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sim0nril3y · 3 months

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Meet the Family

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Simon has the joy of meeting your family and finding out why don't you see or talk about them all that much. This brings up some unwanted memories and feelings for him too. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), family drama, shouting, very small mention of Simon's childhood, family disapproval, family arguing, reader has family, reader has siblings, family names are established but no descriptions, canon-typical swearing.

It appeared that your phone was making more of a ruckus than usual later. It seemed to buzz and beep much more frequently, each time your eyes cast down to check it they narrowed, then rolled before you pushed the device far, far away from where you had to interact with it. Yet still it actively vied for your attention. “Everything okay, babe?” Simon quizzed, pulling the cork out of the wine he’d chosen and beginning to pour you a glass. “Fine.” You short answer replied, picking up the glass and taking a large gulp.

Taking a seat opposite Simon battled internally about whether to push this conversation anymore. He wondered, if the situation was reversed if you would have tried to get more information out of him. Bloody hell. You would. “I just couldn’t help but notice you seemed a little… upset by your phone.” Nodding his head in the direction of the device. “Is something up?”

For a moment you paused, mauling over the situation for a moment before letting out a low huff and answering. “My sister is having a ‘get-together’ for her anniversary…” You announced with a heavy amount of disdain in your voice. “We’ve been invited.” Of course, you’d mentioned your family before but until this point Simon had never met them and the opportunity had never been there. “Honestly, I’m surprised I’m invited Anna said it’ll just be close family…”

“Well, I guess you count as close family considering you’re her sister, love.” Simon pointed out and you let out a low huff again. “Who else is going to be there?” “My mum and dad. My little brother Peter. Obviously, my older sister Anna, her husband Barney and their son Hunter.” Simon couldn’t help but frown at that. It would be a lot of your family to meet at once. “And do you… want to go?”

Again, you didn’t have a response right away, eyes darting away before back towards him. “I… I don’t know…” Then shaking your head. “Anna is begging me to come, but I know that is only to get the heat off her because if I’m there then all my parent’s attention will fall to me and they will explain exactly where I’ve gone wrong with my life.” Simon couldn’t help but frown at that comment, he didn’t like the thought of your family speaking poorly of you. A heavy sigh escaped your mouth. “Would… you want to go?” The question came out tiny and vulnerable, like you might scare him off with that alone.

“They know about me?” Simon quizzed, he’d never met them and he’d never really pressed to do that, he was in love with you and that was all he needed in his life. “They do…” You replied evenly. “They don’t approve... It isn’t because of you.” You quickly add with wide eyes. “They don’t approve of anyone outside of the family. They hated any girl that Peter brought home and they tolerate Barney, but that is only because they gave them a grandchild to fawn over.” You explained before frowning. “Si, I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to come…”

For a moment he mauled over his options, he could go and accept whatever snide comments and berating came from your family, or he could send you to the wolves and stay home like a coward. Simon Riley was not a coward. “Tell her we’ll be there.” He leaned over to clink his glass against her own.

It was a bit of a drive to Anna’s home she shared with her husband and their son, but that gave you plenty of time to fill in all the dirty details about your family. You had started with your older sister, she was seen as the golden child and your parents bragged about almost everything that she did, her perfect marriage, her perfect children, her perfect house and her perfect holiday home. You explained, Anna had gone to a top University to study finance, but during her gap year galivanting about the US she’d met Barney who’d promptly fallen in love with her and got her pregnant. This wouldn’t typically be too big of a problem, apart from the fact that Anna been engaged before setting off and in a desperate need to escape the monotony of her relationship and her perfect life she’d thrown it all away from another lad.

It was a blow to her parents that their perfect eldest daughter had this mishap, however the fact that Barney came from an incredibly wealthy family and owned his own tech company certainly helped ease him into the family. Then their grandson Hunter came into the picture and everything was a perfect ending from there.

On the other hand, there was your younger brother Peter who had barely scraped by in his school and your parents had to persuade Universities to accept him. He spent more times in clubs than in his classes. Your parents saw him as a typical boy, causing some trouble and chasing the ladies. Boys will be boys; they’d excused with a hearty laugh as Peter would be trotted to the cells for indecent exposer or public indecency. Still even after all the trouble he’d caused Peter was still the apple of their eyes, your mother fawned over him and your father tried moulding him into his protégé.

Then there was you. With a sister that was perfect and a brother that they dotted on that left very little time or energy for you. It seemed like you just slipped through the cracks. Even when they did have time spare for you every decision, you’d made they hadn’t approved. In their eyes, you were simply the wild little fuck-up. It pained and riled Simon that anyone thought of you as anything but perfect and good and kind.

Once they arrived at your sisters’ home Simon was surprised to find that it was an expensive looking townhouse that had been renovated to have some modern features. This strangle matched the dreamhouse that you’d muttered to him one night in your post-sex chatter, it made Simon wonder who had desired the house first, maybe it was you and Anna had simply stolen that dream to taunt you. Approached the modern frosted glass door, it opened and out stepped an older woman with a disguised smile on her face, dressed in a smart, conservative dress with sharp kitten heels. Your hand squeezed his own as you approached, announcing nicely. “Mum…” Ah, your mother, Cynthia…

“Hello darling.” Her voice was soft but hiding something, like a sickly sweet venom that was encasing you both. You had mentioned that she was high strung and highly critical, that remained to be seen. If there was one thing that Cynthia enjoyed in life it was gossiping, followed by bragging about her family, or at least some of her family members, certainly not you, you’d joked to Simon but there was a pained reality to that snide remark. “Look at you, that is certainly an interesting dress…” She observed, cupping your face then. “You look very tired, are you sleeping well?” The snide remarks had already begun, Simon observed.

You complained lowly. “Mum…” Then looked towards Simon, eyes pleading for some form of help or safety or escape but only found his own dark set that matched your own fear. “This is-” Cynthia cut you off and turned her viper grin towards at him, those dangerous eyes scanned him and searched for any little weakness or vulnerability. “This must be Simon.” Cynthia let out an almost cynical laugh. “Now, I must ask your sister to set another place, we weren’t sure that you were real…” It was another little dig that made you wince.

Cynthia then allowed the two of you to follow her further into the house, a lounge area stood before them and three men lingered inside of it. An older man sat on the sofa, drink in hand and head drooping, another around Simon’s age stood behind a small make-shift bar, cleaning glasses and straightening bottles of the labels faced out and proud and then across the room a younger man was texting on his phone. “Simon, make yourself comfortable with the men. That is my husband, Harold. This is my son-in-law, Barney.” Cynthia even gifted him a snide smile, the same she had done to Simon, they were outsiders after all, not as important as blood, simply there to give her grandchildren. “And that is my son Peter~”

Turning to you and lowering her voice, Cynthia said. “Darling, don’t worry that you didn’t bring a present, your sister understands that you don’t make a lot of money-” “N-no, I just left it at home.” You attempted to explain but your mother just chortled lowly and squeezed your shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure… just like how Peter ate all your Christmas chocolate when you were 10, hmm?” Then she poked your tummy in jest. “But I think we all know where it went.”

Simon forced himself to grit his teeth, looking between and watching you purse your lips, accepting the vicious attack with a tight smile and glossy eyes. “Now, don’t make that face~” Cynthia smirked directly at you, as if knowing she was pushing your buttons. “Come, your sister will want some help in the kitchen, I’m sure you’ll survive being apart from your boyfriend for five minutes, hmm?” Then looking towards Simon and asking. “You won’t mind if I borrow her, will you?”

More than anything he wanted to deny her, snatch you up into his side and away from anymore of her cruel remarks, but her claw-like hands were already circling you and tugging you from the room before he had a chance. The next moment, a presence walked up behind him and Simon turned to see a very happy looking man stood there. “Hey man…” A thick American accent rolled from him. “My name is Barney, you must be Simon, right?” He was quick to shake his hand and comment. “Quite the grip there, you play golf?”

Shaking his head Simon followed him back to where he’d been lingering (or probably hiding) behind his bar. “Do you drink, man? What’s your poison?” Barney asked enthusiastically, very proudly gesturing to the array of bottles that were placed behind the bar, squeaky clean but hardly used. “Whiskey. Neat.” Then leaning against the bar and waiting for it to be made. Another approached, this time your brother, tucking his phone away into his pocket as he sidled up beside him, elbows resting on the bar too, matching him stance for stance. “Simon, right? The latest addition to our fucked up little family.” Peter commented, his tone just as snide as his mother’s – the apple didn’t fall far, he supposed. “I’m sure my sister told you all about me…”

“She mentioned a few things…” Simon answered evenly, reaching out to take the offered drink from Barney, drinking it down a little too quickly to appear casual. Bloody hell, he’d been on battlefields and felt less anxious. “Well, I’ve got a few stories about my sister that I’m sure you’ll want to hear too~” The young lad began before Simon glanced in his direction, testing and bothered by his presence.

Sensing the impending tension Barney let out a hearty chuckle and said. “Maybe another time, huh?” Then giving Peter a pointed look. “Simon… what do you do for a job?” He asked in a friendly enough way, this seemed to catch the attention of Harold who actually glanced in his direction, quietly accessing and judging, it felt like you were the only normal one to actually come out of this family. “I’m in the special forces.” Simon explained, keeping his answers short and sweet, not allowing too many details to slip out, it wouldn’t be professional. They all had different reactions to this little piece of information. Peter quirked a brow whilst Barney grinned and nodded. “That’s tight. Respect, man.”

“A solider…” Peter muttered. “Lieutenant, actually.” Simon corrected in a sharp tone. There wasn’t many things in life he was proud about but you and his career were among the only few.

Again, your brother seemed to stir from beside him. “So…” Looking at him, wanting to judge Simon’s reaction. “How many people you killed?” The question was so crass that it actually made Barney gasp before letting out a nervous laugh and saying. “Pete, I’m not sure you can ask questions like that, man…” Then another laugh before giving his brother-in-law a soft punch on the shoulder, followed by a pointed look, don’t push.

There was this clear power struggle that Peter was trying to win. This happened often with rich boys like your brother, they saw Simon as a threat because he was physically much more impending than them, feeling even worse when they discovered that Simon wasn’t as dumb as they thought he looked.

“Not something that I keep count of…” Simon answered keeping his face straight, remaining unbothered. It was a good answer, it was formal and dignified, not to mention filled with some honesty. It wasn’t like Simon could even keep count anymore, even if he had wanted to. Peter seemed unimpressed with that answer and simply huffed before saying. “Bet you could think of at least five different ways to kill me in here, right?” Again, this spiked the interest of Harold, glancing in their direction.

Another challenge. Another prod. Another opportunity to attempt to make Simon look unhinged. Attempting to break the tension Barney laughed awkwardly. “This joker-” “I could think at least ten.” Simon retorted, dark eyes watching Peter to see that smugness falter for just a moment as true fear sank in. From across the room for just a split second Harold smirked then it washed away as he finished his fifth drink of the night.

The room was thick with an air of tension as you stepped inside looking completely flustered. “It’s uh… it’s time for dinner.” You informed them, frowning as you tried to access the atmosphere, approaching Simon to rest a delicate hand on his forearm, wrapping yourself around the limb. The room cleared out as Barney escorted his in-laws to his dinning room. Gazing up at Simon, you asked. “You alright?”

Simon’s eyes seemed to focus on where Peter had been escorted from the room, watching that area on alert for a few moments before his gaze flittered back in your direction. “Told your brother I could think of ten ways to kill him in this room alone…”

You blinked. Slow and calculating. Attempting to understand the words that Simon had just rushed in your direction. “Excuse me?” You muttered, staring up into his eyes in confusion. “Why… why would you say-” “He was pushing me.” There was an edge of frustration to his tone. You brother had gotten under Simon’s skin a lot more than he was willing to admit aloud. Reaching up you cupped his face and looked into his eyes with such care and sincerity, it really did pain you to witness your family treating him in a way that left him so anxious and wound up. “I believe you.” You whispered. “I believe you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. My fucking family… It’s my family, they make it their mission to push and prod and make your life misery. I’m sorry-”

A short huff came from Simon, leaning in to kiss your forehead gently and replying. “You don’t ever apologies for any of them.” He told you, voice firm and sure. There was no part of this that was your fault. You were born into a family of cynical fakers, wanting to make everyone else’s lives as miserable as their own. He hadn’t even been around them for an hour yet, but Simon could see that you were the only good thing to come from your family. He could force himself to survive the rest of the dinner party for you… but when this was over, he never wanted to see these people again.

“Come on, now…” Your mothers voice entered the lounge and she lingered in the doorway, big fake smile on her lips and glass of wine in hand. “You were late to the party and now you’ll be late for dinner too…” Cynthia chortled, clearly still holding that grudge. “I swear, my darling girl would be late to her own funeral too…” The comment was made as she swayed down the hallway towards the dining room, Simon simply grit his teeth and continued to bite his tongue. A few more hours, he reminded himself constantly.

The dinner that was severed was nice enough. Honestly, the only cooking that you actually enjoyed nowadays was anything that Simon served up for you and it was something he was more than happy to take care of for you. It was mundane and simple and peaceful, just for some time he could force his noisy brain to shut off, it simply wasn’t warfare.

You sat beside him, food pushing around your plate, probably each little biting comment from your mother stripped away any hunger from you. Cynthia had persuaded your siblings to list all their recent achievements to you, which they seemed all too happy to do. Maybe they knew that if all that vitriol that poured from your mother was aimed at you, then they’d continue to escape it… or maybe they enjoyed it because they were just as cruel as she was.

“Are you enjoying the food?” Cynthia quirked a soft brow at Simon, it was a strange observation but Simon noted that your mother wore a face so similar to your own, maybe more than the rest of your siblings but not even one of your expressions matched. There was so much pure and true joy and easiness in your smile, but each time your mother did the same it seemed like it might crack her face into tiny pieces. “I’m sure you aren’t used to a good homecooked meal, hmm?” Then laughing lowly. “Especially with this one’s cooking…” Pointing a fork in your direction.

“It’s fine.” Simon responded evenly, clearly not to exaggerated praise that your mother had been expecting, simply narrowing her eyes and taking back another gulp of wine. “I like to cook for us…” His hand then rests on your knee beneath the table, reminding you that you weren’t alone facing your horrid family, but that Simon had your back. “Between the two of us, I have more time to cook, anyway.” Then he shrugged, gazing in your direction and seeing your desperation to find safety and warmth within him. “With all the hours that she works and then the time she spends on her art, I like to keep her fed…” Too afraid to continue aloud, Simon thought, keep her warm, provided for her, keep her happy, keep her satisfied. Just… keep her.

A deep scoff came from Cynthia then, another big glug of wine until her glass was empty. It seemed that Simon had given Peter the opportunity to speak then, smirking from across the table. “Speaking of work…” Those dangerous eyes loomed as you sat a little straighter in your chair. “Heard from a friend that you missed that interview dad set up…” The comment was thrown out there so casually but you were left reeling as you knew the chaos that simple comment would cause. Besides, how did he even know that? There wasn’t a chance in the world that Peter had friends to be able to tell him that information, so what? Was he following you? Keeping tabs on you? Before you even had the chance to interrogate him Cynthia spoke first.

“No, no…” Placing down the wine bottle onto the table with a heavy thud, eyes fixed on you. “Please tell me that isn’t true.” Raising her brows, as if waiting for you to deny Peter’s allegations but you remained sheepishly quiet. “You lied to me.” There was a fiery rage in her eyes now and you knew that you were in for it. “You told me that you went. I can’t believe you would lie to your own mother…” Your mouth opened then, as if to defend yourself but Cynthia was much too quick to continue her tirade. “We have spoken about this again and again… I made it clear it is time to give up on this silly little fantasy that you’ve been holding onto. It is time to grow up and join the real world. You need to be more like your brother and your sister…” Gesturing wildly to them as Anna sat almost ashamed with her gaze down to her lap and Peter sat there with a smarmy smile the instigator of this.

Again, you opened your mouth, but her hand came up sharp in your direction. “Do you know the strings your father had to pull to organise that interview?” Then gesturing towards Harold who seemed completely unphased, cutting his steak into another bitesize piece whilst his wife continued to berate their daughter before the audience. “You are such an ungrateful brat and you always have been. When will you understand? You have absolutely zero desirable qualities so finding a decent job will be very difficult for you… who in their right mind is going to want to hire someone like you, hmm?”

Everyone apart from Cynthia and Peter appeared mortified, Anna looked to you with horror on her face and then Barney spoke, careful smile on his face. “She still had plenty of time to figure out what she wants to do, right? Anna took a gap year during college… Pete did the same… So, she isn’t going abroad or whatever, instead she’s trying to… to… figure out if she can follow her passion, I think it’s-” “Be quiet.” Cynthia growled at him then, teeth grit. “Don’t talk such nonsense… Peter and Anna were working hard at college and needed a break to find themselves and after returned to college and get their degrees. What does she have? Nothing. I couldn’t even convince her to apply to any colleges… She is a lazy, stubborn, silly little girl and you are chasing a hopeless dream-” “Enough.”

Every set of eyes then turned to look at Simon who sat with a furious look present on his face. At the beginning of the evening, he could maybe accept those biting little comments, he could certainly accept the way that Peter had provoked him, Simon could even accept the way that your mother had sat there bragging about your siblings but he wasn’t going to allow her to utterly humiliate you like this. “You don’t fuckin’ talk to her that way.” Carefully from beside him, you muttered his name, a soft plead to try and calm the fight that seemed inevitable now. “No.” He told you firmly, quietly, gazing down at you with a set jaw and narrowed eyes. “I won’t just sit there and let her fuckin’ talk to you like this… I wont… I can’t…”

It wasn’t like Simon had grown up in a good household. It was clearly different from your own. Simon had witnessed his father completely decimate any good in his family and he was too young and too small and too scared to stop him or do anything. This is why he is the man he is today; he wouldn’t allow that again and seeing your family ripping you to shreds, tearing apart any good and hope and light inside of you was too much for him. Not you. Never you.

“Simon, please. You simply don’t understand...” Cynthia began. “My daughter lives in this word of make believe where she thinks she is going to become and artists and be able to make money and buy big houses like her sister. It’s just ridiculous. I’ve tried getting through to her, but-” “Your daughter is a fuckin’ adult.” Simon growled then, leaning into the table slightly so he could talk across at her. “She doesn’t need you to find her a job and she doesn’t need you to approve the choices that she makes in her life.” Simon growled, feeling this need to protect you and keep you safe, that very same one that had grown for his mother in his childhood. Different, but… the same. “Your daughter… your daughter is fuckin’ amazing. There isn’t a thing about her that needs to change. She’s intelligent and she’s soft and kind and she’s really fuckin’ talented and I wonder how all of that managed to happen when she grew up around you cunts-” The entire table seemed to gasp in unison.

There seemed to be this stunned silence before everyone erupted, Peter almost fell off his chair laughing, whilst baby Hunter wailed from the commotion. Cynthia stood stark upright, jabbing a finger in his direction. “Unacceptable! Disgusting! Unacceptable! He’s an animal! He’s feral!” Stalk through the house on a tirade of insults aimed in his direction with her husband trailing behind her. Anna was trying to hopelessly clean a puddle of wine from where it had teetered over onto the table. “It’s fucking vintage!” There were real tears in her eyes, much to Simon’s surprise.

Just then Barney stood up, bouncing his son in his arms and looking between you and Simon. “I think… I think it would be best if you guys left.” There was sorrow in his eyes as he suggested it, not wanting to be unkind but just not wanting anymore drama. It was probably for the best even if Simon did have a few more choice words for them.

The entire car ride home you were unusually quiet beside him. He was actually a little lost on how to handle this situation. There weren’t a part of him that was sorry for what he’d said to your family, or more specifically your mother. Simon just couldn’t handle the fact that she could talk to you in such a vile way. There was only so much that Simon was willing to take and he’d lost it. Fuck, had he scared you? Were you mad at him? Were you sad for causing a rift in your family? Had he even caused a rift? Clearly, they hadn’t thought very much of you before he’d been there…

A small sniffle from beside him caught his attention, glancing in your direction and under the glow of the streetlamps Simon saw your face wet with tears. Without hesitation Simon signalled and pulled his truck onto an empty road, clambering from the driver’s seat and around to yank open your door. A moment later his arms were around you, hand supporting the back of your head burying your face into the crook of his shoulder. “You’re alright. Shh. You’re alright, babe.”

After a few moments of allowing, you to just sob into his shoulder, your voice muffled against his shirt. “Don’t ca-care what they s-say about me-” “Well, I do.” There was a thick edge to his voice, pulling back to cup your face and looking for any sign of fight towards your family but you seemed defeated, you seemed emotionally drained. Where was that witty girl that had corned him on a night out? Where was the one that had to almost twist his arm to open up? Where was that fight for her own pretty self? “I care about what they say about you because they are dead fuckin’ wrong, babe. No one deserved to be talked to like that. I won’t allow it.”

There was something deeper simmering here behind all this. There was something that Simon didn’t want to confess or discuss. The berating. The belittling. The treatment of less than… This was something that Simon wouldn’t allow for you because he had experienced it and much worse. “You don’t deserve it.” It was like Simon was talking to all the people in his life that hadn’t deserved the fate they were given. You. Him. His mum. His brother. His friends he’d lost. The soldiers that had died in his arms. “Okay?” “Okay.”

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 2 months

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Let's Talk About That Chapter 1

Psychiatrist!Avenger!Fem!Reader × Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You are the young psychiatrist for the Avengers, and you take your job very seriously, but what happens when Wanda joins the team, turning your life upside down?

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: legal age gap r is 19 w is 25, talks of death and grief, a bit of angst, therapy sessions

A/N: I had this idea for a while and wrote it a while ago, but spruced it up for publishing. I hope you enjoy it!

May 7th-10th 2015

The only sounds to be heard were the scratches of your pen against paper as you wrote down notes the old fashioned way and the hum of the AC unit installed in your office. Tony let you have a nice corner of the tower where there was sunlight and windows. You had gone with a soft gray for the walls, an L-shaped mahogany desk that had both a desktop computer and your laptop. Across from your desk was two couches and a coffee table between them with an assortment of fidget toys, a succulent, a handful of magazines, and a box of tissues.

Everyone had been away on an important mission and normally you’d go with, but you'd been recovering from a previous injury, you still are when you hear a knock on your door,

"Open." You let them know and just from their aura you can tell it's Tasha, but she's with someone else, an aura you don't recognize. You look up to find a girl with chestnut colored hair, and a dark aura around her. "Hey Tash. I'm glad you're all home safe. I'm assuming we'll restart our sessions?" You ask the red head.

"Yes. We can resume them. Tomorrow. Today I need you to have a talk with this one." Tasha helps her into the room and gestures for her to sit down, Tasha walks over and hands you a large file. "She came from HYDRA, they had a lot of info on her, she had joined us in the fight against Ultron." Tasha tells you before lowering her voice, "She lost her twin brother during the battle. So maybe you can get her to talk." You smile at Tasha and then look past the red head.

"Yeah of course we shouldn't have any issues Tash. Leave it to me." You tell her as I adjust your glasses, quickly looking over her file as Tasha exits, closing the door behind her, "Wanda Maximoff, 25, born in Sokovia." You say out loud as you walk around your desk to the other couch across from where she's sitting criss-cross. You take notice she's taken her shoes off and smile, taking note of the fact that she’s comfortable enough to do something like that. "I'm Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. I'm 19. I'm also an Avenger. I have a power that allows me to see auras and emotions. I can also influence people's emotions and use my voice to influence others around me." You tell her a little about yourself first to help make her comfortable with talking about herself.

"You're 19? How are you a doctor?" She finally talks and you can hear her thick Sokovian accent which is like music to your ears.

"I'm very smart. Graduated high school at 12 finished my Doctorate last year for psychiatry and Tony took me in as the Avengers Psychiatrist shortly after that. Everyone here needs a little bit of help and that is what I'm here to provide for you." You smile at her as you open a fresh notebook for her, choosing a red covered one noticing that she was wearing Tasha’s red leather jacket. "So tell me a little about yourself. Anything you want." You ask as you jot down her basic info on the first page.

"I love American sitcoms." she tells you first. You smile and look at her over your glasses.

"Why is that?" You ask as you jot down her words.

"We used to watch them as a family every night so we could learn English." She tells you making a smile appear on your face.

"When you say we who does that entail?" You question the Sokovian wanting to get to the root of her problems.

"My Mama, Papa, and Pietro..." She tells you solemnly.

"Who is Pietro?" You inquire, looking up from your notebook.

"He is...was...my twin brother." You jot down everything she says during your session and she does open up a little bit with some persuasion on your part, but that isn't unusual for your sessions.

"Well Wanda thank you for opening up to me. Your aura is looking a little warmer from when you first walked in. How about you come back in three days for another session?" You tilt your head as you grab a little card for her.

"Why three days?" She asks nervously, tugging at her sleeves attempting to cover her hands, but the jacket doesn't budge. She starts picking at her nails as an alternative, chipping the black nail polish further.

"I like to have frequent sessions the first month. Then we'll have them weekly just like the others." You let her know and she nods her head as you write the date and time for her to show up on the card for three days from now. Standing up with her, "I offer a high fives, hand shakes, fist bumps, or a hug at the end of sessions. Which would you like?" You ask and she's thrown off a bit by the statement at first but then answers.

"Hug. I could use a hug right now." You open up your arms and let her come to you. She ends up crying in your arms as you sooth her, letting her know it is okay to cry.

"I'll always be here for you Wanda. I'm always on your side." You whisper to her and she holds you tighter at the words.

You sat back down at your desk after Wanda left, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you. Empathy for Wanda's pain, determination to help her heal, and a lingering sense of dread about what HYDRA had done to her. But you pushed those feelings aside, focusing on the task at hand.

As the Avengers' psychiatrist, it was your responsibility to help your teammates navigate the mental and emotional toll of their work. Sometimes that meant delving into painful memories or difficult emotions, but it was a role you took on willingly. After all, you had your own share of struggles, and if you could use your powers to help others, then it was worth it.

You glanced at the clock and realized it was almost time for lunch. You decided to take a break and head to the common area, where you found Tony tinkering with one of his suits.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted you with a grin. "How's it going?"

"Good," you replied, sinking into a nearby chair. "Just had a session with Wanda. She's been through a lot."

Tony nodded solemnly. "Yeah, losing her brother and all that HYDRA stuff... it's rough."

You sighed, running a hand through your Y/H/C hair. "Yeah, but she's strong. I think she'll come through it."

Tony gave you a reassuring smile before returning to his work, and you took a moment to appreciate the camaraderie of the team. Despite your differences and the challenges you guys faced, you were a family, bound together by our shared experiences and our commitment to protecting the world.

After a quick lunch, you headed back to your office to prepare for your next session. As you reviewed your notes from Wanda's session, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to her story, something hidden beneath the surface. But for now, all you could do was continue to offer her support and hope that she would find the strength to confront her demons and emerge stronger on the other side.

With that thought in mind, you square your shoulders and prepare to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As an Avenger, a psychiatrist, and a friend, you were ready to do whatever it took to help your teammates and protect the world from whatever threats may come our way.

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Three days passed in a blur of meetings, training sessions, and the occasional emergency mission. But today, you were back in your office, eagerly awaiting Wanda's return for your second session. As you sat at your desk, reviewing your notes from your previous meeting, you couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for her. Losing a loved one in battle was something you could relate to all too well.

Before you could dwell too much on your own past, there was a soft knock on your door, and Wanda stepped into the room. Her aura seemed a bit brighter today, though still tinged with sadness. "Hey, Wanda," you greeted her with a warm smile, motioning for her to take a seat. "How are you feeling today?"

Wanda hesitated for a moment before answering, "Better, I think. Thank you for... everything last time."

You nodded, understandingly. "Of course. It's what I'm here for." You gestured toward the notebook on the table. "Shall we pick up where we left off?"

For the next hour, the two of you delved deeper into Wanda's past, her memories of Sokovia, her time with HYDRA, and her experiences with her brother, Pietro. With each word she spoke, you could feel her emotions swirling around you, and you did your best to guide her through them, offering comfort and support where you could.

As your session came to a close, Wanda seemed visibly lighter, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Y/N," she said softly, wiping away a stray tear. "I didn't realize how much I needed this."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of fulfillment wash over you. "Anytime, Wanda. Remember, I'm always here for you."

Before she left, Wanda surprises you by reaching out and giving you a tight hug. "Thank you," she repeated, her voice thick with emotion.

As you watched her leave your office, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to help someone in need, to make a difference in their life, even if it was just one session at a time. And as you glanced down at the Power Stone embedded in your chest, you couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was the true source of your ability to connect with others on such a deep level. But for now, all that mattered was that you were making a difference, one session at a time.

#ley speaks #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff fluff #ley writes #wanda x reader #wanda x you

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months

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Truth Serum

TW: Forced outing, drug use without consent

It was all over. The battle was won, and the town would soon stitch itself back together. Eddie and Steve somehow found themselves being questioned by the government goons together. Eddie had killed Vecna, and Steve knew that they would question his loyalty, considering he was no longer human. Steve wasn't about to let them do anything to him.

"Names?" The goon asked.

"Don't you have them already?" Eddie asked.

"Names?! I won't ask again," he replied.

"Fine. Eddie Munson," he told them.

"And you?"

"Steve Munson," Steve said and then he froze.

Eddie whipped his head at him, staring at him shock. Steve’s throat went dry, and he grabbed the glass of water on the table. He drained it.

"Hmm, I have something different. Are you brothers?" He asked.

"No, no, no! I do not want to be brothers with him," Steve said quickly.

"Why not?" The goon asked.

"Because I'm attracted to him sexually," Steve said and slapped a hand to his mouth. "Why did I say that?"

Eddie looked at him in shock, his expression a mixture of surprise and a little bit of hope.

"Mr. Harrington, what's your sexual orientation?" The goon asked.

"Bisexual," Steve said quickly. "Wait? I didn't want to tell you that!"

"Dude! The water," Eddie asked and stood up. "What the fuck did you put in the water?!"

"Just a little truth serum," he said.

"So, not only did you drug us without our consent, but you also outed Steve," Eddie said. "Fuck you. I'm getting Hopper."

"Mr. Munson, please, sit down," the man said, gripping his arm.

Eddie hissed and pulled his arm out of his grip. He popped his head out of the room.

"HOPPER!" Eddie shrieked. "THESE MOTHERFUCKERS - "

He didn't have to holler for long. Hopper had already been on his way to them. He looked really pissed now, though.

"Did I say you could question them without me?" Hopper asked and turned to Steve. "What did they do?"

"Don't -," Eddie started.

"They drugged me with truth serum, had me talk about my sexual feelings for Eddie, and then made me reveal that I'm bisexual!" Steve said quickly and slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Fuck," Eddie cursed.

"We needed to see if Mr. Munson would be affected by the truth serum," the goon said. "He was supposed to drink the water too."

Hopper laughed, but not the kind that one would associate with something funny. No, it was the kind of dark laughter that meant Hopper was about to fuck shit up. He raised his arm and, with one quick slug, knocked the goon out. He slumped to the floor.

"Don't fuck with any of my kids," Hopper spat.

"Dude's unconscious, I don't think he can hear you, man," Eddie said.

"Steve, are you okay?" Hopper asked softly, ignoring Eddie.

"Yes and no," Steve said with a snort, his eyes filled with unshed tears.

"I want you to know that I don't have a problem with who you are. In fact, I think who you are is pretty damn great, kid. Although your taste in men is questionable, it could be worse," Hopper said dryly.

Steve laughed and let Hopper pull him into a hug. Eddie let them have their moment, and when they broke apart, he glared at Hopper.

"I'll have you know that I think his taste in men is fantastic," Eddie grinned. "It's as fantastic as my taste in men."

Eddie smiled gently, giving Steve a knowing look.

"Really?" Steve asked hopefully.

"Really."

"You know, you could have easily taken that guy out," Hopper said.

"Shit. I keep forgetting about my super strength," Eddie frowned.

The door opened again, and Dr. Owens popped his head in. He sighed at the man on the floor.

"What happened?" Dr. Owens asked.

"What happened is that your guy force fed my kid truth serum," Hopper scowled.

"Damn. I'm sorry, Mr. Harrington, about all of this. It should wear off in the next 24 hours. In the meantime, you're welcome to go home," he said. "Your car is out front."

"I'll take him home," Eddie volunteered.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea. We still need to run - "

"He said that he'll take him home," Hopper glowered.

"Right."

Once Hopper made sure they made it through the gaggle of kids waiting for them in the lobby, Steve drove them away in his car. He sighed in relief when they made it through his front door.

"You know, there's something I know we could do without talking," Eddie wiggled his eyebrows.

Steve closed the front door and pressed Eddie up against it. He kissed him, and Eddie smiled against his lips.

"Quite eager there, aren't you. . .Mr. Munson?"

"Seriously. . . Shut up."

"Make me."

"Honestly, if those assholes are the reason why this is happening now. I'm glad it happened," Steve said. "The amount of time we spent together was short, but I think I really can see a future with you, Eddie Munson."

Eddie Munson was speechless and hid behind his hair.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #steddie ficlet

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r0ttkins · 1 year

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zosopp hcs?

Those? Always:

Zoro is Usopp's personal sit when he works outside or anywhere on the floor. Zoro might be in the mood or not for it, Usopp always gonna sit on his sleeping ass.

Usopp pitches his ideas to Zoro to move his slow head and to train himself to make those more understandable and clear for anyone who would want to make a project with him, since Franky already know perfectly how to decode that rumble and Zoro is as slow thinker as me. Perfect material to practice speeches too.

Drinkin buddies, through years of drinking Usopp became a strong warrior of alcohol, blame the moss head.

Since Usopp can be quite -ekhem- emotional.... and jealous... It is good for Zoro to focus while battle, where is many opponents cuz Usopp shots down 80% of guys who really think have chances with Zoro in a fight. Keeping that eye all the time on him.

Usopp tried... So many times... To make a glass eye for Zoro... But fucker don't want to wear them and Usopp just want him to don't have a shallow eye socket "u can have closed eye, just wear it!"

Zoro knows that Usopp made his Vivre Card... You know why? Cuz he made a moving keychain to Zoro's Wado with his own Vivre Card as well.

When Usopp need to proof his point to people who take him as weak he just grabs Zoro and make him agree to his words.

Usopp tried once to teach Zoro shooting... He has now a ban to do so. But tho Usopp learned from Zoro basic sword wilding, he's not a fan of it, but at least he can use that tiny skill to protect when he won't have anything else on hand than those.

Usopp always try to drill Zoro to open up and so, to even say something about his day. They are on the lvl where he can say about last Friday grill that it was fine BUT IT'S STILL SOMETHING!

Zoro is more of a listener and is always impressed that Usopp can always come with something new in his catalogue, and he kinda feels sometimes that he predicts future events, but he don't want to say anything to not scare him or make him stop telling those. He only sometimes tell him to soften up a bit or to ask for a happy ending cuz "you scare Chopper", afraid that if there won't be a happy ending in the story, there will be none for them as well.

Usopp goes on shopping with Nami to be sure that she won't buy Zoro anything that will only clown him as she somehow does with casual clothing for Sanji, but well it is his deal... But coming back, Zoro mostly don't trust Usopp with fashion cuz he don't get Usopp's, but it doesn't mean that Usopp don't understand Zoro's needs in his clothing.

#one piece #god usopp #usopp #roronoa zoro #zoro x usopp #zosopp #one piece headcanons #header is mine

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olsenmyolsen · 4 months

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Pressed Against The Glass / Making New Friends

Part 41 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: 11.2K

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⚠️ Spoilers for Multiverse of Madness ⚠️

🚨 SMUT WARNING 🚨

May 4th, 2022

Liz POV

"I still don't know why I need to be blindfolded for this," I say, only to earn a huff from my ever-loving girlfriend.

"Because Liz, for the last time, it's a surprise!" Even though I can't see her, I know she's smiling, which makes me smile. "You said that last time." I chuckle, making her huff again. "I told you we could've stayed with Ash and Louis or rented a hotel room near the premiere tomorrow!"

Y/N softly squeezes my hand. "And I told you that I didn't want to do that because I took care of the accommodations! Plus, since you sold your place here. In New York, and I don't have one anymore, I'd be nice if you just let me splurge on you occasionally, Liz." She lifts my hand and places a kiss on my ring finger.

And don't freak out! There's no ring on it.

"I know," I respond with a calm voice. "I appreciate this." I squeeze her hand again. "But..." I start. "Yes?" Y/N asks. "Tell me again why I need to be blindfolded." Before Y/N can answer or ignore me, the black SUV comes to a stop. "Oh, thank God." I hear Y/N mummer under her breath. "Hey!" I respond.

"Don't lift that blindfold yet, Olsen!" I can feel Y/N pointing at me with a stern look before I hear her unbuckle her seat belt. I imagine her face trying to look as serious as possible, making me giggle. I give a fake salute and wait for Y/N to retrieve me once I hear her door close. Followed by the trunk and her thanking the driver.

"Okay!" Y/N says as she opens my door. "Unbuckle yourself and then gently lift the blindfold off. I don't want your eyes to get strained immediately." I do as she says and reach for her hand before I open my eyes. "You can look." She says once my two feet land on the ground.

I yank the blindfold off my head and surprisingly don't get blinded by the sun, thanks to Y/N holding her hands out above me. But I'm too focused on the size and elegance of the hotel to even make note of where we are staying. Regardless, it's too much. "Y/N!" I instantly turn around to scold her, but she's correctly assumed how I would react because she's already several feet ahead of me, waiting by the doorman with a smile. "Come on, Liz!" She says in a singsong manner.

I open my mouth to argue, but multiple bellhops pass by me with our luggage.

I've lost this battle.

Y/N notices, and her smile grows wider. "You know you love me!" She whispers to me once we walk inside the hotel hand in hand. "You're lucky I do," I whisper back, earning a chuckle from my girlfriend.

We get checked in, and Y/N doesn't let me look at the total cost of everything. I'm like 99% sure she and the woman behind the counter were speaking in code. But after giving a courtesy picture, Y/N and I have made it to our gigantic suite. Bags and suitcases lay open on our bed. Drawers open and hangers ready.

"You really didn't have to do this." I reaffirm to my loving partner. She looks up from her shirts and smiles. "I know." She says back before closing one of her bags and moving it to rest on the floor across the room. "Remind me why we packed so much for three to four days max?" She asks as she returns to open my next suitcase.

"Because you and I are a hectic couple." I send an air kiss Y/N's way, and thankfully, she looks up just in time to catch it. "Damn me and my contractual obligations," Y/N whispers, making me laugh. "Besides." I start as I move the lot of our dresses and designer brand wardrobe that shouldn't be creased. "You're gonna look so hot at the premiere tomorrow night." I wrap my arms around her and do my best to place my chin on her shoulder.

Why is she still wearing her shoes?

"And you are going to be the biggest star. Come Friday night, everyone will know the track list to your album, and Saturday radio shows don't just happen!" I hid my teasing smile as I kissed her clothed shoulder. "Oh, they don't?" She smirks at me as she turns to cup my chin. "You're a dream." She whispers just before her lips touch mine. "Only for you," I whisper back.

"And let's not forget the lunches with the twins and Scarlett. Oh, and SNL!" I add on.

Y/N holds me close as she kisses the top of my head. "No, you have SNL! I'm just there to support your one scene with Benedict!" I roll my eyes. "And I could never forget about Scarlett," Y/N says, burning my ears. "And the twins!" I make sure to emphasize, yet all I get back is. "Hmm mmh Scarlett..."

"Okay," I reply as I remove Y/N's hands from me to return to my suitcase. "Babe-" "Nope." I cut her off. "You did this to yourself."

Just for the record, I'm not actually mad.

But does finding out your girlfriend has a Natasha Romanoff Lock Screen and this would be your camera roll if you dated Natasha Romanoff picture on her Home Screen kind of rub you the wrong way?

Maybe. Who's to say?

Y/N POV

I send a smile Liz's way and only earn a flat smile and a raise of the eyebrows.

Yep, she's still upset about the Lock Screen. A more intelligent version of me definitely would've changed it by now.

Liz POV

"Tell you what," Y/N speaks up after a long three minutes of silence. I look up at her and already feel myself warming back up when I see her puppy dog eyes and kissable face. "Why don't I take these." She holds up our toiletries bag. "Into our gorgeous, spacious marbly bathroom. Drop some calming oils and a bath bomb if you're feeling it into a hot waiting bubble bath. Would that make even..." Y/N moves around the bed and starts walking towards me. "The tiniest amount of difference..." She sits on the bed in front of me and pouts. "To make you love me again!"

I keep a glare on her, but the longer I look, the easier it becomes to crack.

And I do.

My jaw unclenches as I laugh with a huge smile on my face. "And I thought I was the award-winning actress!" I smirk as I see the glow on Y/N's face. "Oh, Olsen!" She laughs as her lips steal a kiss from mine. "You have no idea." She throws her arms around as she speaks and exaggerates. "I'd run the gauntlet. Emmys. Oscars. Tony's! You name it!"

"Would you now!?" I faux excitement as I close my last suitcase and place it into the corner of the room. Away from us. "Duh." She replies like a kid. I playfully roll my eyes as I pick up my last bag. My night bag. I begin to unzip it before Y/N stops me. "So, is that a yes?" She asks with her fingers on my left hand. I nod before leaning in. "Just kiss me." She does and tries her best to keep a moan inside, but I hear it slip out.

When our lips separate, she blushes and quickly sneaks to the bathroom. "Don't unpack. I'll do the rest while you relax."

I agree to her words, and as I wait, I find myself drawn to the ginormous window taking up the length of the entire room.

With the curtains drawn back from here, you can see the world move.

I place my hand on the warm glass from the late afternoon sun and do my best to look down but back away, scared. I swallow and take a breath as I make myself look up at the sky. The orange and pink colors rolling over themselves to change. The beauty and simplicity of it all.

I lose track of how long I've been looking out, only to jump and scream when a hand lands on my shoulder. Earning a scream back. "Hey!" My girlfriend turns me around to face her. "It's just me! It's just me. I didn't mean to scare you! I'm sorry!" She pulls me into a quick hug and kisses my forehead as I regulate my breathing. "It's okay," I respond. "I just didn't hear you."

Y/N pulls away from the hug and moves her hands down to my hips. "You okay?" She starts squeezing my side. The movement of her rolling thumbs makes me weak. "I am." I turn my head to the side and look out to the sky. "It's just very pretty tonight."

"I think it's beautiful every night." I laugh and turn my head back to face Y/N, who, of course, never looked out the window. "Cheesy," I say before kissing her. "Is it ready?" Y/N nods and begins to lead me to the bathroom before I speed past them. "Can I not take you there? Make sure the water is perfect?" I shake my head. "No, I think I can do that all on my own."

Y/N bites her lip. "Are you sure?" I turn on the innocence and scrunch my nose. "I think I can manage... why did you maybe think you were gonna.. Y/N Y/L/N!! You didn't possibly think you were going to help me get undressed, did you?!" I make a shocked face and practically moan with surprise. "What a bad girl." I bite my bottom lip and lift an eyebrow at Y/N, which only makes her groan and lean down to kiss me, but I back away just in time. "I think some unpacking needs to be done." And just as I'm about to close the door on my girlfriend's shocked face, I smile at her. "Thank you for this baby. Really."

I watch her face change and blush. "You're welcome, my love." She smiles at me and starts to lean in for one last kiss, but I pull back and bite my lips again before saying. "Change your wallpaper."

Y/N POV

With that, the sliding door closes in front of me. I'm left shocked and proud at how Liz just got me.

"I love you too!" I call out to the closed bathroom as I turn around to feel the tips of my ears burning. "The water is perfect! Thank you!" I hear Liz call out, making me smile.

I look out the window and watch as the night rolls into the sky. There is something about a city like this once it's dark. It's like the flip gets switched off, and people can be freer. I bite my lip in thought before turning my body to the task at hand. Unpacking.

I shed my hoodie and be sure to place it into one of Liz's drawers so it smells like her. Thanks to my shower and act of hair washing, my hoodie is starting to smell like me, and we simply can't have that.

I turn back and unzip the last of Liz's bag to find some extra underwear and whatnot before feeling something hard under the surface layer. I stop briefly in fear. Slowly, I move my hand onto the object again. She didn't bag vegetables, did she? Maybe her kitchenwear again?

It's not until I reach the base of the object that I realize what my fingers have been touching. I quickly look up to the bathroom door and then back down. I carefully move everything else out of the way before revealing the stowaway.

My girlfriend's red 6.5" dildo with the strapon attachments sitting at the bottom of the case.

"How did TSA not pull her off to the side?" I whisper to myself as I hold the dildo in my hand. "When did she get you?" I question the fake cock as I looked down and grabbed that harness.

"Now what?" I ask nobody after standing there staring at the toy. And the longer I look, the more the fire grows inside of me to have my girlfriend on all fours for me. "Okay," I whisper and let the toy rest on the bed as I speed-run unpacking the rest of our combined things.

I didn't even bother to unpack the little vibrating toy that I had stowed away that I know Lizzie knows I brought.

Listen, sometimes your girlfriend's job can take up a lot of time, and she knows how hot she looks when she leaves to go promote movies, so a little relief never hurts anyone.

But now, what do I do? Where do I put it? Do I keep it out? Do I put it on? Do I wait for Liz? Do I tell her I found it?

I can feel myself becoming hotter as these questions knock around my head. But why am I so nervous?? I mean, she brought it for a reason.

I nod to myself and think it over before confirming my decision.

I stand up and slowly walk toward the giant mirror in our room. I stop and look myself over.

Then I smile.

I'm proud of how far I've come in the past two years. Proud of my body and the fact that I know how fucking hot I look.

So, with a smirk, I move my hands down from my hips around to the backside of my pants. Looking at myself in the mirror. I turn slightly, bend forward, and begin pulling my grey, comfy joggers off. Biting my bottom lip when I see my black lace underwear appear, knowing how much Liz loves it.

Truth be told, I forgot I put this pair on this morning.

The pair of joggers hits the floor, and I bring my hands up from the bottom of my ass. Holding onto my skin until I reach a high enough point where it slips out of my hands, causing my ass to jiggle as it reforms to a fuckable backside for Liz. I bite my tongue and turn ever so slightly again as I look at myself standing in my underwear and Liz's white Circle of Life t-shirt.

You know, the one she wears everywhere?

I move my hands to the front side. Letting my fingers glide over the bumps in the lace on the hips of my panties before they find the bottom of the shirt. I look down and begin pulling up the shirt. Gripping tightly onto the hem as it rises up my body. My fingernails dragging against my skin. The cool air making contact, sending a wave of goosebumps up my body. My hands make contact with my nipples as they become stiff.

I throw the shirt off my body and take a step out of the joggers at my feet, bending over to look at my face in the mirror.

I look beautiful. I smile and tilt my head before standing up and looking down. I push my hands into my boobs and begin roughly pulling and kneading my skin. Sending jolts of pain and pleasure to my pussy.

I can feel the lace that sits below my slit becoming wetter. I throw my head back quietly, moaning when I bring one of my hands down to touch myself. My middle finger runs over the damp spot before slowly bringing the tip of my finger up and to my clothed clit. I continue to move my finger up and down. The friction from my underwear makes it feel oh so fucking good.

I struggle to quiet another moan as my finger moves in a circular motion. I hold my mouth open and let out a shaky breath. "Fuck." I whisper as I bring my head back down to look at myself.

I can see the shine in my own eyes as my finger doesn't stop. I smirk as I move my one hand from my left nipple to my throat.

"Fuck Liz. I'm such a fucking slut. I'm such a slut for you." I cry out.

If I keep going, I won't stop, but I have to.

I let out another moan that rips through my throat as I stand up on my tippy toes before stumbling forward. Luckily, I grab onto the nearby desk.

As I catch myself and my breath, I look in the mirror and smile at the barely visible sweat on my forehead. My hair thrown into my face a bit.

The red hue on my cheeks.

As I'm now bent over with a hand on the desk, I return my right hand back to my clothed clit before bringing it back up to slip inside my panties. "Oh shit.." I cry out as I let my fingers flow through my hairs and down to my wet, soaked cunt.

My middle and ring finger sliding over my hole before bringing the tips up and inside. "Ahh!" My hand turns into a fist on the desk as my own teasing brings me closer and closer to the end goal. I pull my wet fingers out and back in before I run them up my clit once again before freezing.

The sliding bathroom door hits the end of the frame.

"Y/N?" Liz questions as I have my back to her.

But when I look in the mirror, I see her, and she sees me.

I catch my breath and smile as I don't pull my eyes away from the mirror, Liz. "Yes?"

A shocked Liz is wrapped in a towel. Just staring as she looks up my legs. To my panty-covered ass and then up my back muscles. In the mirror, I see her stop at my shoulder before he green eyes look at me in the mirror. "Is there something that you'd like to say?"

She's teasing me.

She caught me, and we both know it.

I shudder as I pull my fingers past my clit and out of my underwear. "I... I thought you would be longer." I then turn around to face my girlfriend. Who once again scans my body up and down with her eyes. I see the twinkle in them, and she does her best to hide the smirk on her face, but I see it. "I forgot something." Liz takes a step out of the bathroom door frame. "But now I can't remember what I forgot."

How convenient.

She smiles and bats her eyes. "Y/N?" Liz tilts her head as she moves her left hand to hold her towel up.

"Yes?" I ask when Liz's right hand comes down to my hand. The one that I was fucking myself with. "What brought this on?" Liz asks as she takes my hand up and towards her pretty pink lips.

"I want you to be honest."

Liz opens her mouth and rests my middle finger on her flat tongue before wrapping her soft lips around it, sucking it with a teasing smirk and a raised eyebrow. My mouth drops in pleasure. My finger slides deeper into her mouth with a moan as I find it hard for words to leave my own throat.

"I- uh- I f-found your toy." I stumble my way through with a flushed face as Liz pulls my finger out of her mouth, but not without a long lick of her tongue.

"My toy?" She asks with her green eyes staying on me.

I nod. "Your toy," I say, reacting to the cool air hitting my wet finger still in Liz's hand as I gesture with my head to the strapon lying on the bed. Liz turns her head and hides a smile before turning back to me. "You like it?" I nod. "Good girl." She says before allowing her left hand to let go of the white towel.

Liz brings my hand to her right breast and squeezes. "Kiss me." She whispers into the air that separates us, and within a second, my lips crash into hers. I let her tongue meet mine in the middle and moan into her mouth when her hand reaches the center of my legs.

"Keep making those pretty noises for me. I got you." Liz speaks into my lips as I yelp when her hand yanks off my black lace underwear.

"I'll buy you a new pair."

What remains falls to the floor. "Thank you." I nod and kiss Liz again before she cranes her neck. "No marks. I mean it." She sternly warns me as her hands land on my hips, pulling me closer to her. "Now come here." She bites a smile as we end up crashing onto the bed. Our bodies colliding with no intention of ever letting the other go.

The warmth builds, as does the sweat, and I can't find a better place for my hands to be than one in her hair and the other spreading open her legs to feel her wet pussy.

A moan ripples through Liz. The soft mattress and expensive comforter makes my body react as I roughly kiss my girlfriend's body again and again.

Going as far as to even bite her upper chest, earning a groan of pleasure. "Fuck, baby!" Liz yells out.

I smile and rejoice at the sounds coming from Liz's beautiful mouth, focusing on her boobs and doing my best not to mark them.

Meanwhile, my right knee pushes Liz's left thigh away. With a smile, I move my middle and ring finger down and in-between Liz's lips. Gathering up her wetness until I reach the source and softly slip my fingers inside without much struggle. "Oh, my Fu-fuck!" Liz lifts her head before crashing it back down.

"Don't stop, baby." Those three words drip from Liz like honey.

"I won't, sweetheart," I speak into Liz's ear as I bring myself back up her body. Liz nods with her eyes closed as I focus on her neck. Kissing the most intimate of spots as I pick up the pace to finger fuck my girlfriend's pussy. She's taking my fingers so well and coating them like it's our first fuck in months.

But we both know that's not true.

Liz exclaims as she breathes out another moan. Her hand running up my bare back to my hair. She bunches a fist in it as our bodies stick to one another. Every time I pump in and out of her, she moans into my ear.

"Oh god."

She grips my hair and makes my head pull back. It hurts, but it causes me to flinch in pleasure as my wet clit brushes past her knee.

"Y/N! Baby!" Liz moans. "Yeah?" I kiss her again and wait as my fingers feel Liz tighten around me. "I'm clo-close! Keep going, baby!" I nod and lazily plant kisses across the top half of her body as I move my hips in a circular motion on Liz's leg as my fingers keep their pace inside her beautiful pink pussy.

Liz gasps as I feel her tighten around my fingers. She's losing control over her body as her breath becomes more ragged, and her thighs start to move inward to close around my hand. "Y/N... F-fuck."

Her tangling body underneath mine makes me grow wetter for her. Her thighs finally close around my hand, making me smile as she gets pushed over the edge.

She whimpers and does her best to push my arm away, but I keep my fingers curled up inside of her.

"Not yet, sweetheart." I breathe out as I keep riding her leg. "You got to cum now; you can watch me," I say with a teasing smile as I do let my finger slip out from her, but all I do is bring them to her sensitive clit. Liz moans and whimpers, making me feral.

"Keep making those noises, baby."

It's not that much longer I find myself collapsing on top of her. The two of us covered in sweat and each other.

"You always amaze me." Liz turns her head and says to me, after several restful minutes. "I'm pretty sure that's you," I reply as my eyes look from her own green ones and down the marks I left on her body.

Oops.

Liz laughs as she looks at the ceiling. "What?" I ask. "I think we got a little carried away and forgot something."

We both know what she's talking about.

"Did we?" I ask as I rest my head on my hand. "Or did you think this was just a one-round kinda night?"

Liz turns her body more to face me. "Oh baby, I never thought we would stop at one." I bite my lip to hide my smile. "Don't hide now, pretty girl." Liz pulls my lip from my teeth and cups my chin. "You were showing yourself off earlier, so don't hide now. Understand?"

Liz gently guides my chin up and down until I nod along. "Yes, Li- Yes, Mommy." Liz smiles with a sparkle in her eye. "I taught you well, haven't I?"

I nod again. "Come here." She whispers to me as she pulls my chin closer to her lips. "Kiss me." She gently requests.

The kiss is full of passion as we melt into one another.

God, I love her.

Liz removes her hand from my chin and brings it to my arm until I feel her hand move up and under my hair around the back of my neck. She gives a squeeze. "Baby..." I stop kissing her as and wait for her to continue. "Yes?"

With a smirk, she requests for me to get up and off of her. I oblige and sit up on the bed on my knees. Liz leans forward and kisses me before getting up. She gives her butt a little shake in front of me before grabbing the strap and walking towards the bathroom.

"Y/N?" She turns to face me, but my eyes never left her body. "Don't you think the city looks beautiful at night?"

Before I can answer, she slips into the bathroom, locking the door. I turn from the closed door to the giant windows now showcasing the black night sky.

She wants me to get up and look, right?

I make the decision and place my butt on the soft bed before moving to the edge. My clit brushes against the comforter of the bed, causing me to jolt in pleasure.

As my feet touch the cool floor, I feel a wave of wash over my warm body, making me smile.

The closer I get to the window, the more the glass disappears until, eventually, it feels like it is just me in the sky, looking at the glowing lights and distant stars. Until... I hear the bathroom door open.

My body aches as I turn and look at the gorgeous sight before me. "Fuck.."

Liz bites her lip and scrunches her nose at me as her hands fall from her shoulders to her boobs. She gives them a light squeeze as my eyes travel further down her abdomen, landing on the captivating red 6.5" dildo strapon.

"You know..." Liz takes a step towards me, and I hold in a moan as I watch the faux cock jiggle. "If you keep your mouth open like that.. who knows what could happen.." I bring my eyes back up and see Liz's green eyes are significantly darker.

"But maybe you'd like that?" Liz questions as she places her right hand on my hip. Cupping my chin with her left. "I mean, look at you." I try to, but she keeps my head in place. "Already wet again for me."

Liz's eyes pool to the center of my legs. And she's right. I feel it. I want- need her so bad.

"You want Mommy?" I quietly nod. "You can speak up; its okay." She coos as she pats my cheek.

"Yes, Mommy. I do."

Liz smiles and pinches my hip. She loves being in control, especially like this.

"Turn around for me, baby." She moves her hands across my body and up my back as I easily do what she says and turn my body towards the window. "Scoot up a bit. Get closer." Liz rubs her hands up and down before settling on my ass as she helps me. "Place your hands flat on the glass, baby."

It now dawns on me that I'm completely naked, standing in front of the window about to be fucked in before the whole city of New York.

I'm only broken out of my thoughts when Liz's hand makes contact with my ass.

I jump in surprise as the stinging settles and the skin turns red.

"I asked you a question."

"I'm sorry.." I turn my head to the side to try and look back at my girlfriend. "What did you ask me?" Liz moves her hands to my hips and brings her body closer. The tip of the dildo rubbing up against my pink folds. "I asked if you like the view?" I turn my head and look out once again. "I do."

"Good." She says with lust in her eyes as she moves them from the back of my head down my body. "Me too." She moves closer, forcing the tip to bump against my entrance. "Mommy loves you, and you're gonna take her so well, aren't you?"

I nod and do my best to look back at Liz, but I fail when she slides the red cock into me. Ripping a moan from my throat as I her thighs hit my own.

"Fuck you were wetter than I thought." I don't answer as I stand there with a shaky breath.

After a minute, to get used to the size, my hands spread themselves on the glass of the window. "Oh- fuck, Mommy!" The words fall from my mouth that hangs open. Liz reacts by moving in and out at a slow pace.

I squeeze my eyes shut and let the pleasure of Liz fucking me take over.

"So good." I manage to say, causing Liz to hum back as she squeezes my hips. "You feel so good, Y/N." Liz pumps in and out of me faster now as she feels the pleasure herself.

"You're taking me so well, sweetheart!" She joys at the sight of my lips, taking her fully. I moan. "Yes! Liz-!"

Liz increases her pace as her hands roughly grip my hips. Her trimmed nails leaving crescent moons on my body. The pain feeling good. The markings of my girlfriend look good, too.

I hear her praises and feel her push my body up against the cold glass, creating another wave of pleasure flush throughout my body. My nipples are hard against the glass. "Keep making those noises, pretty girl!" Liz whispers as she leans closer and closer into me. Pushing the cock further in. "You're doing so good!"

I can feel the tightening in my stomach. "I'm gonna- fuck- I'm gonna-"

"Shh shh, not yet baby!" Liz wraps her arm around my chest to pull me closer. "Not yet, baby. I want you to cum with me." I shut my eyes tighter and do my best to hold on slightly longer, but it's a losing battle.

"Please, Mommy! Please!" I whine, forcing Liz to move her arm from around my chest to have her hand on my throat. "Just a bit more!" She breaths near my ear and squeezes my neck.

Another moan leaves my lips as it gets harder to breathe.

But Liz doesn't slow down her assault on my pussy with her cock. She goes faster and faster as her grunts and moans become more animalistic. Her kisses on my neck and back became sloppy. "Ah fuck! I want you to cum for me!" She cries out as my body gets sandwiched between her and the glass.

We both don't waste any more time as our overwhelming orgasms ripple through each of us.

Liz falls onto me as I hold myself up against the glass. Smudges and smears can be seen clearly. "I love you," Liz whispers as her lips touch my ear.

"I love you too," I say after catching my breath.

We gleam and glistle as the sweat rests on our skin. Our bodies ache, and it takes a while before we eventually remove the strapon and hardness from Liz and collapse onto the bed.

We lay naked and uncovered on the white sheets, just holding one another, whispering sweet nothings.

It's not long before I suggest that we should shower together.

But when I pull my eyes away from my markings on the window, I find Liz fast asleep.

For the first time in a long time. I wake up before Liz.

I blink my eyes open and do my best to move as the soreness flows through my body. I know it's going to suck later, but for right now, looking at my peaceful sleeping girlfriend is making me melt.

She's ethereal at all times, especially with this glow surrounding her.

I bite my lip and smile as I lean forward and gently plant a kiss on the forehead. My eyes move from her face to her exposed arms, and I make a face of the finest amount of regret when I see the hickies and spots of red leaving her neck.

I turn away and grab the hotel room iPad off the dock to order room service.

This will help later.

As I skim through the hundreds of options for food, I get hit with a memory of the morning after our first night together.

"Time for breakfast!" I go to help Liz, but she intercepts me and softly pushes me onto the bed, stopping me. I laugh at how cute she is being. "Oh no, you don't! I'm making breakfast for you! Waffles or pancakes? There's only one correct choice, Y/N!"

"Okay, Liz." She watches me with glee as I get myself comfortable in what I assume is her bed. I make a thinking face just for Liz, even though I know the answer. "Waffles." I confidently state.

Liz gives a big ole smile. "Correct, you are! I was worried I would have to kick you to the curb!" Liz begins getting off the bed, heading towards the door.

"I don't know, Liz. We had a good time last night, so I don't think you're getting rid of me anytime soon."

I look from the iPad to Liz, and my cheeks are going to start hurting soon if I don't stop smiling.

But I can't help it.

Despite multiple people, including Liz and myself... we're still together. Our love for one another grows more every day. And I know that whatever happens in the future, we'll be ready for it!

I hum and think as I look out the giant windows past the curtains and the smudges. It's the morning of daylight. The golden orange sun is doing its best to peek out from behind the fresh clouds.

I don't know how it exactly happened, but one second, I was finishing up the order for breakfast.

And the next...

I had my back to Liz, and I was on my phone going from one website to another.

Not satisfied with the options in front of me. With a huff, I open my maps app and start typing: ring shops ne-

"Babe?"

I lock my phone and slip it under my pillow before turning over with a smile. A genuine smile as I roll myself closer to Liz. And no matter what she thinks about her morning breath, I kiss her.

I kiss her with the softness and passion that we share. I smile and whisper an I love you before she pulls me in again.

She whispers an I love you back before the next thing I know, she's fallen asleep once again. _

Breakfast and our shower feels like forever ago as I look away from glaring eyes.

Safe to say, Liz's makeup artist was not happy with me. In addition to that, I couldn't bring myself to look Clayton in the eyes once he arrived for Liz's hair. We briefly talked about my music and his career. The party at Kathyrn's house and about how he was in the city for another actress, so this was much to the benefit of Liz.

And I don't know how it happened, but Clay somehow got me roped into going to lunch with him once we get back to LA.

I think I just nodded along to whatever he wanted, as he knew what Liz's sex hair looked like.

Anyways...

Hours later, Liz and I are in the back of a black SUV on the way to the NY Premiere of Multiverse of Madness.

It's my second premiere, so I'm not as nervous as before, but that doesn't stop my mind from wandering as the car rolls to a stop.

"Can you give us a minute?" I hear Liz's voice kindly ask the driver, who steps out and waits outside the vehicle. "What are you doing?" I ask as she takes my hand in hers. "Making sure my girlfriend is alright."

Liz smiles at me. "Is she?"

I nod. "She is. Better now, too." Liz blows a kiss at me, knowing we'd both be crucified if our lipstick got smudged all over each other.

"Anything on your mind?" Liz asks me, and it's nothing pressing or super serious. "I think my nerves are just starting to bubble to the surface."

"Because of the premiere?" I shake my head. "Because of what comes after." Liz nods her head, understanding.

"I have the live stream for the tracklist tomorrow night at the studio. The radio show the next day—podcast in the afternoon. We have dinner with the twins. Then next week is the last cuts for the album." Liz places her hands on my cheeks and rubs her thumb up and down. "Plus, I still have not heard back from the studio about the title."

"I'm proud of you."

Just like that, the world's weight is being lifted off my shoulders.

And I don't mean to have these two words come out of my mouth, but they do. "You are?"

I ask as I clear my throat.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I am baby." Her eyes shine to me. "You've come so far, and I'll never stop telling you. It's going to be stressful the next few weeks, and then the album is going to come out. And then your life will really change! But never forget how proud I am of you." She looks at me. "And if you need me, tell me."

I didn't know I needed to hear this, but Liz knew I did.

"I will. I love you."

"I love you too. Just let me know when you're ready."

Liz puts her hand in mine as she sits next to me. I take a deep breath, think back to this morning, and smile, knowing that I must finish my Google Maps search.

Liz POV

"Okay," Y/N says as she squeezes my hand back. "Oh, by the way." I stop her as she gets ready to exit the SUV. "I think you look hot."

Y/N blushes. "Thanks, my girlfriend picked out my suit."

Y/N then leaves me no time to come up with a witty response as she steps out of the car to the roar of fans and media personnel. Cameras start flashing as I reach my hand out to Y/N's.

They love us.

An assistant is right there by our side as Y/N, and I walk hand in hand through the entranceway to the interior of the building.

"Okay. You both know how to do this. Y/N- sorry Hex, you and Lizzie will take photos together before Lizzie; you go to the next stop and get some by yourself for promo before you finish at interviews." Y/N and I nod our heads along. "Hex..." I still can't believe this is a thing. "Marvel wants Lizzie's interviews to be about Wanda and the picture." I tilt my head at this new piece of information. I see Y/N also glance my way out of the corner of her eye. "But feel free to join her. It's not personal. I think it's just cross-synergies the mouse doesn't want." They quietly say.

I see a sigh of relief leave Y/N. "Okay." She laughs.

"The internet loves you too! Have fun!" The assistant scurries off as other stars begin to show up. Rachel McAdams being one of them.

I rapidly turn my head away from her. I know I'll embarrass myself if I speak to her.

"Shall we?" Y/N looks at me with a smile.

"I hear the internet loves us!"

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@DailyLizzieOlsen Lizzie Olsen has showed up at New York Premiere for the Marvel film Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. Will share pics soon!

@WandaIsMommy omggggg she's here! Lizzie is here!!

@DarkChokeHold Hex is here with Lizzie as well. Hopefully we get more cute moments of her with the mininmoffs 🥰🥰

@unhappyknob Does anyone else think it's weird that we have to call Y/N Y/N, Hex?? Like what's the next?? Also Lizzie could do better. Go back to Robbie.

@MadMaxMoore @unhappyknob kindly d*e 😌 thank you.

@DarkChokeHold 💀Hex is now standing off to the side watching Lizzie conduct an interview like a puppy.

@theGenevaCuntvention actually crying rn because I'm in the same room as Lizzie again

Y/N POV

I watch Lizzie start conducting an interview in awe of her. God, I'm proud of her. Even after everything she went through while making this movie and after the fact. Our relationship. Robbie and me. Robbie ripping Hattie away from her.

I watch her stand tall and with a smile. She truly has a talent and personality I've never seen in someone else before.

I know the fans and media can see the heart eyes and goofy grin I'm wearing, but I don't care.

As she moves onto another person with a microphone, I look around and see cameras pointed in one direction.

Might as well join in on the fun, right?

I pull my phone out and hold it up before opening my camera.

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@DailyLizzieOlsen Lizzie Olsen photographed for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness.

@WandaIsMommy @DailyLizzieOlsen MOTHER!!!!

@MakeMeBark @DailyLizzieOlsen WOOF WOOF

@DarkChokeHold Hex is now taking pictures of Lizzie with a huge smile!!!

@happywandaplease LIZZIE LOOKS SO GOOD BUT DID ANYONE ELSE JUST SEE HEXS WALLAPAPER??!

@blueberryolsen @happywandaplease YES THEY SHOWED HER ON THE LIVESTREAM WHAT WAS THAT!!???

@kneelingforthewitch @happywandaplease gagging because it looked like a collage of Natasha Romanoff 💀💀 Lizzies own gf is a Natasha stan

@blueberryolsen @kneelingforthewitch @happywandaplease honestly iconic

@olsenmyolsen ummmm I found the wallpaper!!!

@gaysplattynatty @olsenmyolsen NATASHA NATION RISE OMG

@babyspiderromanoff @olsenmyolsen 🥰🥰 my wandanat heart 🥰🥰

@romanoffthereal @olsenmyolsen @yikesjtshex interesting 👀👀👀

Liz POV

After my second solo interview, I finally caught Y/N taking pictures of me. She looks absolutely adorable behind the camera.

Who knows, maybe in another life, music didn't work out, and instead, we fell in love while she was directing a show of mine.

"Those better be deleted!" I say as I make my to Y/N's waiting arms. She does nothing but laugh and claims she has no idea what I'm talking about.

I playfully roll my eyes at her lame joke before looking out to the rows of fans that have been standing here watching. I wave and smile at the faces of the fans, who light up.

Y/N joins me, and the assistant was right. The internet must love us because the noise gets louder, taking Y/N and myself by surprise. Y/N keeps her smile wide as she wraps an arm around my waist. Pulling my body closer to her.

In an effort to keep my thoughts pure, I look at the faces in the front row of fans and stop when I look at a familiar-looking girl.

@theGenevaCuntvention SHE JUST LOOKED AT ME!!!

"Y/N..." I start as we move down to the end of the entrance to the premiere. "Yes?" She turns to look at me as I keep my eyes on the freckle-faced redhead. "The girl in the front..." I point at her. (Yes, I know it isn't polite. 🙄) "...she looks familiar- Oh My God!" It clicks. "That's Geneva!"

Y/N throws her head from me to Geneva and back. "The Geneva from the airport!? The one you mentioned in People's Magazine?!" I nod to all her questions and smile wide. "Wow, she's already growing up. Kinda like the twins- Y/N?"

When I turn my head to talk to my girlfriend, she's gone. It isn't until I look towards the fans that I see security chasing after Y/N as she is hugging a crying Geneva.

@DarkChokeHold omg Lizzie just pointed to a fan and Hex turned and waved before squinting and running over to them!

@DarkChokeHold I don't think she was allowed to do that because security quickly ran to catch up to Hex.

@theGenevaCuntvention HEX JUST THANKED ME!!??? HUGGED ME AND TOLD ME I LOOKED BEAUTIFUL!!!

@theGenevaCuntvention NEVER FORGETTING THIS MOMENT AND OMG I FORGOT TO TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE 😩😫😫

I watch the interaction with pride.

This is how I know Y/N will be excellent on the stage.

I take a few steps forward to meet Y/N halfway as security directs her back to me. Y/N has no regrets. I smile and go to pass Y/N to make my way to Geneva.

A 14-year-old girl at the time I met her. A teen who helped me figure out... well, me.

"Sorry, Ms. Olsen, we can't have you do that." A security guard stops me before I can get close enough. "Can I at least say something?" I argue, but they stand in front of me. "I'm sorry. It's a precaution." Another guard states.

I nod, knowing they're right and that they work hard to protect us. "Okay. Sorry." I mumble as Y/N takes a hold of my hand.

"Sorry, you probably could've if I didn't do what I did." I just shake my head. "They wouldn't let me." Y/N makes an un-agreeable hum as we get directed inside the premiere, with our awaiting peers.

I take one last look behind me and see Geneva turn around to speak to an older man I recognize as her father.

@theGenevaCuntvention Nooooo it looked like Lizzie wanted to come over but was escorted away

@witcheswhores anyone else watching the livestream and see Hex run past the camera???

@multiversemother @witcheswhores yeah what was that?

@lizziesfutureex @witcheswhores yep

@scrunchnoselizzie @witcheswhores I saw it too!

@WandasVersion @witcheswhores according to @DarkChokeHold, Maria, a fan at the premiere live tweeting it. Lizzie saw a fan she recognized from something last year and Hex ran over to say hi

@DarkChokeHold @WandasVersion @witcheswhores correct! The fan started crying. She must've made an impact to Lizzie in someway for her to be recognized months later!

Y/N POV

As Liz and the rest of the cast had to get prepared for the introduction of Multiverse of Madness. I snuck out and asked an assistant for a favor.

Turns out the idea of having a fan joining a premiere, especially on behalf of Elizabeth Olsen, is something Marvel couldn't say no to.

So, fifteen minutes later, I watched security pull Geneva and her father out from the crowd. Cameras and phones immediately noticed, and being recently trained in celebrity eduque by one Lizard Olsen, I smiled and waved before focusing my attention on the redheaded teen in a Wanda Maximoff 1989 Polaroid-style shirt.

Damn, could we adopt this kid?

Kidding! I'm kidding! This was a joke!

@DarkChokeHold update on the fan! Security came to the barrier and escorted them and their father into the premiere where Hex was waiting!!!

Anyways... "Hi!" I greet Geneva once again, who looks more nervous than before. "Hi!" She smiles at me. I look from the Geneva to the gentleman with her. "Hello, I'm William Fehay. Geneva's father." He sticks his hand out with a smile that I instantly recognize as the same smile on the teen's face.

"Hello, sir." I shake his hand. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N." He smirks and glances at his daughter. "Y/N, huh?"

"Dad-" You can tell whatever Mr. Fehay is about to embarrass his daughter. "According to this one." He points to Geneva. "We're supposed to call you Hex. That's all I hear about. Hex this. Hex that. About your album." You can tell he's just teasing his daughter and that there is so much truth behind his words as he speaks with a smile, and Geneva glares at him.

"Well, sir, no need to worry. Calling me Y/N is fine." I then turn to Geneva. "Sounds like I converted another Olsen fan, huh?" Geneva wears red on her cheeks as she nods. "Don't worry, you can still tell her how much you love her."

"I'm gonna m-meet her?" Geneva speaks up. I nod. "Well, it won't be the first time." I smile brightly at the teen, doing my best to let her know that she has nothing to worry about.

"Come on. You can quickly chat before the movie."

"Wait... we're actually gonna see the movie!?" Geneva states as her and her father follow me as I follow the security team to the correct area. "Yep. I thought it might be a cool way to thank you for giving Liz a push she didn't know she needed last year."

Geneva takes that in.

"So, she actually remembered me?" Her voice cracks a little.

"She did."

Liz POV

I walk off stage as the applause from the cast, crew, and members of the audience dies down.

This is going to be the second time in one week I'm actually staying for the premiere of my own movie. I did in LA for Y/N, and tonight it'll be for Geneva. No matter how much I hate watching myself on screen. Or that I think every Marvel movie will be a flop.

Anyways... just as I'm about to get to my seat, a security guard stops me. I look at him with concern for Y/N before he points to the back of the room, where I see her standing with Geneva and her father.

I thank the security guard and make my way over to the three with a smile.

I quickly wrap Y/N up in a hug and whisper: "thank you for doing this." Into her ear. She gives me a quick peck on the cheek as we exit the hug.

My eyes scan over the teen and her face of excitement before I look at her father. "Elizabeth Olsen." I extended my hand and watch as he looks at me with a smile. "William Fehay." He shakes my hand. "Being a single father of a teenage daughter, I know that I'm meeting royalty right now."

My smile breaks into a laugh because what a silly thing to say!

"I always tell her that she's the people's princess." I playfully roll my at my girlfriend, making William and Geneva laugh. "Well, you're wrong, but I appreciate it."

My focus then turns to Geneva. I can see the nervousness in her hands as she plays with a ring on her index finger.

"So, does this beat meeting me at an airport?" I say, hoping this relieves any stress she might be holding. And it looks like it does when her eyes meet mine. "It's way better. Thank you." I shake my head. "You don't have to thank me. I should be thanking you. I appreciate you showing up and supporting this movie." Geneva shyly smiles and nods.

"So I wish we could all sit together, but we have assigned seats near the front. Yours are here." I see William's eyes get bigger. "However, we can always meet you two after the movie," I say.

"You mean we get to stay?" William asks, making me smile back. It seems like he didn't quite believe Y/N. "Of course. You have a wonderful daughter, and I wanted to show my appreciation and gratitude." Geneva looks up to her father, who looks back down with a watery smile. "Thank you."

"It's no problem," I reply and move my focus away so it's easier for him to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye. I wonder if anyone's ever been this kind to them?

Y/N wraps her arm around me as the lights above flash, signaling that we must get to our seats. Within an instant, an assistant walks to Geneva and William. "Okay, I have you two.." She speaks to them. "Over here. If you'll follow me." William nods, but Geneva looks back to me. "Thank you again."

"Of course. We'll see you afterwards."

"Yeah, I need someone to talk to about this movie because if I tweet anything, I'll get snipped." I nudge Y/N in her side and playfully scold her. "Hahaha, alright, can't wait!" Geneva says with a bright smile.

"I can see why you remembered her," Y/N says once we find our seats. "Right. She's a sweet kid."

"Smart, too. She's a Wanda Stan." I side-eyed my girlfriend and smirked. "Nice to know someone in this room is."

Y/N nods before looking confused.

"What do you mean?"

I play innocent. "Nothing... just don't go on Twitter."

Yes, I saw the tweets.

"What do you mean?" Y/N says, reaching for her phone. "Oh shh, the movie is starting," I say to Y/N before turning back to face the screen.

As the lights dim, I see Y/N look at her phone blowing up with notifications.

"Oh shit." She whispers, producing a grin on my lips.

By the time the last credit scene played, Y/N had changed her wallpaper to one of the two of us. _

MarvelActorsNews Elizabeth Olsen and Partner Y/N Y/L/N seemed to have had Twitter eating out of the palm of their hand earlier today. Find out why! Link

EntertainmentCelebrity Looks like even The Scarlet Witch Star, Elizabeth Olsen, isn't even their girlfriends own favorite superhero! According to photos attached here: Link That title belongs to none other than in real life friend Scarlett Johansson's Natasha Romanoff.

MarvelMedia Aside from Y/N Y/L/N, Hex, having a Natasha Romanoff collage as their wallpaper it appears that she and Elizabeth Olsen made friends with a father and daughter duo that was there to see the stars.

We're not quite sure who they are, but according to multiple sources and a fan who was present, it looks like Elizabeth Olsen met the duo sometime last year.

Twitter

@olsenmyolsen guys... do you think Lizzie got mad?

@MadMaxMoore lmaoooooo

@romanoffthereal whatever 🙄🙄

Liz POV

After the Marvel social media team grabbed a few pictures of Y/N and myself with Geneva and her father, we were free to do whatever we wanted since Y/N and I were going to skip the after-party.

"Elizabeth!" I heard Geneva, with a cracked, hurt voice, call out to me as we got closer to her seat. "Is Wanda really gone??" She asks with a panicked look.

I open and close my mouth multiple times.

Even looking at Y/N for help. "I hope not," Y/N speaks up. "And I don't truly believe so. I mean, we saw that red burst of power at the end! Like that was her teleporting away or using however much of America's power that she took, right!?" Geneva enthusiastically nods. "That's what I thought!!" Geneva says as she sniffles and leans back into her seat.

I clear my throat. "So... aside from the ending, did you like the movie?"

Geneva and her father stand up. "I did! I enjoyed it a lot. Had a few nitpicks, but you weren't the problem at all!" I tilt my head as the four of us head out of the theater and into the hallway. "What nitpicks?" Y/N asks the question I was thinking.

Geneva looks from Y/N to me.

"Is the writer here?"

I know for a fact he isn't. I shake my head no. "Good." She quickly states, ending the conversation as William scolds her. But Y/N is quick to come to Geneva's defenses.

I then watch Y/N and Geneva gang up on William before continuing to talk about the MCU as a whole. Most of it going over my head.

"Is there any way I can repay you?" I turn my head to my left. "What do you mean?" I ask William as we continue walking to the lobby. "You and Y/N have been so kind and wonderful. There must be something I can do. You gave us a once-in-a-lifetime experience."

I hum in thought.

"Y/N?" She turns to me as Geneva, and her stop their conversation. "We don't have anything going on in the morning, do we?" Y/N thinks before shaking her head. "No. I just have a call with Bo to go over the title of the album before the livestream at midnight tomorrow." I nod as Geneva questions Y/N about the album title and tracks.

It turns out, like most of my fans, she's become a big fan of Hexs' music.

"How about brunch? You and Geneva pick a spot, and we'll join."

Williams' eyes widen, and I'm beginning to think maybe he didn't think I'd take him up on his offer. But I can see the panic disappear on his face. "That sounds wonderful!" I agree with him as we all stop at the exit doors with paparazzi and fans on the other side.

Y/N and Geneva are still in a severe conversation about Wanda's death.

"I know I asked you before, but why care about a teenage girl and her father?" William questions me. Rightfully so, I should add. It doesn't make much sense on paper. Sounds more like fan fiction.

But I do my best to give an honest answer. "Because you're kind. Like I said before, it's clear you've raised such a polite and humble person in Geneva. I think it's sweet and refreshing to see. Plus.. she helped me discover myself when I needed it most. And trust me, I know that sounds like a ridiculous thing to say, especially when she was only 14 at the time, but it's true."

William gets real quiet as she digests everything I just told him. "William?" I question when I see him blink a few tears away. "It's alright. Umm.."

He lets out a shaky breath.

"Geneva and I have just been through a lot, so to hear those words come from someone as honest as you. It means a whole hell of a lot."

"Of course," I respond.

When I look to my left, I see Y/N looking at me as if to say everything alright? I give her a subtle nod. She gives one back just as Geneva pulls her phone out.

I see her open Instagram. "Whatcha doing?" I call out, forcing her to turn to me with a guilty look. "Nothing." She says with red creeping onto her face.

I look to my girlfriend, who looks at Geneva.

"Okay, next time, try not to look so guilty," Y/N says, making Geneva sigh.

"Okay, fine. I was going to make an Instagram post about the movie. No spoilers!!! Of course!!" She says, not looking guilty this time, making me laugh.

"Oh, okay," I answer for Y/N and I. "Oh my gosh, wait! Could I take a picture of the four of us on my phone?"

The three of us adults all eventually agreed, but Y/N and I had to deeply stress to Geneva that she should not post that pic. It was for her and only her.

We also reminded her that she couldn't talk about the movie until tomorrow.

She understood and took the picture just as an assistant came and told us that our car was ready.

"So I guess this is it... thank you once again, Elizabeth, and to you, Y/N! You're both super sweet and nice, and I had so much fun-"

I cut the teen off before she spiraled and rambled herself to death. "Geneva, we're getting brunch together tomorrow morning."

"We are!?" She looks at her father, who shrugs with a smile. "Oh, okay! That's great!"

"Yeah, I have to hear all about your trip to Oregon!"

"You remembered?" I laugh. "Yes, of course-" I go to speak some more but off to see my publicist Marla talk to an assistant before she turns to look at me. Y/N notices and quickly covers for me.

"William, could I see your phone?" Y/N asks as I turn back to the group. He takes it out and hands Y/N his iPhone. I watch and laugh as she quickly makes a new contact: Y/N's # please do not share. "Here you go."

Even William chuckles. "Noted," He says.

"So we'll see you tomorrow?" Geneva and her father nod and say their goodbyes, but not before Geneva asks for a hug. One I'm happy to give. "For me personally, I hope Wanda isn't dead. But for you, I hope you're happy with her journey." Geneva whispers in my ear. I nod. "Trust me, after recording What If...? I'm happy with where I'll be as an actress, just the same."

"You're going to be in What If..?" Geneva questions with excitement, before rapidly realizing that this information hasn't been publicly posted.

"Okay bye!" I begin to wave, making Y/N quickly do the same. Once Geneva and her father leave through the lobby doors, Y/N turns to me. "Brunch, huh?"

"Her father wanted to do something, and I would've felt awful saying no." Y/N hums. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"I had a great time. What about you? Have enough here or crashing Twitter?" That makes Y/N roll her eyes and shake her head. "I can't believe that happened."

"Well, it's nice to see you learned your lesson."

Y/N kisses me as a way to shut me up, and our lips only separate when we hear the clacking of heels walking toward us.

It's Marla with her phone in her hand.

"I need you to take a look at this."

"What is it?" Y/N questions as I take the black brick from Marla's hands.

Marla opens her mouth, but the words come out of mine. "It's from Robbie," I say once I read the email and the CCs. "..What??" Y/N asks as the tension surges throughout her body.

I remain silent as I read the words on the screen until I reach the end.

"I'm sorry, Robbie Arnett."

"He's giving me Hattie..." My emotions of relief, happiness, and, anger, struggle for the top spot as I can't believe this is finally happening. I have Hattie back! But at the same time, I'm beyond upset. I could never forgive Robbie for so blatantly ripping Hattie Harmony away from me.

Y/N watches me cautiously as tears start spilling from my eyes before wrapping me up in a hug. Moving the two of us with Marla following away from the doors to the outside world.

"Deep breaths, babe." She takes hold of my hands as she places me in a leather chair down a hallway. Y/N kneels in front of me on the carpeted floor. "I'm here." She reminds me, making me smile.

She'll always be here.

Moments after, when I have no tears left, and Y/N has read the email, Marla gives us some alone time.

"Can I ask you something?" Y/N awaits my nod before continuing. "Hattie was a big thing for you and Robbie. You both worked so hard on it. But it was your brainchild...." She stops to gather her words. "Clearly, he's giving it to you because he needs to focus on himself. But do you even want it now? Like, of course, you want Hattie. Like legally and all that, but... do you want to do anything with Hattie now?"

I exhale and think.

"Honestly. I don't know... I think at one point this.. this was the next step for me and my career, but now I'm not so sure..." My hands tighten around Y/N's. "As much as it pains me to say I can't go back to Hattie. It's tainted." I can feel the frown form on my face.

"Okay... that's okay, Liz." I nod, knowing it is but hating that that's how I feel about it. I wish I could want to write Hattie again. Go back as a fuck you, Robbie, in a way, but it wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be what I originally wanted.

So it's best to leave it.

"But at least once legal gets it all sorted out, It'll be mine." My lips slightly curl upwards. "It will be." Y/N keeps her hands in mine as she sits up on her knees and leans forward to kiss my lips but misses and kisses my chin, making us laugh. "There's that smile."

I roll my eyes and remove my hands from hers. "Shush." I grab her face and plant a kiss on her pink lips.

"Obviously, you have time, but is there something else that you'd want to work on if not Hattie?" Y/N asks me as we sit in the back of the SUV on the way to the hotel.

I shake my head. "Not at the moment." Y/N kisses the side of my head as my phone begins to vibrate in my handbag. "I can take it."

I'm emotionally exhausted, so that would be nice.

Y/N unzips my handbag and pulls out of my phone. "Babe.."

I look over from outside the window and roll my eyes. "Here." I have Y/N place the phone in my hand.

I clear my throat and hit the green button with a smile. "Oh, Hey, Scarlett!"

Y/N cowardly looks away from me with a smile.

Oh, she's going to get it later.

"Yeah, no, I saw what Y/N's wallpaper..... Yeah, of course, we're still on for dinner!"

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A/N: Sorry this took forever, but I hope it was worth it!!

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virgobingo · 4 months

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What's your take on the way Gojo dresses after being unsealed? Other than the fact the after he changed outfit he got killed, so maybe he shouldn't have done that...also, merry Christmas/have a happy Monday!

happy holidays! hope you're well :)

gojo's outfits can be tied to his emotional arc. i know you asked specifically of his outfits after being unsealed but i think context is needed to see where i'm coming from.

when we first meet gojo in jjk0, his outfit is oversized and his eyes are covered— it hardly gives away his body language, or any emotions he's feeling, really, unless he's being particularly boisterous.

which sort of makes him an enigma to his students who haven't been in jujutsu society as long as he has; who don't know him or his past. the scene where he goes from sunglasses and casual clothes (when he meets the higher-ups) to bandages and uniform (when he goes to meet his students) comes to mind.

while the bandages within the world of jujutsu kaisen maybe simply serve the purpose of relieving the strain in gojo's eyes. on a meta level, they also hide a lot. the eyes are the window to the soul after all. a lot of cultures believe this— japanese included, though it seems that the idiom goes, "the eyes are the mirror of the heart" instead.

which is ofc why they're completely uncovered when gojo meets geto at the end of jjk0. and also why, framing-wise gege distances the reader from the scene. we only see the back of gojo's head in the manga when he says the words that fluster geto. in the anime adaptation, we only see his lips. his eyes aren't shown to us (only geto sees them then), creating the sense that we're kind of intruding.

this all leads me to believe that gojo's eyes being covered is strongly tied to the masking or suppression of his emotions. his blindfold later in the series serves the same purpose.

so when gege decided to depict gojo with his hand over his eyes instead of a blindfold (precisely after having him mention his "dream")— gege probably wanted gojo to be perceived as someone that is both honest and yet still omitting some information. specifically about where his "dream" stems from (his blue spring/geto). it's worth mentioning that his jacket is uncharacteristically zipped down a little too (chapter 11, p. 2).

as for his youth, gojo sported glasses most of the time. it seems to represent his haughty attitude? him speaking his mind brazenly. since he can easily tilt his head or remove his glasses to show his eyes. as an adult, he uses them when he spoke to the higher-ups as i meantioned before in jjk0, during the baseball game he proposed for the students' sake, and in megumi's flashback (and some other minor instances).

so overwhelmingly, at this point, it seems like gojo doesn't sport eye coverings at all in (1) serious battle, or (2) when he's confronting geto emotionally (when he seeks him out) or being confronted by his feelings surrounding geto (when he hears about what he's done). gojo's clothing is also overwhelmingly loose. he doesn't ever show much skin, and he mostly wears long sleeves. especially as an adult.

i want to say everything shifts after shibuya, where he's confronted with himself (and his past); the feelings that he's repressed. (remember the eyes are the mirror of the heart?)

so when he's eventually freed from the prison realm, his uniform jacket is torn to pieces and he's not wearing his blindfold over his eyes (that we know for a fact he had with him when he was sealed).

something that stands out to me too, is how he doesn't ever cover his eyes again after this. also how the first thing he chooses to see is geto's body. as if he is no longer suppressing the truth. he is bearing his heart to the world; he goes on to be extremely sincere to many people. my favorite example being his conversation with ijichi.

later, in shinjuku, during what is essentially a ceremony of jujutsu to determine who is the challenger (him or sukuna), gojo dons traditional robes. i think this is purely because of the context. worth noting, gakuganji and utahime who represent kyoto, otherwise known as "jujutsu's sacred land" are also present.

gojo quickly disposes of the robes once the pleasantries are out of the way,

and basically goes on to shine as himself to the very end, until we're shown his face more intimately than we have ever seen it before—

(right after we see him encounter his blue spring/geto again, and he tells geto everything about his fight as well as how he always wanted him by his side).

#hope this is coherent #gojo satoru #satosugu #jjk analysis

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triptuckers · 1 year

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enough grief for one lifetime - tech

Request: no Pairing: tech x reader Summary: once again you help the bad batch with their injuries Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE BAD BATCH S2E15+S2E16, angst, mentions of injuries, blood, broken bones, swearing Word count: 2.7K A/N: there I fixed it.

you told hunter you would always be one comm away. they appreciate your help, but most of the time they're too far away for you to be of any help. it's why they rarely call you.

it's also why you nearly trip over your feet as you sprint to answer them when they do comm you.

'y/n here.' you say.

for a few seconds, you hear nothing but static sounds on the other side. then you hear echo.

'...need your help... went bad... on our way...'

'echo?' you say. 'you're breaking up really bad. how far away are you?'

'...injured... going to... you... tech-'

you hear a faint beep as the comm suddenly ends.

you can feel your heart beating faster. something or someone disconnected the connection you had with the marauder. was it simply a bad connection or was someone jamming their comms? or worse?

and then there is the way echo said tech's name. you knew echo, he knows how to keep his cool in battle. but he said tech's name in a panicked tone.

you don't know how far out they are, but you start preparing straight away. you live on a hot planet, and most of the locals live in huts with a lot of big windows. you've helped most of the locals when they get injured, it's how you met the bad batch in the first place. they got stranded on your planet and sought medical attention.

after your first meeting with them, you always stocked up on medial supplies, just in case. it seemed today is the day you'll need most of them.

you've only just finished setting everything up, when one of the local kids runs into your house.

'y/n! there's a ship approaching!' he says.

you follow him outside and spot the marauder. they're coming in fast, and you anxiously watch as they land none too gently and a bit too close to the village.

as you run up to the marauder, wrecker emerges from the ship, his back to you. you frown and run a little harder. you reach the ship and see that wrecker is carrying one of his brothers.

you feel your heart stop as your eyes land on tech. wrecker has his arms hooked underneath his arms, and echo is carrying tech's legs.

it looks like tech's entire body is bruised and bloody. he looks unrecognisable. one of his eyes is swollen shut, his nose appears to be broken and his lip is cut. he's not even wearing his glasses.

you stand there, rooted to the spot. if he hadn't been wearing his signature armour, and if you hadn't committed his face to your memory, you wouldn't be able to tell it was tech at all.

of course you cared about all of them. even though you didn't see them that much. but it always had been different with tech. you'd never acted on your feelings. afraid of too many things. that it wouldn't work out and it would make things awkward between you, that he didn't feel the same way, that something would happen and that he would leave you behind.

it seems like you should have taken the chance while you still had it. now it might be too late.

you come back to your senses when you spot hunter. he's holding tech's broken glasses in his hands.

'get him to my place.' you tell wrecker. 'I've set everything up already.'

wrecker nods and heads toward your house. you turn to hunter.

'anyone else injured?' you say.

'I've got a few broken ribs. might be some internal bleeding but I can't be too sure. omega took a heavy hit, but at least she can walk for now. I'm sure she's got a pretty serious concussion. you need to look at wrecker's neck and shoulder. echo is fine, he wasn't with us when we fell down. but you need to see to tech first. he's the worst of us all right now.' hunter states.

you're grateful for hunter's quick facts. it helps put you in a concentrated mindset. tech first. then omega, hunter, and wrecker. echo could help you. tech first. tech first. tech...

you nod once at hunter, then take off running toward your house.

once you get inside, you see wrecker and echo have put tech on the makeshift medical cot. they've taken off some of his armour.

'move.' you say.

you may sound harsh, but wrecker and echo know it's because you're focused, and a little stressed. they do as you say so you can quickly assess tech.

he's unconscious, but at least he's still breathing.

your fingers trail over his body. you'd been right about his face, a black eye, broken nose, a cut lip. he doesn't appear to have any more damage to his head, which you take as a good sign. you thank the maker for tech's helmet.

after further assessment, you can tell he's dislocated his left shoulder, and he's broken his left arm. you feel along his ribs and feel a few broken ones, but miraculously he shows no sign of internal bleeding in his chest.

he's broken his left leg the same place you helped set right a while ago. it looks like he fell on his left side, because his left knee is also dislocated.

you straighten your back and look at wrecker and echo. hunter and omega have arrived as well, and omega is worriedly looking at tech.

'echo, you're going to be my assistant today. you do everything I say, understood?' you say, slipping back into the role of the village chief medic.

echo nods. 'yes ma'am.'

'I'll get started on tech. you're going to help wrecker and hunter first, so they can help omega. then you're helping me with tech.' you say. 'first, you need to put a brace on wrecker's neck and check for other injuries. wrecker, you need to make sure you don't move your head and neck too much.'

both echo and wrecker nod at you. as echo moves to help wrecker, you give out the rest of the orders.

'echo, when you're done with wrecker, see to hunter's ribs. get a bandage around his chest nice and tight. but he needs breathing room, so not too tight. hunter, you can then see to omega. make sure she rests enough and drinks enough. when she gets dizzy or lightheaded, come to me immediately. echo, when you've seen to hunter, you help me with tech.' you say.

as they all start following your orders, you focus on tech again.

you take a deep breath. it's alright. just do what you do best.

you start bandaging up his chest. nice and tight, but with breathing room. just like you told echo. one thing at a time. you move to his left shoulder, inspecting it. you'd need echo to hold tech still while you set it right, but he's still busy with the others. you settle with taking a look at tech's leg.

just as you're done with tech's leg, echo is by your side.

'tell me.' he says.

you nod. 'I need you to hold him still while I put his knee and shoulder back.'

echo moves and holds tech's leg steady while you place your hands on his knee.

'one, two, three!'

with one quick movement, you snap tech's knee back in place.

'his shoulder next.' you say.

again, echo holds him while you count down and put tech's shoulder back in place.

a part of you is glad tech is still unconscious. at least he wouldn't actually feel you putting parts of his body back where they belong.

'what next?' says echo.

'I'm going to bind his arm and see to his face.' you say. 'can you get the others to the guest bedrooms? there's also water and food in the kitchen, make sure they eat something. then they need to get some rest.'

echo nods and takes off, getting the others to the bedrooms. you turn back to tech.

you exhale a shaky breath. just a few more, then it would be out of your hands. then all you had to do was stay by his side and wait for him to wake up.

as soon as you start taking care of tech's broken arm, you fall back into an easy routine. you'd taken care of more than one broken arm. it's ironic how you could do the movements in your sleep.

once you've finished with his arm, you finally move to his face.

you take a clean bandage, and use some water to make it damp, so you can clean some of the blood off of tech's face. behind you, you hear footsteps.

'the others are resting. omega is in the big guest room, hunter refused to leave her side so we got some pillows for him. wrecker is already asleep in the other guest room, I'm taking the other cot next to him.' says echo.

'alright.' you say, surprised you can maintain such a steady voice. 'I'm nearly done with tech.'

'you should get some rest as well.' says echo.

'sure.' you say.

you and echo both know you're staying up until tech wakes again.

echo's footsteps trail up the stairs, and you hear a door close in the distance.

you turn back to tech, cleaning his face.

'don't you dare scare me like this again.' you say softly. you're aware tech probably can't hear you. but you need this.

you don't know if you could ever tell him how you felt when you saw his bruised and bloody body in the arms of wrecker and echo. you would have given anything to change places with him.

sometimes you don't understand why you still have hope he could feel the same way about you. but there's always some tiny part of you that stubbornly refuses to believe tech doesn't care about you. maybe it was all foolishness, anyway.

you pull up a chair and sit down next to tech, letting your eyes roam over his face. he didn't look like himself without his glasses. hunter had put them on a table nearby, but they were broken. knowing tech, he could probably fix them. if only he would wake up.

now that echo is gone, you let the tears fall. everything you held back while you worked on tech, it's all coming out now. you sit there in silence, tears streaming down your face. you'd been this close to losing tech. and you wouldn't talk to him because you liked him.

no, you loved him.

holy fuck, you loved tech. maybe deep down you'd known all along. that whatever you felt for him went deeper than just caring about him. you loved him. you'd go crazy if you were to lose him.

'wake up.' you say softly. 'I need you to wake up.'

you sit there for hours. the tears long gone. you're just sitting there, waiting for tech to wake up. at some point in the night, echo had come down to get a glass of water for omega.

he didn't seem surprised to see you awake. instead, after taking the glass of water up to omega, he sat with you. talked with you about tech. what had happened. you just sat in silence and listened.

after a while, echo left again. and your fear and sadness turned to anger.

how could tech have done that? how could he have left his brothers behind like that? he almost left you behind.

you're not even tired anymore. the anger is giving you a new reason to stay awake. you needed tech to wake up so you could ask him why the fuck he would do that.

it's nearly dawn, and you're getting hungry. you get up to get a quick snack from the kitchen, then you return to tech's side.

'what the fuck were you thinking tech?' you mumble softly, as you look a this beaten up face. 'you’ve got people who care about you. do you have any idea what it’s like to lose someone that means that much to you?'

the soft rays of morning sunshine begin to fill the room. you watch tech's chest rise and fall beneath the bandages.

'what the hell were you even thinking.' you mumble. ‘it's like you don't even care about us.'

‘I do care about you all.’

you nearly drop the cup of caf you are holding. surely you didn't hear that right? but when you look at tech's face, you see he's opened one eye. the other is still swollen shut.

'then why the fuck did you do it?' you say.

tech looks confused. it might be because he's still in a lot of pain.

'I do care about you all.' says tech again.

you frown, getting up and stepping closer to him. 'I need to check to see if you haven't gotten a concussion anyway.' you say.

'I do care about you all.' says tech, more firmly this time.

you frown as you look at him.

'oh.'

‘it was the only way they would be able to get to safety.’ says tech.

‘I hate heroes’ you mumble. ‘a lot of heroes go to their deaths for what they think is a noble cause. all it does is cause the people who care about them more hurt. I’ve grieved enough for one lifetime.’

tech blinks slowly, as if staying awake is taking tremendous effort.

‘I will not give you any reason to grieve.’ he says.

‘but you can't promise me that.’ you say, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

‘I can promise you I will do my best to ensure you will never have to grieve the loss of either one of my brothers. or omega. or me.’ says tech.

you quickly wipe away your tears. 'you better do your damn best, you hear me? I was terrified you wouldn't wake up.' you say.

'you look like you haven't gotten any rest.' says tech.

'I didn't. I had to see to everyone's injuries.'

'surely that did not take all night?'

'well, no.'

'then why did you stay awake?'

'I was waiting for you to wake up.'

you look at tech again. there's a look in his eyes you can't quite understand. 'seriously though, don't do that again. I was scared.' you say.

'I will try to be more cautious.' says tech.

'and less heroic.' you say.

'I am a soldier. most soldiers tend to do heroic things.' says tech.

you chuckle softly. 'didn't lose your sense of humour, huh?'

'can I ask you something regarding your medial skills?' says tech.

'sure.' you say.

'how much good can you do in this village? it seems to shrink every time we get here.' says tech.

you shrug. 'that's because it does. most people move to the city, or off-world.' you say. 'in a couple of years this village won't exist anymore.'

'we could use a medic.' says tech.

you slightly raise your eyebrows. 'you're asking me to come with you?' you say.

'yes.'

'shouldn't hunter ask me?'

'I am asking you.'

you smile softly. 'I would go with you.' you say. 'if only to make sure I don't have to set your leg right a third time.' your smile falters slightly. 'why?'

'you said you've seen enough grief for a lifetime.' says tech. 'I simply think you need to balance it out. traveling with us won't be easy, we're still wanted by the empire. but at least you will be with us. people who care about you, instead of staying in a village that's disappearing.'

'if hunter is okay with it, I'll come with you.' you say.

'I'm okay with it.'

you look over your shoulder. 'how long have you been standing there?' you say.

'long enough. welcome to the bad batch.' says hunter. 'echo's making breakfast. I'll make sure he brings two plates here for you.'

'thanks.' you say as hunter leaves.

you turn back to tech. 'looks like you're stuck with me.' you say.

'I don't mind being stuck with you.' says tech. 'and thank you.'

'for what?'

'taking care of me.'

you impatiently wave your hand. 'I'm a medic. it's what I do tech.'

'true. but you did not have to stay with me all night. you have my thanks for that, too.'

'you're welcome, tech. now get some rest.'

A/N:If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit

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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 2 months

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What once was. Pt2.

Alex Keller x reader (code name: boomslang)

My idea was to write 2 alternative endings. I hope i did it well, maybe one of the two stories is good enough as the first part.

WARNING: it's long, violence and mentions of blood maybe? Spelling and grammatical errors.

Alex saw you leave, a lot of memories popped up in his mind, every interaction with you had a new perspective, your words affected him. He found himself Wondering why he never noticed before and asking himself if it's true what you said "You fell for someone who is too busy to notice you".

You planted a lot of thoughts in his mind. Now your smile, the sound of your laugh, your voice, the sound of his name falling from your lips, the way you squeezed his arm to let him know you were there, all that running on his mind, suddenly love is more important than any war, any target. Now the necessity to touch you, hear you, being around you is his highest priority.

This didn't pass unperceived by Farah, she noticed him distracted and even distant with everybody around.

- Alex... Did you hear what I said?

- uh? Oh! For sure, I'm sorry, I think that's a good idea.

- Yeah... alright, we have to talk. You've been distracted since you saw your friend, I don't know what happens between both of you and I don't want to know, what I want to know is if that is going to affect you in battle because if that's the case then you don't have nothing to do here...

- No, no, I'm fine, I'm just tired.

Farah is too smart, Alex knows she didn't believe it. She is not angry she's actually looking at him calmly and giving him a soft small smile. For the first time since they met, she was looking at him, talking about what she perceived on him.

- Alex, I appreciate what you, price and all of them have been doing to help here, you more than anyone else, but I'm serious, i don't want you to stay here if you have unsolved... Situations that will keep you out of the game. Think about it.

Alex contemplated the idea of leaving but you said nothing between you and him would be the same, then what's the point of leave if you're not going to forgive and give him one more chance? If he never goes, he will never know, no?

You were at home, as a reward for a successful mission, Price let you go home for a few days, you were in silence fixing your Car, preparing it for a good "wax and polish" when someone knocked at your door, which is strange since no one but Price and Laswell are the only ones that know your location.

You ran to the door, cleared your throat and were ready with your gun behind your back.

- Who is it?

- Y/N, I'm... Alex.

You didn't respond, not because you were trying to be rude but you couldn't believe what your ears were hearing.

- Y/N please open the door, I will not leave, I will sleep on your door if it's necessary.

- What are you doing here? You should be with Farah, no? And How did you find my place?

- Too many questions and I will answer all of them if you open the door, please.

There was silence, Alex was ready to sit on the floor when the door opened and there you were, god, you looked so attractive, you were wearing shorts and a grey t-shirt, some dust in your cheeks and arms.

- Come in... Are you going to stay there staring? Let's go.

He stood up and walked in before you could change your mind, you felt a flame growing in your chest but tried to keep the distance.

- Fixing your car?

- Yeah... some details. Can I offer you something to drink?

- Ah... Yeah, water please.

(Why did you ask for water? You need tequila or something strong to help you to go through this) Alex said to himself, he wasn't expecting to see you like that, you look so... Perfect.

You put the glass on the coffee table and stayed there, looking at him, he was wearing a Black compression shirt and cargo pants. God, he looks so good, it's not fair, it's not fair, you will not resist...

- So, I'm here because I begged to Price for hours to give me your address...

- Why? What do you want? I think I was very clear...

- Because you're right, I messed up, I ruined our friendship, I ran to someone else letting you behind, I'm an idiot...

- Yes, you are... And don't think I will...

- I haven't finished...

He interrupted your complaining, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continue.

- i'm an idiot, because I thought I found the woman of my dreams, my accomplice, my... Soulmate in Farah, when in reality... all this time, I had her beside me... I'm an idiot because only when I saw you leaving and after that discussion I realized it.

He stood up and walked to you, you were stepping back until the wall of the room touched your back, Alex held your hands and kneel down. You don't feel strong enough to act cold and distant, you feel something in your stomach, are those butterflies?, the flame inside your chest growing more and more, you're doing your best to not let your tears out again.

- Y/n, I know it won't be easy, but I really need you to forgive me, I need a chance to prove I won't be an idiot ever again... I'm not asking you to forgive me, I'm asking you to give me one opportunity to earn your forgiveness and your heart. Can you do that for me?

Anybody else would ask you to just accept the apology and you would easily reject it, but not Alex, he's always been better than any other guy you met before and he knows you more than anyone else, he knows it won't be easy and still... Is taking the risk.

It took you a few minutes but you made your decision, you kneeled down too and nodded in silence, avoiding his eyes, he took your chin softly and made you look at him. Those soft eyes, that smile brighten like the stars, he's staring at you, every facial feature, even when you cry you look pretty.

He didn't kiss your lips, he knew it was not the right time, at least... not yet, in exchange he kissed your nose and forehead, he held you in his arms whispering «thank you, thank you, love»

You finally give him a smile, you missed him so much, you missed his touch, his perfume, everything about him.

- Don't ruin it this time Keller.

- I won't, love... I won't.

You were in the helicopter, drying more tears, when... « Here 1-0-5 reporting, Missile approaching, I repeat, we're under attack...» the next second you were on the ground, there was fire and smoke, there was something on your stomach, a tree branch, you saw a man approaching to you...then everything went dark.

Farah received a call a few days later, Price was trying to make contact with you, unfortunately you never answered, in fact, the last time they had your location was when the helicopter fell.

- We don't know what happened, we've been trying to contact her, we need people to check the place and find anything that could tell us where she could be.

- We'll go to help, send the coordinates.

«ALEX!» he was watching the sunrise in the ceiling of the building when he heard Farah.

- here you are! Get ready, we have work to do.

- what's wrong? What are we going to do?

- Boomslang... She is missing, we have to go.

He never moved faster than he did after hearing Farah's words, she gave him all the details, when they arrived just found a destroyed helicopter, the body of the soldier who was operating it, your backpack and dry blood. Who took you away? Did u walk by your own? A lot of questions ran through his mind.

- We found the place Sir, we found everything but her. Someone arrived before us... There were some footprints, dry blood.

That's all Alex could find, Price promised he would find you. And a few weeks later, Price called with not very good news, the terrorist attack in that plane, they found something hard to believe.

- I want everybody to observe these photographs of the cameras in the airport...

- That looks like... Makarov.

Ghost was the first one to say something.

- Well done, that's him. But now watch this.

There you were, holding Makarov's hand, you had a ponytail, wearing black clothes and sunglasses. The next photo was you again, kissing his cheek while you disappeared on the tunnel to the plane.

- There's no way, that cannot be her.

Soap was speaking with pain in his voice, you and him are friends, he knows you're better than that, you're not a traitor.

- we need to obtain more information, but at the moment that's what we have and here's where Farah and Alex get in, the plane is in a zone close to you, you will go to look for more clues, anything that can tell us what the hell is going on.

- You can count on us, captain.

Farah was ready to end the call when Alex interrupted.

- Cap, what will happen if we find out that boomslang is with Makarov?

- Well... She will be under investigation, interrogatories...

- She's not capable of it, she wouldn't be a traitor, she's probably a hostage.

- We don't know yet, Soap...

You landed at the place of the plane's accident, Makarov gave you your first task to prove your loyalty to him, since you and him apparently have chemistry, he just wanted to be sure you wouldn't betray him.

You knew someone would appear to look for information, but you certainly weren't expecting to see Farah and Alex. You let Farah on her own, you observed Alex, following him in silence until a tree branch appeared on your way, Alex jumped on you without noticing that he was attacking you, you pushed him away and kicked him on his chest, he fell off and you put your knife against his neck.

- Y/N? What the hell are you doing?

- Shh!

- We've been looking for you, is Makarov forcing you to do what you did?

- No, no one forced me, I did it because I wanted.

- you're wrong y/n, you're making a mistake, please, we can solve it, we will talk with Laswell and Price, we can solve it.

«echo! Echo, there's people arriving, I need you to cover me»

He noticed, you were cold and sure of your actions, were you really betraying them?.

- You will die, Farah will not survive alone with all those soldiers.

«Echo!! They're a lot, where are you?»

- you're on his side now? Why?

- Makarov showed me the power of my anger, the desire for revenge, I want you to see how your pretty Farah lost everything, I want you to feel what I felt when she decides to leave you behind.

« I'm hurt, Echo, I need help, I found what Price needs, come here now!»

Alex tried to fight you, he felt hurt, your words were still hurting him, he threw you away and you hit a tree, he ran away, new tropes appeared, you ran to one of the soldiers and asked him to give you his sniper.

You started to shoot, over and over, until you lost him. You ordered the soldiers to kill both of them.

Silence filled the air until you heard a shot, near you, you walked following the sound just to find yourself in front of them.

You were quick, you shot at Farah on her leg and feet, she fell in pain. Alex kneeled down to check Farah's.

- Y/N! Stop! You're not like this, you're better, everybody trusted you, don't make a mistake.

- Oh Alex, Alex, it is too late, now you will see Farah's hope burning, I will enjoy every minute of your suffer.

Another shot went directly to Alex's shoulder, then another on his leg, he's in pain, the perfect chance to take the evidence, that's what Makarov requested, he just needed to eliminate all evidence of his participation in this.

You got close to them, just to say.

- I did it, I planned the attack on that plane, Tell price and the boys I'm sorry for the Betray but I chose the winner's side.

In that moment another truck arrived, there he was, Makarov waiting for you, observing you, the devil's eyes, that smile was intoxicating you.

You walked and gave him the evidence, Alex was trying to stand up, Farah was looking for her gun when Makarov's voice invaded their ears.

- I want to thank you, both of you, this woman fell in my arms thanks to you, don't ever underestimate a woman's anger, her rage can take her too far. You will hear about us, too soon.

You and Makarov disappeared, Farah fainted while Alex was trying to contact someone to go and help them, he wanted to scream, Makarov took advantage of your anger and your broken heart, this wouldn't happen if he never left you, he was regretting every second that he spent away from you, and he would regret it even more in the future.

#Spotify #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #141 x reader #long reads #x yn #fanfiction #alex echo 3 1 #alex keller #alex keller x reader #alex keller x you #farah karim #y/n #x reader #reader insert

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tartigglez · 1 year

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HIIIII CAN I BE 🫧 ANON?? ILY THANKS!!!

could i get diluc (+ ur favs!!) assisting reader who’s hurt in battle :(( jus want my darknight hero to come rescue me 😮‍💨😮‍💨

hi nonnie! sorry it took me a while to get this done. i honestly don't really like what i've come up with but i hope its something along the lines of what you were looking for! also, i decided to make this a oneshot as opposed to hc's, so enjoy!

"do not concern yourself with such matters"

diluc x gn!reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort (???)

word count: 900-ish

tags: lol get rescued ig, diluc doesn't know how to interact normally which is lowkey kinda funny, reader gets injured, physical contact/being carried?

tw/cw: cuts, wounds, generally just,, pain? also diluc lowkey just takes the reader to his house while they're unconscious (no negative intent), idk how to put this other than "examining the thighs" of the reader but he's TREATING A CUT OKAY? i think that's it?

a/n: eek this took to long to write bc i was being lazy, so it might feel a little disjointed or as celeste would put it: "might read like a wet dog"

cryo abyss mage.

23:00

200m from dawn winery.

you awoke with a pounding head, and little to no feeling in any part of your body, blurry vision and barely any consciousness, just feeling icy, freezing. you noticed nothing but pure, vibrant vermillion, before closing your eyes again, not knowing at all what was going on, completely unaware.

23:35

50m from dawn winery

slowly willing your eyes open, in a daze, with your head resting against something warm, comforting, you could hear loud breathing, and some sort of fast movement… running? someone was… carrying you? with it being far too exhausting to stay awake, you closed your eyes once again...

00:30

dawn winery

you awakened in a warm room, in some sort of bed. a cosy blanket covered your legs and waist, and your head rested on soft pillows. you had very little recollection of anything that happened, but still felt oddly safe. upon looking around the room, you saw a few dimly lit lamps, oak furniture, some sort of grand vanity set, and wooden floorboards.

the stream of thoughts running through your head was interrupted by the entrance of a tall, handsome man, dressed in a black t-shirt and some sort of lounge trousers, wearing thinly rimmed glasses, sporting the same vermillion locks you had envisioned earlier. and he was… carrying two glasses of water? this man was… what was his name? the bartender… ah, yes!

“master ragnvindr? what.. are you doing here? what am i doing here? what happened?”

“there is no need for being so formal, since we’ve spoken before. then again perhaps you don’t remember, you were rather intoxicated. call me diluc. as for what i’m doing here, this is my home, why wouldn’t i be here? as for what happened, and why you are here… i think you might need a lesson on why we shouldn't approach enemies alone, hm?

“but… the abyss mage. it was outside th-”

“i took care of it. don’t worry”

“i-okay”

there was a silence in the room, which was somewhat uncomfortable, awkward, but not unbearable, and you knew it was up to you to break it.

“what…”

“what happened?”

“i presume from your injuries, and the fact that the mage was no longer shielded that you managed to break its shield before it hit you with an attack. judging by your current symptoms it seems that it hit you with some sort of direct cryo energy to the head, which explains your lack of consciousness”

“but… why were you…?”

“do not concern yourself with such matters”

“i… but–”

“here, i brought you water. you should focus on recovering for now. how are you feeling?”

he moved himself to sit next to you on the bed, as you sat up to take the glass out of his hand.

“thanks… i’m okay, just a bit achey”

“achey? did you sustain any other injuries?”

“uh, my leg feels a little weird, but don’t worry about it, i’m sure it’s fine”

"if you are injured, you must tell me.”

“i think it might be cut but… it’s fine, i’ll deal with it”

“where?”

“oh… uh-”

“where.”

his tone was stern, but certainly not angry. somehow gentle but assertive at the same time.

“uh, somewhere on my thigh, i think-”

“give me one moment.”

he got up and abruptly left the room. this diluc -as you now called him- certainly was a strange, strange man…

you then heard the door into the room click closed once again. the man was now holding a first aid kit, and what looked like a pair of shorts… how odd.

“here, change into these and i’ll have a look at it.”

“but… master diluc, don’t you think that’s a little-”

“a little what?”

“uh, nothing, nevermind…”

“i’ll be back in a few”

“oh, uhm, okay…”

and so, seemingly having no other option, you slowly, somewhat painfully changed into the shorts, noticing a lesion on your right thigh. it wasn’t particularly deep, but it was long, and still bleeding a little bit.

a knock on the door put an end to your thoughts.

“are you done? may i come in?”

“uh… yeah.”

he slowly opened the door, you sitting on his bed looking at your wound, and him looking concerned. he then sat down on the bed beside you, after lifting the first aid kit from the dresser where he had left it. he proceeded to lift some antiseptic out, to start cleaning the wound.

“here, this might sting a bit”

he pushed the hem of the shorts up your leg a bit so he could have full access to the cut. he then began dabbing at it with the cotton.

“agh, it hurts”

that feeling was immense pain, and you felt a little childish, having your injuries tended to like this.

purely by natural instinct, diluc moved his free hand to one of yours, interlacing your fingers with his and squeezing gently. his hand was warm and calloused, and he was extremely focused on the task at hand, so he didn’t seem to notice you admiring his rather striking features.

“you’re okay, i’m almost done”

you hissed in pain, burying your head into his shoulder out of instinct. thankfully he didn’t seem to mind.

“there, done. are you alright?"

“yeah, yeah, thank you”

“not a problem. do you need anything else?”

“uh, no, i don’t think so”

“alright, in that case then, i'll be going to bed.”

“wait”

“yes?”

“uh…”

“uh?”

“can you… stay?”

“i was waiting for that”

(au where diluc is secretly a flirty bastard)

#cael is talking to 🫧 anon :0 #diluc x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc fluff #dilucatdeeznuts #i tried #sorry if its trash nonnie :/#diluc ragnvindr

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owlwithanapple · 4 months

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Your Hero

He is one of my favorite characters in mha. I want to write a future version of Bakugou Katsuki, I hope you guys will like it. 😘

Part 8.

( Bakugou Katsuki X Y/N )

Hospital-

A thrilling battle has left you in a coma. Perhaps the biggest mistake you made was that you didn't expect Villain's weapon to be poisonous and to fight it head-on, making it impossible for you to continue fighting.

It was already midnight when you were sent to the hospital for rescue. Because the poison invaded your body, you fell completely into a coma. The wound hurts more than you imagined. Maybe you made a reckless decision at that time.

You are currently in danger. During the treatment process, it is necessary to cleanse the poison from the body and then suture the wound. The doctors in the surgery department took advantage of the time to carry out rescue operations while there was still a glimmer of hope.

Shoto received a call from Bakugou while waiting outside the rescue room. After telling about your situation, ask the hospital to contact your family. In case anything happens, the hospital can notify as soon as possible.

You have a brother named Damiant. He is a lawyer by profession and a part-time fighting coach. He is a mature and strong man.

At 5 o'clock in the morning the next day, your brother received the notice from the hospital and rushed immediately. Seeing that you were still in a coma, he sat by your bed and waited for you to wake up. He was very proud but worried when he saw you become a professional hero.

"Get up, stupid sister. Don't leave your brother behind." Damiant held your hand and prayed.

"Mr. Damiant, although Wind Breaker has undergone surgical treatment, she still needs more observation for the time being. After all, she is not awake yet." The doctor said.

"Got it doctor." Damiant bowed in thanks.

After the doctor left, Damiant stayed by your side waiting for you to wake up. After waiting for an hour, you still show no sign of waking up. He left the ward and wanted to buy a lunch box from the store outside.

Damiant closed the door and left the ward, walking to the hospital lobby. He saw someone asking the hospital receptionist about you and your room. He stared at the suspicious person curiously.

That person is almost 195cm tall. Wearing a cap, glasses and a mask. Wearing a black blazer with orange tights. Holding a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket in hands.

"Are you looking for Y/N?" Damiant glared at the suspicious person.

"Ah, yes. I'm looking for Y/N." The man said.

"You are?" Damiant asked seriously.

"Friends," the man replied.

"Why don't you show your face?" Damiant complained.

"Ermm, it's not convenient to show my face because of work." The man said helplessly.

"Sir, I'm sorry. Since the patient is in a special situation, family members' permission is required to visit the patient," the hospital receptionist said.

"Family members? Can you help me contact her family members? I will tell them personally." The person said.

"Mr. Damiant, is it convenient for you now?" The hospital receptionist looked at Damiant.

"Are you?" The man was surprised.

"I'm her brother. So who are you?" Damiant looked at him impatiently.

"Come with me!" The man pulled Damiant into the toilet.

The suspicious person pulled Damiant into the toilet, checked that no one was around, and then locked the door. Damiant immediately felt something was wrong and grabbed the suspicious man's collar.

"What are you doing to my sister!!" Damiant said angrily.

"Calm down first, I'm not an enemy!" The man raised his hands to explain.

"Fucking suspicious-looking guy." Damiant said warily.

Seeing that Damiant was already panicking and alert, if he continued to ask questions he would be beaten in a few minutes. After the man made sure no one was around, he revealed his true face.

The man took off his hat to reveal his short, spiky, sandy-blond hair. He took off his glasses and saw his sharp, bright red eyes. That suspicious person is the No.1 Hero Dynamight himself.

"Dynamight?" Damiant was surprised.

"Yes, that's me. First time we met, Y/N's brother." Dynamight said.

"Just call me Damiant." Damiant let go of Dynamight's collar.

"The hospital receptionist just said that she needs the consent of her family members before visit her. Can I trouble you about this?" Dynamight asked.

"I'll go." Damiant said seriously.

"Thank you." Dynamight took back his hat and glasses.

You are a professional hero, a special person. Therefore, family members’ certification is required before apply for medical visits. Damiant explained the situation to the hospital receptionist and told Dynamight what number your ward was.

Damiant explained to Dynamight that your condition is still in a critical stage even though the surgery has been completed. You also need to stay in the hospital for observation until you regain consciousness.

Dynamight opened the door and saw you unconscious, and he felt very uneasy. He put the bouquet and fruit aside and moved closer to you to caress your forehead. Ever since the All for One incident, he hadn't experienced the feeling of almost losing someone important to him for a long time.

Dynamight put the bouquet into a vase and placed it on the table. Then place the fruit next to the vase. Damiant saw Dynamight taking care of you and let him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let me first say thank you for coming to visit my sister." Damiant expressed his thanks.

"I also have a responsibility first." Dynamight sat on the sofa and looked at you.

"Were you there?" Damiant asked.

"Yes...I couldn't rush there as soon as possible when there was a dangerous situation..." Dynamight said with self-reproach.

"The hell No.1 Hero Dynamight! You were fucking there at that time! Why weren't the others injured? My sister was injured!" Damiant grabbed Dynamight's collar angrily.

"I ignored her distress signal. It was my mistake..." Dynamight lowered his head.

"I understand that the work of a hero is dangerous! This is the first time I have been told by the hospital that my sister is in an unconscious state! Do you know how worried I am about her?!" Damiant shouted.

"I was there but it was my negligence that I didn't arrive in time. I'm sorry that your sister was hurt." Dynamight apologized to Damiant.

"Fuck it! Lift your head up." Damiant loosened his collar and spoke calmly.

"But..." Dynamight felt very guilty.

"Did my sister works in your agency?" Damiant asked after calming down.

"She hasn't chosen yet," Dynamight said.

"Really?" Damiant sighed.

"I haven't heard her mention his brother. You and her have different temperaments." Dynamight asked.

"It's not something worth talking about." Damiant said seriously.

"Oh..." Dynamight said.

"Frankly speaking, I hate her becoming a hero. I have seen her injured too many times. I just can't stand it anymore." Damiant said directly.

"..." Dynamight was silent.

"You can remain silent, I just want my sister to get through the dangerous period safely." Damiant looked away.

"I understand." Dynamight said ashamedly.

"Damiant, I'll be honest too. You have a good sister." Dynamight said seriously.

"I've taken care of her since she was little. I know better than you." Damiant said coldly.

"Thank you...really for letting me visit her," Dynamight said.

"It's not a bad thing to care about her." Damiant was silent.

Dynamight is a little surprised that you have a brother with a completely opposite personality. Your temperament is a bit naughty, kind and gentle, while Damiant has a serious and fierce temperament.

The atmosphere was very stiff, Damiant just sat on the sofa and watched you in silence. Dynamight doesn't know how to speak. After all, Damiant is your brother.

"Can you tell me about her?" Dynamight asked.

Damiant calm down and think about telling Dynamight about you. I also learned from this that when you were young, a carjacking incident took the lives of your parents in a car accident.

A few years ago, grandma passed away due to a serious illness. Now you are Damiant's only relative, so he is even more uneasy. If he didn't even have you, he really wouldn't be able to bear watching all his relatives leave like this.

"I said too much. I'm going to buy some food, do you want it?" Damiant stood up and asked.

"Just coffee, I'll treat you." Dynamight took out his wallet.

"It's mine, that's it. Keep an eye on her." Damiant left the ward.

After Dynamight saw Damiant leave the ward, he stood up and stood beside the bed looking at you. He wants to say a lot to you, but seeing you in coma now, he feels very guilty don't know how to say it.

You are his comrade and an important person. Since last night couldn't sleep well, so rushed to the hospital early in the morning just to wait for you to wake up. He squeezed your hand and felt your warmth, a sign that you were still alive.

"Y/N, get up quickly. Your brother is waiting for you. I am waiting for you too." Dynamight squeezed your hand and caressed it.

Dynamight took off his mask and approached you and kissed your forehead gently. From the moment you showed up, he was thinking about you every moment. This time he admitted it to himself that his feelings for you went beyond friendship.

At this time the phone rang and Dynamight answered it and it was working. He let go of your hand and prepared to leave the ward. He opened the door and saw Damiant standing at the door holding two cups of coffee and a lunch box.

"I have work, leaving first!" Dynamight ran out of the ward and left the hospital.

"Shitty No. 1" Damiant closed the door.

Damiant sat on the sofa and opened his lunch box. You opened your eyes slightly and although your vision was a bit blurry, you could probably see Damiant sitting on the sofa eating breakfast.

"Brother..." you whispered.

"Sister?!" Damiant put down his lunch box and ran to the bed.

"Hi..." You smile.

"I'm going to call the doctor now! Don't close your eyes!" Damiant ran outside to find the doctor.

You vaguely see a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket on the table. Curious who has been here. Damiant ran away without saying anything. You stared at the bouquet in a daze and thought for a moment, could it be Hedgehog?

You see the doctor and Damiant come to room. Damiant stood nervously watching the doctor examine you. The doctor sits on the chair next to the bed and helps you sit upright.

"How do you feel now? Do you have any symptoms of dizziness? Do you feel numb? Is your breathing easy?" the doctor asked.

"No...my vision is still a little blurry..." you said.

"Now you have to wait for the poison to completely subside before you can return to your original state. But for the time being, you have to recover first. Then your injury be sutured and you can't move around. If there is any abnormality, come to me as soon as possible." The doctor said.

"I know..." you said.

"Thank you doctor." Damiant bowed.

"Brother...why are you here?" You asked softly.

"You are such an idiot. The hospital informed me that you were in a coma and still in critical condition. It scared me to death!" Damiant scolded you.

"I'm sorry for making you worry." You whispered.

"Listen, I promise to make you a hero, but you have to remember not to die anytime, anywhere." Damiant warns you.

"I know...you're afraid of being lonely. Don't you have a job? Why are you still coming to the hospital?" You laugh.

"My sister is in danger, can I not come?" Damiant pinched your ear.

"Will you stay with me in the hospital?" you asked softly.

"I will stay with you, and you can rest well." Damiant comforted.

"I need to trouble you to take care of me..." you said.

"I've taken care of you for decades and I don't care if you get me in trouble, idiot." Damiant said.

"Did you prepare the bouquet and fruit basket?" you asked.

"It wasn't me. It was someone else." Damiant suddenly became serious.

"Hm...man?" you asked.

"Yes..." Damiant showed a fierce expression.

"Is it Dynamight?" You said casually.

"That's the fucking guy! I'm not happy after watching him several times! What a No.1 Hero! He can't even save you!" Damiant said angrily.

"It's really him..." You whispered.

"What's wrong?" Damiant asked.

"Give me the flowers..." You pointed to the bouquet.

"Oh...are you going to fall?" Damiant handed you the bouquet.

When you smell the flowers, they have a faint floral fragrance. You touch the petals gently, which is really unexpected. The person you most wanted to see actually came to the hospital to see you. Although it’s just a simple bouquet, you know it’s his full intention.

"Why do you smile so sweetly, do you like it so much?" Damiant poked you.

"Talk too much. How could you not like it..." You said shyly.

"Hey,hey,hey, I don't agree with a man who can't even protect you!" Damiant told you seriously.

"Brother...you misunderstood him. It was because I acted alone that this happened. Now that I'm awake, don't be angry with him~" You comforted Damiant.

"Tell me frankly, do you have a crush on him?" Damiant glared at you.

"Go away! You have nothing to do!" You put the flowers back in their place.

"Sister, if it's that guy..." Just when Damiant was about to say something.

"I'm tired, sleep!" You hide under the quilt.

"Tch! can't beat you, have a good rest." Damiant touched your head.

Damiant sighed and returned to the sofa to continue eating his meal. You were very happy that your brother and Dynamight came to see you, but it was a pity that you missed meeting Dynamight...

Damiant has loved you and taken care of you since you were little. Although he always has a serious expression on his face, you know best that he is very gentle towards you.

Sometimes it's scary when he speaks directly and always reveals your cover. Maybe it's an occupational disease of his, after all, he has to speak out when it comes to lawsuits. But you are still afraid of him, and now he is not happy with Dynamight!

4pm—

You are getting hungry and want to eat some food to satisfy your hunger. You didn't see Damiant when you got up, so you opened the quilt and slowly got out of bed. Standing outside the ward, there was no sign of Damiant. You wonder where the guy went.

Because the poison has not completely healed, you feel a dull pain in the part of your thigh where you were stabbed. You feel like your legs are no longer strong enough to move around, so you quickly close the door and walk back to the hospital bed.

You had no choice but to wait patiently for Damiant to come back. After a while, Damiant returned to the ward and sat beside your bed reading a book. You pulled on his sleeve and he put the book aside.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" He gently stroked your forehead.

"Help~ I'm hungry~ The food in the hospital doesn't taste good~" you said.

"What do you want to eat?" Damiant asked patiently.

"Ice cream..." you whispered.

"No...I'll cook it for you when I go home. Just wait here." Damiant said.

"Okay~" You lay back on the bed.

Damiant left the hospital and went home to prepare food for you. While waiting you idly decided to take a nap. Looking forward to brother’s dinner ~ I don’t know what it will be ~

5pm—

Damiant got out of the car with the lunch box and saw Dynamight holding a bag with the lunch box standing in front of the hospital. Damiant stepped forward to say hello and realized that Dynamight had just finished his work.

"Come to see my sister?" Damiant asked coldly.

"Yes, is it convenient now?" Dynamight asked.

"...come in." Damiant said helplessly.

Dynamight sensed that Damiant was really unhappy with him now, he also understood that the reason for his difficulty that his sister was unconscious after all. All can do now is pray that you wake up soon.

When you heard the door open, you guessed Damiant was back! You quickly ran towards the door ready to scare him. Unexpectedly, the person who opened the door first was Dynamight. You freeze in place, feeling so embarrassed!

"Hedgehog?!" you are surprised.

"Are you awake?!" Dynamight asked, grabbing your shoulders.

"Let her go! No.1!" Damiant pushed Dynamight away and stood in front of you to protect you.

"When did you wake up?" Dynamight asked in surprise.

"Afternoon..." You said hiding behind Damiant.

"Get back to bed, you idiot!" Damiant yelled.

"Okay..." you said.

You reluctantly wanted to return to the bed, but suddenly your legs were weak and lost your footing. Dynamight rushed over and held your shoulders to support you. Thanks to him, you didn't fall.

"Are you okay?" Dynamight said.

"Nice catch!" you praised.

"Haha, you are so damn bad at learning..." Dynamight laughed.

"Let go of my sister! No.1!" Damiant shouted.

Dynamight helped you to the bed, and you quickly climbed onto the bed and sat down. Damiant and Dynamight placed their lunch boxes on the table at the same time.

"What are you doing?" Damiant glared.

"Give her food." Dynamight said.

"I'm hungry~!" You laugh.

You open their lunch boxes, what a rich food! These two are fucking awesome! Brother usually takes care of your three meals a day, so you know very well that he is a good cook! No.1 Hero can also cook, so he is so versatile!

You pick up the chopsticks and eat with great satisfaction!! It’s great to be alive! You ate too fast and choked! Dynamight quickly pats your back to make you feel better.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you!" Dynamight panicked.

"Sorry...it tasted so good that I choked..." You drank some water.

"It's a good thing to regain your appetite..." Damiant smiled.

"Hehehe! I feel better." You laugh.

"That's good... I feel relieved too." Dynamight felt relieved.

"Oh...oh..." You blush.

"Can you stop flirting my sister? My fists are hard after seeing this..." Damiant was helpless.

"No!" you shouted.

You see Damiant and Dynamight don't get along. You feel a little uncomfortable being caught in the middle, you finish your food obediently. After eating, they put away their lunch boxes and said nothing. Suddenly Damiant got a call and had something urgent to do.

"The client has something urgent to do, I'll go over first. Go to bed early. And No.1, don't mess with my sister." Damiant left these words and left in a hurry.

"You are so unlike your brother..." Dynamight said.

"Hahaha, we have completely different personalities and tempers." You hid under the quilt.

"Y/N…" Dynamight whispered.

"Huh?" You are curious.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't rush to save you in time...Ermm...and...it's really great that you're okay." Dynamight said.

"It's my fault. I noticed something was wrong but I still acted alone..." You explained.

He suddenly squeezed your hand and you were surprised. He lowered his head and covered his expression with his bangs so you looked closer at him. What you see is Dynamight’s reassuring smile!

"Really, it's great that you're okay..." Dynamight said with a chuckle.

"You really worry about me. When will you admit it~ Hedgehog!" You teased him.

"Ha! I don't want to, idiot..." Dynamight squeezed your hand.

"I have a request...can you agree to it?" You squeezed his hand.

"Tell me." Dynamight listened carefully.

It's so embarrassing to say it. His hand was so warm that you didn't want to let go. Finally saw him today. He is sitting next to you and teasing you. You feel so happy at this moment.

You really want to have him all to yourself... You hope he can always be with you.

"Hedgehog..." you hesitated.

"Hm?" He looks at you.

Forget about it! Do my best!

"Katsuki...can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" You shyly hid in the bed. It's so embarrassing!

"Haha...it's very foul to call me my name now," he said teasingly.

"But I promise you, I will stay with you until you fall asleep." Katsuki patted your quilt as if to coax you.

"I knew you loved me!" You lifted the quilt and looked at him with a smile.

"Get well soon, good girl." Katsuki looked at you.

After you fell asleep, Katsuki never let go of your hand. He looked at you sleeping quietly, he was glad that you were finally awake. He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead again.

Part 8 end.

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

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