached the receptionist, who seemed to be quite busy with all the cases coming in. “I’m looking for Julia Y/L/N. She works here, she's a doctor.”

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“Excuse me, right now I can't-” The receptionist muttered trying to help many people at once, Y/N was about to lose her mind when a familiar voice made them turn around.

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“Y/N? Come with me.” When she turned around, Y/N sighed, finally seeing a familiar face. Christine, one of Jules's coworkers in the hospital, took her arm and led them to another room.

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Y/N quickened the step, noticing the woman's hurry. “Christine, what's going on? They called me saying I should come-”

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“I know.” Christine stopped when they got out of the operating room. Wanda frowned, this was not a delivery room. It was the damn operating room. “We don’t have time so… Look, I shouldn't be telling you this, but I feel like I have to because she's my co-worker and a good friend, and I owe her so much.”

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Christine swallowed hard, trying to be strong. In a job like this, she had often been the bearer of bad news but she had never had a case so close to her.

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“As you can see, there was a chain reaction crash, we have many injured.” The redhead took a cap and disposable scrub and handed it to her. “Jules and Natasha were there, a van crashed into their car when they were coming here because her water broke two hours ago.”

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Wanda covered her mouth, terrified. But full of innocence, Y/N nodded and looked around her. “Okay, where are they?”

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“Y/N…” Wanda reached out to take her hand.

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Christine cleared her throat, trying to be professional and not shed a tear. “Natasha... she died instantly.”

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Her face paled. Wanda just tried to sit in the nearest chair, feeling horrible dizziness.

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“What? No.” Shocked, it’s all Y/N could say. Tears filled her eyes. “No, that’s not possible. She's fine. She's going to be fine!”

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“I know you're in shock right now and it hurts, but I need you to pay attention to what I'm going to tell you.” Christine put a hand on her shoulder. “Julia is injured, a piece of metal went through her shoulder, and she needs you to be present at the birth.” She sighed. “She doesn't want general anesthesia, so... please put this on and come with me.”

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But Y/N just stood there, not knowing what to do. Her face pale, the ringing in the ears again. “I- I don’t know how to do it.”

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“You're the only family she has right now. She needs you, she doesn't know that Natasha died.” Christine persisted, hoping Y/N would do it. “She’s having the baby, you must give her strength to stay with us. Okay?”

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Wanda approached and hugged her for a moment, showing her that she was not alone. “You can handle this, detka.”

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Y/N just nodded quickly, like an innocent child without understanding anything that was happening around her. She put on those clothes and entered the room with Christine.

Swallowing, Y/N blinked as the lights from the operating room blinded her for a second. Several doctors were around Jules, who was already in labor.

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“You're dilated enough now, this baby is coming right now.” One of the doctors said.

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“I know, I can fucking feel it!” Jules grunted and narrowed her eyes, the pain was too much. Sweat and tears poured down her face, a bit bruised, but nothing serious for now.

Seeing Jules like that, Y/N left that state of shock to walk towards her and take her hand. “Hey, sis… are you ready to bring the little bee into this world?” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Jules smiled a bit exhausted, squeezing Y/N’s hand gently. “Hey you… I'm ready to kill Strange when I get out of here.”

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“Now, push!”

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“Push, Jules.” Y/N looked at her and nodded, giving her all the strength she needed. Jules took a deep breath, then pushed hard, squeezing her sister's hand. The pain is exponentially intolerable.

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“Oh my god!” She screamed. Her jaw tensed as did every muscle in her body. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“It's going great, it's almost ready... Now it’s going to be harder, but we need it, okay? Push!”

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Y/N stayed by her side every moment, smiling, crying, saying the most beautiful words of support.

Felt her hand about to break many times but she didn't care, feeling the pain as an ally to endure the moment.

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“You’re so brave, you know? This is really beautiful, Jules.” Y/N smiled tenderly and whispered in her ear. “You're doing great, I'm so proud of you. You’re going to be such a good mom.”

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The raven-haired girl nodded and took a deep breath, knowing she had to push again, but before reason came to her.

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You're going to be such a good mom.

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“Y/N?” Eyes brimming with tears, Jules turned to look her in the eye. “Where's Natasha?”

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Y/N didn't know what to say, just swallowed and cradled Jules's hand in hers, she didn't know anything. No one told her anything so that her condition wouldn't worsen, but how could Y/N hide something like that from her sister?

The heartbreaking silence caught them again like a wild beast. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Y/N… Please tell me, where is Nat?” Jules pleaded with a shaky voice. This time, tears of sadness began to fall down her face.

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Y/N sniffled. “She… Natasha did not survive the crash. I'm sorry.”

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Jules brown eyes only expressed deep, heartbreaking sadness.

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“No… God, no… She can't be dead, I still feel her here.” Jules begged and placed a hand on her chest; they both began to cry together before the loss. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The loss of a best friend and of a soulmate. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“PUSH!” The doctor's requests became more and more insistent, they were the last pushes.

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In a scream of pure pain, physical and especially emotional, the woman screamed, pushing harder than ever. Screamed because of the helplessness she felt, she screamed because of the injustice, she screamed because of her broken heart.

A heart that was beating wildly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I'm here with you, okay? You will never be alone. I love you.” Y/N reminded her over and over again, closing her eyes and giving Jules all the support in the world in that last push.

And after that, a hopeful cry made them both look at the doctor, who soon handed the little baby over to the nurse. After wrapping it in a blanket, Christine walked over to show the baby to them.

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“It's a beautiful girl.” Christine said tenderly seeing how Jules smiled completely in love, excited, destroyed. That beautiful, reddish baby who moved her hands desperately seeking connection.

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“Look at her… You’re a mom now.” Y/N smiled and kissed her sister's forehead, watching her niece with enormous tenderness. “Baby bumblebee is a girl, look at her.”

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“She’s beautiful… kinda looking like a red potato tho.” Jules laughed and leaned down to kiss her little girl's forehead gently. Jules closed her brown eyes for a moment, holding the baby against her chest so she could say some last words to her. That was it, all she needed.

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In soft whispers, she said the most beautiful things and the most beautiful promises that Y/N could have heard. And Y/N knew at that moment that this baby would never suffer the same that she suffered with her own mother.

Looking at that tiny adorably newborn, who now had their hearts forever.

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“Y/N…” Jules barely whispered, feeling her muscles begin to lose strength. That was the sad cue to give the little one to Y/N to hold. “You have to take care of her…”

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“Sure I will. With you, with Wanda and Yelena... We will all do it together.” Y/N held the little girl in her arms and nodded. She didn't even know how to hold a baby, but she tried. It was such a small thing in her hands, how was it possible?

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Jules swallowed and blinked rapidly, reaching out to take Y/N's arm. Her breathing seemed somewhat agitated, quite abnormal. “Y/N, look at me, promise me you'll take care of her.”

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“I promise. I swear.” Y/N nodded, not quite understanding what it meant.

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Smiling sadly but lovingly, Jules raised her hand to caress her sister's face. “You know I love you with all my heart, right? There’s no better person than you to do this… I'll be forever grateful.”

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“Do what? What are you talking about?” Y/N frowned.

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“Tell my little girl that we love her, okay? Always remind her of that. Her moms will always take care of her.” The woman sighed, her eyes closing but she fought with all her might to stay awake for a few more seconds. Please, God, just a few more seconds.

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Shaking her head, Y/N approached her sister. “You will tell her, okay? Just stay awake.”

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A screeching beep made Y/N jump, the little girl in her arms began to cry. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Jules, what's going on?” She tried to keep Jules awake, but the paleness on her face worried her even more. “CHRISTINE, WHAT’S WRONG?”

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“She's losing a lot of blood!” Christine hurried over so she could see what was happening. Sure enough, blood loss from childbirth was to blame.

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“I'm feeling a little tired.” Jules muttered tiredly. “Remember you promised.”

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“Please, don’t… don’t do this.” Y/N took her hand and began to cry, begging her to stay by her side. “Please, she needs you. I need you… You are all I have left. You're the only family I have left!” Y/N pleaded, sobbing.

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“I love you, Y/N/N. I'll always be with you.” She smiled at her one last time, finally allowing herself to rest.

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Crying inconsolably, Y/N felt fear, anguish and desolation destroying her.

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“She’s coding!”

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One of the nurses came over to take the baby away, telling Y/N that they should take her out now.

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“Where are they taking the baby? No, tell me! where is she going?” Y/N screamed in despair.

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Y/N put their hands to their head, completely overwhelmed by everything that is happening around her. The sounds, the screams, the crying.

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“No, no, no.” Y/N repeated over and over again, moving closer to Jules to try to wake her up, cup her face and talk to her.

One of the nurses reached out to pull Y/N away from her, but the woman struggled to hold on to her sister's body. It took three nurses to get her away from Jules, allowing them to start the defibrillator.

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“One, two.” Christine ordered before placing the paddles on Julia's chest. “One, two.”

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Y/N screamed inconsolably, seeing how they tried to save her sister's life but after several attempts, they only found that her heartbeat was no longer heard.

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“Come on, Julia! Stay with us!” Christine asked, trying many more times.

ㅤㅤㅤ But after a few minutes, they stopped. She was gone.

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“Fuck!” The doctor tossed the paddles aside, completely heartbroken.

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Lightning crashes, a new mother dies.

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But the one who was heartbroken was Y/N, watching her sister's body, taking slow steps towards her. But far from seeing that tender look, that adorable smile, she found just a pale and abandoned body.

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“Jules?” Y/N whimpered like a little girl, reaching out to take her hand. “Jules, no, please. Don’t leave me, please.”

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She allowed herself to stay by Jules' side for a while, venting all her pain.

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“Time of death?”

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“04:30 AM”

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Feeling like it was all a huge sadistic joke on the fucking universe. Auntie Claire was gone, but she still had Jules. A beautiful part of her aunt had remained in her.

Now Jules was gone, and all that remained of her was this little girl.

Completely numb, she left that room with a lost look. What had to be done now? Where to go? Y/N walked slowly down the hall, until Wanda finally saw her.

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“Detka? What is it?” The sokovian asked desperately. Those red eyes showed that she had been crying for a long time over the loss of Natasha. “Is Jules okay? Are they both okay?”

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Still looking blank, Y/N murmured: “She died.”

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“What? No!” Wanda shook her head, she couldn't believe all this.

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“She died after giving birth.” Y/N swallowed. “I'm so sorry.”

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“Oh my god.” Wanda burst into tears, holding on to the wall for a moment. “a-and the baby?”

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“It’s a girl. She’s at the baby nursery now.” Finally coming out of her shock at seeing Wanda suffer like that, she went over to hug her. So tightly, allowing both of them to cry together. “What the hell is going on?”

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The hours passed, Y/N looked down, seeing her black coffee that she was holding in her hands. Wanda was on the phone with Yelena and Natasha's parents to explain the situation to them. Of course it was one of the most difficult moments of her life.

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“They’re going to fly from Ohio, going to the airport now.” Wanda sighed, walking over and putting her phone in her pocket. “Yelena was really pissed off, but I heard that Alexei was devastated. Melina too.”

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Gently, she took her girlfriend's arm and rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder.

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“I'm sorry you have to go through all this.” Y/N murmured, drinking that coffee that didn't even seem to save her this time.

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“You don't have to be sorry, they were my friends too. Our friends, our sisters.” Wanda sighed. “I love you, and I will always be by your side. I'll support you in everything.”

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Y/N tilted her head to see Wanda and confirmed once more that this woman was the love of her life. That she had always been by her side, and she always would be.

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“It's all so unfair, you know? How is it possible?” Y/N swallowed hard so she wouldn't sob again. “How is it possible that we survived so much to end up like this?! Is this karma for what we did?”

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“No, detka. Of course not.” Wanda cooed, hugging her.

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A few minutes later, one of the nurses came out of the door and invited them inside. After agreeing to sign some papers and follow some steps, they approached the nursery ward, looking through that huge window at the adorable babies in their cribs.

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Y/N looked for the little girl somewhat worried, what if she wasn't there? Fear washed over her until she was finally able to recognize her, not far from them.

Wanda smiled as soon as she saw her.

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“She’s a beautiful baby.” The nurse smiled, showing them the test results. Everything was okay, the baby girl was healthy. “What's the little girl's name?”

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That question clearly affected Y/N deeply, she justtried not to get emotional again. Those eyes were tired from crying.

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“They wanted to keep it as a surprise.” Wanda answered for her girlfriend, squeezing her arm in support. “They didn't get to tell us.”

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The nurse nodded sadly and was about to leave until Y/N spoke.

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“Natalia.” Y/N whispered. “Because… because their names were Natasha and Julia… and… i-if you mix the names… I think Natalia sums it up pretty well.”

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The nurse nodded, wrote down that name so she could put it on the bracelet that the baby would wear for the rest of the night. Natalia Romanoff Y/L/N.

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“Is it stupid?” Y/N whispered to Wanda, who just shook her head. “Do you think they would like it?”

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“It’s a beautiful name, detka.” The brunette kissed her cheek. “Do you know what it means?”

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Y/N just shook her head, trying not to pout.

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“It means ‘natale domini’, christmas day. A sweet name like Natalia will always remind her how loved she is, they'll love it.” Wanda hugged Y/N's, both watching that adorable baby. The nurse took Natalia in her arms and brought her closer so they could see her.

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Oh, she was adorable even yawning.

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“I don't know how to do this.” Y/N confessed quietly, completely terrified but ready to face that huge monster called fear.

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And by her side, Y/N had the most important woman in the world. Wanda looked at her with those green eyes full of love, swearing her loyalty forever. “I will help you, detka, everything will be fine. You can do this.”

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Desperate and tired, Y/N moved from one side to the other holding that baby of barely eight weeks. She spent nights without being able to sleep well, completely in despair.

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“Please, Natalia. Stop crying.” Y/N begged, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from exploding. Little Natalia had been crying for a long time and nothing seemed to calm her down. Y/N was holding a bottle with the infant formula that the doctor recommended.

Y/N gently left the baby in the crib next to her favorite bear, but nothing happened. Natalia kept screaming even more, as if she was daring her lungs to explode.

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“You don't want to eat, your diaper is clean! What the hell do you want?!” Y/N yelled so tiredly, but after a few seconds she started crying next to the baby. “What do you want from me?! I miss and need them too!” Y/N sobbed.They both shared that moment of pain.

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Auntie Claire was gone. Jules was gone. Natasha was gone.

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Now there was only that little baby left, that adorable little thing next to her and it wasn’t her fault for coming into a desolate world.

She was all Y/N had left of the people she loved the most. How not to be patient with that little bee? It wasn't her fault, and it wasn't Y/N's either.

She allowed herself to cry for a moment and then wiped away her tears, taking Natalia in her arms again. “Now it's just the two of us, okay? They screwed us like that, we have to deal with it.”

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Y/N sighed.

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“Okay, let’s try something new…” Y/N walked to the window, looking around with the baby in her arms. She got a nice apartment some months ago. “Your grandma Claire used to sing this… she was such a fan, and your mama loved it too.”

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“I hear your voice. It's like an angel sighin'. I have no choice, I hear your voice… feels like flying. I close my eyes, Oh God, I think I'm fallin'...” She sang softly, like a lullaby. “Like a child, you whisper softly to me. You're in control, just like a child now I'm dancing.”

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Incredibly, the little girl began to calm down little by little. That heartbreaking cry now turned into A curious look, those little hands trying to catch Y/N's face.

Y/N smiled seeing this great progress, encouraging herself to move a little like a little dance. “It's like a dream… No end and no beginning. You're here with me, Natalia, it's like a dream… cause when you call my name, it's like a little prayer.”

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“Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone. I hear you call my name and it feels like home.” Natalia moved her hands excitedly, watching every movement of Y/N's lips, even gurgling.

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“That’s it. You liked it, didn't you?” Finally achieving the first bond with the baby, Y/N let out a small laugh of happiness between tears. “I love you, Natalia… I will take care of you forever, even if I have to give my life for you.”

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She kissed Nat’s forehead and continued rocking her for a while, noticing that now the girl was no longer trying to let go. She just relaxed in those soft arms, beginning to fall asleep until someone knocked on the door.

Y/N walked towards the door, meeting a worried Wanda on the other side.

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“I read your message, I came as soon as the twins left with Vision.” The brunette approached to kiss her then watched little Nat gurgling. “Everything's okay? What is it?”

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“That’s from the past, now we are at peace.” Y/N smiled and took the bottle to see if Natalia wanted to try it. After a few seconds, the little girl accepted. “She was crying and I didn't understand what she wanted.”

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“I'm proud, Y/N.” Wanda smiled tenderly. She took off her jacket and walked Y/N to her bedroom.

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“Can you stay with me?” Y/N begged with cute eyes and an adorable pout. “With us?”

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Biting her lower lip, watching the love of her life rocking that baby slowly, Wanda just nodded, feeling a strange sensation of familiarity and peace inside her. “Of course, my love.”

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Fifteen minutes later, they were both lying on the bed, watching as Natalia drank her bottle happily cuddling between them. ㅤㅤㅤ

"We've been waiting for you, now you are here. More perfect than I imagined, our house is now a nest. No matter where you go, sunlight shines on you.’

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Surprising Y/N with her beautiful voice, Wanda smiled seeing that Natalia closed her cute eyes and relaxed with that lullaby, letting go of the bottle.

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“That was beautiful.” Y/N whispered, lost in the beauty of her beloved.ㅤㅤ Wanda smiled tenderly. “You are.”

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Wanda gently leaned in to give her a short kiss, trying not to disturb the little girl.

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“So… How about we get a boat?” Y/N joked. Vision deposited the money into her bank account the day before, so everything was fine between them for now. “Mmm… no… College fund, right?”

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Wanda bit her lips, trying not to laugh. “Yes, college fund… And pay our bills.”

ㅤㅤㅤ “And put a down payment on a boat.” Y/N teased again, settling between the huge pillows. Wanda did the same, taking Y/N’s hand.

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“We’re not getting a boat.” The sokovian whispered, closing her eyes a bit tired.

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“But they're fun.”

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“They're expensive.”

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“You’re right.” Y/N grimaced and closed her eyes as well, feeling the exhaustion in her body overcome her little by little.

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“College fund, pay our bills and some nice vacation on a beach.” Wanda smiled tenderly when she saw how Natalia was completely sleepy. “There's gotta be some fun in our lives.”

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“I like that.” Y/N smiled sleepily. “I love you…”

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Watching that adorable moment in front of her, Wanda knew that the answer to the question she was asking herself for a long time had already been answered.

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“I love you too, detka.”

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But maybe it was time to go further. And although Y/N didn't know it, Wanda was ready to offer her to move in together. Why not?

“Okay, Natalia. Hold on tight.” Y/N said to the little girl as she adjusted the baby carrier on her chest. Little Natalia smiled tenderly and moved her little legs excited for her. “We're going on our first adventure.”

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When little Natalia turned five months old, Wanda and Y/N found a nice place to live together. Of course the twins were delighted with the idea, because having a little sister for them was something really important.

Wanda explained to them the importance of taking care of Natalia and making her their family. But the twins didn't need explanations, they loved the little redhead already.

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And slowly, Y/N learned to be a responsible parent.

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She learned that loss didn’t mean having to destroy everything around her, and making Wanda happy and giving Natalia a better life was all she wanted.

Y/N learned how to deal with diapers as well as crying at night, or also with paranoia and fear of losing the little girl.

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Sometimes she stayed watching her for a long time, thinking about how much she resembled to them. Natalia hated being around too many people and cheeky like Natasha, but she also was so warm like Jules.

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“Do you think she will like it?” Y/N asked the twins with some concern, showing them a small velvet box. A beautiful ring was waiting to be delivered to Wanda that night.

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Little Natalia observed the ring with curiosity wanting to grab it so badly, with just a year she didn’t understand anything they said, but she could say things like: ‘Mamma' and 'mommy’.

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“She will love it!” Billy grinned and Tommy nodded. They were both quite excited, and that made Y/N's heart beat faster. The twins have always been a great support.

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Nodding, Y/N knew she had to take the biggest and most important step of her life.

And she did it, because the wedding was the most beautiful moment of their lives.

Wanda's tears of happiness and Y/N's huge happy smile showed it in the pictures. ㅤㅤㅤ

And of course she missed Natasha and Jules a lot, but Y/N knew that wherever they were, they would be happy for them.

Y/N and Yelena formed a much stronger bond, completely unconditional in the absence of their sisters. Both were clear that the important thing was also to give Natalia a beautiful family.

EIGHT YEARS LATER

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“Natalia, your aunt Yelena is here!” Y/N's voice made the adorable redhead startle and leave her room, but not before grabbing her backpack.

Y/N and the blonde walked to the kitchen, where Wanda was baking some cookies.

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“You better take care of her.” Y/N pointed at the blonde and sat down at the table to enjoy some cocoa and cookies. “If you're going to take her fishing in Alexei’s boat, don't let her fall. She's learning to swim.”

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“She will master it soon.” Yelena arched an amused brow and stole one of the cookies, taking a bite. Of course, Y/N's serious look made her add, “I'm just kidding with you, Y/N Y/L/N. We'll just visit my parents and fish in the boat for a little while. Talk about stuff… that’s it.”

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“We know.” Y/N kissed Yelena’s cheek, just to annoy her even more. “I just like to annoy you.”

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“Ugh.” The blonde teased, wiping her cheek.

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“Here's something to eat, in case you don’t wanna buy something.” Wanda smiled when she saw them and took two lunch boxes and a box of fresh cookies. “Chicken paprikash, mac and cheese, your favorite I know, and cookies.”

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“Wanda Maximoff, you are a sweetheart.” Yelena sighed exaggeratedly and leaned in to kiss her cheek, this time trying to annoy Y/N.

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Y/N just giggled and tossed her a small chocolate chip.

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“Okay, it's time. I'll call you as soon as we get there, okay?” Yelena said goodbye to both and walked towards the door. “Let’s go, Natalia!”

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“Coming!” An adorable eight-year-old girl ran down the stairs. She was a redhead, like Natasha and her eyes were light brown like Jules. Natalia was fierce, kinda sarcastic and brave, but also adorable, smart and kind.

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The little girl approached Y/N, hugging her mother tight. “I’ll miss you, mom.”

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Smiling tenderly -and fighting not to turn into an overprotective bear- Y/N hugged her daughter for a moment. “Take good care of your aunt, okay? She’s crazy. Send some hugs to mama Melina and Alexei. Tell them we miss them.”

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“Yes, mom!” Natalia smiled toothly. “I'm going with Auntie Yelena, I love you both!”

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The little girl kissed Y/N's cheek and then ran to hug Wanda's waist, who kissed the little girl's forehead. “Be careful, okay? We love you, baby.”

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“Yes, mama!”

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“Take care, kiddo!” Y/N got up to see how the girl ran towards the porch, meeting the blonde one. “Don't forget to call us, okay?”

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Y/N remained watching the place, until Wanda hugged her from behind, snuggling up against her.

There was her little girl, ready to start a new adventure.

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It didn't take long for them to decide to have another baby together. Wanda tried an IUI to become mothers and after one attempt, they miraculously managed to conceive a beautiful and healthy baby.

Y/N was quite nervous, fear and memories of her sister in the hospital haunted her, but little by little, Wanda made her understand that everything would be okay.

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Nine months later, they both welcomed an adorable baby girl they named Luna Maximoff-Y/L/N.

The children were delighted, even though Natalia felt a bit insecure, when the tiny redhead saw her new sister she swore to take care of her forever. Forming an inseparable bond.

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Smiling, seeing how Wanda held her little newborn daughter, singing a tender sokovian lullaby, Y/N knew that although life was sometimes hard, it also had happy and memorable moments.

This was more than a happy place. This was a family.

And she deserved it.

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And time passed, year after year, full of happiness.

Of course there were some complex moments, not everything in life is happy moments but always, there were always more beautiful than ugly moments in the lives of those women.

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Wanda and Y/N had a beautiful marriage for almost forty years. They saw their twins grow up and become good, kind and respectful men.

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Natalia became an incredible, respectable, successful and loving woman. Of course she was a little rebellious at times like Natasha, but she also had responsible moments like Jules. She met an adorable girl on a trip and fell madly in love.

Wanda and Y/N always reminded her that Nat and Jules were her real mothers and they always came to the cemetery to leave some flowers.

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Luna was an adorable girl, she was like Wanda. Even with her brown hair and beautiful green eyes, Y/N told Luna that she was her little 'firecracker' because she had her adventurous spirit.

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Y/N lived the most beautiful years to the fullest, even when Wanda passed away two years before her, Y/N knew that together they had lived a beautiful life. And death, like loss, no longer affected her the same way.

That night, Y/N passed away sleeping and letting herself fall asleep, leaving in absolute peace.

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Opening her eyes slowly, Y/N felt like someone was poking her over and over again inviting her to wake up. “Hey, you.”

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A male voice made her eyes widen. “Wake up, lazy ass!”

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Y/N got up quickly from the ground, looking moved at the boy in front of her. Pietro looked exactly as he was before the plane accident; his wild hair, those green eyes sparkled.

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“Finally!” He smiled. She looked around her, it was a nice quiet place, like a warm spring afternoon. Though she had no idea where she was.

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Without waiting any longer, Y/N hugged him tightly, closing her eyes. Saying over and over again how sorry she was, and how much she owed him. How thankful she was.

Year after year, the guilt over Pietro's death washed over her and she was finally letting it go.

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“Everything is okay, captain, all that is behind us.” Pietro hugged the girl and smiled tenderly.

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“Well, I'm getting a bit jealous over here, and you?”

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“A bit, yes.” This time it was Natasha, giving Jules a little nudge at her side. They looked exactly as she remembered them, so beautiful.

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“Nat?” With tears in her eyes, Y/N wasted no time in running to them and hugging them. “Jules!”

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“What? Did you think you'd never see us again?” Jules teased, hugging her tightly. “Thank you for everything you did for our little girl.”

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“We are proud to see the woman she has become thanks to you and Wanda.” Natasha smiled and ruffled Y/N's hair.

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“That little girl stole my heart from the first moment, I'm glad you are happy.” Y/N sniffled.

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“We are really happy.”

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“I'm sorry you couldn't have-” Y/N tried to say but her friends just shook their heads.

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“We were always there with you.” Jules smiled and put her hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

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Closing her eyes for a second, Y/N got lost in that touch that felt so real to her. Wasn't she dreaming?

Suddenly her eyes widened, looking around her with excitement. “Wanda… where is she?”

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Natasha smiled. “First you must be sure of what you will choose.”

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Y/N frowned. “What do you mean?”

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“Do you want to stay or do you want to come with us?” This time Jules spoke, all of them began to walk down that path between the trees.

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“You must leave all longing behind, you must first accept it.” Pietro nodded. Of course he was referring to her family, who were still alive.

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Y/N thought for a moment. Her children would be fine, they were old enough to move on their own. It was her time to move on too.

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“They'll be fine.”

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With a smile, the three looked at each other and then stepped aside.

Behind them, Wanda was looking at her with a huge smile and a hopeful look.

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“Detka!”

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Without further ado, they hugged each other again, stronger than ever. Their souls finally found each other, entwining once more. “Wands… I missed you, so bad.”

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Y/N kissed her lips over and over again, desperate for having missed her so much.

Wanda smiled between kisses. “I missed you too.”

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They held each other for a moment until Y/N felt how they were surrounded. Not only her friends, but also other people.

One of them made her let go of Wanda’s arms. Y/N felt that the time -if it existed there- stopped completely.

It had been a long time since she saw that girl.

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“Hey.” Sharon waved, smirking slightly. Sharon, Helen, Carol, Kate and all the girls who died in that place were around her. This time not like a horrible and haunting nightmare, no. This time it was a welcome.

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Y/N blinked and waking up from the reverie, she violently approached her to stop in front of Sharon. She did nothing but feel her tears fall. “I'm sorry about everything. I didn't mean it to end like that, I'm so sorry. I spent all these years thinking about that, I didn't want you to die. I'm so sorry, Sharon.”

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She finally cried, letting go of the guilt. Y/N carried Sharon's death for a long time.

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“Can you forgive me?” Y/N asked Sharon, taking her hand, but the blonde squeezed her hand as a clear answer.

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“Only if you can forgive us too.” Sharon nodded and just hugged her. “I never hated you, we were young and stupid. We made a lot of mistakes in a place that wasn't for us, but all that is behind us. This place is to rest... all those pains left behind.”

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All of them hugged Y/N tightly, welcoming her to a whole new place. Where pain, revenge, violence was left behind.

One by one the whole team approached to join that hug. Like the first time, like that first time after winning the match. If only that plane accident hadn't happened, oh that team would have been unstoppable.

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BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

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They all cheered, happy, free.

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“Okay, move on from here.” Yelena growled. “We must move on, I'm sick of seeing you all even in the fucking heaven.”

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Y/N turned to look at her, confused. “This is heaven?”

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“Yeah, we don’t know? It's more like… a place made up of many heavens? Individual ones? Each of us can rest and lose ourselves in the moments we decide to remember.” Wanda explained, narrowing her eyes, some of the girls nodded. “We don’t need to understand, just… be here. Unless you are a very evil person, we don't know what happens there.” ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“But if you're not evil... everyone gets a piece of paradise.” Jules smiled widely.

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“We can visit others, but only soulmates can share the same place.” Natasha kissed her wife's cheek, hugging her.

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“Ready to meet ours?” Wanda smiled and took the hand of the love of her life.

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Y/N inhaled deeply and then nodded. Finally smiling, ready to rest. “Yeah.”

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Yup, this is the end. 🐝 I hope I didn't disappoint you. And it was good for you. I know it has not much to do with the tv show -more than the plane crash and some stuff- and I'm happy with that. Maybe there are some one shots later, explaining some moments. Pietro's death and everything... So, thank you very much for reading me, it is always a delight to know that you are here with me. 🐝

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woah that alex smut was amazing, could you write another one but make it a threesome? ⚡ the third wheel could be miles, jamie or even another woman

Little Assistant

Alex Turner X Fem!Reader X Miles Kane

Warnings: penetrative sex (p in v), fingering, anal, double penetration, oral (male and female receiving), threesome, timid-submissive reader/dominant miles and alex, degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, basically no plot just pure smut lol

Alex and Miles just adored how that little blush would creep up on your cheeks whenever they got under your skin. Whether it be the little nicknames or subtle touches, they loved to see you flustered. You never did much about it, after all they were the boss and secretly you loved the attention.

You were their personal assistant for The Last Shadow Puppets North America tour, which was most definitely a dream come true in every way. You were being paid to travel the country while embracing the beauty of music, something you'd always wanted to do anyways- you wouldn't have passed up this opportunity for anything. Your bosses also found some enjoyment in having you around. They quickly took a liking to you, perhaps even liking you too much.

We had just finished off a concert at a huge venue and the crowds were fantastic, to say everyone was in a celebratory mood would be an understatement. You knew Alex and Miles were thrilled and decided to meet them back in their dressing room with a bottle of fine whiskey you'd been saving, figuring its an excuse to celebrate so why not. You knocked on their door waiting nervously, tugging at your short skirt. They still had that embarrassing effect on you, they were always so unpredictable.

It felt like ages before the door swung open, but when it did it was Miles that stood on the other side. His bottom jaw was lined with a light stubble, he wore a fitting dress shirt that hugged the muscular curves of his arms. "Hey sweetheart, what are you up to?", he questioned. You sheepishly held up the offering, making him crack a smile. He gestured for you to come in, "fantastic show tonight guys", you say earnestly, "everyone really loved it". "Thats always the hope, doll", Alex says walking in from the bathroom with a comb in hand. He donned a black blazer over his neat dress shirt, his hair was slightly messy but in a rather entrancing way.

"I just wanted to bring something nice, I would hate to be a disturbance", you say after a bit of small talk, setting the bottle onto the dresser. You begin to shuffle towards the door. "Whats the rush, darling", Alex says, leaning beside the doorframe, the small comb running through his hair. You feel his eyes rake your body, shamelessly lingering on your chest, the small top leaving very little to the imagination. "You're cute when you're nervous", he smirks after a moment, continuing over to the large mirror agains the wall.

Your cheeks are burning a painfully obvious red. "In fact, I think me and Miles have a job for you, miss Y/N", he announces, tossing the comb on the dresser. You notice the two of them share a knowing look. "Of course sir, whatever you need", your obedient nature is provoking them in ways you didn't understand. He approaches you, closing in until your noses are merely inches apart, "I think Mr Kane and I are having a real problem, doll". "Yes, sir?", you stutter, "I think you can help us with that", his voice dripped with lust.

Alex grips your chin, the pad of his thumb swiping over your bottom lip. Your pretty eyes were practically begging him to ruin you and tonight he just had no restraint left in him. He wraps his large hand around your neck and pulls you into a salacious kiss. You hear Miles low voice murmuring against the nape of your neck, "Your supposed to satisfy our every desire love", pressing himself against your back while his hands grace your hips. "Be a good little assistant, darling, and take care of your bosses, hm?", Alex whispers against your lips.

He pulled back, sitting down on the couch against the wall of the dressing room. He patted his thigh, "come 'ere, doll". You crawl over to him as he pulls his belt from his waist, beginning to remove his pants, "ass up pretty girl, we can't leave Miles out now can we?". You feel Miles's large palms knead the flesh roughly, pulling you up onto all fours. You bite your lip in a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

"Suck my cock, darling", Alex commands and you're quick to oblige. He is much bigger than you ever expected, you've never seen anything like him. You wrap your hands around his thick base and align his tip to your delicate mouth. His blush tip rubs against your wet lips. You lightly drag your tongue across the tip of his cock, making him groan softly. After a few licks you begin sliding his tip between your lips, moving your hands to match the movements of your mouth. You can see the sweat glistening on his forehead and his jaw hanging slack. His hands find their way to the back of your head. He runs his fingers through your hair, gathering it up into a makeshift ponytail so he can get a better view. Your lips wrap round him perfectly as you bob your head with hollow cheeks, just trying to take all of him into your throat. He begins to grow impatient with your pacing, thrusting his hips into you and seeking more friction. His grip on your hair tightens as he fucks your mouth. Drool dribbles from your lips as your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

Miles wets two fingers before easing them into you. He catches you off guard and you moan sharply with Alex still stuffed in your mouth. "Oh fuck- you like his fingers in your cunt like that don't you?", Alex taunts, hand gripping your hair to hold you into place while continues to fuck your throat, "moaning on my cock like a whore".

Miles wastes no time picking up a brutal pace, stretching you deliciously. He thrusts and curls his fingers into you until he reaches just the right place that makes you shiver and then he abuses it. When he sees how wet you are he can't stop himself from tasting you. "God this cunt's so fucking sweet", he groans, sucking on your clit while he continues fingering your weak hole. You feel yourself reaching your breaking point, the pleasure of Miles's dexterous fingers and skillful tough plus the lack of oxygen from Alex's aggressive thrusts was making you dizzy in all the right ways. "Cum for me sweet girl", Miles whispers against your ass. How could you possibly deny him? In moments, you're shaking and drooling all over Alex as he continues to fuck your face through your orgasm, only pulling you off to engulf you in a kiss that could only be described as erotic.

You feel Miles spit on the puckered hole of your ass, making you jolt. He rubs his thumb around it, spreading his saliva. The feeling was unfamiliar but not in a bad way. You feel something cold penetrating you suddenly and you squirm. "Relax love, just a little toy to help get you ready for us, that alright?", he questions, the last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable. You nodded quickly in understanding and obedience. Your reaction decorated Alex's expression with a wicked smile. "Such a good girl for us, so eager to please", Alex breathes, angling your face to meet his eye. His gaze is dark and hungry, like a predator staring back at its prey. You feel Miles's tip running through your wet folds and you whine, "such a desperate, pretty girl", Alex taunts, you can only look up at him with big pleading eyes and it just feeds the ever growing fire in him.

Miles slides into you with ease, "fuck- you are soaking", he gasps. You whine as he stretches you out, practically splitting you in two. You can hear him panting, relishing the feeling of you squeezing against him. Meanwhile, Alex is taking in every movement you make. His hand grasps your throat just right, making you feel perfectly dazed. Your voice is light and airy, desperate mewls and incoherent babbles escape your plush lips. He guides you to caress his desperate cock, pulling your hand up and down his shaft, your fingers grazing his sensitive tip. His breathy moans are only turning you on more. His hands begin toying with your breasts, rolling your sensitive nipples between his fingertips. The small sensations making you wriggle against him and propelling you closer to your release.

Miles slams into you from behind, making you shake against Alex's grip, they both know you are slowly falling to pieces in their arms. "Cum on his cock, doll", Alex commands, the way he holds your jaw is demanding eye contact. The pair pull you apart once again, leaving you convulsing. Your hands shake weakly as you continue trying to pleasure Alex through your orgasm. "Thats a girl- don't fucking stop stroking me like that", Alex whispers, moving your hand against him as Miles fucks you through until you're collapsing onto the couch.

Alex pulls you into his lap, "I need to get my share of that pussy, darling". He turns you until your back is pressed against his chest. You look up at Miles who towers over you, "you have no idea how long I've waited to see you like this", he whispers. You feel our breath get sucked from your lungs as Alex thrusts himself into you. He doesn't take his time like Miles, he is aggressive and needy. His desire has eaten away at any patience he had left. His hands grasp your hips, keeping you hovered above him while he pistons into you, his heavy balls smacking against your cunt. He drags himself out of you and snaps back in with haste like a starved man, so deprived of you.

Miles grasps you chin, commanding your attention, "Look at me while you get fucked, sweet girl". Your eyes fluttering open as your lips parted, lustful whines fall from them at every jerk of Alex's hips. Miles takes the opportunity to push his thumb into your mouth, the calloused pad flattening your tongue. He spit into your gaping mouth and you swallowed greedily. "Such a good girl", he breathes as he takes in the sight of you, his free hand stroking his aching cock. You're drooling all over his thumb while Alex pounds into you brutally.

Alex's arm snakes around your waist from behind, his long fingers finding your clit with agility. He rubbed rough circles over the small bundle of nerves. You writhe against him and cry out in desperation. "Fuck-", Alex croaks out. You're gripping him so hard his hips stutter. God he was desperate, he needed to feel you clamp around him. He quickened his pace until you were practically screaming their names, "Thats it darling, let everyone know who's making you feel so good". The pressure in your abdomen was building rapidly, threatening to shatter you at any moment. "Please-", you babble weakly, a depraved smile forming on Alex's face, "oh well only because you asked so nicely". He picked up his pace even more, going faster and harder that you could've ever imagined. You fell to pieces in their hands.

Alex lays flat on his back and pulls you on top him, chest to chest. "We can't hog all the fun now doll, I think you're ready to take both of us hm?", he says, a devilish smirk dancing across his lips. You squeak out a small agreeance in response. Your chest was heaving as you recovered from the powerful orgasm, yet you still found yourself writhing against him seeking friction. Miles's hands are on you in seconds, squeezing your ass before landing a light slap. You feel him tug the plug loose, you feel empty at its absence, but not for long. He strokes himself with a lubricant, pumping himself in his hand a couple time before easing into your tight hole. You cry out loudly, your head falling against Alex's shoulder. "Thats it sweetheart, just like that", Miles whispers, "taking us so well".

The stretch burns and tears well up in the corners of your eyes, you've never felt so full. "Aw poor thing can't handle it?", Alex laughs, "oh but she looks so pretty like that, like a little fuckin' mess", Miles groans, lost in the ecstasy. "Just look at yourself darling", Alex gestures to the mirror against the wall of their dressing room. It gives a perfect view of the sinful sight. "Watch us fuck your pretty holes and take it like a good little slut", Alex hisses, teeth grazing your bare shoulder. God when he said that you couldn't help but clench around them, "take it like a good little slut, sweetheart, just like that". You liked that, you really liked that, and they knew it. "Fuck Alex, I think she likes being our little slut", Miles smirked. "That true doll? you like being our little fucktoy, hm?", Alex taunted further, "such a dirty little girl". That husky voice was cutting you like a hot knife and it was unbearable. You felt the cord within you snap, the white hot fire burning in your abdomen spread to every nerve within your body.

Your whole body shook against them as they continued pounding into you. Their pace was unrelenting as they sought out their own release. "You gonna take all our cum pretty girl?", Alex panted, his breath hot on your neck. You were too cockdrunk to reply. Your eyes were clouded with ecstasy like you were high off the pleasure. Your fucked out expression was artistic: your tearstained cheeks, your wet lips, and your messy hair. It was enough to leave him spilling inside you, Miles following shortly after. "Such a pretty little girl", Miles murmured kissing your shoulder delicately, "so pretty for us".

Miles hurried to grab a warm rag to clean you up, while Alex pulled you into his chest and held you close. He stroked your hair softly while you curled up against him, the evidence of what you'd just done beginning to drip down your thighs. His fingertips traced delicate patterns into your skin while you relaxed into him, "Our pretty little assistant".

This was definitely a first for me. I have never written for three so give me a bit of grace, but I thought it was an interesting challenge so I gave it a go. It's not super long, but it's more straight smut than anything lol. Ik its more Alex focused, I just love him too damn much. I am kinda having an LSP moment rn so I chose Miles as the third, but Jamie is fine asf so next time I do something like this it will prob be with him 🫣

As always, thank you sm for the request! Much luv.

PS: this isn't proofread, so if there are any mistakes please let me know!

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