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lousypotatoes · 1 month

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And I'm Ready For Love

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All Alone - Al Jolson

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

90 years ago...

The flower shop had mostly been today, only a few customers coming in.

All throughout the day, Y/N waited patiently for Alastor to show up. Alastor never showed up at a specific time, he just showed up a random time.

As the shop was ten minutes away from closing, Y/N was starting to feel sad. Since they met at her shop, he hadn't missed a single day.

"Maybe he's just busy," Y/N muttered to herself. "I'll see him tonight, so it's fine."

As she started to close up the shop, her heart began to pound rapidly, despite the date not being three hours away.

She started walking home as fast as she could, wanting to get home and get ready. She already had her outfit picked out and she had an idea of how she wanted to do her makeup and her hair, but she knew that she was going to make some changes.

Y/N got home and immediately went into her bedroom, after giving Honey a quick pet, of course.

She got rid of her work clothes and put on her dress, admiring the way the dress hugged tightly around her body and showing off her curves. She picked out this dress because it was red, and she knew that red was Alastor's favorite color.

Moving on to her makeup, she started applying her blush when she noticed her hands were trembling. Y/N didn't realize how nervous she was until now. Taking deep breaths, she attempted to calm herself down. When she did, she finished applying her blush and moved on to her mascara.

Looking at the clock on the wall, her eyes widened, seeing she only had forty-five minutes left to get ready.

'How did the time go by that fast?' Y/N thought, grabbing her curling iron.

As fast as she could, she curled her H/C hair, concentrating hard not to burn her fingers.

At last, Y/N finished getting ready, with five minutes left to spare. Going out in the living room, she put on her gloves and her heels and waited patiently in the living room.

As she waited, she got to thinking. It had been a while since Y/N had been on a real date. The only dates she had been on were with targets, who people had hired her to kill. And obviously, Y/N wasn't going to kill Alastor. She really hoped that it would go well.

A knock at the door and the sound of Honey barking interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh dear," she muttered, getting up from the couch, walking over to answer the door.

"Alastor!" she said, opening the door. "You've arrived right on time!"

"Well, it would of be impolite of me to show up late," Alastor said, handing Y/N a bouquet of Daisies. "These are for you, my dear."

A genuine smile placed itself on Y/N's lips. Alastor quite liked the sight of it.

"Oh, you remembered," she said in awe. "Thank you so much, Alastor."

"There's no need to thank me," Alastor waved off. "I knew you would like them."

"Oh, where are my manners," Y/N said, stepping aside. "Please, come in while I find a vase for these flowers."

"Thank you, dear,"

Alastor stepped inside, admiring the her house while Y/N looked for a vase.

Looking around, Alastor's eyes landed on Honey, who was staring at him, growling.

"Oh, who is this little creature?" Alastor asked.

"That's Honey," Y/N said, finally finding a vase. "She's friendly. Feel free to pet her if you want."

Alastor sat down on her couch, Honey immediately dropped the 'tough guy' act and crawled onto his lap.

"You're a charming little thing, aren't you?" Alastor cooed, scratching Honey behind the ears.

Y/N smiled at the interaction, as she put the flowers and some water in the vase. "I've had her since she was a pup," she explained. "She'll be turnin' eleven in a few weeks."

"Eleven years old?" Alastor said, surprised. "She doesn't have a single gray hair on her body."

"I get that response all the time," she giggled. "Ready to hit the road, Al?"

"If you are, then yes," Alastor said, removing Honey from his lap.

"Goodbye, my love," Y/N cooed, patting Honey on the head. "I'll be home later tonight.

Alastor grinned, seeing how much you she adored and loved her dog. While he was looking, his eyes began to wander, not in a sexual way, but in 'oh my goodness she looks so gorgeous,' way. The way the light of the room made the dress look even more beautiful.

"Beautiful," Alastor muttered.

"What was that?"

"I forgot to mention," Alastor cleared his throat. "You look positively radiant, my dear."

Y/N hoped that the darkness of the night sky would hide her blush. "Thank you, Alastor. You don't look that bad yourself."

"The means the world coming from you dear," he chuckled.

"Where exactly are you takin' me?" Y/N asked, curiously.

"Well, since I invited for a drink," he said. "It's only natural that I'm taking you to a bar."

Y/N blushed, feeling embarrassed for asking such a stupid question. "I apologize for askin' such a simple question," she laughed awkwardly.

"There's no need to apologize, dear," Alastor said, smiling. "I found it quite adorable, actually."

"You sure do have a way with words, don't you?" she rolled in her eyes in a playful way.

"That depends," he said. "Is it working?"

"Maybe,"

Alastor grinned at the two of them flirting.

"We should be arriving in a few minutes," Alastor said, looking at his watch. "I hope it hasn't been too much of a walk for you."

"I've walked around New Orleans more time than I can count," Y/N frowned, crossing her arms. "I reckon I'll be fine."

"I didn't mean any offense," Alastor said at once, seeing the frown on her face. "I just wasn't certain if you were used to walking or not, my apologies for any misunderstanding."

"It's fine, Al," she said. "At least you had the decency to apologize. Most men just think I'm a delicate little flower."

"Any sensible man would be daft to perceive you in that way, my dear," he said as the two of them approached the bar. "We're here by the way."

"Really?" Y/N gasped in fake surprise. "I didn't know that."

Alastor smirked. "Just making sure your eyes are in working condition, dear"

"I reckon my eyesight is better than yours," she laughed as they headed into the bar.

Looking around the place, Y/N saw that it just looked like a regular bar, just a little bit cleaner than the ones she as so used to. There were people drinking, dancing, and socializing with their friends or dates.

"You come here often?" Y/N asked as they walked over to the bar.

"As often as I can," Alastor said. "A very good friend of mine actually owns the place."

"What can I fetch for you, ma'am?" the bartender asked, wiping down the bar surface.

"Just a spot of whiskey would be nice, thank you kindly."

"And for you, sir?" the bartender asked Alastor.

"I'll have what she's having."

"Coming right up,"

"I didn't know you drank whiskey," he said as the bartender began pouring the drink.

"Ah, well," Y/N said as the bartender gave them their drinks. "I am full of mysteries."

"And I look forward to uncovering each one," he said as he sipped on his whiskey. Y/N almost choked on her drink.

Just as Alastor was about to pay, a voice distracted him.

"Alastor! I can't believe you didn't say hi to little ol' me!"

Looking over Alastor's shoulder, Y/N saw a short, blonde, and plump woman wearing a flapper dress walking towards them.

"Mimzy!" Alastor exclaimed. "I didn't know you'd be working this evening!"

"Yeah well, some bitch decided to quit, so now I'm stuck takin' over her shift," she said, eyes landing on Y/N. "Oooooh, is this Y/N?"

Alastor immediately felt his face flush, forgetting that he talked a lot of Y/N to Mimzy. He cleared his throat. "Yes indeed!" he said. "Y/N this here's Mimzy, the close friend I was just telling you about."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mimzy," Y/N said, offering her hand for Mimzy to shake.

"The pleasure's all mine, doll," Mimzy said, eagerly shaking Y/N's hand. "Any pal of Alastor's is a friend of mine!"

Y/N looked up at Alastor with a smug grin knowing that he talked about to her Mimzy. She was sure gonna tease him about it later.

"You didn't tell me she was so fetchin', Al," Mimzy said, nudging Alastor in the ribs. "Where have you been hidin', sweetie?"

"In my floral shop," Y/N laughed awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. Since Mimzy was one of Alastor's close friends, she wanted to make a good first impression on her but didn't know.

"Alastor's always praisin' you, ya know?" Mimzy said, making Y/N blush, glancing up at Alastor again, she saw he was also blushing "Talkin' 'bout your shop, your wit, your looks-"

"I think that's enough, Mimzy," Alastor said suddenly. "Now if you'll excuse us, Y/N and I would like to carry on with our evening."

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was talkin' too much," Mimzy waved off. "I've got some business to attend to anywho. The drinks are on the house for you two the rest of the night." she said, walking off.

"Sorry about her," Alastor grumbled. "She can be a tad overwhelming at times."

"No need for apologies," Y/N giggled. "I quite liked talking to her.

Alastor's frown turned into a grin. "Well, I'm glad! I was hoping you two would hit it off!"

"So," Y/N said, sipping on her whiskey. "Exactly how much do you talk about me, Al?"

Alastor choked on his drink. "You-You heard that?"

"It was kind of hard not to hear,"

"This is quite embarrassing," Alastor said, flustered, pulling on the collar of his shirt while Y/N giggled. "Care to dance?"

"Why of course,"

There were fifteen minutes left until the bar closed. Almost everyone else had gone home, but not Y/N and Al. In those five hours they were there, they had rotated between drinking at the bar and dancing on the dance floor.

The two of them were currently sitting on a couch by the dance floor.

"How are you not drunk?" Y/N asked, taking a drag off her cigarette. "You've knocked back at least five shots of whiskey."

"I've got quite the alcohol tolerance," Alastor said, blowing out some smoke. "What about you, dear? You've downed just as much whiskey as I have."

"Same as you," Y/N said, putting out her cigarette. "But I reckon my tolerance might just be higher than yours."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe,"

"Ah, perhaps another time, seeing as the bar is about to close," he said, also putting out his cigarette. "Care for one last dance?" he said, offering his hand for her to take.

"Why not?" Y/N said, taking his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor.

As soon as they started dancing, the previous song ended and Singin' In The Rain started playing.

"What a stroke of luck!" Alastor said as the two of them swayed. "Your favorite tune is playing!"

"Looks like luck's on my side then," Isabell giggled, letting Alastor dip her. "Thanks for takin' me out tonight, Al. I'm havin' a real good time."

"I'm enjoying myself too, dear," he smiled. "If anything, I should be thanking you for accepting my invitation."

The two of them remained quiet for the rest of the song, enjoying each other's presence. After the song ended, Mimzy kicked them out of the bar since it was closing, and Alastor walked Y/N home.

"Y'know, you didn't have to walk me home," Y/N said as they walked out of the bar. "I ain't far from here."

"It's no trouble at all," Alastor waved off. "Besides, I don't live too far from you anyway."

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked, worried. "I wouldn't want you to have to walk by yourself all by yourself in the middle of the night."

"Your kind to be concerned, Y/N," he said in a soft voice. "But I assure you, I'll be just fine."

"Alright," she said. "Thank you for walkin' me home, by the way."

"It's no trouble at all, really," he laughed lightly. "Just dawned on me, that was the first time we've talked outside the flower shop."

"I didn't even think about that," Y/N chuckled. "Guess I got too caught up in tonight's excitement."

"If you're up for it," Alastor said, looking down at her, blushing. "Perhaps we could start meeting up outside the flower shop more?"

Y/N's face was on fire. She had hoped he would ask that but didn't actually prepare herself for when he asked that question. "I'd like that a lot," she said, looking up at him.

"Excellent!" he grinned as they reached Y/N's front porch. "My broadcast tomorrow is around 2. If you're free, would you like to grab some lunch with me?"

"Yeah, I'd love too," she said, a cheesy grin on her face. "My lunch break is around noon, we can go then if that works for you."

"Thats perfect! I'll meet you at the flower shop at noon." Alastor said, taking Y/N's hand in his. "Sleep well, my dear, and once again, thank you for agreeing to spend the evening with me."

He brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them softly.

"Good night, Y/N,"

"Good night, Alastor"

sorry that it took me a little bit to upload 😭

i'll try to get the next chapter uploaded tomorrow to make it up to ya'll i promise

stay safe and drinks lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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delicatesoundofthunderr · 4 months

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Lock up ~ Chapter 6

{Charles Leclerc x Reader}

French GP - race 8

Y/N POV

I didn't really know how to feel towards Leclerc's words. It shouldn't affect me since I'm not even dating Max, but the fact he seemed so mad made me feel a thousand things. Mostly satisfied, since there was nothing more fun than to annoy Leclerc deeply. I don't know where his anger comes from though. Maybe the thought of me happy? The same could be said for me when I saw him and that girl laugh.

With all these confusing sentiments, I decided to open my phone.

Not this account again...

@F1.drama

MAX HAS BEEN CAUGHT CHEATING...

Yall... We don't even know who this girl is, but that is not Y/N. They've also been caught kissing :((. I feel so bad for Y/N, she's never gonna win a grand prix ever again without Max's help...

@chloe.gal: nah that's wrong... also wdym by Y/N never winning again?

-> @F1.drama: Max let her win obvi.

-> ->@faia.gg: girl shut up...

@hrts414: omg Charles predicted it in the interview... it did end badly :((

Fuck. I was gonna kill Max. First, he makes it look like he gave me the win, and now, he's cheating? He's doing the contrary of what the deal's purpose was supposed to be. He's making me look so bad right now.

I furiously get up from my chair and almost knock it over, and make my way to the other side of the RedBull garage.

I spot him near his car, and when his eyes meet mine he already knows why I'm here. He motions me to follow him. We're now in his quarters, and I explode.

" Are you fucking kidding me Max? You're ruining everything for me!" I start, with emotion.

" Listen,"

" No, I won't listen, I'm not done! Did you hear what they say about my win? About me? Fake dating or not, you should say something,"

I fume.

" It's not my place to say anything..." Max stammers.

" It is! It fucking is, because you know what? You're a man. You're a fucking man and the media likes to make your voice louder than mine." I say, pointing my finger accusingly.

" That's not even true, you're overreacting. Everyone loves you, they have to, you're the only girl on the grid." He says almost rolling his eyes.

Who the fuck was he rolling his eyes to?

" Excuse me? Oh, be honest Max, did you, or did you not let me win." I say heavily.

" I... I did." he says, looking at the very interest wall.

The silence following suffocates me and my heart feels like it dropped a thousand feet. I guess that wasn't really the answer I was expecting.

" I hate you. I will always and forever fucking hate you for this, Max." I say with a shaky and cold voice.

Max's face is already contorted with guilt. I turn away without looking back.

•••

French GP - race #9

The free practices went great, and so did qualifying. P3. I could very much make something out of this position. I was going to prove to Max and everybody else that I didn't need any help to win.

With my head clearest as possible and a shaky breath, I start the engine. The first corner in France comes rather quickly, and I see Carlos in my mirrors getting closer and closer. I brake the latest possible, and make it out.

After a few push laps, I keep Carlos behind and slowly close the gap between me and Lando in front. I lose no time and overtake him from the outside, which lifts my mood up.

Next is Max.

He is more angled towards offence, which should give me an advantage.

Apparently Max had worked on his defense.

All througout the race, he braked a split second after me, tugged the steering wheel to close a path that was forming, and overall delivered a spotless, perfect race.

My thoughts were racing faster than me. He was doing this so... effortlessly. I can't believe I thought it was my efforts paying off when i overtook him back in Italy. Turns out it was just part of his game and I hadn't actually accomplished anything.

My thoughts seemed to cross the finish line faster than me as I parked the car and got up.

Acting for the camera, I jump in Max's arms and tap his helmet. I could very well manage a P2, it's a podium and good points. Something I was managing less at the moment was the growing pit in my stomach and a distant headache forming.

•••

On my way back to the garage, I see my dad appear around the corner. The pit in my stomach seems to deepen endlessly as he spots me and walks faster.

" I heard the news. You realize that win is completely worthless, stolen?" his stare is cold, and any trace of pride he had at the last Grand Prix was completely wiped off his hard face.

I want to say something. Scream, maybe? Nothing would come out. My throat has tighten to a point where I doubt I'm breathing anymore.

" I... I'm sorry." I manage to croak out, my eyes are burning with stubborn tears and I can't find one ounce of courage to look up at my dad.

He walks away without adding anything.

My nails dug in my palm and left a stinging sensation. My dad, who I had managed to impress for the first time in my life, was now turning his back on me again. He had every right, I was yet again making a fool of myself in a world I knew I didn't belong in.

I almost missed the pair of eyes watching my every move from a safe distance. How long had he been there? This was a secluded area of the paddock, and few people were around.

Leclerc's eyes burn holes through mine, and he seems to be looking at the parts of my mind I myself can't reach. With a final blink, he shakes his head and turns around.

My legs carry me stubbornly over to him, and my hand flies to his shoulder.

Taken aback, he turns around with a perplexed look.

" I don't know why you keep staring at me like I'm some fucking gum underneath your shoe, but can you please stop?" I furiously said, emotion painting my voice. Charles’ face morphs from confusion to anger.

" I can't believe you still let your dad walk all over you like that. And Max cheating! Do you not have an ounce of self respect left in you? I don't know what happened, but something changed ever since you joined that team"

" Changed!? You're the one talking to me about changing? I cannot believe you Leclerc." I spit. "Some of us actually have to make sacrifices to survive in this sport, you know?"

" Oh, I would know alright." his tone made me stepback. No, not his tone. His gaze.

His gaze was not angry anymore, it was full of regret and something more. Years ago this expression would've made me soften my voice, but like he said, things had changed.

" You're everyone's favourite. Ferrari's golden boy. You've got a supportive team ready to do everything to see you on top of the podium, and you don't have to get shit from the media when you make the slightest mistake." I accuse, but I'm not done.

" And you know what Charles? I think all of this would bother me way less if you actually treated me like a human being. Yes, maybe the media and pressure changed me, but you have nothing to excuse your shitty behaviour towards me." I fume.

He stayed quiet. He seemed to search for something to say that would make him innocent, but nothing could save him now.

“ You wouldn’t get it.” he mumbled, which I almost didn’t catch.

He takes my hand off his shoulder, which I didn’t notice was still clutching his shirt.

A thousand things seem to spill out of his head, but none of them make it to his mouth. He simply turns around and heads back to his garage.

I do the same, and opened my phone when I get to my own room.

@chloe.gal

stop because the pic of max cheating with the flowers literally makes me think of Charles when he gave Y/N some flowers after her first podium… what the hell happened between these two??

The flowers… I remember like it was yesterday. Charles had ran after me at the airport because I had to catch a quick flight, flowers and gifts in his hands. The bouquet combined my favourite colours and flowers, which was such a thoughtful gesture.

I re read the caption.

what the hell happened between these two?

Tears start to blur my vision and a wave of sorrow suffocates me, because what the hell happened between me and him? I miss our friendship so much but he seems to be doing just fine without me.

I get a text from Carlos asking me if I wanted to do something tonight and gladly accept. I had to get my mind off things for a bit.

•••

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acotarfrustrations · 5 months

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An ongoing list of acowar grievances I'm keeping track of while I read (because there's too many to make a post about all of them)

1) Feyre's constant edginess. It's such a bizarre and ham-fisted shift in the voice of the character from the previous book. Too much tell, not enough show

2) "that they thought Rhysand could ever force someone . . . I added that to the long list of things to repay them for.".........lol OK girl

3) Feyre all of a sudden knowing how to use every power she has despite her very limited "training"

4) constant mention of Lucien and Elain's mating bond. Not only do I not give a damn, I REALLY wish it wasn't a thing all together

5) CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN THE IMPORTANCE OF THE MORTAL QUEENS TO ME? WHO TF EVEN ARE THEY?? It's so stupid that they don't get brought up until feyre is a fae like we have no clue the humans even have an overarching government until she's not human anymore. Why are they turning them Fae? What possible advantages can they grant the fae that they don't have already? How tf are there so many queens when the human territory is so small? For that matter, why tf is Hybern going to war over a tiny handful of humans? Why involve this convoluted plot with turning the mortal queens into Fae when it seems like the humans don't even know of their existence so they wouldn't listen to or follow them in the first place

6) this should be dual pov. I would LOVE tamlin's perspective or even lucien's

7) I need WAY more information about the cauldron because it makes no sense

8) this isn't a gripe but I just have to mention how bad I feel for lucien

9) somehow ianthe became 10x MORE boring as a villain. Like you could replace her woth Regina George and the book would be more interesting

10) WHY IS THERE SO MUCH SEXUAL ASSAULT, OH MY FUCKING GOD

11) this whole spying on the spring court thing is stupid, inefficient, and childish. The NC is risking the lives of all the courts doing this shit when they could easily just ACTUALLY TELL THE OTHER COURTS WHATS GOING ON TO GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO RALLY TOGEYHER AND DEFEND THEMSELVES, form an alliance, and reason with tamlin or attack him if he refuses to listen to reason. Most information they stand to gain from what they're doing is useless in light of how many fae and human lives stand to be lost or displaced

12) WE FUCKING GET IT FEYRE! THERE ARE TWO WOLVES INSIDE YOU! BENEATH YOUR SKIN YOU ARE A WOLF, A MOUNTAIN LION, A PANTHER, A COBRA, A TARANTULA, A BALD EAGLE, AND EVERY OTHER KIND OF PREDATOR UNDER THE SUN!!!!! JFC I GET SYMBOLISM BUT ITS GETTING CRINGE IN HERE

13) that entire ridiculous summer solstice scene in chapter 4

14) FEYRE COMPARING TAMLIN TO ARAMANTHA?! HELLO???????

15) the whole situation with using Lucien to make tamlin jealous is just....icky, idk

16) I almost regret wanting more political intrigue In these novels as it is by far Sarah Janet's weakest suit

17) framing jurian a villain is one of the dumbest decisions ever. Wish he had more screen time though

18) feyre's badass scene w/ the children of the blessed makes me wish that after she became fae, she returned to the human lands, killed/overthrew the mortal queens, said fuck you to tamlin and rhys, and just became queen of the mortal realms, having to earn her people's trust as a fae, protect and defend them, and come to terms w/ her loss of humanity. That would have been so EPIC

19) the entirety of chapter 8

20) the fact that acotar was written. If the series started w/ acomaf I would have a lot less problems. All the constant retconning and inconsistencies in canon and worldbuilding just keep pissing me off, idk I can't look past it

21) I'm losing count and I'm only on chapter 9 so I'm just going to keep reading for now. Might make a part 2 idk

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti rhysand #anti feysand #anti sarah j maas #anti ic #anti acomaf #anti inner circle #anti acowar

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yatorihell · 4 months

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Noragami Chapter 109 Thoughts and Reaction

First off a massive thank you to @fast-moon for years of dedicated service to the fandom and answering our questions. You have been the pillar of the community from the moment you picked up the series.

Now onto my (second) read reaction and thoughts

Seeing Yuka and she's aged more and she's looking at the sakura tree thinking of her brother just like Yato told Yukine she would I'm so sad Adachitoka you make me so sad

WHO LEFT THE FLOWERS could it have been Yato? Could it have been Yuka unwittingly placing them to remember her brother not knowing it's actually Haruki's grave? I'm so sad

Oh when it said another new year and we're at the hospital I'm so sad and then it turns out it's been many years!!!!!

The Capyper and star sticker as an earring? Remnants of attachment to Yato? Earring like Kazuma? Thank you Doctor Iki? Killing myself

Oh I really expected her diary to show up and then it does but Nora has it I'm so sad

The fact Hiyori's whole memory of that year is fuzzy so she doesn't remember Capyperland, and probably her grandma's death and the hospital arc and so many other bits

CPR SO INTENSE IT CRACKED HER RIBS

Oh she's touching her lips as she wonders who saved her I'm so fucking miserable Adachitoka you make me so sad are you happy

Jumpscared by hot Fujisaki I forgive you <3

Fujisaki gained control of his body and immediately fixed those bangs hejdjj

Remnants of Father's yearning to see Kaya again sorry babe she wasn't your girl maybe you'll find one that looks like her

Coo phone attack jdjdjnd that was so funny I can't believe he actually came back I was reaching with that prediction

My god I know it's not Father and he's cute now but I still hurled when he asked her out

Rip Masaomi's hairline, they say unproblematic men age better, so what crimes did you commit

Also rip Mr Iki you've aged so much it's probably the stress, but he's still got his medical license!!!!!!

Also I've been told it's been 8/9 years since that day with her being an intern now, it makes you wonder if Masaomi started a family

I MISS SOMEONE BUT WHO?

I actually couldn't believe how many of the bingo card predictions were coming true when I got to the sakura party jsjdnjf we truly manifested this ending

Little Ebisu growing up you will live forever you <3

Takemika and Kiun showing up like two dads with their children and pet bird jdjbdjfk

Takemika reassuring Shinatsuhiko that no one's laughing about their reincarnation vs Takemika bullying Ebisu in Heaven about killing him I hate growth I hate it (affectionate)

Followed by Takemika owning the fact that he himself has reincarnated when it was kept secret for so long I'm so sad

Oh Adachitoka you're so sick faking us out with a toast to Yato like he's dead followed by Bishamon once again beating the shit out of Yato at a sakura party

It's so funny Yato wouldn't release Kazuma but tbf it's handy if he ever needs to use him again

I wonder if Kazuma is treated differently now that he's a stray, or if he could suppress the name physically (it would only show if he got called like Nora did)

This Houki shinki that's a pegleg gun???? Rendered us bamboozled double checking Bishamon didn't lose a leg

Yato please find Yukine some clothes that fit????? Or maybe they're loose so they don't tear when he transforms and they can go back for them idk I don't like this look

Yato disappearing into the ground and becoming known as Teke-Teke he is the living meme hejdjb

I'm so sad Yukine has nightmares and turns into ayakashi form every night and Yato's wearing a Capyper jumper and he's hugging him

I did wonder if Hiyori's diary was on the shelf with the shrine, which begs the question when did Yato go to retrieve the shrine???? I'm so sad he would've seen that she fixed it and maybe it's a but scuffed from where it was dropped but it's his

Yato following Hiyori to keep her safe and he didn't want to cut ties I'm so sad the cord problem was enough to divorce her from the far shore without severing them altogether

I JUST WANT TO WATCH OVER HER AS SHE GROWS I'm so fucking miserable

Nora comforted by the fact Hiyori believes she had a name when she was in the womb? Devastated how did we never think of that

Interesting that the Yuuki name remains even after the word was destroyed, but it means that Yukine can't sting Yato so silver linings

Yato still doing his regular job of slaying and answering small prayers

Cherry blossoms being like snow I'm so fucking emo

THE NIGHT HAS A SCENT

YATO'S SHADOW IN THE TREE

MY. MOUTH. REMEMBERS!!!!!!

Oh I'm so fucking miserable I'm so fucking sad I hate this manga she remembered him all on her own after all this time and she's a doctor and everyone's safe I'm so depressed we're gunna celebrate April 2nd we need to work out what year it will be when she remembers

The final art????? Of all of them happy???? Hiyori is a doctor???????? Nora is with them??? Smiling??????? I'm ending it

It's been such a ride for these last 9 years since I picked up the anime and then demolished the manga right in time for season two. I've made friends and I've enjoyed building this blog into something that people used for their Noragami content. In the words of the rats this truly was my noragami

#noragami #yato #yatori #noragami aragoto #yukine #hiyori #bishamon #kazubisha #kazuma #goodbyenoragami

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hey rhi 👋

I’ve been watching a lot of zombie shows lately (ex: the walking dead, last of us, all of us are dead, world war z, zombieland etc. etc)

And while watching all those shows, they always managed to remind me about your zombie fic ‘finders keepers’ which would then lead me to wonder and boil with questions. So if you don’t mind and if it doesn’t trouble you too much, I would like to ask a couple of things ….

1. How did the apocalypse start?

2. When it did start, were they at school and just so happen to group up? Or did they join forces in a different manner?

3. While oikawa and the reader were taking shelter, where were the others?

4. When the reader went out to search for supplies for oikawa, we know the twins were following her, but what were they doing out in the first place?

5. (I might be a lil slow for this, but) Which of the twins killed the zombie, Atsumu or Osamu?

6. Why does inarizaki take in ‘strays’ and what do they do to them? And what do they do once the strays in question want to leave their group?

7. For how long did the twins have eyes for the reader?

8. How far along are they into the apocalypse?

9. How come no one seems concerned with reuniting with family or loved ones?

10. What’s the initial reaction from the inarizaki group when they see that the twins brought the reader to their base?

Well I think that’s all my questions… hopefully. But I know for damn sure that if an apocalypse were to actually happen that I’d be like the reader utterly useless and helpless (but unlike her I won’t have any strong and beautiful men to help or protect me 😔)

I would also probably opt out 😭 (people in zombie shows always have so much will to live and for what?!?!?).

Anyways, I always enjoy seeing your blog and reading yours answers to questions asked by us. I love how I’ll be doing anything in my day, and something (no matter how small it is) will remind me of one of your many glorious fics.

I hope you have a wonderful week and thank you for reading. (Stay hydrated and blessed babe 😏.)

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okay bear with me

i like to go with pharmaceutical fuck up/virus/pandemic thing à la 28 days later or the walking dead

nah, they were friends before it hit, but even pre-apocalypse it wasn't intended to be a volleyball specific thing

well technically it depends. prior to oikawa being bitten they were on a supply run. in the aftermath, they would've gone back to the school, found it overrun and depending on your own personal choice, either found themselves at the wrong end of a zombie's teeth, or they're trying to track oikawa and the reader down after escaping themselves

following :))

whichever one you think. truly i wrote it and left it ambiguous because 1) the reader couldn't see shit and couldn't determine it herself and 2) it could honestly have been either of them and i found it funnier that way. go with whatever your heart tells you

i like to think that inarizaki actually have more of a 'community'. small, but not just a bunch of guys. considering that there's food, medicine, a fuck-ton of guns and men willing to use them, they're usually pretty happy to stay. loyal enough to look the other way when it becomes clear the reader isn't going to be able to just waltz out the front gate like she thinks

inarizaki (or the core members) were aware that a few people were holing up in the school, weren't too concerned about it. more of a 'keep an eye on it and see if it becomes a problem' kind of sitch. they didn't know that group included a woman, not with how anal the others were about keeping the reader safe and tucked away from prying eyes. it was pure luck that the twins caught sight of her during a patrol, a little while before iwa and the other two left and zombies found their way inside. funny that.

somewhere between 6-12 months. long enough for the world to go to shit and for people to become adjusted to that. sort of

mostly because they either saw their family and loved ones die or they believe the chances they're still alive are slim enough not to pin hopes and dreams on. also in the reader's case because even if she had plans of meeting up/looking for someone, they'd put that shit to bed real quick

honestly i think kita would want to disapprove, but how can he? yes the twins were reckless and yes they should have discussed this together beforehand so they could have planned this, but he can't and won't argue with the end result. the reader wasn't safe where she was, now she is. she'll have access to things she was woefully lacking previously, the twins are satisfied, it's the best solution all round. thanks in no small part to how seijoh 4 treated her, there's no chance she'd survive out there on her own. such a sweet, vulnerable, helpless little thing, how could the rest of them not just want to eat her right up? they are ofc unsurprised by the twins pulling some bullshit, but hey, no one (they care about) died right? win-win.

#i'm sorry i sat on this ask for ages #i just needed to psych myself up for it #and also to go re-read the fic #and then type coherent words #rhi answers #fic asks #finders keepers #🌬️🌫️ anon

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hellomynameisghostface · 2 months

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Who Was The Best Ghostface?

Ranking all Ghostface killers from the "Scream" movies in order of who was the best at being Ghostface, in my opinion. Taking into account a few factors; who had the better motives, how much they contributed to the attacks/killings, how far they got in their plan and how well they executed it and possibly some other factors. Some might out way the others but I'll try to explain my thoughts as best I can. So let's get started. 13. Jason Carvey: while his motive was fine, it wasn't one of the better ones. It was just a continuation of Amber and Richie's pretty much. However, since he was one of the opening kills it makes sense why they wouldn't waste a good motive on him and Greg. The fact he was found out and killed so quickly proves he's the worst Ghostface so far though.

12. Richie Kirsch: this really depends on how you watch and analyze "Scream V" but from my point of view, Richie didn't kill anyone. The only confirmed attacks to be him were Sam and Mindy which both failed. The directors have already said in interviews that he barley did any of the work and Sam even mentions in "Scream VI" that "he made his girlfriend do all the killing." Like many fans of the franchise, you may be thinking "how could she possibly know that?" It's not that hard to figure out when for most of the movie/attacks Richie was with Sam or close by and with Gale's investigation instincts she could've easily found out where Amber and Richie were most of the time. Example: going to the hotel Richie was at and asking when he arrived there and if he left would help figure out if he actually participated in the killing of Judy and Wes. He basically let someone much younger than him do all the dirty work and pull the strings while thinking he was in charge the whole time. It would've been different if he betrayed her in the end like a couple of other who made it higher on this list but he never even got the chance. His motive was good though but not good enough to save him from being this low on my list.

11. Stu Macher: okay, I know this is going to piss people off because he's one of the originals and a fan favorite so everyone hold him up on a pedestal along with Billy but again, like Richie, I guess it really depends on how you view the movie. Stu does the least amount of work and on top of all that he makes the mistake of trusting his partner and by doing so is almost killed and betrayed by him. Roman even mentions in "Scream 3" that he suggested Billy get a partner to frame in case he's caught. I have no doubt in my mind if they were successful that Stu would've ended up dead or in jail anyway.

10. Quinn Bailey: she was a pretty decent Ghostface but honestly, I don't know how far she would've gotten if her father wasn't a detective or helping her. Faking her death was smart because not only does it take her off the suspect list but it allows her to do kills while her father and brother get alibis but again, without her father being a detective it would've made it much harder executing her fake death so because of that she still pretty low on my list but higher then they others because she actually did a decent amount of the dirty work and wasn't betrayed by her partners. Although it's widely disliked in this fandom, I actually liked their motive and the fact that it was a family seeking revenge, not just a parent or sibling.

9. Ethan Landry: I decided to put Ethan a place higher than his sister because he seemed more aggressive and willing to me. He killed Quinn's hookup and then proceeded to take on three people (Sam, Mindy and Anika) at once and wounding two of them and then killing one of them. While not factual, I think he would have made it further without his father's help than Quinn did because while Wayne was the brains behind it I feel like he didn't help Ethan quite as much as Quinn.

8. Wayne Bailey: since he was the mastermind and brains behind these attacks I think it's fair to place him above his kids. Being a detective put him at a higher advantage as well. Not only was he an aggressive Ghostface but I think his plan was well thought through and executed fairly well and as already mentioned, I actually really like their motive even if it's just another version of Nancy's motive from "Scream 2."

7. Billy Loomis: his motive was to kill Maureen because she was sleeping his his father causing his mother to abandoned them. Which would've been okay if it stopped there but he kept going. It would've made sense if he tortured Sidney while Maureen was still alive. Since she's dead, what's the point? Sidney didn't do anything. At this point their just doing it for fun, I guess? Which is fine, I guess. I can look past that. What puts him kind of low on my list is that he and Stu start stabbing each other to paint themselves as victims before they kill Sidney and Neil. He was carrying out his plan pretty well before that. He killed Maureen, framed Cotton and got away with it for a whole year which is why I let him be a little higher on my list than I originally wanted him to be.

6. Charlie Walker: this is another one that kind of depends on how you view and analyze the movie but in my opinion, Charlie kills everyone in "Scream 4" besides Trevor. With that, he's already a great Ghostface but what knocks him down to seventh place for me is that he was so blinded by his infatuation for Jill that he trusted her to wound him instead of doing it himself, leading to her betraying him and ultimately resulting to his death.

5. Mickey Altieri: I'm putting Mickey right before Charlie because they're situations are very similar. While Nancy helped Mickey more than Jill helped Charlie, I think Mickey still did most of the dirty work but mostly because he wanted to since it's implied he was already a serial killer prior to the event of "Scream 2." Like Charlie he was betrayed by his partner but unlike Charlie it wasn't due to him being blinded by love or anything like that. It was rather sudden and caught him off guard. Ultimately, trusting a stranger and it leading to him being betrayed and almost murdered instead of staying on guard and killing her first loses him points. Plus, his motive was stupid and I didn't like it at all.

4. Nancy Loomis: her motive is rather simple but it's one of the better ones: good old fashioned revenge. She was also smart enough to get someone on the inside (Mickey) because she obviously couldn't been seen by Sidney. She was also partnered with someone who was already a serial killer so it was smart of her to kill him before he could turn on her. Plus, his motive would've more than likely fucked her over which she was very much aware of.

3. Amber Freeman: as I already mentioned when talking about Richie, I believe Amber did all the killing (or at the very least, most.) The directors/writes have basically confirmed in on and off screen that she was the mastermind but let Richie believe he was in charge and did most of the work. She wasn't manipulated into doing the killing, she wanted to and you can see that with how excited she gets after her reveal. She was the one who informed Richie Sam was the daughter of Billy Loomis and she more than likely told him to take Tara's inhaler because the spare one was at her house and she knew Tara would have to go there to get it (Richie literally says "I can't believe this worked" as if he doubted Amber.) Amber also killed a legacy character and wounded the other two. She took on Sidney and Gale, two full grown women, at the same time and even though she ultimately ended up dying she did some damage. Her motive was 10/10 for me. I don't know why people hate it because they literally sound like Amber and Richie complaining about it. She was a child carrying a full grown man. That's embarrassing, which is why Richie is so low but it's iconic for Amber to accomplish so much for being so young.

2. Roman Bridger: he was the only Ghostface to go solo which means he did all the work. He deserves the recognition doing it all himself and getting as close as he did. He also technically started it all by convincing Billy to kill Maureen. I know a lot of people, including the cast, thought it was random for Roman to be Sidney's brother but I think it makes so much sense and I think they executed it well. The storyline wasn't anymore random than Billy having a daughter that no one knew about for years but Amber found out like nothing.

1. Jill Roberts: in my opinion, she is the smartest Ghostface and quite frankly the best when it comes to planning and getting away with it. Sure, she made Charlie do all the Ghostface killings and kills only Trevor and her partner but that's the genius part. Her goal was to become the new Sidney so she had to keep her hands clean as much as possible. She was the only one smart enough to not let her partner wound her and instead betrayed him before he could her. She killed everyone (or so she thought) before beating the shit out of herself and making herself look like the victim. She's the one who got the closest to killing Sidney and getting away with it and shes the only Ghostface to not scream like a maniac when she “comes back” after being seemingly killed. Her motive was 10/10. I remember watching "Scream 4" for the first time and thinking how relevant it was at the time and it's only gotten more relevant with time.

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wandabear · 1 year

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COME UNDONE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Summary: Wanda is a 32-year-old, a divorced mother who hasn’t opened herself up to the opportunity to love again. She met Y/N but the 7 year age difference made her feel guilty… until she end up being victim of Thanos’ snap while Y/N stayed. What if Wanda never joined the Avengers? Her parents left Sokovia when Wanda and Pietro were little, achieving the dream of living in USA.

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chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 & 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 FINALE

Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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“You didn't see that coming?...”

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That voice. She could recognize that voice anywhere, that man who had been by her side since she was born.

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Pietro.

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Those teary green eyes, her red lips trembled. Pietro lay in front of her touching his chest, although the bullet wounds were all over his body. A trickle of blood fell from the corner of his mouth.

But his look was the worst, he watched her in a disturbing way.

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“Pietro…” Wanda whispered, taking a step forward but suddenly someone approached, blocking her way. A beautiful brunette. Oh, how much she adored that woman since the day Wanda met her. Now, she was looking at her like she felt sorry for her.

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“He was killed by Ultron, wasn't he?” Monica Rambeau asked, looking at her with sorrow while Pietro kept looking at her in the same creepy way. Her sister-in-law and her beloved brother, completely different from what she knew them.

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Wanda frowned and shook her head, starting to back away but suddenly another Pietro appeared behind her, making her jump.

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“I got shot like a chump in the street for no reason at all.” The second Pietro told her quite annoyed, the three of them looked at her as if she were something strange or foreign to that place.

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“You have everything under control, don't you?” Natasha's hoarse voice made her turn around. A gasp slipping away from her lips, Natasha's face was beaten up, she looked sad and defeated. Strangely she wore a black suit with a black widow logo, apparently she was a hero in another universe.

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But the worst thing was seeing the blood behind Nat’s head, the crimson blood. Wanda covered her mouth,, trying to silence the scream. Her best friend was in front of her, dying, but her gaze was still the same as the others.

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“This is not real, it is not real.” Wanda shook her head and repeated the following words to herself over and over again. “It's not my life. It’s not mine. It’s hers.”

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“That doesn't make it any better, does it?” They all said, the people she loved surrounded her and got closer, asking her why she let them die or why she abandoned them. Her children screaming ‘mom!’ as they crawled on the ground, slowly disappearing and turning to ashes.

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“You left me die in Sokovia.”

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“You left me die in Westview.”

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“You left me die in Vormir.”

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“No! I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me!” The redhead yelled, shaking her head but it was useless, those people began to harass her and chase her like haunted souls.

All those murmurs drowned her in a deep misery.

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“Wanda.” A very distant voice interrupted that awful moment, as if it were a hand pulling her out of a stormy ocean. That voice called out to her again.

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“Wanda!” It was heard again. The redhead looked around her but those hideous versions of their loved ones didn't allow her to see, she was getting smaller and everything was darker.

She couldn't move, couldn't scream.

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“Wanda!” For the last time Y/N called her, and this time she managed to get her out of that nightmare.

The redhead woke up agitated, her heart beating so hard that she felt a sharp pang of pain.

Y/N tried to touch Wanda's shoulder but was surprised when Wanda moved a little scared, as if she was afraid she was going to hurt her.

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“Babe, are you okay? You were having a nightmare again and I couldn't wake you up.” Concerned, Y/N settled next to Wanda willing to help but not suffocate her. She wanted to give the Sokovian some space, this wasn't a normal nightmare. Not at all.

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Wanda nodded quickly again and sat on the bed. She covered her face trying to calm down, the tears that fell down her face were so real; the anguish she still felt in her chest.

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“Wanda…” Y/N turned on the bedside lamp.

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But Wanda just watched her hands, not even paying attention to what Y/N was saying. She just kept quiet, lost and scared.

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“Wanda, please...” The brunette tried once more. “You have to tell me what's going on.”

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The Sokovian only shook her head and dried her tears, those adorable green eyes showing the anguish she felt.

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“It's just... too painful.”

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“Is it about your variant?” Y/N dared to take her hand, this time Wanda didn't take it away. They entwined their fingers, joining once more. “The Scarlet Witch…”

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“I remember when she possessed my body, I felt as if… as if everything was taken from me, as if something… invaded my body. She took my life.” Wanda took the courage to speak, hoping that her voice wouldn't break. “Not being able to do anything, you just feel locked in my own body... and that's not the worst.”

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“All her memories come to me in dreams. I used to have dreams but now… every night is the same nightmare. And…” Wanda shook her head, trying to erase those painful images but it was impossible, she just ended up crying. “They’re so painful, Y/N.”

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Y/N looked into the green eyes of her beloved, terror and sorrow, Y/N could see how broken she was. “I can't believe that she went through all that, because… I don't know if I could do it. I-” Wanda’s voice and her lips trembled at the imminent crying. “Please don't let me go so far.”

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Feeling her heart was sinking into the depths of the ocean, that's how it felt to see Wanda so broken. The brunette ended up hugging her tightly.

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“Oh, my love…” Y/N cooed.

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Wanda allowed herself to hug Y/N and bury her face in her chest while Y/N caressed her hair slowly, leaving soft forehead kisses.

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“I saw them die, all of them, and I couldn't do anything. My parents, Pietro, Natasha, my children… they all left me. And you weren't there, Y/N…” Wanda whimpered, closing her eyes and hugging Y/N even closer. “I don’t want to be without you.”

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Wanda never walked away. Y/N spent the whole night comforting, listening and caressing her. Whispering the most loving words Wanda has ever heard. Giving her all the support she needed in that melancholic night. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ This had to end at some point, right? That's what she thought, but it was the third week where Wanda couldn't sleep, where the nightmares wouldn't let her go on.

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But the days passed and the sokovian didn't seem to get better, it even seemed to get worse. Those adorable green eyes that showed her joy constantly now looked miserable, something had stolen that light. And Y/N was deeply afraid that she would begin to fall down that deep dark hole, and embrace the darkness.

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'Do you want to have dinner together today? I invite you wherever you want. If you don't want to go out, I can cook for you...' sent to Wanda.

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'I'm sorry, detka. I'm not feeling in the mood today, okay? Sorry. Maybe tomorrow. - Received from Wanda.

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'Of course, luv. Don't worry, if you need anything you know I'm here...' Sent to Wanda.

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Y/N sighed a bit sad, which her friend noticed quickly.

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“How's Wanda doing?” Jules's voice snapped Y/N out of her thoughts. They both entered the rest room for doctors, luckily there was no one but a doctor sleeping really deep.

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"Sad." Y/N sighed and sat down, opening some chips she'd bought from the vending machine. Jules handed her a bottle of fruit juice and kept one. “She's really down, Jules.”

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“Natasha told me that Wanda was avoiding her. Also, you haven't stopped eating junk food all week. That’s really serious.” Jules looked at her worried. For two weeks now, Wanda didn’t come to see her or bring some lunch as she used to do. That was beginning to worry the people who knew her at the hospital.

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“I never saw her like this, Wanda was always so… cheerful, even when she had the worst. This is different.”

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“And this is because…” Jules began trying to find the right words so she didn't end up screwing everything up. “A version of her called Crimson…”

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“Scarlet Witch!”

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“Scarlet Witch, yes, that one… That other ‘Wanda’ came and possessed her and…?” Jules tried to explain but it was even hard to understand what the heck happened.

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“Jules…”

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“Are you sure you weren't imagining it? It's okay, I haven't smoked a joint since I was in high school, but-”

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“JULES!” Y/N said again, turning so fast that some chips went flying. “If you say it one more time I SWEAR I WILL…”

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“Easy, bear. I was kidding! Of course I believe you.” Jules raised her hands, seeking peace. “There's a woman who's swinging through the city on cobwebs, a guy who's wearing a devil outfit. Of course I believe you about other universes!”

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“Thank you.” Y/N sighed and nodded, maybe she was too sensitive lately.

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“It's just… what you told me, she must have experienced stuff that no one else has. Thinking that everyone you love will die is not easy, but she saw it.” Her skin crawled just thinking about it. “She felt it all… if that happened to me I would either be shaking like a scared baby leaf or really pissed of. How would you feel?”

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After thinking about it again, Y/N nodded.

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“Yeah, you're right. It's like she can't move on, like she's frozen… Those memories are torturing her because she felt it.”

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“You have to do something.” Jules said worriedly, she cut her huge sandwich in two and gave half to Y/N. “We have to do something. She doesn't deserve this…”

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Y/N nodded and took a bite of that sandwich, sharing some fries with Jules as well.

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“And that sad-evil-Wanda told you something about her universe? Who are we in that universe? What if I'm a worm? Would you love me if I were a worm?”

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“She didn't tell me much, maybe that's why. We are worms.”

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Little by little, she opened her eyes trying to get used to the sunlight. A big weight on her chest; Wanda stayed in the bed for a while.

She didn't want to step foot out of that bed, she didn't even want to wake up that day but she had to. Sighing heavily, Wanda got up so she could go to the bathroom and find something to eat, walking like her feet weighed a ton.

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The good thing was that the twins were with Vision, he understood that she needed space for herself.

Scratching her head lazily, Wanda walked to the kitchen to get some cereal or a sandwich. The mirror reflection showing her messy hair, she hadn't taken off those pajamas for two days.

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“Who’s there? It’s you or it’s really me?” Wanda asked herself against her mirror, noticing dark circles under her eyes. “I don't know anymore.”

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She swallowed, what if that evil witch was hiding behind those green eyes? That woman who came to take away her safety and make her know what deep fear was. She didn't feel safe in her own body anymore.

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She sat on the couch to enjoy some cereal and an episode of 'The Office' when someone knocked on the door.

The sokovian gasped and got up from the couch to open the door. And seeing that woman on the other side didn't surprise Wanda at all, maybe just didn't think she'd see her right now.

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“What are you doing here?” Wanda rolled her eyes when that woman walked into her house without further ado. “I told you I didn't want to go out.”

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“Yeah, I read it.” Natasha took off her jacket. “But I didn't give a damn.”

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The redhead looked around, the house that Wanda used to have immaculate and perfect now was completely turned upside down. The mess, some bowls on the coffee table in front of the tv and some blankets and pillows on the couch.

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“Watching 'The Office' again?” Nat nodded at the Tv. “The wedding episode again, Wanda? Come on.”

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“Leave me alone.” Wanda grunted and stopped the episode, dropping the remote on the couch. “Nat, listen, you know I love you, you’re my sister and I don't want you to be mad at me but I want to be alone.”

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“Wanda, I love you very much, but fuck off.” Natasha dropped onto the couch and crossed her arms, she wasn’t going to move from that spot. “I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong with you and why.”

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“Nat, please…”

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“No, Wanda.” Natasha was final. “You completely changed out of nowhere. You don't talk to me anymore, you don't answer my calls, you don't want to tell me what's wrong. You don't want to leave your house, and you’re not telling me WHY.”

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“I can't tell you…” the Sokovian murmured, lowering her gaze, feeling a deep guilt cutting her heart.

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“Why not?” Natasha's eyes made Wanda hesitate. You could see the pain, her sister was avoiding her. “You don’t trust me?”

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How could she not tell everything to her best friend? To the person who was in her best and worst moments. Natasha was her sister, her best friend since High School, the one that supported Wanda when she decided to leave law school or the one who supported her when she made the decision to divorce Vision without criticizing her. The one who held her hand when the pregnancy contractions came. Natasha Romanoff.

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“It's complicated.”

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“I know complicated, because since we were girls you have never ignored me. It doesn't matter how bad it is.” Nat tried one more time, maybe, Wanda could finally open up. She was so close.

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“And not just me, I thought you wanted to even marry Y/N someday, you told me that a month ago.” Nat shook her head. “Now you’re avoiding her too. Are you playing with her again?”

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“NO! Of course not!”

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“Then tell me, Wanda. She loves you, but I bet she's losing her mind too. She’s afraid too.”

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“Okay…” Wanda swallowed. “I’ll talk… But to listen to this you need some coffee or lots of vodka and so do I.”

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Nodding quickly, Natasha watched as Wanda was going to the kitchen, dragging her pink slippers.

The russian took out her phone to send a message to Jules and tell her that Wanda finally seemed to open up, when someone knocked on the door.

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“Wanda, are you waiting for someone?” She yelled and Wanda answered quickly:

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“No, can you open it for me? I am a mess!”

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“Okay!” Natasha got up from the couch and went to the door to see who was the person she was constantly knocking.

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Opening the door a bit annoyed, Natasha found a found a teenager, with black hair and dark brown eyes. She was wearing a denim jacket with some pins on it, quite youthful and adorable.

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“Hi.” America greeted smiling, showing those big pearls. “Oh, my! You’re Natasha Romanoff!”

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“Yeah...” Nat frowned and smiled somewhat confused. Although nothing surprised her about America anymore, she was a pretty adorable but wild girl. “If you are looking for Wanda's kids, they’re with her dad this weekend…”

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“It's really nice to meet you.” America Chavez smiled widely and shook her hand quickly, so excited, not caring too much about the Russian's confused face.

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The girl came into the house and whispered a 'woooah' as she looked around, for the first time.

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“Wanda come here, I found a stoned child on your door!”

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Wanda went back downstairs quite confused.

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“America! How are you, honey?” The sokovian seemed worried. “Everything is okay?”

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“You... Do you know me?” America now was even more confused than Wanda, really surprised. How was it possible? She had never met a version of her in the vast multiverse. Was that possible? Was that real?

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“Yes...” Wanda looked at Natasha, now she understood very well what Natasha was saying.

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“Stoned as fuck?” Nat shrugged.

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“Clearly. America, sweetie, have you been smoking something with your friends, don't you?” Wanda narrowed her eyes and invited the kid to sit down, trying to look as calm and supportive as possible. “You know that Laufeyson kid isn't a good influence. He's wild but you have a whole future ahead of you, you can't throw away your life... you'll almost go to college! You can smoke something there... later. When you're older.”

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“What? No!” America exclaimed shaking her head. “You're not supposed to know me, well, not me. Do I have a version here? Where is she?” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

Hearing that the girl called herself a 'version' made Wanda turn pale. A shiver ran down her spine, moving away from the girl a little.

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“Oh, no.”

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“Oh, please don't be afraid. That's not what I come here for…” The teenager tries to calm her down, panicking a bit. “I just came to give you this.”

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Wanda shook her head and got up from the couch, ready to walk away. “I don't want anything to do with her.”

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“Please.”

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“No.”

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“Wanda, what are you talking about?” Natasha frowned, so confused.

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“You must understand that I am not here to hurt you” America sighed deeply and searched for something in her jacket, taking an envelope out of it. “I just came to give you this. She's going to help you.”

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“Help me? She causes only chaos and pain.” Wanda said annoyed and scared.

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Silence reigned for a few moments until Natasha spoke again, breaking the moment.

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“Wanda... If any of this has to do with how you've been feeling lately, and even though I have no fucking idea what it is...” Nat widened her eyes, unable to believe what she was saying. “Don't you think it's better to face it?”

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She reached out to hug Wanda and cradle her face in her hands. “If whatever the girl brings is going to help you, just… try it.”

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Wanda hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

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“And after that, you're going to tell me what the hell is happening.” The Russian sighed and walked towards the kitchen, but not before pointing at the teenager. “You, stoned girl, come with me to the kitchen. I'll make you a sandwich, let her deal with this alone like she needs to.”

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America nodded and followed her, but not before giving the letter to the Sokovian.

Wanda took that paper in her hands and sat down on the couch to start whatever she would start now. What did that witch want now?

Wanda took a deep breath, took courage. Her hands trembled, tears welled in her eyes, but she stayed strong.

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‘Wanda. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

I hope you’re reading this and give me a chance to explain, and also give yourself a chance to heal. I know that you will surely be upset, although to say 'upset’ or ‘annoyed' would be showing me too much mercy and I know that I don't deserve it.

I know myself and I dare to think that maybe we have more in common than we think. Tragedy does not unite us, but something more important does.

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I know that what I did to you is unforgivable and I'm not looking for that, because I know you won't. But I want you to know that I realized that what I did with you was not right, and that I will not forgive myself. I think I never will.

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You are everything I would have wanted to be, and it hurts me to have hurt you like others have hurt me. I should have… protected you.

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Someone very special told me that if it were the other way around, I would be suffering a lot right now and she was right, I think you know who I mean (finally found mine). I didn't think we'd meet, but everything was so…unexpected. As if it was destined. I think it's cruel to say that it was fate, it means that everyone had to leave for it to come true, is that selfish? Or mean?

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That's when I knew that I had to get this off my chest and that I also had to give you the opportunity to heal. The reason for this letter is to ask you, please: let the fear go, with that terror that I experienced. That was my destiny, but it will never be yours.

My pain doesn't have to be yours, don't blind yourself to a completely different reality.

Being able to see your reality hurt me so much, knowing that you could have everything I ever wanted was a deep stab in my heart.

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I will never have that. I will never have my brother alive again, I will never see Vision again, I will never be able to visit my parents. And I must accept it, understand it and let it go. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

But it also made me open my eyes. Open them to a completely new reality, to things that I didn't think I was looking for and that were waiting for me.

I decided to help this girl, América Chávez, you must be knowing her by now. She's… well, she's special. She’s a very good girl who has spent her life trying to find her moms.

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To be honest, I was planning to use her powers to steal your little ones and-'

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“What the hell? She was going to hurt the girl!” Wanda said annoyed, looking up to see the America, who from the kitchen just shrugged her shoulders.

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“Yes, but she didn't. She’s helping me find my place in this new world, she takes care of me and in return she asked me to bring you this.” America grinned as she took a big bite of the sandwich.

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Wanda just sighed in exasperation and read that letter again, hoping that this crazy woman had something good to say.

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'To be honest, I was planning to use her powers to steal your little ones from you and bring them to a new realit,y one where we were a beautiful family.

I realized that I was being manipulated, yes, but a lot of it came from me, from my pain. From the loneliness in my heart.

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Thinking about the fear that the little ones would have, thinking that someone could do that to me again, that would hurt me immensely and its thanks to Y/N that I was able to understand it.

I don't know if I should tell you this but, I knew my Y/N here. And she is… amazing. She is very different but at the same time she’s not.

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Anyway, ever since I met her she hasn't stopped for a moment trying to make me feel good. To be there for me, even when we weren't even something.

The other day I saw her crying because she found a bee with a broken wing and it couldn't fly, and I really realized that (Besides thinking she’s an adorable crybaby) She's one of the best people I've ever met. She always seeks other people's happiness, even if it costs hers.

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I'm sorry I came into your life, but I'm glad I did because I would never have realized how much I love her.

Take good care of Y/N, she needs you and you need her. Don't push her out of your life, I know that's easy and she'll make you feel like you don't want to dim her light, but be honest with her and with yourself. You need each other.

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I don't need to read minds to know.

She loves you very much, I could see it, and I know that you love her. Don't ever let her go.

Take great care of the little ones, I know they will be loved.

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Once again, I'm sorry for all the damage I did to you. All the pain I caused you.

Thank you also for teaching me a new path to happiness.

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WM.-

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Wanda never knew when the moment tears began to fall down her face. Sniffing, she reached for some kleenex to dry her tears. Natasha and America looked at each other.

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“Everything's fine?” Natasha asked doubtfully.

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“Everything's fine.” Wanda nodded.

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“Was that what you needed?”

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“It was what I needed.” Wanda moved closer to America, hugging her. Although for a moment the teenager remained still, slowly she hugged her back.

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“I don't know you, but I know her… and I know you deserve to be okay.” The teen gently tightened the hug and then pulled away from her.

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“Thank you, America.”

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“I’ve to go now, I shouldn't be here. I'm breaking endless rules just to bring this.” America's eyes widened and then she smiled widely. “Thanks for the sandwich, it was delicious. It was nice meeting you. Both.”

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“See you later!” Natasha said watching the girl leave and then she turned to see Wanda. “Was that America Chavez? The girl who babysit Billy and Tommy?”

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But the sokovian didn't receive any answer, Natasha frowned when she saw how Wanda was hugging that paper, crying and smiling, feeling a calm that she hadn't felt for a long time.

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Y/N took a deep breath and finally knocked on the door, thinking about everything she wanted to say. Every sentence written in her notes so she wouldn't forget it. She didn't want to make things worse, wanted to fix it. If there was something to solve, right? Yes, of course there was. They were happy.

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They are.

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Once the door opened, Y/N momentarily forgot how to breathe. Wanda looked as beautiful as ever, though she didn't seem surprised to see her.

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“We need to talk.” Y/N swallowed, hoping the redhead wouldn't avoid her this time like so many times before.

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"Yes... Yes we should.” Wanda agreed and stepped aside. “Come in, please.”

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Surprised to see that Wanda agreed to speak, the brunette went inside and looked around, noticing a great improvement. Things seemed to be in their place, the mess disappeared.

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“Sit with me.” Both seemed very nervous, especially especially with the silence that lasted a few minutes.

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“So…” Y/N cleared her throat before beginning. “I came because I think we should talk about what is happening lately. I'm sorry I came unannounced, but if I told you maybe...”

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“I'd say I was busy or something.” Wanda finished the sentence somewhat embarrassed. “I was avoiding you.”

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“I know.” The brunette took Wanda’s hand. “And I get it. So please, let me start and then I'll listen to anything you have to say. I promise.”

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Wanda just nodded.

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“I love you.” Y/N stroked her hand gently, opening heart once more. “I love you, Wanda Maximoff. More than I ever thought I would, so listen carefully.”

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Those two had been through a lot together, up and down. There was nothing they couldn't face, not even rejection or time apart, or a witch from another universe. Nothing could separate them but themselves.

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“I know that what you have been through wasn’t easy. Damn, no one could understand how hard it must be for you to feel that. To have lived everything you lived, to see what could have happened in your life. All that loss, all that pain. Even I wouldn't have been that strong.” She sighed, noticing how Wanda's eyes filled with tears.

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“And this time I know we've been a little apart, and I don't want you to feel bad about it.”

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Wanda breathed heavily, feeling her heart sink. Maybe because she was expecting the worst, inside she was hoping that Y/N would come to leave her, say that she left her aside or claim what a bad girlfriend she had been.

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But the brunette always knew how to surprise her.

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“I love you, Wands. And if you need space, I'm going to give it to you. If you need to be alone, I will allow you to be alone to heal, but listen to me: you will never be alone. I will always be by your side, whenever you need me.”

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Wanda didn't seem to say anything. Although tears began to fall down her cheeks, she couldn't believe what an incredible woman she had next to her. How come after everything Y/N had been through she was still there for her? She was still willing to take her hand and face anything.

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“I am willing to give you time, to listen to you, to do whatever it takes to see you better. To see you well, to see you happy... the way you need.”

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Y/N was silent, waiting for an answer, but all Wanda did was swallow and then hug her lover so tightly, that she almost lost balance.

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“All I need is you.” Wanda said snuggling against her, hugging Y/N so tight, afraid she would never see her again. “Just you. Nothing but you.”

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Closing her eyes upon feeling the amazing relief that those words gave her, Y/N just kept hugging her for a long time, listening to everything Wanda had to say.

Wanda told her everything she saw in the Scarlet Witch's mind, but above all what she felt, and how it tormented her all that time.

Y/N perfectly understood the sokovian, it wasn't easy to be manipulated and have your body taken that way by someone else.

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But she also heard how that Wanda said that she should let it go, that wasn’t her burden. The owner of that load was trying to get over it and survive with it, so our Wanda couldn't help but understand. Wanda didn't know if she was forgiving the Scarlet Witch, but she was accepting that the witch could redeem herself and become a better person.

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“I need to ask you something…” Y/N whispered as they lay on the bed, their legs intertwined just like their naked bodies under the covers. The warmth of Wanda's bare skin against hers was an exquisite and unique sensation.

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Leaving short kisses on the doctor's shoulder, Wanda looked up to see her. “About what, detka?”

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Y/N bit her lower lip, with a mischievous look. “I need you to be ready this Sat at 7 pm. I hope you’re not busy that day.”

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Wanda raised an eyebrow. “Why? It's a date?”

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“Maybe… Something like that.” Y/N narrowed her eyes.

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“What are you up to?” Wanda wrinkled her nose and playfully poked the brunette's belly. “I love that face, I know you're up to something!”

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“You won't know until you get to where I tell you to go.”

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“Oh, aren't you going to pick me up?” She looked at her surprised and amused. “That's new on you, Y/L/N.”

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Y/N shook her head. “Can't say why. Just be there.”

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“Mmm... I wonder what it will be?” Wanda leaned in to face each other and kissed her. “But I'm all in.”

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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤSATURDAY ㅤ

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Taking a deep breath, Wanda looked at herself once more in front of the mirror. Her loose hair now looked brown, she thought that after all it would be good to make a change in her life. Starting with her hair color.

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“Do you like it?” Natasha asked as she finished arranging her hair, completely loose and two lovely classic braids joining behind her.

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“I love it.” Wanda smiled, feeling radiant. Her green eyes shone with a unique illusion this time. There wasn’t an ounce of sadness in them. She got up and looked at herself, and felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. In love, waiting to see his girl on a date.

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“I feel so good.” Wanda saw herself in the mirror, she was wearing a simple but pretty dress and quite soft makeup. “Do I look good?”

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Natasha took a moment to look at her and tried not to say anything, she couldn't expose everything she knew. “You look beautiful. Really gorgeous.”

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“It's just a date, I shouldn't feel so tense.” The Sokovian bit her lower lip trying to hide that smile, applying some perfume.

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“It's normal, it's the love of your life.”

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"She is." Wanda looked at her watch and sighed with great relief. “Okay, I'm on time.”

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She was ready to go, the excitement in those green eyes was evident.

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“Okay, let's go.” Natasha took her car keys out of her purse, making keys jingle. “I'll take you where you need to go.”

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“I don't want you to be late for what you had to do today with Jules. I can go alone, I just have to look up the address and I'll be there soon... or I can call a cab.”

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“Oh, don’t worry. I have time.” Natasha smiled without giving up. “Come on, let’s keep talking about this on the road. I know you're anxious and want to talk.”

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“So… How do you feel?”

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Her best friend's question brought Y/N out of her deepest thoughts. Yelena was next to her trying to help to adjust her blazer. The trio were in that room in the cabin that Y/N rented a week ago.

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“Excited but... a bit tense.” Y/N tried to fix her hair and see herself once more, going over everything she wanted to say and make no mistake. “A bit... Jeez. I’m scared as fuck.”

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“She doesn't know yet? Wow, I thought Wanda would notice.”

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“Of course not, this is a date... but not just any date.” Y/N turned around to help get some water, feeling her throat dry.

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“I told Natasha not to say anything to her.” Jules said as she arranged some daisies in cute bouquets, Wanda's favorite flowers.

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“And my sister listened to you?” Yelena raised an eyebrow. “Ha. That's new. She would have taken my head off.”

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“Ha. You’re so funny.” Jules narrowed her eyes. It was something normal between them since Jules and Natasha started dating. Although Yelena and her seemed to get along like cat and dog, they also become very close friends.

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“Just kidding. I'm glad you're banging my sister, she’s in a good mood lately.”

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“Oh my god!” Jules growled.

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"Yelena!" Y/N closed her quickly, shaking her head. “This is my moment, don't bring those images to my mind. Ugh!”

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“Not so ‘ugh’. Why the ‘ugh’? We’re two sexy women in love.” Jules raised an eyebrow but then decided to continue with what she was doing, carrying some flowers out of that room but not before saying: “You know what? I'm going to take this because you guys are making me nervous.”

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“Are you the nervous one? I'm about to die here.” Y/N joked.

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“She's soooo baby, I can't joke with her. I like her, she’s such a good sister-in-law.” Yelena shook her head at the door and then turned to see Y/N. “Everything be okay, teddybear.”

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Y/N just smiled and reached over to hug her. Yelena, her best friend. The one who had been with her for so many years, Yelena was with her in her craziest moments, in her saddest moments and now in her happiest moments.

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“I love you, Yelena.” Y/N whispered, tightening that hug. The five years without Wanda were horrible, but the five years without Yelena were terrifying. And although that was what made her friendship with Natasha stronger, she never stopped missing the blonde one. “Thanks for being in my life.”

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“Thanks to you, teddybear. For letting me into your life and not kick me out of the room we shared.” Yelena confessed, closing her eyes and getting lost in that hug for a long time.

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Neither of them noticed that Kate Bishop come into the room, holding her camera until they heard the 'click'.

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“Oh, this is so cute. I hope you didn't mind that I took the pic. You can't do anything about it anyway.” Kate grinned, putting the camera back in her bag. “By the way, I came to tell you… Wanda is here.”

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“What?”

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“Now?!” Y/N's eyes widened.

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“What are you waiting for?! GO!” Yelena snapped her out of the shock and kicked her out of the room.

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The Sokovian looked around a bit confused, she thought they were going on a date.

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“This is the place? Are you sure?” Wanda finally said, she didn't want to break the moment but she didn't understand what was happening. “Did you bring me all the way to the Catskills to kill me or something?”

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“Of course not, you dummy.” Natasha laughed and shook her head without taking her eyes off the road. “Y/N told me where I should drop you off and that's what I'll do.”

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“Y/N told you to bring me here? Was everything planned?” Wanda asked surprised, her best friend hadn't told her anything about the plan and she pretended all day. “What do you know about all this?”

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“My mouth is closed.” Natasha drove for another two minutes and then . Around them there was only a road and a cabin in front. “This is as far as I get.”

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“What?”

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The banging on the window made Wanda turn quickly, now looking how Y/N smiled and waved. She looked so beautiful that Wanda didn't even have time to say anything else to Nat, she just got out of the car when Y/N opened the door for her.

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“You look amazing.” Wanda muttered dumbfoundedly, looking at the love of her life.

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“Thank you, you look as beautiful as always. I love the hair, wow.” Y/N smiled charmingly, giving her a small bouquet of flowers that she chose for her. But the most beautiful detail was that it had been one of every flower she gave Wanda since the day they met. “This is for you.”

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“Oh, Y/N… this is so…” Wanda's heart was about to burst when she leaned down to kiss her girlfriend's lips. “Thank you, detka.”

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The brunette sighed deeply knowing what was coming so without further ado, she took out a black bandana from her jacket. “But that's not all... you need to take this.”

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Frowning, Wanda smiled somewhat amused. “I don't think it's for what I imagine.”

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“Mh, maybe later.”

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“Ugh, I still hear you!” Natasha yelled from the car.

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They both laughed; Y/N settled behind her so she could cover her eyes.

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“Is it really necessary, detka? What are you up to?”

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“It’s a surprise.”

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“What if I trip and hurt myself?” Wanda pouted.

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“I'll take you, you just trust me.” Y/N watched as Wanda wrinkled her nose. “Without this, there’s no surprise.”

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Knowing that she couldn't do anything about it, Wanda accepted to cover her eyes. She hoped it was all worth it, because her heart beat harder with each step, not knowing what would happen at the end of the road.

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They walked together for perhaps two minutes, Wanda's senses sharpened and allowed her to hear some birds singing, and some murmurs she couldn't understand. The scent in the air seemed to be raspberry candles, her favorite ones which made her smile widely.

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Y/N led Wanda a few more feet until they stopped. Slowly and carefully, the brunette removed the blindfold so that she could finally look around her.

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A beautiful lakefront view and the trees behind them made a beautiful landscape, the sun hidding behind the mountains gave them a colorful sunset.

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The fresh breeze from the lake meant a new beginning. The place dimly lit by candles and warm lights.

But what surprised her the most was finding herself face to face with Y/N, who was watching her with incredible devotion.

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Around them were the people closest to her life. Those who really loved her were present.

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“What is this?” Wanda whispered astonished.

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“Well... I don't really know how to define it.” Y/N started looking around. “I think the best definition I can give you is a… this is a huge hug full of love.”

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“Detka?” Wanda looked up, hoping it was what she thought.

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“I was thinking for a long time how to do it.” The brunette sighed deeply, taking Wanda’s hand. Hearts that intertwine, as their fingers once more. “When I was a kid I heard about this, many times. Not from my family because…it wasn't the best example, you know. Where my family comes from is…something special. It doesn't have just one meaning, I think it has many."

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Y/N bit her bottom lip nervously, how many times she memorized what to say? And now she felt like a dumb shy little girl in front of her first love.

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“So, first I want to ask you something.” Y/N cleared her throat. “Do you love me?”

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Wanda let out a little tearful giggle due to emotion. “Of course I love you, you dummy.”

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“You know that I love you with all my heart, and I know that you deserve all the best in this world.” Y/N sighed heavily and turned around, watching as Pietro walked towards them. He looked really handsome, in a gray suit and a white shirt. Those green eyes seemed to shine looking at the happiness on his sister's face. In his hands he held an orange ribbon.

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“Pietro? What is all this?”

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“You’ll see soon.” Pietro smiled.

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“This one, well… it's called handfasting. For those who don't know orange means kindness, encouragement, attraction. Umh, also means warmth, something that reminds me a lot of you…” Y/N said as Pietro tied the orange ribbon in their intertwined hands.

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“Which is something that will never be missing in your lives. This union between your hearts will always be always cheerful…” Pietro smiled looking into his sister's eyes. “I'm so proud of you, little sister.”

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Feeling the tears want to escape, Wanda just smiled at him. “Don't be fooled, I’m the oldest.”

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Giggling, Pietro finished tying the ribbon and walked away to make way for Kate, who was holding another ribbon in her hands but this time it was yellow.

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“Yellow means confidence, joy, harmony. What is necessary to maintain this beautiful relationship, all this time that we have been together, those things were never lacking.” Y/N smiled at her best friend, nodding for her to continue now.

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Feeling the tears want to escape, Wanda just smiled at him. “Don't be fooled, I’m the oldest.”

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Giggling, Pietro finished tying the ribbon and walked away to make way for Kate, who was holding another ribbon in her hands but this time it was yellow.

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“Yellow is also a symbol of light, like the sun, so warm, you know?” Kate babble in that adorable way as she tied the ribbons; she was wearing a beautiful black suit that looked too good on her. “Your love will always shine with a heavenly and unique light, like a… beacon of hope to those in sorrow.”

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Y/N noticed how Wanda tried not to cry but every second it became more difficult. Kate couldn't help herself and hugged them quickly before walking away as Natasha approached. That dress made her look like a goddess, but not too much to overshadow the night.

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“Red, your color... Red means passion, strength, lust and… fertility?” Y/N giggled, as did those around them. “Something that we will never lack is passion and I think that since we have known each other that has never been lacking. So I don't think that's a problem for the rest of our lives.”

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“And what would we be without passion, right? ” Natasha raised an eyebrow and went over to tie that red ribbon. “Wanda… You've been my best friend for so long, I can't remember my life without you. When we were two girls at school, you were the first girl I'd ever met who came from another place. Like me.”

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Natasha sighed deeply to be able to say those words without getting all emotional. “And even though we've been through a lot together, this is the first time where I've really seen you happy. I see you safe, because I know that you have someone who will fight for you forever and who will never leave you alone. Besides, I'm going to break her face if she hurts you.”

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“Hey.” Y/N complained and everyone laughed. But Wanda couldn't take it anymore, tears began to fall.

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“I love you, Wands. I love seeing you so happy.” Natasha smiled happily and hugged her for a moment before walking away, giving way to her girlfriend. Jules was wearing a gorgeous wine-colored suit.

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“Blue means fidelity, tranquility, patience, devotion, sincerity.” Y/N started again. Jules came closer showing that blue ribbon, intertwining it carefully. “Something that identifies us too much. The devotion I feel for you is something I have never felt, and will never feel again. The peace you give me, every day. The patience with which we decide to solve our daily stuff, trying to calm down and be patient.”

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“Devotion, love and peace is what I’ve seen in my friend since she saw you again.” Jules sighed deeply, nervous but happy. “Fidelity is something that I know will always be between you, not only as a couple but as partners, as friends. Because from the time I've known Y/N, I've never seen her so in love and whipped since she's with you. Thank you for that, thank you for giving her back that cute heart when you came back. Because you are her heart, and It wasn't easy for Y/N to be without you. I wish you to be strong, because your love will never break. That you may be at peace and believe in each other. My wish today is you both may be steadfast and your union unbroken.”

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Y/N and Wanda nodded. The dark haired woman couldn't help but shed a small tear when listening to her friend.

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“Thank you, Jules.” Wanda whispered, sniffing trying to calm herself but her crying came back as soon the twins approached them. They both wore two adorable suits, although Billy was more elegant and Tommy was wilder.

Definitely Pietro and Monica helped.

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“Purple means healing, health, strength, power, piety, sentimentality.” Y/N winked at the twins who were tying the ribbon between their hands.

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“Hi, mom.” They both greeted at the same time. “You look beautiful.”

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“Hi, babies.” Wanda sobbed. “You look so elegant. I feel so lucky to be your mom.”

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“You look amazing.” Billy smiled widely. “We really like to see you happy and we know that Y/N makes you feel that way. She loves us, takes care of us and makes us laugh. We also love her very much.”

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“We love you too, mom.” Tommy nodded. “We will always support you and wish you to be happy. Also, Y/N is the coolestl! Always agree to play video games with us! And when we feel sick, she takes care of us. Telling us stories before we sleep, and makes us feel better.”

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They laughed and watched as the kids walked together and settled next to Pietro and Monica, now the one who cried was the brunette.

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“Okay, it's hard not to cry like a baby right now.” Y/N giggled and wiped away a tear. “Green means fertility, again. What the hell did they have with all the colors meaning fertility?”

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With a green ribbon in her hands, Monica came to them with a kind smile as always.

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“Also means charity and generosity, that you may share of yourselves freely. Green is symbolic of new beginnings, that your union may be nourishing and healing, and your happiness abundant. Green will always be the color of hope.”

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The one who came to them now was Yelena, who seemed somewhat nervous but undoubtedly very sure of what she would say. She was wearing a black dress to match her beloved Kate Bishop.

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“Hello, Wanda Maximoff. Y/N Y/L/N.” The russian blonde said with that thick accent, looking for the best way to express her feelings. Something in which she always been a bit clumsy.

Yelena cleared her throat.

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“The black one means strength, empowerment, wisdom, vision, success. That your union may flow and fill you to your depths.” Yelena took the black ribbonand tied it carefully. “I have known you both for a long time. Wanda, you’re like a sister to me, you’ve always been by my side and Natasha's all our lives.”

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She swallowed and tried to keep from tearing up. Especially when Wanda and Y/N kept crying very moved.

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“I've seen your best and worst times…even the worst changing diapers for those little brats over there.” Yelena teased making them laugh. “And I've met Y/N in college, when we were two crazy people who could barely make it to class, filled with so much coffee. But I … I remember Y/N always had two things on her mind: to be a good doctor and help people... and someone to share madness and love with.”

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The blonde smirked slightly. “I’m so happy to be here… see you fulfill your dream. I love you both. So, please Wanda, say yes, I don't want to kick your as again.”

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Yelena walked away and this time Darcy approached, one of Wanda's close friends and partner. A gorgeous, impulsive but very smart woman.

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“Well, the truth is that I don't really like being the center of attention but… Y/N insisted a lot.” She rolled her eyes clearly teasing.

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Wanda gave a tearful giggle.

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“The pink ribbon means unity, honor, truth, romance, happiness.” The blue-eyed girl took the pink ribbon and entwined it in the girls' hands, making a pretty bow. “I have always seen you that way, completely united by such a sincere and beautiful love. Which I must admit gives me a nice healthy envy.” She laughed. “Like pink blossoms, means soothing and healing hearts. Symbolic of love, this love may be filled with eternal love. The truth is that I never believed in love, much less for myself, but you both… you showed me that it can beautiful and true. I've been watching you both for the last year, and the love you two have is real.”

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She smiled at them once more before three very handsome men came to them. They each wore a different suit, but they definitely had a unique style.

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“Hello, ladies. You look wonderful… I'm glad to be with you today.” With a charming smile, Sam approached with a white ribbon. “White, is symbolic of clean beginnings. A new one between you both, you have overcome great obstacles and we should all learn from it. Also means purity, concentration, meditation, peace. May your love be filled with peace and reconciliation.”

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Bucky moved forward so he could tie the silver colored ribbon, his eyes showed so many emotions but as always, he tried to hide them with a smile for his friends.

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“After five years of being by your side, Y/N, I know that you have waited for this woman every day and knowing that she will be with you the rest of your days makes me feel so happy for you, my friend. Wanda, I know you're going to love her with all your heart because I can see it in your eyes. You complement each other, I’m glad to have witnessed your union one more time.” Bucky tied that ribbon carefully. “The silver means treasure, values, creativity, inspiration. Silver, means wisdom, this love may be filled with wise choices. May your love weather every storm in this life.”

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Bucky moved away from them not without giving both a short hug. Steve nodded, being the last one as he approached with a ribbon as golden as his hair.

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“And finally, the last but not the least…” Steve grinned and hugged them both before continuing. “The Golden one means energy, wealth, intelligence, longevity. Also means wisdom, that as you grow in age you may grow in insight. I wish, with all my heart, this love be a treasure of happiness and a joy to you… Always and forever.”

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When Steve finished and walked away, Wanda was unable to speak. She turned to see Y/N who was watching her with unique love and devotion, although Y/N also tried to remain calm and not burst into tears.

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“Wanda Maximoff…” Y/N began, caressing her hand. Now they were tied together by many ribbons of different colors. “Since I met you my life changed completely. I was… completely fascinated with the woman you are, gawking.”

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Wanda was lost in her eyes, so in love. A look full of emotion, curiosity and a lot of sincere love.

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“I felt for a long time that I was never going to be enough for you because, look at you, you are incredible.” Y/N sighed deeply, trying not to let her voice tremble when she saw those big green eyes and not succumb to them.

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“But then I spent five years without you, five years where I grew up to see a world without you. Many here have lived it, a world much grayer, darker and sadder.”

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Wanda didn't say anything, just tried to listen to Y/N, fighting against the urge to go and kiss her a lot.

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“You’re my whole world, you’re my life and you’re my love. I am completely proud of the person you are, how kind you are when you talk to anyone, even if you don't even know them. You always treat everyone with respect and equally.”

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Y/N smiled widely. She didn't need to remember a big ass speech, just say what was on her heart. What she thought every day when she woke up next to Wanda or watched her make breakfast.

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“I love your accent, that Sokovian accent that sometimes fades into an American one, but always comes back. Oh, how much I love when you call me detka.” Y/N smiled seeing Wanda Maximoff’s happy smile in front of her. She was about to take her breath away once more.

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“That is why, after all this, I want to ask you if you want to strengthen this love. I know you've been married before, old-fashioned white dress, church and all… And I know you have a past, and I don't mean to take that away from you. What I want is to take your hand and give us an opportunity to show you all my love. It doesn't have to be soon, it can be in months, in a year, or ten. I just want to ask…” Y/N took a deep breath and smiled: “Wanda Maximoff, do you want to be my forever? Will you marry me?”

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Y/N waited almost a second until Wanda just said:

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“YES.” Wanda screamed excited. “Yes, yes, I want to marry you. Today, tomorrow, thousands of times if necessary.”

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“Oh, thank all the gods.”

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The sokovian nodded quickly and ended the distance to kiss her lover's lips, they couldn't hug each other but both joined their bodies to be as close as possible.

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“We’re getting married!” Wanda exclaimed excitedly once they pulled away from the kiss.

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“Yes, we are!” Y/N said in the same way, laughing loudly. Everyone was clapping happily and cheering for the engagement of those two, two souls that met again, always fighting against whatever was put in front of them.

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Wanda finally allowed herself to cry with joy. “Oh my God! I don't know how we'll top this! This is so amazing... I love you so much, Y/N. So much.”

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“I love you, Wands.” Y/N tucked a brown lock behind her love's ear and gazed at her lovingly. “We will find out together. Like everything… always together.”

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 25

chapter 43:

1. “There wasn't an outcry of excitement and delight for what's to come. Instead, the crowd was fucking furious . People were sobbing; people were yelling in protest; people were looking at Victors that were supposed to be safe and raging that they no longer were.”

good. make people finally realize that the games are not okay. make the hallow angry

2. “and now Regulus knows what Remus sounds like when he weeps. It's heart-rending.”

3. 😭😭 most of the tributes/victors not using the fighting space is so real. they’re all just done. they’re not even gonna train. they’ve done this all before and came out for either the better or the worse

4. this is heartbreaking. sirius is going into the arena and thinks he’s saying goodbye to james forever, the same way it was last games, except with james going in. i can’t do this.

(i would like to interject and say i am not criticizing this fic in any way. i am not upset with the author in any way. i’m just dramatic and expressing emotions. whatever direction zar takes with this fic is his choice and we should not be angry at him)

5. why is it always “i love you” and never “”I'm as temperamental as the ocean, and just the same, I'm at your mercy. Give me a ship, and I will wreck it at your command."” -sirius

6. i love how sirius has a safe space to try things with remus

7. 🩷🩷🩷 i love playful wolfstar (sirius telling remus he can do the thing where he can climb a person and wrap his thighs around their head)

8. “Asher, in contrast, poisoned a water supply and killed everyone off that way; her games lasted two days, and she came out entirely unscathed.” holy shit. quick and efficient. i don’t know if that’s better or worse for her sanity

9. 😧 i had no idea that sirius had the highest kill count period. the next person with a high kill count only has NINE people. sirius killed TWELVE holy shit. no wonder he’s so confident

10. “The Hallows love all the members from the Black family. We're their favorites. The most entertaining," Sirius explains, wrinkling his nose. "It's because we're all fucking mental. Makes for a good show. They love the drama, no doubt, and there's no family more dramatic than ours."”

sirius is so real for that. it’s good to know that they’re still insane in this universe and famous for being so.

11. “He shuts the door gently, locks it, and goes to start a bath. At least there, when he cries, he can lie to himself about why.”

real tears coming out of my eyes rn

12. DORCAS FREAKING MEADOWS YALL <3333333333 she’s gonna break into the arena and i love her

13. lily activating flight mode when dorcas said she loved her 😭😭😭

chapter 44:

1. “-brief depiction of violence (you'll probably like it, bc it's james” -authors note 😭😭😭

2. james fucking knocking lucius over with his cane is top tier

3. “”Frankly, you look like you got into a fight with a vacuum and are ridiculously pleased about it.””

4. “"James assaulted Lucius!" Pandora hisses. "Smacked him in the face with his cane."

"Oh, nice," Sirius says reflexively, then shrinks back when Pandora turns a withering glare on him. He coughs. "Sorry, no, I mean—oh no, James, how could you?"” BWAHAHHAHHA

5. “”After I stabbed you with a fork, I'm still the favorite?"

Bellatrix chuckles. "Oh, bygones and all that. Honestly, you could actually kill me, and I'd still like you better than Sirius. He's such an ungrateful, mouthy little shit. Besides, you were protecting your boyfriend. Sweet of you, really. It's cute."”

oh. she’s insane

6. oh. oh no. oh no. regulus is going to become a death eater. i- dnakjdksjsjsjsksk AHHHHHH NO

7. “”I hate you so fucking much," James chokes out, because that's the only explanation, that's all this can be. The words barely spill out of his mouth before he's catching Regulus' face in his hands and kissing him desperately, furiously, pathetically.”

WOOHOO! i honestly half saw it coming. perfection 😙💋 chefs kiss

8. 😭😭 james rips reg’s shirt off so hard that a button flies off

9. “All he says is, "Well? Don't you recognize a parting gift when you see one?"” 😧 my jaw is on the fucking floor. holy fucking shit. holy fucking shit holy fucking shit oh my god oh my god that’s an INSANE thing to say

10. “James had explained, flatly, that they had ill-advised hate-sex” real

11. i love the regulus/katniss parallels that are always made in the evaluations. i especially like the “hallow is hollow” note he left in the rugs

12. 👁️👄👁️ sirius my boy, what are you doing? HES UNBUTTONING HIS SHIRT AS A SHOW OF DEFIANCE. holy shit

13. “Look at me, Sirius thinks. Look at me and see who I belong to. Not you. Never you. I belong to me, and I've given myself to him, and there's nothing you can do about it.”

good for him

14. “When the evaluation scores come out, Sirius gets the lowest out of everyone, the lowest possible score to get, a score that no other tribute in history has ever gotten before him, and when he sees it, amongst everyone else's dismay, he laughs.” LMAO GOOD FOR HIM

15. “Sirius got the lowest ever in history.” LMAOOO STILL LOSING MY MIND

16. “The parting gifts are not great, as it turns out. They hurt quite a bit, emotionally speaking. Regulus is greedy for more anyway.” 😙✌️ regulus can’t stand to receive the cards he dealt

17. 😐 reg really did join the death eaters. i. hm.

18. “"You know, every Black who has gone into the arena always made it back out. This will be the first time that doesn't happen.”” oh shit. that’s wild. they really are a force to be reckoned with

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #dorcas meadowes #remus lupin #crimson rivers #dorcas mention #lily mention!!!!!

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chuuyaandreaderkilldazai · 1 month

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Ranking JJK Characters I Don't Like

Ranging from mild dislike (14) to LOATHE WITH EVERY INCH OF MY BEING (1).

14. Mai: I don't hate her. I sympathize with her. I just wish she wasn't the way she is.

13. Junpei: I do have compassion for him, but ... school shooter vibes. Not a fan.

12. Noritoshi: Bad vibes.

11. Toji: Bad dad. And he's so nosy, too. Why does he always insert himself into situations with his fists swinging? Actually, now that I think about it, that's kind of iconic behavior. But all it ever really did was create more problems. If he had never inserted himself into the plot, Geto would have probably never turned mass-murderer-cult-leader--WE COULD HAVE HAD EVERYTHING. So it's a pass for me. Also, his haircut is off-putting for reasons I cannot articulate. It's like one day in middle school he got a haircut and just never changed up the style ever again.

10. Jogo: Ugly.

9. Uraume: Character design: slay. Helping Sukuna: not slay.

8. Like every adult from the Zenin clan: BECAUSE THEY SUCK.

7. Tengen: Old and entitled.

6. Kenjaku: Old and entitled part two. What gives him the right?

5. Sukuna: Horrid, nasty man. I feel like I shouldn't have to elaborate.

4. Ui Ui: Annoying. Literally, why are you even here?

3. Mei Mei: First of all, how am I supposed to take you seriously with that stupid braid hanging in front of your face? From the very instant her character was introduced, I did not like her, but I thought maybe I was being a woman hater for no reason, so I really did try to tolerate her. But when we finally saw that scene in season two. PRISON!!! I was right. She's the worst. We are not gonna ignore that. Check her files.

2. That thing with the blond side ponytail: I hate him so much I don't even know his name. I don't care to know it. I would say why do you as a man look like that, but honestly why do you as a HUMAN BEING look like that? Why do you act like that? Why are you skipping around wearing a poorly made DIY toga? Whole nip is hanging out, and no one asked to see that. Why are you HOLDING HANDS with your blade? Freak. There is something so intrinsically, inherently, ONTOLOGICALLY wrong with him, you can't even blame it on childhood trauma or a personality disorder. The only time I ever supported Sukuna was when he bullied this emaciated Jo Jo Siwa lookin' thing in Shibuya.

Mahito: I hate him so much. I hate him more than I've ever hated any character. I actually lose the ability to speak coherently when I think about him because I hate him so much. I think it's so cringe when try-hard dudes say, "When I'm angry all I see is red." But when I think about Mahito it really is like blood and pure rage cloud my vision. He is literally the embodiment of if you gave an edge lord psychopathic eleven year old the power to kill people. "Wee, I'm so powerful and killing people is just SoooOoOoOoOOOo much fun!!" SHUT UP!!!!!!!! SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!! YOU ARE NOT FUNNY. YOU ARE NOT CUTE. YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL IN ANY WAY. He is genuinely the most irritating character I have ever come across. And as the story progresses, he just gets worse. What do you mean he can duplicate himself? Now we have to deal with TWO of this wretched creature? What do you mean he can be decapitated AND HIS HEAD WILL SPROUT LIMBS AND SPRINT AWAY? STOOOOOOOOOP. AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHAT HAPPENED TO NANAMI--I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT. Mahito is such a nasty, slithy, bothersome, despicable, nauseating little cockroach. "Yuji, you and I are the same." Huh? You thought you did something there, didn't you? You thought you ate and came up with some kind of deep, revolutionary concept? It's giving pretentious philosophy dude who thinks he's superior for being a little contrarian, nihilistic Nietzsche butt licker. When Yuji finally humbled him, I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed seeing the fear in his eyes. For one brief, fleeting moment, I could finally understand what sadists must feel like. Honestly, we deserved to watch him suffer, and I wish he would have suffered far more for far longer. Rot in anguish, Mahito. You will not be missed nor forgiven.

#long time no see #life been lifing #i need surgery :(#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #mai zenin #junpei yoshino #noritoshi kamo #toji fushiguro #jogo #uruame #tengen jjk #kenjaku #ryomen sukuna #ui ui #mei mei #mahito #hater

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gam4raa · 2 months

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Hiiiiii It's me again I have an idea for a hurt/comfort prompt maybe 5 "I got you don't worry" with hurt Gamora, what do you think? Ofc if you have time! Don't rush and no pressure of course 💞

"I got you, don't worry"

The Guardians were attending to a complicated mission.

Everyone had to split up, Groot with Rocket and Mantis, Drax with Peter, and Gamora alone. She had told them that she could handle it, and even though Peter was hesitant he eventually agreed.

Gamora had to kill some guards to get through the gate and then enter the building to turn off the bomb. All that in 30 minutes.

She had faith in herself of course she could handle it, and everyone thought so. Peter would be on the other side distracting the rest of them.

Thirteen Minutes

“Alright guardians this may be dangerous so let's put on our mean f-” He was cut off by Drax. “You say that every time!” He protested.

“And it gets dangerous every time.” Peter added.

Gamora unbuckled her seat belt and stood up. “We don't have time for this. Rocket you have to go now, and pause the timing.” She said coldly before grabbing her com and sticking it on her top.

Rocket placed Groot on his shoulder. “I'll see you there.” He mumbled and left.

Peter went over to Gamora and squeezed her hand mouthing a "be careful" to her. She nodded her head and exited the ship.

Twenty Minutes

“I'm outside the gate.” Said Gamora into her com. She had to fight with the guards to get in. Rocket was trying to pause the timing before the bomb exploded. “How much time do I have?” She said.

“Nineteen minutes.” Said Rocket.

“Good- For God's sake that is disgusting!” Gamora protested. “What?” Asked Peter, clearly confused. “That specie is bleeding through the eyes. Nice guard.” She said in a disgusting tone.

Fifteen Minutes

“Gamora? Gamora come in!” Peter yelled into his communicator.

Peter scoffed. “Be quick. Please. Twelve minutes left.”

“You think I won't make it? You have no faith in me Starlord.” She teased.

Nine Minutes

“Where are you?!” Rocket yelled.

“I'm coming! I got into trouble, nothing too serious!” Gamora answered. Even though she wasn't panting it was clear that she was running.

Seven Minutes

“We might have a problem.” Mantis said terrified.

Peter turned on his com. “What do you mean?”

“I can't stop the timer Quill.” Rocket grunted.

“Shit,” Peter hissed. “Where's Gamora?”

Rocket immediately answered. “Hell if I knew! She should've been here by now!” Groot was clinging on Rockets fur.

Five Minutes

“Gamora you have to return back!” Drax yelled. “Huh? I'm almost there!” She said, confused. How much time did she have left?

Three minutes

“You won't make it in time get out of there!” Peter screamed. “You have less than three minutes, Mora please leave!”

Gamora continued running. “I can make it!”

One and a half Minute.

Gamora was starting to realize she didn't have time. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. One minute.

“I'm coming to get you stay right where you are!” Peter told her. “No! I'm running back stay put Peter!” She argued.

Thirty Seconds

“Gamora!”

She was close. So close to the exit. She ran as fast as she could, damn the mission, she thought. “I'm coming I'm so cl--,”

A loud bang was heard inside from the building. Time was off. The bomb had exploded. Gamora was inside. Gamora was inside.

“No, no, no, no, no Rocket track her down! Gamora can you hear me?” Peter yelled desperately.

“I'm trying! Her locator doesn't work!” He said.

Peter let out a frustrated grunt. “Damn it.” He whispered and ran off. He was going to find her. She was alive. She was. “Peter!” Mantis yelled.

“Quill it's been fifteen minutes,” Said Drax.

“I don't give a shit, I'm going to find her!” That's when he heard a cough. A small, weak one. “Gamora!” He ran to her.

She was bleeding through her clothes. Her leg had been stabbed by a blade from a dead guard while she was trying to get out. Her head was bleeding too. She must've hit it when the bomb exploded.

Peter lifted her into his arms, his eyes full with unshed tears. She cried in pain when he lifted her but she tried to protest, thinking that he didn't have to carry her. She knew that she couldn't walk by herself but when she tried to push him away with the only strength she had left he whispered, “I got you, don't worry.” And pressed his forehead against hers.

She didn't try protesting a second time. She couldn't. She continued to cough and whine whenever Peter picked up pace.

“I'm ruining your jacket,” She managed to say.

“It was never my favorite anyway.” He smiled at her. He had to be strong for once. She was always strong for him and he had to do the same for her.

A few hours later Gamora was taken back to the Nova Corps to treat her wounds. She was back at the ship in no time.

She was laying in bed, the one she shared with Peter while he was showering.

A few moments later he came out of the shower and smiled at the sight of her in his shirt. “How are you feeling?” He asked and rubbed her good arm. “Better.” she said softly. “Thank you for taking care of me, you didn't have to,” She didn't get to finish her sentence before Peters lips were pressed on hers in a soft kiss.

“Don't scared me like that again... I don't know what I'd do without you.” He whispered and wrapped his arms around her carefully.

“I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I thought that I could get out.” Gamora said her voice full of regret.

Peter shook his head quickly. “Shh, hell no, don't ever be sorry.” He said soothing her while his hand was moving in circles on her back.

“I love you.” She said. The loudest thing she could manage to say since she got out of the hospital.

Peter let out a watery laugh and settled down next to her. “I love you too.”

They'd be alright.

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I'm so sorry for not writing this sooner! This is by far my bigger fic and probably my favorite one. Thank you for the suggestion, hope you like it! <3

#starmora #gamora #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #gotg vol 3 #mcu #peter quill #marvel #marvel fic #gotg fic

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shanastoryteller · 2 years

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Happy Pride! Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I would do dastardly things for a continuation of the WWX and JYL return with the kids after being supposed dead. If that doesn't spark joy, anything untamed would be amazing. Thank you so much!! I hope you have a wonderful month

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Jiang Yanli lets her sect effulge her, reaching out her arms for anyone that's straining toward her. The Lan are hanging back, Lan Wangji staring intently at A-Xian as if they're fifteen again, but her brother is too busy being sat on and scolded by a half dozen senior disciples to notice. She cheerfully shoves A-Ling towards his sect brothers and sisters.

He may carry his father's name, but he's still her son, still raised by her and A-Xian. He can't be anything but Jiang.

Too much Jin influence is what had scared her so badly thirteen years ago, after all.

When everyone starts to calm and she's wiped a dozen tearful faces, she catches A-Xian's eye.

He nods, jerking his heads toward the house before shouting to gather the disciples attention on him so she can slip away.

She's so happy to see them all again. But someone is missing.

Jiang Yanli steps slowly through the walls of Lotus Pier. She's looking for what's changed, but it's depressingly little. They are a clan of change, like the ever flowing water of their rivers, and it worries her.

A dam can either make a lake or a swamp.

She steps into the family shrine and sees exactly what she expects to - A-Cheng sitting there, so stiffly that it has to be uncomfortable. "I thought I'd find you here."

He flinches and she's glad that his back is to her so he can't see her mirror it.

"You couldn't stand guilt when we were kids," she murmurs, stepping forward in a way that makes her skirts drag against the floor so it's easy for him to know exactly where she is. "It's why A-Xian's messes used to stress you out so much. Once you were caught, you rushed to be punished because it let you breathe a little easier. No matter how harsh Mother was with you, you always felt better once it was over."

"What sort of punishment does one deserve for killing his family?" A-Cheng asks bitterly. "I've never been able to decide."

Jiang Yanli won't cry. Tears won't help her now. "It was my idea."

His shoulders tense.

"A-Xian saved me. He didn't have a plan beyond that. It was my idea to steal away A-Ling, to fake our deaths, and to run. I was so scared over what had happened, over how close it had all been and how Koi Tower wasn't safe. I was terrified and A-Ling was so young and I couldn't keep myself safe, never mind my son. So I asked A-Xian to run away with me, to someplace I could raise my child without terror. There was fear, still, but it was a manageable weight." She pauses. "It saved all our lives, in more ways than one, and I never would have done it if I'd known you wouldn't get our letters, if I'd known what it would do with you. I would rather live with my terror than your grief."

He jerks, finally turning to face her. His eyes are red.

"What punishment am I owed for abandoning and tormenting my little brother?" she continues, throat tight. "I will take it. I will accept it threefold. I said that we were supposed to be together forever, and I left you behind. I didn't do it on purpose. I thought you were reading our letters. I thought you were still with us, just further away, and I was wrong."

"A-jie!" he says harshly, then doesn't seem to know where to go from there.

She smooths trembling hands over his shoulders, trying to keep it together. "I love you, A-Cheng. A-Xian loves you. We've missed you so much, but we've had each other, and you've been alone. You're not responsible for our deaths, but we're responsible for your loneliness. How will you punish us?"

"A-JIE!" he shouts, pushing himself to his feet so he can tower over her. "Stop - don't - I would never-"

She moves then, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her forehead to his chest.

He still doesn't hug her back, but his chest shakes with silent sobs that even now he can't fully let out.

It's progress.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #uggabuggawugga #fantastic username #untamed

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imekitty · 1 year

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Danny confronts Vlad about the graveyard of clones.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21

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Vlad's vision was starting to get fuzzy. He grabbed a bottle of eye drops and squeezed a couple drops into each eye before continuing to type up his notes and calculations.

It had been a very long day. Calling on Valerie to catch and bring Danielle to him, delivering the twenty-sixth clone to Maddie and Jack via ghost portal, collecting Danielle's mid-morph DNA when she arrived, orchestrating a showdown with Danny and Valerie so they could stabilize Danielle's ecto-DNA and rescue her, allowing Valerie to see him transform into his Plasmius alter ego because Maddie wanted to see if she and Danny would form an alliance—he was simply exhausted.

He was in his main cloning lab now, in a remote location far outside Amity Park. He kept glancing at his ghost portal, wishing he could use it to get to his home mansion and turn in for the night.

But he had work to finish first. Maddie was counting on him to begin cloning Danielle as soon as possible.

So he stretched his back and then hunched over his desk again to type some more.

And then Danny Phantom phased in through the wall. Vlad jumped up in response, his heart pounding.

This wasn't planned. Maddie hadn't somehow sent Danny here without telling him, had she?

"Daniel!" Vlad glanced over at a few screens showing live security camera footage all around this particular property, but he couldn't remember seeing any movement. Had he been so engrossed in his work that he didn't even notice Danny was here? "I didn't see you—I guess I wasn't paying attention—"

Danny landed on the floor and remained in ghost form, his gloved fists clenching as he stared at Vlad, panting. He looked to be on the verge of tears.

"Daniel?" Vlad frowned and approached him. "Is everything all right, little badger?"

"No," said Danny. "Everything is not all right."

Vlad waited, studying Danny's every movement closely. Danny pulled in a deep, shaky breath and lifted his chin, puffing out his chest slightly, but Vlad could see just how much he was breaking up inside.

"What have you been doing?" demanded Danny, his voice not as strong as his stance. "Those bodies I found." He pointed off to the side. "They're clones, aren't they? Clones of me."

Vlad's stomach sank, because he knew exactly what was in that direction Danny was pointing to: the fenced-in plot where he was keeping the dead clones for further study according to Maddie's instructions. The graveyard, as he often called it, though Maddie preferred to call it the clone body farm.

"Why do you have so many dead clones out there?" Danny looked over Vlad's shoulder and marched up to one of the screens, pointing to one that displayed a shot of the graveyard with a night vision filter. "There! It's right there. You can't pretend it's not true."

Vlad sighed. "Daniel—"

"What have you been doing to them?" Danny turned back to Vlad. "To me?"

Vlad thought for a very long moment. Normally he would call up Maddie and ask for her input, but there was no time for that now. He had to decide on his own the most convincing lie to tell Danny.

"I suppose there's no use hiding it anymore," he said slowly, carefully. "I've been cloning you for…experimental purposes. I am a scientist, as you know. Ghost research has always been my passion."

"But me?" Danny's eyes edged with tears. "I thought you wanted to clone me to—to be your son, not so you could experiment on me and kill me."

"Daniel, please listen—"

"And what kind of experiment is this?" Danny pointed to the graveyard footage. "What are you doing with all these dead clones now?"

"I am studying how they decompose," said Vlad. "I have prepared them in different ways and left them in various environments to study the different phases of decay for each. Some have been embalmed, some have not. Some are frozen, others are in an indoor location protected from the elements, but most are out above ground in that fenced-in area you came across."

"Some? Most?" Danny's eyes flashed. "Exactly how many are there, Vlad?"

Vlad coughed, stalling for a quick second as he debated lying or not. "Twenty-five," he said eventually, deciding to be at least partly truthful. There were in fact twenty-five clone bodies here on his property.

"Twenty-five," Danny echoed. He crossed his arms and glared at Vlad. "Prove it. Prove that's all there is."

Vlad cocked a brow. "Prove it? And how do you want me to do that?"

Danny looked around. "Your computer." He marched over to Vlad's computer. "I know you keep notes about these things. Show me your notes for the clones."

Vlad's gut knotted. "Daniel, I don't think—"

"Now, Vlad," spat Danny. "Show me right now before I destroy this whole lab."

"Daniel, please, this equipment is very expensive."

"You're rich."

"Well, yes, but—"

"And you've been using it to torture and kill me twenty-five times. There is no way I'm letting you do it a twenty-sixth."

They stared each other down for a moment. Vlad considered transforming right then, knocking Danny out and returning him to Maddie to ask what was to be done with him now.

But Danny had gotten so strong over the past couple years, and Vlad knew he had no defense if Danny chose to unleash that ghastly wail of his.

And even if he could knock Danny out before he used his wail, Maddie would be furious if he harmed Danny without her permission, especially if he caused any significant or irreversible injuries.

With a big sigh, Vlad surrendered. Perhaps if he controlled what Danny saw in his notes, it would be fine. He just had to figure out some way to explain this to Danny, some way that Maddie would be pleased with.

Because if Maddie lost her access to the clones, Vlad didn't like to think about what she might do in retaliation.

He was already logged in to his account as he clicked to open the document containing details about the various clones. He typed in a password to open the protected file and kept a firm grip on the mouse as he scrolled through the information. Each clone description had a large red status indicator that read DECEASED.

"Clones 1 through 25," said Vlad. "See? That's all there is. And if you'd like, you can count the bodies on my property for yourself to make sure they're all here."

"Wait a minute." Danny seized the mouse with a quick jerk and scrolled to the end of the document, revealing the information for the twenty-sixth clone with a green status indicator that read ALIVE.

"Twenty-six," Danny murmured. "Where is he?" Danny pointed to the ALIVE status and glared at Vlad. "I knew you were lying. Where is clone 26?"

Vlad groaned and pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose. Shit, shit, shit.

"Is he here?" Danny looked around wildly. "What have you been doing to him?"

"Daniel—"

"Tell me where he is right now."

"Daniel, he's not here."

"Liar. You're always lying. Tell me where he is or I will tear this place apart until I find him."

"Daniel, I'm not lying. The twenty-sixth clone is not here."

"Then where is he?" Danny rounded on him with hard eyes. "Don't try to tell me you don't know. I know you know."

"Yes," said Vlad quietly. "I do."

"Where?"

Vlad tapped the screen, pointing out the description written for clone 26. "He's been delivered, Daniel. I delivered him myself earlier this afternoon, before the whole ordeal with Danielle."

Danny gawked at the description for a moment. "Where? Where did you deliver him? And to who?"

Vlad did not respond.

"To the Guys in White?" Danny gritted his teeth. "Have you been selling clones of me to the Guys in White so they can experiment on me?"

"No," said Vlad. "Although I certainly could've charged them a fortune for clones of Danny Phantom. But she was very much against that idea."

"She?" Danny's voice rose in pitch. "Who are you talking about?"

Vlad pressed his lips into a very thin line, knowing that there was no lie he could make up to fix this now. Even if he invented a name, Danny would not rest until he found out exactly where clone 26 went, and he'd be looking for all subsequent clones from then on.

Vlad always knew that the truth couldn't be kept from Danny forever. He just hadn't expected to be the one to tell him, certainly not this soon.

"Vlad." Danny was now shaking, his eyes clouding with tears. "Who did you deliver clone 26 to?"

Vlad couldn't bring himself to speak just yet. Danny turned back to the screen and clicked around until he found a text box labeled Instructions for clone 25. Vlad watched all the muscles in Danny's body tense and shiver as he read the text: Vocal cords were surgically removed, take care when handling and store in buffered formalin solution. Further special requests from Maddie include—

Danny gasped and stepped back, his hand clawing at his throat. He turned to Vlad, eyes wide with speechless horror.

Vlad looked down at the floor and shook his head.

"Clone 26 has been delivered to your mother," said Vlad.

Danny didn't even breathe in the silence that followed, a silence that sounded strangled, deafeningly mute.

"Cloning you was never my idea," continued Vlad. "Your mother asked me to clone you."

"No." Danny staggered backward a couple steps. "No. You're lying. She wouldn't do that. Why are you lying about this? Tell me the truth, Vlad."

"That is the truth, my boy," said Vlad, keeping a very serious face. "This was all her plan, all her design. I just did whatever she asked of me."

"What are you talking about? What design?" demanded Danny, sounding desperately pathetic.

"Daniel." Vlad gestured toward the lab door. "Perhaps we should go out to my sitting room. I can make us some tea—"

"No." Danny shook his head. "I don't want tea. Tell me here, tell me right now."

"Daniel—"

"I'm not leaving."

Vlad sighed. "Then perhaps you should take a seat in my desk chair there. You really should be sitting down for this."

"Quit stalling," Danny hissed. He leaned over a lab table, gripping the edge. "I don't need to sit. Just tell me what is going on."

Vlad tried to make eye contact, but Danny kept his eyes on the table. He never raised them as Vlad told him everything, about his parents being fully aware that Vlad was also a ghost hybrid, his mother's subsequent desire to create her own half-ghost specimen, how his mother then rigged the portal to give Danny his own ghost powers, how she, Jack, and Vlad were all behind the scenes of every ghost fight, every injury, every sleepless night and skipped class and guilty excuse for every absence and forgotten chore.

Vlad ended by revealing his mother's desire to dissect Danny, how she paid Vlad to clone him over and over so she could conduct the most torturous experiments on him while never actually harming her real son. And now she wanted clones of Danielle for a whole new line of experimentation.

Danny never said a word, never even moved. But Vlad could see him shaking, his tremors getting more and more violent and erratic as the narrative continued. And by the end, Vlad could hear him hyperventilating.

"Daniel?" Vlad spoke very gently now, extending a hand in his direction to calm him down. "Daniel, are you all right?"

Danny stumbled away from the lab table he had been leaning on. He staggered a few steps, his glowing green eyes unfocused with some maddening vision only he could see.

Then he collapsed to the floor on his knees and started screaming.

The sound waves destroyed everything, picking up a ghostly frequency that tore through the machines and computers, an eerie dissonance that flipped over tables, shattered beakers and flasks.

Vlad was thrown into a wall, breaking right through the plasterboard and cracking his leg against a stud. He could feel the frequency piercing his eardrums as Danny's ghostly wail continued.

And for a moment, he was sure he was going to die.

He had felt Danny's ghostly wail before but never like this. Danny's deep agony was almost palpable in this blaring siren of betrayal and despair. The pain sank beneath Vlad's skin and etched into his bones.

And when Danny's wail at last stopped and dissolved into sobs, the lab was completely devastated, including the ghost portal which was sparking uselessly. Vlad weakly lifted his head to look around. Danny was now on his knees in human form, his hands covering his face as he continued crying.

Vlad's head fell back against the floor as he allowed himself to pass out. And when he woke again, Danny was gone.

Vlad moaned as he pushed himself up, crawling through the ruined remains of his lab as he tried to locate his phone. But when he found it, it was shattered and splintered beyond use.

Vlad chortled and tossed the phone aside, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. His entire body throbbed with pain.

"Maddie is going to kill me," he muttered before passing out again.

Part 23

#danny phantom #vlad masters #danny fenton #planned au #imekitty writes #angst #horror

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jayz4dayz · 9 hours

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RWBY Volume 9 Was A Total Missed Opportunity:

Putting this out there right now. Volume 9 is by far my favorite volume of RWBY for many reasons which I will not be addressing in this post, but there are a few things that have been on my mind since it's been released where I feel the storyline went wrong and could have been something so much more meaningful for the character's story arcs and development.

Starting off with our main man or should I say our old man Jaune Arc. His presence throughout Vol. 9 felt out of place not just for his character, but also the way his development was handled didn't feel right in the slightest. Becoming a crazy old crackpot because he foolishly made bad decision after bad decision, completely altering and undoing a lot of his character's timeline, and turning into this sort of secondary antagonist for Team RWBY made no sense to me. The way he said so many out of pocket things throughout the different episodes, including completely crossing a line with Ruby and being insensitive towards her mental and emotional condition instead of showing genuine concern like he normally would have, made me cringe to where I wasn't enjoying what I was watching anymore. Not in a good way!

Here's how I would have done it:

Going back to the very end of volume 8 where we see Jaune running towards the portal and barely missing it by mere inches, followed by seeing him fall into the dark abyss and joining the same fate as Team RWBY and Neo. Instead of that, we see him jumping through the portal at the very last second and making it to Vacuo by the skin of his teeth. The others see him and question why he's alone and where Team RWBY was, only for him to go "Uh..." and then the screen cuts to black and the credits start rolling.

We're gonna skip the three year hiatus and jump right into the beginning of Vol. 9 where only Team RWBY and Neo have fallen into the Ever After. For the first few episodes leading up to the reveal of the Rusted Knight, I don't think much needs to change except for the fact that they won't ever encounter Jaune, but they will still encounter the Rusted Knight who, in this version, is someone that would have had the entire fandom shook to their core when the big reveal of the Rusted Knight's identity happened: Pyrrha.

Now, how would she get to this point, you might ask? Well, remember when she got pierced by Cinder's Arrow and her body seemed to disintegrate? This scene:

This death compared to all the other characters who were killed off was unique in the fact that there was no body left behind and it almost appeared her energy was transported to another place. Hmm, perhaps another realm such as the In Between or the Ever After? Why this happened, in my opinion, was because of the use of someone else's semblance. We know very little about Pyrrha's family and have only seen her mother on screen once, so we don't know much about her backstory or semblance either. However, if her semblance worked anything like Raven's to where she needed to be attached to someone in order for her semblance to work and transfer her loved ones to a safer location to escape a deadly threat, now we have something. What if her mom's semblance transported the body to another realm of her choice right before the moment of death? (I like to call it a "divine intervention" semblance.) If that's the case, then why wouldn't it make sense for a mother's love to send her daughter somewhere familiar and (relatively) safe and still accessible to Remnant? The Ever After was based on a children's tale that everyone knew growing up and Pyrrha being as smart as she is would instantly recognize where she was transported to. Maybe she had knowledge of her mother's semblance and knew this might have happened one day, or maybe not. I find the one scene her mother is in to be very interesting because while she was talking to Jaune, she had a very bitter-sweet attitude about it and almost talked as if she knew more than she let on, but I digress.

In the story's timeline, when Team RWBY arrives in the Ever After, Pyrrha would have been there already for a couple of years. That would have given her enough time to establish herself and explore the different acres because let's be real here, Pyrrha wouldn't have stumbled upon the time travel fruit and messed around with it like Jaune did, nor would she have focused all her energy into the people of the land even though she would protect them with her life if she had to, but at the end of the day, she was just trying to figure out a way home. Once she stumbles across Team RWBY, it would all make sense why the Tree didn't let her return to Remnant yet. By this point, I'm sure she would have encountered Alyx, Lewis, and the Curious cat, probably handled the situation a lot better than Jaune did, and give Team RWBY a cautionary tale about the Curious Cat in a way that wasn't bitter or vengeful. The bee's having their special moment still would have happened, the team's fallout with the Curious Cat still would have gone down, and then we get to the scene with Neo's Jabber Walker clones and Ruby has her mental breakdown and identity crisis. I don't see Pyrrha blaming Ruby for what happened to the Paper Pleasers despite her immense sorrow for the loss of her only friends she had during her time in the Ever After. Her experiences with the Paper Pleasers would have been way different too because there's no way she'd be a gold-hearted tyrant like Jaune was painted out to be. I do see Ruby blaming herself and still running off anyway because she feels like a burden and a failure as a leader. I didn't enjoy the way Jaune was the center of focus when Ruby was very clearly in a dangerous state of mind and I'm positive Pyrrha would have picked up on it right away and address it to Ruby's team after the fact and not go off on her for not doing enough.

Team RWPY would go on the search for Ruby and still find her in Neo's torture dungeon, which would have been just as painful to watch, especially from Pyrrha's point of view. Ruby having to watch Pyrrha die in Vol.3 and now she had to witness Ruby "die" in Vol. 9 is kind of a trippy coincidence that fits so well. The only difference being Pyrrha immediately taking the initiative to find Ruby before the cat does and the final battle being way more epic. Jaune certainly gained a lot of battle experience throughout the series, but Pyrrha was always ahead of him in that respect and without a doubt would have sharpened her skills to perfection while she was on her own in the Ever After. Ruby emerges as a new version of herself, they defeat the Curious Cat, Neo ascends, and all of the girls finally get to go home together, hand in hand.

I can even go as far as to say this would have made Vol. 9 Beyond so much better too. Picture it, Team RWBY and Pyrrha leaving the portal and the first person to see them is Jaune. The potential for Arkos here is so strong it kills me inside! They'd have a raw moment between each other, there'd be lots of crying on Jaune and maybe even Pyrrha's part too, a long hug, and most definitely a romantic kiss that would have tied their relationship arc together in such a perfect way. It would have brought Pyrrha back and that's honestly all I want.

Of course, this is all just for shits and giggles, but I'd love to hear what y'all think or if you have something else to add! ^-^

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Those Who Fight Together - part 8

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female nicknamed Reaper in 3rd person makes up with Echo and Tech finally says and does what’s on his mind 🖤Smut with a Plot🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, creampies, pleasure tears, alcohol, emotional burst.

Word Count: 8k

part 7 part 7.5 part 9

"Did you talk to her?" Hunter asked when Tech got back.

"She was indisposed, I will try again at a later time," he said sitting down with the datapad trying to distract himself.

"Indisposed?" Wrecker asked.

"Yes, she was in the bathroom excreting whatever it is she drank"

Tech noticed Wrecker and Echo nod, their attention went back to what they were working on but Hunter didn't seem to believe it but didn't say anything nor did Echo appear to believe it.

"Are you sure she wasn't in there with some reg?" Crosshair asked, not believing it either.

She was definitely screwing a reg but it wasn't with just any Reg, "As often as I have been at odds lately with my own vice of consumption, I think I would be quiet familiar the sounds of regretting that consumption."

Crosshair knew he was lying, "How about I go talk to her myself."

"Crosshair, do I need to remind you how last time went or that for a fact last you saw her you just happened to try to kill her. I do not think it would be wise if you of all people went."

"Fine," he gritted out putting a toothpick in his mouth. Ah probably he's covering for Wolffe or Cody. Crosshair started gnawing at the toothpick to keep from saying anything else.

"Well I hope she comes back," Wrecker said messing with a smoke bomb.

"Do you think she is?" Echo asked looking to Hunter.

Hunter looked at him but didn't look at him, after reading the messages Tech recovered from from the frequency he truly didn't know. He could hope but the reality of it was for once he didn't know.

"Hey, Boys. We'll be on our way back shortly, the General had a little to much to drink she's in the tank," they heard Cody from the other side.

"Like I said," Tech said rolling his eyes.

"It is like you said," Wrecker said approvingly nodding.

"Location?" Echo replied looking down at the coordinates, "Not far from here, I'll come intercept."

"Thanks, Echo."

Was this a good idea? No, but am I going to do it anyway? Yes. Echo got up noticing Wrecker and Hunter was following him. He saw Wrecker got a little pep back in his step and hoped that it would be at least a semi neutral interaction.

Tech played with his spanner debating if he wanted to go but felt like what he needed to say was more of a private matter, given he destroyed his brother's happiness he wanted to give them this.

"Wolffe?" Crosshair asked taking the destroyed and chipped toothpick out of his mouth.

"Drinking."

"I don't believe you."

"Sounds like a personal problem."

Crosshair squinted his eyes at him, the neutral expression on Tech's face as he stared down at his pad. He put another toothpick in his mouth, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or not. Hmm. He decided he was going to head to follow after the rest of the squad to see for himself. Peaking back he noticed Tech following up, not looking up except for a tiny glance. Gotcha.

Wolffe had gotten her to the small med bay and headed for a quick scolding shower to get the lingering smell of arousal, brushing his teeth before completely drying off and heading back. She was only half submerged in the tank so they could run their test. He watched the monitor watching her steady heart beat, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile.

"It sounds like their on their way," Cody said taking a seat next to him, "I know it's been awhile, but did you have to be so rough?"

"I wasn't the one being rough," he smirked.

Wolffe looked up to see 99 approaching with Crosshair and Tech lingering in the back. He glared at them, the other three were one thing but those two he wanted to rip to shreds. Crosshair most of all for the betrayal of the his trust.

He observed Crosshair studying him, "Like Hell, do you want to get your thrusters handed to you, Crosshair?" standing up putting himself between her and them.

Hunter looked between them, positioning himself between them. His nostrils flared smelling the faint of something on her and how sterile Wolffe was compared to the rest of them. He looked at her then at Wolffe and then back down at her. Hunter took a step back letting them stare down at each other. He made sense of what happened while she was out and Tech's forced calm, he walked over to the tank and put him hands on the lip of it. His eyes trailed down the visual parts of her body and new tattoo's, they were different from their traditional tattoos hers every slightly imperfect. Sith Pincerbug inflicted, possibly because the bacta isn't healing it. I wonder how long it took and that it means, it's so intricate. At least the bacta is washing away the scent and Wolffe bothered to shower.

Wrecker leaned over the Serg looking down at the markings, wondering if there was still there. He looked at stare down happening wondering if he should break it up or if they needed to fight it would like brothers tend to need too. After all didn't they all just want to make her happy? At least most of them do. He watched Crosshair get in Wolffe's face and decided to step in grabbing both of them by the front of their chest plates and forcibly separating them.

Cody groaned remember the last time Wrecker grabbed someone, "Put them down," pointing the floor beneath them, he heard the audible thud as he dropped them, "Next time maybe a little more gently."

Wrecker hit both of them in the shoulders, "Figure it out before she wakes up," he headed for the seats to wait.

"Are you satisfied?" Tech said scowling at Crosshair.

"Oh I got bone to pick you too goggles."

"I obviously wasn't talking to you," Tech said turning his scowl to Wolffe for a moment going back to Crosshair.

Tech didn't see the punch coming until it collided with his check and sent him to the ground, "I deserved that," he said wiggling his jaw methodically checking for damage before standing up.

"Maybe I'll tolerate you after all ," Wolffe admiring the way he didn't blink an eye taking a punch.

"Maybe you should do it again for good measure," Crosshair jested.

"Enough," Hunter said, "Just... enough all of you. If we're all fighting that will only maybe her transition harder. If she stays at all."

"What makes you say that?" Wrecker asked.

Hunter looked down at her markings again, wondering where or who her allegiance was with "She's been through a lot."

"That girl is built just like us clones, to come back from unspeakable trauma to keeping fighting. She is a soldier-" Wolffe defended.

"But she's not a clone, we both read the same report. She's a killer and a traitor," Crosshair cut in.

"So are you, Sniper. Disobeying orders and attempting to kill your superior officer. I'm surprised your still breathing I'm surprised she didn't strike you down on the way here. I don't think I would have been so kind."

Wolffe's words hit Crosshair like tank fire, she didn't go after him but why, there was no way she was still loyal to them yet her action proves otherwise. He put a tooth pick in his mouth letting it dance across his teeth. He put his shoulders back, ignoring the scoff from Wolffe and walked to the end of the tank. Crosshair searched her body for any sign of betrayal except the tattoos except they weren't traditional Sith markings realizing it looked vaguely like Mandalorian.

"What is it?" Hunter asked.

"Her tattoo... It's in Mandalorian, perhaps old Mandalorian," he said in disbelief.

"You have to be mistaken, no one alive knows ancient Mandalorian," Tech said pointing out the obvious flaw.

Crosshair gave him a disappointed look, "Wrong," pointing at the markings, "I know Mandalorian when I see it. Just not this dialect."

Tech basically put his head in the tank to look at them closer, "You are correct, these are Mandalorian in origin. I am impressed."

Echo walked over and grabbed her hand, "How long is she going to out anyway?" Giving it a gentle squeeze.

Cody shrugged, "To be fair they did give her a tall glass instead of a shots worth."

"It was pretty impressive," Wolffe added taking her other hand.

"It's normally every girls dream to be surrounded by men but they left out the part it only happens after to many drinks," you said sitting up with your eyes still closed, not knowing who was there or touching you, "I could kill that bartender right about now. My karking head," you said removing your hands from who ever they were. It felt like your skull was being compacted down and squished again your eye sockets, "Whatever that was should definitely be illegal."

The room was heavy and silent, Wolffe and Cody exchanged glances while the squad looked at each other wondering if you were going to actually do it. You pressed your hands to your eyes trying to get get it to be even darker but it felt like the world was screaming at you trying to tear you apart. You stood up feeling where the lip of the tank was with your foot before jumping out. Someone took your hand, and placed a cool patch on your forehead that relieved enough pain that you at least removed your hands from your head.

"Did that help?" Cody asked.

"Not really."

"You might want to put your guard by up it's... a loud room," Wolffe said turning you a direction towards something.

"Right, I hate Coruscant, so loud," You wiped your eyes again before slitting them open, a towel and some clothes were laid out. You felt Wolffe's hand go to your waist guiding you towards the pile. You pat dried yourself while Wolffe took the other towel blotting your hair to get it to stop dripping.

Hunter watched how seamlessly he helped her dry her hair and her put her armor back on that it gave him a spike of jealousy. He looked and most of them shared the same expression. He looked up to see Wolffe smirking cause caused Cody to groan. She finally turned around and saw all of them, once moment she was soft looking at Wolffe and then the piercing eyes came back of whoever was on the battlefield. He saw as she noticed Crosshair standing at the end of the tank, her noise twitched but she didn't say anything as she slid her sabers back on her belt.

You tapped Wolffe's cheek, "Next time down let down the whole glass," and then walked over to Cody, put your arm around his neck and brought his head down so you could mess up his hair, "and that's for letting me drink that whole thing," you said letting go and laughing at the level of dishevelment of his hair, “Aren’t you suppose to be the responsible one.”

Hunter saw the slice of who you were when you first met, the jokester looking to have fun and make trouble but that sliver was gone as soon as you let Cody go. Watching the demeanor change from carefree and fun to icy and regal he stood at attention the rest of the squad followed suit not knowing what else to do.

"Let's move out, sooner we get that asset back to Zetabed the sooner I can try to get some actual sleep," you said heading towards the door, "Let Obi and Plo know I'm ship shape and ready."

"Sooner we can get back to making everyone else uncomfortable after a battle," Wolffe leered in your ear before saluting and taking off.

"Good luck," Cody said, eyeing the boys in a cautious warning that it was for them.

Hunter fell into rank behind you noticing you didn't have give them the at ease command. Echo fell into place next to him being the second in command, and the rest lining behind them except Crosshair. Crosshair stood in the middle of the two lines watching. You felt him there in the middle, it was as equally a threat to him as it was to you. Bold, but you didn't try to kill me on the ship or in the tank; fine I'll play your game Crosshair.

"You guys can fall out of line," noticing out of the corner of your eye that Echo reached for your hand but stopped himself choosing to be your side until Wrecker ruined it.

Wrecker didn't care about the lingering awkwardness or annoyed stare he got. He grabbed you by the waist and threw you up on his shoulders, "Feeling better?"

"Eh, my head still throbs."

"I missed ya," he said not caring about the social cue that this wasn't the time or place, "Glad to see you're in one piece."

"Thank you, Wrecker," you paused to choice your next words, "It's... nice being around familiar faces."

"Hahaha, I can't imagine."

"So... What's Zetabed like?" Echo asked trying to make conversations.

"I... don't really remember," you admitted, light shame washing over you, "It's been a while."

Everyone was silent after that until you reached the ship and Wrecker put you down, "Well at least if we all go we can remind you if you forget again," he said smiling boarding the ship.

Every one went first leaving just you and Crosshair, you looked at him to find him already staring at you with slits for eyes moving the toothpick again. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, he caught your hand and your free hand went to your saber, waiting.

"They all missed you."

"You don't think I don't know that."

"You don't seem to care."

"Being betrayed and having someone you love trying to kill you is one hell of a welcome home," you dryly laughed while ripping your wrist away anger fading into pain, "I was never your Enemy, Crosshair... I waited for all of you... regardless of I whatever did to make that day happened," you paused to cover your eyes to keep anything from leaking and thankfully they didn't, "Days turned to into weeks and then weeks turned into months... so I'm sorry that I came back a little broken" your fist smacked against the ship creating a little dent and pain lit up your body, "I don't and will never blame you for what you tried to do. I probably would have done the same"

"You're going to leave, aren't you?"

You putt your hand on the dent focusing on the spot and pulled the dent out, "Isn't that what you want anyway?" you asked eyeing him and agonized expression, "its who I belong with."

"Are you coming in or not?" Tech called in over coms, privately eaves dropping on the conversation feeling more guilty about his hand in all of it and how much of a mess he made.

"Yes-" Crosshair hissed, he recomposed his snark and general annoyance he headed into the ship.

When you walked in your found Echo waiting on the wall on your room, his back pressed into with his arms folded with a scowl on his face, "I was wondering if you were ever going to come aboard or if you were off getting another ship and to leave us without saying goodbye," he took a breath trying to get the scowl off his face, "Did I do something wrong? It's like you'll talk to anyone but me," finally letting out what was bugging him, "All I tried to say is I love you but you'll talk to the guy who wanted to kill you. Do I need to try doing that? Do I just need to give up? What do I need to do?"

Sometimes making amends is as simple as talking, "I- didn't know how to feel at first when you all arrived... I felt abandoned no one came for me and none of you tried getting through to me nor understand what I went thought.. I saw the faces all of you made, you guys would be better off without me."

"We have looked for you everyday, turned down mission after mission trying to bring you home we always got there moments to late when someone spotted you.. I've spend every night sleeping on your bedroom floor like some abandoned Loth-cat waiting for their owner to come home not knowing if they are ever would or wanted too."

"Echo-"

"And then we finally found you," he said prying himself off the wall, "and it was like we... I never mattered to you, whether you meant it or not you picked them since the moment you got back... I guess I'm asking if you're choosing them."

You unwrapped his arm put yourself in them leaning your head again his chest plate, "Echo-"

He reluctantly put his arms around you, "I guess if he makes you happier, I can live with that" squeezing both his arms and his jaw.

"Not about that-"

He pulled you into your room for the sliver or privacy that it offered "You mean about what happened Wolffe," he said emotionless, "Tech tried to cover you," a small broken laugh, "At least say goodbye when you leave this time, please," he begged squeezing tighter.

"Echo-" he finally noticed the tears streaming down your face quickly unbuckling his chest place and brought you into his chest, "Sorry when you said there wasn't anything left to say, I realized there was a lot to left to say. There's always a place for you here if you ever decide to come home. I love you."

Echo held her as she sobbed while their blacks were moisture absorbing there was only so much they could take. He felt more guilty about unloading everything he felt. I just... didn't want anything else to be left unsaid. He felt her squeeze tighter probably noticing the difference.

"I love you too.." hiccup "I'm so sorry Echo."

Echo pulled a way for a second grabbing one of the many towels Tech put under the bed and wipped away the snot from both her and his shirt. He moved her to the edge of the bed and made her sit down, he sat besides her quietly. She saw the little spot on the floor where Echo kept with pillow and blanket and managed to cry even harder.

"All that matters is that you're safe," he said putting his arms around her, "Can some one grab some hydration packages?" He asked into his coms.

Hunter was already standing outside the door wrinkling his nose with how salty the air was with some waiting to see if Echo needed them, "I gotcha," he replied walking in. He saw the mess that was her face, tear stained and a mess. Hunter darted his eyes at Echo who to busy to notice, "Maybe you could have waited until after the mission?" He offered gently placing the patches on the back of her hands.

"Waiting is what got us into this mess in the first place."

"General Kenobi has caught up, we still have a little bit before we get there," Hunter paused when Echo glared at him and knelt down to look at you, "I'm glad you're still in there . I hope if you do leave it'll at least be on good terms," he kissed your forehead before heading to the copilot chair to check on everyone else.

"What do you mean waiting got us into this mess?" You asked.

"We all need to talk," Echo said moving you into his lap and standing up with you in his arms, "We can now or later," he asked his tone lowering.

"I'm going to regret this... but now."

Echo managed to slide both of you out the door and carried you to to the pilot seats, "Do you want me to put you down?" He asked.

You shook your head, "Just tell me."

"Well this is can't get much worse in terms of timing," Tech said setting the ship into autopilot, "Crosshair-"

"I'm here," he said took his seat.

"Now you two, talk. Now," Echo said angrily sitting you up in his lap, both Hunter and him glaring.

"I- wanted to end things because I didn't want my personal feelings to interfere with the success of our missions nor let it cloud my judgement," Tech said trying to level his breathing, "In doing so with disastrous effect, both of my greatest fears came to pass. Everything that happened is essentially my fault," He admitted flatly.

"I knew he couldn't do it," is all that Crosshair said.

You bolted up, grabbed Tech by the collar dragged him up squinting at him watching him mildly squirm, "That is all you ever had to say ," dropping him, "I would have understood," you said crawling back into Echo's lap.

Echo rested his forehead against the side of your head, "I'm sorry."

"Anti-climactic." Crosshair stated, not wanting to be in this conversation.

"Don't blame yourself either Crosshair, my actions afterwards weren't your fault either."

"Who says I blame myself?"

"Are you really asking me how I know?" you said like it was obvious.

He scowled, "Maybe my regret is not killing you when I had the chance."

"Crosshair," Hunter stated.

He rolled his eyes and put another tooth pick in his mouth, "... Sorry."

Crosshair noticed everyone gawking at him, it been absolutely more insufferable to be around and even more hostile when she left. He crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat pretending not to care about all of the eyes on him waiting for someone else to speak. He still did not know if she was friend or foe, but he did miss her and realize how wrong his was in all of this. He looked up through his lashes to watch her put against Echo's neck, a twinge of jealousy but couldn't blame her because this conversation was uncomfortable.

"I- am truly sorry, Reaper," Tech said fiddling with his glasses, "but do not feel like you can not stay on the accounts of Crosshair and I's actions. Everyone has worked tirelessly trying to bring you back."

"You can say that again, I'm sick of Tech hogging the bathroom cause he's drank to much," Wrecker said pouting.

Tech covered his face in hopes of keeping the embarrassment off his features to little to no success, "Shut up."

"He literally cried," Crosshair said knowing it would stand out, "He took it the hardest to bring you home," then every looked at Tech with concern they all knew he mustered through a lot of injuries without a single compliant.

"And failed for the most part-" Tech pointed out.

"You did the best with the information you had," Hunter added.

"It was something I should have so obviously noticed, it was not my best."

"It was you who got the information from-" Wrecker started say before Hunter covered his mouth, "Don't finish that sentence."

"Let's just say he stooped lower then a weequay trying to get you home," Echo whispered repulsed.

Tech turned around groaning and rested his head against the back of the chest, taking off his googles trying to get the memories out of under his eyelids.

"It was pathetic," Crosshair chuckled.

"That's the Quacta calling the stifling slimy, do I need to bring up what happened on-" Tech stated.

"Shut up."

"None of us abandoned you, we don't leave our own behind. We were coming for you, it just happened to take longer then we thought it would," Hunter said resting a hand on your knee, "We didn't understand because were made to withstand anything this war can throw at us."

Crosshair watched her break out in hysterics again. He watched Hunter and Echo try to comfort her no effect. He groaned, "Hand her over," he grunted bending over and grabbing her before they said anything also grabbed Tech who scrambled for his googles, "We're going to be busy," Crosshair growled dragging them both back to her room and bolting the door. He shoved them towards the bed and he plopped down in front of the door. "Fix it, I don't care how," putting a new toothpick in his mouth.

"She's crying-."

"Did you understand when I said I don't care how," Crosshair said crossing his arms over his chest, gnawing harder on the toothpick. He was aware of the suffering they both endured, the path of rage and the path of self destruction Crosshair was far to familiar with both.

Tech opened and closed his mouth once again frozen in what to say, he adjusted his googles trying to think. He adjusted her on the bed to where he face her spine and he could sit on the edge of the bed comfortably. He unclipped the armor placing it next to them and pulled the her blacks up to where he remembered his helmet tattoo was and flickered the light on his googles to see it was still there. To his surprise it still was. He rested his forehead against it wrapping around his arms around her noticing how still she went but still shaking.

"With my expansive vocabulary, I still can not find the precise words to articulate how this makes me feel nor how it makes me feel that you didn't cover it," he said bringing his lips to the tattoo pressing into it, waiting a second to see if she had reaction before he pressed harder into it knowing it would leave a mark He watched her lean forward and put her head between legs. He looked over at Crosshair who shook his head not wanting to be apart of it. He put his hand on her shoulder but she was silent. His leg started bouncing trying to figure out how to phrase what was going on in his head "Reaper, the actions of Crosshair and I took were not originally aimed to cause you any distress during the transition. Crosshair has always been... severe and unsociable het he's always been reliable, I needed help he was unaccustomed to giving. He did the only thing he knows how too. His words did not match what he truly meant. It is true I have always been the intelligent and logical one but you were not a variable that I was able to solve for thus rendering what I know to do ineffective therefor jeopardizing this squad but when you left... I realized how important of a variable you became that I was the one who jeopardized this squad instead." He pulled her blacks back down and put the back plate back on.

Crosshair glared at him for being dragged into it but watched you bring your head up from in between your legs and rested it on your knees instead and stifled his annoyance. It took a couple minutes but you finally stopped shaking and heard Crosshair move to his feet, "I'll get some more water and a patch." He took himself to grab a cold canteen, a small patch and warmed up a towel.

"How's it going in there?" Echo asked.

"As anticipated."

"Did she hurt him," Wrecker asked looking at the patch and towel.

"No one’s hurt yet." Crosshair said grabbing the towel, he closed the door behind again and handed the water, towel and patch to Tech before retaking his place at the base of the door.

You heard Tech stand up and hunch over you, folded up the warm towel and used it to cover your eyes and put the patch on the back of your neck. He gently tilted back your head and brought the canteen to your lips encouraging you get part of it down. You pulled back after couple good pulls of it. You heard him screw the cap back on and sit back on the edge of the bed.

"Anything else?" Crosshair asked, eyeing his brother knowing what he needed to say.

"Can we have a-" Crosshair was already standing up, "I'll be on the other side."

"What was Count Dooku's present?" Tech interjected.

"An coms device and a map," you admitted, "I assume in case I ever wanted to go back and no I haven't thought about it."

"Reaper-"

"What did they mean Echo said you've been stooped lower then a weequy".

"I have been attempting to control my guilt and remorse with out of character behaviors, drinking, spice, pod racing, a little of this and a little of that."

"Tech-"

"When days turned into weeks and the reports of a new apprentice came out... I knew. I equally blamed myself for the atrocities and now even more so overlooking the obvious frequency code."

"My atrocities were not your fault," you admitted taking the towel off but still not looking at him, "I was ready let the galaxy burn with me."

Tech wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her back towards him, "I would have chosen to burn along side you," sliding her against his hip, "Just say it," he heard Crosshair say from the other side of the door, his footsteps receding away. Tech's jaw tightened at the interruption, "While I have the emotional intelligence of a tin bin... I-" his voice froze, the emotion short circuiting his brain, "If I had to try to articulate my feelings it's something one could quantify-" another exasperated breath, "I love you," he finally forced out. He sat there slightly frozen wishing he had a drink for the silence that followed, "but... if you feel like you belong else where, I would understand more then most."

You were silent, overloaded and exhausted. Everything you wanted to say was frozen on on the tip of your tongue. You let you head lead back to touch his shoulder, letting one arm move to cover his and making his fingers spread to hold your own between them. It seemed to be answer enough because you heard him start breathing regularly again.

"Eaves dropping?" Echo asked Hunter who was slightly smiling.

"Curiosity killed the Loth," he chuckled.

"Anything good?" Wrecker asked.

"I think they'll be fine, they just need time. Which I'm going to buy some more."

"Good, I'm sick of having scrape him up from every canteen floor," Echo said folding his arms.

"Or taking apart everything he brings aboard," Crosshair mumbled plopping himself down in a chair.

"Did you two patch things up?" Wrecker poked.

"I'm not the one who's been self medicating. He needs it the most. Now leave me alone I need a nap," he said taking the tooth pick of his mouth and tucking in at the top of his armor for when he woke up.

"Thank you, Crosshair," Hunter said as Crosshair closed his eyes and softly snored.

Tech looked at you from the corner of his eye while you looked through your lashes at him, the same relieved yet still pained expression. He pulled you closer, mildly squishing your ribs but you didn't mind. "Who were you mourning before the battle?" He asked not being able to stand the silence.

"Life."

"And the new tattoo?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Your free hand moved to your thighs and up your sides, "It may be best if you don't know."

"I need too given, how it was applied to your skin."

"I assumed my song was over."

"I can not say I am sorry enough."

"I love you too," you finally said lighten the dark then the conversation was going. You turned, joining him at the end of the bed keeping his arm around you with your free hand you pulled down the collar of his blacks and brought your mouth to his neck causing him to go completed rigid. You placed a tiny mark on him before fixing the collar. You laughed taping the spot on his back where he put on on you and he relaxed.

"I am not one with words, I'm sorry if the action was-"

"It was fine."

"How could you still love me after what I did?" He asked regretting it instantly.

"How could you still love me after what I did?" You asked back you knowing both of you weren't angels.

He flipped you into his lap before you could blink, "Will you... stay here?" He asked fiddling with his googles. He grabbed your chin and tilted it towards his, horrified at the outburst and barely breathing, "Please."

"Do you know what you want this time...?" You asked, your heart racing leaning towards his mouth.

"Yes," he said bridging the gap.

His mouth was patient waiting to see if you would pull away before deepening the kiss. You felt Tech's tongue press again your lips, politely asking for permission before entering slightly opening your lips to him. His tongue glided against yours, he couldn't help the small noise that escaped him. He pulled his tongue back to kiss you and work his way back down your throat sucking on it. Your heart felt like it was going to explode the lower he went, a moan of his name slipped out and he suckled on your harder neck while his hand made quick work of your armor letting it fall on the floor as a sound warning to everyone else what was going on.

He pulled off your shirt and went back to kissing your body kissing every inch of your chest before moving you into the bed to pull your pants and work his mouth down both legs before moving to the center. Tech moaned as you arched into his mouth. You tried to reach down to try to take his goggles again, but he caught your hand lightly bitting your wrist which sent a shiver up your arm, "next time," he mumbled before moving his mouth back to the flooded warmth that he coaxed out. He quickly took took off his gloves letting his index and middle finger trail up from your ankle towards the glistening opening he wanted to satisfy. He ran his tongue in quick circling mimicking how you took care of yourself the first time. When he finally felt your thighs twitching agains his head he inserted his fingers. He pulled back watch hopefully he had interrupted you so he could watch his fingers move and how you squirmed around him. He saw you biting on your finger and how tight you held your eyes shut trying to be quiet. He put his mouth back on your clit and continued until you pushed out his fingers. "Tech..." He smiled before licking up the delicious mess he made and then his fingers, "Tech..." he looked up smiling more at the half opened eyed lustful expression you were giving him "Yes?" He replied.

"We should be there soon," you said trying to sit up trying to distract your loud mind.

"You forget the six to eight hour mandatory quarantine, given the small detour made Hunter seemed to make. We most likely arrived after General Kenobi I'm leaning towards the latter," Tech pushing you back down, silencing anymore interruptions with heavy kisses.

You pulled on his shirt, he quickly removed it leaving his upper torso exposed. He brought his chest down to touch yours together, he pulled back from kissing to rest his forehead against yours trying to catch his breath and enjoy the shudder the contact gave him, "Touch Starvation," he offered before you could ask, "Your body produces cortisol due to stress and there has been a lot of stress to say the least, physical touch is necessary for optimal oxytocin production levels-" he started explaining but when you ran your hands around him and started kissing his throat.

"What were you saying?" You murmured before grabbing a spot harder and pulling on it.

"Kark.." He moaned dropping to his knees between your legs, "Oxytocin... mmm... is produced by the hypothalamus and released into the blood stream via the pituitary gland... mmm... it's plays a role in sexual arousal, trust and romantic attachments along pain and stress relief-" he quickly closed his mouth when you let your teeth graze the next spot to make it darker, "Fark."

You watched him go rigid and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment before letting a long shaky breath, "Tech... did you...?" you asked adoringly confused.

"Almost, but no," he confessed trying to control the sensation.

Your hands trailed down to his jeans, "Let's take care of you," undoing the button and pulling the zipper down.

He had a conflicted expression on his face look down where your hands were pulling his pants and under garments down but didn't say anything, "What is it?" You whispered not understanding what the look at his face was about.

"I-" he took a breath, "attempted to have relations at one point recently but I could not preform the task. I am more then stimulated just making you content... I am sorry," he said moving backward but you pulled him back.

"Please," he gave it a moments thought before nodding but still apprehensive.

He finished taking off his pants, and laid on top of you laying his cock on your pelvis kissing you. You grabbed his hips and pulled him down, coaxing him that it was alright. His breathing went hitched when he slide himself in, he laid there holding himself before gently and very slowly thrusting. He brought his hand to your face, holding it letting your hips slide against one another.

You started at him, pleasure and pain on his face, "You don't have to be gentle if that's what bugging you," you said trying to spread your legs more but his other hand went to your thigh and bought it to rest against his.

"I want to do it right this time," he said, "to show you that I...-"

"Please."

The grip on your leg got tighter and between your legs started fluttering, he started moving a little more. You brought your fingers to his hair playing with it noticing his low moans change to a louder volume. You clamped down on him, "Tech."

"Reaper," he panted letting your neck go, feeling his body go numb with an euphoric rush. He flexed into you, his muscles rubbing into you which caused you to arch back shoving your pelvis harder into his, "Fark," he panted. A thin line of sweat trailed down his happy trail and at his temples. He gently pulled himself out, over stimulation making him feel sick.

He laid on his side leaning on his elbow staring at you, "Over stimulation," he said raspy.

You turned on your elbow to look back at him letting your available hand go to his abdomen causing him to flex and shake for a couple moments, letting it rest there, "Are you okay?."

"I'll be fine, I just.. need a few moments."

You watched him reach up and take off his googles to rub the inner corners of his eyes. Your heart fluttered and a lower pulse started, "You're so handsome without your goggles.." you said shamelessly staring.

The sound of your voice pulled him out of his sensations and thoughts back to the present. He hand brushed his hair back putting his goggles back on much to your vocal complaints. He put his hand against the hand on his chest, "More handsome would have been the correct statement," he said with a small chuckle.

You put your elbow down laid your head on your arm, "Do you think part of the overstimulation came from wearing your googles?"

"I did not think of that, but it is plausible."

"Do you plan for this to happen?" You asked curiously.

"Not in the slightest nor was Hunter taking a detour, although I should go ask why," he said getting up putting only his jeans on not bother to put anything else on before leaving, his mind was to busy trying to get the shaking and sick feeling to quit to care.

They started at him when he entered, Wrecker broke out hollering, "I think you forgot a couple things."

"All of my privates places are covered, it's fine. Why did we take the detour?" He asked going wide eyed realizing his level of undressed and the disarray of his neck before turning his attention back his squad.

Hunter chuckled, "You should probably get back to the reason. It's good to have you back, Tech," He said switching to being serious, "I hope she fixes what broke in you," he added turning his chair back around.

Wrecker slapped his back when he turned around to leave, "Glad to have you back to normal."

"Tech, you better get back in there or I will," Crosshair growled opening one eye.

"I'll put Bacta gel stock pile on the list of supplies to get when we're done with this assignment," he huffed walking back, his back stinging wondering if that was going to leave a handprint.

You slipped one finger into yourself noticing just that caused it spill over, feeling how much his load was you let a delicious moan. You felt your nipples erect feeling tender. Tech walked in and handed you a towel watching it drip down, embarrassed you removed the finger and grabbed the towel and dried off your finger and the wet spot under you.

"Did I interrupt something?" He inquired curiously, inserting his own finger instead. He watch your breath hitch and your body arch up, he twirled the finger causing more to drip out causing a small orgasm, "Interesting," he said removing it, wiping it off and taking his pants back off and got back into bed.

"It's just stupid girl stuff," you said trying to hide the filth in your mind.

"Indulge me," he said putting his hand on covering the opening.

"Hunter said something while him and I were... preoccupied something like the scent not changing means being a biological match or... I was just curious if we were too."

"Our fornication does not lead to procreation. Does being a biological match matter? Or is it a 'kink'?" he asked curiously.

"I it's hot," you said with a tiny shrug, a finger motioning him to come here.

Tech moved putting himself between your legs, demeanor changing from regular intellectual to back to physical yearning. He rested his head on your chest, his goggles lightly dug into you but it was the last thing on your mind. You wrapped your legs around his hips with a small audible 'mmm'. He pulled himself up his elbow and stared at you, observing every muscle, crease and pore that made you look so unique to him. You watched him adjust his goggles.

"So Mr. Touch-starved," you giggled, "how are you feeling?"

"My back still stings," he muttered pulling himself up, "I am however feeling up to the task assuming the offer still stands," he said nervously again adjusting his googles revealing his half lengthen cock.

"If you want too-" you started as he took your bosom into mouth, lightly pulling on it with his mouth and his hand caressing the other one.

"I use to assume that I was above such primitive behavior," he said letting his tongue flick over the spot, "apparently I am not even with my exceptional mind," he said with a small smile.

"You can be both. The first thing I noticed about you was that big brain of yours, it's pretty attractive."

He took your hand in his and rested it above your head, letting his other hand trail your body while carefully aligning himself for entry. Tech gently thrusted himself in, his internal core spasming at the contact. He placed his hand under your knee being your leg up to his side and brought your hips down putting you in that perfectly position that his cock could rub against the squish spot of nerves. He leaned down kissing you, stroking with every kiss. Tech was gentle holding himself back to let himself enjoy the sensation, the stimulation like electricity carrying itself through his body. The feeling was drowning out everything along with his ability to control his breathing so he rested his forehead against yours trying to catch his breath.

Your face was on fire, burning bright red and every inch aching, "What do you want to do right this time?" You managed to get out.

Tech went even painstakingly slower, "That I do want you," he paused to take himself all the way out before gliding himself all the way back in, "outside of scientific curiosity," he said pulling himself out again and slamming back in harder this time, "I am not the best at verbally conveying my thoughts or feelings," he smiled going harder and dropped his voice to a lustful whisper, "however I am more than capable of providing you a demonstration." Tech lost of sense of time, edging both of you speeding up and slowing down, doing his best to demonstrate what love making is vs just the carnal urge for pleasure and procreation.

Your hips moved in rhythm with his thrust, his hips rolling against yours perfectly like crashing waves. Your fingers curled into his hair, your heart rate spiking and a mild sweat breaking out all over. Every inch of you yearned for him to send you over the edge. Your eyes lulled shut for a moment and your head started getting dizzy, "I need to-," he picked up the paced removing his arm from your leg and brought his thumb to your clit gently stroking it. Your fingered curled harder taking some of his hair into the ball of your fist with a lustful moan, you looked at him and saw he needed to cum just as bad as you did. Shakily you removed your hair from his hair and stroked the marks on his throat, your name came out laced in desperation. You grabbed the side of his throat and pressed your thumb into one of the marks and he adjusted your hips just barely widening them so he could speed up so his cock could hit the spot harder. It causes his cock to go deeper then he meant too causing something feral in him realizing he was bottomed out against your cervix and how deep his was about to empty himself.

You could barely breathe, each breath quick and shallow. The orgasm finally hit, the spasm ripping through your body and your walls gulping up his seed desperate for every drop. The intensity causing both of your moans to turn into near screams as you dug into him and legs holding him in place, his cock spewing even a larger volume into you. Both of you could barely see but you didn't break eye contact for a moment. You could feel it seeping down, the sensation causing another small convulsion and feel that both of your pelvis's were soaked. A few tears fell from your eyes from the pleasure, shakily intensely he managed to wipe them and ripped off his goggles to show the pleasure had also caused a couple to escape from him. You pulled his face down, licking them.

"Farkkk," he said shakily pressing his cock harder into you feeling a couple more drops come out, "I think we're a biological match," Tech's voice was barely more then a shaky whisper.

You laid there with him locked between your legs until both of you finally stopped shaking and he went soft. Your both of your bodies ached all over but on clouds of mind numbing ecstasy. He gently put the towel between your legs and curled up next to you, both warm and frozen to the touch.

"I love you," you whispered kissing the arm he wrapped around you.

"I love you too," he whispered sticking his face in your neck.

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