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twstgarden · 2 months

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✰ ❝ 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘆 ❞

━ yan! octavinelle trio / yan! scarabia duo / yan! pomefiore trio x gn! reader (f/n means first name) (reader can be yuu or an oc) ━ certain friends on campus have started to be a little overbearing. to the point where they won't let you leave their dormitory so easily.

cw: (including but not limited to) yandere themes, unhealthy relationships/obsessions, use of drugs, mentions of drugging/spiking, captivity, kidnapping, mentions of curse/poisoning, love bombing/acts of manipulation

requested by: @mx.lustreless request type: scenarios requester’s message: Not mucy to say, just a bunch of yandere scenarios, I'm not sure if you're still taking requests but i guess you still are? You can get creative :> florist’s note: thank you for the request and for filling out the form!

this work may contain spoilers from chapters 3, 4, and 5, octavinelle, scarabia, and pomefiore's arcs respectively.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

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━ 𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 ━

"ah, if it isn't prefect!"

you took a deep breath, exhaling it softly as you gave azul a forced smile the moment he laid eyes on you again. you did not want to return to mostro lounge again due to the uncomfortable vibes you have been getting, but you had no choice as your friend dragged you to have an afternoon snack in this private café.

"hello..." you mumbled in reply, avoiding his gaze with a clear indication that you wanted to leave as soon as possible. however, your friend was already ordering a drink as jade jotted down the orders on a notepad.

his sharp eyes then looked at you with that grin on his face, "and you? dear f/n?" your friend then looked at you with a smile, making you look back at the menu as you replied, "um... i won't order for now."

"are you not hungry?" your friend asked, tilting their head before sighing, "we've been in class all day and i did not see you eat! you should have something..."

then, your friend decided to place an order for you, and jade merely smiled as he wrote down the drinks and/or meals for you both. you breathed a sigh of relief the moment he, his twin, and his boss left your table.

"you seem tense," noted your friend.

"i'm just tired..." you lied, smiling a little at them.

initially, you enjoyed the atmosphere of the mostro lounge and it has always been your go-to spot after class and during the weekends. you have grown used to the trio's presence and considered them as close friends.

however, the longer you kept visiting them, the more you've noticed how odd they've been acting.

they won't let you leave easily, even if it is past the closing time.

azul has been trying to get you to sign a contract, claiming it was harmless and he would never cheat a "friend".

jade has been trying to feed you mushrooms that he found during his hike, claiming that they were safe to eat and he even added special ingredients. only the seven knows what drug or potions he has been pouring into his meals made for you.

floyd was also trying to feed you meals made by him, as well as trying to drag you around wherever he went, disguising it as a form of hang out despite his "threats" on your attempts to leave.

maybe they just want to spend time with me, is what you thought, but day by day, you have been slowly proven wrong with how close they are at times.

you snapped out of your thoughts the moment floyd served your dishes and drinks. your friend was ecstatic as they quickly dug into their meal, while you looked up to see floyd smiling down at you in an innocent way, but there was a hint of something ominous behind that smile.

"here's your food, shrimpy!"

you gulped and mumbled, "thanks..." looking down at your meal, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. it looks exactly as it does on the menu, and the drinks did not have anything suspicious on them — or at least, that's what you think.

your friend was happily enjoying their food. seeing how relaxed they were gave you relief - at least the food or drink wasn't drugged. a soft sigh left your lips as you started to have your meal, enjoying the taste despite the unreadable expression on your face.

you can feel their stares. their eyes watch you with a daunting gaze, and even if they were not in your peripheral vision, you knew they were settled by the bar, watching you like a hawk.

you could have called them out or reported their suspicious behaviour, no? but why? they were your friends. they would never do anything to harm you. you weren't sure if it was some form of coping mechanism or if you still held some trust for them deep down, but all you knew was the guilt that continuously seeped into your mind at the thought of reporting their behaviour to the faculty staff.

you were afraid, but you still trust them. azul always had a way of messing with your psychological thoughts, and the twins were there to back him up and manipulate you into thinking they were only being friendly.

"oh! i left my phone at the campus, i'll be right back!" your friend spoke as they realised their cellular device was not on their person. they quickly stood up and left the lounge, leaving you alone as you tried to reach out to them, "wait-!"

but they were long too gone.

damn it.

you stayed silent for a moment, thoughts swirling in your mind as you looked back at the meal that you have been consuming for the past few minutes now.

your gaze then went to the bar to see them smiling at you. drat. you made eye contact with them and that was more than enough of an invitation to approach you.

"it seems your friend left rather abruptly," noted azul as he sat beside you with that suspicious smile of his. you merely hummed in response as floyd sat on your other side and spoke in a rather enthusiastic voice, "shrimpy! did you like the food?"

"it tastes great..." you replied, avoiding eye contact as you continued to stare at your half-eaten meal. floyd was pleased to hear you say this, making him pat your back before pulling you in for an asphyxiating hug.

you tried to pull away, patting his arm as a signal to let go and that you wanted to breathe. however, he was not letting you off, which made jade sigh as he spoke to his brother, "floyd, you are suffocating the prefect."

"oh no~ oops~!" replied floyd as he released you, but you knew he was not genuine in that little 'oops' of his. as soon as he released you, you started to feel lightheaded. your vision was blurring and doubling, and your head was throbbing in pain as you leaned on the table, unable to keep your eyes open.

the trio merely smiled as azul held you close to him and whispered, "you appear to be tired... it's alright, rest here... this is your home now..."

unable to fight back or stay awake, your eyes fluttered shut and your consciousness started slipping as you fell into a deep state of sleep. the last words you heard gave you a sense of fear, but you were now too powerless to do anything.

"we won't hurt you. we're your friends..."

━ 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙖 ━

"but...!"

"i need to head back to my dorm, kalim..." you spoke once again, wanting to return back to your room to sleep after the energy-consuming party you just had in scarabia mere moments ago.

"we have guest rooms here!" reasoned kalim, not wanting to let you leave.

"as much as i wanted to stay, i can't... sorry..."

there was no way you'd stay in that guest room after the incident. a frown found its way to kalim's lips as jamil sighed, "kalim... we can't force them to stay." with a defeated expression, kalim unwrapped his arms around you as he spoke to you, "will you come back tomorrow?"

relief. that was what you felt the moment you thought you would be back in your room. as much as you loved hanging out with them, you wanted a shut-eye too. "yeah, of course! i'll see you tomorrow," you replied before waving goodbye to the two and leaving their dorm.

the moment you arrived at your dormitory, the first thing you greeted were your pillows. you had quickly fallen asleep and thought of nothing but getting the rest you needed. it was the weekend tomorrow, so you were free to sleep in as much as you wanted.

the next day came by quickly and you were invited for lunch at scarabia. you loved the meals they served and their hospitality has made you feel more at home than you ever felt in this academy.

everything was going splendidly. the meals were fantastic, the drinks were refreshing, and the atmosphere was lively - the perfect scenario for a weekend lunch with friends, no?

you spent hours after lunch with them; studying, reading, sharing stories about school experiences and personal lives, and whatnot. however, you started to feel drowsy around the afternoon, wanting to take a nap to preserve your energy and rest.

you have become drowsy several times lately.

of course, you thought nothing of it. you were just exhausted from all the responsibilities you had to tackle, nothing out of the ordinary. kalim seemed to have noticed your drowsy state and quickly gave you one of the sofa pillows nearby. without another word, you grabbed the pillow and laid your head on it, passing out almost immediately.

minutes turned into hours and you had woken up from your nap - although, sleep was a better term as you had been out for hours now. rubbing the drowsiness from your eyes, you let out a soft yawn and sat up, feeling the soft mattress underneath as you looked at the spot you were lying on in confusion.

'a bed? where am i...?'

you thought you were back at your dorm, but the interior was completely different from your room. that's when it hit you, you were in one of scarabia's dormitory rooms. you quickly got out of bed and ran to the door, trying to open it only to find it unlocked.

"shit..." you muttered under your breath as you looked around the room for its key, but it was nowhere to be found. you quickly banged on the door, hoping someone was outside to hear you, "is anyone there?!"

it was silent for a while until you heard a jingle of keys from the other side of the door, making you sigh in relief as you thought you were about to witness freedom, "oh thank goodness... please open the door!"

the sounds of the keys were giving you a sense of relief, and you thought they were about to unlock the door. however, only silence followed and no other sound was heard. what was going on?

"hello? is anyone there?" you called out once more, banging on the door, "please unlock the door! i don't see the key in here!"

then, a chuckle was heard on the other side of the door, giving you a sense of fear at the thought of someone purposefully locking you in here.

"you should take a rest, prefect."

that was jamil's voice. you knocked on the door again as you pleaded for your freedom, "jamil? please unlock the door!"

"you ought to keep it down. people are sleeping. we wouldn't want to wake them up now, would we?" spoke jamil as he let out a sigh, "you'll be staying in there. this is your new home now... good night."

his footsteps then started to fade as you continued banging on the door, "jamil?! let me out!!! come back!!! kalim! please!" all the relentless knocking and banging on the door were for naught as no one came to your aid.

days have passed and you barely remember much of what had happened, but you had vague memories of wanting to escape this wretched dormitory, then making the sudden decision to stay as if you were being hypnotized. they had fed you, entertained you, and took care of you during your whole stay.

they've been nothing but good to you! why would you want to leave?

why do you feel as if you are being manipulated to stay?

━ 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙚 ━

you were frozen in place for a few hours now with only epel in the room as he got himself busy with carving apples. if you hadn't been cursed by vil's unique magic, you would have run out of the door and never looked back at this dormitory.

but alas, you have fallen for his trick and bit into an apple slice that he had cursed without your knowledge. now, you were stuck seated on this couch settled in their lounge.

"epel...?"

you called out, making the first-year pause his carving as he looked at you. how could he still look at you with an innocent gaze after being involved in your captivity?

"mm?"

"how long 'till vil's spell wears off?" you asked, hoping it would be sooner rather than later.

"30 minutes," replied epel before tilting his head, "you are not looking to escape now, are 'ya?" you quickly shook your head in response, giving him a fake enthusiastic smile, "no! no! not at all!"

"lying won't help you, chéri(e)."

you quickly turned quiet at the sound of rook's voice. his footsteps paired with another one gave you a hint that vil was in the room as well, walking towards you before the dormitory head stood before you, leaning down as he held your cheek as if to inspect your face.

rook stood beside vil as he spoke patronisingly, "mon dieu! those tear stains on your face pain my heart. why the tears?" you glared at rook as he knew exactly why you were feeling this way, but he merely smiled at you.

"we fed you, cared for you, gifted you luxurious things, helped you in all your assignments, and so much more. why are you being ungrateful?" spoke vil as he narrowed his gaze at you with a frown. you did not say a word in response, not wanting to raise their irritation and anger towards you.

vil sighed at your lack of response, "stop acting like a spoiled child."

"then set me free."

you demanded freedom, hoping they would grant it to you despite the low chances. they have given you everything, so why can't they give you the freedom you desire?

"you know we can't do that," spoke vil as you felt his hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb ever so slightly to give you a sense of comfort, "it's dangerous and there is nothing out there that will satisfy and love you."

"my friends—"

"your friends have long forgotten you, dear," replied vil as he cut you off, "in fact, they are glad that you are no longer interacting with them..."

you did not want to believe him, but the way he spoke to you in such a tone with that comforting caress made you stay quiet. epel and rook then sat beside you while vil gently started playing with your locks, a glint of satisfaction was evident in his eyes but you did not notice them as you were staring at the ground.

'hah! just say the right words and you'll fall into our trap once again... how naive...'

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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The batfam as teacher comment section in report card.

Dick: Mr. Grayson brings a contagious energy to the class and his enthusiasm is well-appreciated. However, he tends to channel that energy very physically and while that may benefit his learning, it's a disruption to other students. This is a frequently recurring issue that I would like to discuss with a parent or guardian.

Translation – Is this kid ADHD because he won't sit the FUCK down

Jason: Mr. Todd has displayed remarkable attention to detail and a love of literature that I can only attribute to positive reinforcement at home, and he's always a pleasure to have in class. As much as I appreciate seeing him apply his lessons outside of school hours, I believe there are more productive avenues of discussing Shakespearean playwriting with his peers than what he has been reportedly doing.

Translation – Stop biting your thumb at people

Tim: Mr. Drake continues to exceed expectations in his schoolwork, but his attendance and participation may become a detriment to his overall grades if unaddressed. I have caught him sleeping in class on multiple occasions but he has yet to provide me a reason why he is so tired. Additionally, last month one of our monitors caught him loitering in the bathroom with a note that I did not recall writing.

Translation – Get some sleep and also you can't make your own hall passes

Damian: I have had the privilege of teaching the Wayne family through my decades at this institution and I believe that Damian takes after his father the most in more ways than expected. His grades are stellar and he is well-organized, but I'm noticing familiar and concerning traits in his attitude and social interactions. I am requesting a meeting with his parent to understand the full context so I can devise a plan for out how to best support him.

Translation – Forget falling, the apple is still on the damn tree

Duke: Mr. Thomas has been a pleasure to have in my chemistry lab and is always willing to help classmates who are struggling. However, after last week's minor combustion reaction mishap, I think it would be worthwhile to review the lab safety packet that all students received at the beginning of the year.

Translation – How did you set water on fire

Cullen: Mr. Row displays a passion for transformative literature and demonstrates a clear understanding of modern media culture that has helped him synthesize a lot of our complex readings. However, I'm concerned about his laptop being a distraction, especially with numerous incidences of him looking at non-academic material.

Translation – Quit reading fanfics in class

Stephanie: You should be pleased to know that Miss Brown consistently keeps the well-being of her peers in mind. This semester, she launched a meal initiative for students whose needs could not be met by the school cafeteria. While we value her good intentions, she has been causing hallway obstructions and there are some regulatory concerns that we need to discuss.

Translation – She sold pancakes in the halls without a permit

Cassandra: Although Miss Cain is relatively quiet in class, she continues to blow me away with her breadth of knowledge not just on class materials, but also interpersonal details. While this is a good skill to cultivate, we ask that she dial it back especially with our faculty. Additionally, please remember that the teacher's lounge is a staff-only space and students should remain in the common areas.

Translation – She knows too much

Barbara: Miss Gordon is easily one of the best AP Computer Science students I've seen in my twenty years of teaching. She even went above and beyond the scope of our class to apply what we've learned to a greater school context. While that is deserving of credit, I'd also like to remind her that, in the future, certain ideas should be subjected to careful consideration before actions are taken.

Translation – She hacked the lunch menu to make every day French Fry Friday

Harper: Miss Row has a remarkable aptitude for the engineering process that exceeds beyond what students her age can typically grasp, and she is very inventive in her own right. That being said, I would appreciate it if she followed our lesson plans more closely and reviewed our guidelines for woodshop safety so everyone can continue to have a positive experience.

Translation – She made a working crossbow out of popsicle sticks

Carrie: Miss Kelley is a bright student who brings positive energy that is very much needed, especially in morning classes. However, she's been falling behind with several missing assignments at this point, and her explanations for why she cannot finish her work don't seem to be sufficient.

Translation – "Killer Croc ate my homework" Yeah and I'm Batman

Kate: Miss Kane seems to be very eager to move forward to the next stage of her life, as evidenced by her Career Day presentation. While I believe young people should be free to explore their passions, I also think that Kate would benefit from some workshops outlining more feasible options.

Translation – "Get bitches" isn't a career goal

Alfred: Mr. Pennyworth is easily one of the best students this institution has seen, both in his academic record and extracurricular activities. He recently expressed interest in the sharpshooting team, which I will not discourage him from, seeing how highly accurate he is. As of this year, I will be retiring as the coach for the team, but I wish him all the best.

Translation – I'm not about to get on his bad side

Selina: Miss Kyle's resourcefulness continues to astound me. Earlier in the semester, she forgot her locker combination and quickly improvised a mechanism to safely unlock it using only the materials around her. The speed and accuracy with which she did that will surely benefit her in the future.

Translation – Did... did she just pick a lock with another lock?

Bruce: No further comments.

Translation – whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck—

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Dire Crowley - Raven Jacket (Voice Lines)

Following is my translation of the voice lines for Crowley's Raven Jacket card.

Spoilers after the cut.

Summon

🐦‍⬛: Good day, everyone. Now then, I shall reveal to you all the innermost secrets of magic.

🐦‍⬛: Is there anything you're having trouble with? If so, please don't hesitate to reach out to me. For am I so very kind, you see!

Home Lines

🐦‍⬛: Did you call for me?

🐦‍⬛: It's not only the students who look forward to the holidays - the entire school staff does, as well. The same goes for me, matter of fact!

🐦‍⬛: You'd like to know why I disrupt class sometimes? What sort of a question is that! All I'm doing is ensuring no one is slacking off!

🐦‍⬛: Hm…? Ah, I hadn't noticed my shoes had gotten a tad dirty. I'll give them a nice polish later.

🐦‍⬛: How is life at Ramshackle Dorm? No, no, you needn't say anything. I can already tell by that face you're making how much you simply adore living there.

🐦‍⬛: I'm so glad to see how dedicated you are to your studies. I wish the other students would take after you, they're all so terribly undisciplined.

🐦‍⬛: That ghost camera was just sitting around gathering dust in the- Erm, I meant to say, we've been following a most stringent regimen to keep it in pristine shape all this time. You best take good care of it.

🐦‍⬛: I never meddle with the rules and lifestyles that each dorm establishes, as I respect the students' autonomy… And I also just simply don't have time for all that.

🐦‍⬛: You wish to know the full extent of my powers? That's an awfully reckless thing to ask, you know. That concerns me as your principal.

🐦‍⬛: Excuse me! Grim's wolfing down my candy again! Please, you must watch him better!!

🐦‍⬛: Hm? You wish for me to instruct you personally? I do apologize, but if I did that, I'd just be taking away the teachers' jobs from them.

🐦‍⬛: I'm so relieved to have such a diligent, outstanding student as you. Please do continue looking after all these problem children for me.

Groovy

🐦‍⬛: This is Night Raven College, a prestigious arcane academy. You should feel proud to be here, never forget that.

DUO

🐦‍⬛: Allow me to show you how it's done, Grim-kun!

🐈‍⬛: You ain't gotta show me nothin', Principal!

#dire crowley #twst #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #twst jp #voice lines

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neukdaez · 8 months

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say my name

rating: explicit

member: euijoo

notes: song-inspired fic, fem!reader, brother's friend, acquaintances to lovers, kitchen sex, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, maki is your younger brother, appearance by nicholas

a/n: my birthday fic for euijoo! i know his birthday's done both in korea and in where i live lol but it's still the 7th somewhere!!!! the song i incorporated into this is deny's say my name, which is a taglish song but i included translations for the lyrics i used here. this is my first full one shot on this account too aaaa so please enjoy!

there's something inherently exciting about doing things you shouldn't do, in meeting people who are bad for you, in sneaking around behind shadows, ducking from sight as the adrenaline pumps through your veins.

your heartbeat is loud, but your footsteps are quiet.

hindi mo ba napapansin, kung ga'no kainit ang hangin? (don't you notice how the air's turned hot?)

we've all had those moments in our lives when we stare off into space, teetering on the edge of doing something incredibly reckless. a lot of us have these moments more than once. sometimes more than once a day. you've had your fair share of internal battles about a risky decision, but this is the first time you can actually feel the suffocation creeping up on you as you rattle off your internal monologue.

but first, you need to find maki and wring his neck.

your brother has a friend. nicholas. and nicholas, in turn, has another friend.

euijoo.

and maki being the outgoing person he is, quickly became euijoo's friend, too. nevermind that nicholas and euijoo are both four years older than maki and are in their junior year of college while your little weasel of a brother is still in high school.

he met them in dance class, apparently. and they're thick as thieves.

so much so that they're in your living room right now, hogging the couch while they watch dance video after dance video on the tv.

this isn't a particularly new scene to witness. maki invites them over at least twice a week, and thanks to your parents' taste for the grander things in life, your living room has more than enough space for a bunch of young men to do their thing.

again, what business two twenty-somethings have in casually coming to a seventeen-year-old's house to hang out is beyond you. but you digress.

because at least maki has the sense to make friends with cute guys.

euijoo stands out to you, in particular. you're not sure why but there's definitely something about him. maybe it's his eyes, round and cute, like little cartoon saucers. or maybe it's his height. tall men are always a plus.

whatever it is, it's what's causing your inner turmoil, the more rational part of your brain fighting it out with the part of your brain that just makes you want to throw yourself at him.

wait, what?

you're at the top of the stairs, in the tiniest tank top you own, and while your lower half is safely covered in your pajama pants, the tight fit around your waist might raise some eyebrows (or catch eyes). the reasonable voice in your head tells you to cover up. you have visitors, for god's sake! but the small, mischievous whisper tells you to fuck it, flaunt it all to your brother's hot friends.

maybe you're overthinking it.

except, you aren't, because you're not blind and definitely not stupid.

nicholas did a double take the first time you met them, eyes scanning over you quickly. he's been tame since then, only greeting you curtly, but with a friendly enough smile nonetheless. then he turns back to his phone, typing away furiously. probably texting a girlfriend.

but euijoo's eyes linger. and while that may not mean anything now, you know that men are simple creatures. sauntering in front of him wearing what you're wearing now will definitely have him looking.

maybe you want him to look.

kalamnan ay unti-unting 'di maramdaman, natitirang konsensya, 'di na rin nadatnan (can't feel my insides, can't find what little conscience i have)

you climb down the stairs, your footsteps emitting soft thuds on the carpeted floor. your eyes stay true toward the direction of the kitchen, but a movement by the couch makes you shift your gaze.

you catch euijoo's eye briefly as he cranes his neck to look at you. you're still walking, albeit a little slower now. you fight the urge to smile when euijoo lets his line of sight fall to your chest.

"hey guys," you greet nonchalantly, breaking eye contact with euijoo. you glance at nicholas this time, sitting alone on the single-seater. he smiles warmly at you, giving a small wave.

maki is too engrossed in his phone to witness anything that's happening around him, particularly with his doe-eyed friend beside him on the couch.

"can you get me a soda from the fridge?" maki calls out to you as you enter the kitchen. you roll your eyes. ugh, little brothers.

you throw the refrigerator door open, snatching the four-pack of sodas. you pull one out for yourself, kicking the fridge shut before heading back out to the living room.

you press your soda to your neck, exhaling at the sensation against your warm skin. you extend your hand between maki and euijoo from behind the couch, handing them the rest of the sodas.

euijoo takes them from you, hand brushing against yours, and god does it feel like a predictable spicy romcom moment.

"thanks," euijoo says in his sweet honey voice. his lips turn up in the smallest of smiles.

"you're welcome," you reply, keeping your expression mostly neutral, raising your eyebrows in acknowledgement.

you turn away, making your way back to the stairs. you start your ascent and just before you disappear into the second floor, you give one final peek over the banister.

euijoo smiles once more as your eyes meet.

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you still want to wring maki's neck. but maybe also reward him with a fat wad of cash.

it's late into the night and you're sure euijoo and nicholas have left. you heard the front door slam open and shut about an hour ago and you're certain you heard maki enter his room a little after that. so you practically frolicked down into the kitchen, in dire need of a midnight snack. your parents are conveniently off at an overnight business function so no one would give you shit for banging around with the pots and pans.

you're in the process of rummaging through the ramyeon drawer, scrutinizing the different flavors, when you hear a noise behind you. your heart seizes up in your chest as you spin around, bracing yourself against the counter, eyes wide in shock.

"euijoo?!"

the young man stands in the kitchen doorway, clad in what you can only identify as sleepwear of his own. his face mirrors yours, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

"sorry, just wanted to get some water," euijoo quickly apologizes, holding his hands out defensively.

you exhale, stance relaxing as you watch him shuffle uncertainly towards the other side of the kitchen. the only thing that stands between the two of you is the kitchen island.

"maki didn't tell me you guys were sleeping over," you point out, ramyeon long forgotten behind you.

"then again, he never tells me anything," you add. euijoo chuckles.

he's retrieved a glass from a cupboard and before you can think further ahead, you reach over to the fridge beside you, ducking to get the pitcher from within.

it's now that you realize that you're practically sticking your ass out for euijoo to ogle at. you nearly giggle at the thought.

you straighten up, turning to place the water on the island. euijoo is leaning over the marble, eyeing you. you're not quite sure how his expression reads, but you smile politely, sliding the pitcher towards him.

"where's maki, anyway?" you ask.

"with nicholas. nico brought his car and they, uh...," euijoo trails off, silencing himself as he pours the water into his glass.

you cock your head to the side. "did you just send my underage brother out to buy alcohol?"

euijoo purses his lips, not saying a word. he clears his throat, seemingly suppressing a smile.

you exhale, pinching the bridge of your nose. opening your eyes, you see euijoo is looking at you over the rim of his glass as he drinks. you stare back, crossing your arms.

"well, i had my suspicions," you declare. "i started around his age, too."

euijoo nods, setting his glass down. "i see where he gets it from."

you narrow your eyes and euijoo looks back at you innocently.

"why didn't you go along with them?" you question, leaning over the island casually. you're still wearing the tank top from earlier and euijoo doesn't hide the fact that he's still looking.

to his credit, there seems to be the faintest blush on his cheeks. so, he's not completely shameless, at least.

"and leave you here alone? come on, i'm more of a gentleman than that," euijoo says, tone easy. he plants his hands on the island, mirroring you as he leans closer across from you.

i wanna do the things i never tried with ya', i wanna hear you say my name now, won't ya'

"that's very thoughtful of you," you supply appreciatively. euijoo smiles.

"the pleasure is mine, _______."

the sound of your name leaving euijoo's lips sends you back to the hypothetical edge, standing over a steep drop into shame.

are you really this kind of older sibling? flirting with your brother's friend, dressed in ridiculously thin clothing, practically laying yourself out on a big, wide, flat surface? you might as well spell it out for him at this point.

"when are they coming back?" you ask, resting your chin on your palm. you're properly bent over the island now. if euijoo had no idea a few minutes ago, he sure as hell knows what's up by now.

euijoo turns his back to you for a moment, placing the now empty glass in the sink. he looks down at you from where he's standing and glances away briefly as if thinking.

"in a bit," he begins, coming around the counter. your breath hitches as you follow him with your eyes, heart thumping as he stops behind you.

you turn, leaning back against the marble now as euijoo watches you. every blink, every time you shift your weight, every breath, it feels like he's taking it all in.

"it's a friday night, so the traffic might be hell out there," euijoo points out. "i'd say that's another twenty minutes or so. give or take."

baby, hindi na makahinga, i'm suffocating pero hindi masama (baby, can't breathe anymore, i'm suffocating, but it's not bad)

"what do you wanna do till then?" you press on, batting your eyes at the man in front of you. one side of his mouth turns up in a smirk.

he's cute enough that it looks almost endearing. but the sparkle in his eye points to something else.

"whatever takes twenty minutes or so to do," euijoo suggests with a raise of his brow. he steps closer and you're almost toe to toe.

i kinda like it, adrenalina'y tumatakbo, dibdib ay kumakabog, sa tubig kinakapos (i kinda like it, adrenaline's running, chest is pounding, running short on water)

you reach out but euijoo beats you to whatever you're trying to do. his hand circles your wrist as he moves even closer.

kalamnan ay unti-unting 'di maramdaman, natitirang konsensya, 'di na rin nadatnan (can't feel my insides, can't find what little conscience i have)

euijoo's other hand lays on your hip. he ducks his head so he's level with your face. you breathe in and euijoo grins.

isang utos mo lang, hindi na mahindian, bae (just one command and i can't say no to you, bae)

in your head, you're cursing how he's so stupidly hot and cute and charming at the same time that you'd have no problem doing whatever it is he wants you to.

"kiss me," euijoo dares, eyebrows rising for a second, as if in challenge.

it's embarrassing how loud you moan once euijoo's lips are on yours. your hands immediately come up to cup at his face and his own palms smooth around your waist, up your back, before descending again to ultimately rest on your ass.

euijoo is a damn good kisser and you can barely keep up with every slide of his tongue on yours and every pass of his lips over your parted ones.

euijoo's hands move to your shoulders, pointer fingers hooking through the thin straps of your top, pulling them down. you gasp against euijoo's mouth, your chest exposed in its near entirety.

you pull back, watching with labored breaths as euijoo tugs the front of your shirt down, letting one of your tits hang out. you bite your lip as he takes ahold of it, squeezing gently. his other hand maneuvers itself beneath the waistband of your pajamas, wriggling under your underwear, before finally finding purchase against the heat between your legs.

it's pathetic, really, how quickly you turn to putty under euijoo's touch. a man you've known for barely a few weeks, pulling at your every string, playing you like a fiddle.

"cute," euijoo murmurs, leaning in to plant a brief kiss on the side of your mouth.

euijoo draws small, tight circles on your clit and you squirm, knuckles white as you grasp onto the counter behind you. you tuck your chin against your chest, squeezing your eyes shut when you feel euijoo tease at your entrance.

euijoo's hold on your breast disappears and instead, he gently handles one side of your face, tilting your head up. you meet his eyes just as he plunges one finger into you.

your eyes flutter shut and euijoo kisses you again, hot and messy and slick with both of your spit. he adds another finger and you whine, hips stuttering against his hand. your knees feel weak and you're convinced they're ready to give out.

euijoo pumps in and out of your slowly, letting your wetness coat his fingers. he curls his digits just as he pushes up and you clench down, a pleasurable heat spreading across your body.

"fuck, euijoo," you whisper. he pulls back slightly, observing your expressions.

"tell me when you're close," euijoo instructs. his voice has dropped, making you shiver.

euijoo picks up his speed, curling his fingers periodically, movements almost calculated like he's done this a million times before. the thought of euijoo being experienced, mastering the ins and outs of this, makes your whole body prickle with excitement.

"c-close," you manage to whimper out.

euijoo maintains his speed but presses harder and harder each time against your spongy walls. you clamp a hand over your mouth as you feel your belly tighten.

"euijoo, i'm gonna—oh my god!"

your orgasm wipes all coherent thoughts from your head, knocking the air out of you in one fell swoop. euijoo wraps an arm around your torso, keeping you upright as you ride your high out on his fingers. he presses his lips to your temple as you start to calm down, chest rising and falling rapidly.

euijoo pulls his hand from your pajamas, holding your gaze as he licks his fingers clean of you. your face burns but you can't look away, mesmerized by the way his lips and tongue move.

don't gotta get emotions if it's okay with ya', but I might fuck around and catch feelings for ya'

euijoo smiles, eyes raking over your disheveled form.

"we better hurry," euijoo speaks up, dipping down to kiss you. you taste yourself faintly on his mouth,

you tug your pajamas and underwear down, letting them fall to the floor. you kick them off to the side, pulling back as euijoo does the same. your eyes travel down to see his cock standing red and angry against his stomach.

"like what you see?" euijoo asks playfully, a hand coming down to stroke at his shaft a few times.

you bite down on your lip, trying to suppress a grin. euijoo chuckles, large hands taking hold of your hips. he maneuvers you to face away from him, your front digging into the marble of the kitchen counter.

you lean forward, letting your front squish against the surface, back arched perfectly. you hear euijoo whistle lowly, a hand smoothing down your back.

"looking good, _______," euijoo compliments, knees knocking against your thighs, signaling you to part them. you adjust your stance, exposing more of yourself to euijoo.

"that's it," euijoo mutters and you feel something poke against your waiting hole.

you let out a mix of a sigh of relief and a choked-up sob as you feel euijoo push in. you crane your neck to see what euijoo's doing and his eyebrows are knit together, concentration on his features as he fills you all the way in.

you see his eyes roll into the back of his head as he bottoms out, hands automatically gripping at your waist, keeping you steady.

euijoo starts moving and your head drops onto the counter. the stretch feels euphoric, euijoo's cock dragging deliciously against your walls.

"euijoo," you whine. his hips snap up repeatedly, pace starting to pick up as he loses himself in your cunt.

"so good," euijoo whispers. "you feel amazing, _______."

you preen at his words, burying your face in your folded arms. the angle lets him hit that spot deep within you perfectly and you already feel the beginnings of your second orgasm creeping up.

you gasp softly as you feel fingers tangling themselves in your hair and you cry out fully when you feel euijoo tug your head back by your locks.

"fuck, come here, angel," euijoo implores, an arm around your midsection as he pulls you against him.

euijoo's holding you up all by himself and you let him, too weakened by the way he's fucking into you.

euijoo's movements quicken, thrusts turning shallow as he ruts against you. you wonder for a moment if it's possible to go mad over cock. the thought is a ridiculous one, but with the way euijoo fucks you, harsh yet contained, with all the finesse and enthusiasm combined, you start to think it might not be too much of a stretch.

euijoo presses his mouth behind your ear, sucking lightly and you shiver, his breath tickling your sensitive skin.

"where?" euijoo asks, voice strained. it's obvious he's holding his release back.

it takes you a second to register his question and euijoo grunts softly, movements now erratic.

"where do you want it, angel?" euijoo repeats.

"inside," you say, walls clenching down as you feel your own orgasm approach. "please, inside."

it doesn't take long for euijoo's hips to stutter, fucking into you at a brutal pace for a few seconds before he stills, spilling himself deep in you. the feeling of him finishing inside sends you over the edge in turn, euijoo's name falling loudly from your mouth.

euijoo lets go of you and you slump over the counter, sweaty and spent. he slowly pulls out and you wince, pushing yourself upright with shaky arms.

"put this on, quick," euijoo reminds, handing you your underwear and bottoms. "before you, uh, make a mess on your kitchen floor."

you blush violently at his words, hurriedly pulling your clothes back on. euijoo does the same, wordlessly putting on his pajama pants.

you make eye contact and a second goes by without either of you saying a word. a moment later, the two of you burst out in silent giggles.

"i'd say that was about twenty minutes," euijoo comments, rubbing the back of his neck, a sudden shyness overcoming his demeanor.

before you can get a word out, you hear the front door slam open, hushed voices carrying through the house to the kitchen.

"_______? are you awake?" maki asks.

you and euijoo exchange a look.

#&team smut #&team scenarios #&team imagines #euijoo smut #euijoo scenarios #euijoo imagines #w: euijoo

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mongpht · 7 months

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Rollo Flamme - Student Council President Uniform SSR [translate]

PART 1

Noble Bell College - Bell Tower Interior

Rollo: Hmm… it's a bit cool. And sunrise time is getting later and later every day. Hmmm… It's a good time of year. I can spend less time in the classroom listening to silly stories from mindless students. Time to do what I have to do today before everyone wakes up… Besides, I wouldn't want those annoying creeps to find me.

Noble Bell College - Bell Tower Upstairs

Gargoyles: jumping.

Rollo: Yeah, shut up, you two! You bloody gargoyles! It's not nice to jump around like that. Why don't you two behave yourselves?

Gargoyles: * calms down *

Rollo: Yeah, I'll do you on my next day off. I can't bear to abandon what I've started. If you understand, leave already. I have important work to do… Finally. They're really annoying, aren't they? The mere fact that they live through magic is terrifying, and the noise… If I hadn't been watching the bell tower, I wouldn't have noticed those blocks of stone… Isn't that right, Salvation Bell. Hmm… You're very handsome today. How nice it would be if everyone were like you. It rings when it should ring and is silent when it should be silent. Nothing is ever so right and certain.

Rollo: …Оh. The sun will be up soon. Gotta get everything cleaned up before the ringers come. Let me hear your beautiful sound tonight. Oh, Salvation Bell!

PART 2

Noble Bell College - Courtyard

Rollo: You won't hear any nasty mages here. Let's take a break….

???: Headman, it's you!

Rollo: Huh?

Vice President: We've been looking for you, Rollo-kaicho*. I can't believe you had lunch here.

Rollo: You--

Vice President: Rollo-caicho, you eat bread for lunch. I didn't know that because I didn't see him in the dining hall.

Rollo: Yes, that's right. Two croissants and 16 grapes. And a cup of coffee with milk. Exactly that much, no more and no less. It's a fixed lunch every day, 365 days a year.

Vice President: What, every day? The same thing every day?

Rollo: If you choose to, you won't be driven by unnecessary desires. It's refreshing and very satisfying. I recommend it to you as well.

Vice President: I can't do that. I'd get bored too quickly.

Rollo: … I'm sorry you don't understand. What's more, you want something from me.

Vice President: Oh, yes. The teacher was just looking for Rollo-kaicho. He wants to know as soon as possible if the book report you recently submitted can be put in the newspaper.

Rollo: A newspaper?… If I take the morning paper, I take the morning edition of the Brilliant Country News.

Vice President: Yeah. It's amazing to be in such a big newspaper! That's what Rollo-caicho is all about. They told me again in class today that kaicho was the only one who passed his Potions test with a perfect grade.

Rollo: Hmm. Not a big deal.

Vice President: You're the very modesty! The other day you even made a hard-to-grow aquatic magic plant bloom. The teacher was very impressed. I have great respect for you. There is no other magician in this academy who knows as much as Rollo-kaicho knows!

Rollo: I see. mumbles Ironic, isn't it?

Vice President: Is something wrong?

Rollo: Don't worry about it. In fact, thank you for talking to me. And for your concern.

Vice President: Don't mention it! But while you're here, may I join you for lunch?

Rollo: … Absolutely not. We're almost done eating. Let's go straight to the teacher. Excuse me, I'll leave you to it. We'll have lunch next time.

Vice President: I see. Then I'll join you another time!

Noble Bell College - Lecture Hall

Rollo: … It's carefree. So carefree… I don't know what I'm thinking. Oh, that's not even the point. Let's go to the staff room.

PART 3

City of Flowers

Rollo: Good afternoon… Yes, that's right. I need my usual set of forms and envelopes. Yes, one plain white one… Hmmm, I agree with you.Even if some would call it anachronistic*, letters are a good thing. It's not as convenient as emails or phone calls, but the time spent means less careless remarks. What, are there cheaper ones from other manufacturers similar to this kit…? No, let's go with the usual. Changing your writing style in the middle of writing won't help. Everything has to be consistent… Yes, indeed. Thanks for everything. See you later… Good salesman. As a citizen of a town that loves a righteous judge. As a college student, I have to learn from you… This town is easy to live in. The people are nice and the scenery is wonderful. But these beautiful flowers are also held in place by magical power … Flowers …. Magic … Hmm…mmm…mmm…Hahaha…..

Goat: Bleh.

Rollo: Hmm. Is that a goat? What's wrong with you? Are you hungry? Unfortunately, I don't have anything you can eat right now. If you want to be fed, go to the others…..

Goat: Bleh.

Rollo: What? You're after my envelopes? How disgusting… Don't touch it. Don't eat my stuff. Besides, eating paper can make you sick to your stomach. I'm not saying it's bad. Give up the idea… Hey, stop it!

Goat: Bleh.

Rollo: You little goat. If you don't want to let go, here's an idea…! Ha. No, there are people here… If this creature wasn't valued in the city, I'd give him a good shove like that. You're just lucky.

Goat: Bleh.

Rollo: Don't chew on my clothes! The City of Flowers is beautiful, but except that such unhygienic behaviour is unacceptable...

Noble Bell College - Student Board Room

Rollo: "As you can see, I'm doing well, just like before. Take care of yourself." I wonder if I'm being too polite. Well, that's good. That's enough to let my parents know I'm living here without any problems. These people are fans of worry… Since then… very… … …

Rollo: … …Right. I'll see if I can add a few more additions to the letter. I won't be able to sleep well tonight anyway. I'll work on it to the best of my ability. There's plenty of time.

kaicho: forefather/elder anachronism: an erroneous, intentional, or conditional attribution of events, phenomena, objects, or persons to another time, epoch relative to the actual chronology.

#twisted wonderland #rollo flamme #twistedwonderland #twst #twisted

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elexuscal · 6 months

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okay so still on my Presger Translator brain rot

Upon re-read of the original Imperial Radch trilogy with the context of Translation Slate, I don't actually think that Translator Zieat/Dlique is that old

like yes, much of their behaviour always seemed quite childlike, and was even described so in Breq's narration. but my original impulse was to write that off as them being alien. and there were also implications that they were relatively low-ranking among the Presger Translators ("not anybody", doing boring work like attending dull religious ceremonies), but of course low-ranking does not inherently equal young, especially when talking about aliens.

and all that's still true. but they can be low-ranking and alien, and young.

they've never been down-well to a planet before. they seem unfamiliar with a great deal of radchaai food. they haven't even sorted out what name they want to go by

which of course is really the tip of the icebetg of their identity issues. Not just what name they're going to use, but what person they want to be. "they" were told they were going to be Dlique-- the "they" presumably being their clade leaders. But Dlique/Zieat seems frustrated on that count. Presumably Dlique was the more established of the two of them-- either did better in their classes, or maybe was the established adult of their match? But either way, they don't quite seem to want to be bridled with being them, not entirely. While they enjoy getting up to Dlique's shenanigans in Ancillary Sword, they're quite pleased being Zieat in Ancillary Mercy.

like i don't know. on first read, we have no way of knowing what presger-translator society is like. and if it seems weird and alien and unpleasant to us, well, who are we to judge?

but now we've peeled behind the curtain. now we know that Presger Translator Clades are as messy and political as any human governing body. that there are privileged individuals and marginalized ones. that Presger kids are literally groomed from birth. that even members within their species aren't Thrilled with how it's all arranged.

At the end of Ancillary Mercy, Zieat-Dlique seems skeptical that they'll have earned a better status from all of this. but come Translation Slate, they're hanging around with Sphene and assisting with the Conclave, so maybe they were wrong on that count.

... and if Translator Zieat-Dlique was a relatively young adult, one with their own struggles fitting into Presger-Translator society, one with an identity that just wasn't quite what their leaders wanted...

Then how wonderful that they'll get to be there for Qven-Reet. Be able to do better by them.

Maybe together, the two/four of them will be able to create some new options for Presger Translators as a whole.

#imperial radch #translation state #anne leckie

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peterfankoffski · 3 months

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I REMEMBER SEEING ART WITH THIS A FEW MONTHS BACK BUT I WANT TO EXPLAIN (still crediting @wetcatschwartzy for the idea/inspiration though. also hi i'm aware we've never spoken sorry for tagging you in my unhinged fic idea post) BUT ANYWAY uhhhhhh. 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. But make it the main cast of NPMD. An au that appeals to ???? people ?? it definitely appeals to me

And now the cast I'd so and my justifications, idc

Steph Lauter as Olive Ostrovsky

Thought process: We know Olive's dad works a lot, is emotionally distant, and Olive implies that he can be downright cold or abusive during the I Love You song, which lines up pretty well with Steph and Solomon's relationship. Olive's mom ran off, and we never get any mention of Steph's (picture Steph being introduced by the hosts mentioning her mom won Honey Queen or something). Both know their strengths and weaknesses but have serious self-doubts about their own intelligence (Steph being convinced she's dumber than she realizes, Olive never answering until she whispers the word to herself). Also I thought about Mariah singing TILY Song and sobbed.

Pete Spankoffski as William Morris Barfée

Starting off strong, they both have very stupid names that they KNOW are stupid and try to defend the moment they can ("It's Polish" / "There's an accent aigu"). Both of them have grumpy/cold exteriors, but when you get down to it, they're both just socially awkward and autistic coded but very intelligent kids that are really just at the Bee to try to make something of themselves (Barfée dropping out because of an allergic reaction at the previous Bee could totally translate to Pete having a diabetic emergency). Both develop crushes on Steph/Olive by the end of act 1 of their respective shows too, so. There's that I guess.

Grace Chasity as Logainne Schartzandgrubinierre

"But Ember, wouldn't she match better with the Catholic--" GRACE DOES NOT LIKE CATHOLICS. Also I have thought this through. Logainne is politically aware, cutthroat, and automatically assumes herself to be the most important person in the room. She takes up every project and social issue that she can to appease her dads, determined to be as perfect as they want her to be. She loses the Bee because she gets overconfident, taking a serious blow because of her pride. Grace takes up every project and social issue that she can (anti-hocoming posters and the prank on Max for example), can be cutthroat (canonically has murdered at least two men), and thanks to her holier-than-thou nature, assumes herself the most important person in the room. She takes up cancelling HOCO and is always early for school and is extremely devout because that's the perfect little girl her parents expect from her. And she'd probably get so into it she'd fall from pride, too.

Max Jagerman as Marcy Park

HEAR ME OUT! Marcy has been the top of her class all her life, to the point she was moved one grade ahead. She's popular, she's intelligent, she's multitalented, and she's peaking at age 12 and aware of it. "I Speak Six Languages" is literally her having a breakdown realizing she's been the "best" for too long and it's stressing her out. Max, meanwhile, says he knows he's peaked in high school, and therefore is making the most out of his popularity and status while he can. Like, I can picture him mentioning he's done every sport available to him and being the best athlete is only going to do so much for him in his life in a "I'm so sick and tired / of always being the best and brightest" type monologue. So when he drops out on purpose, who would he daydream about instead of Jesus? Maybe some NFL star idk. Everything I know about football is about the Chiefs (Missouri represent) and also learned against my will.

Ruth Fleming as Chip Tolentino

They're both horny, both proud of their own nerdiness, and would both ABSOLUTELY catch feelings for a competitor's sibling and immediately forget what word they had to spell. And would both make jokes about the especially dirty sounding words (to be fair all his words are kinda funny. And I DID learn the word "tittup" from this show) (look it up I dare y'all). Ruth singing Chip's Lament? Funny to me.

Richie Lipschitz as Leaf Coneybear

AuDHD coded, tendency to have the wrong takeaways, generally socially awkward even among the other nerds. Tbh that's all I got, they're matched up because they're the last ones. Still kinda fits though.

And I have less justification for the adults but here's my takes anyway

Miss Mulberry as Rona - sweet but stern ladies who've been taking care of after school functions for years

Tom Houston as Douglas Panch - he doesn't want to be there, he's as confused as everyone else (but without the hitting on Mulberry stuff he's never do Becky wrong like that <3)

Dan Reynolds as Mitch Mahoney - he's a volunteer counselor!

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what we used to be | Xlll

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're in love with a boy but then the rose-tinted lenses fall off and suddenly you're not so sure about anything.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, bullying, mentions of violence

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: We've now entered Hawk's red hair era...

Thank you to those who already reblog and comment, I see you and I love you all for it!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

You met Eli at the tattoo parlor after brunch with your parents and grandmother. It was a pleasant meal, your grandma being happy to see more of her first grandchild now that you were on summer vacation.

Now that familial duties were out of the way, you could spend the rest of the day with your boyfriend and friends.

Eli was laid out on the table, updating the color of the hawk’s hair to match his new hue.

You liked the red he chose this time around. It was bolder, fiercer, and badass. You watched as he got up, thanking Rico as you stood up, walking over to him.

That’s when you noticed the new tattoo. “Lavenders?” Your heart swelled, placing your hand on his chest and tracing around the fresh ink.

“Since they’re your favorite,” he smirked, taking his shirt from you. “Snuck one of your drawings the other day, Rico was able to trace it,” he added.

You smiled before leaning in to kiss him, something he welcomed. You pulled away, licking your lips as he wrapped his arm loosely around your neck. Making your way towards the entrance, he stopped, calling out to Chris and Mitch.

“Hey, asshole twins, grab my bag,” Eli ordered.

You snickered as you walked out, loving the confidence he carried.

Later in the day, the entire dojo was hanging out at a restaurant in the mall. You were sitting with the girls, Eli was somewhere, and Miguel was working really hard on his computer.

“So, you and Hawk have been making heart eyes during the last few classes. What’s up with that?” Aisha asked, a teasing smile on her face.

“Wait, you’re just noticing that?” Tory laughed.

Their comments made your face heat up but you answered anyway. “We kinda said “I love you” a couple of weeks ago” you beamed.

“Woah, that means it’s serious,” Aisha’s eyes widened.

“Look at that, young love,” Tory smirked, laughing with Aisha.

You grinned just as Eli walked past your table, he smirked at you, sending you a wink. To which the two girls teased you about.

“He also got a tattoo of my drawing with my name,” you bit down on your lip to hide your smile.

“That means he’s totally whipped,” Tory explained. “Getting something so permanent?” She huffed.

“It’s insane, right?” You hummed, unable to hide your smile.

“You think?” Aisha raised a brow.

You all laughed just as your food arrived. Beginning to eat, you noticed Eli was nowhere to be found but you ignored it when Aisha and Tory started talking about Sam LaRusso and what went down at the country club the other day.

“I still can’t believe she did that,” you shook your head after being told she accused Tory of stealing her mom’s wallet. “So what if you swiped a few bottles and some silverware, a place like that is not gonna miss it,” you scoffed.

“Exactly my point,” Tory said before glancing at Miguel.

You and Aisha sent each other a knowing look before she stood up and walked over to his table.

“I’m probably gonna head out, do you need a ride home?” Aisha asked.

“Nah, Eli’s taking me back to the dojo, I left my bike there,” you said.

You said bye to her, deciding to go on your phone and text your boyfriend.

It wasn’t a lot longer that Tory and Miguel were leaving, something about her showing him how to get over Sam.

Now alone in the restaurant, you grabbed your bag, making your way out in hopes of spotting Eli. You barely walked into the mall before you knocked into him.

“Where’d you- what happened?” You quickly noticed the black eye, hands reaching up to cup his face. Your heart picks up at the thought that he got into a fight.

He pushed your hands away and you frowned at that. “Let’s just go to the dojo,” he brushed past you, jaw clenched, eyes cold and forward.

You were worried, only able to follow him as you made it to his car. Even inside, he didn’t tell you.

“What happened?” You repeated. “You’re scaring me, Eli,” you gulped, glancing back out into the road.

“I’ll explain later, I just,” his fists clenched the steering wheel.

You let out a shaky breath, nervous that he was driving while clearly under duress. Thankfully, the drive to the dojo wasn’t far and you were able to arrive just as the sun had set, the night sky settling above you.

“We fought Miyagi-Do and we lost,” he huffed, turning off the ignition and sitting back in defeat.

“Why would you fight Miyagi-Do?” You furrowed your brows. “Did they do something?”

His jaw ticked, exhaling. “Yeah, they did,” he looked over at you. “Demitri left a bad review about Cobra Kai like the pussy he is, we found him in the mall so we taught him a lesson,” he smirked. “Such a fucking traitor for joining Miyagi-Do after all the credit he took from Cobra Kai,” he scoffed.

You looked down, feeling guilty as you were aware that Demitri did join Miyagi-Do but then his words processed. “What do you mean taught him a lesson?”

“I told him to take the review down or I’d take him down,” he shrugged like it was the most obvious thing to do. “Thought we were gonna win even when LaRusso and Keene showed up, but,” he huffed, not finishing his thought.

You paused.

“You would hurt Demetri?” Your heart fell, realization dawning.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” He spat, annoyance laced in his voice.

You shook your head, stepping out of the car.

“What the hell is your problem?” He walked over to you, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you to face him.

You pulled away from his grasp. “You think a bad review warrants cornering your best friend at the mall?” You scoffed, raising your hands.

“He asked for it when he joined Miyagi-Do!” He screamed.

“Why does that matter?” You shouted back.

“Because he’s a fucking nerd! He always will be!”

You frowned, taking a step back. It broke your heart to see him believe that was a terrible thing, you tried so hard but you couldn’t defend it. “And being a nerd warrants being bullied?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes.

His fists clenched at his sides.

“Because it’s one thing to beat on assholes like Kyler, but Demitri?” You winced. “If you can turn on him, then who’s to say what you’d do to me?” You asked.

His gaze softened and he reached for you. “You know I’d never hurt you,” he glanced down, anger returning when you avoided his touch.

“You did when you hurt Demitri,” you stated. “I think we should take a break,” you wiped a stray tear, taking a few steps back.

“Y/N, you’re crazy,” he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. “Are you really about to do this?” He realized, voice changing back to an icy cold.

“Get your hand off me,” you gritted, ripping away from his grasp. “You’re not the Eli I remember falling in love with,” you said.

“What happened to you saying you’ll love all of me?” He inhaled.

“I guess you managed to show me a side of you I don’t love,” you pressed your lips together.

“No,” he shook his head. “We’re not ending things, not over him,” he gritted before pulling his shirt over his head. “Do you know what this means?” He pointed at the tattoo he got for you.

“I do,” you nodded. “Clearly, you don’t because if you did, you wouldn’t have hurt Demitri,” you shuffled on your feet, backing away. “Goodbye, Hawk,” you swallowed before walking towards your bike.

He called after you, but you didn’t turn back. Instead, you biked home, tears streaming down your cheeks and your chest aching with a broken heart.

You cried all the way home and you tried your best to hide your tears when you entered your house but your mom was sitting in the living room when you entered.

“Eli and I broke up,” you didn’t try to hide it before falling into the comforting arms of your mom.

“What happened?” She cradled you, rubbing your back soothingly. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she kissed the top of your head.

“He hurt Demitri,” you sobbed, voice muffled by her shirt. “He attacked him at the mall and he didn’t care!” You looked up, tears streaming down your face uncontrollably. “I didn’t think he’d change this much, it hurts!” You clutched your chest, doubling over as another wave of sobs wracked through you.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she cooed. “He was your first love, it’s normal to hurt. But you did the right thing,” she said. “If you felt it in your gut that you needed to end things, then that’s all that matters.”

You were glad your father wasn’t home because you could only imagine how he’d say he was right about him. Probably saying “I told you so”.

But right now it was just you and your mom.

The next morning, you made it to the dojo, nervousness filling you knowing you’d see Eli again.

“Are you okay?” Aisha asked, she and Tory were standing in front of you, worry on their faces. “What’s wrong?”

“Umm,” you scratched the back of your neck. “I ended things with Eli,” you breathed out, voice weighing heavy.

“Shit, what happened?” Tory rubbed your arm reassuringly.

You took a deep breath in but the bells signaled an arrival, you stopped when Eli and Miguel walked through. You made eye contact with him but when the girls saw who it was, they blocked you from his line of sight.

Thankful, you took your place on the mat before class began.

You spent the rest of the class sparring with each other, practicing your techniques. You finished off with Tory, you scored more in the end but it was a close match. Now, you kneeled next to her, the class watching Eli and Miguel fight.

Miguel scored a point, hitting Eli in the stomach. Sensei ordered them to go again until the bells of the door jangled, signaling an arrival.

Mr. LaRusso came storming in, pissed off, searching for Sensei you assumed.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Sensei asked.

“Like you don’t know,” Mr. LaRusso sneered.

“Take your shoes off the mat. You’re disrespecting my dojo,” Sensei stalked over.

That pissed Mr. LaRusso even more. “You’re seriously gonna talk to me about disrespecting dojos after what you just did to mine?” He came face to face with Sensei, hurt and aggravation spread on his face.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything to your dojo.”

You watched as Eli and Miguel walked out of the way, but a look on Eli’s face gave you suspicion.

“Just like you didn’t slug one of my employees, hug?” Mr. LaRusso said.

You furrowed your brows.

“You know, part of me felt bad for you at one point, but you make it so easy to remember who the bad guy is in all of this,” he snickered. “You call yourself a sensei, you don’t even know what a sensei is. A sensei mentors, a sensei elevates. He doesn’t teach destruction and disrespect!” He shouted.

Sensei narrowed his gaze. “I already said I don’t know what you’re talking about, LaRusso,” he stepped closer. “And I know you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about either.”

“Yeah, well I know you don’t- you don’t earn the Medal of Honor by stealing it,” Mr. LaRusso got choked up.

You frowned, wondering what had happened.

“Let me tell you something about your sensei,” Mr. LaRusso began, taking a step back.

Your attention was drawn back to him.

“He may know how to fight, but he doesn't know what it takes to truly win at life,” he said. “If you want to get out before it’s too late, now’s your chance.”

“You think you can come here and poach my students?” Sensei spat.

“And what are you gonna do about it? You know I’m not gonna strike first,” he smiled, almost enticing Sensei.

Sensei came face-to-face, almost like he was going to strike first but he took a step back.

“I’m gonna be a bigger man,” Sensei said, shocking you.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Mr. LaRusso said before walking out.

A beat passed and you saw as Chris gathered his things.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sensei asked.

He didn’t respond until Mitch called after him, saying, “I never liked it here.”

You sympathized but the more students that began filing out, the louder your gut was screaming to follow. You stared at the mat for a second until you did. Tory tried to stop you but you sent her a look.

“Woah, Miss L/N?” Sensei called after you.

“I joined Cobra Kai to fight assholes, not become one,” you said before you grabbed your bag, walking out, leaving the place where all your problems started.

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Ikemen Sengoku (JP)

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 1 Part 1

I didn't proofread this one, so expect a LOT of mistakes.

Translation under the cut.

(What the hell is going on?)

The future changed, and the travel guide turned completely blank.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind as I noticed these changes.

(Wait a sec, how is that even possible?)

(Because three months ago, when I came here, nothing like this ever happened.)

Three months ago, I was transported back to the Sengoku era and saved Nobunaga at the burning Honnoji Temple.

Because of this, I had to live in Azuchi Castle as a symbol of Japan's unification and as the chatelaine of the Oda forces.

(Nobunaga died as a result of the Honnoji Incident.)

(I'm not familiar with history, but I remember hearing this story in class.)

(Still, I don't think changing that history would've made the pages go blank like this.)

I took my eyes off the travel guide and looked up at Azuchi Castle again.

Seeing the once magnificent Tenshu burnt to a crisp made me feel like something worse than this was about to happen.

(It's the same as back then.)

(I feel like I should do something, but I don't know what I should do.)

Two weeks ago

Mitsunari: "You're here, Lady Mai."

Mai: "Mitsunari."

I turned around, still holding my book, hearing his voice calling from behind me.

Mitsunari: "Are you working? I'm sorry for stopping you."

Mai: "No. I'm just going to put this back in the library."

(As always, you're so caring, Mitsunari.)

Back when I decided to become a chatelaine, it was Mitsunari who immediately helped me.

He not only gave me the information I needed but also helped me when I had problems in my daily life.

(Thanks to him, I'm now used to living in this war-torn country.)

(I'm so grateful because there was a lot I didn't understand.)

Mitsunari: "Library? Thank you for always being there for us."

Mitsunari: "I've found it especially tidy and easy to spend time in there recently."

Mai: "I'm glad to hear that."

(I didn't do much, but I'm glad he's happy.)

(Even though things were going crazy, I'm grateful they let me live here.)

(I need to do what I can to help, even if it's just a little.)

Mai: "Oh, by the way, what did you want to see me about?"

Mitsunari: "Oh, right. Everyone has been asking for you."

Mai: "Everyone?"

Mitsunari's lighthearted words made me nod my head.

Masamune: "Mai, we've been looking for you."

Ieyasu: "We couldn't find you, so we thought you got lost again."

Mai: "Masamune, Ieyasu!"

They walked toward us from the other side of the hallway.

Mitsunari: "Don't worry. Lady Mai already knows everything in the castle."

Mitsunari: "Right?"

Mai: "Not everything, but I've memorized most of the places."

Masamune: "I see. Well, you've been here for quite a while."

Ieyasu: "Quite a while? I think it's only been a couple of months."

Masamune: "For her, it's probably been a long time."

As if asking me for my agreement, his deep blue eye turns toward me.

(I see. It's been more than two months since I came here.)

Mai: "Hmm. It seemed like a long time, but it happened so fast."

Ieyasu: "So, which is it?"

Mai: "I wonder which one it is?"

Ieyasu: "*sigh* Don't ask me."

Masamune: "Well, let's put that aside for now. Let's go back to my palace."

Mai: "Is there something going on?"

Masamune: "Yup. I got some good vegetables, so I thought I'd let you try some."

Masamune: "I made it into a stew. It's pretty good."

Mai: "Vegetable stew!?"

Ieyasu: "Then, let's stop by my place first."

Ieyasu: "You said the other day your wrist hurts, so I have some medicine that will help you."

Masamune: "Heh? So you went to pick medicinal herbs the other day.”

Ieyasu: "Not really. I just happened to have some leftovers and thought I'd share them with her."

Mai: "You guys..."

One thing I've learned since coming to this castle is not only how kind Mitsunari is.

I also learned that Masamune is easy to talk to, and the food he cooks is exquisite. Ieyasu, although aloof at first, is kind and gentle deep down.

(I wish I could go with them, but一)

Mai: "Um, I got some errands to run later."

Mai: "Your feelings are highly appreciated, though."

Masamune: "Really? Well, I'll feed you next time I find something good."

Ieyasu: "And the medicine, too. Come and get it whenever you feel like it."

Mai: "Okay! Thank you!"

Holding the book in my arms, I bowed my head and quickly walked away.

(I want to, but I can't. I can't let myself get too involved.)

Ieyasu sighed as Mai turned down the hallway and was out of sight.

Ieyasu: "There she goes again."

Mitsunari: "Maybe she's still being cautious."

Masamune: "Back when she first came to the castle, she always got lost."

Masamune: "Heck, she didn't even know how to properly wear a kimono."

Mitsunari: "Yes, it did appear that way."

Mitsunari: "When I first met her at Honnoji, she was wearing unusual clothes, so maybe she's from a different country."

Masamune: "You mean she's a foreigner? If so, where did she come from?"

Mitsunari: "No idea. Maybe she said those strange things because she was scared of the fire."

Mitsunari: "Perhaps her memory is a little hazy."

Ieyasu: "..............."

Mitsunari: "Well, it's only been two months. Let's help her get used to it slowly from now on."

Masamune: "You're right."

[Mitsuhide is watching from a distance.]

Mitsuhide: "I see."

Mitsuhide: "Mai, huh?"

(Let's see, I should go to the place marked with these glasses.)

After parting with everyone, I put away the books and went down the castle, holding a small note in my hand and carefully counting the number of paths I passed so I wouldn't get lost.

(I'm not really familiar with this place. I mean, yeah. I sometimes come here to do some shopping, but I'm always with someone else.)

Unlike inside the castle, the probability of running into someone who might know me here was slim.

That was why I avoided walking alone like this to avoid getting lost.

(But not today. Because一)

Sasuke: "Hi, Mai."

Mai: "Sasuke! Long time no see!"

Sasuke: "Sorry for calling you out so suddenly."

Mai: "No, it's okay. Thanks for calling. What's up?"

Sasuke: "Let's go somewhere a little quieter."

Sasuke: "There's a teahouse nearby. If you don't mind, why don't we go there?"

Mai: "Sure!"

Sasuke: "Here you go. Want the one with the red bean paste on it?"

Mai: "Sure. Thanks."

Sasuke gave me a teacup and a plate with dangos on it.

(Wow, it's been a long time since I've had this.)

(It looks so yummy.)

Sasuke: "You must really love it."

Mai: "Huh?"

Sasuke: "The dango. Your eyes are sparkling."

Mai: "Really? It's been a while since I ate something sweet."

Mai: "I never imagined I would be eating in a teahouse in the Sengoku era with my friend."

Sasuke: "So this is your first time? That's surprising."

Mai: "Is it?"

------------Flashback------------

Sasuke: "One more thing, don't get deeply involved with the people of this time."

Mai: "What do you mean by getting deeply involved?"

Sasuke: "That is to say, don't fall in love. It might cloud your desire to return to the future."

Mai: "Love!? Nope! There is no way of that happening."

Sasuke: "I hope so."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Yeah, there's no way I'll fall in love.)

(Though, after living in the castle and interacting with everyone, my impression of them has changed drastically.)

(Everyone here is fighting and risking their lives for the sake of Japan.)

(Without them, the Japan we know in the future wouldn't exist.)

I realized that my fear had completely disappeared, which is why I needed to keep my distance.

Mai: "I'm not from this era, so doing something like that is irresponsible, and I can't get too deep into people I'll never see again."

Sasuke: "I see."

(One more month to go. If I can get over that, I can go back to my old life.)

(Also, there's my dream to work as a designer.)

I put my mind to it and took a bite of the dango.

Mai: "Wow, yummy! Hey, want some?"

Sasuke: "Mai."

He turned toward me with a slightly strained look on his face, and even through his glasses, I could see the puzzled look in his eyes.

(I wonder why. I have a bad feeling about this.)

Sasuke: "I need you to calm down and listen."

Sasuke: "There's a chance we might not make it back to the future."

Mai: *pant* *pant*

After parting with Sasuke, I ran as fast as I could down the road to the castle, and as soon as I entered my room, I sat down slumped on the floor.

(How is this possible?)

(I can't believe the wormhole suddenly disappeared.)

Sasuke's explanation was quite simple. The wormhole we thought would appear in three months had been acting strangely for some time.

And last night, it seemed to have completely deviated from the data on which it was based.

Now he doesn't know when or where it will appear or even if it will appear in the first place.

I can't get Sasuke's pained voice out of my head as he apologizes repeatedly.

(It's not Sasuke's fault.)

(Now that this happened, I need to find what I can do and take action.)

(But一)

I was supposed to become a designer for a small fashion brand in the future, but in this turbulent world, I am a nobody, despite my given titles of princess and chatelaine.

(What can I do?)

I sighed as sweat ran down my face.

???: "Mai, are you in there?"

Mai: "----!"

(This voice一)

I got up and opened the door to find Hideyoshi standing there, smiling.

Hideyoshi: "Sorry to interrupt. I came here to talk to you."

Mai: "Talk?"

Hideyoshi asked me to help out the seamstresses in the castle.

Feeling as if I was being offered a helping hand, I nodded in agreement.

Because of this, I had to accompany them on shopping trips to distant places as part of my work.

It was during this time I received the news of the attack on Azuchi Castle.

(Maybe the disappearance of the wormhole was a sign of this.)

(What's going to happen to this country if the future that was supposed to happen disappears even after saving Nobunaga's life?)

Mitsuhide: "Mai."

Mai: "Waah!"

(Where did you come from!?)

I hurriedly closed the guidebook and immediately saw him.

Mitsuhide: "What's that?"

Mai: "Um, I got this book while shopping. I thought it might come in handy."

Mitsuhide: "Oh? You're quite dedicated to your work."

Mitsuhide: "I'd let you read it, but the castle is not a suitable place for that right now."

Mai: "Okay. Um, you all are safe, right?"

Mitsuhide: "Yes."

(Thank goodness.)

Though I knew about it from the news, it was still a relief to hear it from him directly.

Mitsuhide: "But this is just the beginning."

Mitsuhide: "By the hand of that man, Japan is about to change again."

(Huh?)

Mai: "That man?"

Mitsuhide: "Are you curious?"

Mai: "Well, yeah. You're talking about the perpetrator, right?"

Mitsuhide: "Yes."

Mitsuhide: "Kicho."

Mitsuhide: "That's the name of the man who destroyed Tenshu and ignited sparks in this turbulent world."

Nobunaga: "Mai, you're back."

Mai: "Yes. Long time no see."

Nobunaga: "I didn't expect you to volunteer to attend a military council."

Mai: "I've been thinking about a lot of things. Please let me hear at least what you have to say."

I bowed my head deeply, and the air in the hall grew heavy, causing me to move awkwardly.

(I've only attended a few meetings, but today's tension is even worse than usual.)

(That's how serious the situation is.)

The military councils that had been held over the past three months were mainly about skirmishes that were taking place in various places.

As the chatelaine, I was occasionally called in to share information, but the talks were full of unfamiliar names of places, which made me feel like an outsider.

(I'm not from here.)

(Until now, I've been a bystander, but that's no longer the case.)

???: "Heh? So you're the rumored princess?"

???: "Mai, right? You have very nice eyes."

Mai: "Thank you."

(He suddenly praised me!)

Keiji: "I'm Keiji Maeda. The most eccentric guy in the Oda army."

Keiji: "Don't be shy. Feel free to call me Keiji."

Mai: "Okay. Nice to meet you, Keiji."

Keiji: "Yeah. Now that I've said my name, this guy is next."

???: "Whoa!"

Keiji's large hand slapped the back of the young man next to him.

The young man turned his large eyes toward us, his soft hair swinging along with his hair accessory.

Ranmaru: "I'm Ranmaru Mori. Lord Nobunaga's page."

Ranmaru: "I prefer it if you could talk to me less formally, just like Lord Keiji."

Mai: "Then I'll call you Ranmaru."

Ranmaru: "Hehe, okay."

(Keiji has a friendly smile, and Ranmaru has an idol-like smile.)

(I guess I was so nervous that I didn't notice the two of them.)

Mitsuhide: "They've both been away from the castle for a while."

Mitsuhide: "Keiji returned after getting information that there was going to be an attack, and Ranmaru returned after seeing the attack."

Masamune: "It's pretty impressive that he went undercover at the mastermind's place."

Mai: "So that means Keiji was with Kicho!?"

(That's so bold of him!)

Nobunaga: "You know Kicho?"

Mai: "Yes. Mitsuhide just told me earlier, but do you know him too?"

Ieyasu: "Of course. He was originally a member of the Oda army."

Mai: "What!?"

Hideyoshi: "We were friends who wanted to accomplish unification."

Hideyoshi: "He disappeared three years ago and has been missing ever since, but I never thought he would rebel."

Hideyoshi gripped his fist tightly as his expression contorted一a mixture of anger and sadness.

Nobunaga: "We can't let him do what he wants any longer."

Nobunaga: "But he is a tricky man. We need to know his moves as soon as possible to take countermeasures."

Mai: "That's why Keiji came back, right?"

Mitsuhide: "Mai. Do you think we dared him to attack the Tenshu of this castle?"

Mitsuhide: "Do you think we allowed the enemy to get close enough for the iron ball to reach?"

Mai: "No. But that means..."

Mitsunari: "That's the unknown threat."

Mitsunari: "Even if you check every possible book in the library at Azuchi Castle, you won't find that big cannon."

Masamune: "That's why we need information."

Ieyasu: "But it won't be easy."

Ieyasu: "We've already located him, but he knows the faces and names of our soldiers."

(I see. That's why the Oda army is at a disadvantage.)

(Kicho is their former comrade, and he is acquainted with all of them.)

Mai: "Oh..."

Mitsuhide: "What's wrong?"

Mai: "He never met me before."

The words that slipped out of my mouth caught everyone's attention.

(What should I do? I feel like I said something really unnecessary!)

(But I'm the one who decided not to be a bystander.)

(For that reason, I have to make sense of my being here.)

Mai: "I'll go. No, let me go!"

At that time, I still didn't know the horrors of the battlefield that I had yet to see, the sorrow carried by a justice that would shake Japan, and the life-shaking moments of falling in love.

Kicho's subordinate: "Lord Kicho, excuse me."

Kicho: "Yeah."

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Have you decided what your fav characters’ favorite plays are?

NO I'M TOO OVERWHELMED LMAO HELP!! Okay but here are some thoughts about what sort of theatre I think they enjoy:

Lestat: Obviously since he got his start doing commedia dell'arte I think he'll always have a soft spot in his heart for those old comedies. (Honestly, I think Lestat is one of the only vampires who enjoys "lowbrow" comedy and I love that for him.) The style of traveling street theatre Lestat would've been performing during his time as Lelio was largely improvisational, and though it moved into a more scripted form over time, I think Lestat is an improv queen. I also get all giddy and happy thinking about his reaction to the fact that commedia dell'arte is still performed today! Like, I did a production of Servant of Two Masters in college lmfao it's still viewed as one of the foundational tenants of theatre to this day and I think that would really tickle him.

He's also a Shakespeare fan but historically speaking we know Lestat would've had to have read French translations which of course weren't impossible to come by, but given all of Lestat's circumstances in his early life (poor, uneducated, etc) it's definitely worth noting that he would've had to have worked hard to get at Shakespeare. I think it's so funny that his favorite play in canon is Macbeth and that he sees himself as Macbeth, whereas Louis and Claudia totally saw him as Lady Macbeth (which is why I wrote a lil ficlet about it LOL)

Okay LASTLY I also just want to say I think Lestat loves loves LOOOOVE restoration comedy and the comedy of manners that was a little before his time but just really focused on like. Outrageous comedy and satire. Lestat likes to laugh, okay!! He loves Moliere just as much as he loves Shakespeare! Tartuffe and She Stoops to Conquer are definitely plays he can quote by heart.

Armand: Shakespeare, yes, but very specifically: Jacobean Revenge Tragedies. These were a lot darker, a lot more hardcore and angsty (as the title suggests!). One day I'll have to get Armandblr's input for some meta and psychological background as to why Armand would be obsessed with plays where the protagonist is wronged so egregiously that they go down a path of murder and (gruesome, often cannibalistic) bloodshed and rage-induced hysteria that ultimately ends in their own demise. But for now I'll just say that I feel it in my bones. I think he staged The Spanish Tragedy at least a few times at the Theatre des Vampires.

Also I think he'd definitely be into theatre of the absurd, especially in his Devil's Minion era! He goes through phases where he really leans into the existentialism and finds it amusing and thought-provoking, but sometimes it also majorly fucks him up (similar to Lestat)

Louis: He's a Romantic at heart, and certainly he loves the classics, but we've already been over Shakespeare so I'll say that I also think Louis has a soft spot for the American canon. Think Tennessee Williams, Arthur Miller, Eugene O'Neill, etc. He's a modernist girlie, and I think those plays would be a good guiding light into understanding modern America for Louis. I think Louis often sees middle class America as a fascinating subject to study (rather than, like, a reality that real people live), and I think modernist plays are really good at toe-ing the line of like, being deeply humanizing and beautiful and tragic if done right, and also still being somewhat performative and maybe even a bit artificial and contained behind a fourth wall. I think that dichotomy would be fascinating to Louis. His favorites would be A View from the Bridge and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.

Marius: Unfortunately there are like 0 Roman tragedies that survived in writing, but we know that they existed and were actually slightly different than Greek tragedies in that the characters actually voiced more of their internal psychological conflict, and also apparently the playwrights were influenced by the development of new rhetorical theory, so a lot of the writing incorporated like public persuasion. So I do think Marius would've been into those but listen I also happen to know for a fact that Marius' favorite play is Shakespeare's Coriolanus. He told me himself. I just read over the wiki synopsis to refresh my memory and I'm losing my mind over this line: "The two tribunes condemn Coriolanus as a traitor for his words and order him to be banished. Coriolanus retorts that it is he who banishes Rome from his presence." like PLEASE that's so petty I love it. Real talk though Marius loves a good political drama and look I know I've brought up Shakespeare a lot in this post already but no one is doing it like him, especially with the Romans!!

Daniel: he's a theatre of the absurd queen <3

#side note: i actually feel terrible posting this because there's nothing CONTEMPORARY but. i'm a classics girlie i'm sorry.#i literally work at a NEW WORKS THEATRE COMPANY we only produce CONTEMPORARY ART but i'm so bad at reading new shit #i get overwhelmed by it lmfao theatre history is so much easier for me #anyway PHEW thanks for asking this <3 #;answered #vampire meta #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #marius de romanus #armand #daniel molloy #headcanons

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A Hundred Some New ATOM Kaiju Pt. 2

We're continuing our showcase of ATOM kaiju who've been lingering in my "to ink and color" pile for years, and yep, it's more retrosaurs. Listen, I have to draw big dinosaur monsters frequently to make life worth living, ok? We'll get to some non-retrosaurs in... part 5, probably.

The last batch had a Crystal Palace Megalosaur-inspired kaiju in it, so we'll start this one with one inspired by the Crystal Palace Iguanodon.

Next, some horned goliaths. The first is inspired by a very old styracosaurus toy I found that really emphasized the "lizard" approach of retro dinosaur designs, looking like a bearded dragon with an elaborate crest more than an actual styracosaur. Our second is loosely inspired by Armadon from Primal Rage and Triceramon from Digimon, being my stab at what a bipedal ceratopsian monster would look like. The remaining three are me just trying to have fun with ceratopsians the way I do with theropods.

Stegronox was a fusion of stegosaur and ankylosaur traits in part to open up slots for more non-retrosaur kaiju in my cast of "core 50" kaiju for ATOM Volumes 1 and 2, so when working outside of those 50 I decided to do two retrosaur kaiju who focus on those two indvidually. The akylosaur's name is Ankylus, which is me being cheeky since that's basically what Anguirus's name would be if you translated it differently - they're both just "ankylosaurus" with a few less syllables. Then, for symmetry I suppose, I did an upright bipedal armored goliath to match the bipedal horned goliath, because "What if a four-legged creature stood on two legs" is a pretty easy way to make a monster feel distinct.

Like Stegronox, Pachydon was a combination of two different dinosaurs into one retrosaur to conserve slots in the core 50, and so I felt compelled to do two bonus retrosaur kaiju who took those two components and game them their proper due. We've got a helmeted goliath who takes the battering ram head reputation of pachycephalosaurs to a ludicous extreme, and a duckbill that particularly takes after Miasaura, which has always been my favorite hadrosaur.

We'll close out this batch with some long-necked goliaths. The first, Camarabrak, is meant to be an equal to the other retrosaur kaiju, rather than an "immense even by kaiju standards" one like Bronton. Being bigger than big is, in my eyes, part of what makes Sauropods stand out in pop culture depictions of dinosaurs, which is why I made Bronton so tremendous compared to the others, but now that there's room for more sauropod monsters, we can have one that's in the same weight class as Tyrantis and pals.

The other long-necked goliath is Brontoceratops, which was inspired by a very early reconstruction of Triceratops (I think it may have even been by my ancestor, Edward Drinker Cope, but I can't find it anymore so who knows) that gave it a weirdly long neck. In ATOM canon, Brontoceratops's species does a sort of cuckoo-bird thing, putting their eggs in the nests of horned goliaths and letting them raise it. It'd feature in a story where Tricerak tries to find more of its kind and ends up adopting the baby Brontoceratops and raising it despite it not actually being a member of his kind.

#Atomic Time of Monsters

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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This might be a somewhat controversial opinion/rant, but as a black queer woman (i really id myself as being more genderqueer, but since i'm afab there are just things about womanhood growing up that has just stuck with me as formative experiences.), I find it really difficult to build community with queer men, even in fandom. I've tried to have friendships with transmen, but so many just feel the need to ramp up misogyny to 1000 to validate themselves as men, and then with gay men, some will say the most out-of-pocket, misogynistic things but because they're not attracted to women, it's somehow okay, I guess. But lately, there's been this trend among queer men of saying and doing misogynistic things but justifying it by stating they're talking about white, cishet women. But the thing is, there's nothing in what they said that can be specifically applied to only white women. It's a target to all women (I refuse to play the oppression olympics of who has it worse). And now I see other queer women in fandom saying the same things to each other. I typically stay in anime/manga and danmei fanbases because that's where a lot of my interests are now, and I don't have to deal with USAian nonsense as much. But now that 7 Seas has unfortunately decided to translate more danmei into English that's changed. A queer male fan of a popular series has been unfollowed en masse by danmei fans for saying wildly misogynistic things about the author. Everyone all week has been scrambling to figure out where this came from. "He only ever said these things about cishet white women," but you guys... he was always talking about us the whole time. Now, I just don't know. Now I see why men aren't generally welcomed in or are common within romance-genre circles. It's just really frustrating to see the same thing over and over again. I'll add on that the only genuinely cool queer men in fandom I've met have come from yuri circles. The ones who try to talk about BL are, from my experiences, generally misogynistic, toxic, and feel as though everything should center around them because they're men and in BL the characters are men, as well. But when other women don't want to form community with them, they scream about 'homophobia' and 'fetishizing gay men.' No, you're just an annoying, awful person to be around, and the queer male yuri fans didn't want to deal with you either. Has anyone else, or you specifically, dealt with this? Is there a way to become friends with more queer men in BL spaces who aren't... like That? Or are there specific things/patterns to look for as far as who to avoid?

God, so much of this sounds so familiar.

I've known a sad number of trans dudes who overcompensate in dickhead ways. A lot of them do calm down a few years into presenting publicly as male, but it's infuriating to see that crap even if it's temporary.

I will say that two of my close circle of offline friends are trans men, including one who came out during the time we've all been friends. The defensive tomfoolery is in no way inevitable. Both of these dudes are nonwhite and have experience in various other geeky and queer spaces beyond BL (gaming, drag queens, etc.). Maybe that broader perspective helped, or maybe they're just nicer and more mature people than a lot of the little jerkfaces I run across online.

TBH, I often have better luck in offline meetups because to show up at all, people have to be a little more comfortable with getting along with others and behaving themselves. It's also sometimes easier to detect the people you want to back away from slowly when you can see how they treat people in person.

One of my neighbors is a cis gay guy. White, able bodied, middle class, yadda yadda. Exactly the demographic you'd expect to be the worst in certain spaces. He and his partner have lots of queer friends, and plenty of them aren't fellow cis gay guys, which is basically my litmus test for non-annoying cis gay guys offline. (Toxic cis gay dude culture is its own kettle of fish with a different set of issues than defensive trans boy culture, but I've encountered it plenty too.)

This neighbor is interested in geikomi and was delighted to find out I'm a fellow nerd and eager for all my nonfiction book recs about queer Japanese stuff. We don't necessarily overlap in our manga tastes, but there's still a lot we do share. When I ramble on about how AFAB queer people and/or bisexuals study history that's presented as cis gay men's history because that's all we have for most historical periods, he's like "Yeah, that makes total sense!" and not "Mine and not yours!"

I think the key here is that this is a dude who is secure in his identity, who's getting both his media and queer community needs met, and who's in his 40s, so he has some god damn perspective and doesn't need to pretend BL is aimed at him.

A lot of the little jerkfaces make me think "Did your preschool teacher not teach you how to share your toys?"

To be honest, there seem to be plenty of dudes hanging around my tumblr. A few cis. Many trans. But they're not going to bring it up incessantly in some defensive "you know I'm not a cootie-having girl, right?" way because who does that?

It comes up when there's a discussion about trans shit or BL as #ownvoices or whatever. (And, in general, any dude worth hanging out with will not think BL as an industry is, or should be, anything of the sort—even if he's expressing his own sense of queerness by writing some.)

On the flipside, I have seen some pretty extreme "no boys allowed" clubhouse nonsense in fandom. It's less common than it was, and past shitty dudes have often been the inspiration, but it can still be a bit much. The nicer class of fandom dude is often pretty hesitant in certain spaces because he's expecting to be met with hostility and is trying to figure out how to participate without tromping all over everyone. (TBH, the guys worrying about this are rarely the problem, but you know how it is.)

I've had dudes send me private messages being like "this thing you said seems kind of stereotypical and anti-man", but in the adult capable of conversation way, not in the tantruming 5-year-old way. And we had a conversation, and they stuck around.

I think having a very clear "It's not #ownvoices, fuck off" stance deters a lot of the more pestilential set. Being equally clear that everyone is welcome and that male yuri fans and female BL fans are pretty equivalent makes the guys worth knowing come out of the woodwork.

In 99% of spaces, I do not give a fuck if some man has his precious feelings hurt by a double standard or default suspicion of men... But fandom is a little unusual because of the demographics and relative power here being so different from in most spaces.

I've definitely seen some people who think women liking BL are fine because we care about characters' personalities, while male fans are all predators or all write f/f that is just fetishy porn or m/m that sounds like Nifty.org and not other fanfic or whatever.

And, yeah, I'll shut down the dumbasses crying in my inbox because I made a joke about Nifty and "coke can dicks" (the kind of guys who have clearly never read m/m that's aimed at dudes outside of fandom spaces), but at the same time, we should extend a little benefit of the doubt to our fellow fandom members of whatever gender. There are usually plenty of men facepalming right along with me at these inexperienced young fools who cannot bear to share.

I think you're just running into the problem that the loud people whose identities you know are often using those identities to browbeat other fans on social media.

There are fewer men in BL spaces than women or nonbinary people, so one will typically end up knowing fewer men.

Honestly, I think you find the reasonable people and get rid of the unreasonable ones in the same way regardless of gender: Gatekeeping bullshit is a red flag. Very Online understandings of oppression are a red flag. Enthusiastic and clueless blanket endorsement of own voices as a concept is a red flag. Lots of talking about "fetishization" or even "appropriation" in a very online way is a massive red flag. Monetizing fanfic or seeing other pro authors as competition instead of peers is another. (Professional jealousy and fear about earning potential are behind a lot of bad behavior.)

A lot of it is down to whether you're willing to make yourself a target by publicly telling annoying people to fuck off.

If others can tell what you stand for, they can figure out if they want to hang out with you. Most people keep their heads down a lot of the time, so it can be hard to even hear of them, let alone know if they're your sort of person.

tl;dr – Be nice to nice men. Tell shitty men to take a hike. Making friends with men is really as simple as that.

There are larger issues here with what kinds of queer spaces exist and whom they prioritize and with toxic understandings of what representation even means and what should be demanded of whose art. But as you say, a lot of women are also promoting toxic-ass understandings of these things.

The bottom line is that we must resist social media clout-driven understandings of justice. The loudest assholes in the room are rarely worth listening to.

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The Family Wedding

Summary: It was finally the day you had been dreading of ever since you first asked Wanda to be your date in her diner. You knew you couldn't get her to quit you but you knew that you had to quit, one way or another.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff (minor cussing, alcohol consumption, rich people)

Word Count: 9.1k

A/N: Another month and another finished series. The fourth and final part of The Family Christmas. This one went much, much longer than I was ever going to take this type of trope and I'm so glad that I did. The chapter word count also went longer than I thought but I hope y'all enjoy it! Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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"No, no. Listen to me, never ever, let Bucky do a presentation alone," you wipe the side of your mouth with your hand, "You won't know a thing about stocks but you'll knew what he did Spring Break '09."

Wanda laughs, "In '09? Wasn't he a freshman in high school?"

You glance over at Wanda with a cock of your brow. She hums out as she props the lid of the box in her lap up, "Of course. He probably had a fake ID when he was born,"

Reaching over as you slow the car at the stoplight, you feel a sharp sting against the top of your had. You retract your arm quickly, glancing over from where the hit came from. Green eyes stare at you, wondering why you're staring at her with such shock on your face.

"Did you just slap me?"

Wanda gives a slow nod, picking up the donut you were reaching for, "I wanted that one."

Scoffing, you tap your chin with a thoughtful stare, "Who bought you those donuts?"

"Please. You could buy that whole company and get us donuts for free if you weren't lazy."

You roll your eyes, "Well, the donut wouldn't really be free. You know we've got to have profits and if I'm taking donuts, well then that'll cut into production costs to make more and," A sweet pastry slams into your mouth as you're about to start spewing numbers, frosting pressing up towards your nose. You gag slightly as you inhale a sprinkle, tasting the sweet chocolate as you try to not serve the car, coughing and chewing.

"I want to sleep on the flight. Not in the car, Y/N." Wanda glances at you as you try to quench the dryness inside of your mouth, finally getting the donut down after a few gulps.

Gasping out as you swish the thick chocolate frosting off your teeth with the water, you start to make the final curves to the airport, "You'll miss out on the meals."

Wanda chuckles, "Meals? What, a microwaved dinner and a bag of peanuts thrown at my face?"

You glance over at her, smirking slightly as she starts to put donuts in a bag to stuff in her backpack. She stops and looks at you, "Oh wait, allergies. They give out that snack mix now, huh? Fancy."

Chuckling to yourself, you tap the tickets in between the both of you, "I forgot, we're not flying economy, Wands."

Her eyes spark as you start to eye the signs to figure out where you're supposed to pull off, "Premium economy? Oh my god, should I bring my blanket? Will they give me a blanket? Do we get those warm face towels?"

You slow the car, starting to gather all of your stuff, "Business class gets the face towels."

Stepping out quickly, you practically jog around the car to help Wanda with her door. Trying to politely shove the valet out of the way as he reaches for the door. You make eye contact with him and watch him retreat away and head to the trunk, Wanda still rambling on and unaware of where you've parked.

"Oh, I just hope I can recline my seat a bit. I hate sitting straight up, y'know? Do we get a different shuttle here, too? Do they have face towels?"

You grin at her obsession with warm face towels as you toss your keys towards the valet with open hands and start to walk towards the entrance. But a hand grips yours and you turn around slowly, green eyes cautiously looking around at the front of the airport.

"Our bags?"

"They'll get them, don't worry," you say, "Thank you," you slide your hand from Wanda's as you give the valet a shake with some cash in your palm.

You take your bag from his hands as the other helps put Wanda's backpack up on her shoulders. Wanda whispers an embarrassed thank you as she tries to figure out where her suitcase is going. You wait for her to remember that the money you have isn't all talk and that you aren't the torn short and gym short wearing sloucher like you are with just her.

You're somewhere others might see you and recognize you. The last thing you need is your mother finding out you wore jeans on a flight. The scandal that could cause.

Wanda grabs your jacket and you turn to her, both of you standing close as you lean over slightly at her impatient yank, "I didn't have to make you peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, did I?"

You grin, "I am really excited about those actually," sliding your hand from the side pocket of your bag, you hold out her passport, "I got you pre-check, too. You're welcome."

She smacks your arm, "You stole my passport?!" Letting out a huff, she can't help the small grin on her face when she sees the laughter you hold in, "You better worship my sandwiches."

"Like a five star meal. Come on, we'll be late."

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You let out a sigh, scrolling through another endless email as you lounge in your seat. It's reclined, practically horizontal as you feel your eyes starting to fall as you read over the same sentence you've been reading all flight.

Wanda had been bursting with excitement when she saw the individual seats each person got up here. She had played with the divider between the two of you, a different face each time she closed and opened it. Trying to get you to laugh and not worry about what you were flying into and the crests that were packed in her suitcase.

Glancing over at her, Wanda's sitting upright. Her legs crossed in her seat as she swipes through all of the hours of entertainment on her suite's device. She stole your complimentary blanket and she's cuddled beneath it with hers. You take a sip of your drink, still seeing the same glow in her eyes that she had when she saw the bag of goodies waiting on her seat.

A childlike excitement and a realization in yourself of how much you'd taken for granted for so long.

Something flashes on your screen and you glance up with a chuckle. A message had been sent to your suite from seat 3A. Wanda's seat,

Hi.

You turn your head to look at her properly now, raising your brows as you slip off your headphones and rest them on your neck.

"Have you tried the lotion? My hands are so soft now," she grabs your hand and shares the extra lotion she has smeared on her skin. You hum, rubbing your hands together but trying to rub away the jolt of energy her touch sent through you, "Did you see the pajamas they gave us? And this cute little tea mug?"

You chuckle at the rise in pitch of her voice as she holds up the mug. She didn't mention your favorite little amenity of sitting up here. You lift up your foot that was hidden beneath your extra blanket and wiggle your slipper, covered foot. Wanda gasps at the sigh, searching through her stuff until she finds her own slippers.

"You know, after all this time, you've never told me just how rich you are."

You look up from your laptop with a thoughtful hum, "Well I mean, you know I'm comfortable."

"No shit," she scoffs as she glances to her left and sees the tray of warm towels waiting for her to pluck one from, "But like, can you buy a baker's dozen of nice cars or a baker's dozen of islands?"

Glancing at her as you press the warm towel against your face and groan at the relief, "Islands with a house to put each of those cars in."

Wanda was in the middle of taking a drink of her mimosa as you hear her gasp and then cough. She nearly drops the flute to the ground as she leans forward, pressing her hand against her nose. You shut the curtain to the aisle as you kneel in front of her, taking the once warm towel to wipe the seat.

"Hey, you can't get drunk before me. You okay?"

Wanda holds her towel to her nose, blowing out the rest of the drink that shot up from her cough, "And you only got me a week in Greece for my birthday?"

You can see her teasing smirk behind the towel as you climb back into your seat with a roll of your eyes, "Im' sorry. Was that private jet not to your liking? Or was it only waiting five minutes to get into that local restaurant?"

She eyes you carefully, "Thank you for not taking me to one of those Michelin restaurants."

You give a hard laugh, forcing a grin on your face, "They're too posh for me. Besides, you leave feeling hungry anyways."

Wanda rests a hand on your arm, her thumb stroking along your skin. You glance at her quickly, looking back at your laptop before a blush can form on your face. Wanda can hear the stiffness in your laughs, the way your eyes glaze over as you play through every horrible thing that can happen at this event.

"Are you alright?"

There's no use trying to hide anything from her. You may not be a couple on the way to getting married at the end of the year, but she knows you like she is. A deep connection between the two of you that you are so scared to lose. You sigh and close your laptop, gently picking yourself up to close Wanda's suite door and not just the curtain.

Just in case someone you know is on this same flight, the last thing you need is more gossip in your aunt's ears.

"I just... I can't believe you still want to do this."

Wanda tilts her head as she rests on her seat, "I mean, I get to fly first class."

You hum, leaning forward and going to swipe at your screen. Trying to find a distraction, to not think about all of the guilt and selfishness that has been gnawing at you for months. All the crap you've made Wanda go through and what she's putting on hold for you.

And your anger towards her for not being just as selfish and just taking your money to run to the other side of the country, away from you. Wanda knows you too well, as she pulls your arm back to the armrest.

Leaning back into the seat, her fingers smooth out the folds along your shirt, "Hey, it's just me. Not your family. You know you can be honest with me."

"I'm going to figure out how to make sure you finish out your degree," you nod, making it a promise.

"Y/N..."

You shake your head before she can spew that crap of taking a break, "No, this isn't more important. This is not what you want to do with your life. Putting up with me. With my family."

"You still haven't told me what you want to do with your life. Your dreams. You know all of mine."

Wanda's fingers trace down your arm, tickling along the inside of your palm. You just stare at each other, nothing but the white noise of the plane engines. Her green eyes try to pull you open, just to find a crack in you.

And you hold on for dear life on a quiet dream only you know. A dream filled with green eyes and not a single suit in your closet. A dream of calm days and nights with callused hands and no spreadsheets. A dream of raising a family that didn't pull at turtlenecks every Christmas.

There's a knock and for the first time, neither of you move to make it seem like you're in love. There's no faking anything in this moment. There's no thought to hide anything from anyone here. It's just the two of you.

"Making sure you get to live your dreams," you whisper, answering her request to be honest.

The door slides open with your first meal of the flight and you smile at the attendant as you lean back to set up your tray. You take the food and clear your throat as you carefully unroll your cloth napkin. Wanda is silent, poking at her salad and eyes all of this food on her tray. You wait for her to glance with a side eye, planning on how she's going to steal your cookie, but you know she's not thinking about that.

Quietly, you reach around for your bag and rummage around for a moment before your hand wraps around a plastic container. Bringing it up to your tray, you pop open the lid and hold up half of a sandwich over to Wanda.

She glances over, chuckling with a slight blush. She takes it as you hold your half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, tipping it towards her as she tips towards you. Cheering with the sandwiches, you grin as you see the small smile spread across her lips.

"Bon appetit," she whispers to you.

You laugh and bite into the most perfect sandwich you've ever had, "Ah see. We'll make a fancy woman out of you yet."

Wanda rolls her eyes, "I'm not taking French classes," she scoffs, watching you stuff the rest of the sandwich in your mouth, "And we'll make you a commoner yet."

Her eyes rest on yours for a moment, both of you chewing quietly. The way she looks at you, it almost feels like she can read your mind. Grinning, she shimmies closer to your armrest and takes the remote for your screen, "Okay, these are the movies I want to watch. There is absolutely no debate."

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Clearing your throat, you smooth out your jacket and take careful step towards the large white tent in front of you.

The time between the plane landing and you having to slip into your wedding attire wasn't long enough, you found. Your head felt like it had barely rested on the pillow before Wanda was shaking you awake softly, whispering that it was time to get up.

You grumbled the whole time as you slipped into a suit just to go get ready somewhere else. She nodded, agreeing with your half mumbled words as she handed you all your things and shoved you out the door. You didn't see her again until the ceremony and even then, you couldn't be next to her.

She was just far enough away from you that you couldn't hold onto her for reassurance or listen to her whisperings as she made fun of your cousins. You had to stand around in the wedding party, trying to sneak glances at her in a beautiful dress that was showing just enough to make your eyes linger.

You know she noticed your stare, the slight blush in your cheeks as she mouthed out for you to behave as you wished she knew you weren't staring to feed into the lie. You were staring because she was drop dead gorgeous and you desperately wanted to be sitting next to her in that pew.

Despite your desperation to be near Wanda, the ceremony went smoothly enough. Not much room to cause a ruckus inside of a church. You had made eye contact with your father as you walked down the aisle with the wedding party but you couldn't read anything from him. Wanda steadied you with small grins as you stood up there, when she wasn't trying to corral Bucky with his fidgeting.

Now though, it was no man's land and your father could come around at any moment. And that any moment would certainly be after he had a few too many glasses of whiskey neat. You shudder at the thought as you can see the long tables with far too many flowers on top. All of the personalized drinkware and all the different utensils you're going to have to remember how to use for dinner.

Wanda's arm is hooked in yours, a simple burgundy dress to match the splash of color on your clothes. Your mother didn't have anything planned for her and Wanda was thankful, making comments on how uncomfortable some of the other dates were looking. You nod along, your eyes washing over the entering crowd but not taking anything in, your mind a thousand miles away.

Taking in a deep breath as you walk into the air conditioned tent, you let out a groan. Barely a step inside and you're already running into roadblocks that stop a somewhat enjoyable evening.

"Fuck me," you whisper with a turn of your head as Wanda continues to glance behind you. You duck your head as you mutter through the name cards on the table and try to find your seat quickly and without making eye contact with another certain someone.

"Oh my god," Wanda chuckles as she pulls at your arm to keep you where you are, "Is that your ex?"

"Yes," you whisper sharply and walk towards the bar. Glancing back to get Wanda, you watch in horror as her arm raises and she waves, "Wha- Don't wave!"

Wanda giggles as you drag her towards the bar, "They kind of look like me," she hums, "You have a type, Y/N. Oh god, imagine if we wore the same dress. The embarrassment."

You glare ahead of you, staring at your ex dressed in a flowing and incredibly expensive white dress, "Yes. Totally embarrassing."

Your fingers clench the bartop as you let out a heavy breath. Jaw clenched tightly as you yank at your collar, trying to loosen the thick fabric that's pressing into your jugular. Eyes are on you, you can feel it. The quiet whispers as those who walk past, commenting on who's on your arm.

A hot flash runs through your body as you try to think of something to cool you down and clear your head.

"Hey," Wanda pulls you from the bar to let others order and you watch some of your cousins glancing at the two of you. Whispering, snickering.

You lean against the side of the bartop as Wanda thanks the attendant and hands you a glass of water to try and cool you down. She stands in front of you, smoothing out your shirt, "Relax. Everything's going to be fine. We've done this a million times."

You shake your head, the ice shaking in your hand, "They've probably rigged the bouquet and garter toss so we're forced to get married."

She grabs your face and snaps your wandering eyes to her, "Stop it. We're only here to show that we came. Talk to a few people, leave and go get drunk. Okay? Can you do that?"

You grab her hands softly, rubbing them with your thumb as you bring them down between you, "This isn't fair to-,"

Wanda steps forward, her lips pressing against yours and stopping you from finishing that thought. You take in a deep breath, standing up straighter as you drop her hands. Arms wrap around her waist as her fingers grip your jacket roughly. Her lips move against you, not a small peck to keep up appearances. It's a deep kiss, rough. As if the world doesn't exist around you and for a moment, you truly forget it exists.

Her forehead rests against yours for a moment, the both of you slowing your breaths, "Are you going to stop now?"

Taking in a slow breath, you hum, "I'm sorry."

"I swear, I'll kiss you again," Wanda's fingers wrap around your jacket collar tighter but her voice is soft, almost like she's asking.

"She has to threaten you with kisses now?" Steve walks up, sharing a laugh with Wanda as he gives her a hug.

Bucky comes from the side and jabs your side but you restrain yourself from grabbing him in a headlock. But he can see it in your eyes, you'll be keeping count tonight and every time he pisses you off, he's buying a round tonight. He doesn't care and gives Wanda a tighter than necessary hug and purses his lips,

"You can threaten me with kisses, babes."

Wanda rolls her eyes as she shoves his face away but doesn't push him away completely. She snaps, holding out her hand as he gives her a confused look.

"Oh, do not start playing coy, Mr. Barnes." She unbuttons his jacket and slides the flask from the inside pocket. Giving it a shake to see how much is left, she holds it out to you, "Drink."

You scoff, pushing it away before prying eyes can see it, "What? There's an open bar literally right here,"

Wanda sighs, "It's your third cousin four times removed or something. You really think they bought the top shelf?"

You look over at the boys and they make an impressed face, nodding that she's completely right as they peek behind the bar. You grin, grasping the flask and take a sniff of the strong liquor hidden inside.

"You're amazing."

"I know," Wanda whispers and leans forwards, "Now drink."

You take a long swig. Shivering at how it slides down your throat and warms your body as you slam it back into Bucky's chest. Wanda shoos them away and waits for you to calm yourself down.

"You're going to be okay?"

Straightening out your back and broadening your shoulders, you take the tumbler of cheap whiskey she hands you as she holds her flute of champagne. You gaze around the thickened crowd and try to pick out familiar faces, remembering which ones to avoid and who to talk with.

"Don't let go of me," you whisper down into her ear as she settles into the crook of your arm.

You make your steps important as you head towards one person only. You don't want to have unimportant conversations with cousins that didn't matter. You needed people to remember you were here so you could leave earlier. Preferably before the cake was cut and the drunks got too drunk.

"Oh! Mother, you're here."

As you step to her, you wish that you hadn't come to her first now. Your father was probably preferable at this point. She's looking around in disgust and glances over at Wanda with a tight smile, "And where would I be? Spain?"

You clench your brows slightly, "No, I... I just tried to get a hold of you when we landed. And we did get here before you, I thought you would've checked the bouquets."

"I was very busy," your mother starts to walk away and you glance at Wanda. She pushes you forward to step in time with your mother, "Why is it so important where I am?"

You jog ahead of Wanda as she whispers to Bucky, "It's not. It's just a little odd, Mother."

"Well I'm here now, aren't I? So, it isn't odd," she looks at Wanda with a sigh, "The crest goes on the right side, not the left."

"Mother, it looks-,"

"And cotton tablecloths with folding chairs? What is this? In my day, people sat in real chairs."

You step in front of her, making her actually look at you and not at cotton tablecloths and cheap vases, "Hey, what's going on?"

Your mother sighs, playing with the lock on her clutch before she rests her eyes on your face, "I wanted your fiancee to be presented in a beautiful, elegant ballroom. God knows, your father already has enough ammo."

You raise your brows, "Fiancee? Mother, we haven't discussed anything."

"There's Elise," your Mother has a disgusted look on her face before she quickly forces a grin through, "I'm going to go have a talk with her about the proper height for a taper."

Wanda stands next to you, "Is it supposed to be on the left?"

Taking Wanda's hands before she tries to fix the crest in her hair, you let your fingers intertwine with a sigh, "No, she's just being picky. Pretty sure she shared some words with my father. And there are my aunts. They look especially excited to talk to you."

You wave slightly as Wanda turns wide-eyed, “Do not leave me with them.”

With a soft peck, you watch as one leaves the herd to come fetch her, “Family traditions, darling.”

Steve walks up beside you as you watch a helpless Wanda being practically dragged across the way. To be asked a billion questions about you and her. If you’ve finally popped the question, what kind of seat you got her on the flight and if you were sharing a bed at the hotel.

“How is she handling everything?” Steve sips on his drink as you slide a hand in your pocket and play with the small ring pouch.

You sigh, “As long as I can keep her from another experience with my father, I think she’ll make it out of all of this unscathed.”

He hums, “You do know he’s expecting a ‘hello’ tonight, right?”

“You his new pet?” you ask, not snappy or rude that he’s taken your place. But pity, you know the weight of the universe on Steve’s shoulders right now and you wish you could throw it all back at your father.

“Let’s just say,” Steve clears his throat as his eyes scan for Bucky, “you don’t get mentioned much anymore. You’re the lucky one. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for you.

You let out a small laugh as he gives a wink and heads off into the crowd, thankful that he’ll try to get you through tonight without having to see that man. The last thing you wanted to do today was engage in a screaming match. And with how your mother is already ticked off, you can only imagine the foul mood he’s in right now.

For now, Wanda is trying to catch your eyes. Pleading for you to come save her and you quickly down the rest of your drink. Your aunts have practically circled her, not giving her an outlet and you shake your head. She’ll never know a moment's peace if she keeps up this charade.

Twisting your cummerbund, you start to make your way over to save Wanda. She doesn’t see you amongst the sea of hats and you step inside the circle, resting a hand on her waist.

“Hi, could you come with me? My cummerbund and I aren’t seeing eye to eye.”

“Speaking of the devil, totally helpless as always. Excuse me,” your aunts laugh at Wanda’s sass as you pull her away from the vultures.

Once you’re far enough away, Wanda steps in front of you and helps you fix the fabric. The aunts are no doubt still watching, “Oh, you saved me. I love you. I wanna get married to you.”

You roll your eyes, “I saw that look. Same one you had the night you ate a whole pie by yourself.”

“Ugh. I didn’t know talking about myself could be so exhausting.”

Before you can answer, your Mother pops up out of nowhere, shocking you as you step back. She rests her hand on your arm, “Y/N, have you seen your father?”

“I haven’t really been looking out for him.”

Your Mother sighs, “He promised me he’d be here by now,”

Your eyes glance over to Wanda, she’s already searching, “Hold on, you didn’t come together? Did you call him?”

“Yes, I called him,” your Mother snaps as you rest your hands in your pockets, “Of course, I called him. I wouldn’t go this long without calling him.”

She’s worried, panicking about where he might be. You know he likes to sneak off to smoke cigars and drink too much alcohol, the reception hasn’t even started yet. The amount of times you’ve had to go find him and drag him back to your mother, only to be reprimanded and belittled the whole walk over.

Wanda grabs your hand and brings you back to her, “Charles, he’s here.”

Both of you turn but you're the only one with a set jaw, glaring straight ahead as you watch him with a triple shot in his glass already.

"Oh Charles, where have you been?" your Mother walks over to him and you can see them starting a quiet argument.

Trying not to gather an audience but eyes are already locked on them. You choose not to be one of them and turn to look at Wanda.

“I can’t look. Are they arguing about the cloth tablecloths?”

Wanda glances over your shoulder, “No, no. They’re energetically practicing their interpretive dance for tonight.”

You sigh and Wanda’s hand slips in yours, “Don’t worry. I’m not letting you go,”

And she doesn’t. Some part of her keeps a hold of you throughout the evening. Checking up on you with each tight laugh you let out and every new drink you got. Making sure you sipped on water and tried to get you to breathe deeply even with a stiff collar.

She collected up Steve and Bucky as the night continued on, knowing that strength was in numbers. If the aunts dragged her away again, she needed to make sure you were okay.

The four of you stayed together as much as possible. Thankfully, you had been sat together and you didn’t have to deal with unending questions about what your relationship with Wanda meant. What it meant for her to be wearing the family crest in her hair. What it meant for her to still be with you after all these months. What it meant to have the outline of a family heirloom in your pocket.

When Wanda saw you starting to get stressed after dinner, she’d grab your hand and drag you out to the dance floor and try to get you to loosen up. Being mixed in the crowd helped you both to stay away from family and just focus on each other, something you were hoping to do all night long, clinging to the hope that you knew would be ripped away from you sooner or later.

It was starting to grow later in the evening and the music was growing less classical as the older guests were leaving. You stepped aside for Wanda to dance with the boys as you quietly discussed some quick numbers with a cousin because work never truly stopped. Steve already had to exit the tent to make phone calls through the night.

“Excuse me!” A familiar sing song voice came from behind you as fingers wrapped up in your cummerbund and pulled you to her, “No working.”

You shrug and follow behind Wanda, grabbing her hand and spinning her out from you. She comes back to you, “When do we get out of here?” her hand rests in yours as the song starts to transition into something slower.

“I think we’ve avoided my father for as long as we can.”

Wanda nods and smooths back some of your hair, “Need me to do the talking?”

“Talking? You mean cussing him out,” you chuckle, saluting the boys and walking away as you hold onto Wanda’s hand.

But your confident steps falter when you see the burly man on the other side of the tent. You freeze, a sense of dread running through you. Wanda rubs her hands across your shoulders and tries to keep you grounded.

“There’s still time to propose,” she jokes as her chin rests on your shoulder, “Eyes are on us.”

You sigh, turning your head and pulling her closer to your side. Close enough for your lips to skim against hers and she presses against you for a quick peck.

A small promise that she’ll stand by your side. That she isn’t going anywhere without you. But a small part of you wishes she would. Wishes she would explode out in a fake breakup, to end all of this fake dating and escape a life of the same old, same old.

“Get this over with,” you mutter to her and you both walk up to what could possibly be the worst way to end this charade.

“These whiskeys all have multiple malts. This is exactly why they are a third cousin,”

“Just come sit down,” your Mother insists, tired from putting up with him all evening, “I think you’re being irrational.”

He lets out a huff, his face already burning red from all the alcohol he’s had, “I’m going to finish my drink.”

“You won’t be happy until you spoil everything for Y/N this evening, will you?” Your Mother bites her tongue from saying more as you stop behind your Father.

“Father,” you call out to him but he either pretends not to hear you or wants you to try again. You practically snarl out his name again, louder and sharper and gather the attention of more than just him.

“Ah, there you are. I’m surprised you aren’t still squabbling with those ruffians you call friends at that diner that serves roadkill.”

You sigh, can’t even make it one sentence with some fake pleasantries. Wanda grips your arm tightly, “We don’t serve roadkill at the diner.”

Your father’s smile tightens, “Well, good for you. And it seems you’re still keeping up the farce if she’s here.”

“The farce?” You say through grit teeth and Wanda keeps you attached to her side.

“You really expect me to believe this girl has fallen in love with you? You might have your mother fooled but I know you. And beyond that, you’re letting this floozy strut around with our family crest? For everyone to see?”

The pain on Wanda’s face is all it takes to finally snap you out of your obedient ways. You could stand there all day and let him belittle you and tell you how much of a disappointment you were to the family name. But to take Wanda’s name and throw it in the mud, you couldn’t stand by a second longer.

In fact, you lunge forward. Escaping Wanda’s grasp as you grip his tailored tux with a fury, listening to his drink fall and crash from his hand all over the floor. People gasp around you and Wanda tries to pull you back but you can feel the shaking anger through your veins.

“Enough! I have lived my life listening to your constant denigration! But you will not speak that way to Wanda. Do you understand me?”

You flick him away from you and towards the bar, his back smacking against the bartop. He looks around as he clears his throat, smoothing out his tux in front of prying eyes, “Do not continue making a fool of yourself. You have a social responsibility, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes, you rip your collar open, “I am so tired of hearing you say that!”

“And I am growing tiresome of your childish antics! People expect us to be at certain places and to do certain things! You are expected to do things for the company and that means not making a fool out of our name! Do you know what I am going through at work because of your stunt?”

You raise your arms, “Father, your whole life isn’t that damn company! The same way my world doesn’t revolve around destroying the company! You think I’m doing this to be petty? Fine, believe what you want because what can you do, Father? You’ll cut me from your inheritance? I don’t give a shit!”

There’s gasps among the crowd from your language but you give them all a look. You know they say worse at their little tea parties or golf tee times.

“Y/N, calm down.” Wanda presses against your back, trying to get you to walk with her.

“You know what, I’ll do you one better,” you snap at him, “I quit! I quit the business, I quit this goddamn family. Write me out of everything!” Your Father glances around as you step towards him, clenching your fists, “All I wanted from you was a ‘good job’, ‘I’m proud of you’. Are you even capable of saying those words?”

He stutters but composes himself quickly. Standing straighter and you let out a scoff, not knowing why you even gave him one last chance.

“I didn’t think so. Hey, you know what. Here’s something you’ll be proud of because you’ll have been right.”

Wanda grips your arm tighter as you take another step forward and lower your voice, “This thing between Wanda and I, you knew it right from the start didn’t you? That if I ‘lowered’ myself down to a waitress in a diner, I’d never come back to your damn legacy. Well, congratulations to you because we’re not dating!”

As you were talking, you didn’t notice a hand slip into your pocket. Dainty fingers you’ve come to find comfort in resting in your hand carefully sliding something on with a heavy weight.

“We’re engaged!” Wanda slides her arm from yours as you feel your eyes widen and heart drop to your stomach, watching her extend her hand. Your Father coughs and you watch him for the first time in your life lose composure. The sight sends a heavy breath through your slack jawed mouth. The old man is human and has fears and they’re all playing out in front of him.

An announcement for the first dance echoes out across the sea of murmurs and your father knows he needs to be close by for a speech.

“Do not move,” he growls, shooting daggers at Wanda as he glances around at the whispers growing around him.

“Good luck handling this scandal,” you whisper with a calm voice, Wanda’s hand slips in yours as you let out a sigh, “I’m sorry for the shock, Mother.”

She gives a look, unsurprised that you’d do that to cut your father’s legs out from under him but she gives you no words. She’ll call later tonight after he goes to sleep. You walk quickly with Wanda, practically shoving through the crowd as they try to lean in to see Wanda’s hand and the ring on her finger. You escape out of the tent and your stride grows long as you try to get to the valet.

“Are you alright?” Wanda whispers as you wait for your car and start to slowly unbutton your shirt

“Just don’t let go of me,” you whisper and her grip grows tighter on your arm.

Glancing over, she gives you a small grin, “I’ve got you.”

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A glowing phone is burned behind your eyelids as you open the door to your hotel suite. The words 'Congratulations' sent a cold weight through your chest as the email was celebrated for a silent and lonely second before Wanda switched off her phone. Switcher off her phone to make sure you are okay, to let you hold onto her hand as you stared steely out of the windshield.

Rubbing your forehead, you officially untuck your shirt and kick off your shoes, “Well, what’re you gonna do now?”

Wanda looks at you questioningly, “What do you mean? I’m getting us food.”

You pinch your nose, “Shit. I gotta look to see if I can get the rest of your money out.”

“Y/N?”

You quickly pull out your phone and swipe to your app, “He might not shut everything tonight because he’s drinking. But, shit.”

Wanda tries to grab your phone but you’re already turning away from her to get out of her grasp, “Have you seriously never thought that maybe I was doing this for more than money? I put up with this bullshit game that you call family time. I stood there silent like a trophy wife while you got berated when you weren’t like them. You really think I did everything for money?”

You stand there, knowing that if she stays, it will be this night on repeat until your father is gone from this world. Constant beratings and silent whispers amongst the family everytime Wanda is there for the holidays or events. As you watch her hold out her hands, waiting for you to speak, you realize your father was right.

Everytime you met with him, he’d start off with the same phrase each time, Cut the ties. You needed to cut all ties with her, “This was a mistake.” All ties, it was the only thing that would save her from this.

Wanda walks up to you, trying to hold you in place, “We have to have had some type of connection where you know I’m not about the money, Y/N. And I know that you’re not either.”

You shake your head, “I can fix this. I can still fix this,” you tear the cummerbund off your waist, “I’ll come clean to them. Tell them what happened.”

“You’re not even listening to me,”

You groan, you’re listening but you’re trying to listen to your guilt more, “Wanda, this company is all I know. It was my first job and it was supposed to be my only.”

Wanda runs her hands through her hair, wanting to slap you, "You're not happy!"

“And I’ve been trying to get you to leave so you don’t have to live this! So you can be happy!”

“Y/N! I would’ve left after the Fourth of July bullshit but…” she waves you away, walking quickly from you as she picks up her dropped heels.

You watch her walk away, brows clenched as she disappears into her room. Your arm falls to your side,

“Why didn’t you?”

It’s a thick silence inside the suite and you stand there in silence, waiting for her to come back to you. You stand there, eyes glued to the doorway as you mull thoughts around your brain. Debating whether you should spill out the truth for her and let her decide where she wanted to go with everything.

Whether she would work with you or run away. Despite her saying she wasn’t about the money, you were still terrified. Terrified of the power she had over you and the pain you’d feel if you never saw those green eyes again.

After what feels like an eternity, she comes out with wavy auburn hair and her robe tied around her body. But she doesn’t say a word, just stares at you with a thousand words on her lips.

“You get mad that I don’t listen and now you’re not talking. I don’t know what you want from me!”

She groans out loudly, “You! I want you, you absolute fucking idiot! I’m in love with you!”

The words hit your ear as your phone hits the floor. You stare at her as your lips part with a rush of air that was supposed to be your response. Her eyes search for something inside of yours, but all you can do is stare in shock. Shock that she’d ever say those words to you. That maybe all of this time, you two could’ve ended all of this months ago.

“Yeah, you can save your breath. I should’ve just taken the damn money,” she mutters, going to the phone in the living room to order food as she continues about how you’re always right and she should just listen to you.

But the words are mumbled and distant by the time you hear them. You move forward, stepping with slow steps that speed up as you cross the room. Her fingers twist around the cord, unaware of you growing closer and you slam into her without warning.

She gasps as your arms wrap around her waist and yank her towards you. Surging forward, your lips find hers and they form against yours as perfectly as every other time. Your kiss is desperate, more desperate than it’s ever been. You turn her into the couch hard, nearly tipping her over as it scratches along the floor.

You barely notice though, her fingers running through your hair as you pull her so close into you that she leans with your body. Deepening the kiss as she sighs out, you realize everything you’ve ever dreamed was right here in your arms and you couldn’t fight it any longer. The world, in this sweet and quiet moment, only held the two of you.

You’re both breathing hard as you force yourself to release your lips from hers, foreheads pressed against one another. Keeping your eyes shut, her fingers travel along your back as you listen to a quiet hum come from her lips. You grin, running your thumb along her cheek and wrap your other arm around her tighter, never wanting to let her go. There’s a soft click and you hear footsteps but your grin never falters from the beautiful way her eyes shimmer just for you.

“We brought alcohol- oh shit!”

“I told you! I fucking knew it!”

A familiar voice cuts through the air and Wanda pushes you off of her, “Why the fuck is she here?” Wanda laughs and smacks your arm.

You grimace at the hard hit, no doubt all her pent up stress from having to deal with you, “She was supposed to surprise you. She was a bit upset that I didn't invite her to Greece.”

You pull Wanda back to you with a groan, watching the grin on her face as she sees how desperately you want her near, and nuzzle your face against her neck, “But I’m going to kill Bucky for ruining this,”

“And what’s he interrupting?” Wanda whispers,“We can continue right now,”

You raise your brows as you pick up your head, “Really? Right in front of them? Want to give them a show?”

She rolls her eyes as she turns in your arms, pressing her back against you, “You gave them the room key, pervert.” But she pulls your arms around her tighter and you breathe in sharply, listening to her quiet hum.

“Okay, we get it. Making up for lost time. We don’t need to see you two swapping spit.”

Pressing your lips against the side of her head, you sway lightly as you rest your chin on her shoulder with a grin, “Did Steve get out of the blast zone?” You knew he’d have the difficult process of handling the aftermath of you stepping down, handling all of that public relations hell.

Bucky bobs his head side to side, “Your father might be losing two of his best employees and one of his worst.”

Wanda turns in your arms as she pats your chest, “Look at you and all of your good deeds. I knew you were a good person,”

“Yeah. Like really, really deep inside,” Natasha takes a beer from the pack she’s carrying as you stick your tongue out.

Bucky walks up gingerly and holds out two bottles for you and Wanda, “So… what’re we celebrating? Escaping your father?” He glances back at Natasha and they both tilt their heads and bat their eyes, “True love?”

You chuck your bottle cap at him, “Neither. Wanda getting accepted into graduate school.”

Bucky’s eyes go wide as he widens his legs and his arms shoot up with his yells of excitement. He had helped Wanda practice for all of her interviews and essays when Nat was working. You can remember coming out from a meeting in your office, seeing the two of them talking out ideas and through his notes. He’s probably more excited about this than Wanda is. He wraps her up into a huge hug, bounding her around as he squeezes her tightly.

Natasha was by you, jumping out of Bucky’s bulldozing path. She wraps her arms around you in pure happiness before she makes a beeline towards them and gets right into the jumping hug filled with screams of congratulations. Her beer explodes out in foam but no one stops until their voices grow hoarse from yelling.

“We are totally raiding the kitchen now!” Nat pushes a reluctant Bucky towards the door before he can try to find shot glasses and gives the two of you a wink, “Bucky, do you think I should go back to being a redhead?”

He spins around, wide eyed and walking willingly now to leave the start of a party, “You’re a redhead?”

You sigh and wrap your arms around Wanda’s waist as the door clicks shut, grinning down at the confused look she still has on her face. She pokes your side with a shake of her head,

“How’d you know?”

You shrug, “Saw it in the car. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Wanda bites against her lip, “I was seeing how you were handling being poor,”

“Oh, look at you. Already making jokes while I’m suffering,” you grin, watching her roll her eyes and flick your cheek, “So… you love me. Even now that I can’t buy you a baker’s dozen of islands?”

“Even more because you can’t. Those are thoughtless gifts,” she giggles as she kisses you but it’s cut short when you feel her lips turn down, “You know I have to leave the state, right?”

You nod, “I remember where you applied.”

She holds onto you tighter, “Come with me?”

You cock a brow but before she can let you talk she fills the split second of silence, “Hey, I don’t want to pressure you. I know that it’ll be the first time you’ve never had a safety net. But… I’ve seen how that safety net held you back from so many things. You… I guess I wonder if you’ve thought about what you need. Not what your family name needs.” She squeezes your hands, “You don’t have to decide anything now, okay? Just give it a thought. But if we want to do this long distance, we already did the faking it trial.”

Grinning, you place your hand gently on her mouth, “I was never faking it. And I’ve already decided… that we pack our bags right after we do some more kissing. Then,”

“Oh, there’s a then?” You press your lips against hers before she can say anymore and rile you up.

“Then we leave and kiss some more. That’s what I’ve decided.”

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck and her lips press against yours, proving that you’d never want any other lips on yours, “Well then, it’s a good thing I cashed those checks huh? Looks like I’ll be taking care of you,”

“Oh, I have other ways I can take care of you,” you wiggle your brows, taking her feet up from under her and carrying her towards the bedroom. She slaps at you to put her down but you keep walking.

“They’re going to be back with the food!” she warns you as you chuckle and drop her onto the bed and watch as her face lights up, “And then we can start making all those lovely noises so they leave it all for us.”

Leaning over her, you nod, “You are amazing, Wanda.”

“I know, darling. You aren’t so bad either.”

Opening your mouth to start a long train of comebacks, she grabs your collar and pulls you down, “Don’t ruin the moment. Just kiss me.”

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You chuckle, brushing a piece of Wanda's hair behind her ear as you rest your forehead on hers. Her hands grip your shirt tightly, breathing in slowly as she tries to hold herself together a moment longer. There's a tightness in your chest, her soft words still ringing in your ears and pulling a grin on your lips.

"Oh, I'm going to be in so much trouble," your lips brush against hers as she sighs up at you.

Wanda giggles quietly, "We can't use getting engaged as an excuse anymore. Two time limit."

You smile, opening your eyes and looking at those twinkling green eyes in front of you. The breeze rolls past you, sending a shiver through your body but you can barely notice. Only feeling the warmth that builds inside of your chest.

"When you lovebirds are ready, my nipples can cut glass."

You glare off to the side at Bucky, holding his little notecards with a tight grin and shiver. Wanda pats your cheek as she reaches behind her, whispering to her redheaded best friend. Turning, you hold out your hand and watch as Steve plops a ring that once held the entire weight of the world within its band, in your hand. You mouth a thank you as he gives a wink, watching you draw in a breath before you turn back around.

Holding up the band, Wanda looks at the glinting stone with an excited stare. Totally different from the scared stare she had three years ago.

"This was my grandmother's ring. It's yours now. And so am I."

Wanda draws in a shaky breath as you slide the band onto her finger, lining it up with her engagement band. Bucky leans forward and you groan but Wanda holds onto your hand,

"How much did Steve loan them for this ring?"

Wanda gives him a wink, which pulls another groan from you as she continues to talk to the online ordained man, 'Wouldn't need a loan if they sold one of their beach houses."

"Alright, read from those stupid notes there and let's finish this up," you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer to you, "so we can leave."

"What? I told Wanda we'd go check out that pub down the road."

You glance between Bucky and Wanda, leaning over to watch Natasha shrug with a tight grimace. Of course you wouldn't be getting your wife all to yourself just yet. You look at Wanda and she takes your hand from her waist.

"He really likes the fish and chips," you groan against her words as she yanks your finger to her. You glance down and watch her slide her personalized ring onto your finger, "Hey, you're mine now. And I'm yours. Forever. And we are going to celebrate."

Her arms wrap around your neck as she pulls you to her, lips smashing against each other. You breathe in sharply, deepening the kiss and accidentally pulling a moan from her lips as you grip her waist tighter.

Bucky chokes next to you, "You may now kiss the, forget it. Let's leave before they start doing it right here."

You smile against Wanda's lips, "We could be assholes and-,"

She pecks your lips, shimmering eyes looking up at you as her fingers run down your neck, "Don't even think about it."

Humming out, you press a soft kiss along her lips, "You're amazing, Wanda."

"You aren't so bad, either. Are you happy?"

You grin, "Don't let me go. And I'll be the happiest person in the world. With you... and Bucky, forever."

Wanda smiles at your laugh as you lean forward to seal your promise together once and for all.

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