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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Follow You Anywhere 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You’re online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: back again.

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You enter your apartment. It doesn’t really feel like yours anymore. That man, that gargantuan invader, has tainted your safe space. You keep your head down as you brush by Sy. He reaches to squeeze your wrist and promptly lets you go. 

You cringe as you march stiffly down the entryway. 

“Thank you, officers,” he says, “sorry to trouble ya like this. You have a good one.” 

“You too, sir,” one responds, “hopefully your homecoming gets a bit warmer.” 

The door shuts and you flinch. You stop in the living room, shoulders sloped, head down. You can’t stop the shaking. You hear him coming as Aika sits obediently in the corner. You glance at the dog, you don’t think she can help, you don’t know that she would. She’s loyal to her owner. 

Sy stalks into the front room as you cower, wring your hands in front of your chest. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. Instead, you watch his shadow as he fumes and paces around. He exhales, small mutters you can’t discern. Circling around and around then suddenly stomping towards you. 

You whimper and your eyes flick up as you take a step back, eyes watery with fear. He stops, just an inch away, chest puffing with fury. You bat your lashes as you wait, for what, you don’t know. For him to do something, anything. 

“How could you hurt me like that, sweetie?” He hisses. 

“I... don’t know--” 

“You hide from me. Scare me, like that?” His voice rises, quaking as you hear him struggling to control it, “call the f—the cops?” 

He can’t keep his voice from booming. He’s so loud. Like thunder crashing down around you. 

“After all I did for you, you treat me like a monster. Actin’ all scared like I’d ever hurt you!” He snarls, “I wouldn’t, sweetie, and you know it. What did I ever do to make you think that, huh?” He starts to pace again, throwing his hands out as he rants, “I told you—I'm not a bad man! I’m not! I wouldn’t hurt you!” He barks as Aika puts her head down, eyes on her own, “but you hurt me. You. Hurt. Me.” 

He growls and his nostrils flare as he comes back around it front of you. You peek at him from beneath tear-webbed lashes. Your heart thrums in your ears and your chest thumps. He raises his hand and you wince as he smacks himself in the head. You cry out in horror as he does it again, each time harder than the last as he continues his angry prowl. 

“Sy!” You squawk. 

He snarls again and beats himself with both hands, “maybe I deserve it, huh? This is what you want. For me to hurt.” 

“No, I--” you heave as a sob bubbles up your throat. You don’t like violence. You never wanted this. You just want him gone. To be left alone. 

He roars and throws his fist around, hitting the flower lamp off the end table. It flies off and the cord snags, sending it shattering to the floor. You whine and put your knuckles to your lips, horrified as he continues his fit. He grabs the table next, hurling it with one hand as if it weighs nothing. The draw slips out and the continues scatter. 

He spins again, puffing and panting, his face red and furious. He storms towards the opposite wall and before you can understand what’s happening, he bashes his face against it. He staggers back, grips his head and blindly stumbles around. 

You stand, dumbfounded, as he falls onto the couch. He sits and hangs his head, gripping it between his large hands. He breathes loudly as he leans his elbows on his knees. Your tears spill out as you hug yourself and sniffle. 

You babble as you feel something against your leg. You look down as Aika nuzzles against you. You reach down to touch her snout. She licks your palm and you turn your attention back to Sy. You’ve never witnessed anything like that. You never ever wanted to hurt him. You pity him more than anything, he seems so lost. 

You suck in a breath and swipe the wetness from your cheeks. You drag your foot forward as Aika stays close. You back up and go through to the kitchen. You take a clean dishcloth from the drawer and wet it under the faucet. You’re buzzing with adrenaline. You don’t know what you’re doing. 

You cross the room to Sy as his breaths huff in and out. You can see the blood on his forehead as he nears. You hesitate, furling and unfurling your fingers before you touch his muscled shoulder. 

“Sy,” you say softly. 

He ignores you, fingertips curling into his skull, “so stupid...” you make out the words under his breath. 

You squeeze him as Aika pokes her head under his arms and noses him from below. He sits up and scratches her head. He wobbles as his foggy eyes come into focus. He looks at you, a gash on his forehead and another across the bridge of his nose. You try not to react as you offer the wet cloth. 

He considers it and takes it with a sigh. He dabs at the blood on his face as he watches you. You bring your palms together, rubbing them nervously, as you bounce on your feet. 

“Thanks,” he mutters as Aika nudges his hand for more pets. He looks between you and the dog, “I-- I’m sorry. I let you down. Both of you.” 

He stands up and you back away, folding your hands over your chest as you make yourself small. He holds the cloth against his nose and grunts. He scowls and turns away. You don’t move as he marches to the bathroom. The door snaps shut just as Aika reaches it. You hear the lock click. 

You bite your lip and slowly glance towards the entry way. You stare. You could try again but to what end. Blair wouldn’t let you back in after you brought that chaos into her world and the police won’t do anything more than blame you again. 

Maybe it is your fault. Sy means well... 

No, no! He doesn’t belong there. This is your life.  

Aika’s paws pad down the hall and she sits by the door. She knows what you’re thinking it seems. Doesn’t matter, you have nowhere to go and no one to go to. 

You pivot carefully, searching for a distraction. What can you do now? You’re too addled to sit down and work or even hide away in the bedroom under the covers. You walk a circle around the room and stop yourself. You look at the wall, a smear of blood and a dent left by his collision. 

You return to the kitchen and grab a paper towel. You come back to wipe away blood. When you get most of it out, you start to clean up the rest of the mess. The lamp is broken. You put the shards in a box and leave it by the door. Then you gather up the random pens and notebook and right the table before tucking it all back in the drawer. 

As you stand up, you hear another click. You peer over as Sy appears. His shirt is gone. The cuts on his face are no longer bleeding but his eyes are still blazing. You gulp as his jaw tenses. 

“I’m sorry I broke your lamp,” he utters dully. 

You wet your lips with your tongue, “Do you want some tylenol?” 

His eyebrows arch and his cheek ticks. He nods slowly, “yes, sweetie.” 

You try to smile and your mouth quivers. You retreat and go to fetch the bottle of pills and some water. When you come back, he’s on the couch again.  

“Head sure does hurt,” he says as he accepts the glass and the tablets. 

You hum and nod. He throws back the pills and drains half the glass. He set the cup down and leans back, once more holding his head. 

“Do you think... maybe you should see a doctor?” You suggest. 

“I’m fine,” he growls, “got worse over in the sh—in the war.” 

You scrunch up your lips and twiddle your fingers. He drops his hands and brings his head straight. You fidget as he takes you in, his eyes narrow and his expression pained. He waves you closer, “come here.” 

You stop moving. You’re completely still as you stare him. His brow lowers dangerously. You near him reluctantly, wary of riling him again. 

“I’m sorry I yelled, sweetie,” he takes your hand and leans forward to kiss your knuckles, “I was worked up. I thought—I was crazy. I thought I lost you, you know? But I get it. You wanted to see your friend and she... she put her nose in our business and called in the cops, huh? Jealous, I bet.” 

You blanch. That’s not the truth. That isn’t what happened at all. You won’t argue. 

“Yeah,” you let him cling to your hand, “I think she was just worried because she didn’t recognise you. I’m... I’m sorry.” 

He looks up at you and his lips curve, “I know you’re sorry, sweetie,” he tugs on you, “but we’re all good now, aren’t we? I got you, you got me, everything’s as it should be.” 

He moves you and you let him. You know better than to break the illusion again. He angles you onto his lap and your body locks up. He hugs you to him, a hand on your leg, his other arm across your back. He purrs as he holds you close, leaning back as the tension seeps from him. 

“Just like this, sug, me and you,” he grits. 

🧸

You escape Sy’s embrace for the excuse of making breakfast. The task helps you keep your fears at bay though his presence looms just on the other side of the wall. Your helplessness is starting to feel like acceptance as the last of your denial dissipates. This is real. You are trapped. 

You plate up a heaping plate of bacon and eggs. You scrape butter onto toast and bring it out to the table. You teethe your lip as you stand in the archway of the front room. 

“Food’s ready, Sy,” you squeak. 

He sits up and groans as he stretches. He stands, towering over you as he looks even broader without his shirt. Somehow you keep forgetting how big he really is. 

He crosses the room and you scurry back to the kitchen. You hear him pull the chair out as you grab your leftover french toast and bring it out. You’re not very hungry, in fact you feel sick to your stomach. Still, you know you have to play along. 

That sound, the one of his head hitting the plaster, keeps replaying in your head. You hate it. As much as he scares you, as much as he’s a stranger, you don’t want to be the reason he’s hurt. You stare at your plate glumly as you cut into the cold eggy bread. 

“Thank you, sweetie,” he undercuts your gloom with his bright tone, “sure smells good.” 

You glance up, poking at the toast with your fork, “sorry, all I had was turkey bacon.” 

“S’all good,” he tears a strip in half and takes a bite. 

You muster a smile and drop your gaze back to your food. You take a bite of the stale, syrupy bread. You chew mechanically, bite by bite, and choke it all down. You think of how he might react if you let the food go to waste. He paid for it after all. At least the berries add a bit of flavour. 

“You should make a video today,” he says abruptly. 

Your eyes flick up and you blink, “oh, uh, maybe not today--” 

“Your followers will be wanting to check in, won’t they? You can’t leave them hanging.” 

“Um, well, I’ll think about it later---” 

“You know, sweetie, like I said, you got me through some tough days. You’re all I had out there. Who knows, maybe there’s others who feel the same, you know?” He scoops up eggs on his fork and hovers them over the plate, “and you’re special. The world needs more of you.” 

“Thanks, er, I’m just... tired is all.” 

“Well, you wouldn’t be so tired if you hadn’t snuck out to the couch, huh?” He challenges. 

You’re surprised by the admonishment. You wince and give a shrug, “yeah, I guess--” 

“I could help ya with the video. We could do something fun. Maybe... we could go for a walk with Aika. She loves the wilderness. Specially when there aren’t bombs hidin’.” 

You look down guiltily. You don’t blame him for wanting out of his old life. For being so excited to be away from the chaos. And you feel worse because you’ve taken all you have for granted. Each time he talks, he reminds you of your ignorance. 

“I guess... that sounds nice,” you sniff. 

“Sounds perfect to me,” he swallows his mouthful, “walking around with my girls, showing ‘em off.” He grins, “couldn’t ask for anything more.” 

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[stevie-petey]

episode six: the monster

Steve’s looking at you now and you can see all the cuts and bruises on his face. You want to wipe all the blood away, to stitch him up and place him somewhere safe so that nothing else can hurt him. You want to do all of this and more as he stares at you and silently begs you to stay, but you can’t. You shake your head at him and once again his mask slips; he’s just a scared teenage boy. You want to reach out, to grab his hand and remind him that he’s good, but you don’t.

summary: so nancy and jonathan are a Thing now and you really just need a good nap, the three of you go shopping for monster hunting supplies (which honestly isn't the weirdest thing you've done this week), an old man sells you a sentimental knife, and steve kind of accidentally kidnaps you with a sexy black eye.

rating: general, slight violence and a lot of cursing though

warnings: blood, fem!reader, use of y/n, use of the word "queer" in a negative way, steve being an asshole

words: 8.1k

before you swing in: hey guys ! sorry for the delay in updates. finals season took me OUT and then life kinda happened and suddenly i was hiding out from my roommate turned middle school bully ??? idek. anyways, here's chapter 6 which features the iconic alley scene and some very sentimental stevexreaderxjonathan scenes (theyre a mess). enjoy !

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“Geesh, you’re not a sleeping beauty.”

Dustin’s face greets you when you open your eyes. He’s hovering over you as the morning light streams through your curtains with a determined glint in his eyes. 

“What–?” Your brain hasn’t caught up with what’s going on quite yet, still half asleep. 

“Wake up! I’m going to Mike’s so we can all talk about yesterday and I promised to keep you updated, so… Here’s me updating you.” 

Hearing Mike’s name is what causes you to fully wake up. Mike. The Wheeler’s. Nancy. Steve seeing Jonathan with her on her bed. You quickly sit up and knock your head against Dustin’s, causing the boy to yelp.

“Ow! What is wrong with you?”

“Sorry,” you say, rubbing your head as your brother glares at you. “Wasn’t intentional, honest. Can you wait like twenty minutes so I can get ready? I wanna come with, I think Jonathan spent the night there and I need to talk to him.” 

Your brother frowns. “Why would Jonathan spend the night at Mike’s?”

“I’d really rather not talk about it.” You say, hoping it’ll be enough of an explanation for him.

Dustin studies you for a moment and you really hope that last night’s events aren’t written all over your face. Somehow, everyone seems to know what you’re thinking and feeling before you even do. 

“Fine,” he concedes, but as he leaves your room he calls over his shoulder, “I’m taking the last of mom’s pancakes though!”

You flop back onto your bed, throw a pillow over your face, and groan. Looks like you’re stuck with a banana for breakfast again. 

When you eventually manage to make your way into the bathroom and shower, your bones ache from pure exhaustion. As the warm water runs over your body, you’re not quite sure if the ache is more emotional or physical. Probably a mix of both. 

You can’t remember how you made it home last night, but slowly it comes back to you in flashes. 

Steve and his wonderful boyishness that has become a breath of fresh air to you. The way he greeted you so excitedly, how he had been worried about Nancy.

Nancy, who you had left alone with Jonathan because of your own pathetic feelings. The girl Steve Harrington is obviously in love with. The same girl Jonathan, your Jonathan, is beginning to fall in love with. 

Then you remember the hurt in Steve’s eyes when he saw Nancy and Jonathan together on her bed. The water suddenly burns and you gasp out in pain and adjust the temperature. 

You know that Jonathan would never do something like that, try to get with someone in a relationship, but lately it’s felt like you don’t really know him like you used to. 

Distantly you remember what Steve had said to you, how he’d seemed so hurt on your behalf, that Jonathan had “everything he could possibly want” when it came to you. Steve claimed you deserved better. You vividly remember that part, the way he said it with such certainty and sincerity that it had made your heart stutter for a brief moment. 

Dustin’s pounding on the bathroom door breaks you from your thoughts. “Dude, hurry up!”

You yell at him that you’ll be out in a second and nearly slip and die as you hurry to get out of the shower. For someone who swore last night not to let stupid boy drama not get in the way of finding Will, you’re really bad at doing it. 

As soon as you’re dressed and ready, you and Dustin bike to the Wheeler’s.

Mrs. Wheeler, as usual, answers the door and lets the two of you in. Dustin heads towards the basement door, but before he goes down you tap on his hat to stop him. 

“Remember what we talked about last night, okay? Friendship, it’s always worth it.” You tell him, and he gives you a nervous smile. He thanks you, takes a deep breath, and then heads downstairs. 

Once Dustin leaves you make your way upstairs towards Nancy’s room. You haven’t been there in years, so you secretly hope you’re remembering the Wheeler’s layout correctly. With every step you take closer to the girl’s room, your heart pounds within your chest. You feel the same wave of nausea that you felt last night. 

When you reach her door, you take a deep breath, just like Dustin had earlier, and will yourself to knock. You’re not sure what you’ll find on the other side of the door, or if you even want to know, but you remind yourself that you’re doing this for Will. 

It’s all for Will. 

You hear rustling in Nancy’s room after you knock, followed by a quiet “hide!” and a loud thud that you presume to be Jonathan. In another life you’d laugh at the situation, but hearing their frantic hiding only makes your nausea worse. 

“It’s just me,” you say through the door, somehow managing to find your voice. It’s weak and frail, but they seem to hear you regardless. 

“Y/N!” Nancy sighs in relief when she opens the door. “God, I thought you were my mom.”

“Bug?” You hear Jonathan’s inquisitive voice, and when you poke your head into the room you see half of his body wedged underneath Nancy’s bed. He gives you a sheepish wave and you find yourself suppressing a laugh. 

You let yourself into the room. “Great hiding place, bee. Mr. Wheeler would definitely never find you there.”

Nancy’s eyes suddenly widen. “Oh, we didn’t– it’s not like that, I promise. Jonathan was gonna sleep on the ground, but I was scared and I guess we just… Yeah.” 

You notice the way she desperately avoids your eyes, almost as if out of guilt. Jonathan is no better, his head ducked in shame as he also can’t quite reach your eyes. When he finally manages to, his smile is a hesitant one. “Her bed wasn’t the same as the bean bag, bug.” 

His words are meant to be a sort of peace offering between the two of you, you know this by the way Jonathan’s voice is soft and unsure. He knows he’s crossed an unspoken line between the two of you, and you’re too tired to argue. 

“Yeah, I’m sure it wasn’t.” You offer him your hand, which he gladly accepts, and you help him up from underneath Nancy’s bed. 

Nancy watches the two of you and the way you immediately fall back into your comfortable familiarity together. Jonathan stands slightly in front of you as he always does, he hasn’t let go of your hand just yet. You stroke your thumb across his fingers that are interlocked with yours. 

She clears her throat, sits down on her bed, and motions for you to join. “So, I guess you’re here for a reason.”

You gently remove Jonathan’s hand from yours and sit next to Nancy while he’s left to awkwardly stand before the two of you. “Well, yeah. You guys kinda disappeared on me last night.”

Nancy and Jonathan exchange an uneasy look, which only leaves you feeling uneasy as well. Jonathan walks over to her side so that now he’s standing behind her as she sits on the bed. “I’m sorry, bug. It’s just… well, last night was fucking terrifying.” 

“What happened?” You ask, now discarding your confusing feelings. Out of habit you find yourself scanning over their bodies for any injuries, just in case the two of them need any care. 

“The monster… we found him.” Nancy whispers. She tries to explain more, but the memories seem to come crashing back and she shudders. Without thinking, you grab her hand and try to steady her nerves; she smiles.

Jonathan sees Nancy’s fear and steps in to explain. “After you left yesterday, we searched the woods like we planned. We walked around for hours and found nothing, but then we found a dying deer and before we could kill it…” 

“Something dragged it into the woods.” Nancy finishes. 

You hold your breath, now very relieved you hadn't joined them last night.

Jonathan continues. They’d been separated as they looked for the deer and suddenly he could hear Nancy screaming for help, but no matter where he ran he couldn’t seem to find her. 

“I followed the sound of her voice, it was like she was right there, but she wasn’t.” 

Nancy sits stoically next to you, her eyes have glazed over. You feel horrible for her, and you vaguely remember something that Dustin had told you about the Vale of Shadows

The Vale of Shadows is a dimension that is a dark reflection or echo of our world. It is a place of decay and death. A plane out of phase. A place of monsters. It is right next to you, and you don’t even see it.

Slowly you piece it together. “Nancy, could you hear Jonathan, too?” 

She nods. “I was in the woods, but I wasn’t… I don’t know, it was– it was different there. Cold, I remember it was cold.” 

“And it was just like home?”

“What…” Nancy looks even more scared now. “How did you know that?”

You glance at Jonathan, worried that what you’re about to say will cause a reaction. “Will said the same thing when El was able to communicate with him.”

“Wait a minute,” Jonathan interrupts. “Nancy was in the… the Upside, or whatever Mike and them call it?”

“The Upside Down,” you confirm.

Nancy shudders once more. “I think that the monster lives there, feeding on that deer. So if Will and Barbara are there…” 

She doesn’t need to finish the sentence for you to understand what she’s getting at. Anything that feeds on something as big as a deer is fucking terrifying. If Will and Barb are really stuck in that dimension with the monster, then all your cautioning towards Dustin about getting his hopes up makes you feel ill. 

Will and Barb are basically trapped in that monster’s hunting ground. 

“My mom said she talked to Will.” Jonathan reminds the two of you. “And Y/N, the boys claim that El can still find him wherever he is. If he’s alive, there’s a chance that Barbara is, too.”

“He’s right, Nancy.” 

Nancy shakes her head. “But that means she’s trapped in that place.” 

“Look, this may not sound reassuring, but we have El and the boys. They’re smarter than the three of us combined.” Nancy and Jonathan look at you like you’re insane. “I know they’re young, but they’ve uncovered more than we have within the same amount of time. They’re the reason why we know about the Upside Down, and as we speak I’m more than certain that they’re out there right now trying to find a gate to the Upside Down.”

You take a deep breath. “Now, do I think they’ll find it? Absolutely. But do I fear they’ll find something even worse along the way? Also absolutely. But right now we need to focus on finding the damn thing so we can kill it and protect the kids in the meantime. If we do this right, we can eliminate any possible threat so that when the boys inevitably find another way into the Upside Down, we can just walk in and save Will and Barb.” 

While Jonathan still looks at you like you’re crazy, Nancy clenches her jaw and nods at you. “We have to find it again.” 

Despite how obviously terrified she still is, Nancy’s bravery impresses you. In a way, you suppose that Mike gets his unyielding loyalty from her, which if someone had told you that last week, you would’ve laughed in their face. 

But now? 

You’re relieved to have someone like Nancy Wheeler in your life, even if her presence has created some issues that you never would’ve thought possible. For better or for worse, she’s fiercely loyal and determined, just like you. 

Jonathan studies Nancy, clearly still worried about what she went through last night. “You wanna go back out there?”

The thought of her going back into the Upside Down makes you nervous. “Do we necessarily have to send Nancy back there? Can’t we just like, I don’t know, summon the thing? It clearly likes hunting for food in this dimension.”

“‘Hunting for food…’” Nancy mumbles to herself. She knits her brows together, seemingly drawing some conclusions. “When I saw it, it was feeding on that deer.”

“Poor deer,” you whisper, and Jonathan shakes his head at you to shut up. 

“Meaning it’s… it’s a predator, right?”

“Right.” Jonathan says while you go “Unfortunately.”

Nancy is on a roll now, her usually confident demeanor now back. “And it seems to hunt at night, like a–like a lion or a coyote.” She grabs a textbook that had been discarded on her bed and flips to a page showing other dangerous predators.

“But don’t most predators hunt in packs?” You ask, which has been something on your mind recently. Sure, you know there’s a monster, but how can you be sure there’s only one?

Nancy bites her lip. “Yeah, but for some reason this thing is always alone… like a bear.”

“Honestly, I’d take a bear over whatever the hell we’re dealing with here.” Jonathan once again shakes his head at you, but you wave him off. “Let me lighten the mood, damn.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Nancy smiles at you, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes before she continues explaining. “Jonathan, remember at Steve’s, when Barb cut herself?”

For a brief moment you see guilt flash across his face at the mention of that night at Steve’s, the photos he took, and he meets your eyes. “Yeah, I remember.”

“And then, last night, the deer…”

Now you’re beginning to understand. “There was blood, wasn’t there?”

“There was,” Nancy now flips to a page about sharks, which you can’t help but frown at. Maybe you really weren’t following along. She begins to ramble about how sharks can detect the smell of blood from a quarter mile away. 

“I thought I escaped all this science stuff when I tagged along with you guys instead of the boys,” you mumble, trying your best to follow along. 

“The thing can detect blood, bug.” Jonathan clarifies. 

“But it’s just a theory,” Nancy corrects, now turning around so that she can face him. 

They stare at one another, almost as if they’ve now synched together and created a world outside of yours, and once again you feel like there’s no room for you here anymore. 

“We could test it.” Jonathan says, still staring deeply into her eyes. “But if it works…”

“At least we’ll know it’s coming.” 

You notice how Nancy leans in close to Jonathan, more than she once did before, as if he’s her only source of support after what happened last night. In a way, you suppose that now he is. He was the only one there last night when the monster almost got her; they went through something horrible together. 

Something that creates a bond like no other. 

Suddenly Nancy’s door rattles, causing you to jump in her bed while she grabs for Jonathan’s hand. You don’t hear the exchange between her and her mom, too busy reeling over the fact that Jonathan’s fingers are interlocked with hers. 

Jonathan, the boy so against physical touch that the only person he lets hold his hand is you, which took almost a year of friendship to even make him comfortable with. Now here he is, holding Nancy’s hand after only a few days. 

Your heart hurts. 

You know it’s pathetic to be so upset over a natural reaction. Nancy has been through something traumatic and Jonathan had been the one there for her, so naturally she reached out for him. While you know it doesn’t mean anything, it still fucking hurts. You’ve always been secretly elated by the fact that you were the only one who received Jonathan’s affection, his forehead kisses and hair ruffles and his hugs. 

Holding his hand has become second nature to you, long familiar now with the way his fingers feel between yours. 

And now they’re between Nancy’s. 

“Y/N? You still with us?”

Nancy waves a hand in front of your face, and suddenly you’re aware of how long you’ve been staring at the two of them. “Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m here… still here.” 

“You alright, bug?” Jonathan asks, now a bit worried about you. 

“Peachy!” You try desperately to make your voice light, but the nausea that hasn’t left you since last night once again threatens to make you sick. “Enough about me, though. What I’m hearing is that we need to buy some monster hunting supplies. I mean, unless we plan on beating it with my humor.”

You wink at them, and while Nancy seems reassured by your bravado, Jonathan knows better. He raises his eyebrows at you and tilts his head and you know he’s asking what’s really going on? and all you can do is shake your head in a please don’t ask any more questions or I will sob right here right now way that only he can understand. 

Nancy doesn’t notice this exchange and instead gets up from her bed. “Well, if we’re going shopping for supplies then I should get ready. Y/N, I’m sure my mom will give you some pancakes if you ask.”

Right on cue, your stomach rumbles. “Thank God she loves me. I’ll smuggle some up for you, bee.” 

He thanks you before you and Nancy exit the room. She heads for the bathroom while you make your way downstairs.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you’d gone upstairs!” Mrs. Wheeler greets you and immediately you’re handed a steaming plate of homemade blueberry pancakes. 

Mr. Wheeler huffs. “Do we have to feed the entire neighborhood?”

“Good morning to you too, Ted.” 

The man glares at you as you thank Mrs. Wheeler for the food. You make up a quick lie about working on an assignment with Nancy and that you’d prefer to eat in her room so you can finish up an equation you’d been in the middle of. 

“So, may I bring it upstairs?”

“Well…” Mrs. Wheeler purses her lips, not too keen on the idea. 

You give her your best and most parent pleasing smile. “I promise I’ll be careful, not a drop of blueberry will get anywhere. Scout’s honor!”

“Oh, alright. But please tell Nancy that this will only be a one time thing”

“Of course, Mrs. Wheeler.”

You leave her alone with a grumbling Mr. Wheeler and a fussy Holly.

–

Nancy is still in the bathroom when you return and Jonathan is awkwardly sitting on her bed, looking around the room as if he’s in some foreign land. 

“Ya know, I’ve never been in a girl’s room before.”

“Gee, thanks.” You scoff at him, setting the plate of pancakes down on Nancy’s desk before digging in. You’re starving. 

“That’s not what I meant, bug.” He flashes an apologetic smile. “Your room is just… Well, it’s not very girly, is it?”

If you hadn’t promised Mrs. Wheeler you’d be careful with the food upstairs, you would’ve thrown a piece of pancake at Jonathan’s face. “Dude, shut up.”

“Shit, sorry.” He makes his way over to the desk and wraps his arms around you as he always does. “What I meant is that this room is so pink, while yours has more comics than I can count.” 

“Don’t forget Spidey posters,” you say with a mouthful of food while simultaneously handing a piece to him. “Anyways, I like pink. I think this room is lovely, honestly. I wanted to paint mine this color when we first moved, but Dustin said if I painted the room pink then he’d never hang out with me in there. Alas, I forfeited.” 

Jonathan laughs and accepts the pancake. “Him and the boys have you wrapped around their little fingers. You know that, right?”

You lean against him, relishing in the feeling of his strong chest against your back. “Mmm, I know. I’m a sucker for those idiots.”

Jonathan tightens his hold around you and draws you deeper into his chest. “I know, it’s what I love the most about you.”

His words are like ice against your skin and suddenly his arms feel suffocating around you. 

You clear your throat and lean forward to lessen his hold on you. “Right, well. You just love it because they listen to me and you can round them up better when I’m around.”

“It’s not just because of that, bug.” Jonathan draws you in again and you’re too weak to fight it. He rests his chin against your head. “I love how you love those around you.” 

The air has become thick between the two of you. 

The way you love people terrifies me, Jonathan’s words from a few days ago echo within your head.

So what’s the truth? Why is he saying all of this?

“Bee,” you bring your hands up and hold onto the arms that are still securely around you. You’re not sure what exactly you want to say, how to explain the warmth you feel for him that simmers within you when he says your name or the way it turns into a furious boil when he looks at Nancy like she’s the damn moon. “You promised you’d call last night.” 

“I know–”

“I was worried about you.”

“And then I ditched you.”

“Again, might I add.”

You put her first, you think.

Jonathan sighs and places a kiss against your hair. “I know.” 

A tense silence follows. Mrs. Wheeler’s wonderful pancakes now taste like cement in your mouth. God, you wish things could go back to how things once were. You miss when Jonathan could wrap his arms around you and the weight of it wasn’t so crushing with all its unspoken implications. 

“I’m sorry, bug. I really, really am sorry.” His voice is strained and he tightens his hold even more, as if to remind himself that you’re still there with him. “I was so scared last night, and had you been the one taken instead of Nancy…”

“But I wasn’t. She was.” You try to keep any emotion out of your voice. 

“I know… I just, I had to make sure she was okay. I promise that nothing else happened. You know that right? Just, please tell me you believe me.” His voice cracks and you finally turn around to wrap your own arms around him. 

“Bee, of course I believe you.” Your words are muffled against his stomach, but he hears you. He always hears you. 

You understand why he stayed at Nancy’s, you really do. But it doesn’t make the sting of it any less painful. You feel awful about what she experienced last night, no doubt forever traumatized by it, but the bitter taste of no longer having Jonathan all to yourself is something you’re still getting used to. 

“You forgive me?” He asks, so faintly you almost don’t catch it.

You lift your head up and catch Jonathan’s eye. “There’s nothing to forgive, bee.” 

And you mean it.

The smile Jonathan gives you as a response, the smile that has always made your knees weak, is just yet another reason why you can’t ever risk what you have with him. 

– 

This may come as a shock to some, but you’ve never set foot in the army supply store. 

The place makes you uneasy. You’ve never been comfortable around weapons, and like you told Nancy earlier: if it ever came down to it, you’d prefer to use your charm (but mostly your wits) rather than violence. It just isn’t your thing. 

While you and Jonathan wander aimlessly around, Nancy seems to know exactly what you guys need. She begins throwing things into the basket around her arm without hesitating and you exchange a look with Jonathan. Clearly it’s a good thing you’ve wrangled Nancy into this mess. 

You wander some more and break away from the group, eyeing the insane amount of weapons, traps, and knives offered in the store. It’s overwhelming and you realize you have no real idea what you’ll even need. Guns unnerve you, the bat Nancy brought just seems silly to use. So what does that leave you?

Your eyes land on a knife with both its ends extended. Its handle in the center is a polished wood that’s a deep ember and the blades themselves are sterling silver that glisten in the dim store lighting. It’s a beautiful weapon. 

As you reach for it to inspect it, one of the store employees, an older man, walks up behind you. 

“That’s a switchblade. It was donated to us years ago.” You jump at the man’s words and he flashes you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, miss. Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I’m just more skittish than usual this week.” You’re not sure why you admit this to the man, and when he gives you a curious look you clear your throat and change the topic. “You said this was donated?”

“Oh, yes! Here, have a feel for it.” Before you can stop him, he places the knife in your hands. 

Your fingers skim over the smooth wood and you notice some words engraved in it. The letters are scuffed, presumably from age. “Was there writing on it?”

The old man’s smile becomes a sad one. “The switchblade was from this old man, he made it for his wife and claimed she loved to keep him on her toes. So, he had the word ‘button’ engraved in the handle because–”

“She always pushed his buttons?”

“Yeah,” the man laughs. “That’s exactly what she did.” 

There’s a far off look in the man’s eyes, as if he’s remembering a warm summer day from his childhood; bittersweet and filled with fondness. He reminds you of your grandpa whenever someone brings up your grandma who died when you were young. You roll the blade over in your hands. “You knew the woman, didn’t you?”

“I did, but she’s long gone now,” he confirms, his voice wobbling.

“I’m sorry for your loss, sir.” You reach over and place your hand on his forearm, which he smiles at. 

“Don’t be. Martha would be glad someone like you has her knife, now.” 

You immediately drop your hand and try to give the switchblade back. “Oh, no, I can’t possibly take this–”

“It’s yours. You’re the only one who has paid any attention to it. I’ll show you how to use it if you make me a promise.”

Before you can argue more, Jonathan calls out from a few aisles down. “Bug? Where’d you go?”

“I’ll be there in a second, bee!” You turn back to the man. “What kind of promise are we talking about?”

“Bug and bee? Martha called me birdy because a bird swooped on me the first time I ever met her,” the old man chuckles with affection. “Anyways, promise me that you’ll use this with love. I may own this store, but violence never leaves much room for love.” 

The agreement comes easily to you. “Of course.”

And with that, the old man shows you how to flip the switchblade open. It only takes a simple flick of the wrist for the blade to glide back into the handle in the center, and with another flick they smoothly glide back out once more; the way the blades move in sync leaves you in awe.

“You can use both the blades or only one, but I sense that you know that things are always stronger together.” The old man says, a glint in his eyes as he hands the switchblade back to you. 

You smile at him and try it out yourself; the switchblade fits perfectly in your hand and you’re easily able to get the blades in and out. As you’re admiring the way the blades balance each other out, Jonathan appears by your side. 

“Hey, ready to check out?” 

You nod and thank the old man, who waves you off with a friendly goodbye. 

“Who was that?” Jonathan asks once you’re out of earshot from the man. 

You show him the switchblade. “You remember that theory you had about me attracting old people? You’re gonna love this.”

– 

Nancy plops down bear traps, gasoline, and a multitude of other supplies she acquired while you were off talking to the old store owner. The cashier, a significantly younger looking man, looks at the three of you as if you’re insane. 

“And I’ll have four boxes of the .38s.” Jonathan says, and you flash the employee your award winning smile just in case. You recognize how insane this all looks.

“What are you kids doing with all this?” The employee asks, and you Jonathan both instinctively turn to Nancy for help. 

She shrugs, playing the question off well. “Monster hunting.”

The guy laughs and finishes ringing you guys up before the three of you head out to Jonathan’s car. He’s carrying most of the stuff in a box while you and Nancy start loading the bags into his trunk. You quickly help him with the box once you’ve placed your bags down.

“‘Monster hunting’?” Jonathan teases and Nancy just smirks. 

“How do you think that guy would react if he knew we were telling the truth?” You snort and Jonathan can only shake his head in amusement. 

Nancy laughs and bumps her shoulder against yours. “You know, last week I was shopping for a new top I thought Steve might like.” 

Hearing Steve’s name makes you freeze. You completely forgot that Steve had been there with you last night at the Wheeler’s. He had seen Jonathan and Nancy together on her bed. You remember the anger in his eyes and your heart sinks. King Steve would never just let something like that go.

“Hey, uh, Nancy?” You try to interrupt the girl, but she’s too focused on her story.

“It took me and Barb all weekend, it seemed like life or death, you know? And now…”

“You’re shopping for bear traps with Jonathan Byers and Y/N Henderson.” 

You grab at Nancy’s jacket to try and get her attention, but she only has her eyes set on Jonathan. “Nancy, I have something to tell you–”

“What’s the weirdest part? Me or the bear trap?”

“Guys I really need you to listen right now–” Again they ignore you, lost in their own little world that you still don’t have access to. 

For a moment you wonder if you even should warn them, but you know it’d be wrong not to. You could be imagining it, but your new switchblade almost seems to warm up within your pocket as if to remind you of your promise to the old man. 

Nancy’s eyes shine as she looks at Jonathan and you want to scream. Now is not the fucking time. “You. It’s definitely you.”

You clap your hands in front of their faces, finally breaking the two of them out of their spell. “Hey! Assholes! Trying to save your asses!”

Jonathan bats your hands away from his face. “What are you talking about?”

“Steve, he, uh…” You take a deep breath, trying to figure out how the hell you’re supposed to word this, before a car honks and some creep calls out to Nancy. 

“Can’t wait to see your movie.” The boy laughs, which causes your blood to turn cold. The Hawk movie theater, where Jonathan works… In a twisted way, Steve Harrington is a fucking revenge genius.

“What the hell was that?” You hear Jonathan mumble, but your ears are ringing. 

Nancy turns to you, now with distrust in her eyes. “Steve. You said his name.”

“Nancy–I, I forgot and–” You stumble over your words as the girl’s eyes harden. You didn’t mean for this to happen, you don’t know how you forgot. She doesn’t wait for you to finish whatever the hell you were about to say and starts running after the car. You’re quick to follow after her, already knowing what you’ll find. 

“Where are you guys going?”

“Just come on, Jonathan!” You shout behind you. 

Nancy sees the board before you do and the gasp she lets out makes you want to cry for her. There, in big, ugly red letters on the Hawk’s clapperboard are the words spelling out “All the Right Moves Starring Nancy the Slut Wheeler”. 

It’s an awful, awful fucking thing. 

And it’s Steve’s work, you know it is. 

You hear Jonathan gasp out behind you and you see the crowd that begins to form around the three of you. Everyone stares at Nancy and whispers cruel things about her and it takes everything within you not to cause a scene. How fucking dare they. They have no right. Steve had no fucking right. 

In the midst of your anger you notice the tears beginning to form in Nancy’s eyes and you immediately run over to her side and grab her hand. You pull her into a hug and whisper reassurances, promising her that it’ll all be okay. She lets you hold her and you feel so fucking awful. You should’ve done more to protect her. 

Then, you hear the distinct sound of a spray paint bottle rattling followed by Tommy Hagan’s screech of a laugh. Nancy tears herself from your grasp and runs into the alley where the noise is coming from. You follow after her and see Steve and his gang spraying even more things onto the Hawk walls. 

There’s a steely look in Nancy’s eyes and you worry for a moment that she might hurt someone. It’s not that you don’t think it’s warranted, but you’re sure Jonathan’s boss has already called the cops on the teens and they’ll be here soon. Nancy can’t afford to get into any trouble right now. 

“Nancy, I don’t think you should approach–”

She ignores you and angrily marches over to Steve. 

“Hey there princess!” Carol sneers, and you have to refrain from spitting on her. Right now this is about Nancy, you need to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid and to also ensure she knows that you’re right behind her to support her. She needs to know that you’re here for her. 

“Uh oh, she looks upset.” Tommy teases. When he sees you, he lets out another cackle. “Holy shit, Harrington. You were right! Henderson really is a pathetic push over if she’s here with the girl who slept with her boyfriend!” 

Tommy’s words enrage you and you’re about to just say fuck it to your no violence policy when Steve shuts him up. “Knock it out, Tommy. I told you Henderson’s with us–”

Nancy’s slap catches both you and Steve off guard. Everyone gasps in shock but you start laughing, immensely proud of the girl’s strength. “Nice one, Wheeler.”

She spares you a quick glance before steering her glare back at Steve. “What is wrong with you?”

Steve clenches his jaw. “What’s wrong with me? No, what’s wrong with the two of you?”

“The two of us?” Nancy asks. Steve juts his chin in your direction and she turns around, now more confused and hurt than ever. “What does Y/N have to do with any of this?”

A lump of anxiety forms in your chest. “Nancy, I can explain–”

“I was worried about you,” Steve lets out a bitter laugh and distantly you remember saying those exact words to Jonathan a mere hour ago. You guess you understand the boy more than you may want to. “I can’t believe that I was actually worried about you.” 

Nancy opens her mouth to respond but Steve cuts her off, now walking towards you. “And you… I always knew you were too nice for your own good, but defending the girl who stole your boyfriend?” He hovers over you; you can smell his expensive cologne this close as he says his next words so low that they almost come out as a whisper, “well, I expected more from you, Y/N.”

You freeze, overwhelmed with his presence. He lingers, you’ve never been this close to him, his eyes are darker than Jonathan’s and filled with more disappointment than anger. You know he can see right through you in a way that fucking terrifies you; he knows. 

“What are you talking about?” Nancy exclaims, effectively breaking whatever moment was going on between you and Steve. He backs away, his eyes still lingering on yours, before facing Nancy once more. 

Your words catch in your throat, still reeling from your encounter with Steve, so it’s Carol who breaks the silence. “I wouldn’t lie if I were you. You don’t want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?”

“Don’t call her that,” you manage to say, though you can’t seem to stop looking at Steve, who is looking right back at you. 

“Speak of the devil,” Tommy’s voice alerts you of Jonathan’s arrival. You look up and see what the idiot has written on the wall behind him.

“‘Byers is a perv’? Wow, you guys are geniuses when it comes to insults.” You snort, feeling Jonathan place his hand on the small of your back to steady you. He can sense your anger brewing. 

“It’s okay, bug.” He whispers. You relax a bit into him, but you’re still fuming. Steve watches the interaction with an interest in his eyes that lets you know Jonathan’s tenderness with you has only pissed him off more. 

Steve points at the two of you, looking around at his friends. “Aww, how sweet. You guys see that? Tell me, Henderson. Did he whisper sweet nothings into your ear after he slept with my girlfriend?”

Both Jonathan and Nancy speak at once. He denies you two being together while Nancy now understands that Steve had seen her and Jonathan in her room last night. 

“Henderson and I both, actually.” Steve corrects, and you want to punch him. 

Jonathan turns to you, guilt creeping into his voice. “You saw?”

“Now isn’t really the time, we need to help Nancy–”

“Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.” Nancy says, looking at Steve and then you. “I promise, Y/N. Nothing happened.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Right, that’s what Henderon said. You just let him into your room to… study?”

“I was telling the truth.” You grit out, but Steve and the others ignore you.

Tommy steps in front of you and Jonathan. “Or for another pervy photo session?”

Jonathan steps towards the boy but you grab his jacket, not allowing him to go any further. You understand he’s angry, but just like how he won’t let you do anything stupid: you won’t let him, either.

Nancy shakes her head furiously. “We were just–”

“You were just what? Finish that sentence,” Steve steps closer to Nancy now and you find yourself preparing to step between them if needed. “Finish. The. Sentence.” 

The only sound in the alley is the sound of Nancy panting. She can’t think of what to say, what can she even say? Steve won’t believe her regardless. To him, she’s already done the unspeakable and hurt him in the worst way imaginable. You feel for the two of them, no one can possibly win in this situation. 

When Nancy doesn’t say anything, the angry expression on Steve’s face slips for a moment and you see the heartbroken boy underneath his mask. It happens only for a second, but you see it. You know you saw it. 

“Go to hell, Nancy.” He scoffs. 

“Harrington, you don’t mean that.” You say, trying to help him out. He’ll regret burning this bridge with Nancy, you can see how deeply he cares for her. He loves her, even if he can’t admit it. If he walks away now, he could lose her. 

While you’re talking to Steve, Jonathan breaks free from your grasp and pulls Nancy away, which only seems to upset him more. 

“You said yourself that we aren’t friends, Henderson. You don't know me. As for you, Byers, I always took you for a queer. I guess you’re just a little screw-up like your father.” 

Steve begins to push Jonathan now, but Jonathan has harshly grabbed your arm to pull you away. He doesn't want you involved in this, you know he just wants to get you and Nancy safely out of the situation, but you resist him anyways and try to push at Steve.

“What, you're gonna help your douche of a boyfriend?” Steve sneers at you, and Jonathan will definitely leave bruises on your arm with how tightly he has to hold you back. “Oh, yeah. That house is full of screw-ups.”

He pushes Jonathan again and this time you manage to spit at his feet. “Shut the fuck up, Harrington.”

“I’m just telling the truth. You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw-ups in your family.”

Jonathan stops now. You do the same. Nancy sees this and urges you to keep walking, but you and him exchange a look. You hate violence, you really do, but the Byers family is your own family. Aside from how protective you are of them, you also know the anger that Jonathan has buried within him. If Steve keeps pushing it, you’re afraid of what Jonathan may do.

“I mean, your mom? I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother.” 

You hate violence. You could never, ever hurt anyone. But you’re starting to feel really fucking close to understanding why people seem to enjoy it. “Leave his mom and Will out of this.” 

Steve ignores you and continues spewing bullshit. Jonathan is tense next to you and it’s only now that you notice his clenched fists and his ragged breathing. Steve has gone too far.

“Steve, shut up!” Nancy begs as you now leave Jonathan’s side to begin pushing Steve back. A fight cannot break out. It’s broad daylight and too risky. You can’t let Jonathan put himself in danger. 

“Harrington, you need to leave.” You urge him as you push against his chest, but he just gently pushes you aside and follows after Jonathan.

“But the Byers?” He keeps hitting Jonathan’s back and you have to use all your weight to pull him away. It’s no use. “Their family, it’s a disgrace to the entire–”

Jonathan’s punch lands perfectly upon Steve’s face.

In any other moment, you’d find the accuracy incredibly hot. 

Instead you push the thoughts aside and rush over to him while Steve regains his composure. “Bee, listen to me. Cops could be here any second, you can’t fight–”

You scream as Steve tackles Jonathan onto the car and then the ground. Nancy begs them to stop and has to wrap her arms around you to keep you out of the fight. The sound of skin hitting skin sickens you. 

“Nancy let me go,” Steve lands another punch on Jonathan and the sound his head makes when it hits the ground causes you to cry out. 

“Y/N, Jonathan wouldn’t want you to jump in–”

“I have to help him!” The pure anguish in your voice is what makes Nancy finally let you go. You immediately rush over and try to pry Steve off of your friend, but he doesn’t see you approach and almost lands a blow at your face. 

Jonathan sees this and grunts out, “don’t touch her,” before punching Steve in the face once more and throwing him off. They’re both standing now as Steve’s friends egg the fight on and Nancy pleads for them to stop. You tug at the boys’ clothes to try and break them apart, but you know you’re weak against them. You force yourself to think of something else, and right as you’ve formed a plan, Tommy is the one who steps in and punches Jonathan.

“Get out of here, man.” Steve yells, not wanting anyone to fight his battles for him. 

You slap Tommy across the face. “Fuck off!”

The boy raises his fist to punch you and you don’t have time to do anything else besides flinch and brace yourself for the hit, but Steve intercepts it. “Tommy! I said get out of here!”

You’re in a daze as you process what’s just happened, but then Jonathan starts throwing more punches and suddenly Tommy has his arms around you to hold you back. You try to break out of his grasp, but he’s a lot damn stronger than Nancy. 

All you can do is helplessly watch as your best friend beats Steve Harrington’s face in. He lands one punch, then two, then three, and for a horrifying moment you’re afraid that Jonathan might actually kill him. 

“Jonathan! Stop!” You scream, tears now streaming down your face. 

He has Steve pinned on the ground by the time the cops come. 

“Shit, the cops!” Tommy lets go of you to help break up the fight right as the two officers arrive. They struggle to get Jonathan off of Steve and somehow he manages to punch one of the cops in the nose. Of course he fucking punches a cop in the nose.

You rush over to try and help, but as soon as the cops have Jonathan you feel yet another pair of arms wrap around you. You don’t know who it is, but they start to drag you away while the cops arrest Jonathan. You try to twist around to face your assailant, thrashing and kicking. “Why do you all keep grabbing me?”

“Fuck, Henderson! Stop kicking me, I’m already bleeding!” Steve groans, still carrying you in his arms as he and his friends flee the crime scene. 

You struggle more against him, but you’re exhausted from your previous attempts of breaking up the fight and you’re still crying. You can’t do anything besides making it extremely difficult for him to carry you and throw out a multitude of insults and cuss words. You have to get to Jonathan.

Once they’re a few yards away, they slow down and Steve finally places you back on the ground, though his arms remain around you. You manage to free your own arms and begin punching him in the chest. “Let go of me! Jonathan just got arrested because of you!” Every word you say is followed by a punch. 

“Jesus Henderson! I just saved your ass, quit it!”

“Saved my ass? You just beat up my best friend and he’s bleeding and needs my help and–”

“He’s a cheater! So is Nancy! They deserve each other and if you go back there right now you’ll be arrested and they’re sure as hell aren’t worth getting arrested over!” Steve is screaming at you and shaking you by the shoulders, urging you to understand. 

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m not with Jonathan? And you’re wrong! It wasn’t like that between him and Nancy, you have to understand that.” You scream back at him, faintly aware of Steve’s friends watching in the background. 

He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m not a fucking idiot, Y/N.” 

“You sure about that?” 

“God, you’re so naive.” Steve shakes his head. “It’s always the nice ones who are the most naive.”

His words cut through you; you look him in the eyes, “Get fucked, Harrington.” 

Steve lets go of you, surprised by your words while his friends gasp. “I was just trying to help.”

His voice is soft, as if he’s afraid to admit this to you, and you know that in his own way he means it. Steve had only been trying to help, but he hurt the people you love in the process. You hesitate, unsure how to respond.

Steve’s looking at you now and you can see all the cuts and bruises on his face. You want to wipe all the blood away, to stitch him up and place him somewhere safe so that nothing else can hurt him. You want to do all of this and more as he stares at you and silently begs you to stay, but you can’t. You shake your head at him and once again his mask slips; he’s just a scared teenage boy.

You want to reach out, to grab his hand and remind him that he’s good, but you don’t.

Instead, you turn away and run back towards the alley and Jonathan.

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A short (or not) ramble of scenarios and questions for reverse: 1999 self aware. (sorry if this bothers you, I just don’t have enough confidence to post it on my own blog (plus I love your content))

- Okay so first of all, in the main page of the game, when you click on the upper left corner with your level and username, you go to a screen with Vertin looking fly as ever along with some user information.

So if Vertin can see the game’s ui, then she can see the year in which the player has joined the game (2023-2024). I haven’t dived deep into Vertin’s character so I can’t portray her reaction to much, but I feel like she would tell this info to someone close like Sonetto.

Also our motto: I put “When in a rush, say ‘runs in high heels cutely.’”. I’d be so embarrassed if anyone (even fictional sentient characters) saw that. Like im dead.

On that topic, when you mentioned in your Sonetto self aware post that she can sometimes see us, and honestly, I’d be even more embarrassed. Cause like, if any of the characters from games I played, were sentient and could see me, id pray they didn’t see my bad angle. Like imagine looking up to the sky to see, just for a second, the chin of a head as the hands go to scratch their nose. Like the first impressions I would make.

- P2p players. Imagine the player spending money on the game (at the risk of Vertin possibly seeing their credit card number) to help level up or get costumes for their fave characters.

(Some misc. questions)

-what would happen if player didn’t log in the game for a while (a week to a month as best) cause I would ditch some games to spend more time on others

- What does Vertin think of the mail messages that the player gets? Like the latest mail I got was the discord event invitation. Upon closer inspection and critical thinking, it would hint that there would be more players other than us because it says the winners get 60 clear drops (oh and money too)

- If I remember correctly, I think you mentioned about Vertin hearing the player sometimes. So imagine her hearing us trash talk certain character *cough* Constantine *cough*.

(Anyways, I love your content ❤️ especially your fmn headcanons, can’t wait to see more posts!!)

;R1999 - Self-Aware AU (2)

Answering some questions and discussing the Self-Aware AU. A follow up of this post.

not a bother at all, you bring up really good questions and details that are fun to explore! I'm glad you like my stuff, have a nice day o7!

On the subject of Vertin seeing the player's profile.

With the way I intended to portray Vertin within the AU, I don't think she would be affected by the date on the Player's profile!

This is the date you came into contact with her from your perspective, whatever time and space that flows within your world, not hers─the world behind the fourth barrier that she cannot see nor hear nor even fathom, let alone try to make sense of. In a way, it's like expecting ants to care about concepts we made up, such as time. They understand night and day, they do not understand 3PM nor 8AM.

Is it truly proof that time can go beyond 1999, when this is something that only she can see? When it doesn't affect a single thing within her universe by being part of a game menu meant for your eyes only? There's also the fact that she finds out the proper time of the world in the 1.4 update, in Chapter 05.

Her dynamic with the Player is something I like to keep vague, so that everyone can fill in the blanks, but ultimately it is something so complex and private for Vertin─who sees it as a one-sided relationship, since she cannot hear nor see you, unlike other arcanists who may reach the 100% bond─that I don't think she would talk about it with anyone, not even Sonetto! The name on your profile and whatever message you've written there are secrets she will take to her grave. The idea of Vertin being the eyes and hands of the Player, but having no way to truly see or hear them makes for a really fun concept to explore!

And on the subject of messages, let's be honest, if you've written something funny or some modern shitpost, chances are she won't understand it LMFAO so it's okay! I literally just have my socials and "men enjoyer" listed there.

Oh! But since you brought it up, the message section could be a fun, little way to communicate with Vertin, since she can read what's on there!

As for P2P players, Vertin wouldn't see any information from the Player's credit card since that's something that happens outside the app lolol. Like, to me, it directly opens to google play transaction stuff.

On the subject of the player dropping the game for long periods of time.

Hmm, in the first post I said that there might be characters ouside Vertin and her suitcase who may be self-aware, with their own goals and such. But nothing truly "matters" unless the Player is there to witness it. So to keep including these possibilities and details, I feel like there's two options, pick whichever you like the most!

One, time continues as usual within the game─but once it reaches an important date where the plot is meant to kick in with some important event, it simply resets back to where you left it. This is a world that exists outside of your perception, but cannot continue without you.

Two, time freezes entirely within the game─but only for those who are not self-aware. Keep in mind we're talking about long periods of time, this wouldn't happen if you log in every day, or every few days. This is what happens when your phone picks up the fact that Reverse: 1999 is one of the unused apps taking up space in your phone. This is a world that stops existing once you stop looking at it.

In both options, the Wilderness would remain unaffected as it seems to be entirely disconnected from the flow of time and space outside of it.

On the subject of the game's mail.

Since the messages auto-delete and all, I can't check but I'm pretty sure Vertin receives mail too? There were a few ones from a few characters a while back like Druvis III or An-an Lee, and I think the implication is that they were vaguely addressing Vertin?

If someone has screenshots and can confirm this, please let me know!

Either way, the easy answer is that yeah, she knows this is a game, so she could make the assumption that there's more players. She has access to your friend list, after all! And even if you don't have anyone added, the fact that it exists is enough for her to start connecting the dots.

I don't remember saying that Vertin can hear the Player, though! I think I was pretty consistent with her not being able to see nor hear you, to have the Player as some sort of eldritch, unknowable entity. But I also write so much stuff in this blog that it's hard to keep up sometimes lolol, if I've mentioned somewhere that Vertin can hear the player, it was a mistake!

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #self aware au #vertin

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

INEVITABLE [8]

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: language, violence, death, injury, mentions of blood, angst

word count: 5,135

Summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

[a/n: i'd like to point out that i got this out TWO DAYS sooner than i thought i would. am i patting myself on my back? yes, yes i am. again though, i am sorry it's taken me forever to update this one.]

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08: BUT YOU'RE STILL A TRAITOR

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"the true pain of betrayal is that so often our love lingers on even after the damage is done. it is to both carry a wound we cannot bear and yet cannot find the heart to close. to be betrayed by one we have trusted and loved is to be drawn tight between love and devastation, and not know which way to turn." -beau taplin

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Thyreps’s moon was never meant to house living creatures. That’s the conclusion you came to as you and Din braced against the whipping winds. Grogu had stayed behind with Ari and Din had tried to get you to stay back as well— a prospect you told him was not going to happen by any means. That left you struggling to cross the barren plain trying to keep sulfurous sand from burning your eyes. Din had wrapped an arm around you and chose to walk a step forward. It made it so the beskar coated man was working as a human shield against the winds. It felt odd to have him nearly wrapped around you, but you couldn’t deny the benefits. Sand wasn’t battering against your skin, and something about the weight of his arm filled your belly with butterflies. You chose to ignore the latter.

Din yelled something, you barely heard his voice, and shook your head, “What?!” He tried once more. You pointed to your ears. “Din, I can’t—”

He suddenly altered the path you were both following and the dim light filtering through the sandy wind darkened as Din dragged you into the mouth of a cave. You felt your entire body relax at the shelter.

“I said we need to wait here.” Din pulled his arm back. “Going any further in the storm isn’t going to help us. We can pick up when it dies down.”

“You won’t hear me complaining.” You shook your limbs and clothes as black sand fell around you like a halo. Din reached forward and he brushed your shoulders and back to help knock the residual sand particles off of you. “Must be nice in all the beskar right now.”

Din shook his head, “Not really.” He tugged at the collar covering his neck and you spotted the same black sand falling from the folds. “It somehow got down my shirt. I can feel it.”

“Do you need to take some armor off and shake it out?” You asked and thumbed over your shoulder. “I can keep watch.”

Din hesitated, only for a beat, before giving you a curt nod. “Thank you. I’d appreciate it.” 

You turned around to give the Mandalorian his privacy and stared out at the dreary landscape. You couldn’t see far out over the plains due to how dense and wild the winds were. At least sitting where you were, the sound wasn’t so overwhelming. You could actually hear the hiss of Din removing his helmet and his muted movements as he tried to rid himself of sand just as you had been. 

“Sand, uh, it’s just the worst, isn’t it?” You called out. It was the only thing you could think to say in the moment and you realized it had been a desperate attempt to hear him speak sans helmet.

“Yeah.” Din grunted and you took in a quiet, sharp breath at the sound of his smooth voice unhindered by modulation. You liked the way he sounded at baseline. It hadn’t even dawned on you how much you might like his spoken word raw and unfiltered as it was now. “As many times as I’ve been on Tatooine, I’ve never had this much sand collected in my gear.”

“The wind is intense.” You commented. The fact that the conversation was focused on the weather seemed rather silly to you, but you’d continue this small, pointless talk for hours if it meant getting to hear more of him. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Have you?”

Din hummed, “Hoth is pretty bad sometimes, but at least there it’s just snow and ice.”

“That sounds just as bad if not worse than sand.”

“It isn’t. Trust me.”

Finally, you heard the hiss of his helmet being locked back into place and he called out for you that it would be fine for you to turn back around. Din leaned against the cave wall with one knee drawn up and an arm resting on it. You wandered over and sat against the same side as him only a few feet away. Far enough that you weren’t touching him, but close enough that you could if you just reached out to him.

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?” You asked.

“Hopefully only for a couple hours.” Din shrugged. “I’m not too familiar with this place’s weather habits. I had hoped to go the rest of my life without stepping foot on this kriffing moon.”

You shot him a sheepish grin, “Sorry I got you dragged here then.”

“No, no.” Din stiffened and shook his head. “I didn’t mean⏤ I don’t mind it now. This is actually nice.” He paused then cleared his throat. “Not the storm or being stuck in a cave. I just meant, I find it… easy to be with you. Socially speaking, of course.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered he had gotten himself worked up, “Don’t worry, bucket head. I think spending time with you is easy too.”

For a moment, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence just listening to the howling wind. It lasted until a thought occurred to you and the words fell out of your mouth before you had the forethought to stop them.

“What’s it like not having a soulmate?” You asked. Din’s head snapped to meet yours and you only realized then that it could be deemed a ‘sensitive’ topic to some. You shot him a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I just remembered you said you didn’t have one and I got curious.”

“No, it’s okay.” Din replied. “I don’t mind the question. It just caught me off guard.” You waited patiently for him to speak once more because you could tell he was lost in his thoughts. A small chuckle slipped from your lips. It was funny you knew that so easily. You hadn’t spent all that much time with the Mandalorian in hindsight, but you understood his silences. Finally, Din spoke up, “I have a soulmate.”

Your eyes widened in alarm. “What?”

“I… I didn’t mean to lie to you.” Din replied. “Saying I didn’t have one came easier than admitting the truth.”

“Did you lose them?” Your voice took a softer tone. You had your own issues with the concept of soulmates, but you wouldn’t wish that kind of loss on anyone. One of the girls you had been stuck under Viktor’s thumb with had met her soulmate and lost her. The Twi'lek woman said it felt like a piece of her had been demolished— as if an actual portion of her soul had been burned to ash and all that remained was a gaping hole in her chest as a reminder of what was once hers. 

Din paused. “In a way.” He shook his head. “I lost them before I ever met them.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He clarified, “I decided a long time ago that I was better off without a soulmate. I never gave it a chance.”

“We’re more alike than I thought.” You said with a forced chuckle. The knowledge that Din had a soulmate sat bitter in your belly. It shouldn’t. You had no claim on him. He was your first real friend outside of your life as a slave and that held significance to you. That must have been the reason why a weird jealously crawled up your spine. 

“Mirdala runi.” Din said, calling your attention back to him. He had shifted closer you realized, so the two of you were side by side. “I want to talk about—” He came to an abrupt pause and you watched his entire frame stiffen as he stared out the mouth of the cave behind you. You called his name, but it was drowned out by the sound of blaster fire. “Down!”

Din had grabbed you with ease and shoved you to the ground with his heavy body covering your entire body. His beskar plated form enveloped every inch of you and you could hear his quiet, modulated grunts as flashing red bolts of blaster fire pinged off his armor.

You began to pat at his sides, barely able to move with how firmly he had you pinned with his body, but you found his blaster and pointed it blindly to the mouth of the cave to fire a covering shot. It must have been enough to slow the onslaught of incoming fire because Din shoved up and rushed for the mouth of the cave. You flipped over onto your belly, pausing in your firing, in time to see Din draw the hilt of his saber. It came to life with an eerie dark glow. He had mentioned he carried the dark saber which honestly hadn’t meant much to you at the time, but now you could see why it had the pomp and circumstance it did.

You jumped to your feet and rushed back out into the storm to help as you could. The wind made it difficult to see, but you could make out Din tearing through three smugglers. Blaster fire opened behind you and just barely clipped your arm— burning through the sleeve of your jacket and singeing your skin under it.

With a cry of pain, you whirled and fired Din’s blaster. It took you a moment to see the smuggler with sand stinging at your eyes, but when you did you fired a bolt directly into his chest. Another smuggler was approaching, you spotted him struggling through the winds searching for his friend, and without preamble you lifted your weapon and fired at them as well.

Hands clamped down on your shoulders and you screamed in alarm. Din’s voice in your ear immediately calmed your panic. “It’s me. Are you alright? I heard you cry out.” 

“I’m fine.” You shook your head and called out over the howling wind. “But I have sand in my eyes. I can’t see shit.”

“Bury your face into my shoulder.”

You didn’t understand his instruction until Din suddenly scooped you up into his arms. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck, your wound screaming pain, but you listened to his previous orders and buried your face into his shoulder. Even with your face down, you still closed your eyes in hopes to relieve a bit of the stinging. Din began to walk, you could feel the swaying of motion, and you assumed he was taking you back to the cave. Moments later, the hissing of an airlock caught you off guard. 

Din set you inside a covered land speeder designed for the terrain. He closed the door behind you and momentarily you were reprieved of the sound of the wind. With stinging eyes, you watched Din walk around the vehicle before sliding into the driver’s side. When you were both settled, Din turned to you.

“Jacket. Off.” He grunted.

He must have seen the blackened hole in your jacket. While you struggled to shrug out of it, Din tore off his gloves. Half out of your jacket you paused in surprise and stared at his hands. His naturally tan hands were large and you could see calluses on his palms. It wasn’t until he was pulling you closer that you snapped out of it.

“It really is fine.” You commented.

Din shuffled around the space until he grasped what must have been a canteen. He unscrewed it, sloshing it a bit, then held it up to your face. “Smell. Is it water or something else?”

You took a whiff and caught no real scent. “Water, I think. It’s definitely not alcohol or anything.”

“Good.” Din’s hands suddenly settled on the side of your face and the contact made your breath hitch. “Tilt your chin up.” As he said the command, he used his hand to help you do so. When Din was satisfied with the angle of your head, he held the canteen up. “Try to keep your eyes open I need to wash them out.”

“Do they look that bad?” You asked.

“Keep your eyes open.” He simply repeated.

Din began to splash the water over your eyes and you hissed at the worsened stinging. The gritty feeling that had lingered under your eyelids began to wash away and with it so did the burning. Din set aside the empty canteen and you let your head fall back to a neutral position. Before you could wipe at the wetness on your face, Din cupped your face and used his fingers to carefully wipe away the sand particles that clung to your damp skin. 

You stared into the t-shape of his dark visor and found yourself wishing you could see his eyes. His warm hands on your skin brought a comfort you had never felt. Nobody save for Viktor had held you like this before, and this was entirely different. Viktor would hold your face in his hands and peer down at you with a possessive ownership. His grip had felt suffocating. You couldn’t even see Din’s eyes yet you knew that wasn’t the case here. His grip was soft. He cradled you like something precious to hold⏤ tenderly, as if you would shatter if he was not too careful. 

“Din…” You said in a voice softer than you meant.

“I’m sorry.” He replied quickly, almost like a knee jerk reaction, but he didn’t release you.

“For what?”

Din paused for what felt like an abnormally long time, “I…” He shook his head a bit. “I don’t know.” Your lips twitched up as a laugh bubbled out from your chest. At the sound, Din’s hands seemed to marginally tighten around your face. You felt his thumb drag over your cheekbone. It left a trail of fire against your skin as he drew lines down to where the curve of your bottom lip sat. You sucked in a short, quiet breath at the firm feel of his thumb tracing your lower lip back and forth. If you didn’t know better, you’d say Din was trying to memorize the shapes of your face with his touch alone. “You’re beautiful, ner mirdala runi.”

The compliment caught you off guard entirely, but you couldn’t deny the warmth that filled your chest at hearing it in his voice. 

“I know I shouldn’t say that, but…” Din’s voice trailed away.

“Why not?” You asked. “Why shouldn’t you say that?” Din didn’t reply, and you continued to just gaze into the endless void that was his visor. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your mouth suddenly very dry, and then added, “Because… Hearing it from you, I… I don’t quite mind it.”

You had spent a lifetime being objectified by men and women you crossed paths with. Years being ogled at by Viktor. There hadn’t been a moment of it you didn’t hate. But, just like the act of holding your face in his hands, Din was different. The words, when they fell from his lips, felt like a comfort. It wasn’t about a claim or a method of seduction. He said it like a man in awe⏤ like a man in the midst of worship on his knees before a deity. 

“I… I want⏤ I need to talk to you about something.” Din said suddenly. He paused then shook his head. His hand fell from your face and you missed the touch almost immediately. “But we should finish this mission first.”

“Um, okay.” You nodded curiously. As much as you wanted to know what was on his mind, or where that had been leading, you acknowledged that he made a good point. The longer the two of you stayed on this maker forsaken rock the more danger you’d be in. 

Din turned in his seat and began to flip switches and buttons on the dash to start up the speeder. You settled in your own seat and kept an eye out the front window searching the horizon for any sign of danger. It didn’t take long to get to what must have been the raider’s base and Din drove the speeder into a makeshift garage.

“I don’t see anyone.” You said. “Do you think we got them all out in the storm?”

“I doubt it.” He hummed. “Stay alert.”

The two of you climbed out of the speeder and began to search the stockpile for what it was that Ari had asked for. You weren’t entirely sure what you were looking for, but you read the crate labels aloud for Din to judge while he searched his own side. You spotted a label that used the word ‘core’ which was a good sign. You cracked open the lid to see a series of blue glass orbs sitting in a stack of soft crate filling.

“Hey, Din.” You called out. “I might’ve found them.”

Din hurried over and tugged you away from the box with a nod. “Yeah. That's it.” He pushed you to stand behind me. “I’ll load them up. I don’t want you to touch them.”

You resisted the urge to remind him that if one of those volatile orbs did get activated and go off, standing behind him wasn’t going to save you. Beskar or not. Din locked the crate and picked up the box, which was longer than it was tall, and carried it over to pack into the back of the speeder. Din motioned for you to climb back into the vehicle, and you glanced around before doing so. This seemed much too easy. The second the thought drifted through your head, you cursed yourself for allowing it to come to life. Din climbed into the driver’s seat and you forced your mind to any other topic. The last thing you wanted to do was jinx the two of you on the home stretch.

The Razor Crest was in view and you began to feel hopeful. You were so close to accomplishing your goal. More than just finishing your personal mission, for the first time in ages you were thinking of what happened afterwards. You wondered if Din would let you continue to travel with him and Grogu. It felt silly and foolish to actually place trust in someone you hadn’t known for very long, your life experience told you it was a bad idea, but from the beginning Din had felt different. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a sudden flash of red. It took only a second for you to register the familiar sight of blaster fire, but that second was a second too long. The speeder’s front right tire exploded and Din turned the steering wheel hard to offset it, but the speeder hit uneven terrain and then the rough winds aided in flipping the speeder over. 

It happened quickly after that. You blinked and suddenly you were hanging upside down in your seat. Another blink and your world was spinning as the speeder flipped head over tail repeatedly. Luckily, the vehicle landed upright and your seat belt had managed to keep you tied to your seat relatively safely. 

“Are you alright!?” Din yelled. His hands were ripping off your seat belt frantically. You didn’t necessarily feel injured, which was a miracle in itself, but you were still dazed. You offered a small nod, and Din wrapped his arm around you to drag you out of the speeder. 

It took a moment to realize Din wasn’t sticking around for a fight. He was dragging you through the whipping winds as far away from the speeder as he could. “Din! Din, the cores!” You cried out. “We need to⏤”

“We need to get further. Can you run??” Din cried.

You glanced over your shoulder and could see the shadowy shapes of whatever raider who had fired at you digging through the smoking carcass of the speeder. “Din⏤” You began again, but Din grunted and scooped you up and began to run. He activated his jet pack, using it to speed over the terrain rather than in the air, but the winds were working against you. “Wait⏤”

Behind the two of you, the deafening sound of an explosion took you off guard. The cores. The volatile cores. Fire filled the air, and even from the distance you were at the blast still knocked you and Din to the ground. The second the two of you hit the ground, Din lost his grip on you. You groaned against the ground. Sand filled your mouth, mingling with the metallic taste of blood from where you had bit down on your tongue, and your ears were ringing so loud that you couldn’t even hear the sounds of the roaring wind.

Shakily, you pushed up onto your elbows and sucked in a shaking breath. Gloved hands wrapped around your arms and helped pick you up. “Thanks!” You yelled, all the sound still muted. “Din?” Your eyes were narrowed to try and block out the sand in the air. The Mandalorian was wavering in front of you. You reached out to grasp his arm and that’s when you noticed it. A large, twisted shard of metal from the speeder had pierced Din in the side⏤ right under the edge of beskar armor on his back. The ringing in your ears faded just in time for you to hear a groan of agony, even over the winds, before Din collapsed in front of you. “Din!?”

In a panic, you tried to visualize his wound, but with the sand storm you could see nothing. You hooked your arms under his and began to drag him toward the Razor Crest. Between the weight of his broad body and the heavy beskar he wore, it was a slow process. With every pull of him, visceral fear crawled up your spine and latched itself into your mind. The last time you felt fear like this you had been kneeling over the dying body of your best friend⏤ a man that Viktor had killed in front of you just because your friend had the audacity to care for you. Not again. Please, Maker, no. You couldn’t lose another person. Not like this.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you managed to drag Din up the Razor Crest’s ramp and into the cargo hold. You wasted no further time and began to strip Din of his beskar. You’d leave his helmet on, but you need the area around the wound to open so you could work. You scrambled to grab Din’s first aid kit and dove back to the ground. Your hands were moving on autopilot. After giving him an e-bacta injection, and then pulling out the shard to fill the wound with the bacta gel, you knew you were overdoing it. Rather safe than sorry though.

It was only after the fourth application of the bacta gel did he stop bleeding. Din laid on the ground motionless, but his breathing was even and his heartbeat was steady. You fell back on your ass and sucked in a shaky breath of your own. Your hands were trembling, stained with his blood, and it felt like all your nerves were frayed. 

“It’s okay. He’s okay.” You whispered under your breath to try and convince yourself of the fact. Still, he needed better medical care than you could provide. You pushed to stand, closed the ramp, and then climbed up to the cockpit to get the Razor Crest off the ground. You were by no means a pilot, and in these kinds of winds it was even more difficult, but you managed to get up and off the damned rock. Once in space, all you had to do was set Ari’s address into the system and the ship did the rest.

Being in motion made you feel better. You were on your way to a city that would have an actual Healer. Someone who could ensure Din’s injuries wouldn’t leave him with permanent harm. You rose and hurried back down to the cargo hold. He looked miserable lying on the cargo hold half undone. You cleaned your hands, then took a clean rag to begin to clean his skin. You hoped that wiping away his blood would make you feel better about his state.

This was the most skin you had ever seen of him and it felt like a violation. Once you got him cleaned up enough, you'd lay a blanket on top of him to preserve his decency. Midway through cleaning, your eyes landed on a string of scribbled words against his skin. His soul mark. A part of you urged you to look away. Soul marks were personal, and he had never given you permission to look at this. Hell, he had only just admitted that he had one. However, familiar words gave you pause.

You read it once. Twice. Three times. 

‘Would you really arrest your soulmate?’

It felt like someone had picked up the twisted metal shard from the speeder and shoved it through your chest. A storm of various emotions swirled in your mind and suffocated you. Liar. You were crying, and you didn’t even register it until you tasted salty tears trail down your face and reach your lips. He lied to you. You scrambled back from his body and tried to suck in air. You couldn’t breathe. Din lied to you, and you couldn’t breathe. Your lungs were pulling in air, but none of it was satisfying. 

Liar, liar, liar.

Anger was burning through your veins, but it wasn’t at Din. No. It was toward yourself. This was your fault. You knew better than to trust someone. 

When Din’s eyes blinked open, the first sound he was able to produce was a groan. His body ached. Every inch of him was sore and miserable. The last thing he remembered were the cores going off. Din had tried to get you far enough away to avoid the blast site but based on his injury he had failed. You. Maker, please let him be the only one hurt. He tried to shift, to rise, but it occurred to him that half of his aching came from the way his arms were twisted behind him. 

Din lifted his head. He was on the Razor Crest, in the cargo hold, and he was sitting up against the ladder up to the cockpit. A beat of confusion passed before he tried to move again and realized his hands were locked behind him and wrapped around the metal of the ladder. Dank ferrik. Had the raiders caught them?

He glanced around and his eyes landed on you. You were sitting on the floor by the closed ramp door. Din released a sigh of relief. You looked relatively unharmed, and you weren’t tied up as he was. Wait. He shook his head, “Mirdala runi, what…” His groggy mind was beginning to connect dots that had been vaguely floating around in his mind. He had been injured. Din remembered the hot pain of metal tearing through his skin. His beskar chest piece had been removed and his flight suit peeled away. A blanket rested on his shoulder covering him up, but under the blanket his entire torso was bare. His torso was bare. Oh no. “Wait, please, I⏤”

“Stop.” You said in the coldest voice he had heard from you.

Even in the beginning, when you were nothing but snark and sarcasm you still had warmth in your voice. Din felt his chest ache. “Please, just let me explain.”

“Explain what? That you played me for a fool?” You asked.

“No, I⏤”

“That you lied to me this entire time?”

“Please⏤”

“I trusted you.” You snapped. The words were filled with agony, broken and hoarse, and it felt like he had been stabbed all over again. Regret, shame, and guilt filled every atom of his body. You shook your head, “Why would you⏤” Your voice cracked and you forced yourself to stop. Din leaned forward, but his restraints held him back. You pushed to stand and shook your head. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care.” 

He could feel you slipping away. He could feel himself losing you. And though he knew it was well deserved after his lie to you, Din still couldn't fathom it. He called out again to you, “It was a mistake. I wanted to tell you the truth. I⏤ I tried to tell you.” Din thrashed against the restraints. It caused his injury to flare and burn, but he had to get free. “I should’ve told you ages ago, I know that.”

You walked over to the control panel and opened the ramp. Light filled the cargo hold and Din recognized the tarmac of Thyreps. No, no, no. You were going to slip away. Worse, he knew where you would go. You were going to find Viktor and the thought of you facing those monsters without any backup filled his soul with ice water.

“Don’t go.” Din was thrashing more desperately now. “You can hate me. You deserve to hate me. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but please let me help you. Don’t go alone. Please!” You paused in place and Din thought maybe, just maybe, his pleading was getting through to you. Suddenly, you began to walk toward him and for a brief second Din felt a flutter of hope in his chest. You crouched down in front of him. “Ner mirdala runi, gedet'ye.”

You reached forward and he felt your fingers brush against the words fate drew on his skin. Din sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation. Goosebumps raised on his skin. You traced the words with the tip of your finger. The feel of it was addicting. “What does that mean? What you’ve been calling me.”

“My clever soul.” Din answered softly. 

You chuckled, but the sound was one of devastation. With you this close to him, Din could see how red your eyes were from crying. You pulled your hand away from his skin and Din tried to follow only to be stopped by his restraints once more. “Apparently, I wasn’t clever enough to see through this charade.”

“No, please, don’t⏤”

“You were right, Din.” You said with a voice of finality. “You're better off without a soulmate, and so am I. Consider me dead and gone. Don’t come after me.”

You shoved up to stand and without another word or a backward glance you walked out of his ship and out of his life. Din screamed after you. He roared until his throat was hoarse, and he knew the metal of the restraints were digging into his skin and rubbing it raw but he didn’t care. Din was devastated, and he only had himself to blame.

mando'a translations:

Ner mirdala runi: My Clever Soul Gedet'ye: Please

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[harlowcomehome]

Mind if I break your heart?

Requested by my 💀 anon.

You and Jack have been friends for years, growing up around one another as your families were close. You finally admit that you’re in love with him, is it too late?

“Stop, you’re so annoying” you giggled as both you and Jack tried to walk into the door at the same time. He had a way of always teasing you, it had been like that for as long as you could remember.

Your mom and Jack's mother Maggie, had been best friends since high school. By default that meant that you had to tolerate both Jack and Clay. You didn’t mind it though, you didn’t have any siblings of your own, so you found some comfort in them.

Your relationship with Jack was always a lot different than your relationship with Clay. You didn’t question it, it wasn’t until the summer going into high school that you notice a difference in the way you felt about him.

From then on you swallowed your feelings, knowing that it would be a waste of time to interfere. Jack was so career-focused even at a young age, and you didn’t want to ruin things or make it awkward between your families.

When high school was over, you went to college in another state. Jack moved to Atlanta, and you talked often.

He always made sure to keep you updated with anything that was going on in his life, you weren’t surprised by any of his success, or the fact that he was creating a solid fan base. He had always been very magnetic, his energy and was something most people were jealous of.

Jack always made it a point to come home during the holidays. Family always meant a lot to him, which you admired.

Right now, it was summer break and you were taking time off from school. Usually, you tried to keep busy by doing summer classes but this year you didn’t have it in you.

Maggie told Jack you’d be home to which he was eager and made the time to see you.

You hadn’t told him that you’d be home because you didn’t want to disrupt any of his plans, so you were shocked when he was home at the same time as you.

“Who told you I’d be back?” You eyed him up and down as the two of you helped in the kitchen.

“ The better question is, why didn’t you?” He paused, staring over at you.

“Because I knew you would drop everything to see me.”

“You’re my best friend, are you not?” He shook his head.

There it was, those two little words that stabbed you internally over and over. “Best friend.”

“I mean, yeah? I just know you’re busy” You shrugged as you continued to peel potatoes.

“Never too busy for my favorite girl” he smiled as he began to peel the shell off boiled eggs.

Your heart was doing somersaults, even though you tried to ignore it.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been meaning to ask you” Maggie started to speak as she entered the room. “Did you put more thought into that benefit concert?”

“Yeah Mom, I had Neelam call and I’m going to do it” he turned to you with a big smile on his face. You hadn’t seen Jack perform in person for a long time, and the two of you had been talking about how much you both missed it.

Maggie smiled, she watched as the two of you exchanged excited looks. “Can’t wait!” She smiled at the both of you before she left the room.

“You weren’t going to tell me about this?” You asked as you stood with your hands on your hip ready to sass him now.

“Maybe I was waiting for your mom to tell you first” he rolled his eyes.

“Jackman Thomas, you can’t be serious right now? You’re really upset that I didn’t tell you I took the summer off?”

“Full government? But yes!” He stood with his arms crossed against his chest.

“Would it help if I told you I was sorry and I gave you a hug?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no” he held his arms out and you giggled as you walked toward him.

“You’re so damn dramatic” you giggled as you felt his body against yours.

“I just really miss you,” he said seriously which surprised you.

“I missed you too! Let’s get this food done before our moms get hangry” you joked.

Eventually, the food was done and everyone was sitting in the backyard talking.

“How long are you here this time?” Your mom turned to Jack.

“I don’t have much planned right now so I’m hoping to stay a month” he smiled and you immediately couldn’t stop smiling yourself.

“And the benefit concert? When is that?” You chimed in.

“Nothing is official yet but if it all works out we will have everything ready to go in two weeks or tops three ” he smiled.

Clay was sitting beside you showing you some of the upcoming projects he had been producing on.

“That’s so cool! Russ huh?” You smiled. “My little Clayboss is growing up.”

The next few weeks you and Jack and sometimes Clay were inseparable. It was nice and felt like old times. Clay eventually had to fly out to LA for work leaving you and Jack to yourselves.

“Want to go look at houses with me?” Jack text you early Saturday morning.

You called him immediately, “Houses? As in, to buy?”

He chuckled at your reaction, “Is that a yes or no y/l/n?”

“I’ll be ready in thirty minutes, is that okay?”

“Perfect. I’ll go pick you up then” he hung up.

When Jack picked you up, you slid into the passenger side of his jeep effortlessly. “I love this car.”

“Do you?” He smiled, and you noticed he was wearing Prada sunglasses.

“Damn, we are bougie today huh?” You joked.

“Check the glove box” he pointed, trying his best to contain the smile on his face.

He had got you some of your own, almost identical to his. “These are mine?”

“Yeah! I meant to give them to you for your birthday but I never got to” he shrugged.

Jack had promised you he’d come down for your birthday but a few work things had come up and it resulted in an argument between you two, it was really the only time you two had ever got into an argument that big.

He eventually showed up a week later but he hadn’t given you these. You were confused because he still gave you a gift then, maybe he just didn’t want to admit that he bought these for no specific reason.

“Yeah… that” you awkwardly giggled.

“Hey! It never happened” he winked. “Do you like them?”

“Love them. Thank you.” You put them on, checking yourself in the mirrors. “So house hunting?”

“I want to move back after I drop this next album.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Kentucky looks best on you.” It did, that wasn’t a lie but selfishly you were just excited for him to be closer.

You and Jack looked at several houses that day but nothing jumped out at you. You walked around each one, silently envisioning yourself, living there with him.

Jack was in the living room and you were looking at the master bedroom when you heard the realtor speak.

“You two are the cutest couple.” You could tell she was trying to get information, knowing that she probably knew who he was.

“Y/N? She’s my best friend” he just nonchalantly replied.

You walked back into the room he was in, shaking your head no to him. You were pleased to know he didn’t act disgusted by her comments.

“None of these houses are calling to me” he sighed, clearly frustrated.

“Let’s go eat lunch and then we’ll figure something out” you hummed.

“You’re right, I’m hungry” he nodded and the two of you thanked the realtor that had been helping you all day.

“That’s realtor thought we were dating?” You decided to test the waters as he drove the two of you to go eat.

“I guess so.” He shrugged.

Every moment together you debated finally telling him how you felt. That you had admired him and loved him since you were a teenager. That the way he laughed made you have butterflies and the way he made sure everyone around him was taken care of was admirable. You wanted to tell him right now, as you sat across from him in this pizza parlor but you decided not to, like you always did.

When the night of the benefit concert came you went with your mom and Jacks family.

Jack had been super secretive about everything, and you were just excited to see him perform.

You went backstage, greeting Urban immediately. You had only seen him a few times this summer so far.

“It’s been too long” you hummed.

“He’s excited to perform in front of you, but I never said that” he laughed. You overanalyzed these moments, wondering if you were just too hopeful.

You had decided that when Jack got off stage you’d tell him how you felt, you didn’t want to waste any more time harboring these feelings. You wanted to shout it from the rooftops, hoping he felt the same way.

The concert was amazing, Jack brought out a few special guests and he performed “Sundown” which was your favorite song by far.

When he got off stage you were excited to see him, you had planned it all in your head. You were shaky, nervous as hell but excited to get it over with. The last few weeks told you that maybe your hopefulness wasn’t as insane as you originally thought.

Then you saw her.

Jack was talking to someone you had never seen before, and before you knew it he was kissing her. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him.

Urban and Clay looked over at you, you had gone silent.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Clay realized you looked like you saw a ghost. Your eyes welled up with tears and he followed your eye line.

“Excuse me” You ran to your car, quickly getting in and bursting into tears.

“How could I be so stupid?” You said out loud, hyperventilating.

You replayed the last few weeks in your head, trying to recall how often he had been on his phone. If you missed some sort of vital information, maybe you missed the signs. Why didn’t she go look at houses with him?

You were brought out of your thoughts by a knock on your car window. It was Clay, and he knew exactly why you were crying.

“Can I sit by you?”

You unlocked the doors, allowing him to sit beside you in your car.

“How long?”

“What?” You wiped your mascara-stained tears off your face as best as you could.

“How long have you been in love with him?”

“It doesn’t matter Clay, it really doesn’t.”

“It does trust me.”

“Since high school” you mumbled. “I was going to tell him tonight because I thought things were going fine and he didn’t tell me about her.”

“He’s been seeing her for about six months? I don’t think it’s been super serious, she’s meeting my mom for the first time tonight” he responded.

“Wait, are you not surprised?”

“Me, Urban, and my parents have been making bets for the last few years wondering if you’d ever tell him” he laughed.

“He doesn’t know?”

“He’s kind of oblivious” Clay shrugged. “You know if you leave without saying bye it’s going to break his heart right?”

You nodded, “Let me fix my makeup and I’ll be back in?”

“Love you sis” Clay nodded as he left your car.

“Love you” you smiled weakly as you started to reapply your eyeliner and face makeup.

You rushed back inside and notice Jack was looking for you. “I thought you left!” He ran over to you and hugged you.

“You did amazing! Not that I ever doubted it but it’s been so long since I got to see you in person” You smiled, trying your best to hide your emotions.

Jack saw the twinkle in your eye, knowing something was wrong.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He whispered, pulling you to the side.

“I’m fine Jack, just tired” you shrugged.

“Are you sure?” He eyed you up and down.

“Baby?” You heard a voice walk over to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

“Y/N, this is Rose” he cleared his throat, still worried about you.

“Hi Rose, nice to meet you” You shook her hand and smiled.

“It’s so nice to meet you! Jack told me all about you!” You could tell that she was nice and genuine.

You wished you could say the same but you hadn’t heard a single detail about her.

“I have to go now, I’m headed back to the dorms earlier than I planned so I need to start packing” you lied, mumbling the first thing that came to mind. You hugged Jack goodbye and rushed out of the venue.

“What’s her deal?” Urban whispered to Clay and he shrugged.

“Rose, stay here? I’ll be back” Jack ran after you.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Jack called out to you as you started your car. He ran over to you, pressing himself against your hood before running over to your driver's window.

“Where’s the fire?” He joked.

“Jack, please just let me go” Your sentence having a double meaning now. Your lips trembling, your hands too.

“Did I do something?”

“Jack, I can’t do this right now.”

“What’s wrong? Why’re you leaving already? You’re going back to the dorms? Since when? What’s going on?”

“Jack, I love you.”

“I love you too?” He laughed, confused.

“No, I’m in love with you. I’ve been wanting to tell you for years. I thought I’d tell you today but-“

“Years? You’ve felt this way for years? Why didn’t you say something?”

“When did I have a chance to?” You put the car in park. Stepping out and standing across from him.

Jack was pale, his cheeks bright red. He felt dizzy, nauseous, and genuinely just shocked.

“You moved to Atlanta! You chased your dreams. Our moms are best friends Jack! When would the timing have made sense?”

“Y/N. You should’ve told me sooner, it would’ve changed things!”

“Would it have? Be honest!” You yelled.

“Fuck” he pulled on his curls, walking away before suddenly turning back to you.

“I loved you first! I loved you for a long time! Why? Just why now?” He shouted, his voice cracking.

“Do you love her?” You swallowed.

“Oh, my go- what the fuck? What?” He was frustrated.

“Do you? Do you love her?”

“Yes!” He shouted.

“Then let me go” you whimpered “forever.”

“Y/N, that’s not fair” he breathed out.

You got into your car, starting it, and leaving as Jack watched you drive away.

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[carawenfiction]

Will we have an update soon?

Tumblr won't let me make normal posts for some reason, so the update will have to be in form of an answer to this ask smh. Anyway:

Hey everyone!

This post is long overdue, I know. I’m really sorry to those who have been worried about my wellbeing, as well as those who have been waiting around for an update for so long.

I’ve put off writing here because this “update” is something I’ve been wrestling with for a long time. But I can’t keep going back and forth on it forever, which is why I’m now letting you all know that the Shadow Society is officially discontinued.

I know that this might not come as much of a surprise to anyone at this point. I’ve tried to salvage the story by remaking it into something I’m happy with through a rewrite. But I’ve rewritten the rewrite itself more than once, and no matter what I do, I’m just not happy with the result. Rewriting something that’s already published with all the coding it involves is a lot more tricky than I initially thought it would be.

This is not a case of me being needlessly harsh on myself, however; it’s simply a truth I’ve come to realize after struggling to find a way to keep going with the story. I’ll never be fully content with it, or even content enough, unless I’d be able to completely remake and rewrite everything from scratch – and consequentially, I will never find enough motivation to continue because of how unhappy I am with it.

I’ve seen some speculation about my reason for rewriting the story and my long absence, and that they’ve had to do with comparisons to other IFs (well, you know which one). This isn’t entirely the case. While the comparisons did happen and probably still do, and while they were discouraging in the beginning, I can definitely understand where people have been coming from when making them. I talked about this more in-depth in the forums right after the release of TSS.

The main reason for why I can’t continue is that it’s not a series I feel passionate enough about to work on. My tastes have changed, and so has my writing to some degree. I’ve tried to convince myself that I am passionate about it. It’s hard to admit that you’re not when it’s been in your head for so long, when you’ve tried for so long to make this work and when you know that one part is published and that some people are anticipating a continuation. But it had to be done sooner or later.

Other reasons:

-While I don’t think that my writing style has changed drastically, I feel like it is somewhat different from how I wrote back in 2018 (which is a GOOD thing). Whenever I tried working on the rewrite or second book and attempted to emulate the writing of TSS, it just didn’t sound right anymore, and that took a lot of fun out of it.

-With everything that has happened with CoG over the past few years, they are no longer a company I want to write for.

Please know that none of this has discouraged me from writing in general. I still love doing it. If anything, this has taught me a lot about what I actually want to write and the writing process in general. Whether I end up publishing anything else in the future or will simply do so for my own enjoyment we’ll just have to see, though.

I still have the idea of a shadow-like world in my head, and maybe it’s one I will revisit at some point. Maybe there will be another version of TSS someday, albeit very different from the original one.

But for now, I can only thank you all for the overwhelming love and support over the years, and apologize for any disappointment this has caused. If people are interested, I’d be happy to share parts of the rewrite and unused ideas. The Tumblr page will still stay up at least for some time, but I will probably not be answering any asks from here on out.

EDIT: Forgot to add, but if anyone wants a genuinely amazing IF read you should check out my friend's wip here: https://uroboros-if.tumblr.com/ ❤️ Play the demo here: https://mistyriousness.itch.io/uroboros

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[mynameismckenziemae]

Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter VII

We Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

She’s always gone too long

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: talk of medical stuff (sutures, blood, needles, etc)

“They’re being evaluated by medical now.”

A wave of nausea hits you at Penny’s words. Relief that he’s alive, along with everyone else, but fearing the extent of his injuries. You plop down beside her on the stairs with a heavy sigh. Penny squeezes your shoulder before rubbing a hand over your back.

“Does it get easier? The deployments?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“No. It doesn’t. All you can do is try not to worry and pray they make it back.” She replies.

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Waiting is the worst part. You and Steve hang out with Penny and Amelia in the house for the day, watching Nicholas Sparks movies on the couch.

Your phone starts to buzz. It’s a text from Jake.

Jake: Hey Sun. I haven’t seen them yet, but I think they’re okay. They took them to medical on scoop stretchers as a precaution but heard Nat bitching about it, and you know she would’ve been a wreck if she wasn’t sure Bob was good. You okay?

Tears of relief spring to your eyes. You feel like you can breathe again. He’s right, Natasha would’ve been fighting them every step of the way if Bob hadn’t responded to her.

Sunny: Oh thank God. I’ve been worried sick. I’m okay now. Thank you thank you thank you for telling me. Are you okay? Did you see them come in?

Jake: No problem, I’d want to know too if I wasn’t here. I heard them take the hit and about lost it. But Nat was so calm. Bob too, as usual. Just calmly asked them to deploy the barrier net as it was gonna be rough. I thought I was gonna puke. But she landed it perfectly under the circumstances, like always.

You get a picture from him and gasp when you open it—it’s a gorgeous, white-gold diamond engagement ring.

Jake: Don’t say anything, but I’m asking her to marry me when I get to see her. I’ve had the ring for a while, just been trying to plan the perfect proposal. But after today I realized it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t care. Life’s too fucking short.

Sunny: OMG JAKE! It’s gorgeous! She’s going to love it! Congratulations!

Jake: Don’t jinx it! She hasn’t said yes yet. 😬

Sunny: Lol, there’s no doubt in my mind that she will. I better get an invite to the wedding.

Jake: Of course, if Nat doesn’t steal you as a bridesmaid, you’ll be standing with me as a groomsman. I think you can pull off a tux.

Sunny: Haha, I don’t know about that. I’d do it for you though.

Sunny: Nat told me you wanted to kill Derek that night at the Hard Deck. I’m really glad you didn’t (you’re too pretty for prison), but thank you for being my corner.

Jake: I would’ve in a heartbeat (I look good in orange) but I couldn’t have lived with myself if he would’ve hurt you because I stepped in. I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs sooner and wasn’t there for you.

Sunny: It’s not your fault. Nor is it mine I’ve come to realize. I’m just glad he’s gone and I can talk freely to you guys again.

Jake: Me too. I missed you. Hey, I gotta go. I think one of the nurses is coming. I’ll keep you updated if Bob can’t have his phone.

Sunny: Sounds good, thanks again, Jake. Go get your girl!

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You fill Penny and Amelia in on what Jake’s told you, leaving the proposal out since it’s not your news to share. Soon after, Penny leaves the room to take Pete’s call.

Amelia heads out too, going to get ready to hang with friends now that the dark cloud hanging over you all has lifted.

Soon Penny is back, offering no updates other than that they should hopefully be stateside again in the next day or two.

You head back up to your apartment to feed Steve his supper when you get another incoming text, this time from Nat.

Nat: Hey, Bob’s okay! He has a cut on his cheek from the glass and some bruising on his chest from the restraints, but he’s okay. I just got discharged and doc was going in by Bradley next, and then Bob.

You take a deep breath, the weight finally lifting from your chest.

Sunny: THANK YOU. I don’t even know what to say. I can’t express to you how grateful I am for getting him got him back. How are you?

Nat: I told you I’d bring him back safe. I’m great actually. 💍

A picture comes through of her and Jake. Tear-stained faces pressed together and grinning from ear to ear as she holds up her left hand, showing off her new ring.

Sunny: CONGRATULATIONS! What a beautiful ring! I’m so happy for you two!

Nat: He did good, didn’t he? I hate to do this, but can I let you go? Jake wants to call his mama and show her.

Sunny: Of course! Thank you again. Love ya.

Nat: Love you! See you soon!

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Bradley calls soon after.

“Hey Sunny girl, how are ya? Holding up okay?”

“Hey, yeah I’m good now that I know you’re all okay. How are you?”

“Physically, I’m fine, I didn’t need medical but it’s protocol if you’re hit. Mentally though? I’m a little shaken up actually.” He replies, the vulnerability in his response surprising you.

“Will you tell me about it?” You ask, phrasing it that way so he doesn’t feel pressured.

“Yeah, okay. I knew they had me locked in and I barrel-rolled to avoid the brunt of it, but in that split second I—I know it sounds cliche but my life flashed before my eyes. I thought I was done for, that I’d be seeing my rents again soon,” voice shaking, he continues, “The whole flight back I just kept thinking about everything I haven’t experienced, I mean I’ve done some cool shit in my life but…I don’t have anyone to share it with. No one to come home to, just an empty, quiet house. I don’t mean—I…I know I have you back again, I’m so grateful for that, and your mom and dad have never stopped trying, even though I keep them at arms length. Fuck, this isn’t coming out right at all, sorry.” He laughs wetly through his tears. “I just wanna love someone like my dad loved my mom, you know? Marriage, kids all that. Man, who knew almost dying would turn you into a sap?”

Your heart hurts for him. “I understand. It’s okay to want those things. You’ll find her.”

“I hope so. If not, I’ll just join you and Bob. We can be a throuple.” He replies, voice clearer now, back to his antics.

You laugh. “Maybe not that, but you know I’m always here for you, right? My parents too. And Mav and Penny. We all love you.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Sunny girl. Hey, I think Bob’s about done. I’ll let you go. See you in a few days, alright?”

“Sounds good, can’t wait to see you all” you reply, hanging up.

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You lay on the couch and Steve joins you, plopping down with a heavy sigh on your chest, pushing the air out of your lungs. You laugh and boop his nose. “You’re relieved too, huh?”

Your heart begins to pound when your phone rings. You accept the FaceTime and burst into tears as his sweet face appears, looking as handsome as ever, even when sporting a neatly sutured cut on his cheek.

“Oh no, I’m okay. I’m so sorry, honey. Please, don’t cry.” He says, slurring slightly.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m just so relieved. Are you okay? You sound funny.” You ask, laughing as Steve’s head pops up when he hears Bob.

“Yeah,” he yawns. “So I really don’t like needles. And they told me they had to numb the cut first so they could put stitches in. Then they pulled out this big needle and were about to stick it in my face to numb it. But then I got super lightheaded and the nurse told the doctor I was going…vasovaginal or something? Then they laid me down and put my feet up for a few minutes and gave me…a lousy-pam pill? I think that’s what they said, I don’t know, it made me tired though. I told them I don’t have a vagina though. Why would they say that Sunny?”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing as you answer. “It sounds like you had a vasovagal reaction, which just means you were about to faint. It happens all the time when needles are involved. They put your feet up to get the blood flowing back to your head. The pill sounds like it was lorazepam, to help you relax to have the stitches done. Which looks good, by the way.”

“Oh…okay. That makes sense. God, you’re so smart, Sun” he chuckles.

“Thanks,” You smile, tears already drying.

He is going to be mortified tomorrow if he remembers this.

You can see he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. “I’m sorry, but I think I’m gonna go to bed. I’m just so tired.”

“I understand. I’m just glad I was able to see you. Do you know if anyone called Annie?”

“I’m not sure, could you though? And tell her I love her?” He mumbles, eyes drifting closed, the phone dropping slightly in his hand.

“Yeah, I’ll call her. Goodnight. I’m so glad you’re okay”.

“Me too. Night, love you”. He replies, hanging up.

Even though you know it's a slip off the tongue, your heart stutters.

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You shoot a text to Annie asking if she has a few minutes to chat and she calls you nstantly.

You tell her what happened and apologize for not getting in touch sooner, but you didn’t want to worry her while she’s on vacation until you knew more.

“It’s okay, I understand and appreciate it.” She assures you, talking over the girls who are yelling for her in the background. She lets you go after promising her a coffee date when she’s back.

You let Steve out a last time, get your work stuff ready for the next day, and fall into bed early, utterly exhausted from the stress of the day.

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Bob wakes up the next morning stiff and sore, but feeling well rested. As he’s stretching the kinks out, the conversation with Sunny comes rushing back to him. He groans as he remembers telling her about fainting over a needle. He feels like he might be sick when he recalls saying ‘I love you’.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it though, as Bradley knocks on the door, giving him a 5-minute warning before their debriefing.

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You check your phone on your lunch break and you have a single unread text.

Penny: They’ll be back tonight by 6.

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A/N: Sorry for the little cliff hanger last night. I think this is the first chapter I’ve written with no smut lol. Any one catch on to what I’m setting up for Bradley?

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[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter Five: Unrequited Lover's Lake (Part One)

The Pariahs That Saved The World [Masterlist]

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of death, vecna's curse, horror flashback (violence)

[A/N: So I've decided to split this chapter in half mostly because I've disappeared lately. I am so sorry I haven't been updating as usual, I have had two rounds of completely different illness (both being types of flu lmao) and I am still recovering but in a much better place than I was! I'll keep everyone updated but as for now, here's the first half of a chapter I promised you guys agessss ago]

Unrequited Lover's Lake (Part One)

“Oh, boom!” Steve suddenly shouts out and Robin watches him push through some bushes, rolling her eyes. “Bada bing, bada boom. There she is, Henderson. Skull Rock.”

“Doesn’t make sense.” Dustin mutters as she and Nancy push through the leaves, looking up at the famous Skull Rock in all of its glory. Robin never really saw the appeal of this place.

“It’s just a dumb rock.” She murmurs out loud and Nancy hums in agreement, looking around.

The leaves rustle again and Robin watches as you and Max step through, sharing a look as she gestures to your face. You quickly turn, raising your hand, and when you turn back, you’re sending a grateful smile and walking away. Robin frowns at the interaction. Were you crying?

“Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it.” Steve boasts, placing his hands on his hips. “You just can’t admit that you’re wrong, you little butthead.”

“I concur.”

You all spin around to where someone had jumped down, a smirk on his face.

“You, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.” Eddie announces and the boy goes running to him.

“Jesus, we thought you were a goner.”

“Yeah, me too, man. Me too.” Eddie sighs, patting him on the back. He catches someone else’s eye, pulling away and grinning. “As I live and breathe, Y/n is that you?”

“Couldn’t stay out of trouble just this once?” You chuckle as you share a hug, laughing when he tries to pick you up. “We went to the boathouse, what the hell happened?”

Nothing could really prepare you for what he had to say.

From Jason and his gang finding him, to watching poor Patrick suddenly float out of the water, you all stood around him in silence. You felt the sickening feeling creep up throughout your body until it was stuck in your throat, lurking as a reminder of what you’ve let yourself walk back into.

“Excuse me.” You say to Nancy, brushing against her arm so you could walk away from the group, breathing heavily.

You heard their continued conversations as you leant against a tree, a few steps into the thick expanse of trees, just in their view. Your skin was crawling with goosebumps, your spine shivering under the stress of the situation. You thought you were ready for this, that you could help them and save the people you loved in the process. But you didn’t manage it last time. How was this any different?

July 3rd, 1985

“Nancy…” You shake your head at her as you slowly start walking backwards down the hallway.

“Just stay in position, Y/n.” She hisses at you from behind and you trust her, you really do. But she was foolish to think you were the right person for this.

“I can’t.” You whisper back, tears falling down your face. The lights overhead start to flicker and you grip the metal pole in your hand tighter, praying he doesn’t walk around the corner, that it was all a misunderstanding.

“Just a little longer.” She promises, her soothing voice holding more worth to you than she knows. If only you had seen her face.

Two loud footsteps echo out from around the corner and you hold your breath, waiting for the man to show himself and force every fibre of your body not to run. But it wasn’t him. It was Tom Holloway, Heather’s father, and he was smiling at you.

“Ah, Y/n.” He clicks his neck, smirking, “I knew I’d find you here.”

You shake your head. It wasn’t meant to be him. He was supposed to be dead.

“It’s such a shame no one checked to see if they finished the job.” He laughs, pulling a scalpel you hadn’t even seen protruding from his neck, shrugging when no blood comes rushing out. “Someone should really go check on that poor boy, though. Such a wuss.”

“Nancy.” You try and whisper, but you hear nothing back, only the echo of her retreating footsteps as she rushes to find her boyfriend. You understood, you really did, but you’ve never felt so scared.

“Just the two of us, now.” He clears his throat, walking forward with intent and you hold out the pole. “That won’t do anything.”

“Stay back.” You cry out, noticing how dark the black veins were appearing now. Was Heather like this too? “I’m warning you.”

“Or what? You’ll trick me?” He laughs maniacally, stopping just short of you reaching the end of the hall, the corner just behind you. “Or should I say… us?”

Your eyes widen, but it’s too late. A sharp and searing pain digs into your shoulder and you scream, dropping your only weapon out of shock and jolting forward. You stumble, cradling your shoulder as you spin around on the floor, another pair of soulless eyes staring down at you. A sob leaves your lips.

“Dad?”

“Join us.”

Everything about that day still feels like a nightmare, to the point where you nearly convince yourself none of it was real. Not Tom tricking you, or your father becoming one of those monsters. Especially not Nancy leaving you behind. But that scar etched into your skin reminds you it was all very real. Your dad was dead, Nancy had left you to die, and you were lucky you ever escaped.

You take a deep breath, smoothing your hair away from your face. There wasn’t time for your breakdown right now. Max needed you. The sooner you figured it all out, the sooner this would be over.

Something snaps in the woods behind you and you assume someone has walked over, making you turn with a ready-made lie on your tongue. Except, no one was there.

You weren’t even in the woods anymore.

Robin rubbed her eyes as Steve and Dustin disputed over yet another absurd argument she didn’t fully wrap her head around, watching in amusement as it bounced back and forth between them. This time, Dustin was convinced his compass wasn’t wrong and for once, she was on Steve’s side. It made literally no sense.

“So you’re using faulty equipment.” Steve exasperated. “You’re still wrong!”

“Except it isn’t faulty.” Dustin says and Steve groans, throwing his hands up. “Lucas, do you remember what can affect a compass?”

Lucas ponders for a moment before his eyes widen. “An electromagnetic field.”

“Yep.” Dustin looks at everyone else expectedly and Robin furrows her brows.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve skipped that class.”

“In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power.” Dustin explains, motioning to the woods with his hand. “So either there’s some super big magnet around here, or…”

“There’s a gate.” Lucas concludes and Robin’s eyes widen.

“But we’re nowhere near the lab.” Nancy says and Dustin nods at her.

“But what if, somehow, there’s another gate? A gate that we don’t know about. It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.”

“Snack-size gate.” Robin offers and he clicks his finger at her.

“All I know if that something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate. And I hope it is, because then we’d have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max from this curse.”

And with that Dustin turns around and starts walking, making Robin bat at Steve’s arm until he took notice too.

“Wha- Oh, where are you going? Hey, hey, hey-” He calls out for attention and Dustin unwillingly stops, looking back at him. “Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just go for a hike in the woods.”

“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you, Eddie the Banished?” Dustin asks and Robin smirks, looking to you to share in her amusement. She blinks. You weren’t there.

She looks around again as Eddie responds, frowning like she might just be going blind.

“Uh, guys?” She tries, but her voice seems distant as she peers around the rock, through the trees, anywhere.

“So Mordor it is.” Eddie finally decides, shrugging when Steve looks at him weird.

“Guys!” She finally raises her voice and they all look at her inquisitively, noting her worried face. “Where’s Y/n?”

“She was just…” Nancy motions over to where you were just stood by the tree. The look on her face made Robin’s stomach plummet. “Y/n?”

Everyone starts looking around, shouting out for you, but they don’t hear any kind of response. Robin and Nancy venture further in, calling your name like you might just walk towards them completely fine. But Robin knew from the pit in her stomach that wasn’t the case. She just can’t believe she didn’t notice you had disappeared.

“Robin!” Nancy suddenly calls and Robin runs over as quickly as she can, careful not to trip up on protruding tree roots as she joins her.

The girl is knelt on the ground, holding a body and for a second her heart stops. It’s you.

And then you blink, looking a little dazed.

“I just saw her collapse.” Nancy says, her voice shaking. “Robin, look.”

She looks to where her friend is pointing and her breath hitches, slowly letting herself sink to the ground as you finally mutter a few words from lips beneath a crimson nosebleed.

“The gate.” You whisper out, trying to sit up and grabbing Robin’s arm when you felt weak. “I know… I know where the gate is.”

Robin meets Nancy’s fearful eye, her blood running cold. She hated to admit it, but all the signs were pointing to one thing and one thing only.

Vecna had cursed you, too.

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Welcome back, beloved readers! Things have finally calmed down for me so it’s time to inflict this update on the world. When we last left off, BATSHIT FELINA SMASHED VICTORIA’S URN

-WHY IS IT NOT BROKEN?!?

Because it turned out there’s a cheat to repair urns, HA. In your face!

-I BROKE THAT THING FAIR AND SQUARE

Felina seriously, GO TO HELL. I freaked out thinking I’d have to either quit without saving (hadn’t saved since before SUGAR DIED) or I’d have to deal with Victoria’s missing character file. You’re not allowed anywhere near the mausoleum again! 

-THAT’S FINE, I’LL JUST TRAP MYSELF IN THIS WALL UNTIL I DIE AND THEN YOU’LL BE SORRY

Bruh. I’ve had enough of this house, between the walls of death..

..the eternal yard fire..

..and the fact everyone is afflicted with a gross cold they keep passing around despite the fact I gave them medicine-

-I, a retired Mayor, was clearly the right choice to make medicine.

Well I thought you might do something useful for once, Shajar, but joke’s on me. Point is, it’s time to gtfo..

..to our new gigantic house! Look at all our crap on the lawn, and yes, I’m referring to the sims. 

I unpaused for 1 second to check something and Barf and Failina (Barflina?) have re-become enemies?? Did you stop being enemies at some point because I completely missed it. 

-We did but new house, new us!

It’s done! I went all out on this house for no discernible reason, let me give you the grand tour:

First floor! Man this house is a nightmare. 

Foyer! 

Luxurious pet room!

Kitchen!

Dining room!

Gambling room Library!

And living room!

Moving on to the second floor, Cyn and Sophie/Shajar’s bedrooms I kept the basically same as in the last house. The unfinished bedroom is Sugar and Sandy’s for reasons that will be explained shortly. 

I really feel I made this house too nice for the Unions but what can you do. 

Felina and Barth’s rooms in their ~signature colors~

And Liz and Sophito’s bedroom which is clearly all Liz.

Finally, on the little rooms on the third floor are the music room that @microscotch​ decorated❤️, and a lame room where we keep all our career rewards!

The mausoleum, which is unchanged other than I moved the pet graves in it and put them under each generation..

..and this is the yard! I kept it pretty much the same except larger-

-and I added a lake! We’re all done, time to unpause and enjoy long, safe lives in our new house..

OMG WTF

-YOU CAN’T ADD A FLAMETHROWER IN THE MIDDLE OF A FOUNTAIN, MORON -EVERYONE KNOWS WATER CATCHES FIRE 

BRO. When I tell you guys the entire family almost perished in a FOUNTAIN FIRE. Incredibly fitting cause of death. Thankfully the firefighter heroically saved us and all is well! Now I can’t wait to play a billion sims and pets on this gigantic cc-filled lot with no further problems whatsoever!

Alright then! I had a feeling it might come to this, Sugar take Sandy and gtfo.

-I will but be warned, our absence won’t solve anything! 

Ya, it sure DIDN’T. GROSS. Finally I turned off shaders and it went away, ok Sug, you and Sandy can move back in..

..and we can begin the ENDLESS task of getting all the skill points you lost to zombiehood back. And once you’re back at the top of your career and Sandy tops hers you are OUTTA HERE, you hear me???

-Ya ya, how many times are you gonna kick me out and move me back in? Admit it already, you LOVE ME. 

Ok ‘love’ is a strong word-

-YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT ME.

LET’S MOVE ON

It’s our first night in the new house and this is how Sophie and Shajar sleep. 

-Close enough for me. -I’d like another wall between us, actually.

#itsover

-Ah, nothing like that first sip of whiskey before school!

Ya Barth, I’m a little concerned about your aspiration bar.

-Ah, nothing like the first four glasses of whiskey after shcool!

Ya ok, we’re calling the matchmaker this weekend.

Jimbo (the puppy we adopted to mate with Veronica, I don’t remember if I introduced him) grows up and he looks ICONIC

The difference between their necks LOL

It’s Sophito’s birthday and Liz’s is in a few days, so it’s time to get started on their death portraits. What a cheerful gift, Cyn! 

Family reunion! Look at everyone all together, getting along..

..even Gunther came but completely ignored the party and went straight for the ballet bar, which legit made me emo, idk if you guys remember during generation 1 how obsessed he and Daniel were with the ballet bar, awww❤️ Alright, back to the party, go on Soph, blow your candles-

OH FFS

-SCREW YOU, FAILINA, IT’S BEYOND TIME TO HAVE OUR FIRST FIGHT IN THE NEW HOUSE  -AGREED, AND I CAN THINK OF NO BETTER MOMENT THAN THE ONE RIGHT BEFORE OUR FATHER BLOWS HIS CANDLES IN FRONT OF OUR ENTIRE FAMILY

Ok are you done?? Is this over?? Let’s try the cake again, Soph-

-Sorry, it’s time for me to finally reconnect with iVan, huhu!💗 -Awww, I’m so happy for you, grandma Cyn!

-DON’T BE TOO HAPPY, FAILINA -FUCKING BRAT, I HAD MY BACK TURNED

OK YOU KNOW WHAT, FORGET IT

HERE, HE’S GROWN UP. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SOPHITO 

-WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS FAMILY~👻

Ya idk, Victoria, you tell me, it’s your amazing DNA at work. 

-YOU’RE AN EMBARASSMENT, BARTHOLOMEW  -Well that hurts, grandma! 

-Thankfully nothing a drink won’t fix!

Oh my- I’d like to clarify at this point that this goddamn party is still going on-

-when this simultaneous pet and human fight occurs:

It’s Jimbo vs Shinok..

..and Barflina vs human dignity.

-Oh no, babe, I can’t look! -How could this happen, we were such involved parents!!

And at the moment where Barth throws his sister through a window, the matchmaker rewards us with a genie lamp for treading the arduous path of excellence. I don’t know about you, but what I take from this is we are perfect and should never attempt to improve ourselves in any way! 

#gen 4 #ts2 #long post

[writerownstory]

I’m bad with titles and just wanted to post this finally! Happy Juke Jeudi! 🥳

I really had this just sitting in my Notes app 🤧 There was more to it, but if I kept going I don’t think I’d ever finish…

part two to this.

~

It starts with secret meetings in the castle gardens after dark, with Rose keeping Ray busy while Julie slips out for an “evening walk” on her own as long as she stays within the palace’s boundaries. 

Then it’s meetings in town where Julie dresses like the next plain-clothed young woman with a red baseball cap and dark sunglasses obscuring her features as Luke whisks her into the little coffee shop that he works at with Reggie who also keeps an eye out for the royal security or anyone who might get Julie in trouble.

It can only happen while Rose runs her daily errands and the guards are occupied. Ray thinks Julie is with her mother, and neither Molina woman lets him know any different. Rose knows Luke will keep Julie safe and she trusts Julie not to do anything that would put herself in harm’s way.

And it’s perfect until it’s not. 

Julie and Rose are out one night to attend a music charity gala—naturally they both are excited to go and Luke gets a selfie of the two of them from Julie just before they head out. It’s the last time he talks to her for the night, until he’s awoken out of his sleep by his phone buzzing incessantly. 

The stormy weather made for a turbulent trip and there is a terrible car accident from which the queen doesn’t survive. The Molina family, along with most of the country but specifically the capital city, is absolutely devastated. Queen Rose brought so much life and love into the lives of everyone around her. She ruled the Costa de Estrella with a firm yet caring hand, and her absence is felt throughout the country. 

Julie takes it the worst, walking away from the crash with only a few scratches and a broken wrist, but her heart is shattered into a billion painful pieces. She disappears from the public eye, and though Luke had every intention of coming to see her, he hasn’t been able to sneak inside the palace since it happened. 

Her physical injuries heal with time, but Julie has felt like she’s been underwater ever since that night. Most nights she calls Luke because she can’t sleep, and she falls asleep listening to him talk or sing or play guitar, even though they both wish they could be together. Her father and Parliament are strangely understanding, allowing her time off her usual duties to grieve. 

Until a month later, and the Council has already planned a ball for her to host–her father’s idea–as part of her search for a suitable partner. Julie is immediately against the idea and when she confronts Ray, they have their worst argument yet and she hasn’t spoken to him since. 

Julie hasn’t spoken much to anyone besides Carlos and Luke if the few texts they manage to exchange count. (Ever since they announced the ball, the Council has been keeping Julie extra busy with preparations so she hasn’t had much of a chance to breathe, much less check her phone.) 

The night of the ball, the door to her bedroom slams open, startling her in her seat in front of her vanity. “Geeze, Flynn!” 

Oh, and she talks to Flynn. But Flynn won’t hear of anything differently. 

Flynn Taylor is one of Julie’s ladies in waiting but they both have always made faces at that title because Flynn has always been much more than that to Julie. Though Flynn works as her assistant, Julie knows that Flynn has her back more than anyone. 

“Sorry, you know I’ve got to make a grand entrance,” Flynn apologized as she rushes over to where Julie is sitting. “But I’ve got very important updates.” She brings her arm out from around her back, placing an elegant white lace mask over Julie’s eyes. 

“A mask?” 

“Yes, my dear princess Julienna, because I have convinced Victoria to make tonight’s ball a masquerade.” Flynn’s smile as she meets Julie’s gaze in the mirror tells her Flynn is not only excited but also incredibly pleased with herself, but Julie is still confused. 

“But… why?” Julie removes the mask from her face to turn and look at her best friend. 

“Just trust me on this one, J. I promise it’s worth it. And it matches your absolutely stunning gown.” 

“Except I don’t want to look stunning,” Julie says, turning away from the mirror to face her friend. “This whole ball is to look for a partner, Flynn. But I have Luke.” She knows she sounds whiny and maybe ungrateful, but the idea of looking for a partner that her father and the Council deems suitable feels ridiculous, not to mention wrong. There’s no reason to look for someone else when her heart already belongs to Luke who would do just about anything to protect it and her.

Flynn’s smile turns into a sympathetic look before she gives her a small grin. “I promise, it’s all going to work out.” She squeezes her shoulders before offering to help Julie finish getting ready. 

By the time Flynn leads her to the ballroom doors to make her grand entrance, anger and sadness are warring within Julie, making her incredibly grumpy and on edge.

This shouldn’t be happening.

Her mother should be here and this shouldn’t be happening. Though if Rose was still here, this would’ve never made it past a mere mention among the Council.

And the thought makes her stomach drop just as the doors open. 

Julie plasters on a fake smile as she makes her way over to where her father and Carlos are waiting. Her father says a few words, thanking everyone for coming  and plenty of other things Julie doesn’t really hear. She accepts dances from a few different men, and it isn’t so bad, but all she can think about is how she’d rather be dancing with Luke. 

She has to hand it to Flynn though, the masks do add an air of mystery and elegance to the night, though she’s not entirely sure how she’s supposed to tell who exactly she dances with. 

Julie finally catches a break between dances when a man walks up to her in a deep, navy blue suit and a matching black mask. 

He bows, as is customary when someone below nobility approaches Julie. When he straightens up he takes her hand and brings it to his mouth to press a kiss to her knuckles. 

Her immediate response is to give this man a piece of her mind, until he leans toward her, his whisper clear as day over the noise of the rest of the party, “May I have this dance, Princess?” 

Julie’s eyes widen as she meets the eyes of the masked stranger in front of her. “Luke?”

Despite the mask covering the top half of his face, Julie would recognize the bright, perfect smile on his face anywhere. “It’s me, boss,” he confirms as she reaches up to cradle both sides of his face.

“How are you here?” she whispers with tears gathering in her eyes.

“Flynn convinced Victoria to make the ball a masquerade. Your dad can’t kick me out if he doesn’t know its me.”

Julie takes a moment to take Luke in. Between the tux, the mask, and…his hair was done??? “Your hair,” she giggles, reaching up to brush her fingers over it.

“Flynn said it would help with the nobody recognizing me thing,” Luke says with a sheepish grin. She definitely owes Flynn for this.

A watery smile spreads across her face. “I missed you so much.” She hadn’t realized until he’s standing right in front of her just how much.

“I missed you too, Jules. You have no idea how much.” He reaches up to wipe away a few tears she hadn’t realized were falling, and ends up cradling her face like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

Like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

And suddenly none of it matters: the ball, her deteriorating relationship with her father, or looking for a partner. As long as she has Luke by her side, they’ll figure it out somehow.

#will I ever write another part???? who knows #also I can’t decide if Luke is just a normal citizen or if he is just nobility below Julie and her family but alas #this is what we’ve come up with #juke fic #my writing #happy juke jeudi! #jatp #julie and the phantoms

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 Summary: Every action has a consequence; every cause has an effect but would Wanda be the exception?

Parings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff, cursing, sexual innuendos, suggestive themes, flirting, groping, manipulation, lying, toxic behavior, gas lighting.

A/n: Enjoy this long as part, I said I’d never do an 8k word fic but here I am posting a 10k word fic lmaoo. Sorry for the long wait and thank you to everyone who stayed patient with me on updating this series. not proof read bc I just wanted to get this out to you guys any way Happy reading! 🙂💜

part 8 | part 10

A month. you and Wanda had been dating for a month now. You never expected things to go as smoothly as they have. From getting to know each other better, watching old lady tv shows with Wanda or just simply talking about the day you two had. This relationship was starting to really pickup pace quickly. Every day like clockwork whenever you exited a class you were always groped by Wanda as soon as she spotted you, you’ve grown used to it now not batting an eye at who it was anymore. Today was a different story coming out of your last class for the day. The touch you were waiting for never came, looking around you didn’t see you girlfriend in sight. You keep walking down the hall thinking maybe she chose a new spot to surprise you from but once again the touch you were eagerly seeking today was nowhere to be found. 

You send her a few texts asking her where she was after not receiving a reply you decided to call her phone. When it goes straight to voicemail you frown, that’s never happened before. Wanda always replied back to you wishing a millisecond and she always picked up on the first ring when you called. This was out of the ordinary for her, so you start walking to Wanda’s apartment maybe she’s busy with her art she’s been telling you about an art piece she was working on, but she refused to show you just yet. You knock on the door a few times and when it finally opens it wasn’t the person you were looking to see.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Hey, Nat what’s going on with Wanda, she didn’t text me at all today is she okay? She wasn’t outside my classroom door waiting for me. She didn’t grope me randomly in passing or harass me either.”

“Whoa, calm down sweetheart, she’s fine. Not really, she’s sick, must’ve caught a stomach bug or something.” You sigh in relief as Natasha looks at you admirably. She loves how you care about Wanda and her well-being. She opens the door wider and motions for you to come in. “I practically quarantined her in her room. she wasn’t feeling well after her first class this morning and when she came back, she really looked out of it.” 

“Poor thing.” 

“No poor me, she’s been really bitchy today more than usual. Sick Wanda is more dramatic than regular healthy Wanda.” You roll your eyes at her comparison. “She can’t be that bad, can she?” Natasha only raises an eyebrow at you and drags you in the apartment and towards Wanda’s door. She motions for you to keep quiet. If Wanda found out, you are here she’d play innocent. Natasha bangs on the wooden door. “Wanda, you alright in there?” 

“Natasha, get the fuck away from my door!” The impact of something hitting the other side of the door makes you jump back in surprise. Natasha was quick to hold you on instinct. She gives you a reassuring squeeze and mouths a ‘you, okay?’ You silently nod and finally become aware of her hand placement on your hips. catching your gaze, she removes her hands and sends you an apologetic smile before turning back to the door. “Do you need anything? Want me to get you some medicine?” she pauses before something else comes to mind. “You don’t have diarrhea, do you?” 

“Natasha, I just want you to shut up and get the hell away from my door” you try for a moment knocking on the door. “What?!” She shouts. “Go away!” 

“Wanda.” as soon as you say the word Wanda instantly reverses her wishes. “Princess?” 

“Yeah, it’s me, I didn’t know what was going on with you today, so I came to see if you were alright.” 

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I just felt like shit after my watercolor class. I’m a horrible girlfriend, aren’t I?” Sounds like she started to tear up. Natasha only looks at you with a smug look this was proving her point about how dramatic Wanda is when sick and it was only the beginning. “No, of course not” you make a move to turn the knob, but Natasha stops you. “What are you doing? You can’t go in there; you’ll get sick too. And the germs will most likely spread out here and then I’ll get it too.” You had no idea Natasha was such a germaphobe. 

“So, you just want to leave her in there by herself without her properly being taken care of?” 

“No, I’m saying we need supplies first before we just open the door to that hazardous ass room.” 

“I heard that you bitch!” 

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you; your congested nose is making it very hard to understand you SquidWard.” You pinch Natasha’s arm. “Ow! What was that for?” she rubs her arm. “For teasing her while she doesn’t feel good.” She scuffs. “Did you not just hear her calling me a bitch? And telling me to fuck off when I’m trying to check in on her?” 

“I’ll make sure she gets it too just when she’s better.” 

“Whatever, let’s go get these supplies.” While you took the liberty of ordering some flu medicine through DoorDash. Natasha goes into her room and comes out with two cans of disinfectant spray and two face masks. “You really are a germaphobe huh?” You smile playfully at her as you tease her. You were getting more comfortable with Natasha. Just being around her and having a chill conversation. “I am not! I’m trying to protect you from the sick.” You hum. “I appreciate it, I’m just messing with you. Though I really do think you are a germaphobe.” She brushes pass you and stands in front of Wanda’s door once again. 

She knocks on the door waits until you’re standing next to her and opens it this time. Her room is a mess. Tissues piled up in her trash can. Gatorade bottle on her nightstand. Her clothes and book bag just thrown out on the floor. Looks like she came straight home and flopped into bed. You find your girlfriend underneath the pile of blankets she still hasn’t removed herself from. “What are you guys doing in here? You’re going to get sick.” 

“Oh, shut up Squidward, we came-“ 

“You get out!” 

“Nat, just please don’t upset her even more, I’ll be fine.” She eyes you wearily and agrees. “Fine but you keep your mask on, no close contact and spray every so often. Got it?” she points a finger at you. “You have my word Captain germy.” She leaves the room. and you turn your full attention to the lump laying on the bed. 

“Baby, can you come out from underneath there?” she clutches the cover tighter. “No” she replies almost childlike. You round the bed to where she was laying. “You’re not gonna let me see your pretty face? I haven’t seen you all day.” She thinks on it for a moment before she rolls over to face you. she still doesn’t pull the blanket away from her face. 

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone, and check in on you a little later then.” she whines from under the cover and quickly reveals herself from the cocoon. her eyes look tired, her nose is red and she’s breathing through her mouth heavy. even in this state she looked adorable all wrapped up in her blanket like a burrito. “Hi.” she says the word softly as she can but her tone in voice changed. “Hi, what’s going on with you? hm?” she looks up at you through irritated, watery eyes and shrugs her shoulders. 

“Did you take some medicine?” she shakes her head no. “I don’t want it, it’s nasty.” you ignore her childish response while touching her forehead with the back of your hand and quickly pulling away. “Wands you’re burning up why are under here?” you clench on to the blankets giving them a slight tug.

“Cold.” she grips the blankets tighter to keep you from stripping her from the warm wrap she’s made. you needed to get some medicine in her quickly, but you knew it would be a hassle to convince her to take it. “Okay, how about we get you in the shower to wash the ick off of you and then we can get some medicine in you and order some food?” 

“You shower with me?” you tilt your head at her, you don’t know if she was innocently asking you or if she was taking advantage of this opportunity. most likely both. “Sure, I’ll shower with you.” 

“And you give me cuddles?”  

“And I’ll give you cuddles.” Natasha would surely lock you in this room with Wanda after you broke her rules by not spraying, being close in contact and not keeping the mask on. “Mmkay deal.” she unravels the blanket and sniffles. 

“Let me go run the water and I’ll come back and help you, okay?” she nods and blows her nose into the tissue. while you were making sure the water was at the right temperature and that you had everything prepared so she wouldn’t be on her feet too long. Wanda stubbornly made her way into the bathroom with you and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “Wands I thought I told you to stay in the room until I came back?” 

“I missed you, and I haven’t held you today.” she gives you a good squeeze. you laugh and unlink her arms from your waist. the heat coming from her body was unbelievable if you weren’t able to get her fever down you were definitely going to take her to the hospital.  “I missed you too, now come on let’s get you in the shower.” you wait for her to remove her clothes but she only stares at you. “what’s wrong?” 

“You said get ‘me’ in the shower. we’re supposed to shower together.” she childishly folds her arms and pouts. “We are but I have to put your sheets in the washing machine wands, I promise I’ll shower with you.” she eyes you cautiously and begins removing her clothes. she blushes when she catches you checking her out. “See if the water is at the right temperature for you, baby.” 

“Can we just skip this and go back to my bed to cuddle and skip the medicine part too?” she leans forward and wraps you in her arms once more. “Absolutely not, now get your butt in that shower.” she whines in the crook of your neck you lightly tap her butt to get her moving. she gasps from the contact. “You only want me to shower so you can touch my goodies. Are you taking advantage of me being sick princess?” she sends you a wide smile, good to know she was slowly getting back to herself. 

“You’re the one who wanted me to shower with you” you gasp defensively. “I don’t need to take advantage of you to see your goodies, you show them to me for free baby.” you laugh at her accusatory actions and place a kiss on her forehead. “Now, get your ass in the shower.” she does as she’s told finally getting under the water. you leave her to get everything else together. starting with her bed, emptying out her trash can, spraying the room with disinfectant. after you place the bedding in the washing machine Natasha alerts you that the medicine came and what should she order to eat.

 “I’ll ask Wanda when we’re done in the shower.” 

“Woah, wait a minute I thought I told you no contact.” 

“Nat, she looked like she was going to die of heat stroke. she was burning up. relax.” 

“Fine, but if I get sick.” she points her finger at you and walkaway. “You won’t”  

“Okay, I’m back” you find Wanda leaning on the cold tile of the shower wall. “Finally, now take your clothes off.” you don’t even scold her for her snappy tone you quickly take your clothes off and enter the shower. Wanda didn’t waste any time to hold you again. you left the water temperature warm to keep her comfortable, but you still needed to do something about that fever. you lean forward and turn the knob to cold water. she shrieks from the cold icy feeling and clutches on to you more.

“Whyy would you do that?” she whines in the crook of your neck squirming as you use more strength to hold her in place. “I’m sorry but we need to get your fever down, just a little longer, okay?” her teeth chatters as she nods her head. “C-cold now.” you turn the water back to a nice warm temperature to sooth her, you make note not to stay in here for much longer. the cold water was only a temporary fix for the fever. placing her head on your chest. “Is the steam helping with your nose?” she hums. “A little.” she lifts her head and stares intensely at you. “Can I have a kiss?” she moves her head forward hoping to catch your lips. 

“Are you crazy?” you dodge her and put some distance between you two. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” she holds your arms waiting for you to welcome her once more. you couldn’t resist her; she was really adorable. being all cute and needy today. so, you give her a kiss on her forehead, her cheeks, and place a final kiss on her nose. she places her head on your chest once again but this time she starts getting handsy. “Seriously wands?” you say, as she’s sliding her hands all over you and making sure to give your ass a good squeeze. “You know just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I don’t get horny.” you giggle at her words. “Well, let’s hurry up so we can do something about that cold of yours.” you slot your leg between hers and guide her to grind against your thigh, she always gave you what you wanted, you had no problem returning the favor. she hums and groans softly as you bring her closer and closer to her relief. she doesn’t last long any way, Wanda was cumming within a few minutes of her grinding. this cold really had a hold on her stamina and her overall energy. “Thank you printsessa.” she looks up at you with dazed irises and that urges you to wrap things up here so she could lay back down and get off her feet. “You’re welcome baby.” you kiss her cheeks a few times before shutting the water off and wrapping her up in a towel.

“Don’t you feel a little better after your shower?” she hums wrapped up in her towel. you come back with different variations of clothing for her. “What do you want to wear?” she points to the Paramore t-shirt. “What else?” she points to the panties you had laid out for her. you wait for her to point to something else, but it never comes. “That’s it?” she hums confidently. you won’t question her choice she did have a fever and the chills, so she probably didn’t want too much clothing on like she did before. 

“Okay.” you help her put the clothing items on and focus on doing the same. wearing Wanda’s clothes of course got her throbbing but she wasn’t going to push again. Wanda tells you she wanted Ramen for dinner so you text Natasha from the room and she sends a thumbs up emoji. when you’re done cleaning the bathroom and putting on new clothes you lead Wanda out of the room and into the living room. you spot Natasha on the couch fumbling to place her mask back on her face at the sight of Wanda finally coming out of her room. 

“What the hell? a warning would’ve been nice ya know.” Wanda parts her lips to say a snarky remark but Natasha beats her to it while clutching the disinfectant can in her hand. “I swear if you say anything I’ll spray you. One word.” Wanda sits on the couch with a scowl on her face as she waits for you to sit next to her. “Nat leave her alone we’ll just make her wear a mask until the food gets here.” Wanda smiles victoriously and sticks her tongue out at Natasha. Natasha peeks over to see if you’re looking at them and when she sees that you’re preparing the small care package for Wanda she sprays the can right at Wanda. the fit of coughing is what gets you to turn around. “Wands are you okay? you need water?”

 “I think she’s fine; I think you should give her the medicine now though.” she smirks over her beer bottle getting actual payback at Wanda knowing just how much she hated oral medicine. Wanda furiously shakes her head. “I’m fine now, I don’t need it.” you tut at your girlfriend and bring the tray of water, Gatorade and medicine over to the coffee table. you shake the cough syrup and crack the seal. wanda squirms with each movement you make. especially when you actually pour the thick liquid into the plastic cup. she clamps her lips down tight when the plastic cup nears her face. “Come on you need to take it to get better. the sooner you take this the sooner you can get your cuddles.” she dodges each advance you take. “Please, for me?” you rub your thumb against her chin. you sit down on her lap hoping this would tip her over the edge to submit. 

“Can you open your mouth and take your medicine... for your princess?” you almost got her with the nickname. any other time she would have folded instantly but she really despised cough medicine, so she kept her lips shut tight. you huff after being denied again.

 Natasha comes up with a way to get Wanda to take the medicine. hopefully you would be up for it because part of this was for her own benefit. “Maybe you should give me some cuddles instead y/n, since Wanda is being a big baby and won’t take the medicine.” she smirks at Wanda’s panicked expression. she relaxes after a few seconds not believing that you would do it. Natasha gives you an encouraging look waiting for you to make your way over to where she was seated. this could actually work so you sit the plastic cup on the tray and walk over towards Natasha on the other end of the couch. dodging Wanda’s hands to grab you. 

Natasha opens her arms welcoming your warm body into hers. you pull away from Natasha when you hear a grunt and the stomp of Wanda’s foot on the floor. “Take it and I’ll come back to give you your cuddles.” She clenches her jaw as she watches you hold Natasha close. “You didn’t tell me how soft she was wands; I see why you keep her cooped up in that room.” she snuggles her face against yours. Wanda snatches the plastic cup off the table and throws it back like a shot. she grimaces and coughs dramatically. 

“I took it now, get over here and give my cuddles.” she pouts as she waits for you to return back to her. you turn towards natasha blinking blankly at her. “Uh nat.” she hums. “Hm?” she raises her brows in question. “Are you going to let go so I can go back to wands?” her eyes go wide not realizing the hold she had on you. “You sure you want to go back over there with that contagious monster?”  you laugh as you untangle yourself from Natasha. she had to fight back a whine that almost pushed through her as you left her on the couch. walking over to Wanda you smile at her. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?.” she pulls you forcefully on the couch and climbs on top of you. “Cuddles now.” she demands it now after she requested it earlier. 

you pull her head down on top of your chest and stroke her hair. after a few minutes the cuddles weren’t enough not after seeing you give what was hers away. she tugs at your hands. “What is it?” she lifts her head to look you in the eyes. tilting her head adorably. “I want butt rubs too.” she tugs on your hand once again and places it on her butt. 

you give her what she wants softly rubbing her butt she hums in satisfaction before she once again deems it not enough. she wants your hands on her skin. she wiggles on top of you, and you don’t know what she’s doing until she grabs your hand again and you feel the fabric of her panties. you halt your movements. and harshly whisper. “Wanda.” she whines in retaliation. she didn’t care about Natasha being a few feet away this was her time to be as needy as she wanted to be plus you owed her after giving her cuddles away. you can feel the eye of Natasha staring into you. curiosity gets the best of you and you peer over Wanda’s head to watch her. you mouth a ‘Sorry’ to her and she waves you off. 

“Don’t be.” she turns her attention back to the television and you follow suit. you get through the first half of the movie until the food arrives. after basically starving herself today Wanda built up quite the appetite, she slurped her ramen and stuffed her jaws full. not caring to eat cautiously. “Geez slow down.” Natasha scolds Wanda and her eating manners. she flips Natasha off in response. you grab her face when she’s done drinking the stock from the ramen. “Let me clean you up, you really do eat everything messy huh?” the words come out before you could stop and rephrase the sentence. Natasha raises an eyebrow and Wanda just bites her lip. sometimes it amazes you just how little effort it takes for you to turn her on.

“N-not like that! you two need to get your minds out of the gutter.” you feel the warmth grow to your face from the nervousness. “We didn’t say anything, that was all you and your horniness.” Natasha shrugs and goes back to eating her sushi. you turn to look at Wanda for backup she only shrugs her shoulder with Natasha. “Oh, don’t act like you’re so innocent y/n, these walls may be thick but there not that thick.” you gasp and launch a pillow at her. “You’re a perv.” you weren’t really upset with her about it because normally you shut down any advances Wanda tried on you while you knew Natasha was home. but that night there was no compromising with Wanda. Natasha shrugs her shoulders and takes a sip from her drink. 

“It’s not like I can just close my ears from the lewd noises.” That night of the party. even after everyone left you two were still going. Natasha spent all night with her fingers pumping deep within herself. you and Wanda went all night and so did she. partly because who the hell could get a good night’s rest with the outbursts coming from Wanda’s room and the main reason was that it was a turn on hearing your reaction. the dirty talk, the slapping of skin and the moans. you take a glance at Wanda as she leans her head on your shoulder. “And what’s your take on all of this?” she wraps her hands around your waist and turns towards Natasha. 

“Hope you enjoyed the show.” she turns back to eat more food but realizes she ate all her ramen, so she takes some of your sushi and stuffs her mouth. “Oh, I did, I enjoyed it a lot...Mommy.” Wanda chokes on the spicy tuna roll hearing that word and the mocking tone in Natasha’s voice. you gently pat Wanda’s back to stop the coughing and hand her a bottle of water to sooth her throat. you make sure to send Natasha a warning glare in return for continuing to tease her oddly enough you weren’t even embarrassed by the fact that Natasha heard you calling Wanda mommy or that Wanda referred herself as that while you two where in the bedroom.

“Okay, looks like my work here is done, I’m gonna go take a shower and wash the sick that Wanda has floating around in here now.” she gets up and gathering up her trash to throw it away and leaves the living room to take her shower. a cold one for sure. when Natasha leaves you and Wanda settle back into the couch cuddled up. she turns on a movie during the movie and her commenting on the plot she stops to look at you. you were on your phone and no doubt getting frustrated about something. “What’s wrong dekta?” you move your eyes away from the screen briefly before moving them back. “It’s Daisy, she’s been acting weird.” Wanda clears her throat and sits up, pulling away from you. “Acting weird how?” 

“I saw her today in the cafe and she just completely ignored me.” 

“Maybe she didn’t see you, or maybe she’s just really busy.” 

“Wanda I was standing right in front of her, and she actively tuned me out. then proceeded to leave after I sat down. like I should be the one that’s fed up. she’s the reason my damn laptop got fried and she didn’t even try to make up for it.” wanda rubs her hand on your back. “Hey, hey, breathe y/n, just forget about Daisy. obviously, she doesn’t care about you enough to not let what we have affect your friendship.” 

“It’s just not like her, even now when I tried to text her or send her a message, she has me blocked. on everything Wanda. like I’m the bad guy.”

 “You know what I think?” you hum as Wanda takes the phone from you and sits it on the coffee table. “I think Daisy is jealous. jealous that you’re with me and she’s using the excuse of what happened in the cafe as a way to make you feel guilty. just forget her. she doesn’t deserve your time. she isn’t a real friend.” on the outside Wanda was just being a concerned and loving girlfriend but, on the inside, she was jumping with excitement that daisy did as she was told and stayed away from you like Wanda ordered her to. Daisy wasn’t that heartless to stop talking to you just because you chose to pursue a relationship with Wanda over her. would she be disappointed? yes, but she would’ve still been your friend. Here you were basically heartbroken over Daisy ending your friendship. Here you were thinking that she was just being an asshole who couldn’t take rejection when in reality she only avoided you for her safety. She only avoided you because of Wanda. 

“That doesn’t sound like her, something else must be going on with her, I know her Wanda and this isn’t her.” Wanda was quick to come up with a response hoping this would get you to drop the daisy situation and finish the night off with more cuddles and movies. “Sometimes you think you really know a person and they turn out to be a total stranger, maybe this is one of those times and sometimes people just change.” she shrugs her shoulders and gently caresses the wrinkle between your eyes. 

“Baby?” she taps her thumb against your cheek to regain your full attention again seeing you still lost in thought.

“Hm?” 

“You still never told me your favorite color.” that was random, but she really wanted to know, she still hasn’t fulfilled her fantasy yet because of it. “You won’t let that one go, will you?” she shakes her head. “No, now what’s your favorite color?” 

“I don’t have one.” you reply back nonchalantly and hold back the smirk that was fighting against you. “I don’t believe you.” she narrows her eyes at you. “I’m serious, I like all the colors.” she hums “That’s really gay princess.” 

“Shut up.” you boop the tip of her nose. Wanda rolls her eyes and huffs. “You made me wait this long just to tell me you didn’t have a favorite color?” you shrug your shoulders not offering her much more other than an adorable giggle she always wants to hear.

 “Ask me a question.” you think on it for a minute trying to come up with something good. before you asked this question you needed to know that she would answer it. “You promise to answer it?” she sits up now curious to know what you’re going to ask her. she agrees anyway. “I promise.” you pull her back down on top of you turning your neck to look down at her as you ask the question. 

“What’s your middle name?” she flops her head in the crook of your neck and groans. “Noo anything but that, I get enough of Nat pestering me about it.” Wanda refused to even tell her best friend about it and swore Pietro to secrecy. Natasha found out about it anyway beating it out of Pietro, but she still gloated to Wanda about knowing her middle name. maybe now if you get her to crack, she can say she knew before you just to tease you and Wanda. 

“You said you would answer my question, you made a promise. what’s so bad about your middle name?” 

“I don’t like it.” she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay, you don’t have to tell me then I’ll think of somethin-” she mumbles the word so low you couldn’t even hear her even with her on top of you. “What was that?” she takes a deep breath and says the word again louder and clearer. “My middle name is Django.” she curls in on herself but you’re quick to reassure her with a kiss to the cheek that turn her red instantly. “What was that for?” she asks while touching the cheek your lips just graced her. “I like it.” 

“Really?” 

“Mmhm, its different, unique, and it’s sexy.” you whisper the last word by the shell of her earlobe gently biting down on it and giving it a slight tug. “Just like you.” the moan and hitched breath you receive in return had you smiling from ear to ear. “Down girl.” she pouts at you teasing and denying her. “You can’t say things like that and not expect me to pounce on you.” she pouts and rolls her eyes in an annoyed manner. you only laugh at her reaction. “And you think it’s funny to tease me? Just wait until I feel better.” you tap her butt and pull her closer. “Oh? and what are you going to do to me when you get better?” she groans as she watches you tease her once more with your expression this time. “Stopp, you know what you’re doing.” you kiss her cheek, and her pout is gone instantly. “Well, I guess I should watch out for when you do get better huh?” 

“All I’ll say is there will be zip ties involved.” that gets the smug teasing smile to be wiped off of your face. “What?” she only smiles in victory and lays her head back on your chest. when you keep asking her for more elaboration, she turns your face back to the television screen.

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Somewhere during the movie marothon Natasha returns from her room, you wanted to ask her if she was alright since she’s been gone for a long time. but seeing as how she looked calm, relaxed and refreshed you brush it off. she even sat closer to you Wanda this time and shared snacks with you guys. engaging in conversation about the plot and the characters. this was new you haven’t had that much time to spend with Natasha even though she lived here. Wanda was always dragging you into her room or the two of you were rushing out of the door going on spontaneous, adventurous dates and just spending time together.

you sit up with Wanda still on your chest, ignoring her disapproving noises of you shifting and moving to check your phone for the time. “Babe, I have to get going before it gets too dark.” as expected she groans and whines after hearing that you were leaving her. you shift to lift Wanda on the other seat of the couch she grabs your arm before you can move away from her. “Stay.” you add multiple kisses to her forehead to ease the denial she was about to receive. “I can’t tonight baby, Nat will look after you and make sure you’re comfortable, okay?” 

“She’s gonna leave me for dead please, don’t go I’ll starve, I’ll die from lack of affection.” you tap Wanda’s arm. “That’s not anyway to talk about your best friend and the person whose gonna look after you while your sick baby.” contrary to what anybody says you think Natasha is actually soft underneath her hard exterior. she huffs and mumbles a “fine” under her breathe. you turn you attention to Natasha after hearing Wanda’s approval. “Okay, she takes the medicine every four hours, check on her temperature every so often just to make sure her fever doesn’t go back to how it was before, and I’ll check in later to make sure she’s still alive.” you give Natasha a pointed look near the end of your sentence knowing she would totally let Wanda suffer a little bit just from the bickering they did earlier today. 

“Relax, I’ll take care of sickie here.” she holds Wanda tighter on the couch, crazy how she was such a paranoid germ police earlier and now she’s comfortable enough to not only sit next to Wanda but hold her in a cuddle. you remove the clothes you borrowed from Wanda and put your fresh clothes back on after retrieving them from the dryer. you walk back to the living room to give Wanda a final goodbye. “I’ll check in on you later alright? and please take your medicine it’s to help you get better.” you needed to remind her knowing once you left Watasha would have a tough time trying to get Wanda to take the medicine. “Fine.” you lean down to hug Wanda she doesn’t think it’s enough to satisfy her, so she pulls you closer to her. you flop down on top of her and Natasha. 

“Kisses to feel better?” you tilt your head at her trying to con you out of giving her kisses. you oblige giving her quick pecks to her cheek. Natasha clears her throat from underneath Wanda. “Do I get kisses as well? or do I have to have a cold?” Wanda scuffs. “Fuck off, you already got her to cuddle you today when they were meant for me. Get your own girlfriend.” Natasha rolls her eyes at Wanda; Natasha came up with a great plan to help her bestie down the medicine. she was looking after her wellbeing after all. 

“I’m just saying it once again if I get sick, Y/n is gonna play nurse for me.” she shrugs her shoulders not caring about the dirty look Wanda was giving her. Wanda has had enough of the teasing today especially since she was horny beyond belief, and you wouldn’t touch her or let her get off with you being here. she’s gonna have to wait now. Wanda didn’t masturbate as much as she used to unless you were really busy with schoolwork. you two would settle for phone sex or just doing things on facetime. 

Wanda swats Natasha with the couch pillow with force behind every hit. you have to step in to snatch the pillow from her. “Stop, baby. Let Natasha help and try not to kill each other please!” you give her one last kiss before giving Natasha a warning glare about teasing Wanda so much. Natasha shows her hands in surrender and agrees to ease up on the teasing. you say your farewell s and make your way to your dorm room. Natasha was still going to tease Wanda and now more than before since you were gone. 

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As promised you facetime Natasha to check in and instantly see chaos erupting. with Natasha out of breath chasing Wanda around the apartment. “Wanda, I swear to god! if you don’t sit down and take this medicine.” you cover your mouth to stifle the laugh. “Y/n, she’s not listening permission to just knock her out?” you hear Wanda’s voice hitch she didn’t know Natasha called you she kept threatening to do it but never fell through. she tries to snatch the phone from Natasha but fails. “Princess, come back please! she’s so fucking mean and rude.” she bumps into Natasha so she can see your face on the screen. 

“Baby.” you finally speak after holding your laughter in. she hums in response and nibbles on her lips. “Yes?” she looked better than she did earlier today, but you can tell she’s still not one hundred percent. “Stop giving Natasha a hard time and take the medicine.” she cringes just from the thought of it. she parts her lips to answer you, but she gets distracted from actually taking a good look at you and the screen. “What are you wearing dekta?” you pinch your brows before looking down at yourself, you had on a camisole, but it was enough for her to get turned on from it, you lift the phone at a higher angle cutting off Wanda’s view of your hardened nipples through the thin material. “Don’t try to change the subject take the damn medicine.”  

“Show me your nipple and I’ll take it.” her sweet, adorable smile turned into a mischievous one within a second. Natasha just stands by in amusement, she most definitely wouldn’t complain if you flashed your nipple over the phone. you scuff at her trying to bargain with you in this way, and you weren’t going to entertain it. “Bye Wanda, take the medicine.” you hang the phone up. ten minutes later your phone lights up with Wanda’s name. you smile to yourself knowing she took the medicine. you end up on facetime until she gets sleepy and tired. you watch her sleep after the many times you’ve called her a creep for doing the same thing to you. your girlfriend might be a wild card and unpredictable, but you loved that about her. 

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Walking from the lecture hall you switch modes when you feel hands roam your body, knowing your girlfriend was sick in bed this gave you the incentive to put all your strength in the slap you gave to the perverted person. you double back when you hear the voice yell out in pain. “Ouch what the fuck!” 

“Wanda? why would you do that I thought you were some random person.” you swat at her in frustration. she huffs in pain as she holds her face. “Yeah, obviously.” you pull her hands away from her face to inspect the damage. her face was red, but you don’t know if it’s from the cold fall weather or the slap. you’ll go for the latter. 

“Don’t get mad at me, aren’t you supposed to be at home? in bed? resting?” you poke her with your finger with each word that comes out of your mouth. she moves her eyes towards the sky and feigns innocence. “No.” you lean your head to the right in a ‘really’ position. “What? I feel better, see? don’t I look sexy again?” she motions to her body with her hands. 

“You always look sexy.” her playful manner falters. “Liar, I looked horrible the other day.” you pin her against the wall planting kisses on her face as she giggles. “Take it back, right now.” Wanda being Wanda she was stubborn and was not going to fold easily. you tickle her armpit and hold her down as she squirms more. “Ah! ok ok I take it back; I take it back!” you stop your tickle attack and smile at her with confidence. 

“Cheater.” she glares at you for using her weakness against her in public. you fix the beanie on her head, properly pulling it down over her ears, she was still recovering from that cold. “Don’t pout, c’mon let me buy you a milkshake.” you bite you lip and swing Wanda’s hand back and forth waiting for her to accept your mini date request. Wanda never let you pay for things on the dates you two have been on the last month, she’s not opposed to you buying anything for her, but she loves giving you things it’s a love language of hers. 

“What if I buy you a milkshake?” you pretend to think on it knowing you weren’t going to let her win this time you don’t even answer her, you pick her up and place her over your shoulder. “Nope! I’m buying my demon baby a milkshake. and that’s final.” 

“Princess put me down!” she yelps out in surprise and clings to your jacket hoping you wouldn’t drop her. she was still a little weak from getting sick.

“Okay, we’re definitely signing you up for WWE why the hell are you so strong?” you laugh placing her back on her own two feet and slap her butt. “Shut up, so since you’re feeling better you wanna go to the drive-in with us tonight? me, Yelena and Kate?” she shakes her head declining your offer. “No, we can go to the drive-in, we’re not sharing a car with them I want you all to myself.” part of it was true but it was also the fact that Kate and Wanda still had unsettled tension. 

“You’re so difficult you know that? you could’ve just said yes.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Now come on I believe you owe me a milkshake my love.” she eagerly pulls your arm as she leads you to her car.

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Everyone decided to meet up at the drive-in. you were apprehensive only because of the movie hey were showing tonight. you hated horror films most of the time you could tolerate certain things, like jump scars. seeing gory dead people, demons and creatures frightened you. you sit in the passenger seat hands linked with Wanda’s. your anxiety was through the roof with anticipation. you know it’s coming and yet when the demon pops up on the screen you still jump and clench onto Wanda tighter. she notices but doesn’t say anything loving the feeling of you being needy for her touch or comfort to sooth you, she vows to hold you in her arms the rest of the movie when you get scared again but you beat her to the punch when you get so scared you leap on to her lap honking the horn in the process. all eyes were on you and Wanda in her car for a moment before everyone went back to watching the screen or doing other things. 

“Hey, you okay princess?” she chuckles and holds your head as you burry your face in her shirt. “It’s not funny asshole.” you snap back at her, not in an offensive way just an irritated and embarrassed way. “Sorry, do you want to leave?” she looks to you with concern now, if this movie was truly too much for you, she would start this car immediately and take you wherever you wanted to go, there was no limit when it came to you. “No, I’m not a punk I can finish the movie and how are you not getting scared from this shit? seriously feel my heartbeat.” she laughs at your mini rant. 

“I don’t get scared easily dorogoy.” she places her hand over your heart and slowly pulls you forward into a slow and tender kiss. the soft feeling of her lips, the way your tongues meshed together, and just the familiar feeling you’ve gotten used to makes your senses overload. you find yourselves into a heated make out session, still slow but with much more intensity. Wanda could only hold off so long with her hand still resting over your heartbeat, her hand drifts down to squeeze your breast. the shocking touch sent warm vibrations throughout your body and once again made you hit the steering wheel honking the horn. “Shit! my bad.” you turn towards the window and apologize to the other cars in the close proximity. 

“you’re so jumpy tonight why don’t you go take a walk and get us some snacks?” she kisses your neck as she waits for an answer. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” you probably needed some fresh air hopefully that would help you to finish the movie all the way through. “No, never. This will give you an excuse to leave and not have to watch the next few scenes. I can just tell you what happened.” you had a bet with Yelena that you could stay the whole night and tell her what happened in the movie. “Okay, what kind of snacks do you want?” she hums in thought for a few seconds. “Something salty, I have something sweet already.” she nips at you lip and quickly soothes over the stinging sensation. 

“Smooth, real smooth if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get in my pants.” your knowing tilt your head at her. “Aren’t I always?” she kisses you again and hands you a stack of cash to buy whatever you wanted at the snack bar. 

“I’m gonna make a quick restroom break and then I’ll be right back with snacks.” you lean over her to open the car door receive a smack to your butt on the way out and Wanda telling you not to take too long. you left the car just in time when Wanda actually jumped from a gruesome scene playing out on the giant screen. Wanda was just that lucky knowing you would tease her and never let her live it down when she’s always giving you the ‘I don’t get scared of anything.’ vibes. everything always worked in her favor.

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Taking a quick look at the snack line it was a little bit of a wait, so you head to the restroom. coming out of the stall and washing your hands you feel a figure standing next to you. slowly peeking up beside you, you quickly turn back to the sink putting more haste and quickness in your movements. 

“Hello, y/n.” Jean leans against the sink waiting on you to respond. “Oh, you remembered my name this time?” 

“Yeah, I guess I did.” you grab some paper towels to dry your hands off and Jean still lingers by the sink watching you intensely. you exhale deeply and turn around to face Jean. “Did you need something?” she hums in satisfaction. “Actually, yes! glad you asked. I’m just wondering when you’re going to see Wanda’s true colors?” she tilts her head curiously as her eyes roam over you. 

“Look I know she’s a little mean and pushy but she’s not a horrible person. So what else you got?” you lean against the sink waiting to see what kind of excuse and reason she would come up with.

“I’m telling you that you really don’t know her, and what she’s capable of. Can you really truly be with her when you find out how she really is? I know I can, one hundred percent, I don’t care how she is to other people but you, you have morals and expectations for her. I love her unconditionally; can you say the same?” you were getting upset with her talking about Wanda in this manner like she was around long enough to even have a conversation with Wanda. Hell, she didn’t even have the privilege of pillow talk with Wanda. Now she was talking about love?? she loved wanda? this was beyond her just upset about being dropped from Wanda’s beck and call. this was obsession, she was obsessed with Wanda and now you by association.

“Love? What do you know about love? You don’t even know her outside of her using you for a quick fuck. Are you really that far gone in the head that you can’t understand that Wanda wants no part of you? she’s not interested in you. you were nothing but a quick nut for her. move on. you’re way too smart to be acting like this Jean.” 

“I never thought you’d have such a filthy mouth. if you thought I was just a quick fuck you’re out of your mind.” you chuckle and fold your arms against your chest. “Well, I guess I’m out of my fucking mind because who has Wanda waiting for them outside right now? it’s definitely not you, the quick fuck.” you step closer to her with confidence and determination written in your eyes Jean mirrors you every step, backing away from you. 

“Who practically lives at Wanda’s apartment? has she bought you anything? helped you study? and who’s going to meet her parents when we go on break? Me! her girlfriend. you send her a tight-lipped smile in return. “Jean we’ve been together for a month now, she’s not going anywhere I literally have her wrapped around my finger.”

“How long until she gets bored of you? that’s her game. she stops at nothing to get what she wants, and when she no longer wants it anymore, she drops you.” part of you felt bad for Jean. no one should feel this way. Wanda never lied to her about what they were right? everyone knew she wasn’t the relationship type even you, but you understood because much like everyone else on campus you still wanted her attention, and you had it for a split second before she forgot about you and gave all the attention you thought was meant for you to Jean.

“Like I said, you don’t know her. whatever, Wanda you had, is not the same one that’s sitting out there waiting for me.” you point at the door starting to get annoyed with this conversation, you just wanted to watch the movie with your girlfriend in her car and possibly fuck in the front seat later, this was not on your schedule plan. Jean parts her lips for another come back and you no longer want to hear what she’s saying so you head for the restroom door.

“You don’t know her either.” you stop in front of the door hand on the door handle. Jean has her hand placed against the door keeping your from leaving and bringing her cellphone into your line of sight. seeing them and hearing the voice of your girlfriend and your best friend arguing over whether or not to tell you the truth. your friend Kate Bishop sold you out for drugs. Was her need for them really that strong that she would throw away your friendship for it? She obviously proved to you that it was, because if it wasn’t, if she was a true friend to you, she wouldn’t have done this. And Wanda was just as sick for toying with Kate’s emotions. You feel sick, sick to your stomach at feeling like nothing but an object and the price? Your value was the equivalent of a few bags of weed and Xanax pills. You feel stupid, after the nights you two shared you thought maybe you misunderstood Wanda as a person. she went through a lot but that didn’t excuse this. She’s exactly who you thought she was. You were played, not only by Wanda but by someone you considered family. Jean takes pride in seeing you distraught and sad. “Like I said, you don’t know her.” she leaves it at that and exits the restroom all together. you take a moment to calm yourself and process everything that happened. you storm out of the bathroom and make your way back to the car. 

Wanda sees you returning to the car empty handed and with a not so energetic look on your face. when you open the car door and sit in the passenger seat facing Wanda, she questions you. “Y/n? What’s wrong? What happened to the snacks?” Just the sound of her voice fills your body with rage stark contrast to how it made you feel moments before everything was revealed. Wanda doesn’t know what’s going on. “Did I do something?” You want to see if she had any kind of sympathetic emotions about what’s she done. If she’ll come clean without going too much into detail. “I don’t know did you?” you shift in your seat and turn your body all the way to fully face her. She just stares at you giving you a questioning look about what was going on with you. “Right, that’s expecting too much from you.” you scuff and grab your bag from the dashboard. 

“What are you talk-“she grasps your hand before you can fully exit the car. she couldn’t even finish asking you what the hell was going on before you snatched your hand from her grip.

“I just had an interesting conversation with Jean.” 

“Jean? Why the hell are you talking to her? Is she stalking you or something?” honestly Wanda was sick and tired of her always being in the middle of your relationship, Wanda didn’t have many regrets, but Jean was one of them. she wished she left her alone, she wished she’d stuck to the one and done rule, and most of all she wishes she ended up with you that night at the party.

“I’m going to ask you this once. Do you have something to tell me?” 

“Other than I love what you have on and can’t wait to take it off?” she tries to make light of the situation, trying to bring back the energy that was once in this car before you left to get snacks. this was not the time to be playful this was serious, and she couldn’t see it when its practically written all over your face!

“Fuck you.” you exit the car and slam her car door.

“What the fuck?” Wanda scrambles to open the door and catch up with you, she didn’t know what hell was going on with you. you were just fine moments ago. she pulls you back by your arm and turns you around to face her.

 “Tell me what’s upsetting you dorogoy. what kind of lie did that jealous, obsessed, bitch say to you? Let me know so that I can reassure you.” her anxiety level was higher than it’s ever been in this moment right now. she starts to calm down more as you allow her to get closer to you this time. “She’s not the one lying and playing mind games this time Wanda, it’s you.” The frustrated teary-eyed look you give her is enough for her to put the pieces together about what you’re talking about. She didn’t think this would happen. She was too caught up with just being with you that actually telling you the truth was put in the back of her mind the further you two got closer. 

“I know. I know about everything. About your arrangement with Kate.” Wanda was going to ruin Jean’s life. How did she even find out about the arrangement she and Kate had? Wanda was going to need a miracle to get out of this one without facing the consequences of her actions. all the warmth and heat Wanda had throughout her body was now drained just from hearing you say those words. Her first reaction was to come clean about everything, but Wanda was still trying to justify herself and save face. “What arrangement? I don’t know what she’s talking about, she’s lying baby.” You couldn’t believe her; she was still lying to you. 

“You’re going to lie to my fucking face even more? I saw and I heard with my own eyes Wanda! That night at the apartment Kate was going tell me everything and you lied telling her you would be the one to tell me the truth.” 

“Baby I’m telling yo-” you gave her no room to shoot more lies from her lips. Wanda flinches from the snappy and harsh tone you give her. “Don’t insult my fucking intelligence, Wanda.” 

“Can you please just-“ you slapped her, were you regretful about it? no, not at all. in this moment you felt like she deserved it. you feel stupid. embarrassed, and weak. Wanda clutches her face with her jaw dropped and her anxiety raising with each passing second you stare into her. “I saw and heard everything; Jean recorded the conversation you had with Kate.” Jean was right you really didn’t know Wanda. one month down the drain.

spotting the commotion from her car Yelena was quick to run over to you and be the backup you needed if thing escalated any further. Kate follows behind her no matter how much she wants to hide in the trunk or the back seat of a car, she knew this would come to the light sooner or later just not a whole month going by. every time she thought about just telling you she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Stepping in front of you Yelena shields you from Wanda’s grasp. “Is there a problem Y/n/n?” Yelena doesn’t take her eyes off of Wanda as she asks the question.

“Yes, we’re fine now can you let us finish our conversation?” Wanda steps forward to resume the talk between you two but Yelena blocks Wanda’s attempt again. “Y/n why don’t you go wait by my car.” you nod and walk away not sparring Wanda another glance. you walk past Kate not even giving her the time of day, you couldn’t even look at her right now. what Wanda did was fucked up but at the end of the day she didn’t really owe you any loyalty, not like Kate did. that was your best friend, your family, you thought she’d have your back through any and everything and yet she practically gave you away to get high.

Each step Wanda took Yelena mirrored it with ease she was very protective of you she was gracious enough to give Wanda a warning and she still managed to fuck it up. “Yelena, move out the way you don’t even know what’s going on.”  Wanda needed to catch up with you so that you could hear her out. yes, she used Kate’s weakness against her but it for a greater cause not to mention it was harmless it was just a little detail about your class schedule and getting you to the right place at the right time. how couldn’t you see that she didn’t do this out a malicious intent at least not with Kate. Wanda was never going to actually do all of those things to Kate she was just so gullible to believe it. was it a dick move? yes but it was just a bunch of empty threats. Now Daisy was a different story she was actually competition that needed to be eliminated, Wanda wanted you so bad she didn’t care about how she ended up with you. Now she wishes she took a different approach.

 “I know my best friend just walked away angry and crying so quite frankly that’s all I need to know about the situation. I told you what would happen if you hurt her.” Yelena floors Wanda to the concrete ground with a swift leg sweep. She basically punches first and asks questions later, if she even cared enough to ask, but this was you, so she’d definitely be snuggled up to you later asking for details on what happened. 

“What the fuck?” Wanda yells out from the pain. A crowd of people forming around them as they both go blow for blow on the ground a few feet away from you. “What did you do? I’m not going to ask you again Wanda.” Wanda put up a good fight, but Yelena was far too trained to be taken down by Wanda. “Are you insane? you don’t even know what happened you psycho!” Wanda throws a punch of her own that connected to Yelena’s face.  

You’re too enraged yourself to actually take sight of what’s happening around you at the moment on focused on the anger, hurt, and a sadden Kate in front of you. “Y/n, can you slow down please and talk to me, please.” she grabs your hand hoping it would stop your fast paced walking. you quickly turn around to face her snatching your hand away from her in the process. “Now you want to talk? you had a month! you had a month to tell me what the hell was going on. you had a month and just the fact that you would even do that to me! a few bags of weed and xanax....was that all our friendship was worth? was that all I was worth to you?” your voice raised in volume alerting everyone else in the parking lot.

“Y/n/n” just the sadness in her eyes made you angry what the fuck was she sad about? She wasn’t the one being pimped out for drugs you were! Before she could muster up any excuse the loud contact from the slap to her face stops whatever bullshit lie was going to fall from her lips. she gets the courage to attempt her apology again which only furthers your anger before you know it you and Kate find yourselves in a struggle of power. bumping into parked cars until finally you both ended up on the ground. Wanda and Yelena are rolling around on the ground. The same time you and Kate roll around on the ground. Natasha and Pietro finally push through the sea of people, and they don’t know which fight to break up first. Natasha goes to pull Yelena off of Wanda and Pietro pulls you off of Kate. 

When Yelena finally pulls her enraged eyes away from Wanda, she looks to find Kate scuffed and bloody. “Bishop, what did you do? Why did y/n-” Kate only shakes her head. unable to say the words especially in front of a crowd of people. the only thing Yelena can come up with is that Wanda cheated on you with Kate, because of her reputation but also because she’s never seen you lay a hand on Kate, not in this way, not to physically hurt her. Yelena would find out about everything later if you wished to talk about things tonight, if not she wouldn’t push you. after having a multiple person staring contest, she takes the initiative to check in on you. 

“You want me to take you back home?” you nod before grabbing your bag off of the ground. Yelena waits for you to start moving but you don’t. Kate speaks up for the first time since she tried to explain herself. “You were my ride; can you drop me off?” Yelena looked at you for a brief moment trying to see if you would silently give her an indication on you repatching things up Kate. Yelena didn’t know about anything that went down but she can tell that you just want to go home. 

“Natasha, can you give Kate a ride back home please?” she looks past her best friend and towards her sister, when she receives a head nod in response, she focuses back on you and getting you back to the comfort of your room. Wanda tries to free herself from the hold Pietro and Natasha has on her on the ground. it wasn’t until she saw you taking steps away from her that she started to go back into panic mode.

“Y/n?” Pietro holds her down with more strength. “No sestra, that’s enough for one night we need to get some ice on your face.” she’s not listening still trying to be set free, it isn’t until Natasha speaks that she finally relaxes.

“Give her some time to cool off Wands, she doesn’t look like she’s in the mood to talk things out tonight.” her eyes water but she nods and agrees to stay in her spot and wait for Pietro to come back with some ice. Natasha really wants to know what the hell went on for this to happen. she’s never seen you so upset, and Yelena was furious without even knowing what went down, Wanda can only imagine how she’ll react when she gets all the details. security comes over to tell everyone to leave the premises before they call the cops to arrest everyone involved. that’s when the crowd disperses with ease going back to their cars as if nothing happened.

Wanda spits blood from her mouth, stands on her feet and sends you an apologetic look just before you fully turned your back on her. an apologetic look you weren’t interested in seeing. maybe you were being too sensitive about what happened. maybe it showed how badly she wanted to be with you but on the other hand if she was willing to do this just to get the time of day what else was she capable of doing? how far would she go? what else has she done behind your back? Wanda didn’t lie when she said she didn’t scare easily. Key word being ‘easily’. everyone is scared of something, but in this moment, Wanda wasn’t scared. For the first time in her life Wanda could truly say she was terrified. She was terrified of losing you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #stoner!wanda #favors au #wanda maximoff x femreader

[neocitybooty]

I Choose You. [M]

Genre: Smut, Office AU, Multiple Partners, Fluff, Angst, M/F

Pairing: Jaehyun x Johnny x Original Character

Word Count:  4.1k

Warnings: Oral sex, Sub/Dom dynamics, bodily fluids, masturbation, vulgar language, choking, rough sex, multiple partners, unprotected sex

Summary: Carmella requested a transfer within her company and moved to the other side of the world. She soon realizes she bit off more than she can chew once she starts working at the home branch...

A/N: This update took way longer than expected omg. I don't spend as much time on here as I'd like to. But I guess that's also a good thing because spending time with my friends and family is something that I doooooo enjoy. Once it gets cold out, my updates will be much more frequent lol. I had the draft sitting for about a week because I kept getting distracted lol but now I am here!! Please enjoy and happy comeback season!! Fact Check era seems like it is going to be extremely promising~

P.S. I have some goodies in the vault... hint(s)?? mark, jeno, haechan, doyoung

Chapter 10.

“We could just put our names together and name her something like Jaela. I think that’s cute.” Jaehyun was settled in between Mela’s legs, surrounded by lavender suds in their stand alone bathtub.

“I don’t know how you have managed to convince yourself that I am pregnant with a girl.” Mela ran her fingers through Jaehyun’s wet hair as he hummed in satisfaction.

“If you aren’t….well.. I don’t mind if we keep trying.” Jaehyun turned around and kissed Mela slowly. He smiled after pulling away and bit his lip. “There’s nothing else I’d rather spend my time doing.”

“Baby, we need to put sex on hold until we talk.” Mela wrapped her arms around Jaehyun’s neck and rubbed her nose against his.

He groaned in disapproval. Despite his protest, he repositioned himself. “You want to talk in here?”

Mela waited for a bit and thought to herself before responding. Jaehyun loved baths and he’d be more likely to be cooperative if the conversation was paired with something he found enjoyable.

“Yes, let’s just stay in here.” Mela said, playing with Jaehyun’s wet locks. He rubbed her knee gently and hummed as he sunk deeper into the water.

“So you’ve already made it clear that you know I left to see Johnny last night.” Mela started.

“Is that why you were so determined to get me to bed?” Jaehyun asked calmly. “I thought you were genuinely just horny.”

“Don’t be like that.” Mela said but still giggled at Jaehyun’s tone.

“I’m sorry but please don’t make me out to be the irrational boyfriend.” Jaehyun said, surprisingly still calm. “I think I have a good reason to be just a tad bit upset.”

“Jae, I always enjoy you. Please, let’s move away from that.” Mela shook her head but Jaehyun couldn’t see.

“Fine. Continue.” Jaehyun laid back onto Mela’s chest, a clear attempt to mentally center himself again.

“Eun Bi.” Mela said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jaehyun responded almost immediately.

“Well, that’s quite the response.” Mela said.

“You went to see Johnny to get information that you could’ve gotten from me..” Jaehyun said slowly.

“No, that’s not exactly true. There is some information that slipped past you.” Mela said. “I have evidence too.”

Jaehyun sat up and turned around to face Mela. “Where is it?”

“Aht aht. Not so fast.” Mela said with a wag of her finger. “We talk first.”

Jaehyun looked at Mela from bottom to top. “You’re so lucky I am madly in love with you.” He then rolled his eyes. Mela giggled and laid Jaehyun back onto her chest.

“Remember when I told you the company should take background checks a little more seriously?” Mela started.

“How seriously do we need to really take them? It’s Korea.” Jaehyun retorted.

“Well….if you had taken the background checks a bit more seriously, you would’ve caught that you had a pair of siblings in the system.” Mela told Jaehyun, slowly circling his Adam’s apple with her pointer finger.

“Pardon?” Jaehyun said from below Mela.

“Jae. Eun Bi’s sister. She works or rather….worked right under you..” Mela told Jaehyun softly.

Jaehyun was silent.

“Hey.” Mela leaned forward to get a look at his face. Jaehyun still said nothing. He zoned out, seemingly deep in thought. After five more seconds of silence, he finally spoke. “She would talk about her sister often. She seemed to be very fond of her.” His voice was low and he started to circle Mela’s knee with his thumb.

“Seems you and Eun-bi were actually quite close…” Mela slowly said.

Jaehyun stayed silent.

“Baby, you need to talk to me.” Mela said.

“I thought she was pretty and I made some stupid choices.” Jaehyun shook his head softly. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“Tell me everything.” Mela stroked his dark brown locks, as she softly spoke in his ear.

“Promise you won't inflate this.” Jaehyun replied sternly.

Mela rolled her eyes and sighed. She knew she couldn’t confidently promise but she tried anyway.

“I promise.”

“We went out for drinks one night after work, like usual. I already had my eye on her for a few weeks. But we didn’t talk much outside of work.” Jaehyun stopped once he felt Mela’s breath hitch. “Hey, maybe I shouldn’t-”

“No, it’s fine. Please continue.” Mela reassured him.

“Well….I offered to take her home once everyone started leaving. We had sex in the car and then we had sex again one more time in my office about a week later. She started acting weird after that so I figured it’d be for the best for me to end things.” Jaehyun said.

“Weird in what way?” Mela asked curiously.

“She became…obsessive.” Jaehyun started. “She would follow me…..constantly called and left so many voicemails. In her mind, I was her boyfriend. I thought it was very odd. We didn’t know much about each other. My only conclusion was that she wanted to marry me and gain access to wealth.”

“Jae…” Mela started.

“Carmella….it’s not like she would’ve been the first.” Jaehyun said with a sniffle.

“I’m sorry.” Mela backed down.

“There’s no need to apologize.” Jaehyun started to rub Mela’s knee again as he continued his story. “She found out she was pregnant and things became exponentially worse. She threatened to share the story with the news. Harassed my parents for days on end. It was madness.”

“My goodness. Really?” Mela’s eyes widened at the details.

“Yes, really.” Jaehyun shifted his body and Mela moved with him. “I eventually pulled her into my office and told her to stop and that her attempts were futile. I would never agree to commit to someone like her. After that day, I guess she never came back to work. We got the news about her passing about 2 weeks after our conversation…”

Mela said nothing and let the silence consume the entire room.

Jaehyun also kept quiet as his head slightly hung in shame.

“I don’t want you to have a bad image of me. I’m not the same man that I was before.” Mela felt Jaehyun sink into her again.

Mela wrapped her arms around Jaehyun’s shoulders and kissed his cheek. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’m sorry, we don’t need to talk about this any further. I can show you everything. C’mon.”

“Thank God, we are this close to turning into raisins.” Jaehyun groaned and Mela giggled as he stood and she looked at his wet ass cheeks.

Once he wrapped a towel around his waist, he grabbed another one and held it open for Mela to walk into. He kissed her temple as he wrapped the towel around her and inhaled deeply. “The most intoxicating woman I’ve ever met. Thank you for accepting me, baby. I love you so much.”

Mela felt the butterflies form in her stomach as she let the taller man enclose her into a tight embrace. “I love you, too.” She replied softly

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“So this is it, huh?” Jaehyun ran his fingers through his hair as he reviewed the papers from the manila envelope. “Fuck.”

He stopped and stared at the stills pulled from the security cameras and shook his head. He turned the pages over and put everything back into the envelope.

“I’ll call the legal team first thing tomorrow morning.” Jaehyun said before pulling Mela onto his lap.

Mela laid down and settled on Jaehyun’s chest and he chuckled softly to himself.

“Um, what’s so funny.” Mela asked him.

“Guess you had a good reason for going to see Johnny. Now I don’t have to beat his ass.” Jaehyun responded, a hint of amusement lacing his words.

“Yeah he told me about your past. You two sure are something.”

“He is actually just a sore loser. I was chosen fair and square. Like always.” Jaehyun said nonchalantly.

“I really didn’t think your head could get any bigger but here we are.” Mela propped herself up on Jaehyun’s chest with widened eyes as he stared at her while she made her statement.

“Well…you chose me.” Jaehyun said softly. “I think that counts…for a lot.”

“I…” Mela started, but she stopped once she made eye contact with Jaehyun. She was set to laugh but quickly realized he wasn’t joking. He gazed at her with a subtle bite lip. Half- lidded eyes conveyed want. Mela wanted to speak but she couldn’t. And she didn’t need to. Jaehyun slowly and softly guided Mela’s head toward his face and kissed her. She opened her eyes once they separated but said nothing.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around Mela, his leg wrapping around her as well. She smiled into his chest as he rubbed his chin on the top of her head.

“Jae?” Mela finally said into his arm. “How long until we return to work?”

“Well I am going to be returning very soon…..As for you..” Jaehyun trailed off.

“What do you mean by that?” Mela sat up and moved away from Jaehyun.

“Carmella….” Jaehyun said calmly. “I know we haven’t discussed it yet, but…I think I am going to have the company hire someone else for your position.”

Mela stood from the couch and threw a pillow at Jaehyun. “How dare you?!”

Jaehyun sighed and stood from the couch, as well. He walked towards Mela and once he was within reach, he wrapped his arms around her waist loosely and looked into her eyes as he spoke. “I know this isn’t ideal for you but babe….please. I need you to just trust me. We will talk about it some more.”

“You don’t understand.” Mela said, her voice breaking.

“I promise… I do.” Jaehyun reassured her. “Please. Let’s not get into it now.”

Mela sighed. “I’m tired. I think I am going to head to bed.” She started to walk away and Jaehyun followed, falling slightly behind so he could hug her from behind as they walked together.

Jaehyun laid his head down at the same time as Mela and brought the comforter over them both.

“I understand you might be a bit upset with me.” He said in a low voice. “But could you at least let me hold you?”

Mela’s heart dropped. She hadn’t realized the message she sent Jaehyun once she pushed herself off and threw a pillow at him. He’d seen her upset on multiple occasions but this time…it was different.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and shifted closer to him. “I’m upset but not that upset.”

Strong arms wrapped around Mela and all she could smell was a musky but spicy scent as she closed her eyes and inhaled.

When she opened her eyes again, it was daytime.

-

Jaehyun was nowhere to be found, so Mela sent him a text and then started her day.

“Girl, we have been at this villa for almost three weeks now. I love the time with him but I wish this was under different circumstances…” Mela said to her friend as she plucked an eyebrow hair.

“You mean like… your honeymoon or something like that?” Kay’s voice rang from the iphone.

Mela sighed and put the tweezers on the bathroom counter.

“Now….you know that’s not what I meant.” Mela replied.

“Oh yeah. Of course, he’d bring you to some island his parents bought for him for his 16th birthday. We know this.” Kay said nonchalantly.

“Very funny.” Mela rolled her eyes.

“Who said I was joking? He has an island, Melz. This is a fact.” Kay’s tone didn’t change but Mela grabbed the phone so she could make eye contact with her friend through the screen.

“What are you saying?” She finally said.

“I just looked it up. He has an island!” Kay burst into laughter. “Girl how are you dating one of the wealthiest men in the country and you haven’t googled him. People with money ain’t got privacy. Their business is all over the internet.”

“I have googled him. I never saw anything about an island…” Mela looked around in thought.

“I just sent you the link.” Kay said after a few seconds.

Mela opened it and her eyes widened. Sure enough, there was an article about Jaehyun being gifted a remote island for his 21st birthday.

“Wow.” Mela stared at her phone screen, stunned.

“And apparently there weren’t even any locals so this is the most ethical shit I’ve seen from a rich person.” Kay sounded indifferent but still amused.

“I can’t believe this.” Mela said under her breath.

“What was that?” Kay caught something.

“Nothing. Um, I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Mela attempted to change the topic, when she heard the door open. “Ohhhh. It’s gonna have to wait. I gotta go.”

“Daddy’s home.” Kay said and winked.

“Goodbye!” Mela said and then ended the Facetime call.

A few seconds later, Jaehyun appeared at the bathroom door. He was dressed as if he went to work. Dark gray three piece suit, and his hair slicked back.

“You’re finally up. You looked so peaceful and pretty this morning. I couldn’t bring myself to wake you.” He stepped into the bathroom and gently grabbed Mela’s waist, pulling her into him. He kissed her softly and stepped back to look at her.

“Good afternoon.” Mela said, smiling at her lover as he began to unbutton his suit.

“Seems like you were having quite the conversation with Kay.” He started to undo his tie.

“I did. And we discovered something.” Mela said.

Jaehyun tilted his head and made a sound of confusion. He started walking to the bedroom and looked over his shoulder to make sure Mela was following. “And what exactly was that?”

“You have an island?” Mela leaned against the doorframe.

Jaehyun stopped undressing and stared at Mela.

“Yes?” He looked confused and Mela scoffed.

“How am I just now finding out?” She asked Jaehyun.

“Well…you never asked.” Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Yes, because I ask everyone I know if they own an island.” Mela said as she followed Jaehyun back to the bathroom.

“Well I am not everyone. I am your boyfriend.” Jaehyun was now naked. Mela averted her gaze so Jaehyun wouldn’t catch her staring at her. But she was too late.

“Just come join me instead of acting like you aren’t horny.” He smirked and turned the shower on.

“I already showered.” Mela said and rolled her eyes, although her face betrayed her and she slightly smiled.

Jaehyun walked to her and started to slip her dress straps down her shoulders and kissed her deeply.

“Well, you should’ve waited for me. It’s a hot day and we need to save water.” He said once he broke the kiss. Mela caved and stepped out of her dress as she followed Jaehyun into the shower. He let Mela get underneath the water and gazed at her as the water trickled onto her back.

“What?” Mela looked at him with a puzzled look.

“You’re so pretty.” He said with a smile. “Turn around for me. I’ll be gentle.”

Mela turned over and Jaehyun placed a hand on her hip as he lined his cock along her wet hole.

“Baby..” Mela whimpered.

“I know I know.” Jaehyun mumbled into her ear as he slowly slid in. “Your pussy feels so tight around me when I do this but I know how much you like it when I stretch you out.” He caught Mela when her knees gave out and started to thrust into her.

Mela moaned softly and put her hands against the shower door. She felt herself clench around Jaehyun and a gentle squeeze around her breast indicated that Jaehyun felt it too.

“You love the way I fill you up, don’t you?” He slid his arm up and wrapped his hand around Mela’s throat. He thrusted deeper as Mela felt herself come undone. She started to tremble as she rode out the orgasm.

“Fuck, baby. We just started.” Jaehyun breathed out, pulling out as Mela continued to tremble. He held her close to keep her from falling and quietly cooed into her ear. “You make this sooo fun.”

“More. More.” Mela said, urging Jaehyun to continue.

He moaned and lined up the tip again and pushed himself into her. Mela’s head dropped as she bit her lip, holding back a moan. Jaehyun’s groans danced around Mela’s ears and he smiled when she clenched around him again. He rolled his hips and relished in the moment as he let his fingers glide alongside Mela’s smooth backside. Deep strokes caused her to slightly raise onto the tip of her toes as she then grabbed onto Jaehyun’s arm for support.

Jaehyun held Mela tighter and slid his free hand between her legs and began to rub her clit. “Oh fuck.” She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Just want to make you feel good, baby.” He mumbled and pressed his cheek onto Mela’s as he continued to stimulate her throbbing clit. “Let’s try for one more.”

‘Yes, yes.” Mela was able to get out, gaining a small chuckle from Jaehyun.

“That’s my girl.” He said before pulling out almost completely and then plunging even deeper into her.

“Fuck!” Mela shook.

Jaehyun immediately softened his thrusts. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I forgot. Gentle.”

“No, fuck me harder.” Mela whimpered.

Jaehyun smiled and kissed Mela’s as he plunged into her deep and hard, his fingers still working on her clit. He closed his eyes as he felt his climax growing near. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he focused on his rhythm. Mela squeezed his arm as she quietly whimpered. The feeling of being overstimulated becoming maddening.

“Baby, I’m soooo close.” Jaehyun grabbed a breast again and squeezed it gently as he moaned in her ear.

“Me tooo…Oh shit.” Mela trembled and clenched around Jaehyun as her orgasm rumbled throughout her entire body. This triggered Jaehyun’s climax and he groaned in Mela’s ear as he sprayed her walls with his warm seed. He nearly toppled over but he was able to quickly regain his composure and Mela giggled as he slowly pulled out.

“Right. About that shower.” Jaehyun finally said, still panting softly. Mela was already reaching for the soap, with the bath sponge already in hand.

-

The funeral was short but meaningful. Jaehyun stole glances at Mela throughout to make sure she was okay but said nothing. The ceremony was small and intimate. This was Mela’s first Korean ceremony of any sort. There was an older couple crying at the front. Mela immediately knew it was Joo’s parents. Jaehyun spoke with them for a few minutes after the ceremony. Both of them hugged Jaehyun and to Mela’s surprise, they hugged her too. Their hugs were full of warmth and assurance. It felt as though she was hugging her own parents. After speaking with them, it was time to speak with Jaehyun’s parents.

“Mela, honey. How are you doing?” Jaehyun’s mother was the first to speak. “He hasn’t been bothering you too much, has he?” She pinched Jaehyun’s cheek after wrapping Mela in a warm embrace.

“We should’ve checked in earlier but things have been extremely busy. Please come by for dinner this weekend. I insist.” Jaehyun’s father said with a squeeze of Jaehyun’s shoulder.

“Yes, Father. We will make sure to stop by.” Jaehyun said with a smile. His parents beamed at the couple and they spoke for a little longer before parting ways.

Jaehyun was silent on the way home but he seemed to be in a relaxed mood.

When they reached the villa, Mela was unusually tired.

“Baby, I think I am going to lay my head down for a bit.” She said as she entered the house and slipped out of her shoes.

“Are you feeling okay? It’s pretty early.” Jaehyun said, putting his hand to Mela’s forehead.

“Yeah. I am just tired, that’s all.” She smiled and reassured him.

“Hmmm. Well okay.” Jaehyun said as he softly caressed her cheek as she laid onto the bed and then he pulled the covers over her.

She watched Jaehyun shuffle around the room as he changed and rearranged things. Before Mela knew it, she was fast asleep.

Hours later, she woke up and looked at the time. It read 5:27am. Realization quickly hit that she had just slept for 11 hours. Jaehyun was still fast asleep on his side of the bed, one leg out of the covers, and arms folded under his head.

Mela gagged and ran to the bathroom in confusion. She reached the toilet right as she began to vomit. She blinked back tears as she continued to throw up. Jaehyun woke up and quickly ran to the bathroom and was at the door within seconds. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

“Aw babe. I told you to go easy on the sushi.” He said, his voice still slightly groggy. “Let’s go to the hospital to get you some medicine and make sure you’re okay.” He finished dressing and walked over to Mela where she stayed kneeled in front of the toilet. She had stopped throwing up and grabbed a towel to wipe her mouth. Jaehyun softly rubbed Mela’s back and helped her up.

“Do you think you can do a ten minute drive or should we bring a plastic bag or bucket?” He said softly, while grabbing another small towel into his free hand.

Mela took a moment to respond but she finally said, “Bucket.”

Jaehyun nodded and started to guide her out of the room and to the front door. He stopped to grab a pail from underneath the kitchen sink and they both exited the villa.

On the way to the hospital, Mela threw up again. The duration wasn't as long as the first time but it was still enough to make Jaehyun worry.

The nurse at the front desk immediately stood straight as soon as she saw the couple enter.

“Oh my goodness, is everything ok?” She gasped once she saw Mela’s colorless face.

“My girlfriend isn’t feeling well. I just need to get her checked out and get any necessary medicine.” Jaehyun said, softly wrapping his arm around Mela’ shoulder.

“Yes, please follow me and I will alert a doctor.” They followed the nurse to a room and Mela immediately laid on the bed.

“I feel light-headed.” She told Jaehyun in English.

“Can we get some water, please?” Jaehyun translated for the nurse. She nodded and quickly scurried out of the room.

A few minutes passed before the doctor walked into the room with a clipboard and cup of water.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Moon. I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” He said in English, with a warm smile as he handed the cup to Mela. She took it and gave a hoarse “Thank you.”

“I don’t think she will be able to talk much.” Dr. Moon said, turning to Jaehyun. “Can you tell me what is wrong?

“Well, she slept for over 8 hours, which is really unlike her. Our day wasn’t busy. And then she woke up about thirty minutes ago and started throwing up. I thought it was the sushi, but now I am not so sure anymore.” Jaehyun told the doctor as Mela just watched, far too weak to contribute to the conversation.

“We will run some tests and see what we find.” The doctor nodded as he wrote notes on the paper on his clipboard.

-

About an hour later, Dr. Moon finally returned and he had a smile on his face.

“Oh how fun it is to be young and love.” He said, looking at Mela and Jaehyun.

They both looked at each other and then at the doctor.

“This isn’t a result of bad sushi.” Dr. Moon started. “ You, my dear, are about two months pregnant.”

Jaehyun’s mouth dropped and he brought a hand to cover it. Mela looked at Dr. Moon and then to Jaehyun.

“Pregnant?!?!” Mela and Jaehyun asked in unison.

Chapter 1

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[rosyandraw]

Hi I love you. I’ve been carefully waiting for you to update 🤍 but also I do have a question! I noticed that you made Damen a Scorpio, and Laurent a Taurus in NMFY. Was this intentional? Because I saw on capri twt someone made a timeline to show Damen & Lauren’s 6 year age gap, and their most likely birthday. And Damen being a Scorpio and Laurent being a Taurus totally fits 😭🤍 In case it was totally intentional and you wrote it based on the books, you’re absolutely brilliant and I love you more. I wanted to know whether you’re into zodiac and have opinion to their zodiac compatibility pairing

I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU FOR ASKING (also I just updated when I said I was going to lmao, for once!)

Sorry my answer is so long. But here is my essay on Scorpio Damen and Scorpio/Taurus compatibility.

I haven't seen the timeline, so I did it based on the books and then my own opinion of their characters. I'm really into astrology. I'm into spiritualism too and I'm an eclectic neopagan (not that you asked lmao)

Laurent is late spring, so can only really be a Taurus or a Gemini based on the information we're given in the books. And I think Taurus is more Laurent's vibe.

We know they're 20 and 25 during the books which kicks off around June time but by Marlas, which would have been early spring/March Damen was already 19 and Laurent was approaching 14. So Damen's birthday has to be later than September as the books only span 3 months (being generous) but before Spring (battle at marlas).

Then it was just a matter of deciding what I felt vibed best with what we know of them. I toyed with a few for Damen but none of them felt right -Capricorn, Sag, Libra- they just don't fit him very well.

I think Damen fits a Scorpio for so many reasons, mostly because they're incredibly deep but don't really show it. They're charismatic people quite naturally but they can also be ruthless. They're also -like Taurus- extremely loyal.

Scorpio people feel very deeply, they can be great leaders, resourceful, passionate when something is important to them, they love challenges and tend to be fucking fearless when they see obstacles.

You’re probably thinking "but Scorpios are manipulators" and yes. They can be and I would argue that Damen isn’t the kind of person that manipulates on purpose but, as with most scorpio’s, he is charming when he wants to be and often charming people don’t recognise their influence on the people around them. He is also smart and strategic and his manner of looking at things coupled with a natural charisma often influences situations and the people around him without him purposefully thinking let me manipulate this. Manipulation doesn’t always equal sneaky, sometimes it references a natural sway and I think Scorpio is often this kind of person. Especially because they are almost always confident they are right and confidence is everything when you’re influencing a situation or person, whether you know it or not.

Scorpio is often calm and collected. They feel deeply but don’t show it the way you associate with the other water signs. They can be violent when pushed and can be relentless with it, whether it’s a physical fight, a slanging match, or a cause they believe in Scorpio is IMPOSSIBLE to fight with. They keep their heads, they aren’t prone to lashing out or to displays of emotion but they can and will absolutely ruin you if you get them there. If they were a sin I’d say it might be Pride.

We know from Canon Damen is very cool and collected in high stress situations. He compartmentalises to a fault, he doesn’t EVER let his situation get the better of him in terms of his emotions. I am talking explicitly about his ability to keep his shit together when in fight or flight and his decision making ability in high stress situations. And of course his penchant for not letting himself feel the horror and sadness of everything that has happened: Kastor, Jokaste, his dad dying, being stabbed by his brother, the post, Ancel etc.

He feels it very deeply but he doesn’t let it show, he doesn’t let it rule him and he doesn’t acknowledge it pretty much all the way through the books.

Scorpio is deeply self aware (not always emotionally) and there isn’t a single instance in the book where Damen doubts himself. Not even in chains. He doesn’t even really doubt Laurent even when Laurent throws test after test at him. There’s a loyalty and surety there.

In terms of sex and romance scorpio is the sign of sexuality which matches nice with Taurus because they are the sign of sensuality. We know Damen’s only two outlets in terms of his emotions are fighting and fucking. He is a deeply DEEPLY sexual person and he has so much passion in him that he literally walks into the lions den with an I love you and some big fucking balls. Like??? Who else but a scorpio would have the AUDACITY to do that shit?

Prone to one-night stands and expression through their bodies Scorpios will only truly be satisfied when they find the ONE which again -so is Taurus. And when they do they are loyal and passionate and tend to spend their teen years and 20s being fuck-boys and hoes until they realise they want more.

Sound familiar? The second Damen fucks Laurent there is no going back for him because he’s found the person that can satisfy both his intense needs: sex and the emotional intimacy he’d been craving (but ignoring) his whole life.

When Scorpio’s find the one they want the literally merge their lives and hearts and become the power couple WE kind of people.

Intelligent, loyal, strategic, dedicated to the people they care about, they work well under pressure, are focused, resourceful and hardworking. They enjoy the chase; they are competitive and they like a little mystery in their romance. When in love they are unshakeable and loyal and passionate above all else. Their kind of love can be too intense for most people but Taurus WANTS that security and the assurance, Taurus thrives on being the centre of someone’s world and no other zodiac sign will do it quite as well as Scorpio

Taurus and Scorpio have a lot of sexual energy between them and natural compatibility. So I think it makes a lot of sense, Laurent and Damen's chemistry on page is stellar and it is INSTANT.

I think any time I read an enemies to lovers I assume they have birth charts that are compatible because Love and Hate are so closely aligned. Hate is such a passionate sentiment, I don't think it's possible that two people like that don't have some natal compatibility/facets that make for glorious tension.

Anyway, sorry for the ramble and thank you for this because it was so so much fun to word vomit about it haha! 💕💕

#Captive Prince #Is this meta? #Damen is a scorpio and I'll kill on this hill #This is my reasoning from my astrology loving little brain #so sorry i ramble #thank you so much for this ask btw this was so much fun haha

[triumphantfury]

Hi!!! Just dropping by because I was missing your fics so I reread them and now I have to tell you how much I love you. I love you a lot, by the way. Like literally every time I read a chapter of yours I love you more because GAH the writing is so damn good. Ahem anyways thank you so much for the update on Wrapped in Red and I still have to fan myself every time I look at Upside, but I've been thinking the most about "To Suffer a Witch." I don't mean to put any pressure on you or anything but may I inquire on the next chapter's status? Or perhaps just request a snippet? Also when you asked the readers whether or not they'd like an eventual lemon I'd like to vote yes to the lemon. Please. Possibly-Demon Hiccup is hot as hell and I'm greedy. 😅

Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful writing with us and I hope you have a wonderful day, week, and at least a virtual cabin in the woods where you can relax, read, and at least think on writing!

Oh boy….

It’s taken me forever to get around to answering this ask, but as the new chapter update is almost complete (after way, WAY too many rewrites), I feel like I can finally post this reply with some measure of confidence. Sorry it’s taken so long. I wish I had a good excuse, but my brain sometimes just shuts me out.

Anyway, after much anticipation, and likely a little cursing, here’s an excerpt from the soon to be posted next chapter of TSaW:

*The next couple days seemed to drag by for Astrid. She felt trapped between a longing to see Hiccup again just to prove she wasn’t mad, and a strong urge to just write it all off as a delusion. Perhaps one brought on by some bad grain or curdled milk. Countless times she’d been sure she heard hoofbeats outside, only to have them grow into a roll of thunder the next second. Or she’d catch a glimpse of a dark shadow approaching on the road, only to have it melt from her sight a moment later as if swept away by the driving rain.

Some small part of her was starting to worry she was actually going mad. Her mood darkening as she channeled her other feelings into straight anger so as to help herself deal with it better. It wasn’t as if she could really speak of it to anyone, anyway. She was still too confused about it herself.

Resigned to bear this burden alone, Astrid had kept to herself as much as possible while trapped inside. Waiting impatiently for a break in the weather when she could distract herself with repairs outside instead. The Lord knows there was always plenty of work to keep her busy. That, and manual labour was better than wasting time dwelling on… Whatever it was that had occurred here the other night.

Fortunately - or maybe unfortunately - she’d soon discovered that the storm hadn’t done anywhere near as much damage as she’d expected given its ferocity. The house, shed, and barn had all weathered fair enough at least. An old tree had toppled near the back of the pasture though. She’d gone out to repair the section of broken fencing yesterday. Her brothers helping her as much as she would allow them to - which mostly meant keeping the opportunistic goats from escaping through the hole while she worked.

It had been while she was winding the last of the rope around the newly set post that Ruffnut had approached her from across the field. Somehow always keyed in to the local to-dos, Tuffnut had heard from one of their other neighbours that some people had started to fall ill in town. The worst of which was little Argh — Mr. and Mrs. Ack’s youngest son, who was not yet a full year into this world.

“Gunnar thinks it’s because of those witches that Trader Johan was talking about the other day,” Ruff stage-whispered over the fence. Her thumb gesturing towards the home on the far side of Mildew’s plot as she glanced around, as if to make sure no one else was within earshot.

“I’d be rather foolish to agree,” Astrid huffed. “It’s likely just been brought on by the rain. We all know that a chill in the air today sets a chill in the bones tomorrow.” Looking away from her gossipy neighbour, she dressed the knot as her father had taught her before pulling it good and tight. Then she stood and gave her work a proud once over. Nodding, as if to show her approval to the craftsman.

“Maybe…” Ruffnut’s hesitant reply trailed off thoughtfully, and she was chewing on her lip when Astrid at last looked her way again. It was almost as if she had something she wanted to say, but wasn’t sure if she should speak it aloud.

“Go on,” Astrid grumbled. “Whatever it is, spit it out.”

“Well, Gunnar told Tuff that Trader Johan said the evil, or what ever it is, would arrive first in the form of a black shadow on horse back…”

“Trader Johan has always enjoyed adding plenty of dramatic nonsense about ghosties, ghoulies, and other such things to his tales,” Astrid felt the need to point out. “He seems to think it makes the stories more exciting.”

“I know,” Ruff agreed. “Thing is, Tuffnut swears he saw a stranger dressed in all black when he was out in the woods yesterday. A stranger riding atop a huge black horse. When he tried to get a better look, man and horse were already gone. Maybe the horse was just really fast, but… Tuff said it gave him the creeps.” Her eyes were shifting all around again as she leaned closer over the fence, and she looked unexpectedly nervous.

“Oh, that was probably just…” Astrid’s words died on the way to her mouth as she thought better of it.

Astrid knew how Tuff felt. The unease of not being sure exactly what you had just born witness too. This did not mean that she should necessarily encourage him to repeat his tale. Especially when she didn’t yet know what to think of the whole thing.

Would it truly be wise to mention it to someone else? The twins had never been known for their discretion, and Astrid’s words would simply confirm Tuff’s suspicions — which he would then feel required to share with every person he came across. At best, it could cause a slight scandal that a young man had spent the night in their home. At worst, the superstitious townsfolk may think the Hofferson clan had entertained something entirely inhuman, instead.

No, it was best to keep what she knew of Hiccup Haddock to herself for now. Surely the others would learn of him soon enough. “Just… because Tuff was busy snacking on unknown mushrooms in the forest again.” Astrid finished awkwardly. Covering her near slip-up with an eye roll, just to be safe, and hoping Ruffnut wouldn’t notice.*

If anyone wants to read it, here’s a link to the rest of the story. Or at least the beginning…lol

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[darqx]

Good afternoon! I have been your subscriber for a long time and wanted to ask... Do you have any updates and work on the Battle Priest??? I miss the characters from this project very much and I can't wait for a comics or a novel with them! (sorry for possible mistakes, I'm not an English speaker)

Hullo and thank you for sticking around so long AND aaaaaaa I am so happy you are excited for BP :D I have indeed been working on it when I can (though with a full time job my time and inspo is sometimes severely lacking |D)! At the moment a good 80% or so of the story is plotted out and I got bored of writing dot points and so also started thumbnailing on the side lol. Now if I can just keep it up!! OTL

Here’s a sneak peek in the face of my generally doing things quietly in the bg XD;

Yes I have this aforementioned little webcomic I’ve kinda been pottering away at XD It’s not out or anything yet though.

I think that’s partially due to Tumblr being rather bad at searching for stuff and that yes it is a little disjointed at the moment! |D (there is a BP tag on my blog which might be helpful though). I can’t really put that much about BP out yet since like a bunch of stuff I actually want to draw are IN the story and so I’d just end up spoilering a lot of it lol, so what I DO put out might be somewhat random. You can of course still ask questions about it and if I can answer it without spoiling something I will :)

I’d love to just ditch the first few pages at everyone since I’ve finished thumbnailing them and could actually start drawing it, but I’ve learned it’s so much better to have a good bank of pages so alas, we’re all gonna have to continue being patient whilst I thumbnail/work on it 😭

It technically doesn’t have one (I have consciously not made much ref to an actual date lol), and exists in one of those AU timeframes where some things from different years got shoved together. An example being the tech is reminiscent of the 90s but then there’s also some fashion from the 2000s etc.

In the lore of BP, there are technically (love that word lol) no angels so canonically this would be a moot point lol. IF angels were a thing, any mixed race would have the free will to either be good or bad (like the demons), and it wouldn’t affect much other than maybe they might have their own special abilities that could counter the demonic ones (like how priests do).

🤔 Hmmmm if i had to pick just one as a main it might be like (and this is expressing as opposed to receiving):

.D: Acts of service

Izm: Gift giving

Marcus: Quality time

Zeke: Acts of service (specifically, cooking)

Wei Ren: Words of affirmation

Rire: ...uh...i’m gonna say quality time

Well, a satanist would not be sanctioned as a battle priest so if there is one they’d have to be worshipping in secret cos that would get them unsanctioned pretty quickly. .D and the gang would be like wat. Rire would be like well...this is unexpected. I will let you imagine the tone that conveys XD

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[vintagepvssy]

WE ARE SO BACK!

(we are so not back)

Hello lovelies!

I just wanted to write this as deep and loving thank you to everyone who has supported me, welcomed me and to the people who have been patiently waiting for new fics.

I’ve recently reached 100 followers and over 140k messages on c.ai. I just want to let you guys know how much this fucking means to me!!!!!!! AHHH I’m literally so pumped about it, like genuinely this fills my heart with so much joy. You guys make it so easy to want to keep making stuff and ugh I can’t even describe it.

I won’t yap too much about this though. Becauuuuuseee as a thank you I’m finally releasing more shit!! Yaaaaayy! (Bout’ fucking time)

First — A new Neil Lewis fic which you can read HERE. Purely smut, not a whole lot of plot to it. Definitely read the tags though…

Second — I’m releasing a few new characters for c.ai.

We’ve got:

Jim — from The Delinquent Season: you’re his new babysitter. Jim does have a wife in this so just be warned that he may try some morally corrupt things.

Cillian Murphy: fallen angel AU. He was banished from heaven and placed right on your door step. Will he return to heaven? Who’s to say. Probably not after what you’re going to do to him.

Jonathan Crane — from you already know: Dr. Crane is your therapist. Do what you will with that.

John Skillpa — from Peacock: You and John are long-time friends. John probably isn’t doing too well. Sorry John! I love him so much.

And of course, one that always pairs with the story I’ve written! Neil Lewis — from Watching the Detectives: You and Neil have just gotten engaged and are looking to grow and expand your lives together. How romantic.

Anyways I just want to add this last bit under the cut since this has been such an unbelievably long post. If you’ve gotten this far—thank you. And if you haven’t well, I don’t blame you one bit.

I just want to say that I’m back, I’m here but I will probably not be posting regularly at all. I got clinical major depression and a full time job that I hate so writing comes and goes as it pleases.

To add to that though I do have a lot of really fun fics in the works that I’m really fucking excited to share with you all. I’ve been trying to get more comfortable with writing shorter stuff but I have this problem where I just cant write anything shorter than like 5k, I don’t know I think I need to see a doctor..

Anyways I just want to top this off with saying again that I adore you guys so much. All the comments and messages I have received over the past few months have made me so happy. I’d love to talk to more of you and meet more people so please don’t be afraid or hesitant to reach out! I bite but I promise I just got my rabies vaccine updated. Tootles!

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy characters #becs fics #Becs characters #THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU