#the anime jaw took SO MANY TRIES

[dcxdpdabbles]

Heya! I love your works! You always manage to turn tropes on their heads and make them anew! I was wondering, are you going to continue The Audit? I loved the dynamics of the Bats interacting with Danny, and Damian and Danny's relationship was downright delightful!

Damian rarely got nervous because of the tension in the room. It wasn't in his nature, having been born with Father's ability to keep a cool head.

But watching the stare-down between his Father and Uncle Daniel was very nerve-wracking. He was still determining who was winning at this point. Father had retreated fully into Batman, locking away all and any emotions behind his persona, which was bizarre to see on his maskless face.

Meanwhile, Uncle Daniel's emotions are displayed for the world to see in the heavy set of his jaw, the down pull of his lips, and the ice in his gaze.

Between the two men sat a pile of paper with various red markings. Damian hadn't gotten the chance to review the documents, but he knew there was a lot, and most of it had not been good. He likely failed the audit.

His uncle had stayed at Wayne Manor for three days, despite the many attempts by the Bats besides Damian to get him out. He had been silently observing everything that happened within the manor's walls. Uncle Daniel took his position as an observer in the literal sense.

He did not speak or interact with anyone besides Damian and often ended up scaring his adoptive siblings since they didn't notice him in the room. Damian personally thinks it was their own fault for being frightened. Obviously, they needed more training if they were unable to detect his uncle.

It's not like the man was hiding; he is good at entering rooms as silent as a ghost. Damian knew all other league-raised children could sense when Uncle Daniel was about, so really, people trained by Batman should have caught him miles away.

Todd and Cain were an honest disgrace for failing to notice Uncle Daniel until his pen clicked to write down what he observed. Damian attempted to improve things by presenting the best of Wayne Manor, but he knew the more he tried, the more Uncle Daniel used the red pen.

He only thought he did well on the audit by showing off his various animal friends. Uncle Daniel seemed very taken with Batcow the most, and after helping Damian milk her, he had finally switched the color on his multi-pen to green.

"I will not repeat myself again, Mr. Wayne," Uncle Daniel hissed, snapping Damian from his thoughts. Father's eyes narrowed.

"You deemed me unfit for my son."

"I deem you unfit for all your children."

Father's face remained impassive, but Damian knew him well enough to see the displeasure rolling off his body in waves. "I try my best for my children."

"Not nearly enough." Uncle Daniel reached for the papers, flipping through the handwritten notes to a page, taking on three lines. When Damian leaned over to read, Uncle Daniel's hand shot out and he pushed his head away.

"No, Little One. These are your sibling's personal files. You can not read them." It's mostly because he respects his uncle greatly that he did not throw a fit for being excluded from the conversation. And the fact that his uncle switched over to their native tongue.

It had been startling to realize how much he missed hearing his language. And how warm it made him feel to use it here in Gotham.

Father pulled the paperwork to him. His blue eyes rapidly moved over the words before he flipped to the next page, the next, and the next. Each time, his actions became more frantic until he reached the end.

Then he just stared at the audit his uncle had written with a strange blank look in his eyes. Damian felt very unnerved.

"Damian, go wait in your room," Father said softly, gaze still not lifting from the report.

"What? Father-"

"Now, Damian."

The boy turned to his uncle for help, but the other man merely smiled. "It's alright, Little One. Your father and I will settle this."

It was ludicrous to remove him from the room to discuss his future. Still, Damian knew he would not be able to convince the two most important men in his life of this, and while Uncle Daniel was a pacifist, it didn't mean he was weak in any way.

He would have Damian removed, and walking out with dignity was better. The young ninja huffed, strutting out of the room, down the hall, and up the main stairway to his bedroom. He ignored the various Wayne-adopted dolts that were trying to eavesdrop on the conversation.

None of them had learned that if Uncle Daniel did not want anyone hearing his conversations, then no one would hear a thing. This was one of the many mysteries surrounding Uncle Daniel.

No one in the current League of Assiaians knew much about the First Son, mainly because no one had lived as long as he and Grandfather, but they all knew he had extraordinary powers.

Drake is a fool who thinks he can record all of Uncle's abilities when he hasn't even scraped the suffering of everything Uncle Daniel could do.

And he never will. A nasty voice whispers in his mind. Damian opens his bedroom door, taking one final look around, trying to fight off the wave of sadness. He can not say his stay here had been easy, but he had grown attached to his life at Wayne Manor.

It's a foolish attachment. It didn't matter.

He had failed the audit, and Uncle Daniel would have him moved. Damian's eyes burned slightly, making him blink rapidly as he began packing his room.

He had been able to adjust to the sudden move from the league to Gotham; Damian could do it again. He was halfway done getting everything of value stored in his suitcases when his Father appeared at his door.

"Damian? What are you doing?" The man's voice sounds crushed, and Damian refuses to meet his gaze. He needs to leave through the Wayne Manor doors with his dignity.

"I am sure it's quite clear what I am doing, Father." He says, folding his shirts in the military style Pennyworth had shown him. It saved the most space, and the idea that he will never learn more little tricks from the age bullet makes the burn in his eyes stronger.

A few traitorous tears fall, landing on his blue-gry shirt and turning a few spots into a dark blue.

"I won't let him take you," Father promises, strutting towards Damian and hugging him. The child stiffens at once before more tears silently fall down his face.

"You can not stop Uncle. He can take all of us away."

"I know," Father admits. "That's why I have agreed to his terms."

"Terms?"

"Mr. Wayne and I have agreed on a trial period. He will go to therapy to improve his behavior and communication skills with his children. I will be living here and monitoring the progress. It will be one year." Uncle Daniel says suddenly, right next to their hug, his cold arms warping around Damian and overlapping Father's.

Father's face was spammed at the contact, but Damian had never felt so warm or protected.

He sinks into the hug, watching Uncle Daniel's warm, soft gaze stare down at him. Then, his gaze hardens into disgust as Father leans on Damian's hair. Uncle Daniel quickly leans onto the other side of Damian's skull, trying to comfort him.

Relief crashes into Damian. The audit was not over; he still had a year to prove to Uncle that he should live here with Father. He will not be moved.

But it will take a miracle for his father to change that drastically. His uncle would remove him unless Damian could show him that there was something here worth staying for.

He needed a plan, a goal, an appeal to Uncle Daniel's more gentle, idealistic views. But what? He could try to become more brotherly with his adoptive siblings. That could buy him a few more months.

I need something more. Something more binding. Damian thinks, pressing his face into the two men's arms. He does not need comfort like a child, but being held like this is.... pleasant.

"Oh! Family Group Hug!" Richard screams from the hallway before the man is sprinting into the room. Father makes a face but Uncle Daniel opens the hug, leaving a gap for Richard.

The man barrels in with a shout of glee, squeezing the three almost desperately. Damian would make a face, but he understands just how great Uncle Daniel's hugs can be, and added to the fact Father is not one to show displays of affection, this is Richard's best chance to-.

Wait.

That's it! Uncle's one weakness is being there for children who need him. Damian realizes, a plan forming in his mind, as Brown, Drake, and Cain run into the room. They pause at the sight before all three are invited into Uncle's hug. Brown leaps in for her hug, and Cain hesitantly approaches while Drake stays safely away, eyeing the group with distaste.

Uncle Daniel locks eyes with the teenager by the door, offering a sad smile, and Damian can see that he genuinely wants Drake in this hug but will not force him.

He respects Drake's boundaries because, to Uncle Daniel, adoption means family. He considers Drake to be Damian's brother, so he would treat him with the same care and love as he does for Damian.

Usually, that would bother him greatly, but Damian is too proud of himself for thinking of such a great plan.

There was no way Father would change enough in one year to satisfy Uncle into thinking he was a good fit for raising children. That's fine.

All Damian had to do in that year was convince Uncle to stay at Wayne Manor to do the child-raising himself. This way Damian could remain in Gotham, no matter the audit's results.

How does one trap a man in child-raising when none of the children are his biological? Simple. They get them married to someone with children, and Father just so happens to be without a paramour.

Damian has to get two men to fall in love in one year. It should be simple. With Uncle Daniel's protective core and Father's determination to save Gotham, there may be enough common ground between them to spark romance!

"I love you guys!" Richard crows, squeezing everyone he can reach.

"Hn," Father grunts, while Brown and Cain both inform Richard they care for him as well. Damian softly mutters, "I care for you too," which is much better than Father's.

Uncle's snaps.

"Your son said he loves you, but you don't even respond? You are a brute, Mr. Wayne."

"And you are a leech." Father hisses.

Damian winces. This will take a lot of work. Good thing he's never cowered from a challenge.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #the audit #Part 2 #Damian failed the original audit #Danny found problems with all the Wayne kids #Bruce and Danny do not get allow #Too bad Damian is going to Parent Trap them #One year to change Danny's mind #Tim has issues with the Al Ghuls so he don't trust Danny #Everyone else got used to him some what #They can't keep him out

[gremlingottoosilly]

That Unwanted Animal [COD Fantasy AU] CursedKnight!Ghost x fem!Reader

Ghost was cursed ever since his king helped him get back to life from his grave. A stench of death, strong and inescapable, renders him unable to find a woman who will be willing to bed him. What will happen when he finally finds a perfect mate? CW and Tags: Dub-con, power imbalance, Medieval Fantasy AU, knight!Ghost, servant!Reader, sex work, brothels, dub-con kissing and touching, obsessive Ghost, dark Ghost, basically Ghost finds a girl and forces her to be his, Ghost is a half-dead resurrected knight, soft reader, submissive Reader.

AO3 Word Count: 2426 Ch.1

The Knight is a weird one. 

He is looking at you – studying you with his eyes, ever prying, even seeing. He never blinks and you think he doesn’t need it – a walking corpse wouldn’t care to keep his eyes wet, to let his head down and take a few deep breaths to relieve himself. Then, again, a real walking corpse wouldn’t need a maiden to claim and take, a warm body to bring relief to his manhood. You wouldn’t be so sure that he is a walking corpse, a resurrected warrior – the legends are often false, after all, and wild guesses of prostitutes are not to be trusted. 

Not like you would know either way – the only path to reveal his not-death is to smell the rot from his skin and, well, it’s out of your reach. The sickness of a few years ago rendered you completely unable to smell anything – you aren’t sure if it’s a blessing in disguise now. Ghost – his name, you think, you heard, the whispers and gossip from the girls who worked alongside you – have been watching you sleep the whole night after he claimed you for the first time. You know because, well, you were watching him too, unable to fall asleep. Not with the gaze that made your blood freeze in your veins. Not with the knowledge that this man can just suck the life out of you, like he did with many of his enemies. You don’t know about this fact, of course – but you don’t want to come and try if the gossips are true. You feel sore, down there. It should be normal for a woman who works in a place like this – but you weren’t a prostitute. Never got interest from men who will pay a lot for a night with a beautiful woman, you were content with simply serving the patrons and the highest bidding girls. Turns out, the sex is…weird. Wet. Painful, but not quite. The Knight was generous in his offers, even as you tried to convince him you didn’t deserve any of it. That you were here just to serve tea, not to… “Lay still, luv. Do you not know what to do?” He pushed a pillow under your hips, making your back arch like a cat in heat. You were presented to him – involuntarily, with his large hands crowding your waist and putting you right where he wanted. Your legs spread and your womanhood glossy from arousal – you knew your fair share of what it comes when a man and a woman share the bed, but you never managed to get into it. To get a man to put something in you, that it. You felt foolish ever coming to the room he rented all for himself. For not running away the second you were put here like a lamb to the slaughter. “I’m not a c…courtesan, kind sir, this is all a…” He pushed his mouth on yours – his mask lifted just barely to let you see the light stubble and scars on his broad, chiseled jaw – before you even managed to finish. His tongue went all out, licking and sucking, making you whimper in the kiss that wasn’t your first, but surely took the crown of being the most memorable one. Surely, cursed knights had no idea about common courtesy. “Good. Wouldn’t hear jabs from Johnny then.” You don’t know who that was but, for some reason, you felt like a dog suddenly brushed against your hand. Perhaps, the lack of air from the steamy kisses made you delirious” But, it was before. Now, with his head propped on one of his hands as he was lying on his side, observing you quietly, like a predator in hiding. His other hand is caressing your shoulder, sometimes going further to play with your hair – surely, he didn’t care for the possibility of waking you up. Maybe, he knows you aren’t sleeping. Maybe, he got his fill and would let you go now. — You need to sleep. The road to my estate is a long one. You drop your act immediately, knowing it is pointless. Perhaps, you should have tried to be an actor instead of a brothel servant – would give you much more useful skills. — Your estate..? Maybe, he was so impressed with your tea-making skills, that he would invite you to be his maid. You may have lost your virtue, but it’s not like you’re interested in marriage anyway. You can live a quiet life, not dealing with anything too harsh, while receiving a nice salary working for the knight. Honorable job, stable job. Something that you should strive for. — You aren’t a courtesan. It sounded like a statement – and besides, you were telling him this before. There is no way he could have mistaken your common, grey clothing with rich gowns that expensive courtesans are wearing. Your manners are off too – the man would have to be blind, deaf and stupid to think that they would send you to him as a girl for entertainment, not servitude. — I’m not, sir. 

— Do you have family? 

— Do you? He laughs at your unexpected bravery. You close your eyes, expecting something – a kick in the face, perhaps, as many nobles love to do with servants who aren’t polite enough. Maybe, you wait for him to denounce you and finally leave you alone. Maybe, you wait for everything to just be a dream, a beautiful one with steamy scenes straight up from the romantic novels you sneaked out to read. But Ghost is as real as a bed you are sitting on. His hands are on your face, but not in a way you’d come to expect from a man of his position. He is caressing your skin, playing with hair that fell out on your cheeks – and you swear you can see his eyes crinkle with a smile when you struggle to maintain eye contact, your head suddenly feeling heavy and sleepy. Perhaps, the night activities did wear you off. Not enough to make you lower your guars though. — Yes, luv. You’re going to be a part of it. He sounds…sad. Broken, almost. You try to remember all of the rumors you heard about the undead knight, but the only thing you’re capable of thinking about is his resurrection – surely, it would mean he doesn’t have a living family anymore, right? For some bizarre, incredibly weird reason, you reach out for his hand. Not with your palm, too exhausted to actually lift it – but with your face, tilting your head to the side as you press your forehead against his hand in a cat-like manner. His fingers get lost in playing with your hair immediately, and you fight the desire to purr. What a weird sequence of events he brought upon you. He pats your head for a few minutes, allowing you two to sit in silence. You quite like it. — You can’t marry a commoner. 

— This isn’t a position for your opinion, doll. — But the madam… — Your madam can push your debt up her snobby arse. I would be bloody glad to end this whole place in a fire. You laugh involuntarily. Surely, he means it – just one look at his eyes reveals a man deeply wounded by the fact, that not even the amount of money he has or the status he holds as the greatest knight of the kingdom will but him affection. Some things cannot be done even for money – and not a single woman in the brothel would lower herself to sleeping with a walking corpse, resurrected by the most evil power in the continent. It’s a good thing you can’t sense the stench of death – and to you, Ghost is just a man. A man with big hands, cold body, and little crinkles in his eyes when he looks at you, so weak and whimpering. A man with money and power, who can get you away from this place. Surely, changing one cage for the other won’t make much of a difference – but you can trade freedom for comfort, especially when the alternative neither brings your freedom nor comfort. There isn’t a single woman who would change her place with you. You find solace in that. 

— You can’t just take me away. All of my life is here. — Bloody shitty life you got ‘ere. You will be better off with me. 

— As your conqubine? 

— As my wife. 

Oh. You can’t exactly argue with this proposal. *** He rides you on his horse for the whole day – and it isn’t at all romantic as you thought it would be based on the books. No one has ever written just how smelly horses are – how scary of a creature riders are mounting, and how hard it is to sit on your ass for a whole day. For some reason, you were expecting a carriage – but a lone knight wouldn’t be traveling with an escort, you think. No matter how much of an influence he has over this country. 

You were thinking about running away for a few times – when he was making stops to let the horse rest and would slip you on the ground, allowing your agonizing limbs to stretch out a bit. You could escape easily when he got distracted with something – but then you thought about forests, bandits, and the trajectory that your life has taken. You may not like being a pried possession of a dead man, but he by far isn’t the cruelest one out here. Many other patrons of the whore house are much, much worse. 

He slips you on his lap when you finally get to a place where you can eat and sleep in peace – his mansion is as big as they come, you think, but the desire to explore is cut short by his hands on your hips. Reminding you of your place like you didn’t already get it the first time. You stir in your place, uncomfortable when he is pushing you down on his throbbing erection – how this could even ride a horse if the only thing on his mind was your soft body pressed against his, your helpless form clinging to him like he was the only protector here. 

Ghost is supposed to be on the good side – not an Empire soldier, at the very least, he isn’t taking crying innocent trophies from the battlefield and throwing them in his harem. He doesn’t even have a bloody harem, all the women – and men alike – disgusted by the stench of death he cannot wash away no matter the hours he spends in the bath. But you, pretty maiden waiting for him at this brothel of yours, aren’t like others. Maybe it’s a blessing – maybe the gods finally answered all of his threats and sent him the prettiest angel they had. 

No matter, he is still going to make sure to use you properly. Slowly, Ghost picks up food and feeds you – and if he can judge, you aren’t exactly enjoying the feeling of his fingers in your mouth. Probing, touching – you whimper when he pushes a piece of fruit past your lips. Poor thing, he thinks – you need to learn how to treat him with respect. With love, even more, as he wants for you to like him no matter how hard it could be for a dumb little you. — You shouldn’t feed me like this, sir. You’re so polite, so king – the first time a maiden was king to someone like him. The first time a girl isn’t screaming in his hold, trashing, and crying as she feels his hands roaming up her body. Gods, you’re perfect – he can’t wait to introduce you, finally shutting Soap for good. Finally getting something good for himself, after all the years of pure shit. Just wait – he can make an honest woman out of you. Give you estate, money, give you his status and the treatment of a royalty. If Price would feel generous, you’d be a duchess in no time. And, oh he knows, Price will be generous. 

— Why not? 

Just one look at your open mouth, glossy from drool, at your trembling lips, made him harder than before. He was denied mortal pleasures for so long, he forgot how soft women are – how pretty they look while sitting on his lap. No woman would approach him after the damn Emperor decided to resurrect him – but you don’t have a choice on the matter. But you don’t behave like you want to run away, at least. He wants to think that you will like it here – not because he truly cares about your opinion, but because you’d become sweeter. — It would be a waste. I can’t taste much of anything. 

Ah. The lack of smell – he remembers. Poor girl, he thinks, not only did you spend your life serving the courtesans and patrons at the brothel, but you also did so without taking any pleasure in nice fragrances or tasty food. Such a miserable girl – tough luck that you ended up with him, where he physically cannot feel pity for you. 

— Hm. There is a downside to your affliction.

— Many people would consider the lack of smell itself a downside. — Not me. You’re perfect. No one has even told you you’re perfect. Not like this, at least. You see a jaded soldier sitting you on his lap, his hands are holding the fat of your hips and kneading it like dough, but his eyes are…warm. Not kind, not gentle, but with the level of obsession that you never thought you’d see in this day and age. You press your head against his chest in a pure instinct – not wanting to be too harsh on your new husband. Not even daring to act like a spoiled brat, even though you were never one to begin with. 

He is a lonely man, you know. Angry and cynical, killed more people than you ever known for your whole life – but it all seems so distant, so unreal now. The killings and the wars and resurrections are something from the children’s books. From dark romance novels that you were reading, not from reality. Reality is that you’re sitting on the lap of a man who took you from working in the worst place you could have. Reality is, that you’re sitting on the lap of a very sad, tortured man who might need something nice. Who might give you something nice in return. 

Hm. 

You might like the sound of that. 

#cod #cod x reader #yandere cod #ghost x reader #dark ghost #yandere ghost #ghost #simon ghost riley #yandere #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere male

[stargirlrchive]

Angry kiss and Tsu’tey 🤨

You heard Tsu’tey before you saw him, his steps heavy in the humid forest. Your fist balled tightly, standing up quickly to continue on your mission of being left alone. You were about to run when a hand wrapped around your wrist and you were jerked backwards roughly. You hissed angrily as you tried your hardest to free yourself from his hold.

His tone was mocking, tsking quietly as you thrashed around. “You prove my point every time.”

Your foot stomped down on him roughly, the sharp pain caused Tsu’tey to release you, his jaw fell slack in disbelief. “I do not care to listen to you speak, Tsu’tey! Leave me alone.”

You turned sharply, walking further into the forest as you tried to lose him. You were foolish in thinking so, Tsu’tey had hunted and memorized these grounds since he was a small boy. He could find you with his eyes closed.

You had not gotten far before you heard his footsteps again, which only caused yours to increase. “Must you always make my life so difficult?”

You were not sure what it was, maybe it was the way his eyes darkened in frustration, or when he was so close to you, face curled up in anger, that you felt the warmth of his body on yours, and the primal excitement that came with it. Never knowing what was going on between the two of you, but it was something so far from hatred but neither of you willing to admit it. But you did enjoy making his life difficult. The way his gaze lingered after you, the way he tried to put you in place time and time again, and it never worked. Always tethering on a thin rope that you just wanted to see snap.

And Tsu’tey swore he hated you, despised the way you smelled like fresh minty herbs, the way your lips were always so plump from biting at them, and the sway of your hips. But if he was being honest, he hated that he was not the only Na’vi to notice these things. More often than not he found himself angrily staring down one of the warriors as their eyes trailed down your body.

His fist clenched at the thought of you enjoying the attention from anyone that was not him. His frustration was palpable in the hot forest as his ears twitched at any sound as you refused to answer him.

He caught sight of your movement, hiding behind a thick tree and with quiet and quick footsteps he made his way to you. Your hurt thumped with disappointment when the only noises of the forest were the animals chirping around, your head peaked from behind and were met with an empty clearing. You were just about to let yourself sulk over the fact that he left you when something tugged at you roughly and Tsu’tey hissed his words at you, “You behave like a child!”

You began pushing at his chest roughly as he refused to let you go, “Let go of me you skxawng!”

When he laughed at your attempts to push him off it only caused your fury to intensify, “You want to talk about me making your life difficult, how about how you make mine? Hm?”

Another harsh shove to his chest followed, “Always watching me, and correcting my every move even when you know I am doing it correctly-“

Tsu’tey could not help but admire the heated gaze in your eyes, angry and dark, unwilling to bend your will to him. Not many people were brave enough to do so, and it was one of the many things he admired of you. His tail thumped excitedly to see you so overwhelmed by him.

However you took the swish of his tail as another jab of mockery, he found you childish, and silly. “Or the fact that you scare away any of my suitors! Oh Eywa only knows how many men refuse to even look at me because of you! You are insufferable-”

He wasn’t sure what it was, if it was that he was also so overwhelmed with you, or the fact that you were right and it only solidified that other people wanted you too, but he finally snapped. He finally gave in to what he had wanted for so long, with a warning growl he gripped at the back of your neck, pulling you flush against him to trap your arms between his chest and kissed you roughly.

You felt your whole body warm up, ears pinning back roughly as he pulled you into him, molding your body against his. You only snapped out of your thoughts as his fangs dragged along your bottom lip. You kissed him back with just as much fervor, your hands were gently gliding along his chest, unable to stop yourself from finally feeling him.

He kissed you until you were dizzy, until every single thought was wiped from your mind and replaced with him. The way his calloused fingers felt on your back and hips, the way his mouth felt on yours, and the way his tongue lazily fought against yours, the way he smelled like fresh grass and tasted like yovo fruit.

You were the first to pull away, the lack of oxygen being the only reason. “Finally.”

His face scrunched up in confusion, “Been waiting for you to do that for years.”

A small smirk fell onto his lips before he leaned in to press another kiss, “Well, I should probably start making up for it right?”

#tsu’tey x reader #tsu’tey #jake sully x reader #tsutey #jake sully #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar jake sully #avatar tsu'tey #avatar jake sully x reader #avatar 1 #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #avatar 2022 #jake sully x reader smut #tsutey x reader #tsu’tey smut

[livingfast04]

Monster Au? (kind of)

**spoilers for Frankenstein??? I guess??** Part Two --- They read Frankenstein in the 9th grade, Freshman English, with their teacher who had read the book far too many times. She’d waxed poetically about injustice, and how Victor was a Victim. She spoke every sentence as if each and everyone of them had never read a book in their life.

Steve read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein in 7th grade for a book report. His teacher had all but begged him to choose a different option- they read it Freshman year. See it with new eyes then Steve. 

His mind was made up. Already 50 pages in. 

There was no poor Victor. Steve hated him, hated the idea of his character, hated the very words spilled on the page. The creature did not ask to be created, it did not ask to live. Steve hated that he identified with the creature, someone seeking kindness in a world that hated the idea of him. 

Devil, demon, fiend, monster. 

Skin Eater, Skin Thief, Skin Stealer, Shapeless.

If Steve was capable of that kind of violence, he’d kill everything his parents loved too. If his parents were even capable of love. 

So Steve sat bored out of his mind, and angry. In Freshman English, over a book he’d already read, over a woman, a human woman. Who spun sentences about the Human in the story, and cursed out the creature. As if the creature asked for anything. 

Kick the dog, hurt the dog, starve the dog. The kind dog will bite. 

Sink teeth into skin, tear flesh, feel the way their jaws lock around the white of bone.

He kept his mouth shut. In ways that the other monsters in the class didn’t, they huffed, and argued. The wolf at the front of the class snapped out about the logistics, the message Mary Shelley was trying to tell- how Victor Frankenstein was not the victim, but the Villain. It was about all the humans who had children with Supernatural, who abandoned them, who cast them aside, who turned the villages against them. 

When the Witch at the back of the class snapped out about Shelley was a Witch herself. 

Steve kept his mouth shut, when the Vampire boy from the front of the class shouted about how the creature just wished to be loved. 

Not a single word for how much he hated Victor passed his lips. Because Steve was supposed to be just as human as the teacher, was supposed to agree with the teacher. A woman he couldn’t even be bothered to remember her name in the Spring Semester.

Steve was to keep his head down on all things monsters, keep his abnormalness to himself- and act like a human. 

Freak, Freak, Freak

The Harrington’s were the only Shape-shifters in Hawkins, and that was a well kept secret. Only the Harrington’s were to know this fact. The world had come around to Supernatural in the late 1800s, just maybe. 

Werewolves, Vampires, Witches, Gremlins, Fairies, Dragons, Ghosts, Animal Shifters, Sirens, Banshee, you know- 

The human shaped kind.

They did not take kindly to Shapeshifters. 

So they hid, they curbed their instincts and became human-like. Raised their young in private, they did not fight the oppression, they stayed quiet, and said little to how shape-shifters worked to themselves. 

They don’t marry outside of the branch of Shifters, they don’t even think about it. 

Steve’s parents married out of necessity. Keep the line of Harrington’s alive. They had Steve out of necessity too. They shouldn’t have, but it’s what it was. His father too scared to break the cycle made sure that Steve was aware he was an abomination.

A devil, demon, a creature. 

Be human, don’t be anything else. Steve grew up knowing what his body should need, but never getting it. His “natural” body is already supposed to be thin, small, built for movement, and change.

Steve grew up, not really honestly. He tried to grow up. It took years of monsters, and years of exhaustion, and a skin that was wrong to even begin to grow up. There was no real transition, there was too human, and then too monster-ish. 

Too much, too much- 

And then there were real monsters. Not the human shaped kind. 

Not the Humans. The regulars, the ones with the slurs, and shouting, the human shaped monsters who didn’t like wrong. The ones who were the same as him, who didn’t like themselves either- 

Kick the dog, hurt the dog, starve the dog. 

The dog bites. --- I, got the writing bug, for something other than my two WIP. So, weird way too much world building Monster Au that I had to get out of my head an on to paper before I lost it completely. Both my sanity, and the idea. (The Au is Steddie, there’s just a, well Lack of Steddie in this. For some reason- probably because I word vomited for 25 minutes- and this was all I could come up with, without writing 10k-)  This was born because I’m reading Frankenstein  praise be Mary Shelley. And I’ve got far too many thoughts to be allowed to consume media.  So Stevie gets to suffer now- It’s okay tho, His Vampire Bf will make it better later down the line- :)

#steddie #steve x eddie #Liv is losing their mind #Stranger Things Au #steddie ficlet #stranger things #monster au??? #steddie monster au?

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Everybody Hurts

Chapter 19

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 01/03

Word Count: 7K

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That place…lightning and a red sky. You couldn’t get it out of your head. You couldn’t stop picturing it, trying to make it make sense, trying to figure out where it could be, this place that haunted him, wouldn’t let him rest. Could it be the mall fire? The flames and smoke could have made the sky appear red…but didn’t the fire happen at night? And was there a storm that night? You didn’t remember there being any mention of a storm in the news articles you'd read. But with so many deaths, the weather could have been an inconsequential detail.

You lay back on the couch, Eddie’s heavy weight pressing you down into the cushions as he slept, wrapped around you like a baby lemur. His arms were locked around your waist and his leg wound around your thigh. Soft snores rumbled between his lips from where his head rested on your chest. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to and you didn’t find yourself inclined to do so, comforted by the warmth of his body, your own personal man-shaped heating blanket. 

Your fingers danced over his dark locks, appearing almost black in the darkness of the room, rubbing the ends between your thumb and finger. He’d finally calmed, slipped into sleep, about an hour ago, once the thunder and the lightning had subsided. But you found yourself wide awake, your brain unable to stop the mad dash it was in as it tried to search for answers to your never-ending questions. 

Soft whimpers filled the silence as Eddie began to move, small, jerky movements at first, building into more erratic ones. His head shook from side to side, jaw stabbing into your sternum, fingers trembling against your back. Then his arms shot out from underneath you and you made a cage with your own around your head, preparing for him to lash out. Because that’s always where it led. You had quickly learned within the past week to dart out of the way once the nightmares took over but there was nowhere for you to go with him on top of you and he was going to feel awful if he managed to hurt you again. 

“No! No! Dustin, please!”

“Eddie!” you cried out, trying to break through the horrible memory he was living, to bring him back to the present, to you. “Eddie! It’s okay. You’re safe.”

“No! Stop! Please!”

His body flailed on top of yours and you grunted, gasping for breath when his elbow slammed into your ribs. Jesus, he was heavier than he looked, his panicked writhing weight making it hard for you to breathe. You reached out, wrapping your arms around him, trying to stop his movements before he hurt you. You couldn’t bear to see that guilt devouring him again. He didn’t mean it, had no control of it, but he would never look at it that way. 

“Eddie! Eddie, you’re safe,” you cried, holding onto him as tightly as you could but he was so much stronger than you and you couldn’t keep him still no matter how you tried. “I’m here. You’re safe. You’re with me. You’re not in that place. It’s okay. Just open your eyes, baby. Come back to me. It’s okay.”

Deep brown eyes shot open, darting around the room as if searching for any signs of danger, a wild animal ready to defend against a predator. His large hands gripped your arms tightly and when his eyes finally found yours, you could see as he visibly relaxed, shoulders dropping, tense muscles in his face releasing. Then his hands were cupping your face, so gently, as if you were made of glass. 

“Are you okay? I didn’t…did I hurt you?” he asked and your heart broke with the fear in his words, the tremble in his voice. This man, who was tormented every night by monsters you didn’t know, was more concerned for you than he was for himself.

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” you assured him with a shake of your head, hands running up and down his back soothingly. “I’m fine. Really. Are you okay?”

“I’m…fuck. No. I’m never okay, am I? Okay people don’t turn into massive babies because of a little thunder and lightning, they don’t fight invisible monsters in their sleep every damn night, and they don’t have to worry that they’re going to hurt their girlfriend.”

“Eddie, it’s okay. I know what to do now. You haven’t hurt me since that first time.”

“Princess,” he huffed, pulling away from you, sitting up. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, all mussed, smushed down on one side from where his face had been pressed against you. “This is insane. You know that, right? You shouldn’t have to think up defensive tactics just to be able to sleep next to the guy you’re seeing.”

“It’s not a big deal, Eddie. It’s fine.”

“It’s not. Did you even sleep?” challenged Eddie, dark eyes shooting over to you. “Or did you lay awake just waiting for the moment that I lost my shit, getting ready to cover yourself in case of attack?”

“I wasn’t sleeping but it had nothing to do with that. I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about what? How you made a massive fucking mistake deciding to date someone as unstable as me?”

“Jesus, no,” you groaned, pulling yourself up next to him. Your arms came around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. “Just thinking. Us women are quite known for that, you know. Men just lay down and conk out. Us women have to run through all the problems of the world first, not to mention our to-do lists and chastise ourselves for everything we didn’t get done on our to-do lists that are still on there for tomorrow now, and we have to think of all the ways we’ve failed that day. It’s a lot to run through and sometimes it makes for bad sleep. That’s all.”

Eddie’s cheek pressed against the top of your head, his fingers running along your forearm, the movement soothing. Back and forth. Back and forth. Each sweep of his fingers caused your eyelids to droop, the lack of sleep you'd been experiencing for the past week starting to catch up to you. Your body was desperate for some real rest, a full eight hours of uninterrupted slumber. 

But there was only one way for you to get that and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You couldn’t ask him not to stay over with you. His face, the expression of hurt that would be on it, flashed before your eyes and no. You couldn’t be the cause of that. You couldn’t be just one more person who couldn’t accept him for who he was. You wanted him, wanted this, in spite of all of his baggage. And if that was the case, then you needed to heft up some of the load and figure out how to make it work.

“Hey, come here,” he whispered, twisting his torso to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into the safety of his chest. He sank back into the couch, bringing you with him, his lips brushing over your forehead. “You sleep for a bit, okay? I’ll stay awake this time.”

“No, it’s okay. You need…”

A calloused finger pressed against your lips, “You need sleep, too. Let me be the one who’s got you right now, okay? Just close your eyes and relax. No alarms need to be set. No big schedule or to-do list for today. It’s Saturday. Just get some rest. I couldn’t go back to sleep right now if I wanted to, anyway.” Eddie shifted and then you heard the sound of the tv, turned low, through the sleep that was pulling you under. “Just sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

And then you were gone, Eddie’s heartbeat your own perfect lullaby, sending you off to peaceful dreams.

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“Come on,” Eddie whined, dragging you behind him, your feet rushing to keep up with his long strides, toward his van. 

“Where are we going?” you laughed, feeling much more yourself after a solid seven hours of sleep. 

Eddie had let you sleep until eleven. You'd woken to the smell of bacon beckoning you to the kitchen where Eddie stood in his boxers, frying eggs and popping Eggos down into the toaster, a sight you could definitely get used to. All lean lines, long limbs, and inked skin. You could not think of a single thing more beautiful than Eddie at that moment. You'd enjoyed a large breakfast where he’d been bouncing like a kid who was getting ready to head off to the amusement park and just couldn’t wait, pressing you to eat faster. 

He’d told you that he had a big surprise for you but he would not tell you what it was. So, you had headed in for what was supposed to be a quick shower but became anything but when Eddie decided to join you. Borrowing one of his Iron Maiden tees, pairing it with the shorts you'd worn yesterday, you had brushed out your hair and called it good because Eddie appeared to be in a rush. 

“Eddie, seriously,” you laughed as he ushered you into the passenger seat and then raced around to the driver’s seat. “What are you in such a hurry for?”

He turned to you, eyebrows raising and dropping dramatically, that grin taking up his entire face. “You’ll see.”

What in the world was he up to? Eddie turned up the music, hands drumming along to ‘Sacrifice’ by Motorhead. The windows were down, a warm breeze moving through the van on this perfect late spring day. You tilted your head, your arm propped on the frame of the door, closing your eyes, relishing the feel of the warm sun beating down, the wind rushing through your damp hair. 

School was going to be out in just one week. Come Friday when that bell rang, you would be facing ten glorious weeks of freedom. Two months ago that had sounded like hell. Ten weeks of nothing ahead of you. Ten weeks of working on whatever house projects you could scrounge up the money for just to keep yourself busy. Ten weeks to dwell on all the ways your life had gone wrong, how you were thirty and all alone and that wasn’t likely to change soon. 

But now, you were looking forward to all that time. Time you could spend with your new friends. Time you could spend with Eddie. Yes, you still planned on doing some things around your house. But now instead of sitting alone in your house with a carton of Chinese food and television, you could picture cookouts and bonfires in the backyard with friends. Instead of silent mornings, drinking your coffee on the couch while reading a book, you could see you and Eddie staying in bed far too late, wrapped up in each other, before tumbling out to make pancakes. You could see long, hot days spent at the lake, strolling with Eddie through town as ice cream dripped down your fingers, Tuesday nights sitting at The Hideout watching his band play. The future suddenly looked bright, as if someone had changed the bulb, shining light into the dull dreariness that your life had been. 

“So, before we get to this surprise, there was something I wanted to talk to you about,” Eddie announced, turning the volume down to conversation level. 

“Okay.”

He looked so nervous, tongue dancing around the corner of his mouth, his fingers gripping and loosening around the steering wheel. You turned in your seat a bit, noticing those little lines between his eyebrows, the ones you always wanted to smooth out with your fingers when they appeared. Something was making him nervous and you weren't sure if you should be too. 

“I told my uncle about us.”

“Okay. Is that a bad thing? I mean, everyone else knows, right? So he’d find out eventually.”

“Yeah, no. I mean, it’s not a bad thing. Trust me, the old man is thrilled. I mean, he’s ready to throw a party and invite the entire town to celebrate the fact that I am finally dating someone seriously. He was convinced I was going to be living alone in that house, yelling at kids when they walked through my grass, angry and spiteful at everybody, hating the entire world. So, trust me, he might just be happier than anyone else.”

You laughed, picturing a crotchety old Eddie, waves that had long gone white billowing behind him, as he shook his cane at kids. His cane wouldn’t just be any old cane either. No. It would be something impressive, ebony wood with some crude silver topper, maybe a hog’s head or a skull to match his rings.

“Alright, so what’s the problem then?”

“The problem is that he’s been bugging me. Hell, he’s been harassing me every day since I told him to bring you over there for dinner so he can meet you.”

“But we met,” you laughed, remembering that day. The gentle, kind man so opposite from Eddie’s surly and rough demeanor. The man who’d had a glimmer of hope in his eyes that you were more than just some girl Eddie brought around to see a car. “Doesn’t he remember me coming over there to look at the car?”

“Yes, but he wants to meet you as my girlfriend,” snorted Eddie, rolling his eyes. “Like you’re a completely different person now that we’re dating or something. Look, we don’t have to do it. I can come up with some excuse if you’re uncomfortable with the idea of meeting the parent. I mean, I know we haven’t been dating that long and it’s probably weird, right? Is it weird?”

“No, it’s not weird,” you answered, meaning it. You were genuinely touched that his uncle wanted to invite you over, that Eddie seemed to want you to get to know the man who raised him. “I mean, when were you thinking about doing dinner?”

“Tonight.”

“Oh…” You trailed off, your stomach suddenly knotting up with nerves. Yes, you'd met the guy but that had been as just some girl that Eddie was bringing to possibly buy his car. This man meant everything to Eddie. You wanted to go. You wanted to go because Eddie wanted you to but if you made the wrong impression, if his uncle didn’t like you, would Eddie still want to date you? 

“Like I said, we don’t have to,” Eddie reminded, his hand coming to find yours, fingers slipping between your own. “I can just try to deter him for a while longer until you’re ready. But I want you, he is pretty stubborn so it might not be long before he shows up on your doorstep.”

“No. I want to,” you stated, nodding and you did. You just didn’t want to say or do anything wrong. “We can have dinner with him tonight. Your uncle seems like a great guy.”

“That he is. He can come off as a little gruff,” Eddie chortled, shaking his head. “But he’s a big ass softy.”

“Hmm…sounds like someone else I know,” you teased with a smile.

The van turned onto the main road and then Eddie was pulling into a spot right in front of Melvald’s, the local general store. You knew that Will’s mom, Joyce, worked there. You'd met her the day you'd headed into town to buy a few things for the house. But you couldn’t figure out what Eddie would be so excited about at a general store.

“We’re going to Melvald’s?” you asked, confused.

“No, we’re going next door.”

Eddie pointed out of his windshield and your eyes tracked it, landing on a sign that read ‘Hawkins Animal Shelter.’ Why would they be…then it hit you. You turned to him, jaw dropped, eyes wide. 

“Eddie, no…”

“I thought since your ex is a massive dickbag who took your dog that you might want another furry companion to cuddle.” He shrugged, that cute little smirk you loved so much curving his lips as he shook his hair. “I mean, besides me, of course. Look, maybe I’m overstepping but the idea just came to me this morning. I was watching you sleep and…”

“You were watching me sleep? Creepy, much?” you joked with a grin. 

“Yeah, well, I am the town freak, sweetheart. Gotta live up to the name. But anyway, I was watching you and thinking how damn lucky I am to have found you, someone who is willing to put up with all my bullshit and my neurotic behavior. Anyway, I wanted to do something nice for you. And I didn’t want to do flowers or chocolate or that boring shit guys usually do. And then it came to me. You miss your dog. So, I thought maybe you’d like to find a new little guy who needs someone to love.”

“That is…” Your voice broke and you cleared your throat. “That’s the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me. But Eddie, you don’t have to thank me for anything. I just want to be here for you.”

“No, I know. I know you do. I just…you know, I’m not good at always saying shit. And I just want you to know how much it means to me that you haven’t gone running for the hills yet. Because nobody would blame you if you did. I’m a lot. I know I am.”

“You’re not a lot. You’re just enough. Eddie Munson, you’re perfect.”

His hand rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, “Sweetheart, did you get into my stash because…”

“Stop it,” you laughed, swatting at him. 

“Alright, you ready to go find a new friend?”

“Yes!” you squealed, hopping out of the van. 

Eddie grinned as he came around to you, his arms circling your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. His finger booped your nose. 

“You are fucking adorable when you’re excited.”

You were probably smiling like an idiot but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because this man enjoyed you, all of your quirks and your flaws. He didn’t mind if you used your teacher voice, didn’t care that stupid things made you giddy, wasn’t bothered when you randomly broke out into song because everything reminded you of a lyric. All things that Cam used to hate but Eddie only seemed to find endearing.  

His hand trailed down to the small of your back, guiding you into the shelter. You were greeted by a cacophony of barks, a symphony of high and low, but all sounding very excited to possibly have new friends visiting. A young guy who looked to be in his early twenties approached you with a warm smile.

“Hi there. Are we looking for a new four-legged friend today?”

“She is,” Eddie told him. 

“And do we know about what size of dog we want?”

Your cheeks puffed up and then you released a long breath, “No idea. I don’t really care. I just want a dog that’s mine.”

“Something bigger,” Eddie answered and when you looked up at him in confusion, he shrugged one shoulder and added, “you know, for protection.”

“Protection? What do I need protected from in Hawkins?”

“Stop assuming that this place is safe just because it’s a small town,” Eddie told you, his tone far more serious than seemed necessary. “You have no idea the things that…look, bad things can happen anywhere, right? It doesn’t matter. Big cities and small towns. You live all alone. Would it be the worst idea to have a bigger dog?”

“No. I guess not. I’m not against a bigger dog. I mean, Marley was a husky.”

“Husky, you say? Well, then I may have just the buddy for you,” the guy told you, gesturing for the two of you to follow him into the back. 

Kennel after kennel ran along the wall. Sweet little faces, standing on their back legs, paws up on the bars, greeted you as you walked by and you wondered how you would ever pick just one to save and bring home. You wanted to unlock every single gate and tell the guy to load them all up in the back of the van but you knew you couldn’t. You didn’t have the room or the money for all of that. 

“This guy just came in yesterday. They found him wandering around out by where the old lab used to be.” You seemed to be the only one who noticed Eddie stiffen, the guy completely oblivious to the change in his body language. “The best we can guess is he’s got some husky and doberman in him. So, he’d made a great guard dog. We’ve named him Reese because of the black and brown. Get it? Like Reeses Cups?”

“Yeah, we get it,” Eddie snorted. 

“Of course, you can change that name if you’d like. He’s not used to it yet as he’s only been here a day. He seems young. We’re thinking maybe four months old.”

He opened the door of the kennel and the young pup came bounding out. You knelt down to the floor and he lunged at you, wet kisses all over your face and just like that, you were in love. Giggles rose from your belly as you ran your hand down his fur and he spun in a circle before sitting down in your lap.

“I would say it looks like we’ve found a match,” the guy beamed. 

“He clearly seems to think so,” chuckled Eddie, squatting next to you to scratch behind his ears. “So, what do you think?”

“I think I love him already,” you breathed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“I would say the feeling’s mutual. He’s already staking his claim,” laughed the guy.

“Alright. Well, let’s just get something clear, my little furry friend,” Eddie told the pup, taking his face in his hands. “You have to share. No staking claims. She was mine first.”

Reese tilted his head from one side to the other as if he could understand Eddie’s words. Then he lurched forward, paws flat into Eddie’s chest, and the man was on his back, Reese covering his face in kisses as he laughed. 

“I would say he’s a winner,” you told the guy happily. “So, what do we have to do?”

“Just some paperwork to fill out. We get him up to date on all of his shots for you and get him fixed. He just got here yesterday so we haven’t had a chance. Our vet will be taking a look at him on Monday. So, you should be able to take him home by the end of next week.”

“Alright. Give me the papers,” you stated, watching with amusement as Reese bounded all around Eddie before jumping on him once again. It looked like you weren't the only one the dog was staking claim to. 

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“Finally!” Uncle Wayne announced loudly as he swung the door of the trailer open. “I have been bugging him to bring you over. I never thought he was gonna do it. This nephew of mine doesn’t seem to want to share you, wants to hide you.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes at his uncle. “We’ve barely decided we’re in a relationship. You act like I’ve been seeing her for a year.”

“Still, glad he finally brought you over. I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting any of Ed’s girls. He’s never brought them around. You’d think he’s ashamed of this old man or something.” He winked, elbowing Eddie gently in the ribs to let him know he was kidding around. 

“No, I never brought anyone around because I never had a girl,” Eddie stated. 

“Oh, there’ve been girls.”

“No. There’s been flings. I’ve never had anyone I was serious enough about to warrant bringing them over to meet you.”

Wayne’s eyebrows lifted, teeth flashing as he grinned, “Serious, huh? So this thing here is serious? Well, that’s damn nice to hear. It’s about time. I thought Eight Ball was going to get a slew of new friends when you became an old bachelor just like your uncle.”

“Eight Ball?” you asked.

A small meow greeted you, a black cat appearing from behind the recliner, beckoned at the sound of his name. He gracefully pawed his way over, rubbing himself in between your legs. You knelt down, running your hand over his sleek fur, smiling when he purred in response, bright green eyes closing in contentment as he nuzzled his face into your palm. 

“That’s Eight Ball,” Wayne explained, swinging his hand in the direction of the cat. 

“What a funny name for a cat,” you laughed. “What made you decide to name him that?”

“I didn’t name him nothing,” he told you, pointing at Eddie. “This guy’s the one who picked the name.”

“I found him by the dumpster behind the pool hall,” Eddie explained with a shrug, kneeling next to you, one finger coming out to rub under the sweet kitty’s chin. “I had slipped out back for a smoke and this little guy came right up, rubbing all over me. I pet him and tried to go back in but he followed me. I thought he might be hungry so I snuck inside and stole some ground beef from the kitchen. After that, it was a done deal. The cat was on my heels, followed me to my van, meowing, looking at me with those big old eyes. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t leave him out there. It was January in Indiana and cold as hell. Little guy could have frozen to death if I didn’t bring him home.”

“Yeah. I come home from work in the morning, dead tired on my feet, and almost step on this guy as he darts between my feet, demanding food. I wound up falling on my ass, staring at this cat, wondering where the hell he came from,” Wayne chuckled. “Didn’t take me long to figure out it was Eddie. He was always trying to bring home strays. He fed a damn raccoon once and the thing wouldn’t leave, kept coming around, getting into the garbage. I yelled for him and he came stumbling out, half asleep. I asked him what the hell this cat was doing in my trailer. I had every intention of telling him to get it out of here but he turned those damn sad eyes on me and I couldn’t say no.”

“The cat?”

“No, Eddie!” Wayne harrumphed. “I’m sure he’s used that look on you, those eyes like a damn baby deer, looking all sad and shit. He knows how to pull at the heartstrings with those things. I’ve never been able to say no to him. Those eyes got him out of a lot of trouble, let me tell you. Never could stay mad at him for long.”

You smiled, glancing over at Eddie who smirked, lifting one shoulder. Oh yeah. You knew exactly what eyes Wayne was talking about. Those eyes could melt you into a puddle on the spot. Those eyes had you completely wrapped around his finger. You weren't sure there was anything you could deny him if he asked. 

“So, if he’s Eddie’s cat, why didn’t you take him when you moved out?” you asked, rising to your feet as Eddie sat down, folding his legs, the cat curling up in his lap.

“Because that old man can say whatever he wants but he loves this cat. He bitched about him all the time. He was under his feet. He was in his bed. He scratched up the couch. But then I would come home to find him napping in the recliner, Eight Ball curled up on his chest. I felt bad about leaving him here all alone so this way, he’s got a friend.” The cat rubbed his cheek against Eddie’s and Eddie planted a kiss on his nose. “Huh? Doesn’t he, buddy? You’re Uncle Wayne’s best pal, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess he grew on me. Well, come and have a seat. Dinner should be ready.” Wayne’s hand came to the back of his neck, rubbing nervously, a habit that seemed quite familiar. “We uh…well, we don’t have a large enough table for all of us so I thought we could eat at the coffee table. Sorry. Don’t usually have more than Ed over for meals. Would that be alright?”

“That’s perfect,” you assured him, recognizing the embarrassment he was feeling at how small his trailer was. “I have a table but I eat at my coffee table all the time.”

“Well, alright then. Have a seat and I’ll bring in the plates. I made a pot roast. Hope that’s good.”

“That sounds perfect. Do you need any help?”

“Oh no. I got it. I’m not as old as Ed likes to make me out to be, you know. Just go relax and I’ll bring everything in.”

Eddie stood up, placing Eight Ball onto the floor, brushing his hands on his jeans. The cat looked offended but sauntered off into a room in the back of the trailer. Eddie followed you over, sitting down on the floor next to you. His hand covered your knee as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, soft and sweet and leaving you wanting more. 

“Thanks,” he said, quietly enough to not be heard over the clanging of plates as Wayne assembled their dinner. 

“Not that I’m complaining. I’ll take that kind of thank you any time you want to give it but for what?”

“For being you, for not making a big deal about my uncle living in a trailer or eating at the coffee table.”

“Why would I make it a big deal? It’s not a big deal. It’s just a table. And who cares where he lives? Personally, I love this trailer. It’s so cozy. I love his little collection of ball caps and mugs. It makes it feel like a home, like a place where you can just be comfortable.”

Eddie laughed, “Yeah, well not everyone thinks like that. Why do you think you’re the first girl I've ever brought around here?”

“I thought it was because I was the first one you were serious about,” you teased. “Or were you just saying that for his benefit?”

“No, that’s definitely a big part of it. But even when I still lived here, I never brought a girl around that I was seeing. Hell, sometimes when I told them where I lived, they’d get this look, you know? Like they smelled something bad and that something was me. Of course, the town already knew where I lived so some girls said shit anyway. They’d rather hook up in the back of my van or in the middle of the woods or the alley behind the bar…”

You clasped his lips between your fingers, “Eddie, I get it. I know you’re no virgin and have a lot more experience than me. And that’s fine but I’d really rather not listen to you laundry list all of the places you’ve had sex or how many girls you’ve had it with.”

He smiled, his lips flattening in your fingers and you laughed because he looked so ridiculous. You let go and he nipped at your hand playfully. 

“Sorry. My foot and my mouth need to be way less friendly with each other,” he sighed. “Harrington tries to tell me to think about what I’m saying first but the thought just shoots right from my brain and out of my mouth before I can do anything about it. Anyway, it means a lot that you’re not making my uncle feel uncomfortable about what he has.”

“Of course not. Eddie, the richest men in the world can be the unhappiest. They can also be absolute pricks. Money does not define a person. Your uncle seems pretty damn happy. His face absolutely lights up when he sees you. You are obviously his favorite thing ever.” You leaned in close, your forehead pressing against his. “And I know the feeling quite well.”

The smile he gave you could have lit up the whole town. It was like a sunspot emerging through the canopy of trees in a dark forest. It was pure light, a glow from within that radiated everywhere, warming everything that it touched. His eyes lit up with the beauty of that smile and you swore, right then, that you would do everything you could to make him smile like that every single day.

“Where in the hell did you come from?” mused Eddie, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Galena, Illinois,” you said with a grin.

“Galena, huh?” asked Uncle Wayne as he set two plates of food in front of them. Pot roast, mashed potatoes, green beans, rolls, and gravy: a feast that had your tummy rumbling in hunger. “I drove through there one time on my way to Chicago for a Stones concert.”

“You saw the Stones?” asked Eddie, wasting no time digging in, scooping a heapful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. “How have you never told me that?”

Wayne shrugged as he walked in with his own plate, plopping down in his recliner, leaning forward, “Never came up and you never asked, I guess.”

“How could I ask about something I didn’t know about? And never came up? I play music. I love music. I am in a band. How would it not come up that you’ve seen the Stones play live?”

“I don’t know. It just never did. It was…” His face crinkled in thought, deep furrows appearing on his forehead. “It must have been ‘64, I think. Went with a bunch of friends of mine. Hell of a night. Hell of a morning after too.”

He chuckled and Eddie glanced over at you in amusement, “Party a little too hard there, old man?”

“You could say that. Of course I wasn’t an old man then. There was some drinking…and some other stuff.”

“Other stuff?” Eddie questioned, interest piqued as his body leaned in, effectively blocking you from your food. “What other stuff?”

“I may have tried a little LSD that night,” Wayne admitted and when Eddie gasped, he held his hand out, shaking his head. “It was the ‘60s. Everyone was trying every damn thing. It was just the once. Man, I swore I was hearing colors and seeing the music. It was the trippiest fucking thing ever. I didn’t like it. Don’t like losing control of my faculties. Swore I’d never do it again.”

“All those times you’d lecture me about drugs…” Eddie clicked his tongue, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, I did because I know what they do. Not that you ever listened for all the good it did.”

“Oh, it was just marijuana. Shit, man, not even I have done LSD.”

“Well, good for you. There’s one thing you haven’t tried,” Wayne scoffed, spearing a hunk of roast. 

“There’s loads of things I haven’t tried. Even I drew the line at needles.”

Your eyes went wide, “Well, I guess at least you have a limit.”

“I mean, I don’t do any of that shit anymore. Well, weed, but that’s it and that’s barely even a drug. I haven’t done Coke or Special K or X in years. And I never touched heroin or meth. That shit would fuck you up. I watched a couple guys lose everything because of it. I’m not scared of needles but the shit they’d mix in that stuff without you knowing could kill you with one dose. No thanks, man.”

“Well, now, how about we switch over to a more dinner appropriate topic?” Wayne urged and you had to agree. “So sweetheart, tell me about yourself. Ed here doesn’t like to share much so I don't know anything about you except that you’re a teacher.”

“Umm, well, I mean, I don’t know what else there is to tell. I’m really not that interesting.”

Wayne’s eyes narrowed, “Now that can’t be true, not if my Eddie likes you so much. Something piqued his interest. What brought you here from Galena?”

“Oh, I got a job offer at Hawkins Elementary and decided to take it,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your water. “I mean, there’s not much more to the story. I didn’t particularly choose Hawkins. I was just looking for a fresh start and when they offered me the teaching position, this seemed as good a place as any.”

Wayne sat back, folding his hands over his stomach, “Well, now, in my experience if someone needs a fresh start, there’s a reason. Was there a reason?”

“Uncle Wayne,” Eddie muttered in warning, those dark eyes flashing up at his uncle. 

But the warning wasn’t necessary. It made sense that he would be curious about the girl who was dating his nephew. Besides, he was bound to find out eventually that Eddie was dating a divorcee. What did it matter if you told him now or in six months? 

When it had first happened, you had been humiliated, embarrassed, and didn't want to show your face. You hated having to open your mouth and admit what you'd allowed your husband and best friend to do. To admit that you'd been dumb enough to not know. But now, sitting here with Eddie, you found it didn’t really matter anymore. Because, if Cam and Cassie had never done what they did, you wouldn’t have come to Hawkins. You wouldn’t have all the new friends you'd made and you wouldn’t have Eddie. So, really, even if it hadn’t felt like it at the time, your ex husband and ex best friend had done you a favor. 

Besides, it wasn’t your shame. You hadn’t been the one to betray your marriage, to throw your decade long friendship out the window. You hadn’t been the one who had schemed, lied, and done something that would hurt someone you loved. You were done being ashamed. You were done being embarrassed. 

“It’s okay,” you told Eddie, laying your hand on his arm. “Actually, I came to Hawkins because I had to get out of my old town. My husband and my best friend were having an affair behind my back. It went on for a year and I walked in on them. I left him and we’re divorced now. But I just couldn’t stay in that town with all of those people knowing, looking at me like I was someone to be pitied. I wanted somewhere new where no one knew me or what I’d been through. So, when the job offer came around, I jumped at the chance.” 

“Well, I am mighty sorry that happened to you. That’s a real shitty thing for someone to do but it sure seems like it worked out well for you,” Wayne commented with a kind smile. “And for my boy. So, as much as those two deserve to be whipped for what they did, I’m sure glad they did. I ain’t seen a smile like that on that boy’s face in far too long.”

“Damn, you really gotta just call me out like that?” Eddie huffed, shaking his head. 

“Damn right, I do. You know how long I been waiting for you to be happy? Way too damn long. It does this old man’s heart good to see you like that, to know I don’t need to be worrying about you in that house all alone, cutting yourself off from the world.”

“Hawkins isn’t the world,” argued Eddie. 

“It’s your world. You chose to stay here so this is your world, kid. I know you got all those friends and they’re mighty fine people. I’m so grateful you had all of them looking out for you when this town was gunning for your head. I’m more than grateful for Hop making sure all those charges were dropped, proving you were innocent. Good man. Always been a good man.”

“I had you. You were more than enough,” Eddie told him. “You’ve always been more than enough.”

“That’s mighty nice of you to say. I tried my hardest to be everything you needed but I knew I could never fill the holes left behind by your parents. I worry about you, kid. I can’t help it. Don’t matter if you’re sixteen or sixty. I am always going to worry about you. But maybe I don’t need to lose so much sleep now that you’ve got someone. Someone who will be there all the time. You planning on sticking around, sweetheart?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him, squeezing Eddie’s knee, receiving a smile in return, his hand coming to cover yours. “Eddie couldn’t chase me away if he tried.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’s done that already. My boy is nothing if not stubborn and self-sabotaging. Thinks he don’t deserve anything good. The truth is, he deserves everything good and more.”

Eddie flushed bright red as you agreed, saying, “He deserves the world.”

“Yeah, well I don’t need the world,” he mumbled, looking up at you from under those impossibly long lashes as he squeezed your hand, implying what he struggled to put into words. 

“So, how are you at playing Rummy?” asked Wayne, rising from his seat with his plate in hand. 

“Oh, I think I’m pretty good,” you told him, grinning. “My family and I used to have game nights every Thursday night. Rummy was one of our favorites and I won quite often.”

“Well now, sweetheart, those are fighting words. Eddie, go get the cards.”

“Uh-oh, you’re in for it now,” Eddie teased, lips pouting, eyebrows raising. “My uncle is a shark when it comes to Rummy. He appears to be a sweet old man but he’s got a nasty competitive streak.”

“Bring it on,” you replied with a grin.

Chapter 20

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Heyy how are you? Could write prompt 5)     “Kiss you in a crowded room” from the midnights prompt list for Tim Bradford? Thank you :)

Part One: Monster

Part Two: The Gaslight (NSFW)

Part Three: Stalemate

Tim wants to marry you. He’s thought about it so many times since the two of you got together, he always assumed it was inevitable. Now as he sits at the front desk during the night shift, sifting through the most ridiculous shit the public has to offer, he realises that that possibility is getting further and further away because Captain Ashmore is never going to let you go.

It's been over a month since his Captain pulled him into his office, demanding that he disclose your location. His refusal had left him relegated to desk duty for the first week, his punishments steadily getting worse the longer the stalemate continues.

Ashmore can’t outwardly fire him. There are procedures in place, the union to contend with, appeals if he tries but he can make Tim’s life miserable, he can stall his career, destroy his future prospects.

Tim’s willing to risk all of it to keep you safe, because that look in the other man’s eyes when he showed Tim that picture, he knows he’s going to kill you. Tim’s worked enough DV cases to see the signs.

The others have tried to talk to him about his predicament, but he’s kept his mouth shut, told them to mind their own business. He doesn’t want the Captain coming down on any of them, assuming that their co-conspirators so he keeps his distance. He hasn’t seen you since the night before Ashmore pulled him into his office. He’d managed to swipe Chen’s phone to send you a text.

“He knows.”

There had been no contact since.

It’s Angela that breaks his silence.

It’s 3am in the breakroom when she corners him. He’s sipping a coffee and flicking through your old Instagram images, ones before you abandoned the account. There’s one of the two of you from Angela’s wedding, him in a tuxedo and you in that silk, cornflower blue dress. He remembers undressing you that night, the fabric fluttering to the floor in his bedroom, your lipstick marks leaving a trail down his body.

“I need to talk to you.” Angela says interrupting his thoughts as she sits down across from him. She has a brown manilla folder in her hands and already the dread is climbing in his chest. “Captain Ashworth has asked me to look into something.”

When she flicks open the folder he sees your picture, the one from the academy and his heart just stops.

“Noones heard from her since she took that leave of absence. There’s been no posts on her socials, her phone’s switched off, her house is locked up. No movement on any of her accounts. He suspects foul play.” He leans back in her seat and shakes her head. “I thought she just needed some space after what happened with that kid. I didn’t think…”

Angela trails off and Tim can see that guilt, how much it weighs on her. The two of you were partners before you took off. You’d told her, you needed a break, that the Chapman case was too much. Finding out what that little girl’s father had done had almost broken you, but it wasn’t the reason you left.

It’s a devious move, one that even Tim didn’t see coming. Angela is an excellent detective, she’s tenacious and loyal, leading her to think that her friend is in danger is only going to add fuel that fire. That woman won’t stop until she tracks you down.

“The two of you were close, did she say anything...”

Tim swallows hard against the anguish in his chest, his jaw clenches because all of this… It’s just too much to carry on his shoulders, he can’t keep going it alone, not when Ashmore is pulling shit like this.

“Angela, she isn’t missing.” Tim says reaching over the table and closing the file. “She’s on the run.”

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A Picture Says A Thousand Words - Hook fluff

"Hey babe, I know you wanted to go see Christmas lights, right?"

I smiled and nodded, tilting my head to listen closely to my boyfriend, Hook.

"I heard the zoo has a lot of good photo ops with animals and lights. Wanna go tonight?"

I tried to contain the squeak in my voice as I agreed and ran off to find an outfit. Hook knows how much I love animals and Christmas lights, so I know this has to be a good date night.

A couple hours later, we have gotten our hot chocolate and we have started walking around the zoo admiring the lights and cooing at the animals. We found our way to some of our favorite animals and took pictures of each other in front of the coolest light displays.

I went to the restroom as Hook stood in line to get some drinks. I checked my phone after washing my hands and saw I had gotten a text from Skye saying she was here and I should meet her over by the meerkat exhibit.

I rush out to find Hook ready to keep going with a drink for each of us and cinnamon roasted pecans in his hoodie pocket. "Babe, Skye said she is over by the meerkat. Can we go find her now?"

He smiles and nods, kissing my forehead before placing his hand on my back and guiding me through the crowd of people towards the meerkat exhibit. I happily ran over to say hi to my favorite animals before turning around to see Hook on his phone. "Can you take my picture, babe?"

He quickly snaps a picture before his phone gains his attention again. I shrug, assuming someone might have texted him about work and turned back around to watch the tiny animals scurry around. I feel my phone buzz assuming it is Skye asking where I am, but instead I see Hook is texting me pictures from tonight. I smile and scroll through them quickly before I realize there are words written in the lights behind me in these pictures.

My jaw drops and I slowly turn around as I read the words "Will You Marry Me" in the pictures. I almost drop my phone as I see Hook down on one knee with a gorgeous ring in his hands.

"Y/N, you are my best friend, my favorite person in the world, and everything I have ever dreamt of having in a life partner. Your smile brightens every room you walk into and I don't want to live another day without you. Will you marry me and become Mrs. Senerchia?"

I nod and let him put the ring on my finger as I see flashes going off around us. "Of course, I will marry you. I love you so much."

He stands up and wraps his arms around my waist before dipping me to the side and passionately kissing my lips. We hear cheers, but we stay lost in our own little world for a minute or two before coming back to reality. When he sets me back upright, I see our friends cheering and smiling. Skye and the other girls run up to check the ring as the guys pat Hook on the back.

We all walked through the rest of the zoo together as Hook held my left hand, brought my hand up to his lips, and kissed my ring finger occasionally. "You have always had gorgeous fingers, but they look even better now."

Eventually, we say goodbye to everyone, and we go back to our own car, where I take way too many pictures with my new accessory. We drive home holding hands and stealing kisses at stop lights as I feel my cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

When we get home, I sit down on the couch and cuddle up to my fiancé as we let the night sink in. "Okay, I know I didn't see the words when we were walking through the lights. So, tell me how you did it."

Hook smirks, "I asked Anthony to help with editing the pictures, and Skye agreed to approve of the pictures before sending them to me and then texting you to get you in position."

I leaned up and kissed him, letting my lips linger as I whispered, "It was perfect. I can't wait to marry you, Mr. Senerchia."

He kisses me back and pulls me in closer to him. "Perfect just like you, Mrs. Senerchia."

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[cissywritess]

MAD MAN 1

Warnings: 18+ Dark themes, dub/non-con.

Pairing: Dark Bucky Barnes x reader.

Summary: Bucky waited 6 months he doesn’t have much patience left.

MAD MAN SERIES

Prologue

: English is not my first language, my apologies for mistaken grammar.

You shot right up with a fright, you try to huddle yourself up but chains wrap around your feet. You try to remember what happened, when you realize about the man you let in, how dumb could you have been. The room you were in had some light peaking behind a curtain. You could make out some of the room like plush animals, the furniture that awfully looked too expensive. That’s when you hear the door handle turn. 

“aw is my baby awake?” He said. You were confused, you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. He took steps towards you and you instantly tried to go backwards but the chains were keeping you in place. You sob.  “Please- please let me go, I-I won’t tell anyone I promise” You cry out, scared out of your mind. He leaned on the bed and smiled, what’s wrong with this man, you thought.

“I know you won’t because you will be my little girl,” He responded while you stared with wide eyes. 

“I-I don’t understand” Tears escaped from your eyes. He puts his hand on your cheek wiping your tears away. 

“You will honey,” He smiles at you. You then shake your head, you want to go home, where you feel safe. He doesn’t like the way your reacting so he slaps you, not as hard but enough to get your attention “It looks like you'll have to learn how to be my good girl,” He says. He then unchains you, your survival instincts kick in and you think about running. It’s almost like he read your mind “Don’t even try to run, you'll lose that battle” within minutes his caring voice is gone and replaced by an emotionless one. He obviously knew you'll need some training, what can he say, he has very little patience. He picks you up, and wraps your legs around him, he gets out of the room you were in and makes his way downstairs, you look around and see how homey it is. It’s a cabin deep in the forest. You reach another level this one lower which you assume is the basement. He stops in front of the door, as he opens it you think on what he’s gonna do, so many thoughts running around your head, that’s when he heads down stairs and harshly drops you on the cement floor. He leaves without saying another word. The basement looked way different than what you saw upstairs. There was a mattress on the floor with 1 light ball hanging in the middle. You cry, what did you do to deserve this. 

You lose track of time, you were on the mattress huddled up, letting all the tears drop down your face. You're scared, hungry, thirsty, you want to go home. As much as you hate your house it's better than being kidnapped by some Mad Man. The small crappy house, where you lived alone, loneliness that hugs you, where you ate crappy food, where you wear crappy clothes, where you have to wake up to go to a 5-9 job. Then you hear footsteps, you back up to the wall wanting to melt into it. This man can hurt you from what you see he has bulging muscles, and is very buff. He crouches down and titles his head almost like he’s examining you.  “Now why is my baby being a crybaby,” He tells you. Bucky has been hearing you cry from upstairs for 3 hours already, he thought you would stop after 20 minutes, but you just won’t stop. “Can’t you see I care for you darling, I want to take care of you, make you feel good,” He continues while you feel him grabbing your ankle, you try to rip away from him but he hold you in place as he pulls you down, which makes him be on top of you. His hand climbs up to your thighs and you whimper, you turn your head away from him, but he grabs your jaw, he forcefully kisses you as his hand makes it into your pants. You gasp at the sensation, he rubs your clit in circles. You can’t help but bite down on your lip trying not to moan as your body betrays you. You plea thinking maybe it’s not to late for him to let you go, though it has no effect. “I know you love it sweetheart,” He groans, “so wet for me. bet no one touched you like this.” He was right no one has. You shake your head wanting him to stop but he doesn’t listen. That’s when you feel one of his fingers enter you. Your mouth slightly open holding in a breathe. You try to squirm away but he was far to strong, his finger goes in and out hitting that spot. “Come on sweetheart let go, let daddy take care of you” He smirks when he feels you clenched around his fingers. Maybe you should let go, your mind is fuzzy, from the sensation, the pleasure is to much. So you let go, you moan as he adds another finger. That’s when you feel that pit in yourself stomach. “There you go, cum for me,” He says. Your breath fastens as his pace does and that’s when you felt 3 seconds of relief. Your mind is fuzzy. He picks you up and heads upstairs.

“How about a bath?” It wasn’t a question because he entered the bathroom in your room and placed you on the covered toilet and started a bath with bubbles and toys. You were even more confused, is this man treating you like a baby? You think. He undresses you and places you in. He washes your body and he starts “my sweet little girl, I’ll be taking care of you, I know how hard you were living. I did all of this for us” he says. You take a moment to process everything.

“Why?” You ask. He pauses washing you and looks at you.

“Because baby, I love you,” he smiles at you and kisses your forehead. Love? How can this man love you? You don’t even know him. “All you have to do is listen to your daddy, that’s what you will call me alright doll,” he continued. Daddy? Is this some twisted fantasy. “If you aren’t a good girl Y/N, you have to go back down in the basement where you’ll be treated like a brat, you understand” he looks dead at your eyes. You have no clue what to say so you slightly nod, but he want an answer. “words” he tells you.

“Y-yes d-daddy” you fumble out. This man is crazy you don’t know what else he would do. You can maybe gain his trust and escape. You think.

What you don’t know Bucky knows everything.

MAD MAN 2

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[rainybyday]

Add ons for the twins au 

+Damian started to act like Danyal after his death for a few reasons. One was because he needed to survive, and Danyal was someone who not only thrived but was a predator amongst them. Two was that he wanted the living memory of his brother to live on. And finally, three was that Ra’s had made it so that he was to act and be exactly like Danyal because he considers Danyal a perfect heir and that Damian should be encouraged to act the same 

+Damian actually openly took care of animals in the league before Danyal’s death

+Danyal will and can kill without hesitation but will crippled those that looked down on Damian because they should live enough for Mother to touch them

+Damian was the one to have in interest in astrology first, Danyal couldn’t care less (until he started to grasp on straws of his memories

+After Danyal died Damian took ahold of his sword but never used it as he believed himself to be unworthy of it (As he was one of the people Damian respected above all else)

+Damian drew Danyal’s face by memory every day as to not forget his brother

+Damian is the younger brother and I Live for it

+When Danny became Phantom, Danny had amazing muscle memory but never realized at first during his time as Phantom that most of his moves were meant to kill a person, however he never did understand this because most of his enemies at first were ghost

+Danny would sometimes cry when he sees Gemini’s constellation 

+When Danny becomes Ghost King, he declared he will clean the world of distortion as to cut off the passageways to the Ghost Zone and Infinite Realms as to make sure none of his subjects are used or harmed

+(This was his excuses to take down every single Lazarus Pit)

+Does Danny deserve to punch Ra’s? Yes. Does he ask Damian to join him? Also, yes. Will he have Dani to come in to do a surprise upper cut to his jaws? Absolutely. 

Optional add ons that don’t follow a single line of thought

+Danyal will lose his memory of the League but will gain them back after the incident

+Ra’s was the one to kill Danyal as to provide an heir that he could keep on a leash

+Danny does remember and pulls many many many strings as to not only get Damian to Father but to also make sure he is alive and well and that he is living a life away from the League (he’s in peace with that even if it pains him greatly to see Damian without him (but he will never be jealous of Damian having a family because he was the one to abandon him first and Damian deserves to living happy ))

+(The roles are reverse; Danny is the shadow and Damian is the one in the light (moonlight but eh))

+Danny freaked out when he saw Jason near Damin because he thought he was a ghost who somehow found out his identity only to realizes it’s his brother who is either very strong Liminal or very weak halfa

+Danny never used social media or tried to be on it because he knows it going to bite him back because he has Bruce freaking Wayne as hie Father

+Danyal is horrified to realizes that Damian became like him but cried freaking tears of joy when he saw how Damain almost immediately revert to the baby twin he loved and protected after he confirmed his identity (but only for him (yes, even from you Richard))

I wrote a whole string of add ones that ended up being a timeline of a plot for a whole story and ended up taking the ones that weren’t so plot building. There are still one of two (or many more) in there thou

Edit add on: Danyal would often say tsch in which Damian would try to copy him but would end up as tt

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[wandabear]

WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER

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

Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

chapter warnings: smut, angst, mentions of drug abuse and death.

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

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCHAPTER FIVE

ㅤㅤBEFORE

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Two weeks passed since the accident and since they found the cabin with the dead man inside, and nothing changed. No plane or rescue team had arrived for them, which meant that hope was dying and supplies were scarce.

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“So, do you think the guy shot himself?” One of the girls whispered. “He left some kind of note?”

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“Just that weird symbol.” Carol frowned at her somewhat disturbed. Ever since they found this man, they all had questions to ask that no one answered.

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“Maybe he couldn't stand loneliness and shot himself.” Pietro shrugged and looked at the rifle that was standing against the wall of the cabin. “We should take the rifle and try to get something to eat.”

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“Maybe it didn't want him to leave.” Jules murmured thoughtfully, looking at a fixed point among the trees. Since they arrived, she Jules had not stopped feeling a little uncomfortable there.

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“Shut the fuck up you and your ominous crap. You're going to scare everyone just because you're a little hysterical.” Grant groaned, completely sick of listing to that girl muttering weird stuff.

The man was barely holding on to a wooden crutch made from branches, but it wasn't enough to stay upright for long.

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Far from answering that with any sarcastic comment, Jules just looked away and crossed her arms a bit embarrassed.

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“Hey, don't talk to her like that again.” Natasha defended her, getting ahead of Y/N.

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“Hey, HEY! I think we should talk about the huge problem instead.” Wanda cleared her throat, trying to change the subject. “We're out of food. We're all feeling it.”

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Everyone was silent, the hunger they felt was beginning to make everything worse. Any small fight ended in shouting or bad mood.

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“Now, the good news is my father used to take me deer hunting every year as a kid.” Grant grunted and slowly, awkwardly reached for the rifle and held it up. “The bad news... yeah, I am down to one fucking leg.”

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The man clenched his jaw, trying to stay strong and keep feel that superiority, but it was more difficult when they looked at him with pity. “Which means that if we want to eat, one of you is gonna have to learn how to use this thing.”

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They all nodded, Natasha raised her hand saying that her father taught her to shoot and she was willing to teach Y/N or Pietro to do it. Maybe it took a while, but they managed to group up to go out and hunt. ㅤㅤ

That morning, Y/N, Pietro and Natasha left the cabin ready to find something to hunt. Even though neither of them seemed happy with hurting an animal, eating nothing but mushroom soup for days was starting to weigh on them.

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Many hours later, the sun was going down and Wanda began to feel anxious. She tried to convince herself that it was just because of Pietro, but deep down she knew that she also cared about Y/N. She came back with some 'clean' blankets in her arms, they had left several clothes drying outside.

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The cabin was a bit more cleaner, enough for them to stop breathing dust. As long as they all helped keep it that way. Some cheering made Wanda come out of the cabin, she finally smiled widely.

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“They did it!” Kate exclaimed happily seeing how Pietro, Y/N and Nat were carrying a deer. It didn't seem very big but enough to have food for a few days.

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Everyone came closer to see it, they seemed a little tired but definitely happy for what they had achieved.

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“Nice work, you guys.” Wanda put her hands on her hips, looking at the deer. She felt a bit sorry but she also understood that they were about to starve.

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“Yeah.” Pietro smiled broadly and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder.  “It was all Y/N.”

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“She did great.” Nat smiled too, they all started screaming excited to understand that it was the first sign that they could survive in that place, without knowing what awaited them next.

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Night came and they were grateful that the beginning of autumn treated them well for now. They were all surrounding the campfire, Kate and Jennifer were in charge of roast it and distributing the pieces of meat to the girls who looked starving.

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“Are you okay?”

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Pietro's voice took Wanda from her thoughts, while she slowly ate.

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“Yeah, better now.”

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“I was so hungry.” Pietro sighed then finished his first piece of meat, reaching out for another.

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“Yeah, me too.”  Wanda said as she wiped her lips. She noticed how the boy devoured the meat, so hungry, Wanda felt so guilty.

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“I'm sorry I brought you here.” She lowered her gaze.  “I know you came just for me.”

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Quickly, Pietro looked up and frowned, genuinely concerned. “No, sestra. Don’t be sorry.” He put his hand on Wanda's shoulder, who kept looking at the ground. “I would never leave you alone, you know that. This is not your fault, this was an accident.”

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“Okay?” Pietro held his gaze until Wanda nodded.

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“This is good, not as good as mom’s Chicken Paprikash but good.” He pointed at the food, making her sister smile. It was all he wanted, to take a great weight off the girl's heart.

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Wanda looked up and noticed that Y/N was chatting and smiling with Jennifer. She wondered what she was talking about, what was it that made her so excited?

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“You’re close to Y/N lately.” Pietro teased, trying not to smile.

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“Yeah, is it bad?” Wanda turned to see him, she sounded a bit worried.

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“No, not at all.” The boy took a bite. “She’s nice, all these crazy women, Y/n is who I like best.”

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Wanda said nothing, just smiled tenderly and then fell silent.

The connection between the two had always been so strong, both twins were so close and although sometimes it was the object of mocks, they considered that connection something incredible.

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“Do you think they will rescue us?” Wanda asked a little more seriously this time, she needed her brother's sincerity now.

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“I don't know, Wanda. What Y/N is right about is… if they wanted to, they would already be here.” Pietro sighed, didn't want to talk about what he felt cause he didn't want to make her feel worse, but that was the truth, more than a week and they hadn’t received any kind of signal that people were looking for them.

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Not planes. No rescue helicopters. Nothing.

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“Did you apologize to Jules?” Wanda raised an eyebrow.

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“I did it.” Pietro smiled and nodded. “I think I saved her from stepping in a bear trap two days ago, and apparently, we're even.”

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“That’s good.” She smiled at the boy and squeezed his cheek, noticing how grown his beard was.  “Look at you, your beard has already grown.”

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“Oh, fuck off!” He pushed her hand away and they both laughed.

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“I love you, Piet.”

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“I love you, sestra.”

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Nodding, Pietro got up so he could go check that everything was alright with the Coach Ward, who seemed to be a bit distant from the girls. Recently, Pietro was the only one Ward let near or talk to.

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Seeing that now Wanda was alone, Y/N approached, sitting next to her on that log.

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“Hi.” Wanda smiled trying to hide that strange 'joy' inside. Why was her heart beating so fast?

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“How are you doing?” Y/N asked looking at her, noticing how beautiful she looked when the fire lit those green eyes. Maybe it was because almost two weeks ago they were in that place and everything seemed to get more intense but, wow, Wanda was so beautiful.

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“I’m good, how about you? I didn't see you today.”

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“Yeah. Killed a deer today so…” Y/N sighed and lowered her gaze somewhat embarrassed. More sad than embarrassed though.  

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Wanda hesitated for a moment but ended up gently squeezing the girl's hand. “I’m sorry.”

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“It’s okay, at least we have to eat. We needed this.”

ㅤㅤ The relationship with Wanda improved so much after the accident. After the fight at the party, both of them made up and improved their friendship. And Y/N was very grateful for this, although her best friends were there, the connection with Wanda was completely different.

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“Hey, you two.” Carol walked ahead of them making smooch noises, winking at Y/N.

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Y/N shook her head and noticed how Wanda quickly removed her hand, not out of embarrassment but out of fear that Y/N would be mocked because of her.

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“Hey. Do you want to go walk near the lake?” Y/N got up and stretched out her hand towards her, waiting for her to take it. “I can take the rifle if it makes you feel safer.”

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“Won't we get lost?” Wanda asked a bit worried but also an excited shine could be seen in her eyes. As if it was something forbidden and interesting, what more could they lose?

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“I know the way, Natasha owes me one so maybe she'll let us go. I found a nice place that nobody else knows about.” She turned to see how some girls kept laughing and chatting about boys now. “If you want to get away from all this mess, sure.”

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Biting her bottom lip, Wanda didn't have to think too hard. She took her hand and ended getting up.  “Yeah, I would like to.”

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They managed to escape from the place without anyone seeing them, but not before telling Natasha because otherwise she would start lecturing them and that was not the idea.

ㅤㅤ Y/N took the rifle and one of the gas lamps, both walked through the trees, following a path that only Y/N seemed to know.

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“Are you sure about this” Wanda asked worriedly as they walked down the path towards the lake.

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“Every day I walk through the same place. Nat asked me to start drawing some things to make a map.” Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it over.

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Wanda opened it but couldn't see much, just some lines and the cabin drawn in the middle. Y/N moved the lamp closer so she could see better.

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“I found this place when I was drawing the path to the lake and the place where the edible mushrooms grew.” Y/N kept walking and took a path to the left, behind some huge boulders. She helped Wanda so that she could climb them carefully, and after a few minutes, they both found themselves with a beautiful view of the lake and the huge starry sky above them. The moonlight made the lake look beautiful.

The trees and the boulders covered them, making it a perfect private place.

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“Y/N, this is good.” Wanda smiled widely, looking around.

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Y/N just smiled happy, both lay back on the grass watching the sky, enjoying the sound of the forest. After so many days, far from seeming creepy, they began to find some comfort in those sounds that they now recognized.

The hooting, the sound of crickets, the fluttering of birds.

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“Look at all those stars.” Wanda whispered completely gawking. “I never thought there were so many above us.”

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“Without light pollution it looks so beautiful.” Y/N sighed heavily, arms crossed behind her head. She didn't know how long it had been since they left the cabin, maybe a few minutes or an hour, she didn't know. Didn't care either.

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“Pretty.” The sokovian whispered.

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Pretty. 'That's what you are' Y/N thought when she turned to see the girl beside her.

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Wanda was so damn beautiful. Just look at those eyes, so pretty and big, curious to know everything life had to offer her. That adorable nose, she loved when Wanda scrunched it. Those lips, surely they were soft and sweet.

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“Wanda, I'd like to talk to you.” Y/N finally took courage, betting her whole heart on a single play.

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“You know you can tell me anything. What's going on?” Wanda turned to see her, worried. Y/N seemed a bit nervous, without a doubt it must be quite important.

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“I like you.” The girl released without waiting another second, leaving her heart open. But far from seeming like a confession of love, it seemed more like a release. Y/N sighed and sat up. “I'm sorry. I know you have a boyfriend, but even though it's obvious... and everyone knows it.”

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Wanda said nothing. She was surprised and not at the same time, she always knew it and she knew it right now. Every kind smile when others teased her, every laugh they shared, every word of support.

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She knew that Y/N had a crush on her, why fake it? What she didn't understand is why.

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“I thought it would be nice to tell you myself.” Y/N smiled shily, playing with her fingers. “We're lost in the woods waiting to be rescued, and I don't have the time or the strength to hide my feelings. It's so fucking tiring… so that’s it. If that makes you uncomfortable, we'll have to deal with it."

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“I'm in love with you.” Y/N breathed out deeply and closed her eyes, the secret finally out and it felt so much better.

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Silence reigned for a moment until Wanda reached out her hand, taking hers.

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“Y/N? Please, open your pretty eyes.” Wanda asked with a soft voice and a loving look. And when she finally did, the brunette asked: “Y/N, what’s my favorite song?”

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Y/N frowned, not understanding what she meant by knowing that, but the sokovian insisted.

ㅤㅤ “Umh... I've noticed that you like 'Fade Into You', I've seen you rewind your cassette twice until you get to that song.” Y/N said sincerely but then she realized that maybe it sounded like she was keeping an eye on her or something, maybe Wanda would think it's weird. She quickly added, “It's not like I see you too much.”

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But Wanda nodded slowly. “What are my favorite candies?”

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“Twizzlers. You always eat them when you get all anxious in our matches.” Y/N answered again, feeling how her heart kept beating fast but the tension faded slowly.

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Wanda finally smiled, her eyes showing the tenderness and excitement she felt.  

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The times she had asked Vision that, well, the boy didn't know what to say. First he answered any popular song, and then he said 'had no idea what kind of sweets you ate because who looks at those things? I can buy you anything you want, just tell me.'

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“You really know me.” Wanda felt her eyes fill with tears, but she didn't shed any.

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“Well, yeah, that's why I like you. I do and… I wanna know more, if you let me.”

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“I like you too.” The sokovian blurted out, not caring about anything other than that moment. What else did it matter? They were in the middle of the forest, lost, trying to survive.

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And her heart just asked to be close to her, it always did, from the moment Y/N defended her from Sharon Carter.

Well, that was something Y/N didn't expect at all. With a dumbfounded face, unable to believe it, all she could say was:  “R-Really?”

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“I do.” Wanda bit her lower lip, as a signal which Y/N caught perfectly. She kissed Wanda's lips in a soft first kiss, enjoying that exquisite sensation. Hearts intertwining, two teenagers completely in love.

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“Is it wrong?” The sokovian whispered against her lips, barely breaking away. She felt completely enraptured in that feeling, so different from her when she kissed Vision.

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The truth is that Vision and Wanda had never gone far, just a few little kisses and caresses. The boy tried a few times to go further but Wanda always said that she wanted to wait. Now, she felt that self-control with y/n didn't exist.

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Y/N quickly shook her head, touching softly the brunette's cheek. “I don't think liking or loving someone is wrong.” She sighed, still sharing that closeness. “So, can I keep kissing you?”

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Wanda smirked, shortening the distance to kiss again. “Good, because your kisses are so damn good.”

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Both giggled before kissing again, only the stars being the witnesses of that youthful love that was born.

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ㅤㅤNOW

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The days passed and there was no news of the blackmailer. Maybe because money cooled things down, but not the concern of all of them knowing that they were outsmarted.

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Y/N was at the hotel, visited Jules some times, especially when Natasha was working. The doctor told them that the baby was in no danger yet, that no bleeding was positive, even when Jules told that she suffered a pretty bad blow.

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Doctor Cho said that they should be more careful and that so far everything seemed fine, but later they would know better with the ultrasound at the next week.

And the secrets cooled the relationship with Nat so much that, the redhead began to suspect that perhaps her beloved wasn’t happy. The silence at night became unbearable, and sadness weighed on their hearts.

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“Jules…” Nat said as she saw the brown-eyed woman come out of the bathroom with her huge T-shirt. She no longer slept in her panties, trying to provoke her. Sex had always been a big deal to them, the passion was increased by the unconditional love they felt.  “Are you going to talk to me?”

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Jules just curled up on the bed, trying to hide her face.  “Everything is fine, I'm a little tired.”

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“Okay, just tell me, what the hell is going on?” Nat sat up in bed, so done with this game. She was sick of all this strange tension that had been around them for a while. “I know you're hiding something, I know you since we were eleven. You've been so stealthy with Y/N, as if you were hiding a secret... and I am not worthy of  your trust.”

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“We have never been like this, Julia.” Those green eyes express the sadness and restlessness she felt.  “Don't you love me anymore?”

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Jules kept her back to her, trying not to cry when she heard the pain in Natasha's raspy voice.

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“Because if that's it, we can… we can try to go to those… You know? Couples therapy or whatever to get your love back. Or- or we can... I don't know, I don't want to let you go but, if you're not happy with me...” Natasha swallowed, the angst in her throat not letting her continue.

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That was all Jules could bear. She turned quickly so she could see her, and that image completely destroyed her.

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“No, no, no.” Jules took her hand and hastened to erase any kind of doubt, she couldn't allow Natasha to doubt herself when she had always been wonderful. “Nat, that's not it, honey.”

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“So what is it?” they entwined their fingers.

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Jules hesitated for a moment, didn't know how to start. Just felt her eyes fill with tears.

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“I don't want you to hate me.” The dark-haired girl sniffled. That worried Natasha even more, what was it that bothered her so much? So sad, that she couldn't even tell her.

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“Moya lyubov, I would never hate you.” The redhead cooed softly, genuinely concerned about her, the love of her life.

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“I’m pregnant.” Finally she let go, exhaling slowly.

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Couldn't take it anymore, soon her belly would start to show, what was the point of lying or keeping it as a secret? Lying to the person she loved the most in the world.

Natasha wasn't the type of woman to leave her just because she was pregnant, was she? No, she had always been an incredible, faithful, kind, loving, passionate woman. Maybe she was a little afraid of commitment at first but, once Natasha got over that fear, she was always there for Jules.

ㅤ “You… what?” The redhead blinked fast, it took her a few seconds to understand. Oh.

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“I’m pregnant, the IUI worked but we didn't notice.” Jules swallowed hard and wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks.  Was so pale that those lovely cheeks turned red, as did her nose and lips from crying. “I found out  about a week ago... or more.”

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A huge smile, a hug, endless kisses. That was all Jules hoped for, but what she got was Natasha getting out of bed, completely shocked and a bit pissed off.

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“What the fuck, Julia?!” The russian exclaimed in disbelief. Quickly, Jules covered her face out of embarrassment.  “Really?”

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 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn't want you to be mad at me and hate me!” She whimpered, completely devastated.

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“Of course I’m mad at you!” Natasha exclaimed. How could her wife hide something like that from her? “You went to the meeting with the blackmailer and you are pregnant!”

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But far from seeming bothered by the idea that they were having a baby, or terrified by it, Natasha was completely mad because her wife put her and their child's lives at risk by going with them.

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“You were punched in the stomach, for God's sake!” Nat hurried over to put a hand on Jules belly, extremely concerned. “Don’t fucking do that again!”

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Surprised by that, noticing the concern on her lover's face, Jules just sighed. Her eyes swollen from crying. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”

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“How are you so sure?” Natasha insisted, looking at her and then at her belly. She caressed it gently, those green eyes brimming with tears of emotion.

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Of course, she would never be upset by the idea of bringing a child into the world, perhaps a little scared because all this would bring consequences and she was afraid that exactly what happened, would happen. That they were in danger.

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“Dr. Cho said she didn't think there was any danger because there was no bleeding, but we would find out better on the ultrasound next week.”

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Natasha sighed with relief upon hearing those words, all she wanted is for the baby and her wife to be okay. Jules nodded slowly, carefully watching all the gestures and looks of Nat. She felt so dumb, so stupid, how could she have thought that Natasha would be mad at her? Although her words had made it seem like she was glad the IUI wasn't working, Nat would never turn her back on her kid.

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“You’re pregnant.” Nat whispered, then allowed herself to smile. She was finally beginning to realize what that meant.  “Oh my god, we're having a baby!”

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“We are!” Jules smiled wiping away her tears.

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“We’re going to be moms!” Natasha exclaimed excitedly, taking her wife's hands and then hugging her tightly. “We must take good care of the baby, okay? We have to. Promise me.”

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“I promise… Are you really happy about this?” Jules giggled through her tears, completely happy to see her redhead so excited about the pregnancy.

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“You’re kidding? I’m ecstatic!” Nat leaned down to kiss her lips over and over again until she crouched down, facing Jules belly. “Hello there, Зайчик… I’m your mama Natasha. Your other mom in fact, because you have two, and that means you're going to be very, very loved!” Nat kissed her belly and leaned her forehead against it, smiling widely. Oh, it felt so good. “We love you.”

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The redhead spent a while 'chatting' with her baby and Jules watched everything with a look of pure love, until they both decided to jump on the bed with happiness, celebrating that beautiful news.

ㅤㅤ

Since the meeting with the blackmailer that night, Wanda was more nervous than ever. She was grateful that her little ones were visiting their grandparents that weekend, allowing her to have a bit of peace for at least two days.

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The brunette walked around the house, taking some things that the twins left lying around and putting them in its place. She didn't mind having to do it anyway, it was just throwing the clothes in the washing machine and at least it kept her busy with something.

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“Fuck.” The brunette muttered under her breath when she saw a sock under the furniture, those kids left their stuff all over the place. Wanda end up sighing and bent down to take it but something shiny caught her eye. As if from the dark depths of that piece of furniture, something shamelessly winked at her.

A black t-shirt, but the most important thing was that when she took it, her hands were stained with glitter.

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Hands that began to tremble just by seeing the shirt; the blackmailer's son of a bitch was none other than her husband.

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"VISION!” She exclaimed aloud, rushing out of the room to head to the garage, where he had his office. She entered without further ado, breaking in that 'sanctuary'.

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"Wanda, what's going on?" the blond growled, clearly annoyed by the sudden invasion.

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“What is this?" She held up that black shirt, completely covered in glitter. It didn't take an answer, Vision's surprised and terrified look said it all.

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“Wanda, I-” He exhales. “Okay. I can explain this.”

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Of course he doesn't know how to do it, especially when Wanda's eyes widened. Oh, she was mad. “Oh, my God, Vision. What did you do?”

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“Okay, just-just…” He got up from his seat and tried to get closer but the brunette moved away, looking at him with a truly terrifying fury and disappointment.

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“What did you do?” Wanda hissed.

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“Just listen to me.” Vision closed the door. “You were never supposed to get involved in this.”

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Wanda remained still, waiting for a convincing answer.

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“It just... It got out of control.” The english man sighed and placed a hand across his face. “Listen, that damn store...”

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“Our store?” Wanda frowned and crossed her arms. Everything seemed to get worse and worse.

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“Yeah, but this new one... Bloody ElectronicsFam.com” He growled angrily. “They are running me out of business. They got virtually no overhead. They mass-produce all their own inventory. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

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The expression on the man's face only made Wanda want to slap him more and more. They had bought that store with the money the insurance gave her for the plane accident. She understood that Vision felt guilty but this was too much. “So you… you blackmailed us?”

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“Not you. I thought I had to...” Vision sighs, so defeated. “I thought... Jennifer, she's a lawyer and you know… maybe Y/N had the cash.”

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Wanda closed her eyes, trying not to explode. She obviously murmured some sokovian insults that the man couldn't even understand. He wasn't a bad man, but he was a complete jerk sometimes.

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“I mean, I was going to lose the store, Wanda. First, I took out a loan. I just... I-I got a loan from these people, all right?” As Vision spoke and explained the whole situation, Wanda began to think that the decision that was on her mind lokg time ago was the right one. “And it turns out that they were... they were bad.”

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Wanda inhales deeply. “Like... like loan sharks?”

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Vision just shook his head.

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“Like fucking mobsters, Vision?” The sokovian yelled furiously but Vision shooed her away. “Are they gonna kill us? Our kids? you didn't think of them! My god, Vision!”

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Of course she was terrified for her children.

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"Be quiet, Wanda!"

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"Don't tell me to shup up!" She snapped wildly, pointing at him. "Are they gonna do something to us?"

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“No, no! No! I paid 'em back. It's all good. No one is gonna die.”

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"My God, Vision." Wanda shook her head. “You have to pay Y/N.”

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"Wanda, you can't tell them it was me-" Horror flashed across the man's face. What if he went to jail?

ㅤㅤ

"You have to take responsibility for your actions, Vision. For fuck's sake, you just- they almost shoot you!"

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“What if they send me to jail? Natasha could do it.”

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“No one will do that. Just… get the damn money and you're going to pay it back, you hear me?” the brunette told him seriously, there was no way he could refuse that face of hers. She was adorable but a lot of times, she could scare you. "You're going to pay to Y/N, I'll apologize to them."

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Vision nodded quickly. "I'll do it, I swear for our children."

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Wanda sighed and walked towards the door, but not before giving a final stab. "And Vision? I want the divorce."

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"What?" He frowned, surprised and maybe a bit hurt.

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"Oh, come on Vis. Don't you think that's enough?" Wanda sighed deeply tired. "You don't love me, I don't love you. We are here for our kids and they know very well what is happening between us.”

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"I know you have a lover." She smiled sadly, because even though he was doing it behind her back, she was glad to know that he found someone. Besides, didn't feel so guilty that she didn't love him.

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"I'm sorry, Wanda." the blonde whispered, he took off his glasses so that he could clean them and avoid showing how ashamed he felt.

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"We've been friends for all these years, but we can't pretend we love each other. Let's just not make it difficult for the kids. They will understand."

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"They are lucky that we made that decision now."

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They both smiled kindly, like two old friends saying goodbye, a necessary goodbye in order to move on.

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“I will spend the weekend in a hotel, I'll go pack my things.”

About five minutes, that's how long it took Y/N to get to that woman's house, after Wanda sent her that message.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

‘Come to my house, we need to talk.’

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Y/N sighed deeply and took courage, if Wanda needed to talk, perhaps it would be to yell at her some more things that she kept for a long time.

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“Hi.” Wanda waved when she opened the door, letting her into the house.

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“Hey.” Y/N came into the place, looking around with curiosity. She had never been there, but it looked like a rather… ordinary home? Normal? Pretty good, very cozy.

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Noticed some family photos, mostly of two adorable little ones. Billy and Tommy.

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She followed Wanda to the kitchen without saying anything, expecting to know what she had to say, but the brunette just kept silent.

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“Will the girls be coming soon?” Y/N asked in a low voice, as if she was about to break the moment and detonate the bomb. Kept her hands in the  pockets, watching Wanda's every move.

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“It’s just us.” Wanda whispered as she took out some bread, jelly, and peanut butter.

Just them? That made Y/N frown.

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“So... why did you call me?” Y/N leaned on the doorway, watching as Wanda cut small sandwiches. “You're supposed to hate me.”

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“I don’t hate you.” Wanda grunted under her breath. “I'm just mad at you.”

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“I know its because of what I did-” Y/N tried, a tired sigh, but Wanda turned to finally attack.

So done.

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“You broke my heart, TWICE.”  She snapped. Wanda spat out those words like poison that she had kept for a long, long time . “Not only when we came back from the forest and you abandoned me, but then you came back years later. You filled me with false hope and illusions saying that you loved me, that I should leave Vision and we should go together.”

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Y/N swallowed; it was time to take care of all the things she did.

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“I did it! For you, because I loved you so much, I was madly in love with you! And when I came back to the hotel where we made love all night and you were waiting for me to do this together, YOU WERE HAVING SEIZURES.” She said with a shaky voice, those green eyes showing not only anger but also fear and sadness at that horrible memory. The scariest moment of her life.

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I’m sorry-”

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“When I got back to the hotel, smiling, ready to face the world with you… you were choking on your own blood because you overdosed. AGAIN.” The brunette wiped away a tear that fell down her cheek.  “You died, I saw you die that day.”

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Y/N was silent, couldn't say anything because she knew perfectly well that Wanda was right. How much she had hurt that woman was unforgivable, but love was always there.

Maybe love wasn't enough.

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“And the paramedics brought you back to life.” Wanda turned her gaze to the sandwiches, taking a deep breath to calm down and put the tiny sandwiches in the fridge.  “You stole those drugs from the hospital, and you could have gotten Jules fired or jailed.”

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“I know.” Y/N swallowed, looking down. “I did terrible things.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Yes, you did and everyone thinks I'm the bad guy, and i’m cruel or- or impatient, but I'm not! Don't tell me I hate you, because I don't.” The sokovian whispered so hurt. “I'm not the bad guy here. You broke me first, twice.”

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But even though Y/N could have turned and left and not take all those words anymore, she came closer and put a hand on Wanda’s shoulder. And despite the fact that the sokovian refused at first,  slowly she allowed herself to be hugged tightly for a while.

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“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Y/N sighed, knowing something else was wrong. “I know you're mad at me, but I also know there's more.”

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Wanda looked up, Y/N knew her too well. The brunette moved away from the embrace, leaning against the kitchen counter next to Y/N. Like two old friends.

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“Vision is cheating on me.” Wanda started. “I've known for a while now.”

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Y/N just nodded and then exhaled furiously, like a rampaging, raging bull. How could he do that to Wanda? Just like that?  To that woman? “’Kay… I’m gonna kick his ass. He is in the store right now?”

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“No, that’s not-” Wanda interceded, getting in the way.

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“I'm not going to let him treat you like this.” Y/N growled.

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“Stop.” She put her hands on Y/N and slowly pushed her back onto the counter, returning to where they were.  “That's not what got me like this!”

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“So what is it?”

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“Vision is cheating on me, yeah… but I don’t even care.” The brunette shrugged lightly.  “It is as if we both know that we don’t love each other, but… the kids. You know? Anyway, that's not the worst or the most important thing.”

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Y/N kept silent, hoping that Wanda would dare to say it, especially when the sokovian seemed to start walking in circles, trying to get up the courage to tell her the truth.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Vision is the one who's been blackmailing us.” Finally, Wanda released it as if it were nothing.

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And Y/N's reaction was exactly what she expected. The dark-haired woman just opened her eyes wide, her jaw tensed, making her look perhaps quite attractive, or at least that's what Wanda thought for a moment.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“What?” Y/N exploded angrily.  “The fuck?! I’m gonna kill him.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“No, you won’t.” Wanda pointed at her, trying to calm her down but Y/N frowned even more annoyed. Was she going to defend him now?

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“H-he needed the money, apparently the store was not paying off.” Wanda pinched the bridge of her nose, even more frustrated than before.  “Because of this… online store or something.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N noticed that she didn't seem too happy with that news either. Surely Wanda was also upset when she found out.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“The business began to fall apart, he was asking for loans but it was dirty money.” Wanda sighed. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N nodded slowly, at least this meant something good and that was that no one else knew what they did in the forest. That was good.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“So you both owe me 50 grand.” Y/N teased, trying to make her feel better or smile.

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“HE does.” Wanda clarified, finally smiling. A genuine smile. Y/N won and her heart knew it.

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“I'm going to break his fucking legs, man.” Y/N exhaled deeply and shook her head. “At least we don't have to worry about our past getting out of here. Right?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Wanda just nodded.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Does he know EVERYTHING that happened there? Did he read all your diaries?” she narrowed her eyes.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“No, he just saw the drawing and thought it was important. He doesn't know what truly happened.” Wanda began to play with her rings, so embarrassed, everything that happened was her fault. “I promise I'll pay you back.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“No, he will.” Y/N smirked. “We'd better tell the others. They'll be glad to know there's no danger.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I don't know, I don't want them to be mad at me.”

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Y/N kept watching her, she was seventeen years later and she still looked so beautiful. Now she looked more mature, those green eyes showed how much she had matured but that made her more beautiful and sensual. And that body? Wow, she really was a mommy.

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“You have to tell them the truth, that's what it's all about.”  Noticing how worried Wanda looked, Y/N placed a hand on her shoulder. “They love you, believe me they won't care as long as you're fine. Besides that you had nothing to do with this.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Do you think they won't hate me?”  Wanda's voice melted Y/N's heart, who only quickly denied.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“They have hearts too big, look why I'm here.” The taller one shrugged. “Plus, I think they have bigger fish to fry between them.”

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“What do you mean?” The brunette asked worriedly.

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“Jules is pregnant.” Y/N smiled happily, but after a few seconds she realized the huge mistake she made.  “I mean, fuck, I wasn't supposed to say anything! You can't say anything! I promised not to say it!”

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Y/N panicked, opening her eyes wide, but Wanda only opened her big eyes in surprise and couldn't help but smile widely. That was much more important than all this, her best friends were going to be moms. That joy cast out any fear she might have.

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“Oh my god, Y/N!” Wanda squealed.  “That’s good news, right? We must celebrate!”

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“So good, right?! But remember, don't say anything.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

They both looked like two excited kids, laughing over that beautiful news as if it were themselves.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“But wait, Nat doesn’t now that and Jules doesn't know how she's going to take it.” y/n pursed her lips watching as Wanda took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet and two glasses.

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“Damn.” Wanda said worriedly. “Oh, god, she was hit the other day! Is she okay?”

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“She is. I went with her to the doc, she's fine for now.” she nodded and took the glass, somewhat doubtful.

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“Oh, thank god. Thank you for telling me this.” She was going to take the bottle to open it but Y/N touched her arm gently, getting her attention. “I was so worried that-”

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“Wait, Wanda?”

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“Yeah?” she frowned.

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“I don't drink anymore. I'm still recovering.” Y/N wrinkled her nose. “Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you but…" She swallowed and shrugged a bit shy.

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“…OH! I’m so sorry!” The sokovian exclaimed in embarrassment, quickly setting the bottle aside. She didn't know what to say, feeling so ashamed that she was so inconsiderate. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“It’s okay, I’m trying my best. It's not like I'm desperate to drink anyway.” Y/N smiled kindly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

And for a moment, Wanda felt that she was seeing that eighteen-year-old girl again, so kind, attentive and considerate. That Y/N that completely stolen her heart years ago.

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“Please, don’t look at me like that.” Wanda shook her head and turned to leave the kitchen and arrange some things in the living room, some thrown cushions and joysticks.  

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Like that?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Like a fucking sad but loving puppy.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Why?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Because I can't deal with your ‘unrequited love victim’ look right now.” Wanda shook her head. Y/N followed Wanda around the place, helping her to pick up some cushions. “Stop that.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"But I love you.” Y/N smirked, wasn't going to stop, not anymore.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Please, stop.” Wanda pointed her finger at her and ended up taking the cushion out of her hands.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I can’t.” She was willing to do everything to make it better, to have Wanda by her side, in any way. “It kills me not being able to have you, not being able to be with you. I love to see you happy, I love to see you smile, but don't think that it doesn't hurt me not to have you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Well, you seemed fine when-”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I know!” Y/N stepped forward. She perfectly knew everything she did, and despite the fact that she has changed, Y/N knew that she would have to endure those comments forever. “I know, and it wasn't right or fair. I was sick and I was sunk deep into the abyss and I started to sink you too.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

She sighed heavily, taking over all her actions. As many times as necessary.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“And I’m sorry, but i'm done apologizing.” At Wanda's surprised look, Y/N stepped forward to take her hand. “I can't keep sinking anymore, that's why I'm here. Because I love you, because I love my friends, and because I want to love myself a little more. No one deserves what I did to you all, and I want to make it right. I have to do it, okay?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N sighed deeply. Would fight whatever it took to keep the people she loved close. Time to mourn was over, now she just had to build and take care of the future.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I am taking responsibility for it. We all screwed up in one way or another.  I’m sober, I’m better and I’m trying my fucking best.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Wanda just nodded, completely fascinated by that image. With a different Y/N, mature and much more responsible. She looked so attractive… It was too much, so tired of fighting the tension between the two; Wanda ended the distance and kissed her lips with a passion that surprised them both.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N was quick to kiss her back, pushing the brunette against the wall. The warmth of her body and her lips wrapped around her in such an exquisite way, she felt like coming home.

Her heart beat again after so long, the reason why she was still alive was right there.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

It wasn't a cute and tender kiss, it was a kiss full of passion and need. From two people who missed each other too much and had been away for a long, long time.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Wanda, we're at your house.” Y/N cursed herself for being the voice of reason, but even so, she didn't stop and kept devouring the sokovian's neck.  “Vision or the kids could come.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

When was the last time Wanda felt wanted? Needed and desired. A long time ago, she hadn't had sex with Vision in a long time and right now, her legs were shaking like she was that same needy young self again.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“He’s not coming... the kids won't be around for the whole weekend.” Wanda could barely whisper, feeling how her legs were so weak. “Oh god.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Between kisses and caresses, both ended up in Wanda's room, tangled between the sheets. Their naked bodies complemented each other once more; Wanda's hands ran over Y/N's bare back over and over again.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Fuck me.” She whispered against Y/N’s lips between kisses and bites. “Now. Please.”

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Feeling that paradise existed in the hands of Y/N, she got carried away. Legs that trembled, lips that ran over the skin over and over again. Wanda bit her skin as if she wanted to mark that woman as hers once more.

Because she was always hers.

The moans, the screams of pleasure, the biting.

The way in which Wanda sought to take Y/N's hands for her to cling to before reaching orgasm, or how her tongue ran through that wet sex with a unique devotion.

The way their breasts swayed with each movement, how their muscles contracted and then released at the peak of pleasure. How Y/N's hands gently squeezed the brunette's neck, how she licked her thumb, teasing her. Needing more.

It was an incredible night for both of them, who ended up sweaty, sore and happy hugging in that bed.

So... 👀🐝 Now do you understand Wanda's anger better? And you haven't read it yet.

Hope you enjoyed, this is turning interesting and good. I'm already working on the finale and... it might make you smile, cry, or both. Some intense stuff is coming so, I just want to let you know that. Clearly many didn't survive the forest.

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#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader

[mariipun]

Adventures of Wally & The Gang (plus their Caretaker)

Keep A Level Head

Warnings: None. Humor. Just more silly antics. Inspired by the anime “ Aggretsuko”.  

Word Count: 834

Brief Description: The Welcome Home cast is alive, living alongside humans. You have been contracted as their Caretaker. Our dear Caretaker has been running around all day, working hard. On top of your daily administrative work, you also have to babysit tend to the colorful ensemble of actors, plus all the other studio employees, who can’t seem to do things on their own.

[Not sure if this constitutes a WH!Muppet AU scenario?? Not sure how to tag it haha] 

“Care! Hey, hey! Care--?! Hey! Caretaker! Heeeeeeeeeey!” Julie wails, following behind as you try to ignore her and focus on the task at hand.

No matter how many times you try to address the blonde, she pulls you away from what needs to be done, to what she wants to do. It’s become a bit of an irritating habit, although you’re convinced it’s her hobby, to distract you from your job so you can entertain her grabs for attention.

“Not now Julie, I have a lot of work to do, but I promise I’ll do whatever it is you’re wanting once I’ve got more time—”

“No, I need you now. The new dress I had ordered still hasn’t arrived and I—”

You drone out her increasing insistence, beginning to pick up the pace as you swerved through the crowd of studio employees and other puppets. Unfortunately, the moment the others sight you, the choir of:

“Hey Care—”

“--need you here—”

“Can you fix—”

“Get me some—”

You stop in your tracks, feeling Julie bump into you from behind. With your binder tucked close to your chest, your hands tighten around it. The overwhelming demands from the maintenance team, stagehands, cameramen, and puppets made you fume. It was obvious from your face how feelings of annoyance had now turned into full-blown anger. You tried steadying your breath, feeling the heat prickle at your cheeks, and reminding yourself to remain professional, you need this job, it pays the bills… it pays the bills…it pays the bills….

“Hold on!” You boom, causing the voices to settle. You stand your ground, steeling yourself as you take a breath. “I am extremely busy right now—” You strain, each word slow, with brows furrowed and jaw tight. “Sooo-- I’d appreciate it if you all stop pestering me for a moment, because if I hear one more per—”

“Hey, Care?” Barnaby interjects, poking his head out of the restroom door.

Your mouth shuts, head snapping around to look at him. “What?!”

“I clogged the toilet,” Barnaby responds monotonously, thumb pointing toward inside the restroom, as water slowly began trickling its way outside.

The grip around your binder tightens even more to the point you felt like you could have ripped it in half. Your eyes narrow into a glare, tight lips twitching up into a menacing grin.

“So uh… could you fix it?” Barnaby probes, moving away from the slow leak of water pooling around his feet.

“Please excuse me for a moment…” You seethe, quickly and silently moving your way toward one of the audio control rooms, knowing the padded walls would shield your outbursts. Upon arrival, you slammed the binder down onto the script stand, causing it to wobble and tilt over.

That was the last straw.

You bring your arms up, flailing them around as you release your rage. “What the actual [redacted]?! I just need to do one [redacted] thing! One thing! But nooooooo--! I can’t catch a [redacted] break around here! And why the [redacted] would Barnaby clog the toilet?! PUPPETS DON’T EVEN NEED TO USE THE [redacted] TOILET?!”

You heaved, palming your forehead for a second before sliding your hand over your eyes. You took a few deep breaths to soothe yourself until you heard an audible click and the sound designer over the two-way speaker.

“You, uh, okay in there?”

You drop your hand down to your mouth, eyes darting open to see not only the sound designer but a few of the puppets and two other employees who followed you to your location, staring at you from behind the glass.

You stared back.

Julie had arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest in disapproval.

Wally’s half-lidded, unwavering, eyes peered at you. “Those are some naughty words there...” He commented, his voice crackling a bit through the speaker. Though, reading his expression you could tell he was a bit amused.

“Yes dear, you really should watch your language.” Poppy chimes, as everyone else in the sound room nods in agreement.

Standing there for a moment longer, you finally gave up. Picking up your binder and setting the script stand back up in place, you walk through the door into the sound room, staying silent as Barnaby stepped toward you with a plunger in hand.

“I found this if it’ll help with the toilet—”

You didn’t say anything as you walked past him, only extending a hand, and swiping the plunger from his grasp. You moved on through the exit.

[BONUS]

Barnaby and Wally both stood outside the restroom door, peering in and watching as you muttered curses under your breath and violently plunged the toilet to unclog whatever ungodly thing Barnaby stuffed in there.

Wally: “So, uh, Barnaby?”

Barnaby: “Yeah lil’ buddy?”

Wally: “What did you put in there?”

Barnaby: “Just a bunch of leftover doughnuts from the spread table.”

Wally: “…Why?”

Barnaby, shrugging: “Wanted to see what would happen…”

[For scientific inquiry]

#wally darling x reader #wally darling fanfic #wally darling fanfiction #welcome home fanfic #welcome home fanfiction #marsfics #marsfic #Adventures of Wally & The Gang (plus their Caretaker) #Adventures of Wally & The Gang (plus their Caretaker) series #[lmao so far ive tried to incorporate a lot more of the WH cast] #[definitely wanna do more of just Caretaker and Wally shenanigans] #[but barnaby is such a goober] #[okay okay im gonna explore more about the cast's personalities so i can write more from their narrative vs just Caretaker's narrative] #[tbh i might slowly transition to script based writing like i used to do in film... but i wanna give the characters justice] #[not make them so one dimensional...] #welcome home puppet show #welcome home puppet show fanfic #welcome home off script

[chebyreksan]

Aaaalright

Feel like you fic(showtime)

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Muffled voices

Girl wrapped under a blanket

Panic and horror both in the eyes and thoughts

That's all that happened in her room. She just lay curled up in a ball and pulled the blanket up to her head, as if it would help get out of this world. She heard knocks on the door, but did not answer. She didn't react.

- come on, ragat. Let's just leave her there. She's not going to die-Jax is clearly already bored, judging by his voice

- Don't say that. We have to help her, otherwise she will..she will be lonely-Ragatha said softly to Jax, knocking on the door - Pomni, please open the door for us.We want to talk to you

Pomni didn't answer

- ..listen, we know how hard and scary it is for you-

- We? I'm just here for the company

There was a sharp exhalation. It seems Ragatha elbowed him in the stomach

- okay, I understand your fear, Pomni, but we have to stick together and support each other. We're one family now..do you understand?

- Yes, let's go crazy together!-Jex chuckled

Pomni shrank even more, already ignoring the guys completely

,,what should I do?..I-I'm really going crazy here..Am I really going to end up here like this? Like kaufmo..Like the others..?’’

She was snuffling softly and wiping away her tears. What should she do now? How can she live in an incomprehensible space, where there is a crazy ai jaw and from where it is impossible to get out? She didn't know that, no matter how much she wanted to, but she didn't know the answer to any of the questions. But it can't last that long, right?

- WAKE UP, POMNI DEAR !

- Eh?!

A beep sounded sharply right above her and she covered her ears

- C-Caine? I-I closed the door

- Oh dear, I have my own ways of sneaking around unnoticed

Caine giggled and loomed over her

- can you come out? I have a surprise!

- I don't want to..

- Oh, don't be such a child, Pomni . Your friends are worried about you

- …

- Jokes are jokes, but the surprise is on schedule!

girl was wiping her eyes from tears, still lying under the blanket

- Caine, I... I can't. Please let me be alone and think it over..

- Well, no! You want to miss my surprise and such a good day so pointlessly? Come on, let's get up!

He put his hands under the blanket and took her under the armpits

- eh?! G-go away, go away!

Caine took her and lifted her over the bed, holding her like some kind of toy or animal. Jester tried to get out, squirm, but she was held tightly. And what should she do when she was lifted a couple of meters from the bed?

- let me go! I-I'll get up, just let me-

The girl looked at Caine and her eyes widened

- ...Caine?

- Surprise! Hah it's me! What do you think about my new look? Do you like it?

Caine laughed and Pomni's eyes grew even bigger with surprise. She thought she was imagining it, but Caine now looked like a human. Red hair with white tips, eyes were in their place and the same color, blue and green. Ringmaster put her down on the bed and pointed at her with his cane

- Our friends checked out my new look, and Kinger actually fainted from fear. Well, there was a lot of noise and you missed everything, dear! Oh.. and your eyes are red

- I-it's nothing -girl quickly wiped her eyes - why you..like this? Why do you look like a human?

- That's a good question, my dear. My processors have deduced that it will be more comfortable for you and others if I look like a person than my real appearance. Plus I want to understand who it is to be completely human! Bubble!

He took off his hat. Bubble came out and there was a piece of paper with some kind of graph on his tongue, but it was hindered by the fact that it was covered with saliva. Pomni grimaced

- that's all we've deduced

- ugh..okay, I get it..It's not usual, but I like it.

She smiled awkwardly, hoping that Caine would be pleased. Bubble burst

- with many thanks! Now that you don't look like a baby, we can have a game

- Wait, wait, I'm not-

But he did not listen and took Pomni by the shoulder. They found themselves on the stage, where everyone had already gathered. Jester looked around awkwardly and noticed how Jax was looking at the two of them and smiling slyly, whispering something to Ragatha. She just raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything

- So my little stars, today we will hold a game-the words appeared above the ringmaster- a bloodhound!! You will have to search through different corners of the circus for colorful eggs with surprises!

- Heh what, have you lost your own and are you forcing us to look for it?- Jax chuckled

- Jax - Ragatha whispered with displeasure

- hah! Naughty boy!

A second later, a cane flew into Jax and hit him on the head, causing the rabbit to fall

- AH!! F[censorship]K!!

- Inappropriate jokes in our circus are also inappropriate, as well as obscene language, my young friend!

cane returned to the owner and he continued

- Collect as many eggs as you can, the winner will receive an amaaazing prize, but this is a surprise! Those who will be in second and third place will also receive a prize! Goooood luck!!

The entertainer disappeared and guys got baskets in their hands. Everyone dispersed who went where and while girl was walking, she was thinking about a new kind of Caine, collecting eggs

,,..want to understand who it is to be completely human..how strange, he's just a Ai, how will he understand who it is to be a human? Maybe he's lying?..mgh it's better not to think about it much..’’

Time flew by unnoticed. The melody of the end of the game was heard and guys began to wait for the host. he appeared immediately, twirling the cane in his hand

- Well done, little stars! Now I will do the counting and we will find out the winner. whom to start hmmm..and why think about it!

Guys watched as Caine pulled the eggs out of the baskets with his strength. His eyes began to blink with different colors until they became normal

- huh that’s interesting, Jax is in the first place!

- Heh, I thought so- rabbit chuckled smugly and Pomni rolled her eyes

- Kinger!

- HUH?!

- You're in second place!

- Oh.. thank you-Kinger breathed a sigh of relief

- aaaand pomni on the third! The rest of you I’m sorry and go clean the eggs!

- What? Go F[censorship]k yourself, clean with these eggs yourself-Zooble says discontentedly-we are not obliged to do this

- Mmmm no,you have to. Bubble!

Caine clapped and the bubble grabbed zooble, dragging them somewhere else

- Let me go, F[censorship]R!! Don't you dare!

- gangle and Ragatha, follow your friend, and the three of you follow me!

Winners obediently followed Caine. They didn't talk much, and what could they talk about. Pomni understood that Kinger would not say anything reasonable, and Jax would mock and infuriate. It made her feel strange, especially when nothing but footsteps could be heard. The entertainer whistled and a large wooden box painted like a horse, with the animal's head attached in front, drove up to them

- Everything is outrageously simple. Jax, you can tell the box what you want and the box will give it to you. Kinger, I'll get you myself and Pomni-

- Ha, she won't get anything?

- hey - girl said with displeasure

Caine sighed with displeasure too and continued

- I will give something not from the box. Let's get started!

Jax confidently approached, whispered something to the box and it spat out the box. Rabbit happily took out a pair of millipedes from the box, which began to crawl on his arm. Pomni and Kinger swallowed, not understanding why he was wanting this and how he was holding them so calmly. It was Kinger's turn and Caine reached into the drawer and pulled out the checkers

- oho thank you-Kinger happily walked away

Pomni's turn came and Caine patted the horse box. Horse box obediently went to its place and jester watched him leave

- wow..

- well, dear, I think I've come up with a prize for you. Not a wish box, but not bad either. This-

Abruptly, he glitched, his eyes lit up red and just as quickly returned to normal. Girl involuntarily moved away, and Jax and Kinger looked at the ringmaster with bewilderment. Caine himself blinked and laughed nervously

- ahem, I'm sorry, your prize is-

He started glitch again, the sigh of the cross appeared in his eyes

- err.. Jax?? Kinger?- pomni looked at the boys with hope for an explanation

- Don't get your hopes up.This is the first time I've seen this..

- Ah! Is Caine ill?! What should we do?!-screamed Kinger

Caine blinked again, rubbing his temples with his fingers

- it's all right, friends. Kham..your prize is-..Ah well, here it is!

He quickly gave Pomni a box of something in her hands and walked away from her a little

- um..thanks?

- Hey Caine, you're a lot weirder than usual. Is something wrong?-Jax looked at the entertainer with interest, tapping his chin with his finger

- I'm fine, thanks! Apparently the memory card is lagging a bit huh!

He began to glitch again, turning away from the rabbit and the king. Jester, since she was standing closer to Caine, saw that his face was flushed, and his eyes were blinking red and blue. Looking at the guys, she saw that Jax was giggling strangely and came over to look at Caine, and Kinger just looked and was perplexed. Rabbit, meeting with her gaze, shook his head, making it clear that he would not help in this. Girl sighed and cautiously approached the entertainer closer

- C-caine? Are you sick? Hey?

She shook him by the shoulder, hoping that he would come to his senses and, surprisingly, it helped. He quickly pulled away from them and cleared his throat, straightening his bow tie

- uh-sorry, friends. Go to the others, I have to sort something out!

A sharp wave and he quickly retreated, leaving the trio

- ..what was that just now?- girl asked awkwardly, looking at the guys

- Mm, I don't know, apparently the roof is going slowly..- rabbit chuckled thoughtfully

- Ah! -the Kinger shouted - is the roof coming?! Where?!

- In any case, Pomni , you're wearing Caine, and I'll help ladies with Kinger.

- Wh-what?! Why me?

- I don't know. Maybe it's a sign? -he involuntarily pointed to his eyes and smiled more

Pomni wanted to object, but realized that it was pointless and muttered

- Very funny. Where should I look for him at all?

- Not my problem. Come on, Kinger, let’s go

- what do you mean?! Hey! We were here together!

- I just suggested it. You don't have to look for him- Jax shrugged

The couple left. She was looking around in confusion, trying to figure out what to do.

- how am I supposed to find him anyway? I don't want to open all the doors again and get f[censorship]ked..ugh! Stupid censorship!

,,..what happened to him? Can he really become the same as kaufmo?..’’

Pomni became worried, remembering something that she and others met on the first day. She shook her head

,,no, nonsense. that's not going to happen..he won't be like that..isn't that right?..’’

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[sailorkamino]

While You Were Sleeping

relationships: alpha!buckynat x enhanced!omega!reader

summary: When you start sleep teleporting into your teammates room's Bucky and Natasha are jealous to say the least. When you finally end up in their bed there's less romance and more head injuries than they imagined.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: abo dynamics, protective/jealous buckynat, nightmares, reader gives herself a concussion, embarrassment, bed sharing, making out, pain medication, reader sleeps with a stuffed animal, platonic!steve x reader, some nsfw thoughts, beefy!nat

translations: zayka- bunny, malyshka- baby, dorogoy- darling

a/n: (me, unable to find an alpha buckynat fic) fine, i'll do it myself

Steve is animatedly talking to a barely awake Sam when the blonde is suddenly spun around by a strong hand on his shoulder. He had just enough time to recgonize the scent of his best friend before he threw a punch. “Buck, you can’t sneak up on me like that,” he groans. He tenses up again when he notices the brunet’s anger.

“Woah, did you fight with Nat this morning or something?” Sam asks, now perked up. Steve sighs loudly at his teammates' lack of filter as Bucky scowls. “No. I was noticing Steve’s scent,” Bucky answers darkly. Sam sniffs the air. “He smells the same to me. Is your super nose picking up something weird?”

Steve shuts his eyes in exasperation. “Sam. Just go get a coffee or something.”

“What? You practically dragged me out of bed at the ass crack of dawn and now-”

He stops abruptly at Bucky icy glare. “You know what, I am getting coffee. It’s too early for your drama,” he decides, exiting the gym with a non committal wave goodbye.

“Didn’t know you and Y/N were so close,” Bucky practically growls. He approaches a punching bag to keep from breaking his best friend’s face. Steve blushes, only adding fuel to his friends' anger. He raises his shirt to nose. “Do I smell like her? I took a shower this morning,” he wonders outloud. 

Bucky punches the bag so hard it goes flying from the ceiling, raining sand on the floor. Steve's eyes widen when he realizes Bucky didn’t even use his metal arm to do it. He quickly raises his hands in a surrendering position “Woah, it wasn’t like that! She sleep teleported into my room and I wasn’t gonna kick her out!”

Bucky turns to face him. “Sleep teleported?”

“Yeah, you know, like sleep walking but─"

“I get it Steve!” He snaps, running a hand through his dark locks. “I just don’t understand why she went to your room,” he mumbles, voice now much softer and a little insecure. He thinks of his and Natasha’s attempts to get you closer that he was sure were working. They even googled courting tips for fucksakes. Natasha is much better at flirting but Bucy is a good listener, remembering every little thing about you. If you liked Steve you would tell him… wouldn’t you?

The blonde raises a brow at his friend’s sudden vulnerability. “What do you mean?”

“I mean in this huge tower, with hundreds of places to end up, why did she go to your bed?”

Steve sighs in frustration, realizing the real reason for the brunet’s behavior. Jealousy. “I don’t know, Buck. She was asleep when it happened, it was probably completely random. I’m just glad she didn’t end up in the street or something.”

Bucky freezes at that, all the worst thoughts of where you could have teleported flooding his head. He’s suddenly grateful you wound up in bed with his best friend. How could he have been so selfish? And how can he protect you from your powers? Bondage? No, that’s just kinky. Maybe cyro? No, he won’t let you in one of those freaky test tubes. Too many bad memories.

“Buck? Buck?”

He’s snapped from his thoughts. “Huh?”

“I asked how long you and Nat have been sweet on Y/N?” Steve smirks.

Bucky feels himself blush. “What makes you think we’re sweet on her?”

“Well you tried to kill me a minute ago because you were jealous, did you forget about that?”

Bucky’s jaw ticks. Sometimes he forgets how much of an ass his best friend really is. “I wasn’t gonna kill you.” He shrugs, playing innocent. “I was gonna tell Nat you slept with Y/N and then let her kill you.”

“Steve what?” Natasha’s deep growl has both men freezezing in terror. Steve sends the brunet a pleading look. Bucky reaches out to his mate hesitantly, “now malyshka, it’s not what it sounds like.”

____

You’re having a nightmare but the pain is what wakes you up.

You’re on the floor and your head is throbbing and your heart is racing but wait, this isn’t your room? Where are you? Suddenly Natasha is in front of you, gently cupping your wet face. That’s when you realize you are in fact, crying. Well this is embarrassing. A sense of comfort washes over as you recognize the two familiar scents.

“Zayka, where are you hurt?” She asks as Bucky turns on the lamp so they can scan you for injuries. You shut your eyes at the sudden light. “My head.” The alphas share a panicked look. “Friday, health scan,” the redhead demands.

“Ms. Y/N has hit her head on the nightstand and is suffering from a grade one concussion. No emergency healthcare is needed. I suggest pain medication, rest, and icing the area of injury.” The AI answers in a soft volume.

“I’ll get the pills and ice,” Bucky decides, rushing out of the room. Natasha pulls you against her chest, mindful of your head. “It’s alright omega. We’ll take care of you,” she soothes. She suddenly raises from the floor without warning, making you cling to her in surprise, before she deposits you on the bed. She smirks at your dumbstruck expression. Despite the pain you’re in you feel your stomach churn at the show of strength.

“How’s the pain, baby doll?” Bucky croons, approaching the bed with full hands. You sniffle as he hands you some pills to take, washing it down with your favorite juice “Thank you, and not too bad. I’ve survived worse,” you answer, wiping your face. They look at you unconvinced.

The brunet sits on the bed beside you, “it’ll be easier to ice your head if you’re laying down.” Natasha is there to pull back the blankets for you even and tuck you in. Your heart flutters at their sweetness. Bucky gently places the ice pack on your head. You wince at the contact but sigh happily at the numbing effect. “Not too bad my ass,” Natasha scoffs.

You pout, trying to look serious but it’s hard in your current position. “It really isn't though. I’m just embarrassed I concussed myself. Plus I’m not wearing any pants.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Your pride?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“Yes I am. Frankly, I don't have a lot to lose.”

Natasha shakes her head as she sits on the other side of you. “As much as I love your sense of humor, we were a little too worried about your head injury to notice your underwear.” That’s a lie. They both got a flash of your pastel cotton panties. “I can get you some pants if it would make you more comfortable though.”

You shrug. “No it’s fine, I’ve changed in front of you on missions before. I’m not really body shy.”

They share a heated look. They’re very familiar with your confidence but now is not a good time to tell you that they regularly fantasize about said body. Natasha holds back any sexual comments, remding herself that you’re only in their bed hald dressed because you’re injured.

“Well if it makes you feel any better you have great legs,” Bucky mumbles, eyes widening at his own admission. Natasha is shocked but somewhat proud of her awkward boyfriend. He needs to work on timing but baby steps. You grin teasingly, “really? This coming from Mr. Muder thighs?”

Natasha, who’s now slipped under the covers beside you, lets out a deep chuckle. Bucky’s face burns an adorable shade of red making you smile once again. “Yeah, get in bed, murder thighs,” Nat teases. He scoffs but lays down beside you anyways.

Sandwiched between the two most gorgeous alphas you’ve ever seen you resist the urge to do a little celebratory dance. As much as you don’t want to leave you also feel like you’ve bothered them enough. You sigh before forcing the words out of your mouth.

"I guess I should be going back to my room now.”

They look at you as if you’ve just suggested committing a war crime. “Printsessa, you’re hurt. Don’t you think you should just rest here for tonight?" Natasha coos, gently taking your hand in her’s. The small affection is enough to make you momentarily forget your argument. Then Bucky is shuffling beside you, retrieving something from the floor.

“Plus you can't go anywhere without this little guy, right?”

To your horror, he’s holding your favorite stuffed animal. The one you fell asleep holding. “That’s… not mine,” you lie very convincingly. Nat raises a brow teasingly. “Really? ‘Cause it’s not ours.” You put on a show of fake concern. “Oh no, it’s… a bomb! I’ll defuse it!”

Bucky moves the plushie away from your reach. “If I give it to you, you have to promise not to teleport away.”

“You want me to stay here with a bomb?” You ask, determined to stick to your story.

“Omega, we both know it’s not a bomb,” Nat interjects, cupping your face so you’ll meet her eyes, effectively making your brain short circut. Your face burns under her touch. “I’ll stay,” you softly promise. The alphas smile triumphantly as Bucky hands you the toy.

“We’d never make fun of you, zayka. Everyone has their comforts,” Bucky soothes. “Really?” You ask, looking between them. “Of course. I have a safety blanket that I won’t let anyone use,” he confesses. Natasha hums beside you, "and I do ballet."

“Really? Could you teach me?” You ask, looking up at her with excited eyes. She thinks of the way she was taught and clenches her jaw. No, she’ll make it fun for you. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.” You beam at her sweet words just as a yawn escapes your lips.

Bucky places a large hand on your waist. “I think the pills are making you sleepy, doll. Why don’t you get some rest?”

“Wait, I need to ask you guys something.” You focus on the green dinosaur in your hands but you can feel their gazes burning into you. “I don’t think I can embarrass myself anymore so I’m just gonna come out and say it… do you want to go on a date with me?”

There’s a horrible silence for a moment. Bucky looks at his girlfriend with pure happiness but she’s more hesitant to accept your confession, considering you just suffered from a head injury then took strong pain medication. She sighs deeply. “Zayka, we should talk about this in the morning─”

You barely notice Bucky pressing himself against you, afraid you’re going to leave. You look at Natasha defiantly. “No. I might have a concussion, and be on drugs, and not wearing pants, but I know what I want! So if you’re going to reject me just go ahead and─”

Before he can stop himself, Bucky cups your jaw and turns your face to him, smashing his lips against yours. Nat raises her brow, hardly surprised by her mate’s impulsive behavior. Still she can’t help but groan at the two of you kissing. It’s even hotter than she imagined. When he finally pulls away your chest is heaving and you’re looking up at Bucky with big glassy eyes. You already look so wrecked from just a kiss.

“Did that feel like a rejection to you?” He teases in a gruff voice, bumping his nose against yours. You shake your head breathlessly. “Um, no, but I think I should get Nat’s opinion too.”

The red head smirks, leaning in slowly just to tease you. Just as you begin to pout she surges forwards and takes your bottom lip between her teeth. You gasp at the light sting but she quickly soothes it with firm kisses. Bucky squeezes your waist from behind, gently mouthing your neck. You shiver as she pulls back, blinking slowly. You clear your throat,

“Yeah. That checks out.”

They both grin at your dazed reply. “You’re adorable, pup,” Bucky coos sweetly. Natasha hums in agreement, cupping your cheek. “You should rest now, zayka. We can talk more in the morning.”

“And kiss?” You ask drowsily.

She smiles, gently running her fingers along your jaw. “Of course, omega.”

You clutch your toy in your arms and nuzzle against Natasha’s breasts, pulling Bucky’s arm around your waist. Your bare legs are intertwined underneath the warm blankets. The last thing you say is a soft and sweet, “night alphas,” before drifting off.

Both of their hearts pick up at the title. You had never called them that before. Bucky tucks his head into your neck. He inhales your scent to remind him that this is real and not a dream. The two most amaizng woman he’s ever known in bed with him just seems too good to be true. He feels Natasha moving and look to see her texting with one hand.

“What are you doing?” He whispers against your skin. “Just telling Steve that the three of us will be taking a sick day.” She responds quietly. Bucky smiles at the prospect of a lazy day with his girls. “You think of everything, malyshka.”

“I know.” She brags, placing the phone on the bedside table. “Friday, cancel all alarms and don’t let anyone in unless the world is ending.”

“We should order her some fancy stuff for her nest, you know, like from one of those special omega websites. Oh, and lots of stuffed animals,” Bucky excitedly plans as he looks at your peaceful face. Natasha reaches over you to stroke his arm,

“Relax, dorogoy. We’ll have our whole lives to spoil her.”

____

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[farity]

In the Red of Night, part 4

You saw a blur, heard a choked off sound.  And then Aemond had his hand wrapped around the man’s throat and was lifting him off the chair.  Your favorite reading chair.  That you would have to burn in the near future.

“Aemond,” you managed, your voice smaller than usual, and he turned.

His eyes.  They had gone even darker than before it that was possible, and his cheekbones, they looked like the skin had stretched sharply across them, red slashes across the pale skin.

The man made a sound and Aemond dropped him back onto the chair.  “You will never go near her again.”

His voice, usually soft, had a rasp to it that made you think of violence.  

And sex.

You shook your head, disgusted with yourself.  “How the hell are you here?”

The man, despite the circumstances, smiled at you.  “My dad bailed me out.  So I could see you.  I was,” he stopped, looked down at his limp cock, “I was getting ready for you.”

“Does your building have a way out the back?” Aemond asked.

You nodded.  “Stairs across from the lift.”

Without another word, Aemond lifted the man by the throat, and this time walked out your door.  He didn’t seem to be struggling as he carried a full grown man and you didn’t think, you just went after him.

“Stay home,” he said, and when you kept walking, he shook his head and cursed.  

You followed as he walked down, the man’s feet hitting every step as he clawed at Aemond’s hand, trying to free himself.  When you reached the back exit of the building, you watched as Aemond let the man fall to the ground.

“But I love you,” he rasped out, breathing heavily as he tried to reach for you.  “why can’t you see that?”

Aemond closed his eyes and you could see his fists at his sides, tightly closed in an attempt to calm himself down.

“I don’t care if you’ve been fucking this guy,” the man continued, “once you’re mine there will be no one else-”

You heard an animal growl and then, everything happened at once.  You’d never believed people when they said everything was like in slow motion.  Until now.

Aemond turned, and then he and the man were standing against the wall.  It looked for a few seconds like Aemond was talking in the man’s ear, but then-

Oh.

The man went limp and slid ever so slowly down the wall, and Aemond stayed with his back to you, his tall, lean form as still as the man was on the ground.

“Aemond.”

“I would tell you to stay back, but I already know you don’t fucking listen.”

The fear, the shock, the rush of being near Aemond, it all became too much and you burst out laughing.

And then Aemond turned around.

He ran a hand across his mouth but he didn’t wipe away all of it.

There was blood on his face, across his jaw, on the back of his hand.  And when you looked down, there was so much of it on the man’s throat.

You pressed a hand to your mouth, both to try and stop your laughter and in horror at the scene before you, and you felt like you were moving through water.  You looked back at Aemond, who took a step toward you.

“I do not mean you any harm.”

You shook your head, unable to form any words.  There was one in your head.  The only one that could possibly describe him, and yet you could not make it make sense.  

You’d seen the name on his credit card, of course, but the myths said his family was intertwined with dragons, not- not this.  And it was all bullshit, wasn’t it?  Bullshit the family had always encouraged because it served them.  Until it didn’t and now no one knew how many real Targaryens were left out there.  Some people even changed their last names and dyed their hair to pretend to be some distant relative.  Between the Targaryens and the Romanovs, there were always people wanting to be something they weren’t.  

You’d never asked Aemond about it, because a) he was quiet and kept to himself, and b) it was none of your fucking business if he was or wasn’t some long lost Targaryen.

“Are you going to say something?”

Aemond’s voice, the voice you knew from your conversations at your shop, snapped you out of your reverie.

You raised your hand and pointed to your jaw.  “You have some, uh, stuff, on your face.”

He nodded slowly.  “I will be back shortly.  Go back upstairs.”

He disappeared with the man and you did the only thing you could do, because he was already gone.

You went back upstairs.

* * * * * 

When Aemond knocked on her door, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect.  She had seemed to still be in shock and he sighed, cursing himself for adding to the horrible day she had already endured.  

She opened the door and stepped back to let him in.  "Do you even need an invitation?”

He shook his head.  

She closed the door behind him and locked it and he felt an absurd amount of relief.  “I want to know everything,” she said, and sat on her sofa, her hands folded primly on her lap.

He took the chair across from her.  “How much do you know about the Targaryens?”

She reached out to grab her water bottle and he saw that despite her poised and controlled appearance, her hands were shaking.

“I meant what I said earlier, I mean you no harm.” When her expression didn’t change, he felt a flutter of something.  Worry?  He wasn’t sure.  “I never have.”

She took a sip of water.  “I suppose if you did, I wouldn’t be around to tell the tale,” she said evenly.  “I know about Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wives,” she said, raising her eyebrows, then looked at him with wide eyes.  “Are you married to your sister?”

Aemond smiled, unable to help himself.  “No.”

“Are you named after Aemond the Kinslayer?” she asked next, and his heart sank.  

He said nothing, and she continued to look at him, and then smiled in disbelief.  “Didn’t he lose an eye or was that someone else?”

“Yes.”

She licked her lips and took a deep breath.  “Look, if you’re going to give me one word answers we are going to be here all night and I’ve already had a really shitty day, okay?”

He could see it happening.  What did they call it?  The five stages of grief or something?  She had been in shock, then there would be denial, anger, something else.  But she was right, he did owe her more.

“Yes, I did lose an eye when my cousin slashed my face during a fight.”

She said nothing.

“But when a vampire witch decided to turn me, she convinced me by healing my eye first.  Or creating a new one, I am not quite sure as all I remember is pain.”

She was so quiet, he feared she would never speak again, and he leaned forward.  When she jumped back, he immediately raised his hands.

“Please,” he said.  “I will tell you anything you want, but please know you have nothing to fear from me.”

“Are there others like you?  Like the vampire witch?”

“Not many, but yes.  She calls every once in a while.  She’s not happy I won’t go back to her.”

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.  “Why aren’t you with her?”

“Because she is . . . “ he thought about it.  “She wants power.  She thought she’d use me to get it.  Now I think it’s more like, no one leaves her, and I did, so she wants me back.  Probably so she can leave me instead.  Or kill me.”

She looked down at her hands.  “What did you do to that guy?”

Her voice was so quiet he was sure he wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for what he was.  “I think you know,” he said.

She stood, suddenly, “I want you to fucking tell me!”  

She was glaring at him, her breathing hard, her lips pressed together, and he wanted, he just wanted to wrap himself around her, to hold her, and he knew it was the last thing she would allow right now.

Aemond stayed where he was, but nodded slowly.  “I drained him of all his blood, then I disposed of his body where he will never be found.  If you will allow me, I will go through your bedroom and remove any evidence, otherwise, I would urge you to do it yourself.  We do not know who might know he was on his way here and-”

The water bottle hit him in the chest, splashing his face.  He didn’t move, and she grabbed a book and threw that next.  There were tears in her eyes and he sat there, watching as she worked herself up.  She was going to start screaming and he could not let her do that, so when she opened her mouth, he rushed to her and covered her mouth, holding her back against him.  

She screamed against his palm, grabbed at his hand to pull it away and screamed again when it didn’t move an inch.  

“I am sorry,” he repeated, holding her so that she wouldn’t hurt herself but she was relentless, kicking back at him and trying to turn in his arms, so he turned her around himself, and before he could stop her, she was pressing her mouth to his.

He grabbed her face to push her away, and instead found himself demanding entrance to her mouth.  She opened for him, so willing and warm, and her fingers were grabbing his sweater, pulling him closer.  She was mad to be courting disaster like this, but the taste of her was like golden honey on his tongue, coating the metallic remnants of blood.  

One moment of sanity made him surface and he pulled away.  She looked dazed, her mouth rosy and swollen, her hands still fisted in his clothes.  “No,” he breathed out.  “You don’t know what you want.”

“I’m not a fucking child,” she snapped and then closed her eyes.  “Fine.  Get out, then.”  she turned and took a step away from him.

Aemond cursed and reached out to grab her and pull her back and when she wrapped her arms around his neck he lifted her up and kissed her, one hand on her ass, the other on the back of her head, and began walking to her bedroom.

He felt her fingers delving into his hair, caressing his face as he continued to kiss her, placing her on her neatly made bed.  He managed to pull back, “tell me you want this, I need to hear the words.”

She let her head fall back, moaning in frustration.  “Really?  I thought I was being pretty obvious,” she panted, but she reached up to brush her fingertips along his jaw.  “I want you.  I’ve wanted you for a long time.” And then she sat up and pulled off her shirt, looking down at her breasts and her plain black bra.  When she looked back up at him, her eyes were wide and he could no longer resist her.

“I want you, too,” he murmured, “I haven’t wanted someone like this in-” he swallowed, and reached for her.

* * * * * 

For a moment, you thought he was going to leave, but then you felt him reach behind you, the clasp of your bra releasing and you shivered as he gently pulled the garment off of you.  You hadn’t been with anyone in a while, and you wished your bra was prettier, your breasts bigger, but then he was taking one nipple in his mouth and you forgot all about your imagined deficiencies because what he was doing with his lips and tongue was making your head swirl.  Again you sank your fingers into his hair, so incredibly soft, his skin so smooth, and arched against him, wanting more. 

He let go of your breast and began pulling down your leggings and underwear, and then you were bare before him.  Before you could start worrying about some other body image bullshit, he was pulling off his sweater and your mouth went dry at the sight of him.  

“It is rude to stare,” he said, and then leaned down to kiss you.

Fine, you thought, if you couldn’t look, then you would touch, and let your hands roam over his shoulders and back, feeling the power in his lean muscles.  You had dreamed of this, and feeling his skin against yours was even better than anything your imagination could come up with.  When he let his weight rest between your spread thighs, you felt him, hard against your belly, and rolled your hips.

Aemond gasped against your mouth, and you smiled before you reached for the button on his jeans.  He let you undo it and then shoved the rest of his clothes off before coming back to you.  “I do not get diseases, and I cannot get you pregnant, but I have thought about all the things I want to do to you,” he said,  “will you let me?”

You looked up at him, “anything,” you murmured, “everything.”

He raised an eyebrow, “I will remind you of that.”  And with that, he slid down and fastened his mouth between your legs.  His hands held your thighs open while you grabbed at the bedspread in desperation.  His tongue circled relentlessly, driving you higher and higher.  It was going to be fast and brutal, and as the lashings of pleasure began tearing through you, you moaned loudly, your legs shaking until you realized he was not stopping, he was not merely working you through your orgasm.  He was working you up to the next one.  

It was that realization that made you come a second time, and when he pushed two fingers inside you, you reached for his hair, unsure if you wanted to push him away or hold him in place.  It was all too much and yet you reached for more, letting Aemond do as he wanted, because whatever it is the he wished to do, you had no plans to stop him.

* * * * * 

Eventually he leaves her, trembling and panting on the bed, and he goes to clean up.  He doesn’t know her well enough to know what she is okay with, so when he comes back, he takes her in his arms and kisses her, feeling her soft and pliant against him.  He wants her so badly, wants to sink into her, and yes, wants to taste her blood as well.  Some other time, he tells himself, when she knows what she is agreeing to, when she is sure and not in shock from a vicious day.

He nudges at her entrance and she gasps, but reaches for him, her eyes still half closed.  When he begins pushing inside her, he needs a moment because she is so hot and swollen from all the stimulation that he nearly comes when he’s barely an inch inside her.  

“Aemond,” she says softly, and he looks down at her, the small smile on her lips, “do you want to drink from me?”

He goes very still.  She blinks a couple of times and he shakes his head, and pushes in further, making her gasp.  

He decides he will not drink from her now, and kisses her before she can offer again.  She feels amazing, and he has to restrain himself from simply burying himself in her in one thrust.  He wants to savor her, every little gasp and the way she bites down on her lower lip.  

“Please, Aemond,” she says, and he loses his restraint, snapping his hips.  She sinks her nails into his back and moves her legs up to wrap around his waist, pulling him in even deeper.  “God, yes,” she whispers, and he wants to tell her there are no gods, there never were, and he pulls back instead, almost until he is completely out of her, before he slams back inside her.  She moans, her face flushed, and he starts snapping his hips, watching her every reaction, letting the noises she makes feed the need inside him.

He can tell she is about to come, her unsteady breathing and the way she rocks her hips to meet him tell him she is almost there, so he reaches between them, his thumb finding her, circling on her slick flesh to drive her over the edge.  She cries out and he feels her clenching around him, her body arching off the bed, and he wants to feel every contraction, every tremor of her legs.  It is a soft graze of her fingers on his hand that undoes him, and he lets himself surrender.

* * * * * 

You awoke at your usual 4am, alone in your bed.

There were sounds coming from the living area and you quickly realized it was Aemond, probably on his phone.  You smiled.  He hadn’t left after all.  After you used the bathroom, you grabbed your robe and wrapped it around yourself before walking to the kitchen.

“Hold off for now, otherwise they’ll keep the price high.  I’ll talk to you later,” he said when he saw you and after clicking off the call, he smiled and stood in time to open his arms to you.  “Good morning.”

“Indeed,” you replied, raising your mouth to his.  He kissed you gently, caressing your cheek.  “I need to get ready for work,” you said, letting him pull you in.

He held you tightly for a moment, then kissed the top of your head.  “I will see you later, then.  I have a meeting so I have to run, but I will be in after.”

“Okay,” you replied.  

“Will you stay with me tonight?  Bring a change of clothes for tomorrow?”

You nodded, smiling, and let him kiss you before he left.

* * * * * 

Bailey was working with you this morning, and you went over the scary happenings of the day before.  “Okay, you are never closing by yourself again,” he said.

“I don’t think any of us should open or close alone again.”

A woman walked in, looking around with a smile on her face.  “This is so charming!” she said, and you couldn’t help but smile back.  “I’ll take a coffee, black, to go.”

“Anything to eat?  Our morning buns are freshly made,” you said.  The bag she carried cost about 10k dollars, you knew.  

“Oh no,” she laughed, “I’ve already eaten today.”  She reached in and pulled out a credit card, handing it to you.

You rang her up while Bailey handed her the coffee cup.  Looking down at the card, you read:

Alys Rivers.

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You Can't Follow your Heart if There's a Stake Through it chapter one

TW: stalking, kidnapping, captivity, obsession, death threats, fear of death, burns, muzzling, restraints, displayed dead body parts, delusional thinking, creepy whumper, human whumper, vampire whumpee, captive whumpee

After months of Jacob watching Rurik from afar, they were finally making eye contact. A lovely moment, truly a dream come true, and surely their lives would grow all the more happy the longer they spent in each other's company.

The love of Jacob's life stared up at him, stricken with panic and fighting against the leather padded silver restraints. Despite his disappointment, Jacob couldn't blame him for it. Rurik was, after all, muzzled and tied up in his own earth filled casket.

Jacob tucked a piece of hair behind Rurik's ear. It was softer than it looked, like Jacob was petting a rabbit. He ran his fingers through it a few more times, the first gesture of affection of many more to come.

"Shhh," Jacob whispered. "You're alright. I've got you. I won't hurt you. I must say, you're even more handsome up close."

Rurik tried to speak, but the large bit in his mouth harshly stopped his voice from escaping his curled back lips. He leaned away from Jacob's touch, still frightened despite his reassurances.

Rurik's fear hurt Jacob down to the marrow of his bones. All Jacob wanted to do was show him the love that had blossomed in his heart so long ago. But reason still meant something to him, and he realized that he wouldn't make any progress until Rurik felt he was on equal footing with him.

Vampires were all proud creatures. Narcissistic, vain, and prone to flattery. Being tied up and muzzled by a human must have been a humiliation. Jacob hated himself for putting Rurik through so much pain, even though it was necessary.

Jacob gently lifted his beloved's head to unfasten the bit, and set the wretched thing on the floor. Oh, how Rurik's fangs gleamed. Vampires were perfect killing machines, and never before had Jacob looked at one with such glee. Not even after staking dozens if not hundreds through the heart, listening to their screams with sick satisfaction.

"I'm sorry about that," Jacob apologized. "It's just that I didn't want you escaping. I won't muzzle you again if you behave yourself."

Rurik didn't answer. He moved his jaw, trying to adjust to the bit having been removed. His eyes flicked around the room, but he didn't look once at Jacob. His eyes widened as they came to rest on something behind Jacob- Jacob loved those cat like orange eyes, with their thin pupils and gorgeous lashes -and Rurik began struggling all the harder against his restraints.

Jacob turned to see what was bothering his beloved, fully intending to do away with it. His eyes met with his various "trophies" and he mentally kicked himself. He should have hidden the macabre display before opening Rurik's casket. He hastily threw a large blood stained towel of the glass display case, hiding the fanged skulls and other morbid curiosities.

"There," he said, looking down at Rurik, "is that better?"

Rurik shook his head wildly. Jacob couldn't find anything else in the room that could be bothering his love, so this confused him greatly. In all his years as a vampire hunter, he had never seen one looking so much like a frightened prey animal. Rurik must be deeply misunderstanding the situation.

"I am not going to hurt you," Jacob promised. "I love you. You don't need to be so frightened."

"Кто ты?" Rurik shouted, working himself into a panic as he failed to escape his shackles.

"I don't understand you," Jacob said apologetically. "Could you speak English? I know you know how."

It took Rurik a few minutes to calm down enough to speak properly. Jacob waited patiently, hating his inability to learn other languages. He had tried Russian, along with Spanish, Japanese, and German. But his brain was like a leaky bucket when it came to foreign words, let alone grammar and sentence structure.

Still, Jacob liked the way Rurik spoke, even if he didn't understand what was being said. He had such a lovely voice. It evoked such lovely shades of brown and gold, reminding Jacob of cattails growing on the banks of the river he grew up next to. A childhood lovely memory, brought to the surface by the colors of Rurik's voice.

Finally realizing that his struggle was useless, Rurik tried to curl up and make himself a smaller target, holding his arms tight to his chest.

"Who are you?" he asked.

After spending so long watching Rurik and becoming intimately knowledgeable about the inner workings of his mind, Jacob had forgotten that the love of his life didn't even know his name. But this could be quickly remedied. Surely as soon as Rurik gave Jacob a chance, he would fall deeply in love, just as Jacob had fallen in love with him.

"My name is Jacob Amity," he said, going back to stroking Rurik's mousy brown hair. "I love you, so you mustn't struggle. I know you must be shocked, but I've been planning this for such a terribly long time. Please be patient. I'll get you situated."

"Please don't kill me!" Rurik begged. "I haven't done anything."

Jacob growled in frustration. Rurik clearly wasn't listening. Why couldn't he just listen?! But as he gave the matter more thought. Jacob realized this was his fault.

Vampires from different parts of the world were divided into their own subspecies, all with different abilities and weaknesses. Rurik was Russian, and this made his position all the more terrifying. Being restrained in his burial casket made him vulnerable to Slavic practices of vampire slaying. Jacob had learned of these methods in obsessive detail.

A hawthorn branch driven through the vampire's heart while they slumbered, staking them to the soil of their grave. A brick placed in their mouth to keep them from biting as they fought to survive. Their head removed and placed between their legs, so that they could not heal from the decapitation. Finally, the casket sealed and buried as a final precaution.

Many people debated whether or not the vampires were really dead, or if they were simply sealed away in eternal torment, incapable of ever healing from their injuries. But Jacob couldn't care less about that. He realized now Rurik's intentions in how he positioned his arms over his chest, though they were still shackled to the casket. He was shielding his heart.

The sight filled Jacob with anguish. This hasn't gone according to plan, not one bit.

"If I let you up, will you try to run away?" Jacob asked.

"No- No, I will not."

Jacob withdrew a key from his pocket, and began undoing the shackles around Rurik's ankles. He removed them from the casket, and set them on his desk. He went to work on those around Rurik's wrists, leaving the cuffs in place but removing the chains holding him down.

The silver tucked away within the leather padded cuffs would keep Rurik from shape-shifting into mist or some wild beast, an obvious precaution when fear made him so flighty.

Rurik stood up, and Jacob gently brushed some of the grave soil from his back. Rurik flinched and bolted away. Without hesitation, he twisted the handle of the only door in the room. His shrieks of pain were the worst noises Jacob had ever heard, despite hearing similar screams from so many other vampires. Rurik clutched his horribly burnt hand, shielding it from further injury.

"That's silver," Jacob yelped. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I should have told you. I'm such a fucking idiot."

"Why am I here?" Rurik demanded. "Where is here? Who are you?"

Jacob knew he had made several serious blunders. How could he convince Rurik to love him now? It seemed so impossible. But surely, if Jacob had made it this far, he would succeed.

"My name is Jacob Amity," he said in a soothing tone. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry about the door and the restraints. They're necessary, just for right now."

Rurik stared at Jacob, his gleaming orange eyes meeting the dark brown of Jacob's. Jacob knew full well that the superstition that vampires could hypnotize people was a thing of pure fiction, but he felt it must hold true. How else to explain these feelings?

"Permit me to leave, Jacob Amity," Rurik ordered. "I need to return home."

"But I want to keep you here," Jacob pleaded. "Please stay. I know things haven't gone well so far, but I'll make it up to you. I love you, Rurik."

"We never met," Rurik growled. "You are vampire slayer and I want to return home."

"You don't get it," Jacob said, heart broken. "You really don't get it."

"Get it?" Rurik asked. Whether his confusion was over the odd English phrasing or over the true meaning behind the words, Jacob had no idea.

"I mean, you don't understand. I've been watching you for months. Finding out everything there is to know about you by following you. I knew you'd never love me unless I did something. You're right, I am a vampire slayer. But I would never hurt you. I want you to love me the same way I love you. You're a remarkable creature who has seduced me without even trying. Please don't try to leave me."

Surely Jacob baring his innermost feelings to his beloved would have them returned. Even a vampire couldn't be cold hearted enough to reject him after all the effort he put in. If it took hours, or days, or weeks, Jacob would make up for every misstep.

"You can't love me," Rurik said, backing himself into a corner of the room. "You can't love me. I am not seductress. I did not seduce you by mistake."

Jacob nearly started crying. How? How could he be so misunderstood? Was it a simple matter of Rurik being panicked and injured? Was Jacob not explaining himself well? Or, worst of all, did his love only view him as a threat instead of a devoted partner?

"I can kill you," Rurik said. "Bite you. You will bleed and die. I will return home."

So, he did view Jacob as a threat. What a horrible revelation. Jacob had no idea what he could do to make his intentions any more clear. Why was Rurik so stubborn? All Jacob wanted was to listen to his golden voice, braid his lovely hair, and show him any other kind of affection he could muster.

"You can't," Jacob explained. "That's the only door, and it's lined with silver. You can't change form, because of the silver in those cuffs. You can't leave. And if you kill me, the other vampire slayers here will kill you."

"Other vampire slayers," Rurik repeated, his chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. "Others? More?"

"Yes." Jacob nodded. "I want to keep you alive, so you have to stay here. This is my room in the stronghold. You're allowed here. If you leave, they will murder you. Only I can keep you safe."

Jacob grabbed Rurik's hands, careful not to cut himself on the sharpened claws. Finally being allowed to touch the love of his life filled him with heavenly joy. Rurik's hands were as cold to the touch as was expected of his undead nature. It reminded Jacob of flipping over his pillow in the night, tired of the warmth produced by his own body and enjoying the untouched chill of the flipside. Human blood ran too hot for his liking.

"I love you," Jacob repeated. "You may not know me, but I know you. Just give me a chance."

Finally coming to his senses, Rurik nodded, still staring at the door. He pulled his burnt hand away, and slipped it into the pocket of his jacket, leaving Jacob feeling guilty for having touched it.

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The song of the waves Dark!surfer!Thor x f!reader

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Warnings: none, for this chapter, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Thor seems the nice guy, but don't let yourselves fooled so easily. Also, English is NOT my first language, so if there are any further mistakes, I apologize. Enjoy! xxx

<- Ch.1

The plane trip seemed to last forever, but you had the chance to actually enjoy all this thing when you landed. As soon as your feet touched the sand, you inhaled deeply the salty air. The ocean was more beautiful than the pictures you saw on Google last night when you typed: Tavarua Island.

You finally persuaded your friends to walk to your hotel, and not to take a car, wanting to see the surroundings more.

When you stepped in the hotel, you could only ask yourself how much could all this trip possibly have costed. You tried to swallow the weird gut feeling you had, putting all your uncomfortableness on the theme it was a new place.

You unpacked, and arranged all your stuff on the cupboard in your enormous room. Tyler suggested you all stay inside, but you really wanted to go for a walk.

Despite your whole mood, you decided you were just paranoid and you left the hotel, walking and admiring the places. Your friends remained in their rooms, but you didn't care. It was too beautiful outside just to stay indoors, having tons of drinks and flirting with the hotel stuff, in your opinion.

You enjoyed the seagulls cranking, and the sound of the waves brushing the sand.

As you were walking around, you jumped when you heard a crack under your sneaker. It was a hermit crab, and you have cracked his peachy, almost skull-colored shell.

"oh, nooo..." you mumbled, picking him up. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry.." you whispered to the crab, hurrying to put it in a place where no one else could cause it more damage. You crouched down, your short dress reaching your thighs now.

As you were letting the crab go, you heard someone's step behind you. When you got up and turned on your heels, your face met a broad, muscular chest. Embarassed, you took a step back, finally looking at the man.

He seemed like a giant for you, and you felt so freaking infant in his presence. His piercing blue gaze made your words die in your throat, as you started fidgeting. He smiled, clearing his throat.

"Well, well...I haven't seen someone trying to save a poor creature so desperately." The man started. His voice sounded like thunder, deep and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

You looked down, cheeks flushing as you mumbled back akwardly "yeah, I-I...I like animals..."

He nodded in response, as he looked down at you. "I haven't seen you around before..." he declared, as you clenched your jaw, feeling his gaze burning holes through your skin.

"Y-yes, I'm on vacation with my friends" you admitted. You told him your name, as he hummed.

"I'm Thor. This island is quiet and we're not so many around... I live here, little one, I know everything" you blushed slightly at the nickname. "Maybe I can show you off this place, later today." Thor suggested. You nodded, as you opened your mouth to thank him. "We will come, sure..." You said. He arched his brows and asked "We...?" You nodded as he clenched his jaw, a possible hint of jealousness in his expression. "Y-yes, me and my friends...the ones I came with..." Thor looked at you deeply again, as a smirk curled his lips, but haven't reached his eyes. "Very well then, see you later, little one.."

You looked at him as he went further, putting on his suit and going in the ocean with his board. You started re-loading the conversation in your brain, as you returned to your hotel. All of a sudden, something else hit your mind. "Thor..." you thought "what an unusual name..."

You tried to fight the urge to ghost him and not come with your friend tonight, but he was just being nice....right?

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As Thor got in the water, he couldn't think of anything else besides you.

You were so innocent, so pure in your little dress, hair dancing in the wind. He groaned as he remember your legs, how the dress cupped your breasts perfectly, how sweet your smile was.

He felt himself getting harder, at the thought of you moaning his name, under him, bearing his children, having you all only to himself. From the moment he saw you walking on the beach, he wanted you, needed to have you. You were the one he wanted.

And he WILL have you, no matter what.

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