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n7punk · 11 months

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"City of Angels" Fic Notes

CoA is done! This was a fun little ride. It ended up a bit longer than I predicted but this is the first fic in a while that didn’t become a runaway so I’ll take that. Actually nvm I just checked and I predicted this fic would be 15k. Oops. The share link will be up later tonight, but for now, here’s the fic notes!

Playlist:

My playlist for this one was less emotional stuff and more “LA sucks” songs, so it’s shorter, but honestly it worked really well. For me, a playlist is something that either 1) helps with the mood/ideas while I’m writing or 2) something that makes me WANT to write when I hear it because I tie it to those ideas, so the LA songs actually worked really well even where they were less relevant. The emotional songs are all centered around the breakup/conflict at the beginning, but the playlist still worked.

City of Angels — Em Beihold.

LA — The Veronicas.

Arizona Pretty — Kailee Morgue.

The Very First Night — Taylor Swift.

Strangers — FLETCHER.

I’m Not Mad — Halsey.

Good Idea At The Time — The Wombats.

MODERATION — Lilyisthatyou. (I’ll be honest I think I added this when I was writing the club scenes as, like, the kind of background music they would be hearing to get in that mood because it’s not relevant to the rest of the fic, but it is a banger lmao)

Epilogue Life:

For a while, Adora and Catra are infuriatingly vague to the press about each other. They’ll go to events together and act like a couple, telling stories and clearly knowing each other well, but they just get all mysterious when asked questions. Eventually, after many months of dating, they’re a bit more willing to talk about their relationship. At that point they confirm that they are dating and later admit that they went to the same acting school, having known each other since they were kids. It takes a long time — “coincidentally” shortly after Catra’s career really solidifies her as someone to watch for years to come — before it comes out that they were foster kids with the same guardian who trained them in acting. They basically just say “yeah, she was our teacher so it was kind of like being in class 24/7” and don’t comment on it further. They (well, Catra at least) would love to dig into Weaver, but saying anything bad about Weaver is basically signing a ticket to have her try to sell every one of their secrets she knows. The closest they get is when someone bothers Catra about the “mutual guardian” thing with her then-fiancée and she basically snaps “that was not a family, that was a boarding school. We were not her children or siblings” and the clip ends up online. Mysteriously, they never hear anything from Weaver in retribution, but DT soon after stops having a favor owed to them at two different tabloids.

Adora and Catra both settle into each other’s places and lives. They keep calling their places “Catra’s apartment” and “Adora’s house” for a long time because each is definitely more owned by one of them (both legally and practically), but in daily life it really has morphed into the apartment in the city and the private house passed the edges of town. Their relationship rekindles beyond where it used to be and, despite them never really publicly “clarifying” their relationship once they’re on the same page about being traditional girlfriends, everybody treats them as a couple up until the point where they get married and become wives instead.

For a while Adora remains more famous/ubiquitous than Catra, but her career peters down over time while Catra diversifies and has such a range she becomes one of the go-to magicats in Hollywood. Adora is very happy with her moderate success and wildly successful wife, though. I don’t remember if I kept the “joke speculation” about this in the fic, but eventually Adora leaves show business to direct a small children’s theater group with the love and warmth she was missing in her own education. She loves it. She loves working with the kids, she loves the low stakes of community plays, and — as referenced in the fic — she loves stage acting.

Catra keeps up in Hollywood all the way until she’s a gray fox, always attending her award shows with her wife on her arm, which is pretty much the only time Adora steps back into the limelight. Adora had her fun, but her own mental health does better in her new career path. It barely pays, but that’s what Catra and Adora’s old investments/savings are for. Occasionally one of her kids really goes down the Hollywood path and Adora does a little networking for them.

Chapter 1:

⦁ Neck kissing is enough of a thing for Adora that it was a total red flag that it wasn’t doing it for her and I find that hilarious.

⦁ Catra’s reputation for calling shit out really bit her as soon as the public picked up on her interaction with Adora. The theory Adora was secretly racist was slowly gaining some traction within Catra’s fanbase, as well as outside of it when that seemed more scandalous — ie, profitable to talk about — to gossipers/tabloids. Catra had been avoiding Adora for years as she built herself up, but when that started spreading, she reached out for Adora’s sake as much as hers. Being friends with some of Adora’s friends, all the stories she has heard seemed to show Adora as she remembered her and not some egomonster twisted by fame, but even starting to wonder if the Adora she loved still existed and their relationship could be repaired, she stayed away until she had a name of her own to stand on. Partly because of pride and partly, yes, because of the stupid superstition.

⦁ Catra was really trying to puff herself up for the encounter, scared of Adora getting under her skin again, but the end of it really threw her off. She made the dig about Adora’s talent and realized — at least a bit — how much it hurt from the way she retreated, and then Adora backed down which she doesn’t do, and then she said she missed her and left. It was the first step to Catra really starting to consider her again.

⦁ When I went to write the first chapter end note, I realized you could easily consider DITM, ASGNE, and SaD “celebrity” fics, not to mention stuff like 5GR that brushes up against fame in some other way, or even SLAS with the socialite aspect. I only really consider DITM and maybe ASGNE celebrity AUs, though, with the others just dealing with some level of fame or notoriety in their specific area (cosplay, sports, etc).

⦁ I was supposed to do a whole fic extra about this, but I didn’t, so I’m just going to whack it up as a block of text here regarding Adora’s reputation and public perception: Adora came out of nowhere and played a kind of a-typical character to be the lead of an action series. She was so similar to her character and dorky in interviews that she immediately grew a very attached fanbase. You know that gif of Jennifer Lawrence looking at Anne Hatheway at the Oscars “like she’s a unicorn” because she’s fangirling herself that everybody reblogged back in 2014 or whatever? Yeah, that exact gif exists of Adora and was kind of the vibe that inspired her public perception here. That and the girl who played April Ludgate saying weird shit in interviews. Adora seems ~quirky and relatable and down to Earth~ (AKA doesn’t know how to cultivate a public personality or censor herself) so she gets a lot of fans pretty quickly. She has this cocky thing that works for lesbians and this “girl next door” vibe that works on everybody else, so she keeps getting “typecast” in those roles because that’s what everyone wants to see her in and her fans will follow her from movie to movie without hesitation when those similarities are there. Of course, the truth is taking on a totally different character is difficult for her, but between auditions for other stuff not working out and more of that fair calling for her, she has been legitimately typecast at this point. She’s way too honest in interviews and it works out for her. Everybody feels connected to her despite how there are sides of herself — the fragile ones — she never lets anyone see, and she’s a household name with her face synonymous with an entire franchise.

Chapter 2:

⦁ Perfuma was there to make sure they didn’t end up hooking up in the bathroom as much as she was standing guard, it’s just that no one ever said that to Adora. Perfuma was supportive of them reconciling now she was getting to know Catra better, but she thought that just might be counterproductive to it.

Chapter 3:

⦁ Catra knew there was a chance of them meeting at the party since she closely associates Randor’s name with Adora. She assumed Adora wouldn’t happen to be on the other side of the country to come to the party, but it was in the back of her mind as a possibility, so she wasn’t that surprised when Adora showed up. Mostly she was grateful for someone she could seem like she was engaging with socially while really she could just relax.

⦁ I rarely put Catra in skirts but in this case it was insurance to make sure her tuck never showed or anything.

⦁ Imitation is part of my larger universe of fics, with it being one of Catra’s movies that she won an Oscar for in DITM. Gunmetal was one of her movies in that fic, and later one of Sea Hawk’s in ASGNE (he was also in it in DITM), and in this fic it’s the third of Adora’s trilogy of movies.

⦁ Catra’s name being “Beth” in her breakout role is once again a reference to the “her real name is Elizabeth” joke from crew.

⦁ Alright the premise of Adora’s breakout trilogy is basically you have a classic action guy who’s secretly a spy and he’s in love with his next-door-neighbor (Adora) who he greets in the hallway every morning. And then in the first ten minutes of the movie he goes missing, and Adora accidentally witnesses suspicious activity at his place and then he never comes out to greet her in the mornings anymore and it starts her down this track of investigating for herself and finding his secret spy gear and going on a mission to rescue him without any knowledge of the spy organization he actually worked for. The whole movie there’s this assumption by the audience that she loves him back and that’s why she’s going to these lengths. She talks with another character about how they’ve known each other since high school and you think oh when she rescues him there will be a confession, and then she does rescue him and, when he’s finally in the movie again after an hour and 42 minutes (at no point was he shown before that so the viewer is just as unsure as Adora whether he’s still alive), it’s revealed she was his babysitter back in the day (she’s a few years older) and she sees him like a younger brother and has no connection to him like that, on top of being a lesbian with a girlfriend he didn’t know about because it turns out he really didn’t know that much about her at all having only had some conversations with her in the hall after they happened to move into the same building after going to different colleges. It’s partially a joke and partially a commentary, although not as progressive as it’s going for considering they casted a 20-year-old for the female lead and an almost 30-year-old for the male despite him supposedly being younger because in Hollywood women HAVE to be young and attractive. It does solidify Adora’s character though, because she went through all of this just for a guy she once knew as a sweet kid and that she was worried about. The sequels are set up by his spy agency inviting her to join them at the end of the first movie since she proved herself by rescuing one of their own. It’s a good button on the end of a single movie and was also a great setup for sequels when they were greenlit. The last two movies have an overarching story connection with the agency turning out to be corrupt and his capture was an inside job, though they can be viewed individually. He’s, once again, barely in the movies and has been demoted to deskwork (which does end up giving him a critical moment where he witnesses something at the office that blows the corruption open, so he’s still important but not the focus). Adora’s struggles with balancing her secret life with her girlfriend are a sideplot in the sequel and in part III they’ve broken up due to Adora being a shitty girlfriend (big oof, Superzero parallel there but it also hit too close to home for in-universe Adora) and she’s gets a new love interest in the form of a sidekick. At the end they basically found their own agency together after taking down her old one. Lesbians love the power dream. In the first movie (and in later movies, but especially at first where she isn’t a part of this world) the character Adora is playing is basically… herself, but with action hero skills, which is why she was cast, because basically as soon as the team saw her audition they were like. That’s the girl. That’s who we’re trying to get someone to play and that just is her. The movie ended up being successful enough that it spawned a graphic novel followed by a comic book series which ran for years and kind of went off the rails into cloning and shit. Typical comic weirdness tbh, but the technology in the comic is noticeably more futuristic (and impossible) than that in the movies. It’s almost like the comics are set 60 years later.

⦁ Catra started blockers and hormones younger than… like 99% of trans people. Part of there being less transphobia means it’s easier to realize your identity and a Lot easier to get access to healthcare, so her natural voice isn’t deep or anything, but when Adora talks about it getting rough that’s Catra letting go of the training she has done to keep it controlled, not just in pitch, but also in cadence.

Chapter 4:

⦁ The tabloid website description is based off my (likely inaccurate) memories of the one time I stumbled into an article on the extremely trashy Perez Hilton gossip magazine website. My memories of it are that they were being truly disgusting about how a like, 16 year old Disney actress was dressed.

⦁ Being that this is a transphobia lite AU, name/gender change process stuff is better and more effective. Catra got her birth certificate and everything updated at a very young age, so unless someone wanted to dig specifically into name change orders from the county she grew up in the year she did it, it would be very hard to find out she used to have a different legal name or gender.

Chapter 5:

⦁ There’s a lot of talk about Catra being “more” talented, and while it’s right, it’s relative. Adora wasn’t cut out to be a great actress. She has honed the skill until she was capable of doing it, but Catra is more naturally inclined towards it and, having had just as much time to hone her skill, is still better. That doesn’t make Adora untalented, it just means she’s not naturally inclined to acting and she was set up to a losing game when Weaver made sure that was the measure by which she valued them and taught them to value themselves. Of course, Weaver still views Catra as mediocre (because she “doesn’t apply herself” and “surfs on talent without honing her skill”) and she views Adora as having the dedication, making her more favorable, but not having enough because otherwise she would perform better than the “lazy” Catra. She also just views Adora more favorably because 1) she does well at stage-acting, an art Weaver’s shitty intellectualism views as superior (in the way that people writing Adora’s biographies in twenty years will say she was even greater than anyone ever knew because she was a good stage actress too), and 2) talent or not, Adora got more roles, and more results meant she was clearly better. Whatever Adora’s technical faults, Catra’s sour attitude was clearly holding her back. If Catra would “just change” then she could finally live up to her potential, and thus she must be personally spiting Weaver by holding back. Weaver’s view of the world is very self-centered.

⦁ Part of the reason Catra said “never again” despite liking the dance was the possibility of them being seen. It would be easy for the tabloids to paint her as a toy or somehow to diminish her worth with it. The rest was that while it was hot, it could become problematic behavior if it were in a pattern — and maybe behavior in line with the selfish, attention-hungry version of Adora she built up in her head when they broke up.

Chapter 6:

⦁ Catra sends Adora that smile after mentioning sleeping in a limo because she’s thinking about how they almost hooked up in the car, it just kind of went over Adora’s head.

⦁ Alright, hybrids and makeup. So far mentions of Catra’s makeup in others’ fics where she’s “supposed” to be human are the number one immersion breaker for me in those (because I just imagine Catra as a magicat regardless) but I do think hybrids could/would wear it. It varies by species obviously (lizardfolk essentially have scale paint they can wear and claw polish/strains, but nothing else that looks traditional beauty products), but a lot of the hybrids could wear some level of the typical stuff. There’s kind of three camps on Catra’s appearance (full fluff, general fluff but not on some places like faces and hands, or no fur just skin). Obviously in the third she can wear all regular beauty products, but it’s noncanonical and not my usual interpretation. I guess I’m somewhere in between them, but either way the skin just around her eyes could probably take fairly traditional products, and she could wear things like blush if there were a special style of product for it that doesn’t exist in our world to accommodate fluffy cheeks. As such, I think wearing lipstick or eyeliner isn’t out of the question for Catra ever, but things like eye shadow and blush get more iffy depending on your interpretation, and foundation is pretty far out there. All that “possible hybrid products” stuff established, Perfuma’s line has a lot of stuff like that included and that’s part of why Catra was talking about the differences in formula for their different kinds of skin. And if you always picture her hairless then I suppose she was just talking about the colors on different skintones to you.

⦁ I had a whole thing I cut out from this chapter about how Catra transitioned under Weaver but I deleted it for the transphobia. I’m going to cover it here, but like, trigger warning. Basically, context matters a lot, so stuff that’s just problematic for reasons unrelated to transphobia in their world is awful in ours. With it being socially acceptable, Weaver didn’t have a lot of reason to say no to Catra’s transition other than it being expensive, which led to things like Catra borrowing Adora’s clothes until she had outgrown the ones she already had and Weaver would let her buy new ones from the right department now she had to spend the money anyway (did they look much different than the ones she already had since neither of them are super femme? No. Did they feel better? Yes). Adora mentions Catra doing HRT young, which was absolutely what Catra wanted, but the part I cut out was that this was one of her few choices that Weaver fully supported her in. Support is kind of a bad word, though, because the reason she approved was she thought that Catra needed to transition as early as possible if she was going to do it because otherwise she might not fit beauty standards and not get any parts. Growing up ugly might as well be every pageant mom’s worst fear and has little to do with gender in-universe, but IRL this is just horrible. There’s so many people who have thought that they couldn’t/shouldn’t transition because it was “too late” and I didn’t want to include anything like it in the fic. I’m only including it here because I’ve previously thought about how controlling Weaver would be in a situation where either of them transitions (in AUs or canon) so I had to think about what would lead her to supporting it and keeping it “a secret” in this AU over the years of Catra’s fame. At this point revealing Catra is trans wouldn’t gain Weaver anything other than making Catra uncomfortable about strangers knowing her deadname or just thinking about her genitals at all (I’ll never forget that Laverne Cox interview where the interviewer thought for some reason they could/should ask about if she had bottom surgery and she just had to laugh it off and say “I’m very happy with the situation down there” without clarifying).

⦁ Regarding timing, my trans headcanons for them fall in line with my sexuality headcanons for them. Catra knows and falls young, but Adora takes a lot longer and might need a big push. In the case of transitioning, Catra realizes very young she’s a girl and is insistent on the fact no matter what others try to tell her. Adora tries to push through it and doesn’t understand why she can’t live up to macho standards or whatever (or never feels like she is, anyway) until eventually enough shit piles on and the realization breaks that she never wanted that set of standards anyway. She would absolutely be the one to be like “Well I’m just Aware™️ of toxic masculinity because I listen to my female friends so much and that’s why everything feels wrong, no need to question the masculine part tho!” with her blinders on full force.

Chapter 7:

⦁ Adora is continually baffled by Catra’s ability to not measure things or use a recipe.

⦁ Entrapta is primarily a VFX and CGI artist in this verse but not a force on Earth could stop her from hacking sometimes.

⦁ Part of the reason Catra wanted the site down was for Adora’s sake. She knows the joke bothers her too.

⦁ Chapters 5, 6, and 7 are interesting because they all contain a scene that was originally in one of the others. They saw a lot of rearranging, which is the main reason I took three days before posting chapters 4 and 5 as I got 5/6/7 settled. I’m ordering this by how things originally started and putting where they ended up in parenthesis. Originally, Chapter 5 had the morning after scene (CH5), an Instagram scene (deleted, I’ll explain in a sec), the the aquarium scene (CH6), photoshoot scene (CH6), and the confession scene (CH6). Then the fic rolled right into the final chapter, 6, with the talk show (CH7) and Clawdeen scenes (CH7). More stuff from the final epilogue was planned to come after but by then I had new ideas and ended up inserting two new chapters to accommodate them. The cut “Instagram” scene featured Adora seeing Catra with the Star siblings on Jewel’s Instagram story and wondering about where things stood with her and Tali. She tried to focus on her shoot, but that night Catra texted her for a booty call and Adora accepted. It gave Adora some confidence that Catra was coming to her when Tali was more convenient, but she also didn’t know if Catra had just struck out. The truth was that being around someone she used to hook up with got Catra thinking down those lines again (horny) so she called Adora up. This felt like too early or them to hook up again, though, and writing that scene got me thinking about the dynamic between all three of them, which gave me the idea for the club dance scenes. When I initially wrote them, they opened chapter 6 following the confession scene and were really different. It didn’t fit with them already being “official,” even if it was casual. I didn’t want to have two scenes centered around the Tali thing either since it really wasn’t a big deal in their lives, so I cut the earlier Instagram scene in favor of the dancing and moved it to before the confession by moving the photoshoot and confession back to chapter 6. I also wrote the scene in Catra’s kitchen at that time (originally opening CH6) but moved it back because (conversely) it didn’t fit with them not being together yet. That’s when Chapter 6 took it’s final form in the fic. I changed the concept of Chapter 7 to go from “wrap up/epilogue” to “public interacting with their relationship” with epilogue following in Chapter 8. I moved the kitchen scene in to 7 and paired it with the talk show and Clawdeen scenes for the final version in the fic. Whenever I moved a scene, it needed rewriting to fit within the tone of their relationship in its new place in the timeline, but sometimes that was the entire reason I moved scenes. The club/dance scenes did not feel like they took place when their relationship was confirmed, so I moved them back to before it. The scene in Catra’s kitchen didn’t feel like it took place before they were confirmed because Adora should have been freaking out about the implications of people thinking they were dating a lot more, so I moved it after. All these moves still required tweaks, but I think everything flows way better where it is now and the chapters (5, 6, 7, and 8) are all decent lengths rather than the final two chapters turning out to be behemoths. After writing this note, I realized I had to go back and rearrange bullet points in my fic notes too since the relevant scenes had moved LOL

Chapter 8:

⦁ The reason Adora’s house is so far out is because that’s what it takes to get a quiet neighborhood where no one will rat her out to the press. Some of her neighbors recognize her, but so far everyone has been chill.

⦁ I’m putting it here because I kept waiting to squeeze it into the fic and I never did so this is my last chance: Weaver’s “backstory” in this is that she wanted to be a Hollywood star and thought she had gotten her big break when she was cast in a soap opera that showed promise. Season one was so bad it crashed hard and almost sabotaged the careers of anyone associated it. Still, hate watching numbers are still numbers, so it came back for a second season that had such low viewership numbers (since it wasn’t even interesting enough for hate watching really and that kind of thing always has a limit) that it was canceled halfway through and the rest of the filmed episodes never aired. Weaver pretty much never got cast in anything again. When she started to age, she “accepted” it was over since Hollywood likes young and beautiful women. She became an acting teacher, and after one of the children from her first set of classes went on to get a successful role, Weaver saw the dollar signs and the chance to maybe grasp at a fraction of the fame she wanted. She decided to foster two potential cash cows and try to raise them up with her as their stage manager so she can directly attribute their success to her (this was as important to her from a personal vindication standpoint as it was a financial one) and finally say that she clearly had what it took to make it in Hollywood since she could steer others through it, she just got unlucky guys :(

⦁ Before I wrote anything for this AU I predicted it would be 5 chapters and 15k, but by the time I went to post it that... was obviously wrong and I said 6 chapters at 30k. It ended up at 38k and honestly at this point I'm calling that win with my history.

⦁ Okay this AU. is interesting. Normally I would put an “Original Outline” at the end of the chapter summary but this one is really brief so I’m just tacking it onto Chapter 8. The idea for this AU came when I was listening to City Of Angels and went “the Catradora vibes are so here,” so I put it on my possible AUs list as just “City of Angels AU” and moved on, waiting for that idea to catch. A few months later (back in February or March probably?) I randomly got the idea for — essentially — chapter 4. I outlined the award show scene with the stupid golden touch joke, them talking on their date (though when I outlined it the conversation had no context) and then them in the car and going home together after “some party.” I had other fics at the time that I was working on, so it had to wait in line, but it was really stupid and fun. I didn’t have much overarching planning ahead of time, so there’s not much to go over other than stuff like the changes around Chapter 5, 6, and 7, but I will say the old plan was for the stuff I labeled as CH5 to, well, be in chapter 5 and then the final chapter would be award show stuff and them at a party together. As I was writing I watched Eddy Burbank’s video on the death of late night TV and added the interview scene (I find those a lot of fun anyway so it was kind of glaring that one was missing in hindsight) and then the Clawdeen scene just kind of happened and led to other changes. The final scene of the fic was outlined before all the major changes that added two more chapters, but it just added to the roster of scenes that required the buffing out.

Upcoming:

So. Here’s the thing. I kind of promised I wouldn’t do something a long time ago and like, I’ve dabbled adjacent to it, but now we’re. we’re just doing the damn thing. So the next AU is called Trade Today For Tomorrow. And it’s going to be up like, in the next day or two probably. Because I’m insane. I wrote over 7000 words in one day. Actually I did something similar for this project, I had like two 6k~ days. I’m in my unhinged era.

#im fucking INSANE for my next project so i had to edit this so i could post it and be able to start doing that #i mean i finished CoA 4 days ago. ive just been posting every other day while i work on the new thing since its fucking long #but brrrrrrr its almost time so lets get this up tonight #coa #fic notes #ficmeta

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theycallme-thejackal · 1 year

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95) "Are those... bite marks?"

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

Lenny looks at Joel on the other side of the bar.

"Maybe?" Lenny replies.

"You're cheating on Midge?"

"What? No," he responds, confused.

"Midge doesn't bite," Joel insists.

"Okay," Lenny scoffs, waving his hand. "I'm not cheating on Midge."

Joel leans in conspiratorially. “Come on. If anyone can understand, it’s me. Midge is...a lot to handle. I wouldn’t blame you.”

Lenny stares at him for a long moment. “Are you...bragging about cheating on your wife?”

“What? No!”

“Sounds like you’re bragging,” Lenny presses.

“I’m not! I’m just saying - ”

“That you want me to confide in you about an affair. Marilyn fucking Monroe could strip down and sit on my lap, and I’d just say, sorry, Miss Monroe, but I’m not interested. And even if I was cheating, the last person I would ever discuss that with would be the ex-husband who couldn’t even identify the correct suitcase to pack.”

Joel looks at him icily, and Lenny spots Midge coming out of the bathroom. “Bye, Joel,” he says, setting his glass down on the bar. “Thanks for the drink.”

He strides over to his girlfriend, who seems surprised they’re not staying at the club when he tugs her toward the door. “Lenny?” She asks when they get to the sidewalk. “What’s going on? Did one of your dealers show up?”

He barks a mirthless laugh and then lights a cigarette, taking a long drag. “I wish. I could’ve just told them to fuck off.”

“So what happened?”

He sighs, exhaling smoke. “Joel accused me of cheating on you.”

Midge’s brows fly toward her hairline. “Why the hell would he do that?”

“Because he thinks you don’t bite and therefore this - ” He tugs his collar, exposing the full mark - “couldn’t have possibly been your handiwork.”

“Okay, but you’re not cheating on me.”

“Of course not!”

“So then why are you so upset?” She asks. “Really, Lenny, Joel’s been an idiot so many times, but I’ve never seen you so upset.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “He wanted me to fucking confide in him. Like we were gossiping over brunch or some shit.”

Midge nods slowly and reaches for him. She gently takes his hand and tangles their fingers together. “Lenny,” she murmurs. He meets her gaze reluctantly. “I never left a mark like that on Joel because he never ever made come that hard.”

His lip twitches a little in amusement, and she slips her other arm around his neck as she whispers huskily, “And I came so good because I love you.”

That gets a chuckle out of him, using his act to make her point. “I love you too, sweetheart. So much.”

She grins and kisses him tenderly. “I think maybe I’ll have Susie take the Button off the rotation for a while."

“You don’t have to do that. I can handle it,” he promises, squeezing her hand.

“You shouldn’t have to,” she replies. “And honestly I could use some space from Joel, too.”

He sighs and pulls her closer, kissing her forehead. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“A million things,” she answers, tipping her head up to look at him before stealing his cigarette. “Now, I wasn’t able to use my drink tickets, so you owe me a martini, Mr. Bruce.”

He chuckles and slips his arm around her shoulders as she takes a drag. “I suppose it’s the least I can do.”

“And if you’re very good tonight, maybe I’ll let you leave a mark of your own.”

Lenny smiles and kisses her hair as they leave the Button Club behind.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers

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skepticalarrie · 1 year

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Hello Allie

I´m from another fandom (Katy Perry), but I am familiar with Harry Styles (some of his songs) and the whole Larry Styles discourse. I am very curious to ask you this since, in my own fandom, I don't have to deal with the stuff you Directioners deal with (luckily ;). So, from the point of view of an outsider (me), it seems very difficult to enjoy Harry's songwriting. I have no idea how you people do that, and I'll explain why.

I know that Harry Styles is the big thing right now, and I know from a few other artists that big artists usually need to use stunt songs to make their albums interesting (like Halsey said, for example).

So, my question to you is actually; how can you (as a harry stan who doesn't believe the womanizer image but does believe he is with Louis) enjoy his songs when there are so many stunt mentions in there? For example:

''Leave America'' in As It Was

Beechwood cafe in Falling

''Wandering hands'' in Falling

The voicemail thing in Cherry

Finally, I have another question. I have read a little about people who believe in Larry Styles, and I wanted to know how you all know (from Harry's lyrics) if it is a stunt song OR if it is about his relationship with Louis? Like, how do you distinguish that? Because I wouldn't be able to know whether (for example) ''wandering hands'' was about his relationship with Louis or a PR girlfriend. So how do you know that?

Thank you in advance, Allie. You seem such a nice person, by the way :)

Oh, I love Katy Perry! This is a fun cross-over 🤗 This is a pretty long answer, sorry:

I think your questions are very pertinent because these are in fact the same kind of questions a lot of people seem to struggle with around here as well. For me, it's quite simple, Harry is a fantastic musician, performer and songwriter. He is so much bigger than his stunts, or his closeting. So, yes, it sucks that stunts need to happen and that he openly uses that on his music sometimes, I wish it was different, but I'm not letting that ruin my experience. Stunt songs are also good songs most of the time, and it's up to you what you will make out of it... because also the wonderful thing about Harry's songs is that he doesn't talk about them, he's not going to give you the meaning or the answer. So you can take from them whatever makes more sense to you and what makes you connect with the songs. So the examples that you used like AIW, Falling... these are not even stunt songs IMO, it's just one line that is just assumed it's linked to stunts. And I have a hundred other different interpretations of these two that make more sense to me. So honestly, most of the time these lines and assumptions become irrelevant to me pretty quickly. The two songs that were truly kind of ruined for me because of stunts are Cherry and Watermelon Sugar, which are the only two songs he openly talked about the meaning of it and all of that. I think a line was crossed with these and that made me enjoy it less. But not really because of the stunt, but more because it turned into something forced and less honest, so that was the bottom line when it comes to my experience of enjoying his music.

Another point - and that's already linked to your second question - is that Harry is also incredibly smart in his songwriting, he loves double meanings and he mastered that since back in 1D days. He will give you the stunt line, or stunt connection, but that doesn't make his songwriting less honest or less autobiographical. So take songs like Carolina and Cinema, these were obviously made with stunts in mind... but they're so obviously about drugs if you truly stop to analyse the song and not what is being said superficially. He does that all the time, his songs are so layered! And once you start cracking the code of his songwriting and his sense of humour, it's kind of funny to see people thinking he wrote a song about OW while in reality he's living his best life talking about gay sex and poppers between the lines.

But it's easy to pick up whether it's a stunt line/song or not, because if it fits a certain narrative being told on tabloids... well, it's because that line is supposed to be there to create all the commotion. Fine Line was the "break up" and "cheating" album, so there are a bunch of lines there that could be interpreted that way, which is not a coincidence. And like I said, people will make interpretations according to what they know and believe, but it's not necessarily what is being told there. Personally, I think that what a lot of people seem to interpret as "break up" in their songs, it's about spending time apart and struggling with their closeting. And that's when all the context and patterns over the years start contributing to these interpretations. Because listen... we've been watching Harry and Louis closely for many years, so you inevitably start to piece things together and you start to make sense of it.

Harry's songs are incredibly layered and I think people end up frustrated when they don't realise that and try to oversimply things and want definitive answers about things. When in reality, there are so many different ways of looking at it, so many different interpretations and people will just believe what makes more sense, because at the end of the day it's all guessing and that's it 🤷‍♀️

I hope that I was able to give the answer you were looking for. Oh! and by the way, their "ship name" is Larry Stylinson, I find it super cute that you kept referring to them as Larry Styles jahsjahskj 😂

#ask #songwriting #stunt songs #stunt lines

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sameoldrigmarole · 6 months

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We need to talk about Friend-zoning

No one will read this, but I need to get it off my chest. Friend-zoning needs to stop.

In the recent past, I changed jobs. It’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. However, to an ex-coworker, this apparently made me a target.

I’ve known this boy (I call men, men, when they act like it) for 4 years. I’ve never treated him any different than any other person I’ve worked with. Because I wasn’t a raging bitch to him from the start we just have a “connection”.

It started with him texting me when he was drunk. I’d blow it off and tell him to sleep it off. It progressed to texting me at a work function I was invited to while his wife was on his arm (did I mention he was married?). I again asked him how many drinks he’d had and when he insisted he was being sincere I, gently but firmly, told him we would never be more than friends.

The way he turned so quickly. “I really feel a connection with you and I know you feel it too.” Strike one was telling me how I should feel. He only knows me through work. He’s never seen the real me. Honestly strike one should have been trying to hit me up when he’s MARRIED. But I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Then he tried to imply I wasn’t interested in men. Like there’s no way in the world he could ever be turned down, I must be a lesbian. Sir, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. I’d honestly prefer a woman to speaking with you at this point. But I’m asexual. I don’t give a shit about anybody, but that’s none of your damn business and I don’t have to explain myself to you. Not to mention he’s 13 years my senior and MARRIED. Strike two.

I SAID NO. But when has that EVER been enough.

He started texting me in the middle of the night last weekend. I realized the day was coming where I was going to have to be professionally mean. I didn’t respond to the texts stating that he wanted to see me “can you get away?” As if I’m the one that’s sneaking around. He texts again two days later “why didn’t you text me back?” I was sleeping and I don’t owe you anything! He had the audacity to tell me there was no way I was asleep. Boy! I’ve made every decision to NOT have you in my bed. Are you seriously trying to tell me why I didn’t respond.

And you’re thinking. Why entertain this? Why don’t you just tell him to fuck off? Well, the industry I’m in, I can’t lose the connections I have at my old job. Not in a bad way at least. So I’m doing everything I can to not turn this into a bad situation for either of us. I’m not trying to ruin anyone’s life here.

TODAY he texts me while I’m at work in meetings all day. “Let’s go get a drink tonight.” I didn’t respond right away. I’m at work. I don’t have time for the bullshit. If no one’s dying, I’ll talk to you later. This fucker texts me an hour later saying “I’ll take that as a no, sorry I won’t bother you anymore.”

Strike three.

One thing that people don’t know/understand about me, I do everything I can to make time for people. I’ve always felt like I’ve bothered those around me. Call it childhood trauma or whatever. This was possibly one of the worst things someone could say to me. I go out of my way to make sure people don’t think I’m bothered by them. This was my tipping point. It infuriated me and I don’t take things sitting down. I put it out there. Told him I wasn’t going to apologize for not getting back to him when I was at work. I’m neither his wife or girlfriend. I owe him nothing. I’ve now said multiple times that this wouldn’t go further than a friendship and I’d hoped that he would respect me enough to accept that and not accuse me of being bothered by him when I make time for people when it’s genuine. And I told him that saying that and treating me this way hurt and I don’t deserve it.

He went off. Apologizing if I misunderstood him and telling me that he would appreciate it if i stopped speaking about it because it’s getting around the office. Boy! I’ve spoken to you. Sorry if you can’t stop running your mouth. And what’s with the gaslighting. I have the receipts. There’s no misunderstanding what you were doing.

But back to the main topic. The whole time he accused me of friend-zoning him. Because I was friendly? Because I listen when people talk? I never asked for anything from him. Never lead him into thinking that this was anything more than friendship, but I’m doing him wrong because I didn’t give in and go out with him? I cared more about my female coworkers than I ever did about him, but I’m the problem because he’s delusional?

Stop saying you’re friend-zoned. YOU misinterpreted a situation. It sucks. It doesn’t feel good. But just own up to it!

We are not to blame for your hurt feelings if we didn’t know or reciprocate them in any way.

I refuse to be villainized because I didn’t go along with a predators schemes. Because that’s all this was. He was trying to manipulate me into doing something that I didn’t want to do. Does that make men feel better? Having a girl give you a sympathy lay because they feel bad for you? Does that not make you feel as small as you are?

Get yourself out of the damn friend-zone and grow the fuck up.

#friendzone #predator #it’s a secret 🤫#this is why I don’t date #I just want to live my life #no one will read this #personal rant #rant post #thank you for coming to this ted talk #this is exhausting #all you are is mean #and a liar #and pathetic

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gsstories · 10 months

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Scars and Scales... and Feathers?!

(This a lil AU thing I have have had for a while. May make more, idk. Character used as the kelpie reader is my friend @ikari-shinsei‘s OC. Original story is Scars and Scales by @intistone, recommend you reading it will make you cry and the fluff will kill you and just, wholesome and traumatized kids, so yeah. Anyway, enjoy this lil shit of mine :))

'I am here, I am queer- what is happening here?'

Those were the first words Cameron, the kelpie who had pale skin, fluffy hair, brown eyes and a few freckles, heard when he woke up in the morning. He ran out of his room only to see his girlfriend Alanis looking at both siren kids, who are terrified as Hell might I say, of the new person, Moon growling and hissing while Sundrop is trying to hide himself. Meanwhile Alanis seemed to be having a crisis on her own, although silently. She was just... staring at the sirens.

She finally turns to Cameron and gives him a look of ‘What is this??’ and Cameron chuckles nervously.

“I can explain...” Cameron replied.

“Ya better cause I didn’t expect to come home to see two siren kids in a pillow fort. Cute but surprising.” Alanis said. “When-When did you find them?”

“Right when you left for your deliveries.” Cameron mumbled softly.

“Right after I left? Why does the interesting stuff always happens when I ain’t home?! Dang it.” Alanis huffed as she crossed her arms.

Despite being a grown woman, Alanis sometimes acted childish. Some find it weird, others endearing. Well, at least she wasn’t freaking out about the kids. Although knowing what she is, she doesn’t freak out over what is home but over the why and how.

“So, what are this kiddos’ names?” Alanis asked as she crouched to take a better look at the kids, wincing a bit when she sees their scars. “And where did you find them?”

“They didn’t really have names so I call them Sun and Moon.” Cameron said.

“Hmm, fitting.” Alanis said as she tilted her head at the kids, who tilted their heads like she did.

“I, uhh, well, technically Smokey, found them in a crate.” Cameron started explaining.

“A crate?” Alanis repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, a wooden crate. They were inside and chained up with chains, cuffs and stuff.” Cameron said.

“I... see.” Alanis said while gritting her teeth, her eyes flashing white for a moment at the thoughts of the kids chained up and hurt.

The woman closed her eyes and hit her head softly before opening them again, eyes back to normal. She turned to Cameron.

“Has it been hard taking care of these two?” Alanis asked.

“A bit. They don’t really trust me but they are doing okay, I think. They have been eating at least but still gotta check on those wounds they have.” Cameron said before wincing.

“What?” Alanis asked, confused.

“I should have mentioned Moon is a biter.” Cameron said as he pointed at Alanis’ arm.

Alanis turned and saw Moon gnawing at her arm, and Alanis hadn’t really felt a thing until Cameron pointed it out. It didn’t really hurt honestly.

“Haha, ow. Okay then.” Alanis just chuckled at Moon’s actions. “Ya know, I met sirens like you kiddos, many times.”

Moon stopped gnawing at her arm and looked at her curiously. Sun did as well from the safety of their blanket fort, and so Alanis started telling some stories to them. Kids love stories anyways.

“Yeah, it feels just like yesterday when I met em! Real big, terrifying creatures, destroying the ships of those who entered their waters! It was only really to humans though, with other creatures they were real nice. I befriended some, years ago. I wonder how they are doing...” Alanis kept talking to the kids, she just loved talking.

Cameron just smiled at the sight, glad Alanis had taken everything well. Now it’s just to tell her why his arm is bandaged up. Hoo boy.

(Hope you enjoyed this lil story thing! I shall probably add more about Alanis and Cameron and their shenanigans with the kiddos! For now, good day/night/evening!)

#scars and scales #kelpie au #intistone #siren moondrop #siren sundrop #OC #hell AU #exorcist angel

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sapphic-luthor · 1 year

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hey lia! i was wondering if i could ask you a question about queer dating on dating apps? if this is too much or you’d rather not answer for whatever reason, you can totally ignore this, no worries!

so i’ve recently come to accept my identity as a queer woman but i have little to no dating experience as a 21yo. i live in a red state and i’m not really at a place where i can safely come out to everyone in my life, but i’ve been wanting to try dating again. i saw your other ask about open communication for fellow baby queers on dating apps like hinge, so i was wondering if you have any advice on how best to bring up this fact? like how would i bring up the fact that i am not out yet and that i would understand if they wouldn’t want to pursue something with me with that in mind? i don’t know how i’d transition from someone responding to a prompt on my profile that has nothing to do with sexuality to something sort of heavy like this. basically what i’m asking is if you have any suggestions for how to best bring up my situation to someone i might match with, and whether there’s a specific length of time after matching when i should bring it up before it’s “too late”? you always give great advice that’s helped me in the past so i was wondering if you’d be able to lend a hand here as well. anyways, thank you! i appreciate you and your blog a great deal, and i hope you and your gf are staying safe and healthy!

hmmmm okay so this is a bit of a tough one. i actually sent this along to my girlfriend to get her thoughts bc she was VERY newly out when i met her and she had a biiiiit of this experience of being new to it, but not so much being closeted. but anyway here are our collective thoughts:

so for one, i think, you gotta make sure you know what you’re looking for on these apps. if you’re hoping to kiss some cute girls and have a nice date or two casually, then i almost don’t think it’s that important to tell people about a lack of experience to be honest? like. when you’re just having a bit of fun you don’t owe too much to other people, but the world of “casual” dating often moves very quickly and can be very overwhelming for somebody who’s newly settled in their sexuality, and may not be interested in or know how to navigate the kinds of people who are mostly seeking out one night stands and the like.

and listen! there’s no harm if casual isn’t your style (and based on your concerns about when/how to talk about being closeted it doesn’t seem like it is), but that does create a few more difficulties for you.

so here’s the thing, and this may be really disappointing to hear: i kind of think you need to leave.

now obviously “just move!!” is like, a deeply stupid and tone deaf thing to present as a solution because it’s very much not that easy, and i swear i understand that. i’m by no means recommending you up and run to san francisco and all your problems will be solved because the crosswalks are painted rainbow or whatever. moving is daunting, and difficult, and most importantly: fucking expensive.

but what you really, really, need is a community to feel safe and accepted in. and that doesn’t mean moving to a blue state or a big gay city or whatever— many many people successfully build these communities for themselves in the most seemingly unlikely of places. gay people have a real knack for creating their own families, and if your biological family is not accepting of you (which is what i’m reading into this, so apologies if that’s off mark), there is absolutely a family out there for you that will be. we are honestly everywhere, and we’ve always been, but it is near impossible to build yourself that sort of life when you’re still stuck in one where you don’t feel free.

here’s the big crux of things in my (our) opinion; you’re going to have a very, very, very, hard time trying to build a healthy relationship while you’re in an environment that doesn’t accept you. this is even without considering the details of when or how to tell somebody on a dating app— this is just that on the whole, i believe bringing a partner into a life where they have to shrink themselves or pass as straight to feel accepted (even if they agree to or are used to it) is going to make everyone ultimately miserable, and put unbelievable strain and sadness on your relationship.

i think you really, really need the opportunity to build a life for yourself that isnt predicated on the hatred around you, and i think you really need some kind of independence to achieve that safely. i don’t know you personally and can’t say what that path forward might look like, but i do think it’s really important for you to get to a place in your life where you can start to build these really important romantic relationships.

like i have friends who moved states, moved across the country, moved internationally, whatever-- and that’s all fine and good. but i also have friends who are less than an hour’s drive from home and aren’t out to their parents (and may never be!) but have their own home and work and friends and life disconnected from the homophobia of their past. they have gay roommates and throw gay brunches with their gay friends and they can join lgbt clubs in their community or universities and all of that is done without looking over a shoulder, without wondering what a parent would say, or without the daily worries that come along with living under somebody else’s roof, you know?

obviously i can imagine this is not really the advice you wanted, and let me be totally clear: i’m not saying “you can’t date until you move and come out” because everyone’s life (and comfort level, and safety) is so different, and you can find love in the damnedest of places. but i am definitely saying that it’s probably going to be very hard for you while you’re still stuck where you are, and there’s a good chance of just heartbreak after heartbreak trying to manage a dating app where people are often wary of those still in the closet, or if you were to find a relationship that was really important to you that you then had to confine to secrecy, you know what i mean?

gf also wants to follow up with: while you’re working out your long term plans or who and what you want to be as you get a bit older, there’s endless gay media to consume in the meantime. (the summer she realised she was a lesbian she read like 35 lesbian books in the space of a few months lmao.)

and don’t forget there are also endless gay little people in your computer who are rooting for you and proud of you as you figure out what life is going to look like, and we are here to help the best we can!!

#i hope u can feel the love and hope and pride i have for u in this response #i know it isn't really the most uplifting of things i could say but it is the advice i feel like is the truest #and i want good things for u like u are my sweet gay little sister #anonymous #answered

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Hey!! How’re you doing?

I saw this comment on reddit the other day and it was about Seventeen needing to cut the y/n fanservice boyfriend thing because it would end up in a Chen situation and it made me really curious as to what you thought about this comment!

Ofc you don’t have to! I just found this kind of interesting :) hope you’re well!

hi! i am doing okay. i am on vacation right now, so i am pretty relaxed right now - my anxiety is at a manageable level and so are my other little chronic issues. thank you! i hope you are doing well, too.

now, to your question. i think this is an issue with a lot of layers. on one hand, there is obviously exo. at one point, exo was korea's biggest boygroup, literally their first choice in presenting the nation that is south korea (their nickname 'the nation's first pick' doesn't come from nowhere), and with that along came a lot of honors and opporturnities. so, exo was a little more than just a y/n fanservice boyfriend group, they have had a cultural and national significance. in that case, the member to become married/a father first was always gonna end up in a tricky situation. the other side of the story, though, is that these men don't owe anyone anything, not even their fans. especially not the fans that are delusional enough to buy into a fabricated notion of being a pop-star's girlfriend. jongdae had (and still has) every right in the world to start a family and get married, just as k-drama actors do and the general population is allowed to as well. why would this be a privilege to him? he is a singer, first and foremost. yes, he is an idol, but even in their hayday, exo wasn't the most fan service-y group in the world. there are members in the group that are and never will be game for it (think kyungsoo, for example, sehun too, and yes, jongdae as well), and on the other side there are members, like baekhyun, minseok and junmyeon, that do a lot of fanservice, especially baekhyun. and even so, these days it is rarely about being y/n's boyfriend.

the thing with seventeen is sort of the same except that they don't have the same cultural relevancy as exo did. there are members in the group who do not engage in that sort of fanservice - woozi, first and foremost, minghao (who shuts it down at first glance), vernon, jeonghan (who teases and turns it upon its head rather than fully engages in y/n nonsense), wonwoo. the members that do are obviously the ones most "sought" after. people go crazy over mingyu and joshua (and even joshua is rather tame). but honestly, the only person who baits hard in that direction is mingyu ... and i think he a) is having a good time with it and b) has every girl or guy he interacts with romantically or sexually so tightly locked under a book-thick NDA, we will never know shit beyond gossip.

so, in conclusion. i do not think they have to cut out anything - their concepts rarely revolve around girls anymore, and more around conceptualized ideas of love/infatuation/longing or lore, and you can see it in the _world mv already. it's a POV mv without a female (or male) lead, for that matter. it is up to the viewer to feel drawn in. i see seventeen as men my own age and while i love to joke about vernon or jihoon, i have absolutely no delusions in that regard. it is all in good fun. after all, this is the purpose of many kpop groups and there is no harm in engaging with it and having a little fun. (as a gay male bg fan, i have absolutely no illusions, by the way. just saying.)

that said, there will always be controversy when an idol announces their marriage or engagement, and i wish there wasn't. these people are allowed a private life just as much as anyone else and the general (korean) public should stop shunning men for living their lives instead of adhering to the made up version people have of them.

#ask #anon #lots of layers here that would take much longer to dig into #kaz talks svt

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vgckwb · 1 year

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 135: Coming to America

Ren was all set to go to Hawaii the next morning. Sojiro came up to greet her on her way out. “Have fun on your trip,” he said. “I’ll look after Futaba and Morgana while you’re gone.”

Ren smiled. “Thanks Boss.”

“Heh, don’t mention it,” Sojiro replied. “Although, you owe me one.”

“I think we’re well past the point of me owing you just ‘one’,” Ren rebutted.

“Maybe,” Sojiro said, “if I wasn’t taking care of you.” Ren seemed a little confused. “Don’t worry about it. If you ever have kids someday, you’ll understand.”

“Um…” Ren reacted.

“I know,” Sojiro said. “But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.”

“True, I guess,” Ren said. “Although I haven’t thought that far ahead. I mean, honestly, the idea of me having a girlfriend at all seemed like a non-starter for the longest time.”

“Heh heh,” Sojiro chuckled. “I was the same way once too. Life can be funny like that, you know.”

“Heh heh, yeah,” Ren agreed.

“Well, I shouldn't keep you any further,” Sojiro said. “Take care now.”

Ren nodded, and then took her things to set off. She noticed Morgana on the couch and decided to say goodbye to him too. “Hey,” she said. “I’ll be back soon.”

“I know,” Morgana said. “It’s just,” he sighed, “this is the first time in a while I’ll be apart from you, ya know?”

“Yeah,” Ren said. “But you’ll have Sojiro and Futaba. Not to mention Jose. And if my move to Tokyo has taught me anything, it’s that with the right people, you can get through anything.”

“Hm. True,” Morgana smirked. “You go on and have fun. And once you get back, we’ll have the results from Makoto’s sister’s computer.”

Ren giggled. “We’ll get you something nice from Hawaii too.”

“Can’t wait!” Morgana said. Ren gave him a quick scratch behind his ears and then headed out.

Later at the airport, Ren, Ann, Makoto, and Lena were gathered. Ann yawned. “I’m so sleepy.”

“We have about a six hour plane ride,” Makoto replied. “I’d recommend getting some sleep on the way there.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Ann replied.

Lena was excited. “Eeeeee! I can’t wait! I’ll be in America again!”

“Are you from Hawaii?” Ren asked.

Lena shook her head. “But I can call my parents and actually have a bit of a conversation with them. It is a bit exhausting to practically be on the other side of the world. It’s night for me when it’s day for them, and vice versa.”

“Gotcha,” Ren said.

Lena grinned. “But this way, I’ll only be five hours behind! Or, is it six? Hang on, is it daylight savings time? Uhhhhh.”

Ryuji came rushing in. He made it to the rest of the group. He was panting. “I made it just in time. I didn't think I’d need to make such a mad dash.”

“Really?” Lena said. “Because airports are usually like this.”

“Well, I mean, I’ve never been to one, so…” Ryuji replied.

“Wait, like, ever?” Ann wondered.

“Uh, yeah,” Ryuji said.

“Huh,” Ann replied.

“I mean, I’ve never needed too,” Ryuji said. “And my family isn’t the kind to afford a vacation that requires a plane. So it just never came up.” Ann came over to give Ryuji a hug. Ryuji reciprocated the hug. “Thanks.” They let go. “I mean, I don’t mind exactly, but I get it.”

Ann chuckled. “Well, if you want any pointers, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Maybe you should have told him what to pack,” Makoto said. “It seems like you’re a little light.”

“Is it?” Ryuji wondered. “I mean, we’re only there for four days. How much could I need?”

“Ryuji is a simple man,” Ren said.

“I guess that’s fair,” Makoto said.

Ryuji was confused. “Don’t worry,” Ann said. “They weren’t insulting you.” Ryuji sighed, relieved.

“Besides, I always find I pack too much,” Lena said. “Maybe I could learn a thing or two from you.”

“Oh, uh, well, I think Ann might be a better teacher in that area,” Ryuji said. “I mean, she and her family have gone back and forth from America so many times, I think she could coordinate a travel bag down to the millimeter.”

Ann giggled. “Well, I’m flattered,” she replied, “but I don’t think that I’m that good.”

Mishima walked over to the group. “The teachers want us by the gates. It looks like we’ll be boarding soon.”

Makoto nodded. “Thanks Mishima.” Mishima nodded, and started heading out.

“Huh,” Ann said.

“What is it?” Ryuji asked.

“It’s nothing,” Ann said. “I’m just a little surprised is all. Flights to and from America are usually delayed.”

“Gotcha,” Ryuji said.

“Say, why don’t we take a picture before we go?!” Lena suggested.

Ren smiled. “Good idea.”

“Well let’s make this quick,” Makoto said. “I don’t want to miss our flight.”

Ren got her phone out. “Gather round everyone!” They all gathered. “Say ‘Hawaii!’”

“Hawaii!” Ren took the picture.

They all looked at the picture. “Hm. I have to say, it looks really good,” Makoto said.

“No kidding!” Lena replied.

Ren noticed she got a message from Futaba.

Futaba: Ryuji, you got some gunk in your eye.

“Huh?” Ryuji said. He wiped his eyes. “Holy crap, she’s right!”

“How could she tell?” Ann wondered.

Futaba: Surprised?

Futaba: I snuck a camera on Ren’s phone.

Futaba: Never underestimate the power of the Original Medjed.

Makoto was stone solid. “I am so glad she’s on our side.”

Futaba: Me too.

Futaba: You’re all really cool!

“Heh heh, thanks,” Lena said.

“Well, we should head out,” Ann said.

Makoto nodded. “I agree.” They started towards the gate. Ren messaged Futaba.

Ren: Sorry for not saying goodbye in person.

Futaba: Eh, it’s OK. Just have a good time.

Ren: Will do. See you when I get back.

Futaba: Seeya!

Ren put her phone away and boarded the plane.

The plane ride there was rather uneventful. For the most part, everyone slept right through it; although some people slept longer than others. The last person to wake up was Ryuji, and he only did so at the beginning of their descent. However, he did wake up enough to see Diamond Head from the plane alongside everyone else.

Once they landed, they went through customs, and then were guided to their buses to get to their hotel. Once they arrived, everyone was a combination of excited and exhausted.

“I wanna go to the beach!” Ryuji exclaimed.

“We’re going to do that after room assignments,” Makoto told him.

“Oh,” Ryuji said, slightly disappointed.

“You should probably go meet up with the rest of your class,” Mishima said.

Ryuji sighed. “I guess.”

Ann chuckled. “Don’t worry, we can hang out once this is done, OK sweetie?”

Ryuji smiled. “OK. Seeya!” He gave Ann a peck on the cheek, and then headed off to get his room assignment.

Ann was blushing a bit. Ren chuckled and said “Smooth.”

Ann chuckled back. “Well, you know Ryuji: When he’s determined, he works really hard.”

“Too true,” Ren replied.

“So, do you want to be roomies?” Ann asked.

“Do you even have to ask?” Ren said.

“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear the two of you have been friends since elementary school,” Mishima stated.

Ann and Ren were a little surprised by this observation. “Well, I guess it’s because Ann is so easy to get along with,” Ren replied.

“What?!” Ann said, shocked. “No no no no no, it’s because YOU’RE so easy to get along with.”

“Uh, are you forgetting I LITERALLY had no friends in my hometown?” Ren retorted.

“Well that’s their loss,” Ann responded. “Because you really are easy to get along with.” The girls couldn’t hold their serious faces for long, and ended up laughing again.

“See, this is what I mean,” Mishima said. He sighed. “I kind of wish I was that close with Suzui still.”

“Well, I mean, you could try…” Ren offered, hoping it didn’t come off too bad.

“Yeah!” Ann said, picking up the ball. “I mean, we’re on a field trip. Now's the perfect chance to make some memories and get closer to people.”

Mishima was shocked. “You really think I could?” he asked.

“Well, after your room assignment, of course,” Ren reminded him.

“Oh, right,” Mishima said. “Um, let’s see…”

“Hey,” a voice said. A fellow student walked up to them. He had short black hair and hazel eyes. Ren and Makoto recognized him as one of the boys they caught making out at the arcade. “You’re in my class, right? You said you needed a roommate?”

“Uh, yeah,” Mishima said. “I guess we could be roommates.”

The boy turned over to Ren. “Is he cool?”

“Well, it depends,” Ren answered. “He has a tendency of getting ahead of himself. But in the way you’re asking, yes.”

The boy shrugged. “Good enough for me.”

“Wait, uh, what’s going on?” Mishima asked.

“I’ll explain once we get to our room,” the boy said.

“Uh, OK…” Mishima said, a little concerned.

Ren giggled. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, if you say so,” Mishima said. He turned to the boy. “Let’s go.”

“You two should get to your room as well,” Makoto said. “I still have others to help.”

Ren nodded. “Roger that!” She turned to Ann. “Let’s go!”

“K!” Ann responded. The two of them got their room keys and went to set their stuff in their room. Once they got there, Ann asked “So, which bed do you want?”

Ren looked over the identical beds. “I guess I’ll take the one closer to the window. I find it more comforting.”

“Oh, I totally get what you mean,” Ann said. “Just watching the night sky until you fall asleep. It is SO relaxing.”

“Well, do you want it?” Ren offered.

Ann jumped onto the bed closer to the door. “Mm, nah,” she replied. “I can see it just fine from here. It is a big window after all.”

“True,” Ren agreed.

Ann smiled. “Besides, it’s your first time in America. I figured I should let you call the shots.”

Ren was slightly embarrassed. “Well, that’s sweet.” Something occurred to Ren. “Oh yeah, do you have any family you want to call since you’re here? Like Lena?”

“Mmmmm, not really,” Ann said. “I mean, I do have family in the States, but it’s not like this arrangement is new to me, you know?”

“Gotcha,” Ren said.

“I’m a little surprised that you hadn’t talked to your parents much before they came to visit,” Ann said.

“Well, uh, I was just afraid, you know?” Ren admitted.

“I see,” Ann said. “Well, things seem to be going well now.”

Ren chuckled. “Yeah.” They continued arranging their stuff.

“Oh, by the way, what did that guy mean when he asked you if Mishima was ‘cool’?” Ann wondered. “Also, it seems like he knows your or something?”

Ren chuckled. “Well, it’s kind of a funny story…”

Meanwhile, Mishima and his new roommate were getting set up in their room. Mishima was a little curious about the exchange that happened before they agreed to this arrangement. Mishima then asked “So, um, what did you mean when you asked if I was, uh, ‘cool’?”

The boy looked at Mishima. “So…you’re cool with her?”

Mishima was a little surprised. “Um…yeah…we’re friends…”

“I see,” the boy responded.

“Eh heh,” Mishima laughed nervously.

The boy sighed. “I did say I’d explain it to you. If you need to know, I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh,” Mishima said. “You know, yeah, that kind of makes sense now. But um how do you know Amamiya-chan?”

The boy got a little nervous. “Well, uh, she and Niijima-senpai caught me and my boyfriend making out outside of an arcade. I was so worried, but she assured us that things would be OK because she was a lesbian, and she was friends with the student council president, so there was no need to worry.”

“I see,” Mishma said. “Well, your secret’s safe with me.”

Meanwhile, Ryuji was getting things ready in his room with his new roommate. He had shaggy brown hair and brown eyes, and was the other boy Ren and Makoto caught making out. “You know, usually I have trouble finding someone to buddy up with, but you asked me right away. I’m kind of curious about why.”

The other boy got a little nervous. “I just…it’s nothing.”

Ryuji was a little perplexed. “Um…K?”

“I just think, if push came to shove, you’d be fine with things,” the boy said.

“Like in a fight?” Ryuji asked. “Cause normally, I’d agree with you, but, well…” he looked down at his leg, “I’m not where I used to be physically.”

“No no, not that,” the boy said.

“Then how?” Ryuji asked.

The boy sighed. “So, I see you hanging out with that black-haired girl with glasses a lot,” he explained.

“You mean Ren?” Ryuji replied. “Yeah, we’re really good friends.”

“So, you know her secret then, right?” the boy asked.

“Um, secret…?” Ryuji asked “I mean, what secret?”

“So, you don’t know?” the boy said.

“Know what?” Ryuji said, slightly worried that this perfect stranger knows about the Phantom Thieves.

“About…who she’d like to go out with?” the boy asked, hoping Ryuji would pick up on things.

“Huh?” Ryuji said. “Well, uh, if you want to go out with her, you may be in a difficult position, cause she’s already dating someone.”

“Oh really?” the boy wondered.

“Uh, yeah,” Ryuji said. “And I’m friends with them too.”

“Is it that blonde girl in her class?” the boy asked.

“What, NO! That’s MY girlfriend!” Ryuji protested.

“Oh,” the boy said.

“Um wait…” Ryuji said. “Um, hold on… Why are you asking if she was dating another girl?”

The boy paused for a moment. “Oh… Wait, you said you’re friends with the person she’s dating, right?”

“Um, yeah,” Ryuji replied.

“Which would be another girl, right?” the boy asked.

“Ummmmm, what gave you that idea?” Ryuji said.

“She told me,” the boy informed him.

“Oh thank goodness,” Ryuji said, relaxed “I was so worried for a second.”

The boy chuckled. “Same.”

“So wait, how do you know about that?” Ryuji asked.

“Oh, uh, she and Niijima-senpai caught me and my boyfriend making out once,” the boy answered. “She told us to assure our secret would be safe.”

“Gotcha,”Ryuji said.

“And I imagine after this back and forth, you can keep my secret safe too, should the need arise,” the boy said.

Ryuji nodded. “Yeah.” They continued unpacking and setting things up.

Meanwhile, Lena and her roommate were finished setting things up. Her roommate had just changed into her swimsuit. “So, are you ready to hit the beach?”

“In a minute,” Lena replied. “You go on ahead. I wanna do something by myself.”

“Well, if you say so,” Lena’s roommate said. She left.

Lena got out her phone and made a call. “Hello?” the voice on the other end said.

“Hi dad,” Lena.

“Lena?” her dad responded. “Isn’t it a bit late?”

Lena giggled. “Well, if I were still in Japan maybe. But right now, I’m in Hawaii on a school trip!”

“Oh,” her dad said, relieved. “I thought you had gotten kicked out for some reason.”

“Daaad,” Lena said.

Her dad laughed. “Well, it’s nice you’re closer to home, even if you’re still like half an ocean away.” Lena chuckled. “Oh, hold on a sec…”

Lena waited patiently. After a while, she heard “Hello?”

Lena was surprised. “Mom?”

“Lena?”

Lena giggled. “Hi mom.”

“What’s going on?” her mom asked.

“Well…” Lena began explaining.

“Nevermind, your father’s telling me,” her mom informed her. Lena giggled some more. “Well, it’s nice to talk with you.”

“Same,” Lena said. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing good,” her mom answered. “I’ve missed you, you know.”

“I’ve missed you too,” Lena said.

“Well, once you’ve finished high school, you’ll be back here in no time!” Lena’s mom.

“Uh, right…” Lena said, getting a little concerned. She thought about Akechi. Would he leave? Would she stay? She wasn’t sure.

“Oh, I bet your sisters would want to say hi to,” Lena’s mom said. She lowered the phone. “Kids! You’re sister’s on the phone!”

Lena refocused herself. “Hiiii!” shouted two younger voices.

Lena smiled. “Hey you two!”

“I hope you’re having fun!” one of them said.

“How’s Japan?” the other one asked.

“Japan’s great! I’m having a good time,” Lena answered.

“We miss you,” one of them said.

“I miss you too,” Lena responded.

“Alright,” her dad said faintly. He took the phone back. “Well, as much fun as this has been, we were just about to leave to visit your grandma. And I imagine your school doesn’t permit you to talk on the phone for hours on end, even on a school trip.”

“Right,” Lena chuckled.

“Well, it was nice talking to you again, pumpkin,” Lena’s dad said. “I can’t wait to hear more.”

“I can’t wait to tell you more,” Lena replied.

“Alright. Talk to you later. Bye bye sweetie,” Lena’s dad told her.

“Bye bye,” Lena replied. She hung up and took a deep breath. She smiled. She changed into her swimsuit and headed to the beach.

She met up with Ren, Ann, Ryuji, Makoto, Mishima, and Shiho, who were already gathered on the beach. Mishima was wearing green trunks, while Shiho was wearing a red bikini. “Hey,” she said, arriving.

“Oh hey Lena,” Ryuji said. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going pretty good,” Lena replied.

“Well that’s always good,” Mishima said.

Shiho smelled the air. “Ahhhh! The air here is so refreshing.”

“Totally!” Ann replied. “The palm trees also give off a really nice atmosphere too.”

“Not to mention the clear water,” Ryuji said. “Honestly, the beaches here kick the ass of Japan’s beaches.”

“Hm. Can’t argue there,” Makoto said.

“Don’t you think the area is a little too clean?” Mishima asked. “Like this is the kind of place that people are lured to, only to get their organs harvested?”

“Calm down, Mishima,” Ren informed him.

Shiho put Mishima in a headlock and noogied him playfully. “C’mon Yuuki! Just enjoy it”

Shiho let go. “Eh heh,” he said, a little exacerbated.

“Wait…” Lena said. “Yuuki?”

“Oh, yeah,” Mishima said. “That’s my first name. But most people call me Mishima.”

“Why?” Lena asked.

“Personally, I just think Mishima sounds cooler,” Mishima admitted.

“Well, I think Yuuki’s cuter,” Shiho said.

“Shiho and I have known each other for forever, so she can call me Yuuki,” Mishima explained. “Besides, it’s hard to say no to her.”

“Well, aside from…” Shiho said.

“Well, yeah, but we don’t need to get into that now,” Ann said, brushing it off. “I mean, you are usually hard to say no to.”

“I can see why,” Lena said. “You’re really cute, but you have a commanding presence.”

Shiho chuckled. “Thanks Ann. Lena.”

“So, what are we doing?” Ren asked.

“Good question,” Makoto said.

“Oo! What about that place we saw as we were coming down?” Ryuji said.

“You mean Diamond Head?” Makoto wondered. “I mean, it is right over there,” she pointed to it. Everyone else looked. “But I think that might just be a bit too far to visit up close.”

“Aw man!” Ryuji pouted.

“Why do they call it Diamond Head anyway?” Mishima wondered.

“I dunno,” Ann said.

“We could look it up,” Lena said, pulling out her phone. Everyone else followed suit.

“Alright, let’s see,” Ryuji said. “Huh? People used to mistake volcanic rock for it?!”

“Well, history tends to do that,” Mishima said.

“Well, if I ever come back, on my own terms, I’d like to visit,” Shiho said.

“Same,” Ren said. “It looks really cool, even from a distance.”

“Well, if that’s out, then what?” Ryuji asked. “I wanna do something…you know…Hawaiian!”

“Hula dancing?” Ann offered.

“Pass!” Ryuji said.

“Well, it’s not like we’d have to take part,” Mishima said. “We could go and watch.”

“I like the sound of that!” Shiho said.

“Me too!” Lena added.

“Well, it looks like there’s a show at a nearby Tiki bar a few hours from now,” Makoto said. “I was looking it up on my phone, and it just popped up.”

“Sweet! We can go get something for dinner and catch a show at the same time!” Ann said.

“Sounds like a plan,” Ren said

“But what should we do in the meantime?” Mishima asked.

“Well, we’re all in our swimsuits,” Lena pointed out. “Wanna just go hit the beach?”

“Sure!” Ryuji said.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” Makoto asked.

“Yeah!” Ryuji answered. “I figured we’d be outside all day, so it was the smart thing to do. I’m not THAT stupid.”

“I was asking everyone,” Makoto said.

“Oh,” Ryuji replied. Everyone else nodded.

“Well, it seems like we’re ready then!” Shho said. “Let’s go to the beach!” She started walking. Everyone else followed. They spent time playing around the beach before catching a Hula dancing show at a Tiki bar. It wasn’t as grandiose as they may have hoped, but it was a nice first day.

After they got back to their rooms, Ren and Ann were getting ready for bed. Ren felt a little perplexed for a moment. “You OK?” Ann asked.

Ren relaxed. “Yeah,” she answered. “It’s just, it’s a little weird. I’ve gotten used to sharing a room and bed with Morgana. So now that he’s not here, it’s a bit odd.”

“Gotcha,” Ann said. She flopped onto her bed. “So, are you relaxing alright?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Ren replied. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I mean,” Ann said, “I’m relaxing for the most part. But part of me is just wondering about, well, us. When we get back, we’re back to figuring out who’s abusing the metaverse. Not to mention waiting for Eris to strike.” She looked at her phone. “Even now, the Phansite is popping off.” She sighed. “It’s just a lot, you know?”

“Yeah,” Ren agreed. “But I feel like we should take things one day at a time. We’re here to relax, so we should just relax. I mean, it’s not like we can do anything else right now.”

Ann chuckled. “You have a point.” She yawned. “Well, I’m really tired.”

“Me too,” Ren replied, getting under the covers.

Ann too got under the covers. “Good night.”

“Good night,” Ren replied. Soon, the two girls were asleep. The night was at peace, and so were they.

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scarlet-fantasies · 3 years

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Eren being an ass man

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Smut (slightly)

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hcs about Eren loving your ass and being an ass man. the pictures in reference are top left to right to bottom left to bottom right.

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Modern Au and Non Au

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Open

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From the ——-> Prompt

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In general

He just really loves your ass cause he just likes hourglass bodies and his gf with childbearing hips like he is sooo hooked on this.

Now obviously if you follow me or have read my things you guys know that his girlfriend is shy (it's just what I see, it doesn't have to be) and that he isn’t which of course leads me to tell you he is going to tease her about her nice ass. But don’t worry his gf won’t just take it she gets fed up with it.

Eren will slap, squeeze, grab, smack or poke your ass. He is just going to do something with it for sure.

In the beginning of your relationship, he would only observe but wouldn’t touch you cause he just didn’t think it was right but as you both got more comfortable he became more of an ass and would express his pervertedness a lot more.

And there would be endless teasing.

Now tho he is just so comfortable with you, maybe even a little too comfortable.

Eren has referred to your ass as a cupcake, cake, peach or candy etc.

“Babe you have a nice cake.”

He does it to make you have an oblivious look on your face. “I don’t have a cake though.”😶

There is practically never a day where he isn’t doing something with your ass.

He likes taking pictures of your butt and his hand on it.

If you post a picture of yourself which shows your body he will dm you about it and says to quit teasing him.

Loves to look in your underwear drawer.

In the mornings if you wake up with him beside you usual smile at him.

“Good morning.”

“Morning baby.” He’d say lazily whilst putting his hand on your ass and massaging it.

“Eren really?” You’d roll your eyes while pushing his hand off.

While sleeping though, his hand is on your ass or he is hugging it and resting his head against it even though you feel embarrassed about it.

“Eren stopping hugging my ass.” You’d say upset whilst blushing.

“It helps me sleep at night.” And he honestly didn’t move for the rest of the night.

“Eren please let me go.”

“No. This is already comfy. Nothings going to change my mind.”

“But what if I have to pee?” You’d ask concerned.

“Too bad.” He’d mutter.

“Eren!” No matter how much you bug him and if you continue to bother him he will bite your bottom to get you to quit complaining.

“Mmm, ow.” You’d whine whilst resting your head on your pillow only to have your bf chuckle.

Sometimes when you two cuddle he will grab your ass or place his hand on your butt just casually.

When your laying on your stomach tho he takes a minute to admire how tiny you are compared to him but also how big your butt is in comparison to your waist.

And by that point he had to do something else to you which of course means poking your butt and having you push his hand away.

Other times he will grope it if your beside him.

If you wear those loose shorts or a skirt it gives him access to cupping your bear ass checks and massaging them which he does when your laying down. It just makes you a complete blushing mess because you can’t believe what’s happening to you. And no matter how many times you push his hands away they end up going back to your ass.

You ask him to Stop but he never does.

Of course he is going to mock you, “Eren stoooop.”

“You’re a pervert.”

“And your blushing.” He’d point out.

He purposely makes you bend down when wearing a skirt.

When wearing a skirt he has a tendency to lift it up a bit.

His hands are really big they grip your butt no problem.

When you wear jeans and you’d walk by he pulls you in and bends you over his knee. “When did you get these.” He’d ask, placing his hands on your ass.

“I’ve had them for a while, now let’s get going we’re going to be late, please.”

“Mm, sure I guess we can go.” He’d smirk before letting you go only to smack your ass when you got up.

He sometimes slaps too hard and sometimes you have hand bruises. Which you yell at him for it.

Wants you to sit in his lap all the time and if he gets excited he tells you it’s you’re fault. And he doesn’t let you leave.

Wants you to give him a lap dance so bad, even if you don’t know where to begin he wants you to at least try.

Likes to watch you workout or dance.

Loves the workout pants and he always is just starring at you and it’s just so annoying.

He tells you your butt is really big. And he always asks you how you can fit all of that in jeans.

Likes it when you can’t fit jeans because your butt is too big.🙄🙄

Has stuck his hands in the back of your jeans to feel your underwear when cuddling you.

When you act bratty he will smack your butt and say it’s cause your acting like a bad girl.

If you have stretch marks and your insecure about your big hips he tells you he loves you and that he never wants that part of you to change. He even kisses the marks and tells you you’re beautiful.

I think when he first met his gf he was looking at her curves.

Even if he gets married an all he’s still obsessed with your ass.

And I think because you put on weight when you were pregnant he knew you were pregnant before you because he noticed your ass was bigger 🙄🙄🙄

Ikr can you believe him?

And his kids learn that word because of him.

In public/in front of others

He won’t harass you in front of everyone unless he knows how to do it secretly. And you have to be okay with those things. And even if you complain and he knows your fine with it your just embarrassed but that’s the point he wants you to blush.

So anyways I see that he puts his hand in your jean pocket and obviously gets away with it.

If your wearing a skirt and you sit on his lap it just gives him easy excess and he likes to sneak in up there and have his fun. Making you extremely vulnerable!😳

One day it was windy outside and you were wearing a skirt and he just got a nice view of you know what.

“No shorts today?”He’d smirk coming up behind you.

“I—I forgot to wear them.” You’d look down fumbling with your skirt.

“I like it better that you did.” He’d grin putting his hand on your ass while shielding you from the wind so you wouldn’t be exposing yourself again.

“H-how much did you see?” You’d panic.

“Just some nice lace panties and this which belongs to me.” He’d grin before kissing your cheek and grabbing your bottom.

When you get up from anywhere he has a tendency to pat your ass.

He likes to watch you bend down when you two are alone but if other guys are around he will get protective.

He has gotten caught touching your ass in front of his friends and family. And its not pretty.

Once you two were making out in his room and Zeke decided to walk in on the two of you and let's just say that when Eren makes out with you he likes to grab your ass with both hands. And that's what basically happened here.

"Hey Eren do you have--Damn you two, what a show." Zeke would say laughing whilst Eren's hands were groping your ass through your skirt.

You got out of Eren's grip and pushed him off you when Eren just had an annoyed look on his face. "Damn it, Zeke you killed the mood."

He's even had Mikasa walk in him doing that to you and she just yells "Use a condom Eren!"

Now, Eren get's in way over his head and forgets to lock the door and so this happens a lot and maybe the most embarrassing moment of all was when his mom walked in on the both of you.

"Eren, honey, c'mon downstairs dinner is--" She'd pause starring at Erens hands which just smacked your ass not even two seconds ago.

"Mom!"

"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry." . . Um just come down when you two are ready. And use protection!" She'd say before leaving the room. Leaving you to blush and for Eren to be annoyed.

He also likes it when you where tight dresses and skirts cause later he just wants to rip it off you. And if you make him wait it’s worse.

At school

Loves to see how thick you look when you sit on a chair for lecture.

Takes pics of your ass when in class.

When you two are in library he always wants you to sit on his lap.

He’s always hoping you’ll accidentally grind on him so then he can give you the excuse of, “Now your going to help me with this problem.”

When he is stressed and what not you two take breaks from homework and you try to make him relax.

“Eren is there anything I can do? You look stressed.” You’d ask innocently.

“Well . . . There is one thing you could do.”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Let me feel your peach?” 🥺 he’d give you puppy eyes whilst you blushed at this.

“No, I’m not doing that.”

“C’mon, why not?” He’d grin

“No and because were in public.”

“Please?”

“No. I already told you.”

“How about this, if you get the next answer right you don’t have to do it but if I get it right then you have to do it?”

“Fine.” Overall, you’ll end up losing.

“What?! No, how’s that wrong?!”

“Alright, turn around baby.” You’d just blush whilst he’s just laughing at the situation.

“Shit.” You’d say hating that you agreed to this.

Of course you gave him what he wants cause you don’t back down from a dare/bet but you we’re lucky that no one else was around when he walked over to you.

He never lets you live that moment down and so now he tries to make bets with you all the time hoping you’ll agree so he can touch your ass.😂😂

“Hey, Y/n. Wanna make a bet?”

“No!” You’d snap at him while making him laugh.

Oh and he also likes it when you wear bikinis cause he poke your butt or put his hand down the back of your swimsuit bottom.

And if he slaps people can see the hand print he leaves which is extra embarrassing as why you don’t want to go swimming most of the time.

“Y/n we should go swimming.” Mikasa would suggest.

“I can’t, I’m on my period.” You’d blurt out while Eren just smirked knowing that wasn’t the reason at all.

“No you’re not, you finished remember?” Eren reminded you whilst you elbowed him slightly.

Overall he’s always embarrassing you. And is just obsessed with your butt.

Nsfw

The way you know he wants to have sex is when he squeezes your ass when you two make out. He doesn’t do that unless he’s in the mood. Plus he always seems to have this look in his eyes when does.

So you know the drill.

I wouldn’t say he’s into spanking but he may slap it.

He likes the underwear that barely covers you and is just cute bands/straps and bows crossing over each to like semi cover you.

Likes when you wear tight skirts or even the pleated ones so he can do what he wants.

Grabs you there a lot.

Comments about it sometimes.

Smacks your butt if you take forever to go up the stairs to his room cause he wants to have sex already.😂😂😂

Has asked you about anal but understands if you don’t feel comfortable.

Same thing with facesitting he seems like he wouldn’t be opposed to trying it but if you don’t feel comfortable he respects that.

He honestly likes being on top of you and being in missionary with you so there actually isn’t too much interaction with your butt but I guess if he lets you ride him then he gets the chance to put his hands on you.

But idk, I don’t think he has too many kinks regarding this tbh. But he likes cute lingerie so it’s best to surprise him😂

I think for aftercare tho he probably likes to help you put your clothes back on and he gives you his shirt so you can wear it. And see you in just underwear.

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Wanda x Reader - The one and only

Gif is not mine, another day falling in love with her.

Summary: You have always loved Wanda in secret. When Vision dies, she loves you back. But you are also the one who can bring him back. Prompt from @stay-casual

Warnings: Fluff, angst, death, insinuation and brief mention of smut (no sex though)

Words: 13.036k // Read on AO3 too

Marks: @mionemymind @abimess

Notes: Hope everyone like this, let me know if you don’t. Sorry for any typos.

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You loved someone who was not meant for you.

It was a bitter truth you had to accept.

Being an enhanced human, a Hydra experiment, and having spent years under physical and psychological torture by Nazi doctors, pain was not exactly something you were unaware of. You got used to it. You were always down to earth anyway, accepting things as they were.

When you joined the Avengers, you just hoped to help those in need, figuring your days of emotional stress were over.

But then you met Wanda Maximoff.

She was something you didn't understand in the first instant. When she tried to get inside your head, fighting as your enemy, you resisted and almost broke her neck. You saw fear in her eyes, and realized in that second that you would never again try anything that would hurt her. When her brother fought you, and you saw her worried expression, you surrendered. Steve and Tony scolded you for letting them get away, but you just tried to understand why your heart was racing when the witch looked at you before she escaped.

You fail to save Pietro however, and had to watch Wanda collapse. Never, even after so many battles, you felt so helpless.

But you did everything in your power to be there for Wanda. S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't want to allow it, but you used all the favors they owed you to get Pietro's body not treated as an experiment, but as a civilian. And then you organized the whole memorial service. You didn't speak to Tony for two weeks, because he simply wasn't interested in the matter and you wanted to punch him in the face every time you remembered.

The ceremony was simple and small, and while Wanda was finishing paying her respects alone, you took the dirty dishes into the kitchen. Natasha was sitting at the counter and nodded slightly when you entered.

"You care about her." She said after a moment. You continued to wash the dishes, without sketching any reaction.

"Yes."

"No denying it?" she teases, but you remain impassive.

"I have no reason to lie to you, Natasha." You say with a smile. "We are friends, I trust you."

"Are you complimenting me to make me feel guilty for teasing you?"

"Maybe." You say laughing lightly, and Nat smiles.

"Something's bothering you." She says after a moment. You sigh, finished washing the glasses to turn around. You cross your arms and lean your back on the sink.

"If I hadn't organized everything, you would all treat Pietro like an experiment." You say seriously and Nat looks away. "I guess I was just disappointed in the way you all acted about it. Pietro was our teammate, and he sacrificed himself for Clint. If I didn't say or do anything, he'd be in a lab right now."

"You're right." Nat says next, holding your gaze. "But I don't know what to say. Everything has settled down now, and honestly most of us wouldn't have the power to get his body back."

You let out an impatient sigh.

"Right, Natasha." You interrupt and she blinks at your serious posture, but you just have an almost disappointed look on your face. "I should have known that you guys pick the fights you're going to fight. I just hoped that all members of the team would have the same importance."

"Y/N..."

But you just give her a sad smile, and turn around, leaving the kitchen. When you walked back to Pietro's grave area, you noticed that Wanda was kneeling on the ground, leaving some flowers. Vision was beside her, and when she stood up, she allowed him to hug her. Swallowing the bitter feeling in your stomach, you forced yourself to think that you were glad that he was there for her.

//-//

It doesn't take long for you to realize that you are in love with Wanda. It's not in your place to confess it, though.

She is your friend, and your teammate. And more importantly, she is in a relationship with Vision. You were never the jealous type, because you were never possessive, and honestly, you just hoped that Wanda would be happy. And if Vision was responsible for that, that was enough for you.

When Steve and Tony start fighting, and the team splits up, there is not the slightest possibility that you will stand up to Wanda. So you throw your weapons on the ground, and Tony looks at you incredulously.

"Have you lost your mind?" He asks.

"I'm not going to fight with my friends." You say simply turning your back on him as you walk to the other side of the parking lot.

"She really changed sides in the middle of the fight?" You hear the boy dressed in red ask impressed. But you don't care.

"If the deal divides us, there's something wrong with it" You tell Steve when he accepts you as an ally. He smiles and then you are helping him, not fighting any of your companions, just deflecting blows and preventing them from hurting you.

Natasha lands a punch to your face, and your natural instinct is to knock her down. Before you can apologize, she assumes a provocative expression.

"Too bad I wasn't Wanda." She sneers and you roll your eyes, assuming a defensive stance as she stands up.

"I don't want to fight you, Tasha" You say as you defend the blows. "Please, this isn't right."

"You don't just want to stand against your girlfriend." She taunts almost hitting a blow to your face, but you hold her leg up in the air.

"Why are you insisting on this?"

She releases herself from your grip, and you return to defending her attempts to punch you.

"I just don't think it's fair."

"What are you talking about?"

"You should tell her. Wanda should know." She explains and then you hold her fist closed, preventing her from hitting you. She tries with her other hand, but you stop her again, restraining her. Your faces are close together.

"No." You say seriously as she tries to break your grip. "She doesn't need to know."

"You deserve to be happy too." She says before breaking free by hooking her legs around your waist. You loosen her wrists to avoid being knocked over as you struggle.

"Tell her" Nat ordered again and you let out a sigh, knocking her to the floor and falling on top.

"She has already found her soulmate" You reply with a sad smile, immobilizing Natasha "Now please stop fighting".

Nat hits you in the ribs, and you let out a grunt of pain. She manages to immobilize you next.

"You are unbelievable." She comments with a slight smile, and then she lets you go. "Always making me make the worst choices, darling."

You laugh in surprise when Nat helps you up. You think Tony is complaining that it is not fair that people switch sides in the middle of the fight, but you are not listening. You watch Vision and Wanda interact from some distance away. And then you are helping Steve to the plane.

//-//

The fight is over and you are laughing, but not with happiness.

The government wants to arrest anyone who didn't escape from the parking lot, and they are coming. So you are holding Tony Stark by the neck.

"No one is going to touch her." You warn him, and there is only fear and surprise in the man's eyes, "How can you treat your friends like that?"

You saved James Rhodes' life during the fight, and so this is what you use against Tony.

He laughs when you put him down.

"What exactly are you asking me for?"

"Time."

"You made that choice when you chose your side."

"That's too easy for you to say, isn't it, Tony?" you retort with irony. "If you take off the armor, you are no longer Iron Man, and the deal doesn't affect you. We don't all have that choice."

Tony looks at you with annoyance. And then he puts his hand to his ear.

"They've gone north." He warns the agents over the communicator. You look at him one last moment before turning, running back outside.

"Vision, let her go." You warn the man and he looks at you in surprise, probably trying to understand why Tony let you go.

"I don't understand."

"They're up north, Vision." Tony says appearing at his side. "We couldn't reach the fugitives in time. Our colleagues have fled north."

Vision gives Tony one last look before letting go of Wanda's arm.

As Wanda walks over to you, you signal to your the rest of the captain's team that you have also been contained. You find the Ant-Man is injured.

"They also stole the transport vehicle in warehouse 23, the keys were in the cabin." Vision says next and you exchange a look with him, thanking him. And then you run.

//-//

Being an out-of-state fugitive is quite stressful, but you get used to it.

There are no fixed locations, or very long term accommodations, but you try to stay positive about the whole thing.

You all can't stay together, so you have a cell phone that connects to Steve's and Sam's. You stayed in the same hotel room as Wanda for three weeks, then Vision contacted her.

They were trying, and then you let her try it alone. Natasha agreed to run away with you, and you made sure to check on Wanda every week, but she was always fine.

T'Challa agrees to let you stay in Wakanda for a while after the government almost captures you.

Your powers are difficult to control after the agents hit you with a strange weapon, and the people of Wakanda seem to be the only ones able to help you.

You don't like to owe favors, but you think they are good people.

Bucky is free when you meet him. You become close again, and it is good to see him rest.

It is Shuri who discovers where your abilities come from, and you finally understand why you have always felt connected to Wanda and Vision. Your energy came from one of the jewels, as did their power. You don't know how Hydra got access to this, and you don't understand why Thor doesn't tell you all the things humans don't understand, but you realize that these mystical stones are too dangerous.

You talk to Shuri, and then to the council and the king of Wakanda. They all agree that no human should have access to such power. You help her build a machine that can separate the stone and Vision's body.

"How do we destroy it?" you ask her as you are putting the finishing touches on the equipment.

"Maybe you can." She says and you deny it with your head.

"No, I don't think I can." You say. "But maybe Wanda can. It's her thing, and it's her stone too."

Shuri nods and you get back to work.

Unfortunately, events move faster than you do.

//-//

There is an army controlled by a purple man.

That is the only information Steve gives you through the communicator. You hugged Wanda tight when she arrived in Wakanda, and she was happy to see you, but she also seemed upset. You knew it was because of Vision.

"Hey buddy, it's going to be okay." You told him with a smile as you helped him climb into the machine you built.

"Thanks, Y/N" Vision said to you.

You didn't stop fighting for the next few hours.

There was a moment, on the battlefield, that you felt something in the pit of your stomach. When you destroyed your opponent, your hands and eyes were glowing even after you stopped throwing your power. Your stone was here.

You knew something was wrong, so you ran to where you were being pulled.

Some opponents tried to hold you back, but you defeated them easily, feeling much stronger than you ever had.

"No!" you exclaimed angrily as you launched your energy at the creature that was supposed to be Thanos, preventing him from reaching Wanda. He used the golden gauntlet to hold his power, but you kept him busy long enough for her to destroy Vision's stone, an energy field pushing you away when she did. You fell to your knees afterwards, exhausted from having held out against your own stone for so long.

Thanos slowly walked over to the redhead, and you struggled to move toward her.

"I understand, child. Better than anyone." He said and you choked, fearing that he was going to hurt her.

"You could never." She replied angrily still on the floor.

"Today I lost more than you could ever imagine".

"Leave her alone" You muttered stumbling toward her. You are feeling a sharp pain all over your body, but managed to stand. Thanos smiled at you wryly.

You raise your fist toward him, but he just raises his golden gauntlet.

"I felt you." He with a wry smile. "In my hand"

"You will feel my fist on your face in a second." You retorted angrily and he laughed. You are almost reaching for him, but you frown when you notice the green glow on his gauntlet. The time stone.

"One second is all I need."

You blink, and you're not there anymore. You are halfway again. And then you understand what he has done. When you run back to where Wanda was, a golden light throws you away. This time, it wasn't Wanda who destroyed the stone.

"No. No" you repeat to yourself as you run back, your body no longer aching like before, and you stumble among the trees.

You were going to attack Thanos as soon as you saw him, but Thor hit him first. Then you were running to Wanda, kneeling beside her.

"He's gone." She cried beside Vision's body. You couldn't feel his stone anymore, and your own face was wet with your tears.

You placed your hand on top of Wanda's next, and looked forward. Thor had struck Thanos in the chest and was saying something to him.

Then you gasped in surprise as the titan raised his fist.

"No!" you exclaimed getting up, but he snapped his fingers. You launched a wave of energy at him, but he used his gauntlet to defend himself. "What have you done?" you shouted rushing to reach the fallen titan.

"The necessary thing." He whispered before using his last breath of energy to teleport away.

You turned to Thor at the same instant, but he is not looking at you, but at Steve.

"Steve?" A male voice calls out, and you watch Bucky walk toward you all. But he turns to dust midway.

"W-what?" you whisper breathlessly, taking a step forward. Steve kneels on the ground in the same place your friend was and looks at Thor in confusion.

You look at Wanda immediately and feel your heart soar when you notice that the same thing is happening to her.

"Wanda?" You cry running to her, but by the time you arrive, she is gone. There is only Vision's body.

You can't feel either of them anymore.

//-//

The world is in complete chaos during the blip. There is no more S.H.I.E.L.D, and many other deals. And then there's a company that wants to take Vision's body away, and you destroy their trucks, and Steve has to calm you down for twenty minutes.

"No one is going to touch him." You say only as you release yourself from Steve's grip, and ignore the startled looks from the agents of S.W.O.R.D. You kick them out of the Avengers compound, and say that Tony Stark may be dead, but they had no jurisdiction there. If they had a problem with that, they could fight you.

It took 23 days for Tony Stark to come home. You hug him first when he gets off the plane. And you are impressed that it barely takes two hours for him to start talking shit.

"I told you guys we needed armor around the world..."

"And here we go again." You mumble impatiently as you take the focus away from the discussion to the tablet in your hand.

You are startled when Tony collapses to the ground, and the team moves to rescue him. You don't worry, because you feel he is fine.

"Tony always has to make a scene." You comment to yourself shaking your head slightly. "Hey, you," You call out to the metal girl you don't know while the other avengers are out of the room, "help me find your dad."

//-//

The team is trying to locate Thanos by analyzing planets that fit Nebula's description. You feel a sharp twinge in the back of your neck and then you are getting up towards the scanning equipment.

"Y/N, what is it?" Steve asks worriedly as he notices her movement.

"I found him." You say a moment later.

The team is impressed, but you swallow dryly.

"I felt my stone." You explain to them. "And then I didn't feel anything else. We need to go to him."

The Avengers exchanged worried looks, fearing what you were implying.

Soon you were all on a spaceship, heading for an unknown planet.

When Thanos confirmed your suspicions, the stones were destroyed, you sobbed.

"Wanda. She..." You said breathlessly turning to leave the cabin. You sat on the ground, trying to normalize your breathing. She's gone. Your friends are gone forever.

//-//

Your way of experiencing grief is unconventional.

You try to balance managing the chaos that the world has become while splitting chores with Natasha, and going to a few community therapy sessions. Steve is acting strange, but you make sure he eats properly.

There are no tears. You feel that if you start crying you won't stop, so you just work. And you help those who need it. And you have movie nights with Natasha, and you try to remember things that are worth living for.

There is a secret project too, something that is not progressing, but that you don't give up on. The machine you created with Shuri in Wakanda was destroyed in battle. With the world in complete chaos, you didn't have enough time to put it back together, especially with the current state of Wakanda. But you kept the projects going. Part of you didn't know if your lack of absolute dedication was because you believed Vision wouldn't want to live without Wanda. You wouldn't and you didn’t.

So there is this side project, to rebuild the machine and try to restore Vision, but it falls by the wayside after a few months. You keep the papers in a safe in your room, and start accepting more missions.

Tony has given up the hero's life, just as you always said he could do. You are not angry with him, though. And you visit him not so regularly, and agree when Pepper says that Morgan is the cutest kid in the world.

Steve becomes a kind of group therapist, and you want to tell him he needs a degree, but Natasha pokes you in the rib, and you just nod as you listen to the story.

Clint is different too. Losing his family has completely messed him up, and he has become a vigilante of sorts. You find Natasha crying often after you discover that he has been murdering people, and you always hug her until she stops.

As time passes, your pain becomes numb, and your nightmares stop happening. You think it is because Natasha lets you sleep in her bed now.

//-//

Five goes by much faster than you realize.

You are somewhere in Georgia, investigating a lead on a possible terrorist group forming, when Nat calls you. Scott Lang was alive.

When you return to New York, you discover that you have to go back in time.

Your friends want to know if you know anything about how Hydra had your stone, but you have no memory of that time. And with no time, they decide to just follow the right date and place that Rocket provides. You accompany Nebula, because it might be helpful to get a feel for where your stone would be.

You hug Natasha before she leaves with Clint to get the soul stone.

"You're getting sentimental" She teases when you let go of her.

"I know" You retort with a smile. "Just be careful, Tasha."

"I'm usually the one who tells you that." She says in the same tone, squeezing your hand lightly before turning away.

When Nebula takes you and James to a place called the Temple of the Power Stone, you can barely breathe.

"I can feel it." You say to the two of you as you walk to the stone.

"How are we going to get it?" James asks as he looks at the repository where the stone is placed.

Nebula is sticking her hand in the protective flame next second and you let out an impressed hiss.

She hands the stone protector to you, and you nod in appreciation.

"Let's synchronize then." You say as you form a small circle.

"Wow, that always feels weird" You joke as you appear in the Avengers compound again, now on your time. But your smile dies when you look around, and can't find Nat. "Clint...where?"

He just denies it with his head, and you feel your heart soar. This can't be true, you think in desperation.

"No. Nat... She can't." You say breathlessly, falling to your knees. Steve is touching your shoulder next. But then you release yourself from his grip, rushing to get out, feeling yourself suffocating.

You end up on the pier of the complex, thick tears streaming down your face.

It doesn't take long for the team to catch up with you.

"What do we do now?" You hear Tony ask. Steve sits down on one of the empty benches.

Bruce, in his Hulk form, is further away and looks just as upset as you.

"Did she have a family?"

You let out a short laugh at Tony's question.

"She had us." You retort trying to control your tears.

"Why are you guys talking like she's not coming back?" Thor asked angrily. "We have the stones, we will bring her back."

"It can't be undone." Clint said next, nipping in the bud the shred of hope that had risen in your chest. You sobbed. "She sacrificed herself for the stone, her soul was the price." He says looking forward. He lets out a breathless sigh. "It should have been me."

"You bet it did." You retort bitterly as you get up and walk away. No one follows you this time.

You go directly back to Nat's room. And you stay there for two days. When you calm down, and decide to take a shower and try to eat something, on the way out of the bathroom, you stop in front of her closet.

She would hate for you to take her clothes without asking, but you are wearing one of her leather jackets anyway. Wanda used to steal them too, and you both used to joke that it was because Nat had a wonderful fashion sense.

Now you had lost your two friends, and you were alone. You tried to control your sobs. Her sacrifice had to be worth it. So you put on her clothes and went out into the living room.

//-//

The team was arguing when you came in. You just blinked in surprise when you noticed the iron gauntlet. Tony really did it.

You tried to argue that you could handle the gauntlet's power too, but Bruce insisted that since he was made of gamma ray in his Hulk form, that was what he was there for.

And then he snapped his fingers.

You looked at Clint in surprise when he took a call from Laura.

"Honey?" He whispered tearfully and you felt your heart soar. And then something exploded and you were creating a force field to save Clint from the rubble.

When you were finished falling among the remains of the completely destroyed Avengers compound, you checked to see if the archer was okay, sighing with relief when he opened his eyes.

"Stand up." You ordered helping him to stand. "We have to find the others."

"The gauntlet." He warns pointing to something among the stones that glowed in the dark a few feet away from you. Before you could walk towards the item, a noise caught your attention.

Clint aimed an arrow from the direction of the sound, and you choked as the space creatures moved in the dark.

"Go." You shouted to him before starting to attack the beings as he ran to reach the gauntlet and leave the place, you following him with some delay.

You almost died a couple of times though. And when you reached Clint again, there were two Nebula's with him, and a green girl.

"What's going on, people?" You asked confused, and then let out a surprised exclamation when you realized that one of the Nebula's had a gunshot mark on her chest.

"I'll explain on the way, we have to get out of here." Clint spoke pulling you through the halls.

"Wait, she killed her past self? Isn't that going to be a problem?" You exclaim as soon as Clint explains it to you and he shrugs his shoulders. "May I ask why you are green?" You say to the strange girl next to you and she looks at you reproachfully.

"Why aren't you?"

"Touché" You retort smiling, "I am Y/N."

"Gamora."

When you reach the battlefield, things are chaotic and you barely have time to notice your surroundings and you are already fighting again.

Your heart races when you realize that everyone is back. But you don't have time to talk to anyone now, as you are busy fighting.

A red glow catches your attention, however. Completely taking your attention is the right thing to say.

"Who's got the gauntlet?" You hear Steve ask over the team's communicator, but you don't wait for the answer; you're headed toward Wanda.

When you find her, she has the titan trapped in her magic. You choke with excitement at seeing her again, feeling your eyes water.

But then a loud explosion catches your attention. Thanos has activated the airstrike, and you are running toward Wanda, reaching her just before one of the missiles reaches you two.

"Whoa, hi!" She greets you in surprise as you roll on the ground together. A mixed force field between your and her magic surrounds you, protecting you two from the attacks. You let out an exclamation of happiness, raising your hand to her face, wanting to confirm that she was really there.

"God, it's really you." You gasp with emotion, letting your tears flow. Wanda probably doesn't understand what is happening, but she hugs you back as you bury your face in her neck.

This can't last long, though. You take one last look at her face before standing up, the force field still surrounding the two of you as you help her to her feet.

However, when you go to ask her how you could take down the ship, someone does it for you.

"Wow, that's cool" You comment with a smile watching Carol destroy the entire ship with one blow.

"I think you're drooling." Wanda scoffs lightly making you laugh awkwardly.

"Shut up."

And then you are fighting again.

You have the impression that you are losing. But then Thanos' army is turning to dust before your eyes and you are exchanging a confused look with Wanda.

"Tony snapped his fingers." Steve says into the comm and you choke in surprise. Then you are running halfway across an open field until you catch up with your friends.

Pepper is kissing her husband's cheek when you arrive.

"S-Steve, what?" - You ask and he just shakes his head, thick tears in his eyes.

You gasp and then there are arms around you. It takes a moment for you to hug Wanda back. And when Steve takes Tony's body, she holds your hand.

//-//

Your hands are shaking as you step out of the shower.

You are staying at Tony's house, as are some of the others, while the compound area is being restored and Pepper organizes the funeral.

The laundry on your bed is Natasha's last set of clothes, and you don't want to cry anymore, but your face is wet anyway.

You finish getting dressed, but remain sitting on the bed in the room you are sharing with Wanda. The redhead enters a moment later, but you don't look at her.

Wanda sighs slightly and sits down beside you.

"Do you also have the feeling that everything is a bad dream?" She starts after a moment, you blink in surprise feeling a bit distracted and forcing yourself to pay attention. "Like the pain is so overwhelming, it's easier to think it's all temporary. Because there' s not the slightest chance you can survive this for much longer."

"Yes. I feel exactly like that." You agree smiling faintly. "But that's grief. No matter how impossible it seems now, it gets better."

"How can you know that?"

"Because I already lost you once."

Wanda blinks in surprise and then looks straight ahead. You don't face her either.

"How was it?" she asks after a moment, almost in a whisper. Clearly not exactly sure whether to ask that or not. You let out a dry laugh, running your hand over your face to wipe away the tears.

"What kind of question is that?" you retort and Wanda lets out a sigh, apologizing, but you shake your head. "You know exactly how I felt Wanda. Because you lost Vision too."

Wanda swallows dryly, looking at you with a frown. You stand up, leaving no room for questions.

You leave the room next, it was better to try to eat something.

//-//

Steve Rogers is going back to the past. And he will stay there.

He confesses this to you on the eve of Tony's funeral, and you push him by the shoulders, before hugging him tightly. Bucky also cries when he tells him.

No one else must know, not yet. You go back into the room you share with Wanda and mask your tears. She probably thinks it's because of Nat, so she doesn't press you to talk.

When the ceremony takes place the next day, you entwine your arm with Steve's. You were about to lose the three leaders of the Avengers all at once, and it looked like your heart couldn't take it.

But Steve smiles, and squeezes your hand lightly, before going to talk to Potts. You walk to the edge of the lake at the cabin, joining Clint and Wanda.

"I wish there was a way to tell her." Says the man after a moment. You clench your jaw, knowing exactly who he is talking about. "Of telling her that we won."

"Natasha was sure we would make it." You say half hoarsely, trying to hold back the cry. "She trusted us. That's why she did what she did."

Clint nods slightly, not holding back the tears that were falling from his eyes.

"She knows." Wanda said next. "They both know."

Clint slung an arm around Wanda's shoulder and one around yours, embracing you both. You allowed yourself to cry some more.

//-//

There are no more Avengers. At least not for now.

The world is in complete chaos with everyone coming back after five years.

You don't want to think about how many responsibilities you will have to take on when you are a hero again, you just want to get some rest.

Your first stop is Vision's grave. The restoration of the complex took a few weeks, but Potts was kind enough to take care of everything.

You took Wanda there as soon as everything was ready.

"I know we haven't talked about this yet, but, I got it back." You tell her as you walk together to the spot Potts showed you on the map. "After Thanos activated the missiles, I worried that something had happened, but the restoration team was able to map everything out again." You counters by leading her around the place.

Wanda just listened to your words, saying nothing. She seemed surprised by everything.

You reached a small hill, where there were two small metal and rock tombstones. On the first gravestone you made a few years ago completely recovered by Potts' team and already with slightly rusty lettering, it read "Pietro Maximoff - Brother, Friend and Hero. You are loved beyond words and lost beyond measure." On the second, a newer metal, and with gold lettering, it read "Vision Maximoff - Friend, Lover and Hero. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die."

"I used to bring flowers, but..."

You fell silent as Wanda hugged you. You reciprocated the hug for a moment, until Wanda let go, smiling weakly at you before turning around, kneeling on the graves.

As she ran her fingers over the letters, you cleared your throat.

"I know you two weren't married, but since Vis didn't have a last name..."

"It's okay." She interrupted in a whiny voice. "Thank you."

She stood there for many minutes. You don't mind waiting. And when she allowed it, you hugged her again, wiping away her tears.

You returned to the compound just as the sun was setting.

//-//

You were going to help Wanda to have a proper grief.

She had the same quirks as you, unhealthy habits of disconnecting from reality.

You wouldn't want that for her. Vision wouldn't want that.

The day after you took her to Pietro and Vision's grave, you appeared in her room in the morning. A tray of breakfast in your hand.

"I don't want to get up." She grumbled against the pillows when you entered the room without knocking, opening the curtains.

"I know, but it's almost ten thirty and you need to eat something." You said, leaving the tray on the bedroom table.

The first day she resisted. But two weeks later, she was already on her feet when you came into the room. You always ate together, and you made a point of taking her for walks, and spending time doing the things she liked, for example watching old TV series together.

"Potts called me." You said as you two shared coffee. "She wants me to take over the compound."

Wanda let out a surprised exclamation and you laughed lightly.

"Yeah I know, it's a lot." You say. "But Tony left the command to Steve. And Steve left it to me."

"Are you sure you want this?" She asked looking at you. You shrug.

"It's not about wanting it, Wands," you say. "I am who I am after all. These powers are with me for a reason. Maybe I can use them to do something good."

Wanda nods slightly, looking at you in a way that makes you embarrassed.

"And what does the government think of all this?" She asks and you sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

"They want to control everything of course." You tell her. "Potts is trying to keep everything classified as private property, but after Thanos, that's pretty unlikely."

"I guess the treaty of Sokovia was inevitable after all." She then comments, and you grumble in agreement.

"I would like to enjoy the rest of my vacation, though" You say with a smile, making Wanda look at you.

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm torn between a quiet weekend at a spiritual retreat or getting completely drunk in Las Vegas."

Wanda laughs.

"Okay." She says smiling, "Let's do both then."

"Oh, you like both then?"

"Oh, yeah."

Wanda replies wryly, and you notice her cheeks flush slightly, suggesting that she understood your insinuation. You laugh, going back to eating.

//-//

Sam has been calling you for a few hours, and you left an automated message on the answering machine that says "I'm on vacation, if it's life or death, send a letter".

You are driving to Las Vegas now, humming a pop song on the radio with Wanda in the passenger seat.

"Now that you are Tony's heiress you will spend the money on gambling, I suppose" She teases making you laugh.

"I'm not Tony's heiress." You counter laughing.

"Oh, yes, sorry, Miss Avengers leader."

You laugh at the teasing, then turn up the volume. You and Wanda sing at the top of your lungs.

When you park in front of the first big casino you encounter, Wanda has a mischievous grin on her face.

"I bet I win more games than you do." She says stopping in front of you.

"Can we use our magic?" You ask in the same joking tone, and she nods. You let out an excited exclamation. "Game on."

//-//

You two are thrown out of the casino a few hours later.

You both laugh as you run away from the angry security guards and get into the car quickly, many small coins falling out of your pockets. You drive through town, until you find a bar that seems crowded.

"Ready for the second half of your vacation?" Wanda asks with amusement as you get out of the car, making you laugh. Parties aren't really your thing, but you had said you wanted to drink after all.

The girl at the door looks at your clothes with a judgmental eye, but you think Wanda may have used her powers to get you two into the club.

The atmosphere is extremely noisy and with lots of lights, but you are not bothered when you start drinking.

"I think this is the worst way to go through grief" You comment before you and Wanda pour a shot of vodka together.

She laughs lightly afterwards.

"It's fun though."

And then she is pulling you onto the dance floor. You are too drunk to care about the closeness. You laugh as you dance together.

As the nightclub is beginning to empty, you and Wanda stumble out, visually drunk.

"Where's the car, Wands?" You ask between giggles, Wanda shrugs her shoulders, leaning on you to be able to walk.

It takes many minutes for you to find the vehicle. And when you do, Wanda passes out in the back seat. You use the rest of your sobriety to throw a jacket over her body, before sitting down in the front seat and falling asleep.

The next morning you both have a very bad migraine, and decide to have breakfast at a dinner on the way back to the compound.

Sitting on opposite sides of the same table, you drink some orange juice while Wanda steals a piece of your pancakes. You don't mind.

"Where are we going to spend the last stage of your vacation?" She asks curiously, and you rest your face on your hand while propping your elbow on the table.

"I don't know." You say. "I don't think I know anywhere quiet."

Wanda stands thoughtfully for a moment.

"We could rent a cabin."

"I make minimum wage."

Wanda laughs rolling her eyes. But she becomes quiet next, her expression serious.

"I can split the bill with you."

You raise a curious eyebrow.

"May I ask where the money comes from? Please don't say drug dealing."

Wanda laughs, looking away.

"Shut up." She retorts the next moment. "So what, you'll take it?"

You look at her suspiciously. You weren't going to pressure her into telling you what she didn't want, wishing to give her privacy.

"All right, Wands."

Wanda smiles at you, raising her hand. You give a "Hi-Five" and the waitress looks at you curiously.

//-//

Maybe renting a cabin with the woman you've secretly loved for years wasn't your best idea, but you're handling things well.

You were only going to stay three days, and if you could disguise that you completely melted when Wanda touched you or how cute she looked when she woke up, you'd be fine.

The cabin had two rooms, which was the best thing for your sanity.

After you had finished unpacking, you decided to prepare something to eat.

"How do you know how to cook this?" Wanda asks in surprise as she joins you in the kitchen. "By the way, how do you have the ingredients to make it?"

"I bought it on the way, smarty pants" You replied with amusement, moving around the kitchen to prepare the Sokovian Stew. "And I've cooked it for you before, I don't understand the surprise."

Wanda laughed lightly, remembering.

"Sorry, you're right." She says leaning against the countertop as she watches you cook.

"Come here and see if the seasoning is good." You tell her a moment later as you are stirring the pots.

You raise the spoon toward Wanda, expecting her to take it. But she just brings her mouth close to the cutlery, and looks at you as she tastes the food. You swallow dryly, feeling your heart race at the intensity of her gaze. You almost choke when she lets out a groan of satisfaction.

"It's delicious."

"Uh." It is the only sound you are able to produce, as Wanda looks up at you with an innocent smile. You quickly face the pot again, trying not to embarrass yourself so much.

"I'll set the table for us."

//-//

"Are you sure food is not your love language?" Wanda asks suggestively when you hand her a mug of hot chocolate. You are on the veranda, a few hours after dinner. You laugh lightly.

"My what?"

She settles into the seat she is sitting on, turning her face to you as you sit down next to her.

"Your love language." She explains with a smile. "There are several, one of them is cooking for the people you love."

You frown slightly, growing thoughtful.

"That's hardly mine, Wands." - You reply. "I hate cooking."

"What are you talking about, you always cook for me!" She retorts with a mix of confusion and humor in her voice, you shrug.

"It's because it's you." You say looking away.

"What does that mean?" She asks and you sigh lightly, taking a sip of your chocolate. Wanda looks at you incredulously. "You're not going to tell me then. Okay."

"Tell me more about these love languages." You ask next trying to change the focus of the subject from yourself.

Wanda seems excited to talk about it.

"Okay, I think there are five kinds." She starts with a smile, you're just happy to hear her say anything. And she sounds absolutely adorable when she talks about something that gets her excited. "They are words of affirmation, quality time, touch, acts of service, and gifts."

"What happened to cooking?" You tease and she pats your shoulder, laughing.

"I guess it comes into gift giving" She says thoughtfully. "But I read somewhere that it was like a sixth language".

You make an understanding noise with your mouth, but Wanda interprets your lack of reaction as a lack of interest, and apologizes that she is boring you. You frown.

"Hey, what are you talking about? I love this idea!" You assure her, and she smiles shyly after a moment. "I was just wondering which language I fit best in. That is, if I'm the one who decides that?"

"It's not a decision really." She says. "It's more of an analysis in how you behave. Usually the people around you notice."

"Oh, right." You grumble in agreement. "You really would make a terrible analyst then." You tease and Wanda laughs, pushing you lightly and making a face when she almost knocks over your hot chocolate. You laugh. "That story that I cook to show my love, not a thing."

Wanda rolls her eyes amused and then looks at you curiously.

"Oh yeah, and what do you think your language is then?"

You think for a moment.

"I have no idea." You confess and Wanda laughs looking away, "That's harder than it sounds."

"Take a guess."

"Um... I don't think they are words of affirmation." You say and she looks at you expectantly, wanting you to talk more about it. You smile awkwardly. "I never know what to say, so that would be the last language I would think of."

Wanda smiles, biting her lip and shaking her head slightly.

"What else?"

You inhale deeply, thinking.

"Well, I'm not the best gift-giving person." You counters. "Maybe quality time is a good option, but I'm not sure either. I'm pretty anti-social."

"I think quality time might be your thing." She says with a fond smile.

You raise your eyebrow curiously.

"Why do you say that?"

"Look around you." She replies with a smile, and you understand that this is exactly what is happening now. You give a shy little laugh.

"Can I make it official then?" You ask and Wanda laughs.

"I don't know, don't you like the others?"

"I forget which ones they are." You confess and Wanda laughs.

"Touch and Acts of Service." She clarifies and you nod in understanding.

" Okay let me think about it." You begin running your fingers through your hair quickly. "How can anyone know that touch is their thing?"

"I guess if the person likes to be touched." Wanda says and you raise your eyebrow in confusion. "Like, if you like to give hugs or cuddle."

"Do some people not like that?"

Wanda laughs.

"I think we have an answer." She says and you smile, shrugging.

"No, seriously. I don't know." You speak. "I guess I have no problem with touching people I like, but I can't tell if that would be my language."

"Okay." Wanda says and you look at her curiously as she picks up your mug and places it on the table along with hers. She moves a little closer to you, and entwines your hands together. You swallow dryly.

"Do you like that?" She asks gently, and you look into her eyes, glowing green. You nod shyly, and Wanda smiles. She releases your hands to slip her arms over your shoulder, and you melt into her embrace almost instantly. "Is that good?"

"Yes." You whisper with flushed cheeks. Wanda releases you next.

"I think we have a winner." She jokes, and you giggle awkwardly.

"What about you? What's your language?"

"Definitely quality time" She says and you smile.

"I think words of affirmation are your thing too."

Wanda looks at you curiously.

"Why?"

"Because you're nice." You say. "You say nice things all the time I mean. You are an affectionate person."

"Maybe words of affirmation are your thing." She hits back with flushed cheeks, you laugh awkwardly looking away.

"What happens if people have different love languages?" You ask after a moment. "Do they fight?"

Wanda sighs lightly, thoughtfully.

"I don't really know." She replies. "I think they each show their love in a different way, and if they talk, there's no reason to fight."

You nod in agreement and then straighten your posture, extending your hand to Wanda.

"Miss Maximoff, I swear I will try to show my affection to you with words of affirmation and quality time" You tell her in a fake serious tone, and Wanda joins in on the joke, agreeing to shake your hand.

"I swear I will try to show my affection to you with touch and also with quality time." She repeats the pledge, and you both look serious for a second, before laughing.

Neither of you realizes that by proposing to act outside your comfort zone for each other, perhaps acts of service are the best suitable love language for you two.

//-//

The second day at the cabin is like heaven on earth.

You wake up early, have coffee with Wanda, and walk a short trail with her until lunchtime. You cook again, and she teases you about it. In the afternoon you play monopoly, and cards. She makes you tea, and then you two sit on the sofa, each with a book, just enjoying each other's company.

It must be about ten o'clock at night when Wanda starts to yawn. You two are already lying on the couch, and you poke her ribs with your foot and she laughs lightly.

"Go to bed." You tell her with a smile, and she looks quickly at you.

"I don't want to sleep." She says and yawns next, making you laugh.

"Of course you don't."

Wanda laughs and then closes the book, placing it on the small table beside the sofa. She buries her body against the cushions afterwards. You laugh as you look at her.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't want to get up." She replies by closing her eyes. You laugh, closing the book and sitting down. You place the book on the coffee table, and when Wanda yawns again you sigh.

"Come on you big baby, I'll take you to bed." - You tell her as you approach. Wanda lets out an exclamation as picks her up and carries her, blushing as she places her hands on your neck. You were laughing and didn't realize it.

When you reach your bedroom door, Wanda uses her powers to open the door, and you look at her quickly to thank her, which is a mistake, because you realize how close you are. It's hard to reach the bed without shaking now.

"Here we go." You mumble clumsily as you lay her down on the bed. Wanda doesn't let go of your neck however, and you swallow dryly. "Wanda?"

"Can I kiss you?" she asks breathlessly, and you feel your stomach drop. Your bodies are very close together, as you bent down to place her on the bed. Your hands are stretched out beside her neck, to keep you from falling on top of her.

"Are you sure?" You reply in the same tone, your voice husky. Wanda nods biting her lips lightly, her face very flushed.

You slowly advance against her and she meets you on the way. You both sigh as your lips touch. It is as overwhelming as you ever imagined it would be.

Wanda nuzzles the back of your neck lightly and you slide your tongue against hers, changing the intensity of the kiss.

She sighs, pulling you down and you shiver as you rest your weight against her.

When you pull away to take a breath, your foreheads stay together.

"Wanda..." You start breathlessly, trying to decide what to say.

"I like you." She confesses in the same tone, her voice husky. You feel your heart race. "Is that okay?"

You let out a short laugh, nodding. You kiss her again, smiling against her lips.

You kiss for several minutes, and when your lips are swollen and you are hot, you part. It's still early for this, you don't want to press Wanda.

"Maybe I should go to my room" You whisper against her lips, finding hard to reason with such closeness. Wanda kisses you again, making you sigh. You are almost giving up on the idea of getting up when she breaks the kiss, biting your lip as she does so.

"Goodnight, darling" She whispers and you melt at the nickname, but smile, starting to get up. Wanda is still lying there, just as affected by the make-out session as you are, and you just smile shyly at her as you say goodnight and go back to your room.

You both have silly smiles on your faces as you fall asleep.

//-//

There is a delicious tension in your relationship with Wanda now.

You got up early on your last day, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you. While you were preparing coffee, Wanda woke up.

She stretched, and seemed to hesitate slightly about what to do next, but you were already handing her a cup of coffee and kissing her cheek before walking over to the table.

You sit in silence, glances and smiles stolen between the small talk.

When you have finished eating, you turn on the television, and Wanda sits down next to you.

"Come here" you ask softly, and she smiles as she approaches, cuddling up to you. You watch some silly movie together, and you like to feel Wanda laughing against you.

In the afternoon, Wanda is the one who prepares lunch, and you lean on the counter when you finally decide to look at your cell phone. You sigh as you look at the number of missed calls and notifications. There are at least a dozen messages from Sam saying that something was wrong.

"What is it?" Wanda asks when she notices your expression.

"Dever calling us" You reply with a mixture of weariness and irony, shaking the cell phone. Wanda exchanges an understanding look with you, and you put the cell phone on the counter, sinking your face into your hands. She gives the pot one last check, and you are slightly startled when she moves in front of you, gently pulling your hands away from your face.

"I just wanted to stay here forever" You confess and let out a short laugh "I know it's selfish, but I just... it feels like my whole life I've been fighting." You tell her with a sad smile. "This must be the most at peace and content I've felt in a long time"

Wanda raises her hands to caress your cheeks.

"It's not selfish." She says tenderly. "I know exactly how it feels, darling. Ever since I was a child, Pietro and I went from one fight to another." She tells you and you let your hands rest against her waist. "I can't thank you enough for giving me moments like that."

You smile, shaking your head slightly. Then you sink your face into Wanda's neck and she hugs you back.

Now that your cell phone is no longer on silent, it doesn't take long for another call to come in. You grumble when you let go of Wanda to answer it.

Sam is saying something about a new Captain America and you are frowning, but smile when Wanda presses her fingers against your forehead to get you to stop grimacing.

"Are you listening to me?" Sam asks half impatiently on the other end of the line. You had been silent because Wanda is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen and she is standing right in front of you, smiling.

"Of course, Sammy." You then reply, raising your free hand to Wanda's cheek caressing her skin. "I'll come back to the compound tonight and then we'll talk better."

"Okay, just hurry please." He asks and looks tired. "Things are a mess".

You hang up and move forward, kissing Wanda intensely. She sighs against your lips, and you wish you could call Sam again and tell him you're not going anywhere.

//-//

When you return to the compound again there is a lot of work.

You find out that Sam is going to become the new Captain America and you couldn't be prouder.

You are no stranger to the idea that he should be the new leader of the Avengers, as Steve was. It feels right and you tell him so.

He seems surprised that you refuse the leadership, but you assure him that it was never really your thing, you would be happy in solo missions and other activities.

Besides this, things with Wanda were going in a direction you never imagined.

Part of you kept repeating that she would never look at you if Vision were alive, but you suppress these thoughts as much as you can.

You start going out frequently, casual encounters that leave you two with flushed cheeks and racing hearts. There are some kisses. But in general, Wanda is already so much a part of your life that nothing has really changed. You live together in the complex, and spend almost all your free time together.

There are many missions now, many people needing help.

Four months after you started to go out, Shuri calls you.

She apologizes for not getting in touch sooner, explaining how complicated things have become in Wakanda as well. You assure her that it's okay and that you would like to visit her when you can. She has a mysterious tone when she says that she needs your help with a project, and that she would have more information in a few days. You are curious and thoughtful as you hang up the cell phone and walk back to your room.

Wanda is strangely quiet the next day. You don't understand what is going on, but when you check the calendar, you bite the inside of your cheek. It was the anniversary of Vision's death. For you it had been five years, but for her, only a few months. Sighing sadly, you prepare something hot for her to eat.

When you arrive in her room, she has a sad and thoughtful countenance and is slightly startled when you enter without knocking, but you just smile and put the tray of soup on the table.

"I brought you some food, baby" You say tenderly and Wanda looks at you just for a moment. You notice a piece of paper in her hands and have a curious expression. "What's that?"

Wanda's eyes immediately fill with tears, and you blink in concern. She holds out the paper to you.

It is a house plan. It is stamped "property sold" with the date close to when you traveled to the cottage. You understand where the money came from now. But what catches your eye is the scrawl in red in the center, which reads "To grow old together, V."

Swallowing dryly, you fold the paper again, leaving it on the table before returning to Wanda.

"I'm sorry, I just... I just miss him and it seems like everything changed all at once"

"No, Wanda. It's okay." You assure her as you sit up and wrap her in a hug, which made her cry, but also relax her immediately. "I wish I could take this pain away from you, but I can't. I'm really sorry for the life you two couldn't live together."

Wanda sobs against your T-shirt and while you soothe her to sleep, you decide what you are going to do.

//-//

Shuri called. So you were going to Wakanda, Bucky next to you on the plane.

You teased him one last time about his new name "white wolf" before you got off.

You hugged your friend tight before you two left for the laboratory.

"I managed to recover the wreckage of your machine" She tells you with animation. You push down any insecurity as you smile, and hand her the projects that have been locked away in your room for five years.

You will work together again. It will take some time, due to the amount of tasks, but you will have this as your main project.

After three days, you and Bucky return home.

Before you enter the compound, he calls out to you.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks with a worried look, you nod.

"They belong together, Buck." You say with a bitter taste in your mouth. Bucky has an almost pitying look on his face and you hate it, so you are changing your stance. "Don't say anything to Wanda, though. I can't give her hopes like that and fail. She can only know if I succeed."

Bucky nods in understanding and you walk back.

//-//

Your heart and your body belong completely to Wanda Maximoff. You eventually realize this when you return to the compound, and even though you are secretly working to resurrect her dead boyfriend, you can't resist her.

Perhaps the best choice would have been to end things between you, but all you can do is completely melt in her presence. You laugh at her jokes, engage in her conversations, and fall apart in her kisses.

The trips to Wakanda become more frequent over the next month, and you begin to miss Wanda terribly when you are away, but you use this frustration to work.

It's May, and you'll need to travel again just three days after you arrive, and by the way things are going well, this should be your last trip to Wakanda.

"Okay, Shuri, thanks for letting me know. I'll get everything ready." You tell her through the hologram in your room and she smiles before hanging up. You are startled when you notice Wanda at the door.

"Are you leaving again?" She asks annoyed and you nod sadly.

You hope that Wanda will not be as upset as she has been the last few times. You obviously don't tell her the reason you go to Wakanda so much, and Bucky covers for you by saying it was confidential. It has been enough to maintain the logic that the less people knew, the less dangerous it was, and Wanda believes it.

"I'll call you while I'm there" You tell her trying to soften her annoyance as she walks into her room closing the door.

"It's not the same." She mumbles moving closer only to pass her arms around your torso. "I miss you."

You feel your heart soar as you hug her back. You know that the sentence refers to the new distance you have put between you, and part of you wants to confess everything. But you hold your words back.

"Everything is going to be okay, Wanda." You tell her disguising any sign of your recent need to cry. "This is going to be the last time."

Wanda then releases you, looking at you tenderly. You smile back, and she moves in to kiss you.

You know those kisses. The ones she only gives when you are alone, or when you have been apart too long. Kisses that are dangerous to cross barriers that you didn't know if she was ready to cross, and that also make your body hot and take your breath away.

Going out for almost seven months, this was the only line you hadn't crossed yet. Honestly, your cuddling sessions were borderline. But there were so many other things about your relationship that sex really wasn't the focal point.

And then you had Wanda kissing you like this and you couldn't resist.

Letting your hands slide down her body, you felt her sigh against your lips as you squeezed her ass, pressing her forward against you.

You began to walk with Wanda around the room, exchanging passionate, hot kisses, until she stumbled on the bed and you fell over her body on the mattress.

When your clothes came off, you reached for one of her hands and entwined it in yours on top of her head, kissing her neck as you trembled at the sound of her moans.

Wanda came on your fingers, moaning your name with her eyes closed and mouth open as you kept your free hand entwined in hers. You looked at her with adoration, thinking she was absolutely perfect.

You came against her thigh, and then she came in your mouth a few moments later. You repeated it one more time until your bodies were too tired to do it again.

You woke up first the next day, and while preparing coffee, you felt your face getting wet. You were going to lose her again. But you quickly wiped the tears away. She was never really yours to lose.

//-//

Bucky didn't come back to Wakanda with you, and you figured he had some other mission. You also insinuated that he was spending a lot of time outside the compound with Sam, and laughed when he got flushed and told you to go fuck yourself.

When you arrived at Shuri's lab, you didn't sleep properly for two weeks.

//-//

Non-Reader Pov

Bucky nodded slightly when Wanda entered the kitchen. She had been really upset these days, feeling lonely. But Y/N made the soldier promise to check on her girlfriend often and keep her company, so that's exactly what he's been doing.

After coffee, he suggested that they walk around the compound for a while, and the witch accepted.

"You know, I think Nat would like to see you two together." Commented the soldier with a smile. Wanda grumbled in agreement, slightly distracted, but then she assumed a confused expression.

"What do you mean?" She asked and Bucky blinked curiously. "How did Nat know that Y/N liked me?"

Bucky let out a short laugh also confused by the conversation.

"What do you mean, Wanda? Everyone knew all along."

Wanda stops walking, blinking with confusion.

"Bucky, what? No, Y/N and I only fell in love after Thanos, what do you..."

Bucky laughs in disbelief and confusion.

"Whoa, she really didn't tell you." He says surprised and at Wanda's expression, he straightens his posture, putting his hands in his pockets as he looks at her. "Look, maybe it wasn't the best idea for me to be the one to tell you, but I imagine since you're together now it won't make much difference." He says, sighing slightly. "She's been in love with you ever since you joined the Avengers. You were the reason she fought alongside Steve when he defied the law for me. Everyone always knew."

Wanda shook her head, surprised and incredulous.

"Bucky what are you saying?" Wanda muttered more to herself than to the soldier. Bucky just looked at her curiously.

"All these years, and you never knew." He said surprised.

Wanda felt her eyes fill with tears.

"But... Why didn't she say anything?" She asked holding back the tears. "I... She's been with me all this time, and... how could she not have said anything?"

Bucky shrugged.

"You had Vision, Wanda. She didn't want to make things awkward." He says. "She used to tell Natasha that loving you was enough. She never needed you to love her back."

Wanda gasps in surprise and cries, running her hands through her hair. Thousands of memories flashing through her mind at once. All the times Y/N was by her side, their escapes from the tower, their pranks, their jokes. The way she always stood up for her, helped her on missions, in training. How she blew up the TV set in the briefing room the day the government agent broadcast the report of what happened on Sokovia to the team in an attempt to shock them with Wanda's mistake. Pietro's grave, the way she took care of everything and assured Wanda that she was happy to help. But mostly in the way she always smiled when Wanda told her about Vision, how she supported her when they were on the run, and how she didn't leave her side when she was grieving.

Wanda couldn't imagine how much it must have hurt to watch the person you love, loving someone else.

Wanda let out a dry laugh, finally letting the tears flow.

"All this time, and she loved me in secret." She mumbles breathlessly. "How could she bear it?"

Bucky looked away.

"Well, she's always tougher than most."

Wanda shook her head, laughing sadly.

"Take me to Wakanda."

//-//

Reader Pov

You did it.

"Shuri, is this really happening?" You ask with a mixture of surprise and excitement. Your eyes completely glaze over in front of you.

The door to the machine you created then opened, a metallic noise filling the room. It took the machine man a few seconds to open his eyes, and when he did you held your breath.

"You really did it." Shuri said to you impressed and looking forward as well.

"We did." You retorted taking a step towards the being that was looking at you with curiosity. He seemed to be getting used to the idea of being online again. "Vision?"

The question escaped your lips firmly, although your heart was racing.

Vision moved out of the machine, looking around.

"I'm confused." The male voice filled the room. "I think I've been asleep. My last memory is of a field."

You gasp, feeling your eyes fill with water.

"I can't believe you're here, buddy" You tell him, stepping forward to hug him. Vision doesn't respond however, still appearing to be in shock.

When you let go, you are smiling.

"I'll explain everything to you, Vis."

Shuri leads you to a meeting room, and she keeps checking Vision's functionality signals while you talk for a bit. You tell him about the blip, about his death, and a little about Thanos. He is different, maybe it is the stone. He seems more mechanical and logical than ever, talking about statistics and asking about social impacts. You just think he needs to get used to the world again.

"There's someone coming to see you" Shuri announces after a moment while fiddling with her computer.

"T'Challa wants to check if we are eating properly again?" You joke and Shuri laughs, but then she frowns.

"Actually it's..."

The door to the room then opens. You get up from your armchair in surprise to see Wanda standing there. She looks at you with adoration in her eyes, but her expression falls completely when she notices who is beside you.

Her face is a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and confusion. You swallow dryly, ignoring the urge to cry, and force yourself to smile shyly.

Wanda walks towards you slowly.

"I've been working to bring him back, Wanda." You explain in a husky voice. "To bring him back to you."

Wanda's eyes are filled with tears, and she gasps as Vision rises from the armchair, looking at her curiously.

"How...?" Wanda asks breathlessly, but she sobs then moves forward to embrace the robot.

You feel your heart break, because it is over. You smile however, nodding to Shuri lightly as you leave the two of them alone.

When you reach the hallway, your hands and legs are shaking and you lean on the wall to keep from falling to the floor. Bucky is joining the two of you as Shuri looks at you with concern.

"Everything okay?" She asks touching your arm lightly. You nod frantically.

"I did what I had to do." You say breathlessly, holding back tears. "She...She's happy."

Bucky exchanges a look with Shuri and then he is asking if he can hug you. You nod slightly and when he does, you collapse.

//-//

You are avoiding Wanda.

It's childish, but you feel your heart ache every time you think about seeing her, so you're trying to buy time to only talk to her again when you can show that you're happy for her.

It has been two days since she arrived in Wakanda.

You and Bucky are in rooms in the same hallway, and you know that Shuri has set up facilities for Vision and Wanda to be together. You haven't seen her yet, and it's all due to the fact that you accepted whatever task the king had to keep you well away from the castle.

You returned very late to your room on the third day, and Bucky was waiting for you in the hallway.

"You two need to talk." He said, following you into the room as you sighed.

"I know, Buck." You grumble taking off your jacket. "I just need time, I...I think I'll crumble if I see her again"

Bucky runs his hand across his face, slightly impatient.

"No, you don't understand." He says. "You just brought her dead boyfriend back, you can't just ignore her."

You throw yourself on the bed, closing your eyes.

"I'm really considering alcoholism now." You grumble, and Bucky laughs lightly.

"Talk to her." He says before turning to leave.

You take a while to fall asleep after that.

//-//

You see Wanda again. At a safe distance. Your heart feels like it is going to jump out of your chest.

She and Vision go out for a walk just before lunchtime. You look at them from the balcony, their silhouettes in the field of flowers. It's beautiful. You don't realize that you are crying.

Walking to Shuri's labs, you intend to accept some project, but she has a worried look on her face when she looks at you.

" There' s something wrong." She comments by showing you a graph that you don't understand at first. "While you were behaving like a child, we had some problems." The teasing makes you blush slightly, but you are too worried to respond.

"What happened?"

Shuri sighs weakly.

"Wanda and Vision talked for a few hours. And then she realized what we didn't anticipate." She explained as she changed the chart. "Without the mind stone, Vision is just a computer program. There's nothing human in him anymore."

You blinked in confusion, and let out a short laugh.

"What are you talking about?" You ask, but before she answers you are talking again. "Vision was always a computer. His love for Wanda was his humanity."

Shuri shook her head in the negative.

"The mind stone created a connection with Wanda." She explained. "Without it, he is just a set of algorithms. He remembers everything he experienced, but he can no longer feel."

You gasp in surprise and then sit down on the floor, trying to understand exactly what you had done.

"I think our mistake was not accepting death." Shuri said after a while. "We can't reverse something like that. We should know."

"I can't believe I did that." You commented with a dry laugh. "I brought him back only for her to lose him again. My god what the fuck is wrong with me?"

Shuri walked over to you, kneeling in front of you, and placing a hand on your knee.

"You didn't know, okay?" She said trying to reassure you. " Your intentions were the best".

"That doesn't matter now". You grumble bitterly.

Eventually you get up, and decide that you should apologize.

Shuri tells you that she will handle everything with Vision, that she would ask him if he would like to continue to exist, if he had a purpose, or if he would like to be deactivated. You told her to make sure that he knew that he would always have a place on the Avengers team, and she smiled saying that Wakanda would also accept him.

//-//

Your heart was racing when you knocked on Wanda's door.

She used her powers to open it, and you walked in, finding her sitting on the bed, pensive.

"You finally decided to talk to me." She teased looking at the television. You swallowed dryly, twiddling your fingers nervously.

"I talked to Shuri." You begin with emotion showing in your voice. "She told me about...about everything. I'm so sorry Wanda." You cry. "I didn't know this was going to happen, I didn't mean to hurt you..."

Wanda blinks confusedly getting up as she approaches you, raising her hands to your face.

"It's okay." She assures wiping away your tears.

"No, it isn't. I brought him back only for you to lose him again, I can't believe I could do that to you, I'm sorry..."

"Stop. No." Wanda says shaking her head, her eyes filled with tears. She swallows her emotion as she looks at you tenderly. "You gave me a chance to say goodbye to him."

"Wanda..."

"I didn't have that chance before." She continues with a sad smile, "I am grateful for it."

"W-what?" you sigh breathlessly with incredulity.

Wanda smiled, stroking your cheek lightly.

"All this time, and you've been loving me in secret." She spoke tenderly, and you felt your face heat up.

"How...?"

"It doesn't matter." She interrupts shaking her head slightly, the look in her eyes is one of pure adoration. "I still don't understand how you can hide this from me, and..."

You shake your head, letting the tears flow.

"I just wanted you to be happy, Wanda." You interrupt with a smile. "It didn't have to be with me."

Wanda gasps slightly, and moves forward to kiss you on the mouth. The kiss doesn't last long, however, and she breaks away to bring your foreheads together.

"I love you." Wanda whispers against your lips, you sigh in surprise. "Sorry it took so long."

You let out a short laugh, hugging her. When she hooks her arms around your neck, you lift her off the ground, and Wanda lets out a giggle. You spin around, smiling, your chest exploding with happiness.

//-//

On your last day in Wakanda, you visit Vision.

He is in one of the castle rooms, looking contemplative, and pours you a cup of tea.

After you talk about what he wants to become, you hug him goodbye and he looks at you curiously.

"I never directly asked you what your motivation was for doing all this." Vision begins with a curious posture. "Shuri told me about your affection for Wanda, but I never understood precisely."

You look away from the floor, kind of awkwardly.

"I thought you two were soulmates." You say to him, and Vision observes you for a few seconds before speaking.

"How could we be soul mates, if I never had a soul?" He asks and you raise your face in surprise. Vision just smiles slightly as he puts his hand on your shoulder. "I wish you had told her how you felt in the beginning. It would have prevented so much suffering."

"Hey, we would feel your loss even if Wanda liked me..."

"I was talking about you." He interrupts with a smile and you fall silent, not knowing what to say next. "I hope you'll be happy together. You have a high level of compatibility."

You laughed at the mechanical way Vision spoke and gave him one last hug before leaving in farewell.

//-//

You return to Wakanda the following year. Many things are different now, from your address, to Wanda's rings, and your last names.

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