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Just Pretend-eight

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Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: okay, I had no plans on updating tonight(it's already 12:15 in the morning and I have to be up in seven hours) But I realized how crazy busy the next few days are so I said fuck it, and power wrote this for you all! PLEASE ENJOY!

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

"You're doing it again."

I ignored Jolly as I continued to pace the length of our bus while they watched with worry in their eyes.

"I don't understand. What the fuck happened? I thought I was doing the right thing by telling her." I rambled on while running a hand over my mouth.

"Noah-."

"No," I snapped while stopping in my tracks and looked directly into Nick's eyes. "I tried to tell her about Trey but she believed him over me. I know what I heard. Wasn't I enough for her?"

Nick sighed as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen area of the bus. "We all know that's not the reason she didn't believe you. It has nothing to do about your worth to her, Noah. She has no love for Trey, she's just blinded by what she think she wants. He has her claws in deep and she think there's no way out."

"He's a disease, eating away at her," Jolly spoke from his spot on the couch.

"I'm so fucked," I hastily tied my hair back out of my face. "She'll never see me the way I see her."

Jolly disagreed with a shake of his head. "You don't see what I've seen the last month. I think she feels the same."

Just as I was about to argue with Jolly, Folio fell down onto the couch next to him with a heavy thump while popping open a can of red bull. "She like's you, Noah. Trust me."

"Really? Because with how the conversation went, I think differently. It's clear who she would rather be with."

"You're not seeing it through her lense. Do you not remember how you were with-."

My eyes sliced into Nick as he tried to bring up my ex, again. "Don't."

He shook his head and stood straighter. "No, you're not going to get out of this conversation. I'm tired of you ignoring this. Julie fucked you up, but you needed time to grow from it and move forward. You need to let Y/N realize that and do it."

“I’ve seen you through everything after Julie," Nick continued. "We've known each other since we were twelve years old, trust me when I say this; Y/N's seeing things from a distance right now. She’s afraid she’s going to lose everything, he’s got her fucking trapped in that way of thinking."

Jolly agreed. "All it's going to take is one more slip, and Y/N's gonna see it. Trey is one more vodka red bull away from being fired."

I snorted while resting my hand on my hips. "I doubt that. Trey thinks he's the heart and soul of that band. There's no way he's going to get fired."

"Have our hunches ever been wrong?" Nick sighed. "Look, I think we all knew that there was something there, even before you met her. You were always so drawn to her music, then you met her and I’ve seen you smile; actually smile, Noah. I haven’t seen you smile like that in years. I think I can speak for us when I say; you’re not alone. She loves you too."

He shrugged as if mine and Y/N's feelings for each other were that simple.

I fell into the couch behind me with an almost defeated groan. "I don't know, guys. It feels pretty one sided right now."

"Just give it time," Folio smiled. "It might not be an easy road but we all see it; even Malcolm and Chase. Trey see's it too that's why he's acting like this. He knows Y/N's slipping from his grasp."

"Fuck him," I grumbled while leaning my head back to look up at the ceiling.

"Noah," Jolly's soft voice eased the growing tension.

I hummed in response, not bothering to look at him.

"Did you kiss her?"

My head snapped up at his question, heart hammering heart in my chest when I remember it; the memory never left if I was being honest.

"Yea," I sighed, not bothering to lie.

They all knew, it was clear on the unsurprised looks on their faces, but Nick's shoulders fell slightly. "You're really in deep."

I clasped my hands together as my arms rested on my thighs. "I know."

READER

Noah brushed past me, his anger radiating through me in waves, as the tears fell from my eyes to the ground below. My mind was swirling with so many words, I couldn't focus on what hurt the most.

"Trey cheated on you."

"No, I get it loud and fucking clear, Y/N! You're so afraid of how you feel for me, for us, that you're staying with something familiar even though he treats you like shit!"

"I don't deserve this," I wiped away the tears and turned slowly on my feet to head back to the bus but halted.

Did I really want to go there knowing that's where Trey was? What would I do? Confront him or ignore it like I did everything else?

Instead of walking towards my bus, I turned to take a few steps when I realized I was walking towards Bad Omens bus almost out of habit. I peered up through the windows to see Noah pacing while talking with his hands, no doubt telling the guys about what happened. For a moment, I forgot about the last hour of my birthday and remembered all the great things everyone put together for me today.

Even through the clear anger on his face, Noah looked ethereal in the low light of the bus. Out of everything he said tonight, the one thing I believed to be true was my feelings about him. I knew early on that I felt more than a normal friendship with him but it scared me to death.

There were these chemicals that passed between us when we kissed and it made us cling to one another. It blinded me for a little while to all the bad in my life until it came crashing down light a fit of rain. Noah was a miracle, and although I wasn't spiritual, he'd been this glimpse of bliss, a taste of heaven that my body desperately needed; my soul desired.

Now you fucked it up because you believed Trey over him.

I forced the negative thoughts out of my head and peered down to the still healing tattoo on my ankle before those imaginary walls built up inside of me, just like they were weeks ago when tour first started. Veering away from the busses, I walked to behind the venue as the physical pain in my heart cut off the oxygen in my lungs. I was gasping for breath, tears burning in my eyes, and I reached out a hand to grasp the brick of the building.

"Y/N!"

Malcolm's frantic voice called from behind; or in front? No, from the side?

Everything around me became hazy, fading to darkness as it gripped itself around my throat squeezing the life from me.

"Y/N," his soft hands on my face brought me back from the void as I stared up at his emerald eyes; filled with concern.

I pushed his hands away. "Leave me alone, Malcolm."

"Stop," he demanded as I tried to walk away, his large frame standing in front of me again. "What the fuck happened?"

"It's none of your business," I gritted out through clenched teeth.

I wasn't irritated with Malcolm, more so myself for being a fucking idiot.

"Hey, don't talk to me like that. It's me!" He grabbed my shoulders and gently shook me. "What did you do? I ran into Folio and he told me you and Noah got into a fight."

"Malcolm," my breath wavered as I averted my gaze to my dirty vans.

"Why are you pushing him away, Y/N? Noah cares about you, he would like about something like this."

I swallowed thickly. "Because-shit. I can't get upset about Trey cheating because I'm no better than he is."

I expected Malcolm to rear back in shock or scold me but he didn't. Instead, a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

"Chase and I had a bet to see who would tell us about the kiss first. I'm shocked you kept it a secret this long," he smirked.

"How did you know?" I asked dumbfounded.

He shrugged. "Ever since you two came back from Keaton's funeral, you've been happier; brighter. And every time I would watch you, you'd be looking at Noah's lips with a dumb grin on your face."

I playfully smacked his chest which caused him to break out in laugher; one I shared with him. It felt good to get that off of my shoulders.

"Honestly, Y/N,' Malcolm turned serious. "Why are you even with Trey? You know you don't deserve to be treated like this."

"You know why," I stared at him, all the words I couldn't say being held in my gaze.

“Sweets," his old nickname for me was something I hand't expected, and it was enough to break down those walls. "Come on, this band is you. It’s you. They come to see you. We’re in the band with this prick for you. You’re not gonna lose us, Y/N. As for Noah, he’s a good guy. Don’t spin the wheel on him and make him the bad guy when he isn’t.”

I choked out a sob as I wrapped my arms around myself. “I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know. I don’t love Trey, Malcom, I don’t. How can I face Noah now? Everything is so messed up."

Malcolm's arms pulled me into him and I melted, the familiarity of his scent and warmth was exactly what I needed to breathe a little easier. Both him and Chase had been brothers to me the last handful of years, they knew what I needed before I knew myself.

"It’ll get resolved, sweets. It will." His hand smoothed away the hair from my face. "Just give it time, you and him will make amends and either be friends or go about doing whatever you want to do. But, make a choice. Don’t lead him on and don’t punish yourself for the sins of Trey."

"You're right," I sniffled and wiped the snot on the back of my hand.

"Course I am," he now ruffled the hair he just finished smoothing down.

"You've been hanging with Jolly and Noah too much, I think," I giggled while pulling away from him. "You're such a philosopher now."

He wrapped an arm around me and began leading me back to the busses, much to my dismay, but I knew I couldn't avoid Trey forever. I needed to face this head on.

"I hope you had a good birthday before everything went to shit," Malcolm frowned.

"I did," I nodded. "I'm glad you guys told the Bad Omens guys about it. Means a lot."

As Malcolm rambled on about how Chase and him were talking about getting a bigger flat in Los Angeles once tour was over, I kept replaying the words he spoke to me, humming a tune along with him.

Just give it time.. hmm hmmm. And if you and- him, no. And if you and I- hmmmm.

NOAH

Three days. Three fucking days since I last talked to Y/N, and I was going insane. She wanted space to think about everything and space was exactly what she got. Trey did a great job at keeping her on the bus when they weren't doing soundcheck or playing a show. My phone burned in my hand every time I tried to text her but ended up backing out.

She needed space; I reminded myself but that didn't stop me from what I did last night during our set. Her, Malcolm, and Chase were watching us from side stage and when I felt her dead eyes staring at my back, I looked over my shoulder at her; the words from my song tangling between the webbed connection that was growing stronger every day that passed.

"We're just two wrong souls that met at the wrong time. So just go your way, and I'll go mine. You'll be alone with someone new until the day that you die and I'll watch from afar to make sure you're alright."

Y/N rubbed her elbows and turned her back to me, leaving my line of sight.

I expected her to text me after that but she didn't. Chase reassured me she was fine and told me not to worry, she would come around eventually.

The darkness that filled her usually bright eyes was the only thing that stared back at me now as I hung out in the green room, hours before our show. I was talking with Jolly when her soft voice carried into the room, broken reflection staring behind me in the mirror I was standing in front of.

All I saw in those dark eyes was someone who was heartbroken, in love with the idea of who she thought Trey was, that she didn't realize there was a heartbeat standing in front of her, beating and bleeding for only her.

"Shit, I was looking for Trey." She muttered while clutching her sweater close to her chest.

Not only was she spending more time with him, Y/N was back to wearing clothes that hid herself from the world. Anger filled my veins as I kept my eyes on her reflection in the mirror, blowing out a deep breath.

"I don't know why you thought he'd be in here," I said flatly.

Jolly gave me a look of disapproval before shaking his head. "Have you checked the bus?"

Y/N turned towards him. "Uh, yeah. Sorry for bothering you guys."

"You're fine, Y/N," Jolly's soft voice stopped her from leaving the room prematurely. "You're never bothering us, alright? We're here for whatever you need."

"I know you are but," She nodded towards me. "I'd say Noah thinks differently."

"You really want to know what I think?" I spun on my heels to face her.

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm not getting into this with you, Noah. I've been through a lot of shit the last few days, the last thing I need is your dissapointed sighs every time I walk into the room or the way you tell me how you really feel through your lyrics."

"How I really feel?" I scoffed while running a hand over my jaw. "You know how I feel, angel. But you walked away."

"I didn't have a choice, Noah! Trey's my boyfriend!" She snapped.

Gone was any sympathy I felt for the situation. In this moment, all I felt was rage.

"He's cheating on you!" I threw a hand out towards the door of the room. "Where do you think he goes every time he disappears? Surely not getting drunk all the time. If he is, it's with someone sucking his dick, probably."

Y/N's hands shook at her sides. "Fuck you."

"Why are you so hell bent on believing he's the only one for you?" I demanded taking a step towards her.

Jolly, who was still in the room, watched us with careful eyes. He knew we needed to hash things out but still wanted to make sure nothing went too far.

"I have too!" She seethed while pushing me away. "Trey's not as bad as you guys think, okay? He's the one that gave me a place in this band; He believed in me so I have to believe him."

"Do you love him?" I questioned while grasping her hand as it remained on my chest.

She blinked, and for a long moment, said nothing as she thought of her answer. But I never got the answer because Matt poked his head into the room.

"What the fuck, guys! I've been looking everywhere for you. We have this interview with a reporter in two minutes."

"I need a minute," I quipped towards Matt but kept my eyes sternly on Y/N's face.

He went to protest but Y/N slipped away from me, creating more distance.

"No, he doesn't. I'm done with this conversation."

"Angel." I went to reach for her hand but she recoiled back as if I burned her.

"Just stop, okay? I already made my decision. I don't give a fuck if you don't like it but it wasn't your choice. Whatever you wanted to have with me, Noah; it's not going to happen. I'm with Trey because he understands. He knows me; you don't."

She was out of the room before I could digest her words completely.

READER

Everything is so fucked.

I sat on my bunk with my knees pulled to my chest, forehead resting on them, as the tears continued to fall onto the blanket beneath me. My body felt drained of any light or energy from how much I cried the last few days that I wasn't sure how I'd be able to perform tonight. There was only three shows left on tour, maybe fans would understand if we canceled them? Have Ethan post something on social media letting them I didn't feel well and needed the time to recoup?

Right, they'd probably burn our merch because I didn't come out myself and say this.

Wiping the snot and tears on the sleeve of my sweater, I went to tuck myself under the blanket when I heard some commotion from the front area of the bus.

"You sure we're alone?" A quiet but feminine voice spoke.

"Yea, she's probably groveling for that kid's forgiveness right now. Bitch is so obsessed with him, I'm supposed he hasn't kicked her to the curb yet."

Trey.

My heart sank as I sat up a little straighter in my bunk, careful not to make a sound.

"Why are you still with her then? She seems to hold you back from achieving greatness."

Trey snorted. "She's nothing without me, babe. I'm the one that gave her everything she has and she knows it. All Y/N's good for in a hole to stick my dick in but even then all she did was bitch about how much it hurt or wasn't feeling good enough for her. Surprised I even continued to fuck her after she bled on my dick."

My jaw went slack as my heart broke into tiny little pieces, falling into the pits of my stomach.

How could he? Trey knew about my condition, he was there when I got the diagnosis all those years ago and needed a shoulder to cry on. And the bleeding was only because the pain was too much for me. I knew I should have stopped him but I remember biting my cheek, hoping it would subside. Eventually it did, but I didn't know bleeding during sex was a side effect with this condition.

"Thank fuck I wore a condom with her every time," Trey grumbled.

"Well," the women's voice turned sultry. "You don't have to worry about that with me. I can be whatever you want me to be tonight. I'm just so thankful you found me waiting in line for the show tonight. I wished for this."

"You sure you don't want one of those kids from Bad Omens? Their vocalist has a thing for stealing what's mine."

"Oh, please. Noah Sebastian? He's a talentless slender man. I can't believe you guys are touring with them. They're clearly riding your coattails to fame because Noah know's he'll never be the man you are."

Okay, that's it.

Ripping the curtain open, I stormed into the front section of the bus just in time to see Trey forcing his tongue down this girl's throat. I stumbled over my words when I noticed how young she was; she had to be twenty years old.

Ten years younger than Trey.

"What the fuck," I spat.

They both broke apart and while the girl looked shocked as hell seeing me, Trey narrowed his eyes at me.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

It took me a few moments to gain my barrings before I finally snapped my gaze towards the young girl. "How old are you? Don't even think about giving me a bullshit answer. I have people that can find out who you are in a matter of minutes."

She shifted on her feet. "Seventeen."

Fuck-make that thirteen years younger than Trey.

"Oh my Hades," I pinched my eyes shut while taking a deep breath.

"Y/N, baby. She was only asking for a picture," Trey tried to explain.

"Of what, your dick?" I snapped.

"Atleast I'm giving him something," the girl crossed her arms over her chest while popping a hip out to look tough.

"Really," I raised a brow. "You have two seconds to get off this bus before security hauls your ass out of here in cuffs with everyone watching that."

She huffed. "I'm not afraid of some security guards."

I hummed while pulling out my phone to take a quick picture of her and Trey's arm wrapped around her neck.

"But I bet your afraid of your parents finding out that you're sneaking onto tour busses with men ten years older."

The girl paled. "You don't know my name, how would my parents find out?"

"No, I may not know your name but social media is a powerful thing," I shook my phone. "All I have to do is post it on my Instagram and one of my half a million followers know you."

"Y/N-," Trey warned.

"Oh you know what," I snapped my fingers. "I bet you follow Trey. Won't be hard to find a blonde."

I made a mock show of scrolling through my phone and continued to ramble on. "Here I thought I was Trey's type; brunette and older. Apparently I was wrong."

"Are you done with your jokes?" Trey groaned while running a hand through his curls.

"Oh, here you are!" I ignored him by holding up my phone in mock victory. My eyes bounced between my phone and the girl. "Your picture doesn't do you justice."

"Wait!" She yelled with her hands out towards me. "Please don't! I'll leave and forget this ever happened."

I smirked while motioning towards the bus. "Let the door hit ya on the way out."

Once alone, I snapped all of my hatred and anger towards Trey. "You're fucking unbelievable! She's a child you disgusting piece of shit!"

"More experienced than you," Trey shrugged.

I blinked, appalled in so many ways. "Why the hell did you even stay with me then, Trey?" I asked.

"A good hole when I couldn't find what I needed."

God, why did I ever think he loved me?

"You're a real asshole," I shook my head. "I can't believe I took your side over his."

That angered him because Trey tossed his jacket off onto the couch before pointing over my shoulder. "You want to talk about me? Lets look what's inside your suitcase."

Storming passed me, he ripped my private suitcase from an empty bunk and tossed the contents all over the floor at my feet. The three gifts Noah has bought be over the last few weeks standing out like a sore thumb.

Trey snatched up the bracelet and necklace. "You wanna talk about me? What the fuck is this?”

“It’s just a bracelet and a necklace. Trey, don’t even say it’s the same." I rolled my eyes, not seeing it the way he was.

"Bullshit," he spat at my feet. "You had no problem fucking keeping it did you? Is this from him?!"

When I didn't answer, he lost it and tossed the jewelry across the bus, his loud voice carrying through the open windows of the bus.

"It is, isn’t it? You had no problem fucking accepting it did you?”

I stood tall against him, this time not backing down as Trey picked up the wolf stuffed animal Noah bought me from the outing at the zoo. "What the fuck is this? Are you ten? You need to sleep with a stuffed animal?"

I choked on a breath when he tossed it out of the window.

"You're not going to turn this on me! You sick fuck!"

“No, I think we will. I’ve known for years you couldn’t hack it. You can act innocent like you haven’t been falling for this other guy this whole fucking time! That arrogant fucking prick thinks his little bring me dupe band is gonna make it."

Trey punched the wall next to him, causing me to jump slightly. "Shit-fuck them and fuck him."

“How dare you!" I pointed a finger at him. "They work fucking hard, harder than you ever have, Trey. Fuck, you're a piece of shit. I can’t believe I've ever cared for you.”

“Fucking ditto baby," Trey chuckled darkly. "You think he’s gonna fall in love with you and magically make your problems go away?"

My hands clenched into fists at my side. "I never said that but-."

"Do you really think this dude is going to want to waste thousands of dollars on implanting something that should fucking work? Christ, that has to be embarrassing for you; go ahead and tell him. I'd love to see if he stays with you."

He paused for a long moment and I was livid, anger pulsing through me he went that low.

Trey took a step towards me, almost getting in my face as his voice dropped. "Noah doesn’t know how fucking broken you are and I bet with all the money in the world, you can't magically fix this."

He motioned towards my body with a limp finger.

"Fuck you, Trey!" I pushed him away from me with all my strength. "Let me clear this up for you and don’t stop me if I talk too fast. It’s my life not yours! And it’s my heart; my soul! It isn’t yours anymore! You’re self destructive so maybe we’re even."

"Remember, baby, I found you when you were nothing, I tried to make you something! Turn you into a star-but now look at you, a fucking bitch on a leash and for who? Him. He just wants to pump and dump ya baby, like so many others."

The sound of skin on skin echoed out of the open windows as I slapped tray across the face, his eyes burning daggers into the ground.

"I fucking hate you. I can't believe I wasted years on someone like you! You fucked me up so bad, how can I ever love someone else without thinking their cheating on me? I'll spend my entire life wondering if I'm good enough for anyone else, does that make you feel good? Knowing that I'm fucked up."

Trye sneered while snapping his head up towards me. "I'll sleep like a fucking baby; something you'll never have."

Another slap followed by another. He took a step towards me while raising his fist and as I prepared myself for the impact, feet pounding on the ground were my saving grace.

"Mother fucker!"

Chase tackled Trey into the wall behind them, forcing his forearm into Trey's neck, cutting off his oxygen. Malcolm was at my side, eyes scanning over me for any injuries; physically there were none but emotionally, I was cut up from the inside out.

Ethan, our manager, must have heard the commotion as well, because he was now standing on the other side of me, eyeing Trey with a questionable gaze.

"Chase, let him go," Ethan spoke slow.

It only made Chase tighten his grip on Trey's throat. "Piece of shit deserves this. He was about to hit, Y/N."

"Deserves. It," Trey choked out with a sickly smile.

I turned away from him, tears falling from my eyes suddenly as the sobs attacked me with such force I fell into Malcolm's arms. Ethan stepped up to Chase and left a gentle hand on his back.

"I can't kick him out unless he's free to leave, Chase."

Trey's eyes widened with either the loss of oxygen or what Ethan said. "You can't."

"We did," Malcolm spoke while rubbing my back. "It's already been decided."

“Hollow souls is my band!” Trey finally got the upper hand over Chase and pushed him away.

When Chase went back to choke him out, I desperately reached for his arm to pull him close to me. I was a distraught mess, and I needed them.

"Three to one motherfucker, you’re out!" Chase held his head high.

Ethan stepped between us while motioning to Trey. "Get your shit packed up, there's a cab already waiting for you."

NOAH

"Do you guys hear that?" Folio said while leaning over his bunk so he could look at me upside down. "It sounds like someones fighting."

I shrugged while pulling out one of my headphones, pausing my music. "Maybe Jolly's watching a movie too loud again?"

"Nope," Jolly leaned down in front of my bunk. "It's coming from Hollow Souls bus."

Scrambling out of my bunk, I pushed passed Jolly to run out of the bus in time to see Trey loading his bags into the back of a cab. As if he could sense me, he threw a dark laugh my way.

"Hey prick! Are you happy now?"

I shrugged with one hand in my worn out blue and white star shorts while the other hand threw up the peace sign and turned my back to him to leave. I made it all of two steps before Trey's voice called behind me.

“I don’t know what the fuck you see in her, anyway!”

That made me turn swiftly on my heels to flip him off. "Every thing you didn’t."

Once the cab drove off, I turned towards Hollow Souls but to see Y/N standing on the last step. Her eyes were red and puffy, hair a disheveled mess from her running her hands through it as some strands stuck to her face because of the tears.

Fuck, I was supposed to be made at her because of our fight earlier but seeing how broken she looked made me want to wrap my arms around her.

"Noah," she choked on my name through sobs. "I-I'm-."

Stay strong. You can't fold because a pretty girl is crying in front of you.

But-.

No buts. She told you whatever you wanted to happen, wasn't going to. She doesn't love you.

"Noah, can we talk," her bottom lip wobbled. "Please."

I shrugged with my hands still deep into my pockets. "Seems like you said everything you needed to say."

As much as my heart was screaming for me to go back, I kept walking towards my bus knowing that I had to get ready; Bad Omens set was starting in less than an hour.

NOAH

"Thanks Seattle! We hope you stick around for Hollow Souls! They're bound to put on a killer show!"

With a final wave towards the crowd, me and the guys ran off the stage just in time to see Malcolm and Chase looking frantic.

"What's wrong with you two?" Folio questioned while wrapping a bandaid around his pinky.

He went a little too hard on the drums tonight and somehow ended up slicing his pinky pretty good.

We all knew that Hollow Souls was panicking since kicking out Trey because not only did they lose their screamer but also their guitar player. He deserved to be fired, and it was a long time coming but now that the venom has cleared from the bands veins, they realized how fucked they were. While we were on stage tonight, I could see Ethan running around with his phone pressed to his ear, trying to figure out replacements.

"We can't find Y/N," Chase ran a hand over his buzzed head.

I nearly dropped the water bottle I was drinking as my stomach dropped out of my ass, heart beating a thousand miles a minute. "What?"

Malcolm ran a hand over his face. "She spun out, man. After you brushed her off earlier, she took off saying she needed some space. She left her phone on the bus and hasn't come back. Chase spent the last hour looking for her. We don't know where she is and we still have to decide what we're going to do about the last few shows."

Jolly squeezed Malcolm's shoulder. "It'll be alright. We'll go look for her."

"No," I shook my head. "You guys stay here, I'll go find her. In the meantime, your guitar tech knows all your songs, right?"

Chase nodded. "Yes, but how does that help for the screams?"

"Nick, have your phone by you so I can call you when I find her," I said, already working my mind on places she could be.

I pointed to Folio next. "You and Jolly head back out on stage to throw out some sticks or guitar picks. Anything to distract the crowd."

Before the doubt could stop me, I barreled through the back door of the venue, the cool air brushing over my heated skin as I looked to the left then to the right.

Where are you, angel?

Suddenly, I remembered something from one of her old live streams she did last year. A fan asked her where she liked to go when she needed time to think.

"Oh, thats easy," she answered with zero hesitation. "The rooftop of the venue were playing or the rooftop of my apartment. I love looking out at the vastness of the city almost like I'm Zeus staring down at all the other demi Gods."

My feet traveled faster than my brain did as I ran around back, quickly finding the ladder that lead to the rooftop. I climbed with ease and reached the top in a matter of seconds, eyes scanning for the long hair that I dreamed of.

There.

Sitting on the ledge with her head in her hands was Y/N, body shaking with sobs. I approached slowly, not wanting to scare her.

"Angel."

She hastily rose to her feet while wiping away the tears. "Noah? How'd you find me?"

"I remembered you said you enjoyed sitting on rooftops; almost like you're Zeus."

Through the tears and pain etched in her face, the briefest of smiles poked through until she remembered everything that happened a few hours ago. Even through the mess of make up, knotted hair, and blotchy skin, I wanted to grab her face to crash my lips to hers.

"I was an idiot," she sobbed. "I should have believed you about Trey but I was so blinded by the lies he spewed. Everything was a lie. He never loved me and I knew I never loved him."

As much as I wanted to talk, I decided it would be best if I stayed quiet so she could let everything out.

"He was the venom inside of me, draining me of my light and soul. I let him do that; let him change who I was. God, I'm so stupid!" She covered her face with shaking hands. "I can't believe I believed him over you!"

"Angel," I said again in a soft voice.

She either didn't hear me or didn't bother to stop. "You know, deep down I knew he was cheating. Where the fuck does he disappear to all the time? But I stayed with him because I thought no one would want me with what's wrong. I'm broken, every part of me unfixable, and Trey made me think no one would want to spend the money or time."

Y/N kept rambling on, not letting me get a word in, so instead I pulled her into my embrace, hand resting on her back while she buried her face into my shirt, gripping ti with all her might.

"I'm so sorry. I should have believed you. I'm such a fucking idiot."

I laid a soft kiss to the top of her head before tilting her chin up towards me. "You're not an idiot, angel. You said it yourself, you were blinded by who you thought Trey was."

She sniffled as I wiped the tears away. "But you never lied to me; there was no reason for you too. I said some hurtful things to you, Noah. I don't understand how you could ever forgive me for that?"

"Water under the bridge," I shrugged with a light chuckle, hoping it would ease the mood.

It didn't.

"I don't want to lose you, Noah. I can't lose you." She sobbed again.

I cupped her face this time, forcing our gazes to lock. "You won't. I forgive you."

"Wh-what?" She stammered.

"I forgive you, angel."

Earlier this afternoon, I hadn't planned on forgiving her this soon. But I suppose one step of my maturity is how seamless it was to accept the apology. Usually, I'd sit there, let the person ramble some bullshit I knew wasn't true. However, now, I sat up straight when I looked into those eyes, those eyes I felt deep in my gut weren't lying. She truly has been conditioned, like some kind of Stockholm Syndrome and I understood all too well what that was like. I lived that for years-desolate.

Seeing Y/N crying, broken, and afraid of losing me for the choices someone else made, I decided I would not be a boy. I was a man, a grown man, one of little words when I couldn't stop overthinking. However, I decided that communication was key; it's what gotten the band this far.

I was going to be a man, a man she deserved to have in her life; no matter what it cost me.

"You do?" Y/N peered up at me through lashes. "You don't, I don't know-hate me?"

"No," I said firmly, hands still gripping her face.

Her wet eyes sparkle with the setting sun. "Not at all? I-."

"Stop, angel. Stop," I stood taller. "I will not lash out at you to get even. I'm not going to make you get on your knee's and grovel either. We had an argument, discussed the situation. You apologized, I forgave you, and we made up."

"Just liek that?" Y/N wondred.

I brushed a kiss across her forehead, breathing in her scent. "Just like that, angel. I'm not him. I see the road ahead of me and I choose to take the high one."

Her grip on my hips tighted, almost afraid I would change my mind and walk away; never in a million years could I walk away from her. We were connected so deep, our souls would fade to the earth benethe our feet if we were to lose one another.

"Well, I must confess Noah; this is all new to me. I'm letting my guard down to let you in. I've been trying to sleep at night to avoid this thing between us, whatever the hell it is. You're the one at the foot of my bed trying to keep me alive at night."

My heart damn near soar so high into my throat, I was afraid I'd choke on it.

We stayed like that for a long few moments; me rocking her softly in my arms, until reality struck causing me to switch from my embrace around her to linking our fingers together.

"Come on, you've got a room full of fans waiting for you," I tugged her along.

"Shit," she cursed. "How the hell am I supposed to explain to them what happened to Trey?"

The corner of my lips lifted in a smile. "Well, think of something."

READER

"Hey, Seattle?! How are we feeling?" I spoke into the microphone.

My throat was raw from all the crying I'd been doing that I could barley speak, let alone sing.

The crowd cheered wildly, ready to watch Hollow Souls perform. It didn't even bother them I was still dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a matching crop top sweater.

"Well, unfortunately Chase, Malcolm, and I have some news," the crowd's cheers went dead silent as I pointed to Chase on one side of me and Malcolm on the other. "As you can see, Trey isn't on the stage with us. Because of personal reasons, he's no longer apart of Hollow Souls."

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop from the streets outside. I swallowed my nerves, forcing myself to continue with what I knew I had to say next.

"So with that being said, we as a trio have decided to-."

Suddenly, loud cheers and applause reverberated in my ears as I watched Noah run onto the stage, holding up a hand in the air.

"Excited to see me again, Seattle?"

I blinked at him, confused why he was on stage again. "What are you doing?" I mouthed.

"Well, it seems like Hollow Souls need a fill in for tonight?" Noah briefly ignored me to continue speaking to the crowd.

This time the screams were so loud, I was sure some glasses broke on the bar in the back of the room.

"If it's alright with my beautiful friend here," Noah smirked at me. "I'd love to fill in. We've got your guitar tech filling in for Trey."

I then saw Mike, our tech, give me a small wave. Everything was happening so fast, I barley had time to register Malcolm stole the microphone from me. "Yes, Noah I accept. We would love your help for tonight."

As he walked past me to prepare himself to fill in, I placed a hand on his stomach. "Thank you."

He brought the hand from his stomach to his lips, pressing soft kisses along each knuckle. "Anything for you, angel."

Holy shit. I thought Hollow Souls sounded amazing with Trey but I was wrong; so fucking wrong. Noah was something I never thought I needed; personally and professionally. They way we sang together, the energy palpable. It was nothing like I ever experienced with Trey. The way Noah and I connected with our vocal ranges, hell even our fucking souls were connected that much I knew. But as Noah screamed out hte last line of our final song, I swallowed hard when those scary, unknown feelings hit me.

I love him.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #enemies to lovers #right person wrong time #starcrossed lovers

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satrs · 11 months

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𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; He just wants to show you that he's the right one. Is that too much to ask for?

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Geto Suguru x fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.6k

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI!. friends to lovers. fluff. nicknames. unprotected sex. just suguru being suguru. biting(like once).

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ I NEED HIM SO SOOO BAD MAN. Idk I just feel he is MADEE for the friends to lovers trope.

Suguru was so sick and tired of seeing you get hurt and used by those filthy men. Years and years, he had to witness his beloved best friend get hurt over and over again, crying your frustrations and your sadness out in his arms.

It was in one of those moments when he realized - he wouldn't ever treat his woman like that, you like that. He should be the one instead of those immature boys, you only needed someone like him- a man.

He would carry you like a princess and treat you like a queen, just how you deserve it. They couldn't care for you like he did, he knew you longer than them. What food you like and dislike, what your favourite color is. How you are when your sad, and happy. How gorgeous you look in dresses. And lingerie. He knew everything about you and was positive that he could treat you- please you, better than any man.

He would just have to let you understand that too.

"He's really not worth it Y/N. Your better than that." His words didn't help your weeping tears, hand tightly gripping onto his hoodie as you let everything out on his chest.

Suguru's hand took ahold of yours, causing you to look up at him with your eyes red from all the tears you shred. His mouth felt soft and warm on your hand, "please baby. You know I don't like to see you cry." That was only partially true. Of course he didn't like to see his best friend cry because of other men or out of sadness, but if he would be the one to make you cry while you were writhing in pleasure? That's a different story.

The sight of you crying made both his heart and dick ache at the same time, feeling the need to spoil you with pleasure till you wouldn't know the end of it anymore.

"Why is it always me Suguru? What am I even doing wrong?" Your tears were threatning to fload again, causing your best friend to act as quickly as he could. "It's not your fault Y/N. You just didn't find someone who knows your worth yet."

"And when will I find that someone?", you sniffled, causing the long haired male to look down at you. He's right here. Me. I'm the one for you. But he wouldn't dare to speak out those words, you had to be aware of it yourself.

His gaze flickered around your room. arm snaking aroung your shivering form to pull you closer into his chest, "Eventually."

His fingers catched the tear that was about to sneak it's way down your cheeks, wiping your eyes clear to see. His next words followed in a low tone, hoping you would catch his intentions. "You just don't know what's right infront of those pretty eyes of yours."

You catched onto his words through your sniffling, eyes lifting to meet his, retreating from his hold as you intensily looked at him, face mere inches away from his. "What do you mean?" Your question was stated carefully, to scared of what the answer might be.

Did he really?- no way. That would be to good to be true. You're just friends afterall, don't let it grow to your head.

Your thoughts were cut of by the sensation of soft lips pressing into yours, catching you off guard. Suguru's hand was quick to sneak around the back of your neck, holding you in place so you couldn't pull away.

He poured his all into the kiss, taking in a deep breath, the smell of you deeply imprinted into his brain, brows furrowning as he expressed his love through this sensual exchange.

You understood now, you finally realized what he meant earlier. He was right, you didn’t realize what was before your eyes- it was Suguru himself. How did you never read the room? Get the signs? Like the nicknames he gave you and made your heart flutter, or the touches that were a bit too intimate for just 'a friend'.

Soon you returned the kiss, deeply sinking into him, taking in all of his emotions, soaking in the feeling of his warm tongue exploring every part of your mouth. "You don't know how long I've waited for this.", he had said, mouth departing from yours to make quick work of your clothes.

You just wordlessly watched him, feeling like you're in a fever dream. The feeling of his lips against yours is so addicting and wonderful, not to mention the swift movement of his fingers, robbing sighs and moans out of your mouth. He was quick to strip out of his clothes himself, motioning you to straddle his lap. You complied, swiftly moving ontop of him, enveloping his lips into a kiss again as your hips subconciously grind onto his errected length. He growled into your mouth, hand squeezing the fat of your ass as he moved you steadily on himself. "Me too. Wanted this for so long Suguru." Your words shocked the man, his brows frowning in confusion. You did?

"Please Suguru. Need you." Your pleas snapped him out of his trance, lifting you up lightly to hover you over his red angry tip. You bit your lip in satifaction and threw your head back at the feeling of his tip bullying itself past your entrance. "shh, I'm here baby, You got me."

"Mhm." You nodded your head frantically in daze as he bottomed out, feeling completely full of his grith. "Feels so good." He couldn't get enough of the sound of your breathy voice, his hips moving backwards only to snap right back into yours, causing a yelp to errupt from your lungs. He let out a moan at the feeling of your velvet walls embracing his length and wrapping so tightly around his angry mushroom tip, head thrown back onto the couch. "fuck."

His hand traveled to the back of your neck, smashing his lips against yours and swallowing all the moans he tickled out of you. "Who is making you feel this good baby, hm?" He shortly broke away from the kiss, placing one quick messy and open mouthed peak at your lips, his hand now traveling down your spine, goosebumps appearing on your whole body.

The speed of his hips increased, his hand firmly holding the back of your thigh to rock you back onto his incoming thrusts, your clit nudging his pelvic bone with every movement.

Suddenly his movement stopped, hand traveling behind you to take ahold of your hair, tucking your head back lightly as his eyes starred daggers into your soul. "I said," he adjusted himself, harshly thrusting up into you after every word that came past his lips, "who. is. making. you feel this good?"

A loud cry of his name errupted from your lungs, face twisting at the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix over and over again. Pleased with your answer he let his grip go and sneaked his arms around you instead, tightly embracing you and pulling you closer to himself, both of your bodies rubbing against each other with each hard movement of his hips, sweat glisterning and adoring the both of you.

Your hot breath tickled his neck, his breath equally occupying yours, peppering wet and messy kisses onto it, harshly sucking on your neck that pulled out a mewl out of you. "You're so fucking sexy", he muttered against your neck, one hand traveling back to your back, harshly smacking it. "All mine, right?"

Nodding your head rapidly, your head leaned forward to capture the man's lips in another kiss, your moans drowning in Suguru's mouth, only some of his groans managing to escape the intense kiss.

With each roll of his hips you grew closer to your limit, moans turning higher in volume. Suguru noticed your incoming orgasm right away, hand sneaking between your bodies to rub your bundle of nerves to draw out your high.

You came undone under his actions, teeth catching your bottom lip as your head threw back in euphoria, the knot in your stomach snapping in half.

Your walls clenched tightly around his, drawing low moans out of him as his thurst turned sloppier. "I'm gonna- shit Cum for you baby." You could only manage to moan in return, body falling ontop of his as his head hung low in your neck, teeth biting down into it to hide his sounds and also create a visible mark on you.

A pleased sigh escaped your lips as you felt his hot, white cum fill your hole, some leaking out and running down his length. Suguru was breathing heavily just like you, calming down from his high.

Your head rested against his chest as he slid out of you, his cum dripping down your thigh while your exhausted form drew forms on his chest with your fingers. This made the young man giggle, catching your attention as you looked up at him with such an adoring smile that made him fall in love with you a second time.

Your nose scrunched as Suguru drew circles on your hip while placing a soft kiss to your temple. "This is such a kitschy couple thingy." He only returned you a lovestruck smile, head leaning down to capture your lips in a quick kiss. "So then we're a kitschy couple then?", he questioned, still a bit cautious because he was scared you might change your mind.

Your lips felt hot against his as you chased his lips again, his demeanour relaxing at your action.

"Yes we are."

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"There's Only One Bed" Trope

Pairings: Vash x reader, Wolfwood x reader (separately)

A/N: Please be nice, this is the first time I'm writing for Trigun. I have no idea what I'm doing but here, have this I guess?? Feedback is welcome, just be nice please .-.

Vash The Stampede

"I'm gonna kill him."

You and Vash both arrived outside the door to the same room at the same time, each of you looking at the other, confused. Only to find out Wolfwood had told each of you separately that you had this room to yourselves. He had been planning this all along.

'That sneaky bastard,' You thought to yourself, feeling a tinge of irritation at being set up.

"H-Hey! Please don't, I'm sure it was an honest mistake!" Vash chimed in, a nervous laugh escaping him as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Relax, Stampede, I'm not gonna kill Wolfwood. I might hurt him, though. He set us up," You grumbled, fiddling with the key to your room and just about tearing the door off its hinges as you entered.

"I can take the floor as long as you give me a pillow," You muttered tiredly over your shoulder to Vash, fighting to keep the heat from rising to your face.

You hated to admit it, but sharing a bed with the Humanoid Typhoon actually didn't sound too bad. Vash had been nothing but kind to you in all your time travelling with him, and you couldn't help it - the guy was pretty damn loveable when you got to know him.

"Oh, no! It's okay, I can take the floor, honestly, I don't mind! You can have the bed, (Y/N), you look pretty tired and I'm sure you could use the rest."

Vash's tone was kind, and when you looked over at him, he was just smiling at you warmly. You quickly looked away, praying Vash wouldn't notice, before humming to yourself for a moment in contemplation.

"Well, that's no good either. I don't know about you, Vash, but I'm fine if we share a bed. If you're not comfortable, though, that's okay, too. We'll figure something out," You offer, not looking at him as you feel the warmth creeping up in your face again. The things this man did to you.

"You sure, (Y/N)? I don't mind the floor, honest!" Vash asked, clearly not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"You're not sleeping on the floor, Vash. You need rest just as much as I do. Come on, we'll just share, okay?" You stated, making a decision for the both of you.

"O-Okay!"

The word that slipped from Vash's lips came out a bit strangled, causing you to look over at him, only to see that his face had become as bright red as his coat.

Stifling a laugh, you called out teasingly, "You okay there, Vash? You're blushing pretty hard. Cat got your tongue?"

Vash just gave a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his head with his prosthetic hand, "I-I just haven't shared a bed with another person in a really, really long time."

You laughed softly under your breath, before walking over the the bed and turning down the covers, getting the bed ready for you two to sleep in.

"Don't worry, Vash. I promise I don't kick or bite in my sleep. Or, at least, I don't think I do."

"You're a cuddly sleeper."

You froze at those words, turning to look at him with wide eyes, "What?"

Vash let out another nervous laugh, "You become cuddly in your sleep. I only know that because one night you fell asleep next to me and you latched onto me and didn't let go until shortly before you woke up."

You felt heat rush to your face as you spluttered, "W-What?! You never told me I did that! Oh, my God, I'm sorry, Vash, I didn't know I did that, that's so embarrassing, I-"

"Don't apologize," Vash cut you off, a genuine, soft smile on his face and a dusting of pink appearing on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, "You were really cute. It felt nice to have you holding onto me."

"B-But what if that happens again tonight?" You retorted, slightly mortified by this new revelation.

Vash simply smiles bigger, his blush darkening, "You won't hear a complaint from me."

You were going to buy Wolfwood some new cigarettes in the morning in thanks.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

"Well, well, well. Whatcha doing on my bed, sweetheart?"

You sat up so fast you almost threw your back out at the sound of Wolfwood's voice, your gaze coming to rest on the man who was now leaning against the wall, cigarette between his smirking lips.

"Your bed? No, no, you're mistaken, this is my bed, Wolfwood. Meryl told me so herself earlier," You retorted, scowling at him as chuckled and stepped closer to the bed where you were sitting.

"Yeah? Well, little lady told me this was my room," Wolfwood replied cooly, his gaze resting on you as he chuckled again, showing you the same key as the one you had, "Guess she's played us both."

"Well, I got here first, so get out, Wolfwood," You hissed as you glared at him, annoyed at how relaxed and unbothered he seemed. He just always knew how to get under your skin.

"Yikes, don't you know God frowns on those unwilling to share, (Y/N)?"

The smirk on Wolfwood's face made you either want to hit him or kiss him, or possibly both, in that order.

"Oh, shut it, Wolfwood. You're not even that good a priest, so you don't get to pull that crap on me."

You stood up, getting closer to him, your hands crossed over your chest as you gazed at him, trying to be as cool and collected as he was, "So, what do we do?"

Wolfwood's eyebrows raised, an expression crossing his face that you couldn't pin for a split second before he smirked again, "We could always share, ya know."

"You. Share a bed. With me?" You reiterate slowly, your eyes narrowing as you looked at him, "Why on Earth would you do that? I mean, it's pretty obvious you can't stand me, so why would you offer to share a bed with me?"

Now an expression you'd never seen before on him but certainly recognized flashed across Wolfwoods face - surprise.

"You think I can't stand you?"

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to be nonchalant about it, "Well, yeah. You're always trying to make me mad or get a reaction out of me, you insult me, you condescendingly call me "sweetheart", the list goes on. I can't really see how that points to anything but you disliking me, Wolfwood."

"Nicholas."

You blinked. "What?"

"Nicholas. My name. Call me by my name."

Wolfwood's voice was gruff, his eyes watching you carefully as he spoke. He could see your eyes widening in surprise and confusion, to which he took the opportunity to step forward until he was just a little too close to you, getting up into your personal space.

"And listen, sweetheart, I don't dislike you. It's just fun seeing you squirm and get riled up - you're cute when you're angry."

Before you could even begin to process what Wolfwood had just said, he brushed past you, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to him with a smirk, his tone gently teasing.

"Come on, sweetheart. Lemme show you just how much I like you."

#anya's athenaeum #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #trigun stampede #vash x reader #trigun stampede x reader #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood #trigun x reader #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun

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Okay I have this idea but yes yes anyway [might be long I'm so sorry]

So basically Wanderer practically joined Traveller to journey out to the last 3 regions of Teyvat. But but bUUUUT right now they're at Fontaine and doing some stuff [aka the current available quests]

Once he and the Traveller are taking a massive break over things, him checking out some places to hang out when he saw someone— another puppet, basically

When he approached them, surprise its his younger sibling [aka reader], and they still remember him despite the Irminsul incident one region ago

How would the interaction go from there? I want moar genshin-sibling-platonicness help

— 🫶🏻 Anon with another gift! A Neuvilette An otter with some things! 🦦🐚🪸🪷

A/N: THAT'S SUCH A CREATIVE IDEA ACTUALLY ANOIFENI. More genshin sibling platonic storys yes >:D AND THANK YOU FOR THE MINI NEUVI

W.C: 1237

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial

Format: Fic

Warnings: None (I think?)

Extra: Traveller Lumine because she needs more love, also I prefer Traveller Lumine ngl // Scaras a mean but caring older brother // Reader is a young adult // Sorry if this wasn't as long as you hoped, I haven't done any of the side quests in Fontaine :sob: willing to write a pt 2 though // I did not proof read this, I relied solely on my proofreader

Just Like Me - Platonic Scaramouche x Sibling! Reader

“Ahhh…it feels so good to relax”

Lumine sighed tiredly as she plopped herself on a bench. Scaramouche raised an eyebrow at the blonde and rolled his eyes as he stared at the traveller practically melting onto the bench. Paimon doing the same.

“You two are tired already? It’s only 12pm”

“AND we’ve been doing commissions and helping others since MIDNIGHT”

Lumine countered, now laying atop of the bench like it was the most comfiest bed in the world, Paimon nodded in agreement, going to fly over and lay down too but was knocked back a bit by Lumine.

“Go away Paimon…all you did was float around…”

“Hey!! Paimon makes great emotional support”

And all Lumine could respond with was a tired yet sarcastic ‘sure you are’. Scara watched the scene unfold in front of him and shook his head a bit. Perhaps it was because he was a puppet and didn’t get tired as fast as regular humans, but he wanted to continue their mission in Fontaine before they went to the next 2 nations.

He sat on the ground next to the blonde and after half an hour he was bored once again. Groaning a bit as he tipped his head back.

“When are we continuing our little ‘adventure’?”

“If you’re so up for it, you can go explore…look for people to help or ideally…a place to better relax and/or a place to dump Paimon”

“Hey! What’s with you and leaving me alone”

Scara shook his head as the two travelling companions began to playfully bicker, deciding to take the proposal Lumine suggested, he stood up again and began walking around Fontaine for a place to hang out or just someone in trouble. If he’d actually help them? He didn’t know either.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME”

Scara covered his ears at the sudden loud screech, turning to the source of the sound, he saw someone being cornered by some guys, eyes narrowing a bit he quietly walked over.

“Just give us the mora, and we’ll be on our way”

“I’ve told you, I don’t have it. Nor do I have any debt to even be paid”

“Debt or not, we want the money”

Scara rolled his eyes, classical treasure hoarders. Using his vision he floated above them and slashed some anemo at them, pushing them to the ground. The person he saved looked up and tilted their head.

The treasure hoarders attempted to get up but the person quickly slashed them down with geo, knocking them fully unconscious.

“If you had a vision yourself, you should’ve used it”

Scara said, floating down and crossing his arms at the person who just shrugged.

“I was going too, until you came here. Are you a god or something?”

“Ha, could’ve been if my mom hadn’t betrayed me”

He mumbled under his breath, earning a confused look as the person didn’t know what he said. Quickly coughing into a fist he extended his hand.

“You can call me Wanderer, nice to meet you”

“Oh right, I’m [Name]”

They replied, a bit hesitant, taking his hand and shaking it. A bit quickly realising that the hand they shook didn’t feel the same as the others. And as creepy as it sounds, a puppet's hand is quite different to a human's hand.

Puppet?

Both Scara and [Name] looked at eachother, realising that well, both their hands felt like a puppets one.

“A puppet?”

“Seems so, wow I never met another puppet before”

“Don’t get used to it”

[Name] laughed a bit, before eyeing Scara up and down. Something about him felt familiar…perhaps too familiar. Before long they were pretty much staring and Scara was glaring at them as no words had been spoken during this time.

“Ah, sorry…but…Kuni?”

“...What?”

Scaras eyes widened at the name before narrowing again.

“How do you know that name?”

“My mom told me about Kunikuzushi or well…Kuni…he’s my older brother…well I see him as well, I’m not sure what my mom thinks”

“Older…brother…? Wait wait…you’re telling me your mother is Raiden Ei AND that you remember that?”

“Yes and yes…why is there a problem?”

Scara shook his head, this was quite the surprise for him. He had a younger sibling and they remembered him? Or the stories anyways. Thinking for a bit he decided to explain to [Name] about the incident with the ____ Tree.

Before long, he was walking them back to where he last left Lumine.

“Wow, so you erased yourself from this tree and now history has forgotten about you? Like you never existed”

“For the nth time…y e s”

“Sorry not sorry. But that’s just so cool”

[Name] explained, laughing a bit at their brother's tired look from explaining why he’s been pretty much deleted from history. Lumine was up by now and no longer bickering with Paimon, rather she was talking to someone with a smile. A smile that both Scara and [Name] recognised as a fake one.

“I’ll get right on that…yes yes bye”

Traveller waved off the Fontainian and as soon as they were out of sight their smiles dropped and buried their heads in their heads, proceeding to silently scream in them as Paimon attempted to comfort her.

“What have I told you about accepting everyone's request”

“...Not to do it”

“And you did it anyways”

Scara sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose but he had no bad feelings towards Lumine. He knew it could be hard to refuse after being known as such a helpful adventurer.

“Oh! It’s the famous traveller! Hello!”

A voice called out, Lumine turned her head to look at Scara and noticed [Name] raising a brow. Before either Lumine or Paimon could answer, Scara quickly explained.

“Wow so…Ei really made a 3rd puppet?”

“I believe they’re older then the Shogun puppet Paimon”

Lumine answered before turning back to [Name], holding her hand out for them to shake which they happily did. Scara rolled his eyes a bit at the interaction but shrugged it off. Not like it’s bad or anything.

“Hey! Since you two seem to want to hang out together, how about you join the commission Traveller just got?”

“Oh! That would be ni-”

“No”

Scara interrupted, coughing into his fist before looking at [Name] who stared back with a slight pout and a raised brow. Lumine and Paimon sighed a bit, they both internally knew that this was going to be awhile.

And it was! The pair had to listen to the two of them argue about [Name] joining the commission, and as harsh as Scaras words were to try to dissuade [Name] to join, Lumine could tell he just wanted to keep them safe. Unfortunately for Scara, he had been following Lumine to the commission area so…whether he liked it or not, looks like [Name] is joining.

He simply grumbled under his breath as he reluctantly grabbed his siblings arm and began dragging them around as Lumine started the commissions. If he couldn’t stop them from joining, the least he could do was protect them right?

That’s what siblings are for…and they’re also for

“THAT WAS MY SWEET MADAM [NAME]”

“NOT ANYMORE”

They’re also there to have silly arguments with after a long day of commissions, reminding both Paimon and Lumine what they must look like when they argue. Lumine simply laughed at their antics as she sipped her drink. (You wish that was you huh?)

If you want a pt 2 where I probably (hopefully) write Scara and [Name]s sibling dynamic better, please comment! I'll make one as soon as I finish my current requests :>>

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from-izzy · 29 days

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yesterday's petal | nct na jaemin

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » non-idol au!, established relationship au!

genre » angst! just full angst!, grief and longing, reader remembering all the good times spent with jaemin, hurt and hope to move on, boyfriend na jaemin who took care of you so well, and you who loved him as much as he loves you

word count, estimated reading time » 1628, ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » major character death, grief and loss, sorry not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

didn't think that my first nct story on this app would be this but...i needed this badly...

i am also getting back into nct! i might be able to go to dream's concert this year and i'm so excited! feel free to send me some nct content and help me catch up hehe

but other than that...

in a world where everyone seems to fit in so well and so easily...i hope that someday things will be better for me 🫂

With the amount of times you hit the door frame against the overhanging bell of the shop, it’s no surprise that the older woman recognises you.

Usually, she greets her customers brightly, especially those who look nervous and overwhelmed by her overflowing love and care towards the flowers that she prides herself on. At first, it was like that for you too, but the brightness of it all only lasted a few milliseconds at most.

She’s not new to her job; no, she’s not. She’s been doing this for years, having been brought up to it by her mother who has heavily influenced her to decorate all kinds of events with the delicate being, bringing in colours from one corner of the room to the other. But she knew the second you walked in her door without having to take your hat, scarf or sunglasses off, that you’re different from any of the other customers.

She can sense it from far away: a heart that has stopped beating. Amidst the chaotic, busy world, where most of the time a pin cannot be heard even in the library, she can feel the dejected feeling that your heart clenches painfully and that it never begs to differ. She wonders if you’ve always been like this or if you change under a different circumstance. Did her shop remind you of something unpleasant? Was it making you remember a painful memory that you never want to revisit ever again?

But you always kept coming back. If not every day, every second day. And this, without fail.

She wishes she had the courage to ask why the corners of your lips have never raised, why your hands are always limped by your side, swaying tirelessly beside your even tired heart. She wishes she could ask why your eyes are always so puffy and sometimes bloodshot when you bow to her as a greeting whenever you exit. And, she would always wonder the reason behind why you would pick up the same flowers every time. Again, with the number of times you visit, she wonders if you’re giving them away or if you just like to fill your room, and perhaps at this point house, just like her.

She never asks because of the way you held the stem of her flowers between your hands. It’s an interesting way to handle her art: you rest the bottom of the stem on your palm with your fingers curving up to make a little bowl while the fingers of your other hand are curled towards the centre of your palm, the little circle however always big enough that when you step over to the counter, the green stalk bounces around the circumference of the circle as you take your step towards her.

Just like every other day, you tapped your card on the machine and left after mouthing a ‘thank you’ when the affirmatory tick was displayed on the screen, a pair of curious eyes behind your slumped shoulders.

Your feet take you to the place that you go to every day, the navigation of getting there already deeply ingrained in you to even try and suppress. With each step, comes the setting of the city that you used to walk with your beloved boyfriend. So many memories are spent in every turn of the city, with every store being visited once whether it be a cafe or a baby clothing store. There was usually no purpose to your visits but the hand that held yours tightly made you remember that sometimes roaming around with no purpose brings the best moments in life.

The scent of the ramen shop across the street makes you hold your breath for a second, not wanting to trigger the accompanying cilantro scent that your nose remembers. The whirring of the coffee machine that you just passed only makes the inside of your mouth dry, remembering the unhealthy shots of caffeine that your boyfriend would drink without a thought in mind. The uneven paths of the ground play with your balance but this time, Na Jaemin isn’t here to hold on to you or even playfully joke around with you to say that he will ‘never let you fall the same way you already fell for him now’.

God, you just want to experience them again.

The way your friends found their significant others while you mull over the fact that Jaemin has left and will never come back. Not in this life, at least. So many times you would pray that you’ll find someone else but even when another person has shown interest in you and you accepted their offer to take you out on a date, you find yourself only thinking of Jaemin endlessly.

At first, you thought he cursed you. Just like how he would say he would if you ever woke him up from his after-school nap even though it was supposed to be a movie date at the cinemas.

But now you know that you’re just not ready for the change that took away the only person who loves you and that you love back an infinite times more. You’re not ready to have another person holding you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings to you no matter your mood.

You just want Na Jaemin back.

“Hey…” You arrive at your destination, the glossy stone reflecting the sullen look on your face, hair messy both from the win and simply not caring about readjusting it back; that was supposed to be Jaemin’s thing after all. “How are you doing today?”

Your choice of clothing today is questionable: white shorts when you know that you will be sitting down on the ungrassed Earth. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you because all you wanted after a tiring day of high school and trailing behind your friends who had their arms joined with the love of their life, is to just talk to Jaemin in a more eye-levelled state.

The conversations are endless and you make sure not to leave the slightest bit of detail from the day. You try your hardest to be positive, knowing well that Jaemin will always like you that way but one of the reasons why you love him is because if you did cry, he would still love and care for you without judgement or doubt. And the realisation that you’ll never see those eyes that you have fallen in love and would get lost in sinks in again.

You sob. Cry. Weep. Bawl.

You could scream. Yell. Shout.

And it’s killing you inside all the same.

“I’m so tired of being so lonely when there’s so many people around me, Nana.” Your chin rests on your folded knees to your chest, arms around your legs but hands still holding the flower the same as before. “I’m so tired of being jealous of my friends that they’re still making happy memories with their other person.” The tears stream down your face even more, gulping down your sorrows and pain.

You relish how the coldness of the wind numbed your cheek; at least you’re feeling something.

“I do believe that the time when everything will be better will come and I do believe that the more I understand my feelings, it will get better eventually,” you sniff and gasp out of air, “but I still wish that I didn’t have to rely on time. I wish that I didn’t have to delve in deep and go through all of this.”

His name engraved on the stone only made it harder for you to see anything, your tears blurring your surroundings and the wind only making you cry harder. You take in a shaky breath and though it was not satisfactory, you’re still thankful that it gave you a little more energy to get lost in the feeling of grief.

“I love you.” You repeat a few more times. “And I hope that someday, whenever I hear your name, only the good memories and things you taught me will replay in my head.”

Your fingers reach over to the curves and lines of his name and you smile remembering how his mother included you in the font and general typography, knowing how much the relationship that you both shared has always been a healthy one for both ends. You continue to run over the engraving more, moving your hand back and forth. You continue to blurt out your last few moments of the day along with your plans for the next twenty-four hours before you would rant to him again.

But like you said, time will eventually come and make it all better and currently, the heaviness in your chest is more bearable now. You jump up to your more stable feet, eyes on the flowers that cover the front side of the base. Slowly, you laid the new one between the ones from before. You stare at how it finds its place so easily despite being only introduced a few seconds ago, and you nod at how it may not be you anytime soon.

As you spare a final glance at the fresh flower on top of the one that you just gifted him yesterday, you note the peace that it’s finally been given, still and no longer twirling and swirling in the circle that you have made for it.

When you walk away, the flower looks at how you drag your feet across the soil, and the yesterday flower whispers, “They're still the same as yesterday.” A message that has continued and passed on from the very first one that you laid in hopes of Jaemin knowing that he’s never forgotten.

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 'especially to you...'

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saninthebuilding · 1 year

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"my hero"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❤️‍🩹 summary: after getting out of surgery to fix up your breathing issues, you're stuck in bed as per the doctor's orders. and just because it's over, that doesn't mean all the fear and worry that came with the operation just disappear. luckily, jungkook is there to help you through it all, just as you are for him.

❤️‍🩹 word count: 1k

❤️‍🩹 genre: boyfriend!jungkook au, fluff, surgery comfort

❤️‍🩹 trope: pre-established relationship

❤️‍🩹 warnings: mentions of hospitals and doctors, mentions of sleep, mentions of teary eyes which eventually lead to tears, mentions of blood, mentions of surgery, jungkook being adorable, mentions of fear, talk about death but like not explicitly

❤️‍🩹 a/n: lil self-indulgent drabble all for myself (again ik) because haha i'm outta the hospital now. :D ALSO UM JUNGKOOK'S VISUAL AT JENNIE'S CK EVENT OMG I'M LITERALLY CRYING HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO FINE AND SO CUTE AT THE SAME TIME I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

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letting out a grunt, i attempt to roll over on my side, but an arm shoots out to keep me in place.

"y/n, you know the doctor said no sudden movements" jungkook says, gently pushing me back into the bed.

"but i wanna look at you" i whine, turning my head to the right as i try to meet his gaze.

he lets out a sigh, exasperated by my antics.

it's been 15 minutes of this. each time i would try to face him, and each time he would remind me of the doctor's orders.

"ok ok, come here" jungkook whispers as he inches closer to me.

gripping my shoulders with his arms, he gently guides me into a sitting position, before practically lifting me up and placing me in his lap.

"jungkook!" i yelp, startled as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind, "that was a very sudden movement!"

"no!" he protests, giggling, "i was very careful! and plus, i got tired of not being able to hold you."

smiling to myself, i lean back into his chest, letting his solid form support me.

it had been 24 hours since i'd gotten out of surgery, and the entire time i had been stuck in bed. it was horrible. i hadn't been able to do anything other than sleep or eat, and the bleeding was a whole other problem.

since they'd operated on me to fix my breathing issues, they'd cut whatever was causing my nasal congestion out, which meant blood. a lot of blood.

i could only imagine how many trees had been needed to make all the tissues i'd used up.

"i was so scared, you know?" jungkook says as he rests his chin on my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck. "the doctor had told us how he was a professional and whatnot, but i couldn't help feeling worried about all the risks he'd mentioned. when you went in, i was terrified. i thought..."

he swallows, the words seemingly caught in his throat, and i feel his chest rise and fall against my spine.

"i thought that would be the last time i see you."

"oh jungkook" i whispered softly, heart melting at his concern for me.

sitting up, i slowly move to face him, and his hands are instantly on my hips, helping me turn around. when i'm finally settled, i wrap my arms around his neck and lean down so we're face to face.

"look at me" i whisper, using a hand to gently cup his chin, "jungkook i'm right here. i'm okay. nothing's going to happen to me. it's over."

his eyes are shiny, and he's biting his lower lip, but he looks at me with bright, wide eyes. his hands run up and down my sides as if to convince himself i'm truly okay.

i press a soft kiss to his forehead, before smiling at him.

"if you were this worried about me, i think my worry was nothing."

he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"of course not, i saw how scared you were. plus, i was only watching you go in. you were the one getting operated on. that must have been really stressful."

i nod, remembering how panicked i was when i walked into the operation room.

"yea, i was. it felt too bright and too loud, as if i was gonna pass out. i wish you could have come in with me, because although all the doctors introduced themselves to try and make me comfortable, it was still scary. i missed you in there."

"oh, y/n" jungkook breathes as he hugs me closer, "look at you, you're alright."

feeling tears start to fill my eyes as i finally let go of all the emotions that had built up since yesterday, i let jungkook pull me into his chest, a sob slipping past my lips.

"i was so scared jungkook" i whisper, voice shaking, "i thought something would go wrong and then i'd never see you again."

"shhh, it's okay" he rubs a hand along my back, easing the tension in my muscles and encouraging me to collapse against him.

"you're my brave girl. so strong. you're my hero, y/n."

i let out a watery giggle, sniffling slowly so i don't further irritate my nose.

"you think so?" i ask as i pull back to look him in the eyes.

jungkook reaches up to cup my cheeks in his hands, legs folding under me so i'm firmly planted in his lap.

"i know so" he smiles, his own eyes glistening again as he pulls me down and kisses me gently.

"now come on, enough of that" jungkook tutts, wiping my tears with his thumbs, "get some rest."

he helps me lie back down on the pillows he'd propped up for me, before adjusting the covers around my shoulders.

"are you okay?" he asks, tracing my cheekbone with his thumb.

i nod, leaning into his touch, before turning to press a kiss to his palm.

"perfect" i croak out, before laughing at my own voice.

jungkook's gaze is soft as he watches me, before he shimmys down the matress and rests his head on my stomach.

i raise my eyebrows, confused.

"so you can see me" he teases, sticking his tongue out at me.

i laugh, letting a hand rest on his head, gently playing with his hair.

"thank you jungkook," i smile, "i don't know what i would do without you."

"i love you y/n," jungkook smiles softly, grabbing the hand that i had placed in his hair and kissing the inside of my wrist gently. "and i'll always be here for you. with you. promise."

my smile grows, until i'm giggling like a little kid. he laughs along with me, bunny teeth peeking out from behind his pink lips.

"oh jungkook, i love you so much."

"shhhhh go to sleep" he giggles, and i roll my eyes, smiling, before leaning back into my pillow and closing my eyes.

the kiss he presses to my stomach tells me he loves me just the same.

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❤️‍🩹 i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading!

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creation-help · 1 year

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Miscellaneous character design tips (that everyone could find useful)

- Feathers in hair, behind the ear, on the head, in some headress ect? Just don't. Unless you're indigenous I strongly, strongly advise against it, bc native people have criticized this design trope time and time again. Accessories and clothing like this can be very difficult to get right if you don't know what you're doing.

• Also! W*ndigos. Don't. If you wanna design a character that "looks like" (or is what you imagine when you think of a) W*ndigo, just. Design a character that looks like that and call it some other monster (Disclaimer: I'm mainly talking about things like those skull headed monsters with antlers ykno). These creatures have alot of deep meaning to the cultures they're from, and people are tired of them being appropriated and misrepresented. It will cost you nothing to just make a generic monster rather than butcher something from a marginalized culture. (Also, I've censored the word because in the past I've been told that using it's name is bad luck/harmful, so I'm doing this to be respectful)

(Natives/indigenous people are welcome to add on discussion about this if you feel like there's anything I could've said differently)

- Unless your character design is meant to be flexible, up to artist interpretation, or just messy, place patterns and decorative characteristics on distinct, memorable places. For example if your character has spots, put the most notable ones on places that're easy to remember and replicate, like on particular body parts. I'd also advise to make just a bit less of these patterns. Generally, if you're not aiming for a cluttered looking design, prioritize quality over quantity, when it comes to patterns.

- A character design's intent is just as important as the actual character design. You'll see me mentioning this on the previous point as well. Unless we're talking about offensive caricatures, there's teeechnically no such thing as a "bad" character design. Just rather a failed or unsuccessful one. What I mean by that, is that if your design is meant to look cliche, tacky, messy, or just plain unappealing, and it looks like such, that is a successful design! If you designed a character just to be something fun for you to draw, that's a successful design! I often see this point applied more professionally by other art advisors, to mean more like "You should be able to tell what kind of character it is based on the design", which is also true! But intent and purpose matters in storytelling. Obviously, not all aspects of a design need to be there for some very specific reason (looking at the people who ask "Why was this character made fat/gnc/black/poc?" and so on.) just keep in mind what this character is supposed to be. I think it's better to worry about if the character design does what it's supposed to, rather than if it's ""Good""

(And yeah, there are still things that just objectively don't look very good together, according to human perspective and color theory and whatnot, but again, if you're aiming for that, you go buddy!)

- Sorta coinciding with the previous point: Don't be afraid to use "ugly" traits when designing. I think the reason why is obvious (beauty standards can go suck a dick), but there's more to it than just radical acceptance! By giving more unique, weird, or "ugly" traits to your characters, you make them more memorable and distinct from one another. If there's a billion smooth faced perfect pretty characters who are the exact same kind of flavorless vanilla sexy, it gets boring, and they blend together! And please don't limit these traits to just villains or characters who are supposed to be disliked!! My other advice on this point, is, pllllease don't design villains "ugly" and heroes "pretty", I feel like that should be a given, but alot of people may be doing it without even realizing. And that's understandable, but I heartily recommend taking a second to think about it more deeply. Why is this visual trait "Bad", or "Evil"? I just feel like so many artists are deathly afraid of having their characters look the least bit unappealing or challenging. I could go on about this but I'll stop here to keep it concise. Don't beauty police your oc is all I'm sayin

- Reference! I don't necessarily mean take inspiration from other existing character designs, although that can also be helpful. I mean that look around you, think broadly! If you have a certain theme for your design, try to round up all the little things (items, concepts, colors, animals, traits) that could be associated with it! And try to reflect that in your character design. You can get a little wacky and experimental. You can literally just broaden your inspiration to things like everyday objects, a specific fabric texture, an element, or a fungi that lives in moldy houses. Anything! My main point is to try to think outside the box and consider more unconventional things to reference for your character design, you'll never know what might work and look really interesting. Often, a bland design is worse than a weird one. (Disclaimer: Unless you're aiming for bland ofc, per my prev points, but ykno). You can also just go by "Hmm, I'm making a character who is X, what does that remind me of?" or, what I also recommend "Hmm, so X kinds of characters remind me of these things. Let's ditch that and think what one usually wouldn't associate with X kinds of characters!". Ykno, defy convention, think about things you might not usually do. I know it can be easier said than done but once you get into a habit of trying to think more broadly, it'll come to you easier. Don't be afraid to get odd and unusual

- While I don't condemn designing a character in a way that just, is that way, because you designed it like that, I also recommend thinking about how and why the character is like that in-story. Might seem like an obvious tip, but I'll elaborate. I for example, have a pair of bug demon characters who grew up on the streets and didn't have the normal amount of nourishment for their age, so, due to that their mouth pincers and other buggy parts were left much smaller and more "plain" looking than others of their species. They never developed to their appropriate adult size. Things like this will reflect on a character design! And that's just one example. If your character has a habit of nervous picking, or sensory problems, or live in an area where certain resources for clothing aren't available, all of this will reflect on the design! Of course, you can also work backwards from a design and think "Hmm, what justification will I think of for the character having these traits (especially if they're uncommon for their story setting)?"

I may do a part 2 sometime later, I just had some thoughts I wanted to compile for now! Obviously you can have your own design principles but these are ones I consistently use (also the first one being as specific as it is, is just something I particularly wanted to say).

#Character design #for character design #Character design tips #character design ideas #Cultural appropriation #Ask to tag #design tips #Design ideas #Artists on Tumblr #monster design #Artblr #Important

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minkkumaz · 11 months

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EVEN WHEN I'M NOT WITH YOU

when han was with you, alcohol tasted less bitter and the world seemed a little less loud. he agreed to take things slow, but the smoke of a clouded bathroom made the two of you seem to forget about that. PIERCE THE VEIL series

PAIRING han jisung x gn!reader WC 1.2k TAGS best friends to lovers trope. safe alcohol use. mentions of drugs. making out. implied toxic past relationship. cussing. OMI NOTE this one is my favorite omg :(

jisung was unsure if it was the alcohol in his system, or if you just looked so fucking ethereal under the terrible club lighting. he kept a tight grip on your hand as you swayed along to the music, taking the occasional sip of your drink. throughout the chaos of tight bodies rubbing against eachother, he didn’t want to lose you.

he squeezed his hand in yours, and you looked over at him with a goofy smile. the same smile that made him fall in love with you over and over again. if he was in a time loop, he’d be happy to repeat the same moment with you for the rest of his life.

your guys’ dynamic was confusing. the two of you had been such close friends for who knows how long. he would comfort you whenever you had a broken heart, pushing down his intentions to aid you. but you did the exact same thing. you both loved eachother.

his heart constantly grew whenever you’d loop your legs in between his on the couch, or when you brought him snacks for those not so great nights, or even when you’d just be on the phone with him yet completely silent. busying yourself with reading a book or watching a show, he’d admire you through his screen. whispering a small i love you when your figure becomes still and sleepy.

as soon as he confronted you about his feelings, you reciprocated whole heartedly. but you didn’t want to ruin this. you wanted to take things slow, and show him how much this relationship meant to you. the mere thought of hurting him made your stomach sink.

staring back at him, you lean into his neck and talk just loud enough so he could hear you over the music blasting, “let’s go hang out in the bathroom? i don’t think anyone is in there and i need a break.”

he nodded at you bashfully as you lead him to the gender neutral restroom (where club goers usually fucked). you had to bump by quite a few people but they were too drunk to even be upset with you.

the restroom was littered with empty stalls. there were people in the corners doing drugs and vaping sweet scents like strawberry and cotton candy. besides that, it was very clean, so you and jisung locked yourself in the first one and settled on the tiled floors.

“fuck i can feel my head ringing.” you groaned, throwing your head back into the wall and straightening your legs.

“i think i might have tylenol in my wallet.” across from you, he pulled out his wallet and dug through it, pulling out a blue and red pill.

“you carry tylenol in your wallet?” you question, taking it from his hand.

“i have a lot of things in my wallet. safety pins, bandaids, condoms, advil.” he listed.

“condoms? what did you think was going to happen tonight, sungie?” you teased, making him blush.

“nothing! i just always have them on me just in case a friend needs it or–”

“it’s okay jisung i was just messing with you.” you sigh, “but honestly my mind is already reeling from basically being unwillingly hot boxed.”

“some of the boys get stoned so late at night, so i honestly got used to the smoke.”

“you don’t join them?” you tilt your head, not knowing that they were allowed to smoke being idols and all.

“nah, it’s not my thing. i’d probably have a panic attack if anything.”

you laughed at him, letting out a long exhale afterwards. the music was still loud, so nobody in the bathroom could hardly hear you anyways. yet the distance between you and jisung was perfect. you let your head fall to your shoulder as you gave jisung a tired grin. he smiled back.

“do you ever wonder what our younger selves would think of us now?” you question, making eye contact with him.

“mm… my younger self is probably be questioning how i ended up with you.”

“how, or why?”

“i wouldn’t be able to tell them why. because even i don’t know.” he chewed on his bottom lip nervously.

“is that the alcohol talking?” you nudged his side with your foot playfully.

“i’m not sure. it’s just kind of hard to explain how i feel about you, y/n…” he admits.

you pull your head up from your shoulder and bring your knees close to your chest. in all honesty, you’re unsure how to explain your feelings for you either.

“could you try?” you ask sheepishly.

“well–” he laughs nervously, fidgeting with his fingers. “even when i’m not with you, i’m still with you. i just feel like you’re always here. in the back of my mind. i’m always thinking about you.”

he looks up at you and you cover your face with the paws of your sweater, blushing. his words made you melt and you didn’t know how to feel. you wanted to take things slow, but everything in your body was telling you that you wanted to kiss him.

“even when i can’t kiss you, i’ll still wait to.” he whispers underneath his breath.

peaking through your fingers, you see him biting the tip of his finger. he’s not looking at you, but you want him to. you push yourself up on your knees and crawl towards him, lodging your body in between his legs.

out of instinct, he puts both of your hands locked on your hips. the touch of his skin against your body makes you shudder.

“what are you doing y/n…” he mumbles, looking up at you with stars in his eyes.

“i don’t think i can wait anymore, jisung. i need this. i need you.”

your face was eerily close to his, feeling his hot breath against your lips. if you weren’t so close to him, you wouldn’t have been able to see it quivering slightly.

taking the initiative, he closes the gap between you two, catching some smoke in between. the kiss was desperate, you could taste the bitter alcohol against his lips, his tongue. but you moved against him as if this wasn’t the first time.

lips perfectly locked in a bathroom stall.

as the two of you made out, you felt your eyes turn glossy. was it the smoke, or were you just really emotional? when he pulled away, you whimpered at the loss of heat. there was a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. he cupped your face gently, pecking your lips again.

“did you know that you’re my first kiss, sungie?”

his eyes blow wide and you giggle, caressing his cheek and pushing the hair out of his face.

“i’m your first kiss? but– but you’d had boyfriends before?” his mouth gaped slightly.

“i had boyfriends before, sure, but i don’t usually kiss people when i don’t know if i love them. i’ve always loved you, jisung.” you press your sweaty forehead against his.

“it’s good to know that i’m the only one who can cut you further.” he kisses you again, more fueled by love than desperation.

you smile sweetly against his lips. despite wanting to take things slow with him, you’re happy with the way things turned out. you figured that maybe things didn’t need to follow a plan as long as you loved one another.

“what is love besides two souls trying to heal eachother?”

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in flames [C.L.] | Chapter IV

Only one week left before off-season is finally over - don't know how you're feeling, but I'm ready to see what this years grid is bringing along (especially when the drama pre-season hit pretty hard). Let me know what you think of this chapter and if you want to be tagged in future chapters so you never miss out!

Have fun with this one, see you next week xx

story: in flames driver: Charles Leclerc [C.L.] trope: #haterstolovers summary: Always working three times as hard as everyone else, Emma does not intend to blow her chance of driving among the best of the best in her very first season in Formula 1. Concentrating on first and foremost getting ahead of her brother, she does not even notice that there are some people even in her own team who think she does not deserve this spot and would rather see her fail. And one driver in particular seems to have a need of always reminding her of that.

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My eyes are fixed on the screen in front of me. My hands are steady on the steering wheel, which almost feels like I'm sitting in a real car. The replica cockpit seat is a little more uncomfortable, but only because the actual sports seats are adapted to the driver's back and this one is just a makeshift one. I don't know what time it is or how long I've been driving virtual tracks in this simulator, but I'm starting to get hungry.

I usually love the days I get to spend at headquarters, but the last two weeks have been beyond strange. I don't seem to be on the same wavelength as my new team yet. Fernando has been the only buffer between us so far and hasn't provided a minute of silence.

I feel lost. Since my first days of training camp at Aston Martin, I've felt like I'm constantly having to cut myself back. It's like I've been transported back to my school days. Once or twice I've dreamed of that time - reliving exams I've completed years ago and either missed or failed.

I don't sleep well, but I'm still here every day at seven o'clock sharp in the morning to fit in a few extra training sessions in both the simulator and the gym before everyone else. Maybe I'm just not admitting to myself that it's easier if I arrive before anyone else is sitting at their desk that I need to talk to. The team seems committed, but I notice that everyone is looking at me a little skeptically. The same questions that have been floating around in the newspapers for weeks and months are open and unhindered on their faces, but I'm not actually being asked any questions.

Sometimes I miss the people from Formula 2. In every phone call with Enzo, in which he enquires about my well-being or simply wants to talk about his latest flirt, I notice how my tense shoulders slump and a laugh escapes me here and there. Then another couple of hours pass before I sneak off to the toilet on the third floor, the one that nobody ever uses because it's on the executive level, and gulp down my lunch while closing my eyes and listening to a podcast over and over again.

I tried to get along with everyone, I really did. But after they only exchanged the bare minimum of words with me in the first week, even though I was only trying to make conversation, my enthusiasm waned a little with each passing day. At some point in week two, I brought home-baked cake, which two days later stood hardened and not a bit poorer in the kitchen in the same place where I had initially placed it.

The first few tests in the simulator always ended the same way: Either with in a virtual pile of tires or so slowly that no further comment on my driving style came except an "Again." As soon as I wanted to sit down at a table in the kitchen, everyone suddenly had to get up or was at the end of their lunch break - the only one who regularly stayed seated or called me over was Fernando. But as he's already in meetings for this week's car launch, I have to endure the emotionless stares on my own.

I don't know why I can't find a rhythm. Neither in the car nor with the people around me. I wouldn't normally describe myself as shy. Especially next to Max, I'm often come across as a ray of sunshine – currently I'm feeling more like a never-ending rain cloud.

I take the last bend and step on the gas on the last straight. Then I look at my time. Faster than in the last few weeks but nowhere near Fernando's recent driving. I exhale. "The virtual setup still feels a bit strange in the right-hand bends," I say and look through the glass front to my left, behind which two colleagues are hiding who have been assigned to observation duty - probably involuntarily. All I get from both is a thumbs-up and a fake smile.

My hands find their way to the harness fasteners and free me. My legs move to stand next to the car as if of their own accord. I look towards the ceiling and blink away a few tears before making my way to my next stop. Physiotherapist here I come.

"I miss Enzo," I say after I unbuckle the training tower cables after the last repetition.

"I know, but Sarah's great. I promise," Leonardo replies as he massages my calves. Then again, massage would imply something pleasant - this is true hell. I let out a quick "ow" as he tries to massage a knot.

"I haven't met her yet, maybe I should change that. Do you happen to know when she's due to arrive?"

"Supposedly next week, but you can probably imagine that after her honeymoon she won't be too keen to be physically separated from her husband again." He bends my foot in every possible direction and at the same time tries to work my calf muscles from all sides down to the deepest layer.

"I hope she's more like you. There are already enough people here who don't like me."

Leonardo becomes quiet. I sense that he wants to say something but is holding back. I don't blame him. He has been working for Aston Martin for two years and always talks about how happy he was when he got the job offer. I don't blame him for sticking to his colleagues rather than me. But at least I can talk to him about how I'm feeling at the moment - and sometimes he even sheds some light on things.

The vibration of my cell phone snaps me out of my thoughts. I briefly consider just leaving it and answering it later, but suddenly messages come in every second and I can no longer hold back my curiosity. I stretch to my right and reach for my cell phone. Messages from Enzo.

Have you seen what Mr. Oh-so-perfect just posted?

Below screenshots of Charles Leclerc's Instagram Stories. I'm starting to laugh.

I thought he drives for Formula 1? Like, as a professional? Or is he scared now that Lewis will probably be the new number 1 and steal his spotlight? I quickly type back.

I think it's going to be good music. Have you watched his videos of him playing the piano? I think I fall in love with those hands every time.

Is it possible you can't get that guy from last week out of your head? When did you start stalking Mr. Annoying? Since when is Enzo that interested in the Ferrari driver? Have I missed something?

I'm not stalking. I'm observing. For you.

Thanks, but as long as he's not driving right in front of me on the track and pointing the red back end of his car in my face, I'm not really that interested in him.

Oh, come on! He's cute.

I always thought you had to have talent to be a musician. But nowadays it seems anyone can release new songs. Well, if he goes the way he's producing next season, I don't have much to worry about. I am thinking about that option for a second. A grid without Leclerc? That would be my dream.

You're impossible - you haven't even heard his songs.

No need, thanks :P

A smile creeps onto my lips.

"Is there a friend we don't know about?" Leonardo teases me. I reflexively lock the phone screen and throw my phone back into my bag.

"No, a good friend." I don't want to tell anyone that I'm still in contact with my previous race engineer. I'm still not sure who I can and can't trust here. "Leclerc has apparently released music."

Leonardo laughs. "He's probably trying to build up a second mainstay in case Lewis does become primary driver in 2025."

"You've heard about that too, haven't you? Awesome." I wonder how openly I can speak here, but then discard the idea because I've never been someone who doesn't completely overshare with anyone anyway. "I'm curious to see how his move to Ferrari will play out this season. And especially what it could mean for Fernando."

"Has he spoken to you about it?"

"With me? We've only known each other for what feels like two minutes, I hardly think he's going to reveal his plans to me. But to be honest, I would totally get it. I don't think Mercedes is as bad as everyone thinks."

A moment of silence. Leonardo takes a deep breath, and I almost don't notice that he starts to speak.

I continue bluntly: "On the other hand, where is Carlos going? I think it's a shame for him. So much work, so much ambition, he was the only one who could at least halfway hold a candle to my brother. But maybe Mercedes is going in a completely new direction? So many questions all buzzing around in my head and somehow I can't talk to anyone about it, so I'm sorry if I'm making you feel too tired."

"Why do you feel that way? That you can't talk to anyone, I mean."

"Difficult subject. But it's been on my mind for a while. Both the Lewis to Ferrari issue and the fact that I'm always being ignored here."

"Emma, can I ask you an honest question?" Leonardo stops massaging my thighs and I sit up. He's looked so tense since our session started - maybe I should suggest he books a massage with his physiotherapist.

"Are you planning to go to Mercedes?"

Silence. I know for a fact that my expression is slipping, and a furrow is forming between my eyebrows. My eyebrows rise as if of their own accord and a neutral "What?" slips past my lips.

"If Toto Wolff called you tomorrow and asked if you would consider driving for Mercedes next year - would you...would you at least think about it?" Now Leonardo looks me in the eye with a serious expression. I shake my head and laugh.

"As if they would ask me."

"Would you?" he asks again with emphasis.

"I guess that's what it comes down to. If my team doesn't want me here, and, no offense, that's the impression I'm getting right now, why wouldn't I move to a structure where they obviously want me?" I haven't thought about the question that much myself - simply because the announcement of Lewis Hamilton's move to Ferrari only became public a week ago and caused quite a stir. I can well imagine that there are some drivers who are keen on the Mercedes seat.

Leonardo thinks about his next words, I can see it on his face. "My question is whether this is simply a stepping stone for you."

My heart stops with this question. I shake my head vigorously. "Oh my God, no, never. I was... I was so happy when it was decided that I could be part of your team. I can learn so much from Fernando and I think it will be good for me to move outside my comfort zone. My previous team was with me for some time, so a breath of fresh air is never a bad thing. At least I think so. If I had hoped for a better deal...", I raise both my hands and bend my index and middle fingers to make quotation marks, "...I would only have had to wait another year. Red Bull kept ringing my doorbell, but I didn't want to be associated with Max all the time. That's why I'm here."

Leonardo exhales, visibly relieved. "Try to be patient with the others. Everyone's been a bit tense since Lewis' transfer was announced, especially with Fernando. Now, everyone is trying to assess you. Whether you take after your father or Max or..."

"...or whether I have my own quirks? I promise, I have them." Suddenly it all makes sense. If the team can't be sure if I'll even be here when they're building the car for next year, then it's only logical not to invest 100% of their energy in something that's already got one foot out the door.

I turn to him and hold out my wrists. He reaches behind him and then presses two tennis balls into my hand - coordination training. I exhale in annoyance.

"If you just be yourself during pre-season testing, everyone will realize that you're an asset to us. I promise." I smile. Then I think of the heat in Bahrain, the left and right turns and the feeling of sitting in our new car for the first time. The sizzling feeling in the air. The smiles, the people, the anticipation. That really weird feeling in my fingers, my breath patterns and my heartbeat, when the first few laps start to feel less overwhelming. This thought puts a smile on my face for the rest of the week that not even the lunch breaks in the women's toilet can wipe away.

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Tags: @cmleitora

#f1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #charles leclerc #slow burn #f1 imagine #haters to lovers

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“We can go out for dinner if you so wish. Just save me the discomfort of listening to that rant again, alright?”

tags: pet names, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, reader is pregnant, literally nothing happens in this, i guess that's the epitome of fluff idk, canon divergence: zhongli has mora

ao3 link | taglist | masterlist | next

i lowkey hate the trope that any woman who is pregnant should be immediately overjoyed to be pregnant so uh have this

also,,, celeste posting within 2 weeks of the last one???? who am i???

The house is warm when you get back. It's warm and comforting and the same way it’s always been. Nothing has changed, nothing at all. So why does everything suddenly feel so...different?

You shut the door behind you, trailing into the living room to dump your bag somewhere and collapse on the sofa. You’re so tired—your whole body feels heavy. Maybe it’s the weight of what you’ve been told. You should be happy, and you should be more excited, but you’re tired and nauseous and you just want to go to sleep.

“Is that you, my love?” Zhongli calls. You hear him descending the stairs, his steady and rhythmic steps reverberating around the house. He won’t be upset. It's all okay. It will be okay.

You call back to him with a weak yes, and his steps seem to speed up at the sound of your voice.

“Are you alright? How was the doctor’s appointment?” He asks, settling beside you on the sofa. He gently kisses your forehead, stroking your hair as he does.

“It was okay,” you say softly. “I’m fine.”

And that’s the truth. The doctor said you’re perfectly healthy. Nothing wrong with you at all.

“So, the nausea is…?” Zhongli presses. The doctor would have to be particularly stupid to tell you you were perfectly fine if you wanted to throw up every hour of the day, so the only other option is that you’re keeping something from him.

“Umm,” You start. You don’t understand why you’re so nervous.

“Umm? What an interesting ailment. Do tell me more.” Zhongli teases, attempting to lighten your mood. It doesn’t really work in the way he expected it to, and he resumes his more serious disposition. “What’s the matter, love?”

“I’m scared,” you say, tears pricking in your eyes. “What if I get it all wrong? What if I'm an absolutely useless mother, and our child never wants to see us again once they’re grown? What if—”

“One second, my love. Child?”

You shift yourself to look at Zhongli head on. “I’m pregnant, Zhongli.”

His face almost doesn’t change. Maybe it’s because he was already looking at you with eyes full of love, or maybe it’s because he’s holding his reaction back.

He doesn’t want you to see how excited he is because he doesn’t want to make you feel guilty for being scared. You are his priority. “Do you want to be pregnant?” He asks carefully.

Your eyes widen at the implication of his words. “Yes,” you reply. “I do, but—”

Zhongli smiles properly then, pulling you into a hug. “You’re going to be fine, my love. You need not worry about a thing. You are perfectly capable of being an amazing mother, and I’ll always do everything in my power to support you.”

“I’m scared,” you repeat against his chest.

“I know,” Zhongli replies. “I know.”

Once you got over your initial shock of being pregnant, you began to quite enjoy the extra attention your husband gave you—the extra back massages, the special teas he brewed for you, the fact he used every excuse to stay by your side and the stories he loved to tell your unborn child.

“She can’t hear you, you know that, right?” You chuckle, sliding your hands into Zhongli’s hair.

“She?” Zhongli asks.

“I just have a feeling.” You shrug. Zhongli laughs, happy to see you smile again. More than anything, he’s happy that you aren’t so stressed. Sometimes he can sense a little bit of fear creeping in–when the baby kicks, or when you go to another of your routine doctor’s appointments–but for the most part, you seem to be happy, and that’s all that matters to him.

“What are we going to name her then?” He smiles, kissing your stomach lightly.

“Oh, I don’t know. I was probably going to leave that up to you.” You’re not good with names, but you want something special and unique. The only names you had in mind were ones that had grown in popularity over the past few years, and whilst that means you have good taste, it also means the name won’t be original.

“Me?” Zhongli chuckles. “I’m not particularly up to date with names nowadays.”

“That’s exactly why I was leaving it to you.” You say. “I figured you’d come up with a pretty, original name that no one else will have.”

“That’s a valid point, but it will be a traditional Liyuean name.” Zhongli sighs. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would be nice for her to have a bit of your culture too.”

“That’s what middle names are for.” You chuckle. “Or we can just give her a double barrel name and call it a day.”

“It seems to me that you’re shirking your responsibilities.”

“Say that to me one more time and I will show you responsibility.” You huff, adjusting yourself in your seat and pushing his face away from your stomach. “I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?”

“Air, until you rediscover your manners.”

“Are you denying me, the woman who is growing your child—” Zhongli silences you with a swift kiss that leaves you breathless.

“We can go out for dinner if you so wish. Just save me the discomfort of listening to that rant again, hmm?”

You huff at him. “Archon brute.”

And even though Zhongli would like to pretend to be mad, he knows that you were already a handful without pregnancy hormones running rings around you, and lets it slide out of the goodness of his own heart.

“‘Archon brute’ who’s about to buy you dinner.” He hums, gently pulling you to your feet.

a/n winnie, if you're reading this please be quiet you know i am a woman of simple pleasures

#tswzhongliflufftober #i am exhausted so expect nothing from me for the next 3 business weeks #zhongli fluff #zhongli fanfic #zhongli x reader #zhongli flufftober #zhongli #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction

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☀️ My Moon 🌙 and My Stars ✨

Wanda x Fem!Reader x Natasha

Angst! Prepare yourself!

TW: Vormir, No “Happy” Ending/No potential Happy Part 2.

Very long 🤪; 8,516 Words

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Natasha and you'd first met when she first deflected to SHIELD, the attraction was instant, but the love at first sight trope doesn't exactly fit your story.

Instead, it was more a long, cautious tale of how one woman, taught another how to live a life worth living. Natasha was abrasive upon first meeting, but with your persistent kindness, and dopey smile, she'd slowly allowed you in; your closeness to Clint helped. Clint took a chance on her, the same way he'd done with you all those years ago, so it was almost your right of passage to help ease her into the world full of choices

Your incredibly close friendship bled into a relationship after a near death experience led to the confession of 'hidden' feelings.

Natasha had watched as aliens continued to flood the streets of New York, through this gaping hole in the atmosphere.

"I'm bringing the party your way." Tony had announced over the comms, then Natasha, in all her glory muttered:

"I don't see how that's a party."

You'd lightly chuckled alongside Clint, before you three shared a 'Don't you dare die on me' gaze. The one between you and the redhead had lasted just a twinge longer than either of yours with Clint, and he surely noticed.

Tony, Thor and Hulk had taken to higher ground, while you and Clint were fighting back to back, and Natasha and the Captain were stood off to your right fighting their own slurry of aliens.

"Shit..." You quietly groaned, as an aliens talons had cut through your suit, and etched some rather deep marks into your right hip.

Clint looked to you fearful but you'd somehow smiled his way, quickly easing his concerns, then he'd taken his leave to the skies via Tony's assistance.

"Detka."

There's that Russian word again, the one she uses exclusively for you, and that sends shivers down your spine, even without any understanding of what is being said...

"I'm going up, I better see that smiling face intact when I get back down here." She playfully asserts, but the residual fear in her eyes cracks at your heart.

You smiled widely, then winked her way as you playfully—regretfully—muttered:

"Softie."

She'd playfully rolled her eyes, then once you'd nodded in reassurance, she'd become airborne, as she set off to chase the God of Mischief through the skies.

The Captain ran off to assist civilians, after you'd insisted to him that you'd be okay on your own, your stubborn nature was truly always your greatest downfall. As soon as he'd left, you'd began to feel the effects of the blood loss, and you had no time to even tend to the wound before you were once again surrounded.

Clint's gaze had fortunately fallen to the ground, surveying the destruction, and that's when his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you surrounded by a group of aliens, with your hand clutching at your side as you slightly swayed.

He sheathed a wooden arrow to his bow, then shot off a metal one directly after, splintering the previous bow and successfully taking the lot of them out. Before you could even thank him through coms, another snuck up on you, and tackled you to the ground.

Clint immediately used a grappling hook to make his descent, then his tired legs sprinted his body directly towards yours. You were gasping for air, as this tank of a creature was practically crushing you, causing blood to flood out of the wound at an alarming rate, and you used the last of your strength to keep it's upper body from tearing you apart.

Your vision became rather spotty, while your body felt almost numb, and your hands tingled.

"Y/L/N! Stay with me! Don't you dare die on me! That's an order, remember that I'm your superior here" You'd vaguely heard Clint shouting, offering up only a grunt as he applied firm pressure to your abdomen.

"Shh... The pancakes are going to burn silly." You mumbled utter nonsense, before your eyes fluttered shut, and Clint's fears spiked at your complete lack of awareness.

"Natasha! How close are you to closing the portal?" He 'calmly asks'

"Just waiting on Stark's deference of the nuke, what's wrong?" She responds, immediately picking up on his urgency.

"We have an agent down, lots of blood lost, in a state of complete delirium before consciousness was lost as well." He vaguely relays, while he scrambles to find anything to fill your wound.

He pulls a trick arrow from his bag, snapping it open, and taking the expanding putty and shoving it into the long gashes that cover the right side of your abdomen.

"Cut the shit, I want complete transparency, what the fuck happened to her? She was fine when I left!" Natasha shouts into the coms, as her resolve instantly begins to crumble.

"Look, I think this happened when we were all still on the ground. I heard her groan, but she shrugged it off so easily that it felt like she'd maybe been punched. I should've known better though."

"Clint, so help me God, she better not die, or I swear I will—."

"Focus up! Clint's handling her, you handle the portal Romanoff, save the logistics for later." Tony grunts into the coms as he maneuvered the nuke through the portal, and Natasha reluctantly closes it.

As Hulk caught Iron Man's rapidly descending body, The Captain made his way to Clint, picked your limp body up, then ran with the utmost stamina until he'd gotten you to Dr. Helen Cho, who'd been waiting with a nervous Director Fury, and Agent Hill.

"What happened?" Hill questions the soldier, as he rushes by.

"What didn't?" The star spangled man deadpanned as he brought you to the cradle.

——

Natasha paced around the medical bay, while the annoying beeping sounds of a machine indicated to her that you were still alive. She cursed herself for not seeing through your front earlier, then she cursed your stubborn need to protect the world before yourself.

"The floor is going to disappear from beneath you if you don't slow down..." You croaked out, and Natasha froze in her spot before she catapulted her body across the room until her face hovered yours.

"Tupitsa." She groaned, as she leaned her forehead to yours, then she pulled back after a moment to bring a straw to your mouth.

(Dumbass)

"I still have no clue what you're saying, but I can definitely tell the other word is nicer." You joked, she lightly chuckled, but you also felt her tears fall to your face.

"Well, detka..." She whispers, before pausing.

"... I just want to know..." she continues, as she pulls back to stare down at you.

"...WHAT WAS IT THAT POSSESSED YOU TO NOT ANNOUNCE YOU WERE ON THE VERGE OF COLLAPSE TO ANY OF US? MORE SPECIFICALLY ME!" She shouts, as she paces the room once more.

"Tasha.."

"No! You can't do that, Y/N! You don't get to just make me fall in love with you, then go and die on me. I specifically said not to die!"

"Actually, you said you better return to my smiling face intact. Not a scratch, see?!." You quip, as you widely smile up at her, partially to soften her, but also to show you complied to the earlier order.

"Can you be serious, for just one fucking minute please? I-I—"

"Darling, come here please." You gently assert, and she moves back to the side of your bed.

"Sit me up please."

"But—."

Your soft glare had left absolutely no room for rebuttal, so she carefully sat your bed up, then you gently scooted over and patted the side of the bed. Now you're both face to face, and you can see just how scared you'd made her. You reach up to tuck her short curls behind her ear, then lower your hands to cup her face, and keep her gaze on you.

"I'm sorry Natty, I didn't mean to scare you... I thought I could handle it on my own, distracting everyone away from the fate of the state of NY felt a bit too selfish. I know now that I should've simply bowed out, but the idea of leaving you out in the field didn't sit right with me either."

Tears began to well up in her eyes, and you'd gently stroked her cheeks to wipe them away.

"I love you too Natasha—no, let me be completely transparent here—I'm in love with you too... The way you somehow managed to steal my heart is of no shock to me, because you're rather perfect to me Tasha. From this moment on, I promise to bow out if it becomes too much. I won't risk leaving you behind, but you have to promise me the exact same."

She surged forward in a silent answer, pressing her lips to yours in a passionate kiss. Her lips moved against yours with gentle passion, wanting to convey all her feelings, while being wary of your weakened state.

"I need to hear you say it Natty.." You murmur against her lips as you work to catch your breath.

"I promise to always come back to you too, moy prekrasnyy angel." She quickly whispers between pants before reconnecting your lips together, as you smile widely into it at her eagerness.

(My beautiful angel)

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Now that you're stood off to the side of her and Clint—while they bicker, you simply admire the purple, and orange hues in the sky, you decided that if this was to be the last sunset you'll ever get to see, then you'll be just fine.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Natasha suddenly questions in your direction, as you slowly inch closer to the cliffs edge.

"I was thinking I'd try my hand at cliff jumping, no parachute—Cap's style, and see if I could maybe fly. If not, saving the billions of people snapped away would suffice as well."

"Absolutely not, you're not doing this, get over here right this instance." She scolds you as if she's speaking to a child, while she simultaneously holds Clint's body against the ground, and begins to hogtie him.

You stride towards her with a guilty smile, before you are stood directly before her.

"Detka..." She whispers, her breaths fan across your face, and your cheeks are instantly wetted by the tears falling from your eyes.

"Tasha..." You whisper, as your voice cracks, and your face falls to the crook of her neck, and her arms move to grip you that much tighter.

"Let me do this, please." You choke out, and she pulls back to make sure you're looking at her when she speaks.

"No, detka, it needs to be me. My ledger is dripping, and I—."

"Absolutely not, you're not throwing yourself off of a cliff, for a ledger that's not only been forced upon you, but has also been something you've made up for tenfold."

"Y/N! I'm not adding you to the list of people who's blood ends up on my hands!"

"Then let me do it!" Clint shouts, while trying to get out of the multitude of ropes attached to his appendages.

"No!" You both shout in unison, and he groans in utter frustration, as you two return to your useless bickering.

"Oh Tasha... When I jump, it won't be your fault, it'll be that mad purple titans fault. Simply put Tash, it can't be you, the world just won't survive without you... You are the little girls of the worlds hero, you're definitely mine. You're Yelena's big sister, you're Auntie Nat, and Wanda's favorite person..."

"Wanda..." She breathily whispers, as she looks up to smile at you, and tears stream down her face once more.

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After the fight with Ultron, Natasha and Steve took the newcomers under their wings.

You'd hesitated to allow Wanda near her, after all the hell she'd put Nat's mind through, but you'd quickly dropped your reservations when you heard her heartbreaking sobs through her door one day.

Once you chose to forgive her for her mind games, you'd started incorporating her in plans outside of Avengers business, and within just a few months time you and Nat had both developed feelings for the young witch.

Natasha and your relationship was always based on complete transparency, as well as immense trust, so it wasn't long before you two had discussed the option of incorporating her into the established relationship.

"Hey Wands!!!" You enthusiastically greet the brunette, as you climb over the arm of the couch, and settle yourself into her lap.

"Um.. Uh.. Hello Y/N/N..." She nervously chuckles out, wildly blushing at your newfound close proximity.

"Natty and I were wondering..." You singsong, while twirling some of her hair around your fingers.

"If you'd possibly be interested in going on a date with us." Natasha matter of factly concludes, as she settled down besides the both of you, and throws her arm around her shoulder.

"Wait?! Like an actual date?" She gasps, and your smile widens.

"Yes, an actual date." Natasha laughs out, while you nod.

"Oh my gosh, of course!" She squeals, then in a display of excitement she grasps you by the cheeks and smashes her lips to yours.

"Woah, calm down there little witch... We haven't even taken you out to dinner yet." Natasha playfully chides from the side, as she watches the kiss in aroused amusement.

"I'm sorry." She mumbles, as she lets your face go, and you smile at her dreamily, then turn to Natasha with an even bigger smile.

"She said yes." You whisper in a daze, then jump into Nat's lap, and bury your face into her neck, while her chest vibrates beneath you as she laughs.

"Yes, detka, she did." She whispers back, as she places a kiss to your temple.

"Be ready at seven sharp, wear something nice." Natasha confidently states, as she rises from the couch with you in her arms, and leaves the dazed witch alone with her thoughts and feelings.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Yeah... Wanda, she won't survive losing you."

"Yeah, and what makes you think she'd survive losing you? God, Y/N, you just don't see how valuable you are, do you? From the moment I met you, I knew you were the selfless type, the one to throw her life on the line for something as minor as a cat's safety."

"That was one time Natty! That precious baby was about to be annihilated by one of Ultron's bots..." You whine in faux indignation, and she just smiles over your shoulder in pure adoration.

"Yeah, and Liho thanks you ever day when he vomits on only my side of the bed." She playfully grumbles.

"Sweetheart, I'd always admired your willingness to die for what you deemed was right. Then, when I fell in love with you over a decade ago, that same trait of yours had terrified me beyond belief. The world has mistreated you severely, and in turn you now don't see your value. Wanda would be devastated to lose you, as would I..."

Natasha's grip on your forearms tightens, then she abruptly pulls you into her, locking your lips to hers, in what was going to now be your final kiss...

"The world wasn't exactly kind to you either, and let's not lie to ourselves. Wanda's always loved you more Tasha, and that's okay, because I can't blame her. You're everything anyone could ever want..." You mumbled against her lips, then in an act of desperation, you placed a widows bite to her back, and swiped her legs out from under her.

Her desperate pleading nearly caused you to lose your edge, but then you refocus on the end goal of keeping her alive, and drown her out.

"That's why it has to be me Tasha, I can't lose you, and then face Wanda's obvious disappointment when you're not there besides me."

"No! Let it be me!" Clint shrieks, while thrashing around in an attempt to break free, but you just sadly smile down at the man you'd called a best friend for the over a decade, then took off without hesitation towards the cliffs edge.

Natasha—thanking her years of torture for training—was able to move through the pain and get to her feet. While slamming into a rock to knock the bite off of her, she had then fired an explosive arrow in your direction that threw you off course.

"You're wrong detka, you're actually Wanda's favorite person, trust me, she never shuts up about how great you are..."

Clint watched on helplessly, as his best friends literally fought over a damned fate. Tears rapidly streamed down his face as the both of you were now dangling over the cliff.

"Let me go..." Natasha whispers up at you, with a sad smile upon her face.

"No... Please..."

"It'll be okay.."

"No it won't! I will never forgive you for leaving us, please, let me do it.."

"That's just not fair detka... But it's a price I'm willing to pay, if it means you two get to live on. I love you with my whole heart detka, you'll be okay. Tell Lena and Wands I love them please..."

"You promised!" You shout in a final act of desperation, but her resolve never falters, as she stares up at you with an assuring smile.

"Detka, sometimes promises are destined to be broken... Take care of our girls..." She brokenly states, before kicking off the wall, and slipping from your grasp.

You curled into the side of the cliff, unable to face the reality of it all, as you dangled on the wire she'd attached you to, you were sobbing uncontrollably—practically gasping for air, until a bright light flashed and you were now in a body of water.

Clint was to your right, your hand was heavy and hot, so you'd opened it to see the stone. What was once a mission full of hope, was now tainted with the blood of your first love.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Y/N/N!!!!" Wanda shouts from the living area of your collective floor of the compound.

"Yes, my darling?" You'd shouted from the kitchen, where you were finishing up lunch for yourself and your girlfriends.

"We're dying..." She dramatically whines.

"You'll have food soon."

"No, we're fading fast without you in our arms... It's our day off, meant for takeout and cuddling, not cooking." Natasha adds.

"Forgive me for wanting to nourish my lovely girlfriends with food that doesn't come in a to go box." You chuckle out, while handing over the bowls of soup, and accompanying paninis.

"Thank you detka..." Nat coos, as she pouts her lips out for a kiss, that you deliver with a slight giggle.

"Yes! Thank you dorogoy!" Wanda shrieks, and you pull back to see her awaiting lips, pouting even more than Natasha's.

As you lean in, she uses her magic to place their bowls down on the table, and her hot hands then pull you down by your face into their tangled web of limbs.

"Ha!" Wanda shouts victoriously, as she closes your body in between theirs.

"And here I thought she was the spider." You remark with a silly smirk, wincing as Natasha's pinches at your hip, and then smiling again at the belly laugh erupting from Wanda's side.

"Ha-ha! Very funny, ty, malen'koye der'mo."

(You little shit).

You close your eyes for a brief moment, allowing their unique scents to calm your nervous system before stirring the pot any further.

"Cuddle time's over..." You grumble after less than a minute, but as you try to get up Wanda wraps you up in her red tendrils.

"Nuh-uh." She tuts, as she somehow buries her face further into your chest.

"My darlings... Let's all eat before it gets cold, then we can re-morph our bodies together after."

"You promise?" Wanda asks with a pout as she looks down at you.

"Well, I do need to wash the dishes, and do the laund—.”

"Detka, stop right there... That's a problem for tomorrow us..." Natasha groans, and Wanda nods in agreement.

"It could be, but you two are desperately afraid of bugs, and as we know, dirty dishes attracts cockroaches."

"Well, I have a simple solution." Wanda beams, as she snaps her fingers, and you hear dishes clinking around the kitchen, and watch clothes flying above your faces.

"Hmm.. Never knew I'd find myself in the Beauty and the Beast franchise, but I'm not unappreciative." You chuckle out, then place a thankful kiss to Wanda's cheek, then follow it with one to Nat's before she can complain.

You eventually convince them to untangle, then proceeded to eat in a peaceful silence, but then Natasha interrupts it with a question.

"Wait, who's the Beauty and who's the Beast?"

You smirk deviously as you drop your spoon into the empty bowl, as the answer is fresh in your mind, and on the tip of your tongue.

"Well, for obvious reasons, I'm the beauty. Wanda is definitely the beast, and you, ever the charmer, are Gaston." You quip, before jumping off the couch and making a run for it, laughing all the way to your room as the loves of your life chase you down.

The three of you fall into a jumbled mess of limbs once more, after they finally finished jabbing their boney fingers into your sides.

"I love you guys so much..." You coo, and tighten your grip around their waists.

"You two are my entire world." Natasha admits, as she places a kiss to your foreheads, then lays back down beside you.

"Lub you..." Wanda mumbles, and you giggle as you see her nearly passed out form cuddled into your side, and her hand wanders your body aimlessly until Nat links hers with it.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

You were aimlessly walking around the battlefield, slightly disoriented by the explosions, and completely unwilling to put up much of a fight as the aliens of your past were now stood before you. The lot of you were severely outnumbered, as the snap hadn't exactly proven fruitful, and the loss of your assassin weighed that much heavier on your chest.

The purple, crinkled grape faced creature had stared down at you with pity, as your grief was written all over your face.

"Oh child, I understand..."

A scoff falls passed your lips, but before you could release all your grief fueled anger on him, the coms had crackled and the field illuminated in orange.

"Get the hell away from her." Wanda seethes, as she throws an energy ball at him, and drops down before you.

Her hands roam your body in a quick inspection, then her eyes meet yours, and her body ignites in red tendrils once more as she holds the titan in a death grip.

"You've taken everything from us..."

"I don't even know who you are..."

"You will." She growls, as her head tilts, and she levitates in the air, along with debri.

The rest of the battle is a blur, as you "follow" Wanda around, but it ends in even more loss... You'd lost part of your forever, and a beautiful little girl lost her father...

—

Wanda and you returned to the cabin that you and Natasha had slowly built over the last five years for the lot of you. Wanda hadn't said a single word to you, she just allowed you to bring her here. The red irises, accompanied by tears, was a dead giveaway that she'd been inspecting your memories for whatever it is that took place in her absence.

You guided her to the couch, then proceeded to the kitchen to make her some tea, and brought it back to her.

"I-I just don't understand.."

"I don't either..." You try to sympathize with her.

"Why didn't you fight harder, huh? You let her die thinking that she was a monster.."

"What? No!! I-I fought, I fought so hard... She just won, like she always does.." You whimpered out, then curled in on yourself at the sound of the smashing glass, and the sight of Wanda throwing the mug besides your head.

"No! You're a total disgrace! Selfish as can be, you just let her die! Her blood is on your hands here Y/N, it never should've been on her! I-I can't even look at you right now." She shouted with so much hatred laced in her tone, successfully shattering the rest of what was left of your heart.

Her words ring in your mind as you drive away from the cabin, and head to the destroyed compound with a bottle of Nat's favorite vodka in your hands. She didn't have to say it outright for you to know that she meant it should've been you. A bitter chuckle passes your lips before you take a massive swig of the bottle down. Successfully numbing whatever was left of your heart.

"See Nat, I told you she loved you more." You mumble, as you make yourself comfortable in a pile of the rubble, and pass out for the night.

—

A week goes by before anyone “finds” you, and really, they didn't find you so much as see you at Tony's funeral. Your body tensed almost instantly at the lack of even a nod to Natasha, as if her sacrifice wasn't just as important. You'd stood in the back, trying to avoid being noticed, but the distraught witch encased you in a sea of red once she'd seen you leaving.

"Dorogoy, oh my gosh, I've been worried sick. You-you never came back after that horrible fight, where I said nothing of significance. I looked all over for you... I went to our lake, then to the destroyed compound, I called Clint, and Lena but they said they hadn't see you, and I was just so scared that I'd pushed you over the edge. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I'd lost you because of my misplaced anger. I-I really thought I'd lost you, and I can't lose anything else Y/N/N... Please come home. I love you so much..."

You swallowed thickly at her sudden switch, as it seemingly dawned on you that she just really doesn't want to be alone. It's not you that she really wants, but after a week alone, it's what she'll accept.

"It wasn't your fault dorogoy... I know that, it wasn't fair to blame you... You're hurting just the same and I threw it in your face in a fit of misplaced rage. Please, just come home..." She sobs out, while reaching her hands up to cup your face, and traces her calloused fingers across your cheeks.

You don't blame her for wanting a comfort person, and you certainly don't blame her for thinking it would be better had it been you. So, for the time being, you'll be her person.

"I-I'm here Wanda..." You choke out, she practically jumps into your arms, and you then carry her sobbing form towards your car.

That night you fall asleep with her clinging to your body, almost as if you'd disappear if she didn't. Which wasn't far from the truth, because after the week you've had, you know now that you have to do something drastic.

—

Once you'd woken up in the rubble with a shiver, you began to scramble through it, desperately searching for any piece of Nat possibly left behind. Your muscles ached, having never recovered from the day prior, but your grief fueled your ministrations.

Eventually your knees gave out, as a bloodcurdling scream tumbled passed your lips, and your chest constricted so tightly that breathing had become a problem. Strong arms wrapped around you tightly, lifting your weak body up off the rubble, and the smell of aftershave, and cedar wood filled your senses.

"Y/N, hey, I need you to breathe..." Steve desperately pleads.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away.."

The soldier—poorly—sings the song he'd always heard Natasha sing to you after a particularly hard day, and he sighs when he hears your breaths starting to regulate.

"Everyone's looking for you Y/N/N."

You'd looked up horrified, not having it in you to face the Sokovian that probably sent everyone out on this hunt.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell them where you are. Wanda called us in hysterics to tell us what happened, and we told her we'd find you, but we never said we'd deliver you."

You weakly smile at his proclamation, but it passes rather quickly, as you think of your reality.

"You can stay with me and Buck if need be..."

"It's okay." You croak out, then work to clear your throat.

An old bottle of water in your cupholder does the trick, before you compose yourself enough to allow Steve to leave you be.

"I have to find Yelena." You sigh out, and he just nods in understanding.

"Hey, Steve, when are we taking the stones back?" You quip, before he takes his leave.

"The day after Tony's funeral, Bruce is working on a miniature platform since the other's sort of out of commission."

"I'll do it."

"Is that really a good idea? I don't want you to experience anymore pain than necessary."

"Please... I-I need the closure."

He nodded reluctantly, then you left within the next second.

—

Yelena was completely distraught the moment you'd told her exactly what had happened. Her fists repeatedly smashed into your chest, something you more than allowed, until she was collapsing to the ground. You caught her, and gently lowered the both of you to the ground.

She clung to you like you were her lifeline, and for her—in that moment—you truly were; she sobbed for upwards of an hour before she had fallen asleep, curled up in your arms, with her head over your heart.

For the next three days, you'd taken complete care of her, as she just completely shut down. By the third day she'd pulled herself together as best she could, but her eyes told you that she wasn't going to be okay—not for a long time.

"Y/N, this wasn't your fault." She rasps out, and you sadly smile her way, as she'd clearly read your mind.

"No matter how many times anyone says that, I can't help but to think it's not true." You bitterly chuckle out, and she immediately pulls you down into her lap.

"My sister loved you with everything in her, I could see just how happy she was with you and Wanda. She made the choice to give us a chance at life, and I think it's best that we make the best of it."

"When did you get so wise?" You tiredly chuckle out, and she playfully smirks down at you.

"There were lessons in the blipped dome." She deadpans, and you just roll your eyes at her joke.

"I'm going to get a dog." She suddenly remarks into the silence, you hum in acknowledgment, before falling asleep in her arms this time.

—

Yelena and you held a tiny vigil for Nat before you parted ways, and you drove off to the farm.

Laura opened the door in shock, then within an instant her arms were wrenched around your body as she pulled you inside.

"Where have you been? We've been worried sick. Wanda has been on a rampage as she searches the entirety of NY for you."

"I had to find Lena, before news got to her via the press. Wanda's too consumed by unbridled rage for me to deal with, let alone to bring to Yelena, so I left. She said she couldn't look at me, so I made it so she doesn't have to."

"Oh, Y/N/N..."

"I'm so tired Laur."

She nods in understanding, before guiding you to the kitchen barstools, as she busies herself with making you some tea.

"When's the last time you ate?"

"I had some cashews this morning, and Yelena and I split a slice of cheesecake last night."

"I'm talking a meal Y/N." She states, as she scowls your way, and you drop your gaze.

"Nat and I shared a pizza and salad before the final mission." You lowly mumble, hoping she didn't hear you, but judging by the gasping, and pans crashing around you know she heard.

"Go upstairs, and please rest while I make dinner. I'll call you down when it's ready."

You hum in acknowledgment, before making your way up to the guest room. The sounds of quiet sobs reaches your ears, so you follow the sounds to find Lila crying into her dad's chest, while Clint sat there with a distant look in his eyes.

"Lila bear, is that you?"

She turns to face you, and your heart shatters at her red rimmed eyes, and equally reddened cheeks. She bolted from her dads embrace, and you opened your arms to welcome her into yours.

"My sweetest girl, it'll be okay, I promise." You coo, as your own tears start to fall, and you exit the room to take her to lay with you.

"I miss auntie Nat." She sobs into your chest

"Me too honey... Me too."

—

The light shaking of your shoulder pulled you from the restless slumber you'd fallen into.

"Hey, dinner's ready, and I made fettucine." Laura tenderly relays, as she pushes the hair from your face, and attempts to scoop Lila off of you, but it proves pointless as the girls hold on you is unrelenting.

"Thanks Laur, we'll be down in a moment."

You rub Lila's back, coaxing her out of her sleep with a gentle hum, and your mind becomes plagued with another crushed dream.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Natty, Wands, when are we going to finally retire?" You whine in question, as you throw a punch to the bag being held by Nat.

"Y/N/N, we're literally only in our early thirties." Natasha chuckles, and you groan at her logical approach.

"I want to start our lives together." You pout, and the two of them look at you with heart eyes that you failed to see as you land another set of punches to the bag.

"Is this, not us living together?" Nat taunts you, as she gestures around the gym, and you kick the bag a bit harder than necessary, and a smug smile takes place on your face as she lightly sways.

"You're a meanie, I change my mind... Wands!!!" You grumble, before moving to Wanda's already open arms.

"I for one am a fan of settling down, but maybe we Avenge for a few more years, while we have our dream house put together. Then we can get a dog that Liho can control, and then we can maybe have some babies..."

"Really?!" You ask with that childlike glee of yours that Wanda and Natasha had grown to absolutely adore.

Through all of your trauma, you'd still come out on the other side with a brightness within you, you were truly the compounds personal ray of sunshine.

You placed a chaste kiss to Wanda's lips, then began to dance around her, as you squealed with excitement.

"Hey! I'm suddenly feeling very left out over here." Natasha pipes up, as she takes long strides to get to her lovers, and wraps her arms around you from behind.

"Hands off, no touching the merchandise."

"This is my merchandise!" She groans, and you simply remove her arms from your waist.

"Detka... I just want to love you..." She pouts, and does grabby hands.

"I'm on the side of the future here, with my optimistic girlfriend."

"Detka's... Of course I'm in! Now please, come cuddle me."

Your smile widened, then you launched into her waiting arms—she caught you, then spun the both of you around in circles. Once your feet finally hit the ground, another body was tumbling into yours with a beaming smile.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Auntie Y/N/N... Please don't leave..." Lila murmurs, as she rubs the sleep from her eyes, and your focus drops to her pouting lip.

"Hey, don't you worry little one, I'm going to stay for a few days, and then we'll go to Tony's funeral together."

"I love you..."

"I love you too sweet girl, now, let's go eat. It's Auntie Nat's favorite dinner..."

"Wait! Mama made Fettucine?" She gasps, then jumps up to pull you down the stairs.

—

Your time spent with the Barton's was clarifying to say the least. Their love for you was strong, as was yours for them, but the missing piece was blindingly obvious, and that all but solidified your plans.

However, Wanda quite literally wouldn't remove herself from you all morning, and you were worried that she found out your plans. You hardly ever shut your mind off to her, so if she knew you had then she'd know something was up. Your only saving grace had been her sudden need to pee at 2AM, which afforded you just enough time to prepare your items for taking the stones back.

—

"Good morning moya lyubov'." Wanda rasps, your eyes are still closed, but you smile at the simple phrase, soaking up the softness of the moment.

"Good morning, darling."

"Do you really have to be the one who returns the stones? Why can't Steve or Bucky do it?" She whimpers out, as she slowly moves her body until she's directly atop of yours.

"Darling, it's a fast process. Like snap of the fingers, blink of an eye fast, no need to worry." You chuckle out, attempting to soothe her nerves, and not expose your own.

"I just prefer you here, safe and sound, while wrapped up in my arms..."

Her words are genuine—you know that, her loving you was never what you questioned... It's just, you know that she'll fare a hell of a lot better with the assassin by her side in opposition to you.

You fail to respond, opting instead to hum in response, as you traced lazy shapes into her exposed shoulder. She gingerly crawls upwards and places her lips to yours in an all but suffocating kiss. One thing lead to another and you were a sweaty, panting mess, and you realized that this was the perfect goodbye.

—

"3, 2, 1..." Bruce counts down, and within a flash you're traveling the bounds of space and time once again, as you respectfully return the stones to their rightful timelines.

Arriving to your final destination fills you with a sense of dread, but in the same turn it also brings along a wave of peace. Traveling up the mountain is as exhausting as the first time, but your steps feel astronomically heavier as your daunting fate draws nearer. Eventually you make it to the top, where Red Skull seemed more than prepared for your arrival.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N Daughter of Baron Wolfgang von Strucker, I see you've returned with the stone, and it appears a wager of sorts." He ominously states, and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Well, seems you're all well aware of my intentions then, so how about we get the show on the road."

"Allow me to consult with the powers that be."

You take his comment as your chance to set up, so you use the pym disc to expand your briefcase that you'd originally minimized to avoid suspicions, then you took Natasha's fully stocked quantum realm suit out for her. Within the briefcase was a slurry of love letters for the both of them, designed to get them through their worst days; the rings you'd intended to give them when everything was meant to work out, resided inside in the case as well, in their velvet boxes, snd lastly a burned DVD of memories you'd caught.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Y/N, I swear to God, if you don't put that camera down...." Natasha groans, as you shove your phone in her face to capture her makeup look up close before the party.

"What?"

"I'll have Wanda hold you down with her powers..."

"I'm failing to see the problem Natty.." You giggle out, as you pan the camera to catch Wanda as she exits the restroom.

"Always with that phone." Wanda playfully chides, as she makes her way over to peck your lips.

"They're called memories!" You shout, as you put the phone up—for now.

"Some of us prefer to live in the moment." Natasha remarks as she heads out the door with Wanda on her arm, leaving you behind with a pout.

"Dorogoy! Less pouting, and more following." Wanda shouts back, and you walk out of your room, grumbling to yourself.

Your girlfriends had made their way to the dance floor, tauntingly swaying their hips in an attempt to goad you, but you just made your way to the bar for a drink.

"Why the glum face Y/N/N?" Hill asks, as she places her cold hand on your bare back, and lightly rubs up and down.

"My girlfriends are big fat meanies, who don't like my camera recordings. I just want to capture moments between us, and they always brush me off."

"Word of advice—do it anyway sweetheart, because in the end, this job of ours comes with far too many risks." She suggests, placing a friendly kiss to your temple, before ushering off to find her own girlfriend.

*Dorogoy, come dance with us...*

*No, you guys can dance with yourselves*

You try to walk away from the bar and towards the couches, but suddenly your body's being yanked across the room.

"We're sorry detka..."

"No, I-I just want proof of our love and all I get is grumbles."

"Not anymore detka, record whenever you want, just not on missions, or in the bedroom, unless expressly stated otherwise..."

"Really?"

"Yes, really..."

You lean forward and press your lips to hers in a gentle kiss, and she holds you to her by your neck.

Wanda clears a section of the dance floor, then places her phone up on a counter, and presses record.

"Pardon the interruption, but may we have this dance?" Wanda coos, with a tap to your shoulder, and an extended hand.

She swiftly spins you into her body, until your fronts are flushed against one another, and your smiling like an idiot. Then she sways you around to the slow song, while Natasha watches on with a loving gaze. Wanda spins the two of you around, then grabs your hand to spin you in circles, until she spins you out. Natasha wraps her arms around your waist, as she catches you from the spin out. Then she lifts you up, and you knowingly wrap your legs around her waist, she quickly connects her lips to yours in a firm kiss, and slowly dips you while deepening the kiss.

Wanda sways her hips for a moment while finishing off her cocktail, as she watches the keepers of her heart making out. Deciding that she no longer wanted to be an onlooker, she ran and gently jumped onto Nat's back, and the spy, distracted by the feel of your lips, had lost her footing and the three of you tumbled down.

Natasha huffed, you groaned, and Wanda gasped, but within an instant both women were doting over you.

"Oh my gosh, dorogoy, are you okay?"

"Detka, does anything hurt?"

You blink rapidly, trying to bring yourself back to the moment, before you break out into a belly laugh.

"Oh my gosh, please tell me one of you got that on camera." You get out, through the burning feeling brought on by your deep laughter.

"Oh, thank God." Natasha sighs, as she pulls herself up off of you, then yanks you up.

"Guys, I'm an Avenger... Hitting the dance floor wouldn't even rank on most painful experiences." You playfully remark, as you straighten your suit out, and smile there way.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Since you've brought back the stone, it seems the powers that be are more than willing to make this exchange of your soul for hers. However, this one is rather binding, there will be no taking it back, so be sure that this is what you want to do."

You nod at his announcement, and he walks away to give you time to ponder what move to make next. You sigh exaggeratedly, then sit yourself down on the cliff's edge, and use your phone to make a final video.

"I tried Natty, I really did... It just had to be this way, I hope you can understand... Everyone was drowning without you, I could see it in their eyes, you always doubted your place in this world, but I always knew how important you were."

Your breathing had become rather choppy, as you try to sing a song for them...

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away"

"You guys always said I was your sun, but Nat, you were my moon, and Wanda, you were my stars. Illuminating my life, even on the darkest of days, and I'll forever be indebted to the both of you. Be happy, please consider retiring, and live out our wildest of dreams for me." You murmur, as you continue to sing the song, the part that Nat never had to sing.

"The other night dear, as I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you in my arms

When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried"

"Ya lyublyu tebya." You say, as you wipe at your tears, and end the video, giving them your best smile in exit, and placing the phone into the briefcase.

(I love you)

—

"3, 2, 1..." Bruce murmurs, as he pushes the switches to bring you back.

Steve and Bucky are physically holding Wanda up, as her legs had given out on her the moment you were out of her sight, and now all eyes were on the platform.

It was all so fast for Natasha, she'd found herself back at the top of the cliff, but you and Clint were gone, and a briefcase awaited her. She vividly remembers the fall, but chooses to accept this twist of fate, as she quickly grabs the case and beams herself back.

You missed your return time, and Wanda's eyes began to widen in panic, and then a massive flash of light illuminates the platform. Everyone froze at the sight of the redheaded assassin, and at first she'd thought she was invisible.

Her eyes scoped the field, disappointment flooding her at the lack of a welcome party, but then her eyes fall on Wanda. The wide smile on her face was gone within a millisecond when she didn't see you near Wanda, and when she saw Wanda's broken expression. It wasn't a bittersweet expression of getting a lost lover back—no, it was the same expression that she saw on you when she forced you to let go.

"No..." She dejectedly whispers, as the briefcase falls from her hand.

"Wh-What did you guys do?" She seethes within the next instant, as she barrels into Steve.

"She wanted to return the stones, said she needed the closure..." He chokes out in a whisper, and his grip on Wanda falters, causing her body to crumple into a heap on the floor, as she begins to disassociate.

"This is your fault!" Bucky shouts, as he points his hand towards Wanda, who simply whimpers at the accusation, and Natasha glares his way.

"What are you even insinuating Barnes?!" She venomously questions the man, as her rage turns from Steve to him in a flash.

While the lot of them were bickering, Wanda's ears pickup the sounds of your voice. Startling everyone, she launches the briefcase across the field and straight into her hands. She rips it open, and her lip trembles at the sight of the spilled contents. The velvet ring boxes being the most eye catching, followed by the emboldened note taped to the top of the case.

"Don't Blame Yourselves!!! I made a calculated decision based on multiple factors!!! Wanda, sweetheart, this isn't on you! I know you loved me wholeheartedly..."

Natasha immediately tunes in to the sound of your voice, forgoing the fighting, and dropping instantaneously to her knees beside Wanda.

Natasha's head was spinning, she jumped! Thought that she beat you at the twisted sacrificial shit, but in the end you still did it... You always did have to be the one to get the last word in. Then she has to hear that almost everyone that she trusted didn't even try to make you feel like you were good enough.

The men eventually dispersed, allowing the women time alone with their feelings.

"I-I, this is all my —."

"No, don't... She was always going to do this Wands... Our girl never was one for letting us protect her, always the knight, never the damsel." Natasha solemnly states, as she takes hold of her hand, and tightly squeezes.

"What now?" Wanda asks, barely above a whisper, as she tried to choke back her sobs.

"We go home, we live the life she always dreamed for us. I'm not sure what it looks like without her, but we have to make it worth it..."

"I really wish we would've retired when she asked all those years ago. I just don't see a home without her there, filling it with her stupid jokes, and perfect laughter." Wanda bitterly chuckles out, as she finally looks up at her remaining lover, and wipes away at her tear ridden cheeks.

"Yeah, I know, but we have to try for Y/N..."

"For Y/N..." She meekly agrees, then stands up as Natasha helps her to her feet.

Natasha picked the phone, and boxes up from the ground, handing Wanda her box engraved with the W.

"Ya lyublyu tebya... I really hope you two would've said yes, I'll love you in any plane of existence, I'll see you in the afterlife my darlings..."

"Of course I would've, tapista..." Natasha laughs out through her tears, as she slips the ring onto her finger, and holds it up against the sun to marvel at the emerald green gem, while smiling widely, much like your frozen frame on the phone is.

"I'd probably have said yes in any universe..." Wanda agrees, slipping the crimson red ruby upon her finger, then she takes her hand to link it with Natasha's, and pull her into a desperate hug.

The women share a bittersweet kiss, as they prepare themselves for the journey "home."

—

You were their light, now they had to learn to navigate through the dulled world without your guidance.

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I have such mixed feelings over the finale. Until like the last 10min I thought it was an okay episode. I should be happy nobody died but I'm still pretty angry over the Eddie thing, like it could have been so interesting if he started exploring the idea he isn't straight, be it gay/bi/demisexual. I'm ridiculously annoyed at some of the things implied by interviews and BTS photos like that buddie sticker thing. I'm frustrated that the couch thing was built up only for him to repeat the same behavior. It just felt those last 10min was so rushed. If I watch next season it won't be live. And maybe next year I'll attempt to avoid all BTS and interviews. I'm just frustrated and tired. I'm tired of romance tropes being used on two male characters only to be told we are silly for seeing a ship there.

As terrible as it sounds, and I apologize for voicing this, a character dying would have made so much more impact than what we've seen here.

In Chicago Fire S8, I bawled my eyes out when Otis died, I was heartbroken, I cried with Cruz, but it led somewhere, the tragedy made for a beautiful episode and set the tone for the rest of the season.

This repetitive writing we're getting in 911 is an insult to storytelling and writers everywhere, I am not even talking about the cast that being un-utilized of all that talent going to waste in favor of smashing another LAFD property.

They could have saved the expense and just tell a good story.

Forget buddie. As disappointing as it is, the issue is not even buddie. It's the smashing of some unfinished thoughts together and put them on screen without proper editing.

They could and should have done better.

The actors deserved better, the audience deserved better, this entire og series that started so promising starting in s1, deserved better.

As for buddie, I said it before and I'll say it again, if they were a man and a woman, or even two women they would be planning a wedding together or a baby by now. (See bi-Maya from station 19, see Callie who was originally married to George from Grey's anatomy, so many other examples.)

There is some blockage or denial when it comes to the existence of Bi-men, it doesn't compute to showrunners for some reason.

I don't get it, I don't like it and that all I'm going to say about it.

Speaking as a straight woman who was surrounded by gay and bi and straight men my entire life, and who thirsts after Ryan for years now, there is nothing straight about those guys' interaction, and forcing anything else 6 seasons in is nothing short of cowardice and absurd.

So yeah, I'll peek in for Ryan every now and again, but that's it, I've lost interest.

Sending multiple hugs 💜💜

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I'm super new to this blog, so would you mind giving a brief explanation for the LIs personalities? Doesn't have to be super long or anything!! I'm just rlly intrigued but don't know who my favorite should be :3

I don't mind giving an explanation at all! These turned out way longer then I meant to and I'm sorry, there was kinda a lot. I tried keeping them kind of short but ended up getting carried away.

Old! Minato: Minato is probably the least yandere out of everyone. He's protective of the mc but more so in a way of "I want to frequently check up on them and make sure that they're okay because I care about them." He's protective of his friends and even more so if he has a crush on them. He doesn't have any relationship experience so he's kinda awkward and most likely won't realize he has a crush for a bit. And due to circumstances that happen in the beginning, he's even more protective of the mc, he doesn't like violence much and is most likely to be kind and civil with the LI's but isn't against intimidating other if he deems them a threat to MC. But anyways, he's a super soft and gentle LI, I love the gentle giant trope.

New! Minato: Minato borders on the line of being yandere, but I'd say that he isn't. Much like before he's very protective, just in general, as he loves looking out for and protecting others. He's a bit clingy, so expect him to stay by your side often. He's hasn't really connected to anyone else as he has with you, despite being well known for being kind and helpful, he doesn't have many close friends. He has more relationship experience now, but things ended due to the distance, but he's more aware when he's romantically interested in others! Much like before, he's not a huge fan of violence, but isn't against using his tall stature to intimidate others, though he'd never actually hurt anyone, he'd never forgive himself. He's still the most likely to try to get along with the other Li's, I feel like him and Aki would get along great!

Haruto: Haruto is the Mc's childhood friend that has made sure to stick by Mc's side all these years. He knows the Mc best and can basically read the mc's moods, wants and behaviors. He's extremely gentle around the mc. He's made sure to have every class and lunch with you, in the beginning of the mc's work life he would get the same jobs, if you had to move, he's begging his mom to move close to you and even as adults he lives close to you. He doesn't like other people, he doesn't care for them and is extremely skeptical of others who get close to the mc, even his younger brother. He's tried to let you make decisions on your own but he just doesn't trust others so he'll try to frame them for something bad just so you'll drop him. He's extremely loyal though, he's stuck by you and has liked you for so many years. He doesn't like getting violent, but he doesn't need to, he has a high IQ and connections with people.

Jun: Jun is overwhelming. She's extremely clingy, loud, and more. The mc met Jun through Jun's older sister, Aki. Aki and the mc are best friends(One that Haruto is okay(?) with) And while Jun has never been that important to mc, mc has been on Jun's mind for YEARS! Whenever mc would go over for a sleepover, Jun would find any way possible to see mc, like asking if they want snacks and then bringing them up again and then "accidentally" forgetting drinks so he'd have to get them and come back up again. Or whenever Aki needed to use the restroom, Jun would come in to keep the Mc company. Or at any birthday party or big event, Jun would always invite Mc. Over the years Jun has become more outgoing. Honestly, she's kind of tired of the Mc not getting the hints, even if the mc doesn't like him back at least recognize her feelings! She's also not very involved in the Mc's life until recently so she doesn't know much about your friends or anything like that, but whenever she'd around she isolates you in order to have as much of your time as possible.

Hoshi: In the beginning, Hoshi is one of your awful co-workers. He constantly pulls pranks on you, frames you for stuff that happens, and pushes all of his work on you. The only reason he can get away with that stuff is because his dad runs the restaurant that Habiki, you, and him all work at. He's rude, vulgar, loud, and you absolutely hate him. He doesn't care about anything, he has no goals in life and he's never had to try much for anything. He doesn't actually mind where he works, but there's just other stuff that's more fun. Yandere wise, he's probably another isolator but I mean he definitely isn't against using violence, he might even use violence just cause he's bored. He does have his own insecurities and soft side though, but you'll have to get through his brattiness behavior.

Habiki: Habiki is another one of your awful co-workers and is the older twin brother of Hoshi. He was also guarantied a job at his dad's restaurant so he's also uncaring and doesn't try hard. He doesn't prank you, he doesn't frame you exactly(He'll just go along with what Hoshi says even if he knows Hoshi was the one that did it, but he doesn't ever start it himself), he does push all his work onto you though, he also degrades you whenever he can. He's only slightly more tolerable then Hoshi. Unlike Hoshi, Habiki DOES mind where he works. He despises working at his dad's restaurant and has some pent up anger and resentment towards his dad because he feels trapped and forced to work there. Habiki has his own dreams and ambitions. Yandere wise, I can see him not really caring about others at first! He doesn't really deem others as a threat because his own ego is so high, why wouldn't you choose him? I think he'd also just isolate you, possibly through kidnapping, but he's down to ruin both others social lives so you'll leave them, or yours so that way everyone will leave you and he gets to act like the good guy who's stayed by your side.

Kage: Kage is Haruto's younger brother and has met you through Haruto. Haruto often tries to keep you guys from meeting though. Still, Kage is interested in you. He's seen how Haruto loses his composure because of you and he's interested to know what is so special about you. He's been stalking you for years, and although he still doesn't get it completely, they have fallen for you too. The more they watched you and saw how you interacted with others and seeing all your flaws and things you're good at. He just loves how human you are. He's tried watching others to get his mind off of you, but none of them excite them as much as you do, which is the main part he doesn't understand. He's purposefully gotten the same jobs as you(much to Haruto's disappointment) which has made it easier to observe you. Of course, he's much too nervous to have an ACTUAL conversation with you, but if you wanted to start it then maybe he could try his hardest to keep it going. Yandere wise, he mostly stalks but would also try to kidnap you. Except he's also extremely weak, you could tap him and he'd go flying idk. Much like his brother though, he has a high IQ and could come up with plans to make his life easier.

Kei: Kei has known you since high school and has had his eyes on you since. You two were paired up for a group project and you were one of the first partners he's ever had that did the work as well! Since then he often paired up with you and you were fine with it because you knew that you both did the work. He didn't have a lot of confidence back in high school and while he still struggles, he's definitely gotten better with talking to others at least. When you meet him again, he talks to you and gets to know you(He already knows everything about you) He found you years ago and has been keeping tabs on you. He knows all about everyone you've had interactions with. Knows Haruto has isolated you for years and how long you've known him and how comfortable you are with him. Knows how long you've known Jun and Kage. Knows what happened on the night you met Minato. He knows everything about the people you thought you might've known. He's going to prove he's more useful and reliable then Haruto. He's waited so patiently for the perfect moment to see you again, he doesn't want to ruin the chances that he worked hard in the shadows to get. His main rival is Haruto, but he has stuff over Haruto, like being top of his class for YEARS. He does stalk you and maybe kidnaps you in a few routes but mainly he's helpful to you.

Yani: Yani is Yani. He's definitely an I'll be whatever you want me to be, but Yani has his own likes and interests. If anything, it just kinda adds your preferences onto itself. Like a certain music genre, he'll add it to his own. He does that with pretty much everything. If there's a certain aesthetic you like he'll add it around his house or to his outfits or incorporate it into his routine, his oh so busy routine of stalking you. He has no chill. You thought Jun was overwhelming? Wait till you meet Yani. It's Jun tenfold. Out of everyone, Yani has the most yandere tendencies. Stalking? Check! Isolating? Check! Murdering? Check! Despite that though, she waits a bit in order to make her move. When you do finally meet them though? They're telling you to name them, dress them, turn them into someone you'll like more. Isn't just a clown, nah, he's the entire circus. They're so goofy. They would absolutely love to go every you go, they already do. There's a lot more to Yani that I'm struggling to get into without reaching spoiler territory so Yani will have to be cut short.

All: I personally don't like yandere stories where the yandere hurts the mc so no one here does that(maybe in like a really bad end but I'm still unsure about that just cause as I mentioned, I don't really like yandere stories where the yandere hurts the mc). Another thing as well is that I have seen people talk about how yandere's are at least dubious consent and while the relationship in this story aren't healthy at all and I'm not gonna say it's like 100% consensual(I mean they kidnap you) but they NEVER EVER touch you inappropriately without consent, MULTIPLE times throughout spicey moments they WILL ask if you're okay and if you still want to do it with them. If they're stalking you and you end up changing or anything that involves you to show skin they are going to look away in order to respect your privacy. Each route has AT LEAST three endings bad ends, neutral end(s?), and good end(s?). The bad and neutral ends is where you're going to see most of the heavy yandere aspects but they'll be there throughout the entire game.

Some of this is up to change, like yandere wise. I feel I often make my character's too soft and while they are soft I want them to be more extreme then my other characters so I might amp it up but it'll probably be better in the actual game anyways

#visual novel #💝-minevn #yandere vn #yandere boy #oc #yandere #🍽️-hoshi #🎀-jun #🎤-asks #🐠-Minato #📙-Haruto #🎻-Habiki #👤-Kage #💻-Kei #💕-Yani

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