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wayfayrr · 6 months

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I see your human!reader and raise you: the Chain struggling to find food they can actually eat, reader feeling terrible and maybe a bit like a burden because of it, and getting into a dangerous situation in order to make it up to them

Source: the Owl House :)

I'm so sorry that this took so long to answer!! I've been quite busy recently but while I haven't watched the owl house I hope this does what you wanted justice, it got out of hand the more I wrote!!! I've heard it's great I just don't really watch shows :( Fair warning this got way more angsty then I planned for it too, with reader being pretty flippant about their own safety than they really should be, there's a brief not very detailed description of gore too. (it's also fairly wars centric towards the end)

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“[Name]! So wind and I’ve just been to the village right? I think I’ve finally found something I can cook that you should be able to eat! It was quite expensive but I’m sure it’ll be worth it for you!”

“We looked around for ages, so if you can’t eat this then there might not be anything in Hyrule that you can eat!”

Wind means well with what he’s saying; I know that Wild does too, they don’t mean to make me feel bad - I think they don’t anyway. Not like they really need to try with how much of a burden to them I am. Buying expensive supplies just for me? When they’re already struggling to afford their own basic supplies, now I’m just adding unnecessary costs for them. Don’t get me started with the looks of pity they give me either.

“Thank you both but, please don’t go spending so much on me.”

“But we have to find something you can eat, you’ll just be a… It’s not good for you to starve!”

That - that’s the closest any of them have gotten to saying it outright, they really do just see me as a burden - they aren’t even trying to hide it now. No wonder I’ve always been kept to the side in any fights, Hyrule can’t heal me so I’d just be deadweight if I got hurt, I can’t fight like they can really all I’m good for is as a meat shield to defend them from magic. “Hey [name], are you alright? You zoned out a bit there…”

“Oh, yeah I just - I think I just need to have some time alone if that’s alright? I’ll make sure to stay in distance of the camp.”

“As long as you’re careful and not there too long, I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll tell the others for you.”

I hope he doesn’t.

He seemed content with how I nodded at him, so I should be in the clear to go and just vanish for a while even if it’s just to pretend I’m not causing them issues for a little while.

It doesn’t feel like it takes me long to get to a nice place to sit, so it should still be pretty close to camp - not that they should be worried for me. Somewhere nice and open to sit next to a gentle babbling brook, it’s calm and I’m alone, everything I need at the moment.

Shit - how did I not see a sleeping lynel!? No no, not now I don’t even have a weapon! … What if I did kill it though - their parts can be sold for a fortune… I could pay my way and prove I’m not just useless. Even if I don’t - well they won’t have to worry about me in that case.

It hasn’t seemed to notice me yet, maybe there’s a chance I can come back from it. If I just stay low and as silent as I can then I should be able to jump it.

Stay quiet, take its weapon. Wow, that’s a lot lighter than Wild makes it out to be. Now to just - Just go for its neck! I - I actually managed to slit its throat!

IT’S STILL ALIVE!?

Okay. OKAY! Its movements are sluggish and it seems to be bleeding out so just get away from it -

Why - why can’t I feel my arm properly? Why is my shoulder so wet all of a -! The pain hit harder than a truck every nerve on my left side feels like it’s being set ablaze, there wasn’t a single hope of keeping in the scream I just let out, one I didn’t even realise had ripped its way from my throat. Tilting my head down to see the cause; suddenly my body feeling nothing but raw visceral pain suddenly makes a lot more sense than before. The stupid thing cut half through my shoulder with my arm now hanging limply by my side.

“[NAME]! WHAT ARE YOU DOING - YOU’VE BEEN MISSING FOR HOURS - WHAT Did you - [name]!?”

Wars is here..? Didn’t Wild say I was going off for a bit? Why would he be looking for me? I can’t be worth so much that he’d go off on his own to look for me.

“Oh goddesses [name] what - no, no, no stay awake, you’ve got to stay with me darling.”

“‘m awake… ‘m - still ‘ere…”

Is that really what I sound like right now… I sound so slurred… like - like how people on tv sounded when they were. Oh.

I’m bleeding out and delirious then, no wonder Wars is ‘here’, he’s just my brain giving me one last happy memory before I kick the bucket. Isn’t that wonderful, to spend my last moments hallucinating my unreciprocated crush caring for me. Closing my eyes feels all too easy, even when I’m about to drift off it still feels as if he’s holding me, maybe this won’t be too bad?

“[Name] don’t you DARE close your eyes, you - I’m not losing anyone else I care about - I can't lose you… I haven't even-”

A harsh slap to the face after a shaky breath - one that feels all too real - has me reconsidering things, the feeling of something tears dropping onto my face is the thing that finally has me opening my eyes despite how hard it is to do so.

“I - I have some bandages, a potio- no that’s not going to help you I’ve got bandages I just need you to talk to me while I use them, so I know you aren’t close to passing out. You’re going to make it out of this - I need you to make it out of this.”

The agony of him adjusting my arm to bind it, well it’s proof that I am still very much alive. If he really wants me to talk… well then I might as well try to get some answers out of him.

“Why - why ‘re you - wh’ ‘d you come lookin’ fr me?”

“You - vanished for hours without a word, did you really think none of us would get worried? Even if none of the others would, I will always come for you.”

“Hm’ wild said he w’s gonna tell the rs’ o’ you… b’sides ‘m just a burden ‘nt I? Wil’ pretty muh said i’.”

“...Wild. but why would he risk - he wouldn’t put you in the… Don’t worry about what wild says he’s lying, you’re not a burden, even if you were. You’re one I would choose to carry every day for the rest of my life without a single regret. Don’t let what he says get to you, darling.”

Murderous, that’s the best way I could hope to describe the look on his face, it’s like he wants wild dead. His bandages seem to have stopped the bleeding though, so while I still feel lightheaded I should live as long as the wound doesn’t get infected.

“Wai’ why’r you callin’ me darlin’? ‘M not - you’r…”

A little smirk crossed his face then barely lasting long enough for me to just notice it before it was replaced by concern, did I forget something, I mean it’s not impossible that I also hit my head right? Right?

“But you’re my partner, honeybee, we’ve been together for a few days now - you - you can’t have forgotten that right? If that’s the only price for you surviving, I mean we can always just make better memories. You - You’re still alive and that’s the most important thing.”

Well that’s not impossible, I know I’ve had feelings for him for a while so if he did ask I would’ve said yes…

“We can remake the memories later after you recover. You know I’m so glad that human blood flows slower than ours, those precious few extra seconds are literally lifesaving.”

He’s just babbling to himself now, must’ve been stressed over me; now that I’m safer it’s all just draining out of him. The way he’s clinging to me and shaking shows that fairly well too, like he doesn’t plan to let me out of his arms for a long while.

“Please never do this ever again, I don’t even know what you were planning but you could’ve died [name], you could’ve died and I wouldn’t have had a chance to say goodbye. Please you have to explain why when you’re better. Please promise me you’ll tell me why.”

“I will Wars, I swear.”

“...That’s all I needed to hear, thank you darling.”

#linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #humans are space orcs #kinda #feels appropriate still <3 #this is the heaviest angst I've written so far lol #moss✦writes #lu warriors x reader #lu warriors #yandere link

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intheshadowsbehindyou · 7 months

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Could you do the mercs with an s/o who is like- almost comically short?

Oh boy wouldn’t it be a shame if this anon asked me to do a size difference nsfw headcanons one next? Wink wink.

Mercs with an S/O who’s a small menace to society

WARNING: Older bigger men bullying the ever living shit out you. (kinda hot though?)

Scout:

- Scout will not hesitate to make fun of you at every given moment. He’s a decently tall dude so he’ll manhandle you a lot. Holding you in his arms like a personal teddy bear. Overall walking around with you in his arms.

- You bite his arms when you’re bored and he flinches and goes “Ow! What are you? A fuckin’ goblin?!” (Doesn’t he know? The smaller you are, the closer you are to hell.)

- “I could probably slug you into the stratosphere y’know.” He says. You don’t want to test that theory.

- When he’s upset he’ll pick you up, go into his quarters and lay there with you in his arms. Just like the aforementioned teddy bear analogy. If you’re screeching and biting like a fucked up chihuahua that doesn’t deter him.

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Soldier:

- Keeps giving you petnames like “Boot.” “Little one.” “Rat bastard.” (Ignore that last one.) and cheesy shit like that. Treats you how a rich middle aged white woman would treat her teacup pig. You’re being strapped to his back in a baby carrier while he rocket jumps.

- Gets incredibly rough with you on purpose. He likes seeing your squeaks and angry reactions. This guy definitely has a height difference thing. Throws you at enemy lines at like mach 20 knowing full well you’ll shred them like a fucking gremlin. Or stuffs you into his rocket launcher. Pick your evil.

- Lies about you being younger in order to pay less in restaurants. He somehow gets away with this 90 percent of the time. Spy is kind of envious that he didn’t even think of that.

- “NO! WAIT! DONT SHOOT! HANGFIRE! CHILD ON BATTLEFIELD!” He raises you above his head. You’re unbelievably pissed. You’re a grown ass adult. But the enemy lines somehow hesitate which abides him time to blow everyone up. He has no reason to be this smart about your height.

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Demoman:

- The first time he saw you he burst out laughing. Really hard. Like nearly fell over and shit. He couldn’t stop laughing like actually. It took him days to even approach you properly and finally call you adorable.

- Picks you up when you can’t reach something off the top shelf and instead of helping you get it, he just sits you atop the shelf and leaves you there. They have to call either Heavy or Sniper in order to get you down.

- You take advantage of your height and perch on his shoulders like a parrot. The other mercs don’t understand why Demoman has a pet gremlin.

- “Er’ is my crotch goblin Y/N. They’re gonna bite your dick off if ye cap this point lad!” You can’t say you disagree with that.

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Engineer:

- A romantic partner whose tinier than him? Sign him the fuck up. Cradles you like a baby and kisses your head. Bounces you on his lap to soothe you. Expect a lot of sitting outside on the rocking chair at night while he rocks you in a blanket.

- You make grabby hands to him for uppies and he feels like he’s not allowed to say no. “Aww, sugarplum…” He cooes, setting down whatever he was working on and lifting you up into his arms. He might tickle your tummy if you’re fine with that :)

- Picks you up by the scruff of your uniform like a mother cat when you’re misbehaving. He will stare in amusement if you struggle.

- “Careful outside on the Badlands, darlin.. Never know when one of ‘em damn condors might be circling you.” You can’t decide if you want to kiss this man or kill him.

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Heavy:

- You’re literally so small he’s scared of accidentally stepping on you or something. Always has to wiggle his way around you in the base corridors and mutter what you assume to be an apology in Russian. What you don’t know is that he’s actually cursing out the Administrator for hiring such a tiny Merc. What if you get squashed by falling debris or something?

- HE PICKS YOU UP WITH ONE HAND. YOU ARE IN HIS FUCKING FIST. YOU ARE BEING HELD LIKE AN ICE CREAM CONE.

- Treats you like a fucking stress ball. scoops you up in his hands and squishes your cheeks. Lays you on his lap like a small kitten belly up. No amount of biting or awful demon noises will ever convince him to do otherwise. Chuckles lovingly at your tiny anger. “Little, little, little. Tiny like the ant.” He baby talks you.

- Due to your height it’s impossible to bother him. Unlike the others. You can gnaw at his ankles and scratch at his chest but he remains unmoved like a large boulder. Threatens to splat you against the wall like one of those rubber toys and turn you into a pancake.

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Pyro:

- In his point of view you’re actually terrifying. He doesn’t know why. But you stand out from the rest in their beloved Pyroland. You’re a creature from the primordial depths of hell that has come to eat their soul. You’re uncanny as shit.

- When they meet you for the first time it takes for godamn ever for the Mercs to finally figure out why Pyro was behaving so erratically and out of character. Engineer finally convinces poor Pyro to speak to you and it doesn’t end up in vain. You’re actually a pleasant scary monster.

- Spies don’t scare them. Pyro can kill spies with no effort. But you? Holy shit. Sometimes he doesn’t hear you come up behind them and this usually leads to Pyro spontaneously crying because you startled them. (Your team’s Spy is VERY envious of this.)

- You think this is great! You decide to play a prank on them by crawling on all fours down the dark hallway. Pyro looks like a deer in headlights. All tensed up like a cat attempting to look bigger. Two seconds later the entire base is on fire. You have to explain yourself to the other Mercs how this happened and it’s embarrassing.

- Whenever you kill someone on the battlefield it’s horrific shrieking mixed in with fleshy eating sounds.

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Sniper:

- Calls you stuff like “Baby bear.” Mostly because he purposely holds you like a mama koala in his camper van’s bed and in the sniper nests. You cling to his lap and listen to his heartbeat while he scopes out the window.

- Same as scout to some extent. Carries you around wherever he goes and holds you like a plush doll. “Easy there on the lil’ daggers, mate.” You keep digging into his skin to hold steady.

- Growls at you when you bite him. Something about you both is evil and animalistic. Bites you back on your “scruff” when you bother him too much. He wants to shake you around in his teeth like a fucking chewtoy but he knows full well that might accidentally kill you. Has straight up cute aggression around you.

- Sniper your furry is showing. Helen, get yo fuckin dog bitch.

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Medic:

- “Well it seems you stopped growing at a certain age. That typically is due to genetics and other factors.” He says after looking at X-rays of your finger bones. Tracing his finger over the image of your growth plates as he squints to see better. He fixes his glasses back up on his nose and scratches his chin.

- He gives you a mischievous side smile. It’s unsettling. He secretly finds the size difference incredibly attractive. He tells you to take the lead vest off and waves his hand dismissively when you question his creepy expression. “What?! It is just my usual smile. I always look like this.”

- You’re not convinced. You take the vest off and straighten your team uniform a bit to get yourself situated. Without warning he grabs you by the wrist as you attempt to leave. “Ah-ba-ba-ba! I didn’t say you could go yet.” He pulls you against his chest. Forcibly. His natural heat was causing your heart beat out of your chest. He kneeled down and wrapped his arms around you. Cupping a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t move.

- The way you were (in theory) powerless was exhilarating for him. He placed his free hand on your chest and marveled in your heartbeat. Really? That’s all he wanted? Medic let out a long pleasured sigh. “Oh, that’s gooood.” He feels like he could potentially hold your tiny heart in a cute little decorated specimen jar but that would kill you, sadly. Can’t have that.

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Spy:

- Has unimaginable amounts of trauma from his father figure and you help him cope with said trauma a lot by being small. He deeply regrets passing by the chance of raising Scout. That in-and-itself was also a traumatic experience for him. Whenever it isn’t romantic lovey dovey adult time you lay in his arms and he looks over your adorable small body with adoration in his eyes.

- He rubs your small cheek and although he’s still frowning like always — you know full well this man is losing his mind on the inside. This was oddly healing for him. He felt butterflies in his chest as he gave you the love that his family never gave him. Jesus christ, somebody get this man a silicone baby or some shit. And a therapist. Mostly a therapist.

- He has no idea how to baby you to be honest. No fucking clue and he isn’t great at this. He does what he’s seen people do before in public. Wrap you in a blanket and pats your back. He says nothing as he does this. “There’s a scared little boy behind that mask isn’t there?” You ask him lovingly.

- He avoids eye contact after you say that. Looking away shamefully. His mouth twitches. You put your head under his chin contently.

- He stalks you and monitors you on the battlefield. Ready to stab the ever living crap out of anyone who overpowers you. In a particularly rough situation with an enemy heavy he risks his own life to backstab the opponent. You batter him for being too bold and exclaim that he could’ve killed himself. But Spy side eyes you, fixing his tie and cloaking away. He was secretly proud of himself that he had finally managed to protect somebody smaller than him. To make up for all the times he wasn’t there for Scout.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #medic x reader #spy x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #pyro x reader #sniper x reader #there’s no way in hell i’m taking this ask seriously i’m sorry anon #there was a chance and I took it

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hatt0riart · 10 months

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I WANTED TO MAKE MORE THAN JUST THIS but it took like. a week to get done and im sick these days

anyways in light of mk1's nonsense i revisited some koncepts i had for a roleswap au. i took hanzo's inspiration from a mix of mkx and mk11 outfits and kuai i kind of just winged it based off my own preferences in past appearances!!

more rambling is under the cut about the actual AU :-]

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ART ON ANY OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA OR CROP THEM FOR ICONS. THANK YOU!

SO I HAVE NOT ACTUALLY DEVELOPED THIS BEYOND SOME OLD SKETCHES I HAD OF KUAI'S DESIGN but i had some general ideas of how this was supposed to work???

the shirai ryu is still alive and well! he's still a family man and very clan oriented. satoshi is still born and grows into his clan's responsibilities, however harumi dies in child birth.

the lin kuei on the other hand is Not Doing Well. they end up getting wiped out during a raid from the shirai ryu and most of kuai's immediate family (whether by choice or blood) ends up going down with them.

prior to this kuai ends up passing after a failed mission to retrieve the map of elements from the shaolin temple in an attempt to prove himself to his clan. (instead of bi-han being the one set on that path, kuai ends up taking the initiative instead WAY before he's ready without anyone's knowledge and ends up dying when met with scorpion.)

most of it is similar how it is in actual canon for how scorpion's story goes. he gets resurrected he pledges loyalty to quan chi in order to get revenge, blah blah blah. mortal kombat happens. the two meet again at some point.

kuai's still on that "you killed my family" juice but its...more so about familial ties (like bi-han and smoke) rather than it being the love(s) of his life (like hanzo's wife and son) , seeing as he died young from his own overzealous nature.

very much has anger issues. he's impatient and has alot shorter of a temper by comparison to scorpion in the original canon. hardly ever humbled until that point lol

hanzo on the other hand is surprisingly more lax. meditates often, drinks alot of tea and while he *IS* stressed he handles it alot better than kuai does. maybe has a problem of ignoring his problems though for the sake of the task at hand.

kuai ends up harassing hanzo alot in this AU even outside of the tournament. he's kind of a bitchy ghost there to remind hanzo of what happened to him and lowkey hanzo guilts over it.

kuai has alot of grim reaper motifs in his design. he carries a scythe made of ice primarily and fights at a more long distance range.

hanzo on the other hand is alot more of an up close brawler. he keeps alot of design traits from mkx with a bit of mk11 sprinkled in for inspiration of his "classic" design.

STILL A PYROMANCER!! i just havent thought out how. he's just regarded with a bit more respect for having those unnatural abilities lol

but yeah this is just me spitballing in bullet points. i'm hoping to make more stuff later that is a bit more...thought out properly but it follows more of like

mk mythologies --> mk9 -> mkx

type of timeline i guess? except hanzo is in bi-han's position and kuai ends up being put in scorpion's. bi-han doesn't really have a place in the AU outside of being a background character and driving motive for kuai's vengeance later on. (though we're not gonna talk about how bi-han's mentality eventually fed into kuai's at a young age and made him come to the conclusions he did before he died.... maybe.)

smoke exists for the sake of painful flashbacks lol

satoshi's also a bg character but he does end up growing up with the shirai ryu and takes on his own share of clan responsibilities. idk whether or not he takes after hanzo's pyromancy or not in this AU but either way he grows up to be a well respected figure in the clan!

alot of stuff outside of this remains the same though, just the lin kuei and shirai ryu's dynamics get swapped.

ANYWAYS YEAH IF YOU READ THRU ALL THIS THANKS FOR READING BYEEEE (i'll be adding to this au more later on when i finish my other sketches lol)

#mortal kombat #au #mortal kombat au #mk #mk1 #mkx #mk11 #mk9 #sub zero #scorpion #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #roleswap au #subscorp #subscorp roleswap au

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rogersideup · 10 months

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter eleven

Courage

Series masterlist

Previous Part: The Snap Next Part: Homecoming

Word Count: 5,845

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of loss, abuse, PTSD, anxiety and depression.

Steve was enraged.

Even after Thanos dusted away half of all living things, blipping away half of all of his loved ones he still didn't feel quite this angry.

He was pretty sure that if he was an animated character, his skin would be firetruck red with puffs of dark grey smoke blowing out of his ears. There would be squiggly black marks around his feet as they quickly stomped across the compound showing how the force of his steps rattled the ground with every stride, effectively and dramatically carrying him to exactly where he needed to be.

The second Steve opened his mouth, the words in the white speech bubble above his head would be replaced by numbers, punctuation marks and octothorps. He had nothing nice to say, and his voice would only come out at one volume until he got exactly what he wanted. Loud.

This anger all started the second his phone dedicated to you rang and he was met with chaos and clinking gun metal on the other line. He heard the familiar clicks of handcuffs, he heard your cries and the questions you were asking out of fear.

He heard the way you weren't read your Miranda Rights, he could tell they had wrongly used force and pulled weapons on you. He didn't even know who they were at first.

So he enlisted the help of Natasha, one of the only other people living at the compound with him at the moment that was available to help him track you down. It took a few days, and every passing moment made him feel sick to his stomach knowing every minute he didn't know how to help you was a minute you were in the custody of some branch of government that was obviously in some sort of power trip.

On the morning of day three of the search, Nat peeled herself away from the laptop for a little while to take a shower and properly get ready for the day right after Steve did, then she came rushing back into the private sector office area with a spring in her step.

"Rogers, you're never going to believe who I just found." She declared with urgency. Steve's head popped up, eyes wide and hopeful. "Just passed by intake, they were booking her."

"Like... HERE?!" Steve questioned, jumping out of his seat faster than she could even answer the question.

"Yeah, literally downstairs." She followed his fast steps down the corridors.

"You're telling me shield agents were the ones who did that to her?" He asked again, smoke building up in his head.

"Go easy on em' Cap, you know they're just following orders." Nat tried to ease his anger. "You know they had to respond to a report."

"They didn't have to respond with a bigger crime than the one she committed in the first place." He puffed, stomps growing louder, fists wound tightly.

By the time he made it to intake, he slammed the door open with enough force to make everyone in the lobby jump out of their own skin. Natasha was surprised it managed to stay on the hinges.

His voice projected loudly, bouncing off each starkly white wall, booming enough to break the florescent lightbulbs above head.

Nat approached the front desk and tapped her nails against the wood, letting her head rest in her hand while she waited for Steve to be done yelling at everyone around him so she could talk some actual legal sense into these imbeciles.

To her surprise, Steve was actually making really good points, using really big words, and his knowledge on the legal side of what was actually here lined up. Which made her job easier in turn, but she was ready to bargain for you nonetheless.

Fourty five minutes.

That's how long it took for Steve to chew out everyone directly involved in the whole ordeal. Every detail he got out of the circumstance in which you were detained made him progressively more and more angry.

Natasha did eventually take over after those forty five minutes and used every detail she just learned, every broken rule in the sun and threw it right back in their faces. Jobs we're lost, livelihoods we're threatened, and a chain reaction was sure to ensue the moment they got their hands on some help from Rhodey.

He vowed to help start an investigation on the corrupt agents that did that to you.

Once Steve ensured you were free to go with a complete scrubbed criminal record including that one speeding ticket you got for going 35 in a 25 zone, he calmed down to a more reasonable state of being.

The smoke from his ears was now nothing but red in his cheeks with little white diagonal lines emphasizing the crease in his angry brow.

Steve and Nat sat heavy in seats like stone while they continued on further. The government needed to make up for what they did to you, and quite honestly, they owe you one for keeping one of its greatest protectors safe for so long in the first place.

At the hour and a half mark, a deal came into agreement, and Steve was squirming in his seat to go and rescue you from the holding room he knew you were locked up in.

It was so hard for him to know you were just down the hall and not be able to go sweep you off your feet and try to put a bandage over the damage he had inadvertently caused you.

This was his fault. And his own mind made sure to remind him of that over and over and over again.

If it weren't for his lack of control around you, you would've been innocent and happy baking cookies and living a life in which none of this was ever even a possibility for you. The least he could've done was be an advocate for your innocence, and get you home.

What he didn't stop to consider was that you were absolutely terrified. Actually, terrified could only describe the surface level of emotions you were feeling.

It had been three days since any of your needs were met all the while being manipulated by people much more powerful than you, and triggered by the behaviors of the men who had you in custody.

You didn't even know where you were, not the building, not the city, not the state. You hadn't eaten anything the entire time you were in custody, and anytime you even tried to sip on water, you couldn't hold back your sobs long enough to choke it down.

There was a lot of time to process your arrest. It was the first time in your life you had even seen a gun in person, let alone have 6 fully automatic weapons pointed directly at you all at once. Harsh hand prints were bruised onto your shoulders, waist, and all over your arms. Your knees were bruised and scraped, your entire face hurt from crying for so long, your back was thrown out, and you were just exhausted.

Along side not eating or drinking, you also weren't sleeping much. It was taking a physical toll on your body.

You also had time to ponder if your time with Steve was worth all of this, because when it all started you thought you were facing county jail and a fine. Not being abducted by the government and starved. You determined that he was worth every star in the sky, and you'd put up with this for as long as your body would allow it to.

But you couldn't deny that the time and distance apart from him was making you feel as though you were so tiny and insignificant in the world he lived in. And if he was out there somewhere, you doubted that you even took up space in his mind anymore. So much of your life had changed since he left, and every day you feel further and further from that girl he loved once upon a time, and all things considered, you were just you.

He wasn't just him. He was a superhero, a role model, a life saver, a war fighter. If your life had significantly changed for you as an every day civilian, you could only imagine he also felt like a whole different person than the man you loved too. He was on the front line, and you were in the very back line.

It wasn't his fault that you felt so far away from him, honestly, it was probably yours. Pushing yourself further and further away from the truth that losing him in your daily life had led you towards so much pain.

You were quite literally at your lowest, hungry and crying on the floor of a temporary cell you were pretty sure was just supposed to be an interrogation room.

There was a table and a chair in there, but you didn't feel safe enough to even sit in the stainless steel trap. You stayed curled up in the corner, desperately trying to stay awake. Jumping at every sound, flinching at every passing footstep, uncontrollably crying at every agent who came in to talk to you.

Every once in a while there would be hours in between anyone coming to check on your state of being, and you'd convince yourself it was better that way. Anything was better than being transported and man handled again.

No matter how scared you were, at some point your body completely shut down and forced your mind to sleep, only to be woken up hours later by a slam so loud it shook the ground and yelling you could hear loud and clear through the door.

The anger and volume in which the shouting happened caused your whole body to tremble like a chihuahua in one of those sad shelter commercials.

Convincing yourself to just breathe through the fear, you were able to pick up a few phrases that made you stop thinking about everything but those words entirely.

"My criminal record was fully scrubbed, there's no reason for her to be punished for anything she did. It doesn't matter anymore."

"You guys are treating her like she killed people, all she did was treat me kindly"

"Lay your hands on her one more time and I swear on everything that I'll bust her out of there and never come back."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, and you didn't want to believe what your gut was telling you. And if it was who you thought it was, you never imagined you'd hear him shouting like that.

Not wanting to believe either of those possibilities were true, not wanting to get your hopes up or become even more hurt, you covered your ears with your cuffed hands and hid your face in your injured knees.

When the time came and an agent placed the key to your cuffs into Steve's palm, he started walking towards your holding room faster that he's ever walked before. Natasha stayed behind and decided to wait in the lobby to give the two of you space.

Getting Steve to talk about you was like pulling teeth, and that's exactly how Nat knew the extent of how precious you were to him. If she hadn't previously met you, she didn't know if at this point she would even be aware of your existence.

When you heard steps approaching, and saw shadows of feet under the door, you covered your ears tighter, and sunk your face deeper into your legs.

You hated the sound of the security code being typed into the keypad, and you despised the click of the door unlocking and opening even more.

But when it did, just as always you cried a little harder, and flinched at the approaching footsteps. This time was different though, as you waited for an agent to start yelling at you, it never happened.

Steve's heart broke as he opened the door and saw you curled up in the corner. This wasn't the happy reunion he had dreamed of since the moment he left, but it was even more bitter sweet than saying goodbye to you.

You had been through a lot and all on your own, arguably more than him. You were smack dab in the middle of one of the biggest traumas of your life, all while being triggered by passed events.

He understood that he was probably one of the last people you wanted to see right now, he even understood that you would be terrified of him right off the bat. You had just listened to him rudely yelling at everyone under the sun for a while, one of your biggest triggers and fears was loud, disruptive men.

The second he stepped in he considered turning right around and getting Natasha to come remove your cuffs and bring you up to their private sector. Maybe you'd feel less on edge around a woman, especially one you trusted and had bonded with once before. But he also didn't want you to feel ignored by him, he didn't want you realizing you were in his place of living without seeing his face or being made comfortable by him.

So he did his best to take the most gentle approach he could. He closed the door behind him so softly it wouldn't make a sound, he walked so carefully as to not make a single thud with his food as if he was sneaking up on an enemy in battle.

Every step closer he took, you could still tell someone was in the room with you, so you tried to push yourself deeper into the corner hoping it would swallow you whole and you'd completely disappear.

You physically couldn't get yourself to look up until someone unusual happened. Whoever was in the room with you had cautiously sat on the floor in front of you and settled in.

"Hey, Sunflower" The calm and comforting voice filled your ears.

Your eyes snapped open, full body chills rushed over your skin as you peaked through your eyelashes, still unwilling to lift your head. In front of you sat Steve, you had never felt so much relief in your entire life for a multitude of reasons.

He looked different. A clean shaven face and a shorter hair cut, scar on his forehead, his usual street ware was replaced with jeans and a nice button down flannel. You assumed this version of him was a lot more typical than the version of him you knew, but he was still so handsome this way.

"I'm so sorry this happened" He apologized, his voice even quieter and more comforting than before. "Is it okay if I take your handcuffs off?"

It had been awhile since you spoken a single word, and right now you didn't even know what to say to him.

Although you knew he would never hurt you, and you were relieved to have him with you now, your brain still wanted to push everyone away. It was in flight or fight, and getting it to listen to your heart saying that he was safe to be around was hard.

But he knew that, and that's why he was maintaining a gentle approach. He vividly remembered that night he got a glimpse of the full extent in which men in your life had scarred you. He knew you'd need some time to warm up, you needed your needs met, you needed a few hours to not feel so scared anymore.

You nodded before reluctantly letting go of the sides of your face and holding your wrists out to him. Steve reached out slowly and unlocked the mechanism allowing them to pop open. He gently took them off your wrists and put them on the floor, revealing your irritated red skin beneath where they once clung to your body.

"Gosh, they put those on so tight" He winced looking at your wrists. "Does it hurt?"

You nodded once again, your tears now fell because you forgot what it was like to be around someone who genuinely cared about you.

"Can I?" He asked, sticking his hands out towards yours.

You hesitantly placed your shaky hands in each of his, desperately trying to get your mind to recognize that he wasn't going to hurt you, trying so hard to think of any words you could say to him.

He very delicately moved his hands upwards to your wrist, and carefully massaged where the cuffs once were. It felt so nice, you wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor.

"Does that feel better?" He questioned with a worried expression on his face. When you nodded once more, he continued. "Do you know anything about where you are?"

This time you shook your head.

"You're in New York, upstate." He explained to you. "This is a criminal intake center meant for agent interrogation here at the Avengers Compound. I live in this building but I had no clue you were here until an hour and a half ago."

You slowly lifted your head but kept your eyes fixed on your wrists in his hands. Teeny tiny baby steps, but it made him happy.

"I was looking for you since you called, came down as soon as I heard." He continued. "I got it all squared away for you, okay? You don't have to worry about anything. Your criminal record has been completely scrubbed, and you're free to go."

You finally made eye contact, then your mind went crazy again. You didn't have an ID on you, no money, no cards, not even a phone or access to a computer. Then the words finally came to you in a moment of worry. "I don't know how to get home"

"It's okay" he reassured you. "When you're ready and if you're okay with it, I'll bring you to my place. We'll get you settled and I'll fly you home. Is that alright?"

"Thank you" You cried, the words came out broken.

"I'm so sorry." He apologized again. "I'm disgusted by the way this was handled, this should've never happened."

"Not your fault" You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head.

"And I'm sorry you had to hear me yelling like that, I know that probably scared you. I know it'll take some time to settle down from all of this, but I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'll make it happen, okay?"

"It's okay" Your voice still broken.

The more he spoke, the more you calmed down. You felt almost immediately safer and more grounded in his presence, everything you were worried about before had flown out of the window. He was exactly the same, and it started to feel like no time had passed at all.

The more fear that left your body, the more you wanted to hug him, kiss him, just have him in your arms again. But honestly you felt disgusting and definitely didn't look the best.

"Are you alright, did they hurt you?" He asked, feeling genuinely concerned about the way the agents handled you.

You nodded before rolling up the loose sleeve of your hoodie, revealing the marks your body was littered in. A darkness settled in his eyes as he took in the state of your body, then you lifted the hem of show him the small of your waist, also covered in black and blue hand prints.

"If they didn't already lose their jobs, I'd be losing mine right about now." He admitted his anger. "Do you feel like you need some medical help? We have private doctors, they're very nice. I could stay with you the whole time."

Your heart warmed that he remembered another one of your fears, but you still shrugged. "I don't know what I need."

"That's okay" He continued massaging your wrists. "How about we get you out of here and more comfortable at my place then we'll reassess in a bit?"

You nodded in agreement, feeling so thankful that this mess was over and that Steve lived so close. Just as you were about to get up, he slipped in more comforting words.

"I know this is an awful circumstance, but I really am so happy to see you." He admitted.

You slid your wrists out of his hold to grab his hands with yours instead. "I'm happy to see you too" You nodded, more tears falling down your cheeks. "I didn't really even know if you were alive until now."

His eyes softened as he realized he hadn't been seen in the public eye since Thanos snapped, and all his attempts to reach out to you had failed in one way or the other. You didn't even get to know that he did answer the phone when you called.

"I'm so sorry" he cautiously apologized. "You can't get rid of me that easily"

"Thank goodness for that"

Steve stood up and held his hands out for you, you took them once more and he very carefully helped you up. You stumbled upon standing, getting used to being up on your own feet again while feeling so weak from lack of anything in your body, but you caught your balance.

"I've got you" Steve reassured once again. "Everyone is gone by the way, it's just Natasha out there waiting for us."

"What happened to everyone else?" You asked, trying hard not to externally flinch every time Steve moved, his hand cautiously and lightly resided on your lower back. You could tell he was worried that you would fall or else he definitely wouldn't be touching you right now.

"Getting fired" Steve answered honestly, guiding you out of the door.

As you stepped out of the room and turned the corner of the hallway out into the main reception area, you saw Natasha who lit up with a warm smile.

"Sugar cookie, you poor thing" She approached, reaching out to you slowly, squeezing your shoulders before tucking some of your hair behind your ears. "I'm so happy you're okay."

The nickname reminded you of Sam that one night that felt like lifetimes ago, and it pulled your lips upwards into the tiniest smile that prevailed through the tears.

"It's nice to see you again, Nat" You tried to keep up the smile in attempts to be warm to someone who meant a lot to Steve, but it was impossibly hard. "Thanks for the help."

"Of course, anytime." Nat nodded, stepping in front of you to lead you back to their home.

No matter how exciting a grand tour of the fucking Avengers Compound would've been for a small town girl like you, there was an unspoken agreement that now was not the time.

Steve didn't even really find it appropriate to show you around the living space yet before ushering you straight to his room, and getting you set up for the only thing you could actually express want for which was a shower.

After some reassurance that he would be right there waiting for you when you were done, you let hot water calm you before changing into the comfort of Steve's clothes and shyly walking into his room.

It was a lot bigger than you had anticipated, and so much cozier that you thought was possible in a building that felt so cold and mechanical. And just as promised, he was there for you. He sat on his bed, back against the headboard, laptop in front of him and he was talking to someone on the phone.

You listened as you slowly walked over, still feeling like your guard was up and three miles high.

"Yes, we have her." Steve said. "I can confirm she's very much alive and doing okay- relatively unharmed... yes sir.... I'll have her home soon. Yes sir... okay, thank you."

He hung up the phone and put it on his bedside before closing his laptop and doing the same, then all his attention was back on you with a kind grin across his lips.

Unexpectedly to Steve, you walked right up to him. He looked at you with a little concerned pinch in his eyebrows before you got on the bed and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

"Awwwww" Steve audibly cooed, uncontrollably smiling and very cautiously wrapping his arms around your back. "Sweet girl."

"I missed you, baby." You said quietly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"I missed you too, so so much" He rubbed comforting stripes down your spine. "I'm so happy to have you here. Are you starting to feel better?"

"A little" You confirmed.

Just in the very short amount of time you've spent since reuniting, even in your scared, clouded brain you could see the guilt looming over Steve and Natasha's heads. You didn't even know if you should bring up what happened, or how to even begin asking him how life has been treating him since the last time you were together.

"It's gonna take some time." He told you as a reminder to keep being easy on yourself. "I just got off the phone with the chief of police in Greenwood, apparently nobody filled them in on the situation so there's been a search party out for you for two days now."

"Can we just tell everyone I was kidnapped?" You asked, half joking. "That's easier than what actually happened."

"I would 100% count that as an abduction."

"And I was saved by Captain America and Black Widow."

Steve giggled and pressed a kiss into your temple. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, fully letting each others bodies comfort your minds as the passed few months had been nothing but painful.

But you found the courage to lift your head and look at his face, your heart was beating out of your chest even just by really looking at him.

The fading scar, his big blue eyes, the bare cheeks you weren't used to seeing. It all told a story of what he had been through, and your couldn't even begin to grasp it. You were lying in the arms of a man who had just been hurt by the hands of the titan who destroyed half the universe. He had seen the unimaginable, been hurt by beings you'd never even come close to, fought battles for the sake of the universe with the two hands that were holding you close.

It suddenly felt so stupid to be so emotionally destroyed over the nature of your arrest, especially when he was looking right back at you.

"You look good, honey." You complemented, bringing your hand up to trace the scar on his forehead. "A lot different, but still so beautiful."

"I think you've gotten even prettier" Steve complemented.

"Wow, that's shocking" You genuinely smiled. "All I've been doing for the passed few months is staying inside and eating spicy Doritos."

"They're so much better than the normal ones" Steve commented.

"Right?!" You agreed. "Dare I ask you how you've been?"

Steve sighed, his lips pressed into a straight line. "I'll tell you all about it when you're in a little bit of a better place, but all you need to know about it right now is that after it happened I made sure you were still here the very second I could, then after that we just kept trying and haven't stopped since."

"So you've been busy?" You questioned, once again feeling warmed over his thoughtfulness and genuine care over your well-being.

"Yeah, I've been busy." he nodded. "And for whatever it's worth, I hope you've been okay despite what happened."

"I think we're all just trying our best, and that's all we can do."

Steve nodded, trying to think of words to acknowledge the Avengers failure. He promised they would keep you safe, and although you're right here in front of him, there was a 50% chance you could've been gone. Even after you survived the blip, you still were put in a situation that was unsafe by people who worked under the same wing as him. Not only did the Avengers fail, but he failed you.

Now you were here with him, in a place he never would've imagined you in. Your body covered in bruises and his sweatpants, red eyes and nose, and a sad facial expression that would take a while to dissolve.

He really thought that getting absolved of his crimes from the civil war would wash away the guilt he's always felt since as long as he could remember, but now he had a whole new criteria in front of him. A whole new binder stuffed full of pages written with ways he's fucked up, hurt and lost the people he loved. Each page was laminated and slotted into plastic sheet protectors just to make sure he never forgot what was said and done.

His mind ran away from him, guilt ate him away until he felt your soft lips on his and it pulled him right back. Closed eyes and a sigh of relief, being with you was the first time in a while he felt any sense of control. It was as though he was a helium balloon floating through the air, and you caught him and tied the string around your wrist.

"You tried your best, too." You reminded him, seeing his internal battle. Your lips brushing against his.

"We killed him." Steve blurted out. "We lost, but we killed him."

You sat up slightly, trying to process this information. It was obvious the public wasn't being informed of everything, and although Steve wanted to protect your peace, he just couldn't keep that information in.

"What?" You blinked, cocking your head to the side.

"Thanos." Steve confirmed. "We went to a planet that he was hiding away on and we killed him."

You weren't sure what he wanted you do get out of that information, or where he was going with it, but you tried your hardest to understand.

"I was just so... angry. I was thinking about you, and I lost Sam, Bucky- we thought if we got the stones back we could just snap again and everyone would come back but when we got there, they were destroyed. We missed them by one day." Steve explained. "That was our second and only chance, we failed twice. Thor took his head clean off."

"Steve-" you started, but he cut you off.

"We're not giving up but spirits have been very low, morale around here has never been so drab, and I think that's why those agents took their anger out on you. Everyone is just angry."

"Im not angry." You told him.

"I'm sorry" Steve apologized, shaking his head. "You've been through hell and back recently, and I feel like all of it has been because of me, and I'm sorry for that."

"None of this is your fault" You denied. "And I'd do it a thousand times over for you, Honey. You tried your best, you've always done the best you've could and you've done great things because of it. I'm thankful for you."

"Who did you lose?" He asked.

"It doesn't matter" Just like he felt the need to protect you, you needed to protect him. "Not right now at least."

He nodded, understanding where you were coming from. "What is Greenwood like?"

"Well," you sat up more and grinned. "Everyone was very excited that good ol' Cap was in town so your driveway is full of love letters and flowers just for you."

"Awwwww, did Georgia leave me one too?" He joked.

You audibly laughed out loud, "the only thing Georgia sent you was me."

"No way" His eyes got big, mouth hung open.

"Way" you nodded.

"She reported us?" He questioned, stunned at this information.

"Then watched me get taken away, drinking tea like it was a bucket of popcorn at the movie theater." You explained.

"That little-" Steve started, but stopped himself before puffing out a breath. "Ugh! Why!?"

You giggled at his discipline, "not everyone can handle all of your greatness, baby."

"Yeah, yeah." Steve rolled his eyes. "Should I go knock on her door when I get to Greenwood and tell her about how you were found innocent?"

"I think she would beat you with a fly swatter" You smiled.

"I've been shot a few times, I think it would be worth the beating to see the look on her face." Steve giggled.

"Always up to no good, baby." You shook your head with a playful grin.

"It's what I'm known for" Steve agreed.

"I have a question." You said shyly, hands playing with the fabric of his flannel button up.

"What's up?" He welcomed your curiosity.

"So, you're going to take me home but is there anyway you can stay? Even just for a day or two?" The thought of leaving him so soon after you had just got him back was hurting your heart.

"You know, I actually had a visit to Greenwood planned in a week? It was on the team calendar and everything." He told you.

"Really?" You smiled, just the thought made you happy.

"Yeah, I made myself unavailable for the Avengers for three weeks. I thought some time away from here and time with you would be good for me." He explained. "But I'll talk with the team and see if I can just extend it."

"Even if you can't, I'm more than happy now"

"I was thinking maybe you can stay the night here and I'll take you back tomorrow morning? I know it's been a long few days and you probably just want to go home but, if you think you need a doctor there's one just down the hall." He explained.

"Anything to spend more time with you" You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Maybe Georgia unknowingly did us a favor. Because know you're completely clean of any crime and we finally get a few more minutes." Steve grinned, kissing the top of your head.

"And when you come back to Greenwood we won't have to hide anymore." You pointed out.

"I'm so happy" Steve couldn't control his smile. "But I'll be even happier once I know you're okay."

"I'm feeling so much better now" You admitted. Hungry? Yes. Exhausted? Absolutely. But, "I always feel so safe when you're around."

"I love you so much" He held you just a little tighter, with more confidence it wasn't going to scare you.

"I love you too" You nuzzled into him.

"Okay, now let me catch you up on everything you need to know before being around the Avengers for a day..."

"Oh no" You settled in for what you assumed would be some interesting pointers as he reached for a throw blanket and put it over the two of you.

"They're an interesting bunch, well, half bunch...and there might be a talking Raccoon that comes around..."

Next Part: Homecoming

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axel-skz · 11 months

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I’m riding on my pain and tears

A/N: I KNOW THIS ISNT EVEN A LITTLE LIKE CHAN AND I WANNA DISCLOSE THAT! I just feel so absolutely shit right now so I’m pouring my emotions into this. I was trying to do the members in order with a fic each but my heart hurts so much right now so… here we are. I would recommend just listening to silent cry while reading this but for my little traditions sake, lets shuffle the music and see what song we get. We get… Piece of a puzzle. Damn. Ok then. I guess we can give silent cry a rest cus THIS SONG FITS PERFECTLY WITH THIS FIC TF?!

Summary: You play a risky prank on chan but a little too much comes out…

You came home one day and you had the best horrible idea ever. A friend of yours had a broken laptop and it was very similar to Chans. You were going to take his laptop and pretend to drop it down the stairs.

You were so scared to do it but he had been working non stop at home too. It was a prank anyway so why not right?

He got home and he looked so excited to carry on with his work. You guys had dinner and you asked him to just leave it and work tomorrow. But of course he didn’t. So, your prank would go ahead.

He started to set up his stuff and you went into his home office.

‘Please? Just today? We have time and we can watch a movie. Its been ages,’ you pouted.

‘I’m really sorry, I need to finish this song before the weekend. We can watch a movie when I’m done with it. That won’t be today though baby, I’m sorry.’

It hurt your heart a little that he would say no. He had been doing this for so long and the movie nights never came.

You leaned over and kissed him which made him close his eyes and as you pulled away, you took his laptop. He opened his eyes and concern flooded his face as he saw you take it.

‘What are you doing?’ He looked a little confused.

You went out in the hall, discreetly placed his laptop in a drawer and picked up the broken one. You closed the drawer and then made your way to the stairs. Chan followed you out and he saw you dangling the laptop over the stairs.

‘Y/N. What are you doing?’ He looked agitated. His concern was growing as he got more and more worried.

‘You don’t spend time with me anymore, if I get rid of this, you might.’

‘That won’t do anything, I’m sorry I’ve been so busy but this isn’t how we fix it.’ He edged closer.

You faked a sad look, ‘I can try atleast. It’s more then you have been doing.’

‘I’m sorry, I really am. Please? Let’s just go sit down and talk.’

‘You have been unfair to me, Channie. And I’m tired.’

‘Y/N, I’m sorry. I get caught up… I’ll do better… just don’t drop it.’

You faked dropping it and he jumped.

‘Please? Look, I said I’m sorry and I’m willing to work it out… just give it back… please?’

You turned and looked at the laptop then at him, ‘you know I’d never actually-’

You dropped it and acted like it slipped, you gasped as it fell. You didn’t even get time to turn and look at Chan because he was already running towards the laptop.

He shoved you out of the way and ran down the stairs. You fell back as he sped past. He ran down and picked up the laptop, trying to turn it on but it wouldn’t work.

‘I’m so sorry Chan… I didn’t mean to.. I swear it was-‘

‘Save it. I saw you let go.’

‘I didn’t! It slipped!’

He looked furious as he frantically tried everything to get it to work, not noticing it wasn’t his in the manic state. You felt bad so you started to get up and move to get his laptop.

‘Chan, I have-’

‘GOD! I knew you gave me a wierd feeling for a reason. I always had it in the back of my mind, they’re too immature, too self involved.’

Your heart dropped. He was too invested in the laptop to see you or realise what he was saying.

‘Even if I gave you the benefit of the doubt… I should’ve listened to the boys… if I’m an idiot… atleast they can advise me,’ he was now sat next to the laptop, head in hands.

You stood up properly and got the laptop from the drawer, tears clouding your eyes. You walked down the stairs and crouched next to him.

He stuck his hand out to try and shoo you away but you grabbed it and handed him the laptop.

His perfectly intact, functional, unbroken laptop. He was confused as he looked up to see what you had handed him. He looked at the laptop and his eyes widened.

‘What? Where? How?! What?!’

You looked with a straight face as you picked up the broken one, ‘belonged to my friend,’ you pointed to a sticker on the bottom.

You got up and started making your way up the stairs.

You knew this was a risky prank. It was kind of a cruel joke. But this isn’t what you expected to happen. Your whole world just fell apart.

‘Wait… Where are you going?’ Chan got up and looked up at you.

You looked back at him, ‘well, my self involved, immature brain says I should probably leave. So, that’s what I’m gonna do.’ You continued to make your way up as he came after you.

‘I was so mad! I didn’t mean anything I said!’

‘Oh no, it’s ok. I’ll put you and the other boys out of your misery.’

He ran up infront of you, ‘no, I’m sorry! I was really just angry!��

‘You know what sucks? I could have been saying that I loved you while you were actually thinking, ‘wow, what a mistake this was.’ I expect things like that from everyone else. All that BS. But not you. And even if you were thinking all that, to give me atleast the respect to tell me. That… you guys didn’t even like me… the whole time…’

‘I’m so-’ he tried to salvage something.

‘I’m not done. All I can think about now is the amount of times I left a room when hanging out with you guys. How you guys must’ve laughed about how clingy or annoying or immature I was… I’m sorry for that stupid prank but what you just said… broke everything…’

He looked so broken and so hurt. He looked around trying to find answers but he couldn’t come up with anything.

That was it, everything was now broken. Permanently.

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Now, I wanna just leave you with these I found on tik tok. Cus… yeah :) (the person who made them is tagged in the bottom corner, these images are not mine)

(A little message from me, I hope you’re all ok and if you’re not, I hope things get better for you. Its ok to cry and feel your feelings and I love you so much. Whether you are stay or not. Take care of yourself, please!? LIFE SUCKS BUTT but it sucks a little less because you’re here ;))

I DO NOT CONDONE DOING THIS PRANK TO A REAL PERSON! ITS A HORRIBLE THING TO DO TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE!

Part 2

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faust-the-enjoyer · 7 months

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Some Keegan fluff? Just how he'd realise he has a crush on reader, how he would confess to reader, his love language etc. Female reader if possible

I'm just obsessed with Keegan, I feel like he'd be a loser. I mean, he's at military most of the time, how would he get girls?

Anyways, feel free to ignore if you don't like this idea

Keegan+fluff!

Warnings: fem!reader, fluff, reader is a sergeant, mentions of alcohol, kissing, sfw (but minors dni!).

A/n: hope you like it and that it's fluffy enough! Also, everyone please never drink and drive, even if you're not intoxicated.

After a long day of work, you decided to go out for the night, wanting a cold drink and maybe to just talk to someone. You were walking down the hall when you spotted Keegan, you've known each other for a couple of months now, and he'd just finished talking to some soldier when you came closer. "Hey, what're you doing tonight huh? all dressed up.", he asks curiously, it's clear from your outfit that you're going out for some fun. "I'm going to the bar,", you tell him, smiling at his cold, expressionless face, "I just wanna relax tonight, wanna come with me?", you ask him sincerely, maybe he could be the one you talk to all night. He looks at you for a moment, he's never had any real chance that he took to actually sit down with women before, "Sure.", and you both walked outside, reaching your car, and when you both got inside, you made sure to tease him when you started driving. "So, sergeant,", you say, turning the driving wheel, "word on base that you're shit at driving.", you tease him, and he looks at you then looks to the side, "Jesus Christ, it was one time.", he says, only slightly amused by you. After a while of chatting, you get to the bar, parking your car and getting inside with him.

As you get inside the nearly empty bar, you go to the bartender, ordering a beer, "And you'll have...?", you ask, looking at Keegan, "A beer as well.", you both sit. "Wow, this place is freaking empty, I'm glad I brought you along here.", you laugh, looking at him with content, and although his face is stern, something behind his eyes shifts, he examines your smile, your eyes, the way you look at him, and you both spend the night talking while drinking your beers.

This occurred many times over the months, where either one of you would drive the other and get a drink, chatting the night away, you two would grow to be pretty close, talking about your families, your lives, your pasts, hell, sometimes you'd get into each other's rooms and read a book with each other. Over time, he'd grow to see you differently, the ambitions you were talking to him about, the plans that you have for your future, you were an achieving woman when it came to your personal goals, but he also noticed the other side of you, the way the edge of your eyes crease when you smile, how warm you were whenever you hugged him, your sweet yet sometimes incredibly crow-like laugh. He'd become a bit love-struck over you, wanting to hold you, wanting to be held by you, wanting you to be his, and wanting to be yours. He'd stay in bed, thinking about his own feelings for you, something that he never seriously experienced before since he joined the marines from a young age, and was -and still is- extremely passionate about his work, he knew he had to say something to you.

He walks to your room, slightly clutching a book in his hand, and knocks on your door, his face relaxing when you open the door with a toothy smile on your face. Letting him inside, you close the door behind him, sitting on your desk chair as he sits on the edge of your bed. "So! Wanna play some cards first or read the book?", you ask him excitedly, yet he looks a bit nervous, and before you get to ask him anything, he puts the book next to him, relaxing his back and resting his forearms on his knees, "Actually, I need to talk to you about something.", his tone serious, and you sit up properly, eyes and ears eager to hear what he has on his mind. "Listen, we've been spending so much time together, and for a while now, I've gotten to know you so much, and I hope you've gotten to know a lot more about me, I know I don't talk all that much,", he laughs, trying to hide his nervousness, luckily you laugh as well, "but, you're also just, such an incredible woman, my words won't do you any justice, it's just that...when you talk about your life, your future plans, I want to be in them, be a part of them.", he says, waiting for anything to come out of your mouth, feeling his heart beat so fast it might as well jump out of his chest. You give him a warm smile, your eyes filled with excitement and giddiness, you understand what this is now, a love confession. "I'd like you to be in them as well, I want you to be in them, Keegan.", you tell him sincerely, this is the first time you've used his first name without his rank first, and his eyes brighten up a bit, his usual cold expression turning into one of content. He sighs, a heavy weight off his shoulders and mind. From then on, you two hit it off; going on dates, knowing more intimate opinions and things about each other, work formalities were not there anymore when you two were alone, you're lovers now.

It would turn out that he's quite soft when it came to loving you; always calling you the sweetest names, making sure that you were always comfortable no matter where you where, but most importantly cooking for you, he loved doing that, he loved watching you watch him prepare a meal for you, whether it be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or roasted lamb, sure, sometimes a recipe is difficult, but it's the thought that counts. He's also very fond of toughing you, putting his hand on your lower back, holding and gently rubbing your waist while kissing you, and flicking his finger on your head when you make light jokes about his amazing driving skills.

All in all, he's quite the sweetheart.

-(divider by saradika)!

#keegan p russ x reader #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #cod x reader #keegan russ #my writing

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My souring sentiments on Sailor Moon's manga

It'll be a surprise to no one who knows me even remotely that Sailor Moon was my everything back in my childhood. From the age of 9, I was utterly obsessed with it.

That was just a couple of years shy of 30 years ago.

Since then, I've often revisited the series. I watched the entirety of the Viz dub of the classic anime; all 200 episodes.

And I loved it all the same, if not more so than before. Because now I have context for why exactly the anime was the way it was, including its gradual diversion from the manga source material. And I respect the hell out of the staff who poured their life into this work, while concurrently running with the manga and doing whatever it could to not completely outpace it in the narrative.

Are there a lot of fillers in the OG anime? Yes. Too many? Well, not so from a functional standpoint (this show had to run weekly for 5 years), but there are definitely some fillers you could skip and miss nothing in doing so.

But a story like Sailor Moon honestly needed some breathing room in order to properly flesh out the cast.

Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, the live-action reimagining of the show, was phenomenal back then (despite looking low-budget even by 2003 standards), and having re-watched the whole series recently, I can safely say PGSM more than holds up and deserves way more love and respect than it gets. It's THE perfect example of reimagining the story of Sailor Moon while still respecting its roots and maintaining the soul of the franchise.

Which is exactly why I couldn't stand Sailor Moon Crystal. We knew from the off that it was supposed to be completely faithful to the manga, but one look through @crystalvsmanga will show you Crystal took shitloads of "creative liberties", and the amount of changes I could dare to call "good"? I could count them on one hand.

The animation is low-hanging fruit, because everyone and their dog knows how godawful it was for the first two story arcs. But more than that, I actually loathed the general art design. Yukie Sakou's style DID NOT closely resemble Naoko Takeuchi's. People kept saying it, but I couldn't really see it. The eyes especially are a far cry from Takeuchi's style. And Sakou's style did NOT facilitate the OTT cartoony expressions that were definitely present in Takeuchi's manga; everyone looked so goddamn soulless, like overly-expensive porcelain dolls.

My biggest gripe with Crystal was the story, of course. While a great deal came from just being from the manga (which I'll get to in a bit), the changes they made went a long way to actively make the manga's story worse. My main takeaway from Crystal S1-2 is that it took itself waaaaay too seriously.

That being said, I did like Crystal's third season a lot better BECAUSE Chiaki Kon had way more competence and held a lot more respect for Sailor Moon. Like, my god, for once it felt like there was a soul in this show! It can actually take the piss every now and then!

Some silly things kinda broke my immersion (such as the Senshi just being able to fuckin' fly and Chibi-Moon in particular was literally sky-stepping), but most of that can be blamed on the source material it was adapting. While I was fine with Crystal3, I definitely didn't feel it was anywhere near as good as Sailor Moon S. Outside of Hotaru/Sailor Saturn having more of a presence, there wasn't really much in Crystal's take on Infinity that I liked better than S.

But most of that comes down to the fact that I liked S more than manga's Infinity arc to begin with.

Which is a good segue to talk about the manga proper.

I have not yet watched Eternal or Cosmos. the movies that adapted the last two manga arcs, but it'd be redundant since I know ahead of time what they're going to be about, and so far I haven't heard about any of them deviating from the source material, so it'd be moot to talk about them even if I had watched.

When I first got my hands on the manga, which was when I was around 12-13 and thus got the crappy MiXxZine translations, I was fine enough with it. Thought it was too fast-paced and didn't care for 99% of the villains being one-and-done jobbers, but I was also reading it with my impressions of the 90's anime characters still intact. I was reading the manga like an extension of the anime, rather than the other way around.

It wasn't until many years later when I grew older, when the manga was properly translated, when I acquired the wisdom my teenaged-ass self lacked, and learned to look at the manga as a completely separate entity that I started to see the cracks in the manga's narrative.

Further rereads have left me in something of a mindfuck, as I experienced the manga the proper way. And I realized:

The more I read the manga, the more I disliked it.

The manga is lauded for having an infinitely better depiction of Mamoru, as well as his ~Miracle Romance~ with Usagi.

Objectively, the manga definitely spends lots more time giving UsaMamo attention as a couple than any other aspect of the story...

I'd say they're also more developed as individuals in the manga too, but usually the beats, uh...

... let's say they usually ring hollow, when these two (and sometimes their daughter) are the only ones who consistently get shit done across the series. Hell, on the rare occasion that the Inner Senshi weren't rendered into street pizza, Neo Queen Serenity basically told them to fuck off and let her daughter, past self, and past hubby take on motherfucking DEATH PHANTOM/NEMESIS BY THEMSELVES.

It's likely because my first exposure to Sailor Moon was via the 90s anime, which had more of a focus on friendship and comradery between Usagi and her friends than it did her romance with Mamoru. I mean, romance was DEFINITELY a prominent thing even in that iteration of the story, but that wasn't where my interest lied. I was, am currently, and always will be more interested in Usagi's galpals than I'll ever be interested in her love life.

And, well, I'm sure this qualifies as a hot take, but...

This one moment with Usagi and Mamoru in the elevator (hell, their interaction across this entire episode was great) resonated with me far more than any ultra-romantic declarations of eternal devotion that Usagi and Mamoru kept regurgitating at each other in the manga.

Granted, the manga had a FEW moments early on where their dynamic was more playful, but they were pretty much confined to the early chapters and this element of their chemistry pretty much died not long after this.

Some say 90s anime Mamoru was far too mean-spirited in his teasing of Usagi. And I mean, sure, he was kind of a douche at times, but he usually got some karmic blowback from it (I remember one time he made Usagi cry without even really meaning to, and she cried so loud in public that randos nearby were giving Mamoru the evil-eye or a scolding). But honestly, after R, Mamoru kinda became a bland, generic love interest, just as he almost always was in the manga. The only difference was that anime Mamoru was never granted powers that were literally equal to Usagi's. The manga gave him a GOLDEN FUCKING CRYSTAL.

There was that infamous break-up arc in R that, yes, was shitty in concept and execution. But if I had anything positive to say about it, it at least shook up the status quo. It didn't make him immediately fall into the bland, generic love interest he would soon become. And it gave us some of the most emotionally-charged Usagi moments in the entire anime.

Conversely, in the manga, we had THIS shit for our UsaMamo "drama":

(the former incident with Usagi literally accusing her boyfriend of falling in love with a kid, by the way, happened while MOST OF HER FRIENDS WERE KIDNAPPED BY THE ENEMY AND COULD'VE BEEN DEAD FOR ALL SHE KNEW AND YET SHE FUCKING HAD TIME FOR THIS STUPID SHIT)

Everything seemed to revolve around Usagi and Mamoru (sometimes Chibiusa too). It lowkey came off that way at times even in the 90s anime, but in the manga or Crystal? You'd be hard-pressed to find the girls engaging in their stated hobbies at most points in time, because they're usually all together and talking about their prince and princess.

Hell, even Haruka - Sailor Uranus herself - seemed much more interested in Usagi than she ever did in Michiru, her actual girlfriend.

So... am I just missing something? I've seen people say that as they grow older, they prefer the manga/Crystal to the 90s anime. But I've never seen anyone other than myself express the opposite sentiment.

But it's true - unless I completely leave my brain at the door, I have a hard time enjoying the manga for what it is. The characters I'm most interested in or attached to quickly get swept aside for the characters I have the least interest in. No more does that ring true than the Stars arc of the manga, where Naoko Takeuchi basically speedruns killing off literally the entire cast until Sailor Moon's the only one left standing. Most characters don't even get to go out in a blaze of glory or anything - it's got nothing on the finale of the 90s anime's first season in that regard. If you're lucky, you'll get a single panel where your entire existence is ripped to shreds - but sometimes you'll be killed literally off-screen!!

There's a number of questionable manga-exclusive aspects that rubbed me the wrong way as well, such as poor Sailor Pluto being assigned as a child to guard the Door of Time in complete and total solitude. While I appreciate more Silver Millennium lore that the manga provided (the anime hardly mentioned it past the first arc), it was more than a little uncomfortable knowing the OG Queen Serenity conscripted the Inner Senshi as small children to become Princess Serenity's guardians. Really casts Queen Serenity and her Moon Kingdom in a much darker light - like maybe Queen Beryl and Queen Nehelenia had a point in trying to take them down (though the manga I believe retcons all past villains as incarnations of Chaos, so that arguably removes all prior villains' agency?). Lots of little things that I didn't think twice about, but now that I look at them again, I'm wondering WTF Naoko Takeuchi was thinking.

Though I don't want to be too hard on her. Poor girl was working under stress far longer than she'd planned to (she'd intended on ending the story either by the Dark Kingdom or Black Moon arc), so it's no surprise there's a lot of clunk and clutter in the narrative.

I often wondered if Naoko Takeuchi really wanted to make Sailor Moon with a Super Sentai-esque setup in the first place. After all, her first big hit was Sailor V, which was exclusively Minako and Artemis fighting evil with Minako having her own masked love interest she ended up being at odds with and he eventually died. With a scant few secondary characters here and there.

It led to me thinking about what Sailor Moon would be like if Naoko kept the cast to a more Sailor V-like size. That, perhaps, the Sailor Moon she really wanted to make would be quite a different beast from how we know it to be today.

So this lengthy diatribe about my personal conflicts with my waning fondness for the manga versus my strengthened love for the OG anime and live-action show was actually a preamble to a bizarre AU I wrote an outline for over a year ago but never posted in public. I had considered posting it to Sailor Moon's Reddit back then, but I (probably wisely) held off, as my musing went way off the rails.

But I figured now's a good time as any to share it here, at least. Though it'll need to be its own post since I wrote so goddamn much in this post alone, wow.

On that note, I'll end with this: The only iteration of UsaMamo that I unironically enjoyed and rooted for is...

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mayariviolet · 4 months

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How They Drink Alcohol (AoT Men)

ft. Jean, Eren, Connie, Reiner and Armin.

Summary: What they drink when they go out partying or just attending social functions! Also, how they got introduced to alcohol in the first place!

a/n: General headcanons, but these characterizations are primarily for my upcoming Jean Kirstein x Reader fic! I will upload some WIP for the fic soon because I need to be held accountable to keep writing (help me, haha). Slight toxic masculinity from Eren and Jean?

Pro-Taking Shots: Connie and Eren.

Anti-Taking Shots: Reiner, Armin and Jean (he’s lying).

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Jean:

When he first started drinking, it started with skimming the top of his dad’s liquor before sneaking out to a house party. He watered down some rum before buying some coke at a corner store. Since then, it has been his go-to (and beer, specifically a corona). He doesn’t like ‘jungle juice’ concoctions, no matter how much Connie shoves them down his throat. However, he once went clubbing with your friends, and Connie convinced him to try this cocktail (lime mojito). At first, he was apprehensive, but he was like, “How fucking drunk can this chick drink get me?” and took a sip. Jean got belligerent that night that he didn’t know how many he ordered because it was so good. His credit card company sent him a message asking if his card had been stolen, and he had to explain that it was not a series of suspicious purchases. He is now a massive advocate for fancy cocktails (ESPECIALLY AN ESPRESSO MARTINI), so he’ll splurge on that when he’s out drinking. I can see him getting into whisky when he’s older. A lover of vodka soda, too.

Eren:

At a wedding when he was younger, his dad offered him a tequila shot (his mom found out and got mad later), and it caused him to vomit so badly that he didn’t drink again until his last year of high school. Eren is a huge beer drinker and ONLY A BEER DRINKER. (Or so he says). He is not very particular about brands, although he likes things more ‘hoppy’ to feel like a man. Eren is the kind of guy to get mad at you for not knowing how to pour beer properly and getting more foam than anything. He won’t admit it, but he had some sips of the lime mojito Jean was having. He got drunk and was over the moon. Eren tried other cocktails, but besides a Long Island iced tea, he’s not a huge fan of other cocktails. When he gets really drunk at the club (he's a lightweight but does a really good job of concealing how inebriated he is), he and Connie will coerce Jean into buying a STUPID AMOUNT OF ALCOHOL TO GET A TABLE (see Jean's suspicious credit card purchases). Think $50 Mango Ciroc and Patron!

Connie:

When he went on a family cruise at the age of nine, he ordered a “Shirley Temple” (virgin), and he was “drunk.” Fast forward to a shitty date he went on; he ordered a Shirley Temple again. Connie got belligerent, and his date had to take him home. He did not hear from her again. This man is a nut. He loves cocktails so much that he bought a cocktail kit, but he barely measures, so it’s just 90% alcohol and 10% any discernable flavour profile. Connie is the kind of friend who mixes you a drink and says: "It's mostly juice! Just Try it!" but it straight up tastes like pure gasoline. He’ll happily drink anything else but prefers cocktails and mixed drinks over beer, shots, etc. Connie is the type of guy to order “Blow Job” shots as a joke but then gets way drunker than everyone. Surprisingly, he’s a huge Reisingling fan. Unsurprisingly, he and Sasha got blackout at your birthday party after downing half a bottle of Pink Whitney (they snuck away to take turns throwing up in the guest washroom).

Reiner:

Huge whiskey nut and wine snob. He’ll talk your ear off about various wines he’s into, and he actually knows what he’s talking about. Reiner is the kind of guy who will bring a bottle of wine to a friend's birthday dinner, and he gets it RIGHT! He’ll drink beer (not particular about the brand). He only started drinking when he was legal, so there’s no crazy story other than the one time he and Bertolt went to a daytime wine tasting, and by the time they sobered up, it was nighttime, and they were 45 minutes outside of the city. Most times, if Reiner is in a work setting, he’ll drink what other people are drinking, too (but he’ll opt for a vodka seltzer). He’s tried cocktails before, but he’s not a fan.

Armin:

He hates beer. His grandfather offered him a swig when he kept looking at him, and he never drank again until he was legal. This man is a cider fan, and no one can tell me otherwise. Specifically blackberry and green apple. Armin enjoys wine (red > white) and will listen to Reiner babble on about the best ones. But his drink of choice is a bit pricey: champagne! But if he’s at a party, he’ll just settle for drinking a vodka cranberry. He mentioned to Connie that he likes “Shirley Temples” ONCE, and whenever they all go out, Connie will buy him one. Armin is too shy to decline, so he'll take a couple sips before giving it to either Eren or Jean (they will fight amongst themselves as to who gets to finish it).

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a/n: I included Armin and Reiner because I love them so much, but they're most likely not going to be in my upcoming fic! WAH. Specifically Reiner... I'm sorry, my beloved.

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#aot headcanons #modern aot headcanons #jean kirstein headcanons #reiner braun headcanons #armin alert headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons #connie springer headcanons #someone hold me accountable #I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH #mv.writing📝#attack on Titan

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momojedi · 4 months

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You said random promt soo... Wrecker x Plus size reader where she never really gets a chance to dress up so he makes an exuse (they go on a picnic set up by him) so that she can feel pretty and loved.

— PRETTY THINGS pairing. wrecker x ex-senator! gn! reader

type. oneshot note. thanks for your request! I'm afraid I might've drifted away from your original request but I hope you like it nonetheless! The reader's gender isn't really specified, so it's set as gender neutral! warnings. fluffy flamingo fluff word count. 623

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"Alright, I know what's goin' on."

You looked up from the golden grass you'd been plucking at and rose a brow at Wrecker's words. The gentle giant was bashfully rubbing the back of his neck, almost as if he'd been feeling guilty. Your heart cracked at the sight - it always pained you to see him feeling unwell in any way.

After gushing to you about how little time he realised you'd been spending together lately, Wrecker had offered to take you on a picnic near the old military base of Fort Garnik. Lavender clouds covered the skies and turned the atmosphere into a pure dreamscape, it was almost unimaginable that you were still on the same planet as Cid's parlour.

For the first time in ages, you actually felt pretty again, too. You'd gotten all out for your date, even managing to do your hair properly again for the first time since your senator days. After escaping from the Empire with the Batch, your life was turned upside down, all the luxuries you savoured day by day being ripped apart from you within a few seconds.

"What?" You asked, tilting your head curiously. With a subtle sigh, Wrecker approached you carefully. "Remember when we went for post-mission tradition a few days ago? With Omega?" You gnawed at your lower lip. Of course you did.

You'd just arrived on Ord Mantell to return the intel Cid had ordered you to retrieve to the commissioner. After Hunter had dismissed you three so you could get to your snacking time, Omega had convinced you to head to the slightly prettier side of the city - well, as pretty as Ord Mantell could be, really - and take a look around.

Despite hesitating, you and Wrecker had eventually agreed, leading to the situation you eventually found yourself in; you, standing in front of one of the fancier stores, luxurious dresses and cloaks made of fabric you could only dream of ever getting in touch with, as your former self glared right back at you through the reflection of the shop's glass. You couldn't deny it - looking upon your current financial state, a tiny part of you missed living in the comfort the title of a senator brought along. And although it was understandable in some way, you felt dirty for it. How much had the Batch already sacrificed in order to properly incorporate you along with Omega, and to make you feel welcomed and safe?

Omega, being the sweet thing that she is, had immediately noticed how your face had fallen. "[Name]? Is ... is everything okay?" You shook your head, clearing the guilt that suddenly overcame you. "Ah," you smiled at her, squeezing the small hand that had tightly gripped yours, "I'm fine. Just ... remembering my senator days, I suppose."

"Oh ..." You sighed at the sudden realisation, "Wrecker, are you feeling bad about that?" "Er, yeah - well, no! - maybe?" He frantically looked around, looking for the proper words. A small smile pulled on your lips as you gently set a hand on his arm. "Is that why you took me here? So I would have the chance to dress up a bit?" Wrecker nodded sheepishly. "I noticed you looking at that shop earlier," he sighed, "I wish I was able to give you all those nice things ... unfortunately, I can't. But I'm gonna do everything I can do make you feel as loved and pretty as you deserve to!" You chuckled at his determined promise. "Oh, it's very kind of you to be so thoughtful, love," you spoke softly, cupping his cheek with your other hand, "but you don't have to feel bad. I made a choice when I joined you and I wouldn't have it any other way."

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enbysiriusblack · 3 months

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There was a loud knock on the door, followed by hushed arguments. Lydia and Cora both made their way to the door.

"It was definitely too much force."

"Then you should've knocked!"

"I'm not knocking! This is terrifying enough."

"You killed a giant snake, I think you can knock on a door."

The door abruptly opened, Lydia peering out to the four late teens awkwardly standing in their front garden.

"Mrs Pettigrew?" The only girl asked, curly brown hair bouncing as she pushed past two boys, "We're sorry to come to your home unannounced like this, but we got your address from Headmistress McGonagall."

"She's the head now?" Lydia blinked.

The girl nodded, "Yes. And my friend here thought we should come visit to talk to you about something that may be quite upsetting."

The girl's gesture to the boy on her left got Lydia's attention, as she looked at him properly and suddenly found herself in the past- James Potter showing up out of the blue practically every week during the summer, begging to grab Peter to hang out with.

"James?"

The boy almost rolled his eyes as he stepped forwards and awkwardly waved, "I'm Hari, actually. James was my dad."

Lydia's eyes widened, "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Well I should probably be saying that to you."

She paused, "Excuse me?"

"Hari!" The girl hissed, elbowing him in the rib.

Lydia opened the door wider, "Why don't you kids come in, we've just put the kettle on."

"Thank you", the girl smiled, grabbing the hand of a ginger boy behind her as she walked through the doorway.

"What if they're evil rat people too?" The ginger boy not so quietly whispered.

Cora guided them to the sofas, "Us? I wouldn't say we're evil and sadly not rat people, I do love those little worm tails."

The ginger boy snorted, cheeks turning red.

Hari took a seat, followed by a fourth boy.

Lydia poured them all a cup of tea, "So, you came here to tell us some upsetting news? Best get to it, our usual tea companion usually gets right to business with telling us bad news."

The girl nodded, "Yes, right. Well, Hari? Did you want to tell them?"

"No, not really."

She huffed, placing her own tea cup down, the ginger boy wrapping an arm around her waist, "I'm really sorry to tell you this, but your son is gone."

Lydia smiled, sipping her own cup, "I'm well aware, my dear. He's been gone for a long time now, seventeen years."

Hari frowned, "Do you not know about what's happening in the wizarding world?"

Lydia shook her head, "Not a clue. I left that place behind completely when I was about your age. Only stepped my toe in now and then when Peter needed me to. And my wife's a muggle so we've never really felt the need to go back there."

"Your son wasn't really dead", the girl started to say.

"But he is now", the ginger boy continued.

Hari nodded, "He got killed for being a traitor."

"Right, but by his own side, or hand, I suppose."

"Is your hand not on your side, Mione?"

"I really don't think that's the point, right now."

"Anyway, he died properly this time. When before he was a rat so he escaped and was ron's pet."

"Can we not mention that?"

"Right, sorry. And then he helped voldemort again and now he's proper dead."

"There's a funeral for him. A second one, I suppose. But that's why we're here, to tell you and invite you to the funeral."

"Sounds a bit bleak."

"Well, death is a bleak subject, Ron!"

"I know that!"

"Everyone knows that!"

Cora coughed, trying to get their attention, "Can we maybe explain this a little clearer?"

The fourth boy sat up straighter, "I brought a newspaper with me, I thought it might make it easier."

He passed the paper to the two women. They carefully read it, articles on Peter being a spy for the order and his recent death.

Lydia clutched the paper tightly, reading the words over and over and over again.

Cora smiled hesitantly at the four teenagers, "Thank you for coming to tell us. When is the funeral?"

"The fifth of next month", Hari spoke, "I found a graveyard close by here, I thought that might be what you two wanted."

Cora nodded, "Yes, that means a lot. Thank you."

They all stood up to leave, Cora showing them to the door.

Hari turned to her, "We'll all come to the funeral. But I wouldn't expect the place to be very full."

"Of course."

The fourth boy stepped forwards, a bouquet in hand that he passed to her, "I grew these for you. The flowers represent loss and innocence."

Cora smiled back, "Thank you, although maybe that last meaning isn't so accurate anymore."

The boy shrugged, "Well, there is a certain innocence through death, isn't there? No matter what you did in life, your body is now giving back to the world as you decompose."

"Neville!" Ron shouted.

Cora laughed slightly, "Right you are, neville, was it?"

He nodded, "And. Well you and your wife knew Peter Pettigrew at his most innocent. So no matter how much darkness he put into the world, you still hold the memories of his innocence. Which may have been tampered out but were still very much real."

Cora squeezed Neville's shoulder gently, "You're a good kid. And I know my wife would want me to tell you this, so can I just say. Your self worth comes from here", she pointed to his heart, "not from the outside world. And if people aren't paying you enough attention then get right in their face and just shout at them. What you do for others isn't what makes them care for you, they just do care for you. Okay?"

"Yes", Neville nodded, "I, um, I think I already knew that."

As the door shut, Lydia stood in the darkened hall, staring at the shut door, a photo of a young Peter clutched in her hand and the other holding the newspaper.

"He reminds me of him."

(for @jegulily-stuff <3)

#i was going to add a bit about mary going to the funeral. but i don't actually know if she would. hmm. i'm conflicted on that #but i do think hari would. despite everything. peter hesitated in the end and that one sentiment is enough for hari #not to forgive him at all. but to attend the funeral of the man who tried to defy voldemort. the man who was once a friend of his father.#anyway. i am very out of the golden trio era. so forgive me if they seem so out of character #marauders era #marauders #lydia pettigrew #cora pettigrew #hari potter #peter pettigrew

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misseviehyde · 1 year

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OVER PROTECTIVE

Elixir Stage 1 - Disorientation

"Chloe... don't freak out, but it's me - your Dad. Please open the door and let me in. I know it sounds insane now I look like this - but I drank this Elixir stuff in order to become a girl and now I need your help.

I did this for you baby. When you told me you were dating a new boy, but you were scared I'd over react again when I met him - I realised I needed to do something. You know I've always been too over-protective of you. That's why I thought it would be a good idea to become a girl. I've scared off your last four boyfriends and I know it's driving a wedge between us.

It sure feels weird to go from a six-foot-six former firefighter into a petite and stacked twenty year old girl. I wasn't expecting to grow these big tits or have this soft plump ass. Everything jiggles when I move and I keep having these funny 'feelings' and thoughts.

The Elixir only lasts for a few hours at a time but I can take more if I need to. Before I meet your boyfriend though you gotta show me how to pass as a girl. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.

You see my plan is that I can pretend to be one of your friends and see how he treats women. This way I'll get to know him properly and if he is a douchebag I can warn you and protect you.

Pleeeease Chloe... I know it seems weird, but take me under your wing. It might even be fun to spend some girly time together. I have so much to learn about being a woman.

I took a months leave from work and all the house-hold bills are up to date, so there's nothing to stop this single dad getting to be a girl for a while."

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Elixir Stage 2 - Acclimatisation

"See babe, I told you spending time together would be fun. I've learned so much about modern femininity and it's been great going shopping for clothes, hanging out with your friends and convincing everyone I'm your hot cousin Ashley from out of town.

It's weird how I keep forgetting you're actually my daughter - it just feels like we're girlfriends or something now. I guess being the same age and having the same interests helps. When you're as hot as we are, life is so much fun and it feels so naughty to tease all the boys.

I know right! I mean... it was a surprise to me too to find out I like boys now as much as you do. When you caught me checking out Todd's ass I thought your eyes were gonna pop out of your head. He really is a hottie though.

The fact I'm perving over your boyfriend means at least I can confirm he is FIT. I'm not sure if male me would actually approve of him being such a HIMBO, but girl you have landed on your feet with this one.

He's rich, dumb and ripped... in some ways every girls wet dream... but all joking aside I'm still not sure if he is right for you. I need to hang around him more, make sure he's a good match for you.

You haven't slept with him yet right?

Good. We don't want him thinking you're easy. Anyway lets call up the girls and meet them for coffee, I love hanging out with them so much. I never thought I'd enjoy being a girly girl so much, but there you go!"

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Elixir stage 3 - Bitchification

"God Chloe... don't be such a prude. I couldn't keep wearing the outfits you picked for me forever - this is MY new style and I like it. There's no better feeling than wearing a pair of bitchy fuck me boots and a tight clingy top that shows off my big tits so that all the boys start staring and wanting to fuck me.

Todd has been staring the most - you ought to keep an eye on him, I've seen him checking me out. Not that I can blame him - I mean I am way hotter than you now.

It's nothing to be ashamed of - I mean you've always been at best average and that always pleased me because I knew you wouldn't hook up with an Alpha guy who might be a threat to me as your Daddy.

Of course things have changed now and I don't know how you managed to snag Todd, but you are really massively beneath him. There's no way your relationship is going to work out - an Alpha like him shouldn't be dating a Beta like you.

You do know you're a Beta right? All your friends, who are MY friends now by the way, know it too. It only took me a couple of weeks to learn everything about being a woman from you and then I found out there was still LOADS more to discover.

That's where I've been everynight for the last few nights... hanging out with the popular girls and honing my skills. I've been becoming an Alpha girl. It isn't hard when you have a body like mine. I never realised how intoxicating being pretty could be. I only have to snap my fingers and I have guys simping to do my bidding.

Maybe you should learn some lessons from me? Let's go find Todd and see if he likes my newest outfit. I'll show you how a real woman gets a man's attention...

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Elixir Stage 4 - Addiction

"What are you crying about now bitch? You want to see your Daddy? Awwwww that's too bad, I don't have time in my busy schedule to turn back into that loser. I've actually doubled my Elixir intake and I haven't reverted in weeks.

Work? Oh I quit that job months ago. My annual leave ran out so I resigned via email. I make ten times what I used to earn on my new Only Fans page anyway.

I bought this Mercedes yesterday - pretty cool huh. I'm also selling the house and buying a bigger pad. You'll need to find somewhere new to live.

By the way it's too bad Todd dumped you. I warned you he would. Did you ever find out which of your friends it was sucking him off behind your back? Too bad you never even got to feel that cock inside you. I heard he was packing quite the cock.

It's probably a good thing your friends all stopped hanging round with you... obviously they can't be trusted. Me... I can handle them though. I'm basically their new leader.

Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do, see you later... loser."

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Elixir stage 5 - Total corruption

"Oh hey Chloe. Long time no see.

It must have been months since I last saw you. I'd almost forgotten you even existed. You have met Todd my fiance right?

Oh shit... that's right... you never worked out it was me fucking him behind your back did you. Oh well - the cat's out of the bag now.

That's right bitch. I was sucking him off and getting my tight pussy pounded all the time I was pretending to be your friend. Not that I pretended that hard in the end. You were so boring, weak and pathetic I couldn't take it anymore.

Todd saw the advantages of upgrading just as I did. I hollowed out your Daddy's mind and turned him into me. He's never coming back - I haven't even taken Elixir in three months and I'm still in control. Guess I win.

So how the fuck is your insignificant little life going? It really sucks to be you doesn't it?

By the way, I was going to ask you actually if you want to be a bridesmaid at our wedding? We are related after all so I guess you should come. You can hold my bouquet whilst Todd fucks the shit out of me in front of you.

I just hope no one else tries to flirt with me - Todd gets so overprotective of me sometimes but I have to admit I do like to lead guys on. He fucks me like an animal when I tease him like that.

I bet you know exactly how that feels right?! Oh I forgot, you're still a virgin. Well, see you at the wedding loser."

THE END

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #m2f corruption #corruption #tg elixir

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aloeverified · 6 months

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if we're sharing secrets here, i've never fully understood where the good king falls into place with the snow white story and why the evil queen married him.

it's implied that the evil queen actually did marry snow's father — meaning there was snow's late mother who passed away when snow was a young girl, and then her father whom married the evil queen not long after.

it can be up to interpretation on whether or not the king died or if he ended up getting to have a happily ever after after the snow white story played out and he was reunited with her daughter and her then prince. either way, the evil queen married snow's father and then snow married the prince who kissed her in the forest.

so why does the good king exist? sure, the evil queen needed another person in order to have raven, buy we never hear about lizzie's or faybelle's fathers, or maddie's mom. raven is the main character, so i suppose it makes sense the books would want to expand on her parents, but it still feels jumbled to me.

the evil queen had no reason to re-marry. unless the good king needed to get married in his destiny (which is unknown) then it would seem like it's an out of destiny marriage; which would make sense for the evil queen to want, except she doesn't seem to actually love the good king nor share values with him so it seems unlikely to be a marriage of love and choice.

the only alternative i can think of besides the good king needing to marry an evil woman for his story, is if he's actually the good king in their snow white story. this would mean the evil queen didn't actually marry snow's father, but instead was just a queen who discovered there was a girl more fair than her and sought out to kill the stranger.

i feel like this could actually make sense, not just for this story but for a few. perhaps as the stories continue, the destinies begin to stop relying on exact family relations due to the concerns of complications like incest and whatnot. another example of this could be that instead of ashlynn then having an evil step-mother, perhaps she gets stuck with an evil aunt after her parents die.

you'd have to sort out the details with snow's parents and everything — maybe the both died when snow was young and the evil queen and the good king took over rule of the kingdom until snow was of age or properly prepared? and then the evil queen found out about snow being more beautiful than her and tried to kill her behind the king's back, which means he didn't have to die and could have continued to survive and later raise raven.

but then again, it was still implied that the evil queen did actually marry snow's father, which cast this whole new theory aside. overall, this problem wouldn't exist if they would just pinpoint which good king raven's father is supposed to be and expand on his destiny or literally just tell us why he married the evil queen.

#ever after high #raven queen #snow white #the evil queen #the good king #i wish they had canon names #aloeverants #eah theory #eah headcanons

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well! now i wanna know what's your t20 for books omg

and ugh yes virgin suicides was such a love for me to for similarish reason(s) - the lisbon sisters were very frozen in time/spiritually paralyzed to me. it acc reminds me sm of kirsten dunst in interview with a vampire n how paralyzed claudia felt by being unable to age

oh n i just googled jesus saves n it sounds up my alley i wanna read it sometime but how graphic would you say it is?

no i get it - like i do get the appeal of whiplash n there are parts of it i like (like the driving scene LOL)

but anyways pope rly is pretentious if perfect blue is his fav of the bunch omg i love him. now i feel like he'd make fun of me for preferring black swan over it n telling me it's just a perfect blue rip-off n accusing me of only liking it bc mila n natalie get freaky in it 😭

-🐰

okay top to books!!!! just to keep it simple lol my top 5 will be in order after that its just me throwing em in there.

sula - toni morrison. favorite book of all time I have multiple copies of it and it's the absolute best story of female friendship imo and as a midwestern black girl I really resonated in ways I don't always resonate with books about southern black culture. sula mae peace was a low down diabolical woman and I love her

jesus saves - darcey steinke. this book is pretty graphic esp the scenes with sandy and her kidnapper. the dual povs are great and its one of the bleakest novels ive ever had the pleasure of reading. I was sat in shock when I finished

little birds - anais nin. my fav erotica book I like this more than delta of venus and there's actually a picture I took of the book thats popular on Pinterest and goes viral on tumblr/twitter all the time LOL. a major comfort read during one of the worst years of my life.

the moth diaries - rachel klein. read it last year it was such a good introspective work that honestly the vampirism felt both secondary and integral to the narrators plight like you can see her sanity slip over time and yet tou sit there wishing either shes right so she can have at least one thing to grasp onto or wishing she was wrong so she can feel some peace.

chouette - claire oshetsky. MY FAVVVVV BOOK ON MOTHERHOOD its magical realism and you can read it as an allegory or read it as literal which is what I prefer to do. a quick read but its so touching in its strangeness.

lolita - vladimir nabokov. technically a top 5 but its a book thats so integral to me that I can't properly rank. the way he played with words and the depth of the book is just unparalleled. I reread it once a year and although I love the 97 film it cannot come close to the book. its filled with such lush visuals and such sensuous language I get into discourse about it all the time because people either hate it due to misconceptions or they love it but feel guilty so they have to virtue signal in the most obnoxious ways. im a separate third thing.

the discomfort of evening - marieke lucas rijneveld. this is what lapvona wanted to be…it was dark and uncomfortable at many times and you feel just as isolated as the characters in some ways it feels like if the vvitch happened in more modern times with how the family dealt with grief and death in a small religious community it was kinda gross at times tol.

earthlings - sayaka murata. another very gross book and I would go into this carefully bc its very explicitly about csa. the main character was a wonderful depiction of how parental neglect, sexual abuse and trauma can leave a person stunted and how they can end up in very unsavory circumstances. the ending was wild.

nausea - jean paul sarte. my first "philosophical" book and it really....hit kinda close but it became a comforting read. I was coming off my Hell Year and I was still dealing with a lot of depression and just emptiness and that book encapsulated a lot of my emotions.

the nun - denis diderot. one of the funniest books ever im not playing. its about a young girl who becomes a nun because shes a child of adultery in the 18th century and her life just gets worse and worse as random shit keeps happening to her. it has homoeroticism and blasphemy and was conceived as a prank where diderot wrote letters as the MC. once you get into the language its such a crazy ride.

pope is a satoshi kon stan down so he feels very strongly about his work being ripped off by aronofsky!!! he argues about black swan being a lesser film all the time but I would say paprika is his fav

#✨.txt #pope heyward prompt #🐰 anon

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therunawaykind · 2 years

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The one where you met...before you actually met

Pairing: Fratboy!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI SMUT, Fluff, One night stand, Top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader consuming of alcohol, legal age, curse words, fingering (R Receiving), Oral Sex (R Receiving), praise (use of good girl)

The Request: Omg if you’re writing for frat boy! Wanda can I possibly request her seeing you at a bar after you’ve been stood up and then flirting with you until she takes you home for the night? Thank you!!!

A/N: Hello people! I said I'd give you all a little treat before there is a slow down/lack of fics on my part. I know this request was probably more intended for just a random Fratboy!Wanda request but just to make things easier for me and my sanity I attempted my best to work it in with my 'She Looks Like Fun' Fratboy!Wanda series. By writing this I do think it'll add a lot more fun to the main parts of the story when or if I ever get the chance to write them again. Any of you can send any requests or ideas you have or want to see R and Fratboy!Wanda do I'll be more than happy to write it. As always happy reading and I hope you enjoy it.

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It was roughly about 2 months till your actual college course started, but you took it upon yourself to move to this unknown new city. You moved early to just get more familiar with this city you would be living in regularly for the next 4 years. Although you couldn’t help but feel scared and apprehensive living quite so far away from your family. It would have to be something you’d have to get used to rather quickly.

For some reason, you couldn’t understand why you joined a dating app after finally getting settled in your apartment. So here you were sitting in a bar waiting around for a girl called Natalie to show up. Your eyes scanned aimlessly around the room and behind the bar, as you ran your finger around the top of your beer bottle whilst your other hand anxiously started picking at the label of the bottle.

What you didn’t realise the second you stepped through the doors there was a girl with auburn hair sitting beside her twin brother with dyed white hair sipping drinks with some of their friends, Both with their eyes trained on you. Watching your every move, the girl had already stopped the boy from approaching you for some reason she assumed by how you were acting you were waiting for someone to show up. He couldn’t help but grumble annoyingly over being pushed back down as he grabbed his beer and slouched back.

She couldn’t figure out why she was so enamoured by you especially due to the fact she hasn’t even seen you properly. She hasn’t seen the front of you, hasn’t seen your face, doesn’t even know your personality, and doesn’t even know if you’re a nice person. So why was she so taken away by you.

You couldn’t help but sigh and order drink after drink as you saw the time and hours pass you by. It was rather sad that you stayed for so long expecting this Natalie girl to show after it being so long. You should’ve really just gone home by now but you’d be doing nothing better at home alone so you decided just to say.

There was only so much this auburn-haired girl could take seeing you sit alone at the bar drinking beer after beer, seeing your whole form deflate as the night went on. So she took a deep breath as she downed the rest of her drink as she muttered to her friends “I’ll be back shortly.” With that comment made she was met with a loud group of cheers from her friends and brother as she slowly approached the bar the only thing in her mind was interacting with you. She smiled gently at the bartender as she waited patiently to order her drink as she saw you out of her peripheral vision.

She cleared her throat quickly “this is going to come across as very cliché and cheesy. I don’t mean it to be but I haven’t seen you around here much before….are you new here?”

You let out a muffled laugh as you swallow the rest of your beer “What gave it away? Me sitting here for hours, waiting for a no-show, or the fact I have been here for hours and I don’t have a group of friends around me talking to me?”

The mysterious girl just stared at you with her mouth ajar “I uh-” She swiftly picked up her drink and gulped it just as quick as it got placed in front of her. She grimaced slightly as she felt it go down her throat “Uh…I guess all of the above.” You couldn’t help but laugh at her answer. You tilted your bottle towards the stranger waiting for her to cheers, she smirked slightly as she tapped her bottle against yours. She automatically raised her eyebrows waiting to hear your name. You knew what she was pausing for as you had an internal battle trying to decide if you should come up with a fake name quickly or just give in and give her your actual name.

“My name is Emma”

“Emma huh… that’s pretty. My name’s……. Scarlett.”

You both smile softly at each other as your bottles clink against each other.

Frankly, you knew you were in deep trouble the second you saw those emerald eyes staring at you and shining like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. “But to answer your earlier question, I am very much new here. I moved here recently since I’m starting a college course here in a few months and I just wanted to get familiar with the area since I’d be living here for the next 4 years.”

Scarlett hummed as she tipped her drink back into her mouth “that is a very wise decision, you must be a very smart girl Emma.” You didn’t and couldn’t explain why you felt your face heat up at that comment but who could blame you when it came from such a beautiful girl’s mouth. You couldn’t figure out if Scarlett had noticed you becoming flustered over that phrase escaping out of her mouth she wasn’t the easiest person to read….but that could be due to the alcohol in your system. It was decided between the both of you to slow down slightly on drinking whilst you both ordered whatever bar food they had to offer in an attempt to sober you both back up a bit.

“Y’know, I don’t understand why and how a girl as beautiful as you got stood up tonight. They either must be blind or stupid…..perhaps even both.” You nod aimlessly as you keep eating your food. “I guess we’ll never know because she hasn’t even texted me to let me know why.”

Scarlett couldn’t help but smirk slightly as she ate her food she took a mental note at the mention of a she. She tapped aimlessly at the top of the bar counter as she pushed her plate away “I hope I’m not bothering you and that I’m actually being good company for you, Emma.”

You laughed as you hummed in thought “Well you’re much better company than a no-show, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.” Scarlett paused to study you silently before she made this next comment “I’m assuming you aren’t gonna tell me the course you’re gonna be studying or the college you will be attending?” You stared her down as you shook your head confidently “No chance, I’m afraid. If it happens you see me at your college you see me.” She clicked her tongue and groaned in annoyance, in turn, she positioned herself towards you as had her fingers graze your leg.

As Scarlett goes to move her hand higher she decides to keep it placed on your knee however instead she decides to run the tip of her shoe up and down your shin as you both discuss random topics. You smirk briefly as you glance down at her hand and foot. Clearly not in a rush to actually get to know each other better which may become a regret for you both at a later time. The two of you never realised when and how it happened but both of your heads had leaned in as close as physically possible taking in every detail of each other. Your fingers tangling and playing with the ends of her auburn hair.

Besotted…. Besotted was one of the only words to describe how the both of you were acting. Whether you both knew it or not you were both purely infatuated with each other there was some sort of link and connection created that night between the two of you. Rather sadly for the two of you, the bar had announced they were closing for the night. Hesitantly you both made eye contact and swallowed slowly knowing your time together was up. Both of your mouths open at the same time to say something but you end up getting interrupted by a faint “Hey Sestra! Come on we’ve got to get home!” Once that reaches your ears you pull back as far as you could assuming that it was some sort of nickname from her partner.

Scarlett clenched her eyes and cursed the stupidity of her twin brother internally when she opened her eyes again she saw you getting ready to leave she hopped up quickly as she said rather panicked “can you just give me one minute and wait, please. I’ll be back literally as fast as possible.”

You stop all your movements as you stare at her rather disheartened “Scar…I….I dunno is this really a good idea if your partner and probably friends are over there waiting for you?”

Scarlett who was smiling at hearing you call her Scar which very quickly changed to disgust and grimaces at hearing you unknowingly call her sibling her partner. Her jaw went slack as she frantically shook her head “I promise you I can explain this properly when I get back but I can assure you that, that person who just called over to me is far…so far from my partner it is laughable. But I will explain better when I come back just promise me you’ll wait?” You sighed softly but nevertheless nodded and told her you’d wait.

She quickly makes her way over to Pietro and her friends “Right, Pietro my absolutely favourite twin brother that I adore, I need you to do a favour for me.” Scarlett stares at her brother expectedly he sighs and arches his eyebrow “first of all I’m your only sibling…hell, I’m your only sibling. But what is it that you want rather need me to do?”

“I need you to stay over at one of our friend’s houses tonight or as ya know you could go spend some time with Monica….see how that goes. Considering I’ve been talking to Emma and we’ve been getting on really well. Albeit neither of the two of us are actually sharing any personal information because whilst it hasn’t been verbally agreed upon between the two of us. We both know that it will just be a one-time thing…considering she wouldn’t tell me where she’s studying or her course. Well, that’s unless I happen to run into her again and meet her.”

Pietro grumbles under his breath “why’d you have to mention Monica.” Scarlett can’t help but giggle at his comment in retaliation Pietro smacks her arm and whispers “but also really….Scarlett?” She pinches his stomach “shhh okay I dunno it goes with the not sharing anything personal between the two of us. But will you please do this for me?”

He throws his head back as he reluctantly agrees “fine I’ll figure something out but you owe me for this.” She throws her arms around Pietro hugging me and places a kiss on his cheek “you are the absolute best, you won’t regret this!”

As you aimlessly stand around waiting for Scarlett to come back, you start kicking the dirt that’s along the floor whilst whistling quietly to yourself. You jump slightly at the feeling of someone’s hands being placed on your waist, and a breath escapes between your lips as you look up and see a pair of green eyes looking at you with auburn hair falling at either side of her face. Scarlett stuffs her hands into her pockets “Right, so about the guy that was calling me over…I know we weren’t sharing personal information but he is my twin brother and sestra means sister.”

You nod your head slowly as you take in the new information, you raise your eyebrows as a thought crosses your mind “And how come you haven’t gone back home with him?” She smiles once she hears your question “Well because I have a quite beautiful and mysterious girl that was waiting for me that I may want to get to know better or maybe do other things with.” You chuckle as you shake your head and nudge her with your shoulder “Cheeky Scar, you’re very cheeky. Who says you’ll get that far with me?”

Scarlett shrugs as she tilts her head to the door and starts walking with you “I dunno just a gut feeling I suppose.” You smirk as you look at her out of the corner of your eye as you make the journey home with her.

As you approach her apartment you slow your steps down significantly, you suddenly can’t help but feel nervous as soon as Scarlett takes out her keys to unlock the door. Scarlett’s movements halt when she notices you aren’t standing behind her. “Are…are you okay Emma?” You nod slowly as you start approaching her again “Emma, nothing has to happen once we go in there if you aren’t comfortable. We can just go and watch something, and have a soda or something.”

You grin at her softly “it’s okay Scar, whatever happens, happens.” Once Scarlett finally opens the door you walk in after her as your eyes widen at the surprisingly big apartment that she has. You smile softly at the pictures placed around the apartment of Scarlett and from what you saw tonight her brother and parents. “It is a very nice place you have here, Scar.”

“Thank you it is nice to have such a big space especially when it comes to apartments but relax make yourself at home. I’m just gonna place some things in my room I’ll be back in a few seconds.” You hum in agreement as you stroll around the living room and place yourself on her sofa, taking a deep breath in and closing your eyes in the process. If you were left here long enough alone you knew you could very easily fall asleep so in an attempt to keep yourself away you draped your arms over the back of the sofa and started tapping your fingers randomly to keep yourself conscious.

Whilst you were in your own little world, the noise of Scarlett’s footsteps didn’t register with you. She chuckles lightly and bites her lip at the sight of you “ Wow, who would’ve thought you’d look so good laid out across my sofa…well I mean it’d probably be a better view if fewer clothes were on but nevertheless still an amazing view to witness.” Your head shoots up and chuckle nervously escapes past your lips as you hear a more velvety slightly more accented voice come from Scarlett's mouth. As you're gazing at her you can’t help but open and close your mouth like a fish out of water at how suddenly nervous she makes.

“What’s wrong hun cat got your tongue? You weren’t this timid back at the bar?”

You clear your throat slightly as you run your tongue along your bottom lip “I- Well you see I didn’t hear you speak with an accent in the bar…you sounded very much American….so I can’t lie it’s thrown me off a little bit but it’s enticing me….a lot.”

Scarlett approaches you on the sofa to sit beside you she grins as she states “Enticing you Sweetie? In what way?” You run your finger back and forth on the top of the sofa as you try to think of how to phrase this. “Well…. To put it in a nice and appropriate way I find your accent very…very attractive and if it’s a thing you hide it because you don’t like it or because of other people, don’t hide it and really you shouldn’t hide it because it’s what makes you, you and in turn, it makes you unique. And I mean you have the bonus of it making men or women putty in your hands willing to do anything.”

“People willing to do anything? Are you included in that list of people?”

“I… I could be included in that list of people.

As Scarlett looks you up and down taking everything in she can’t help but smirk and nod slowly whilst biting her lip “that’s….noted Emma noted.” You are both essentially stuck in a trance staring at each other without even noticing the two of you leaning in closer to each other. A bang outside of Scarlett’s apartment makes you both realise what was going to happen. She moves back across the sofa and coughs awkwardly “so uhh do you want anything to drink? Or want to do anything specific?”

“Uh just some tea or something of the sorts, I don’t fancy drinking more alcohol at this moment in time. As for what we can do….uhhh do you just wanna watch a movie, a TV show or something like that?”

“Yeah that’s perfect, we can do that. You can either go onto Netflix and choose a movie or TV show on there or I know I have a sitcom box set down on the bottom shelf of the TV stand there.” You mutter out a quiet okay and thank you as you look down at the bottom shelf.

Once you were sure you heard Scarlett’s footsteps had left the room you bent down to flick through her sitcom box set. What you didn’t know though was she had stopped at the door and turned back to look at you, which left her jaw dropped as she saw you with your ass basically in the air. As she stared at your ass more she couldn’t help but bite her lip, she threw her head back and groaned quietly as she went to make both of your drinks.

You sit back waiting patiently for Scarlett to come back whilst holding two DVD cases in your hand, going unnoticed by you she re-enters the room with very cautious steps as she holds onto the mugs. Once you hear mutters and mumbles coming from behind, you turn around slightly seeing nothing but pure concentration on Scarlett’s face also taking in that she has changed into sweatpants. You let out a boisterous laugh when you see Scarlett walk into the corner of the sofa as a “fuck” escapes past her lips as she keeps her eyes trained on the liquids swishing around in the mugs.

Scarlett playfully glares at you when she hears you laughing attempting to stay serious and not join in on the laughing she exclaims “heyyy stop laughing at me, I made you this drink.” You nod back confidently and playfully “okay okay, sure sorry. I appreciate you very much for making my drink Scar.” She makes sure to look back at you as she places the mugs down and sits on the sofa and makes sure to grin at you smugly.

“And in turn for laughing at me, I get to decide what sitcom we’re watching.” You smirk and raise your hand in surrender as you place the DVDs in her lap whilst you reach for your mug and sit back on the sofa. What you didn’t notice was how ecstatic Scarlett was when she noticed the sitcoms you picked were her absolute favourites, she bit her lip as she tried to hide how excited she was. When she leaned forward to place the disk in she threw a blanket onto your lap “you’ll need it, hun, it gets cold in here later.”

You hum in thought as you decide to act oblivious “where’s your blanket then Scar? I mean it’s okay if you don’t have another I don’t mind sharing.”

Scarlett hides her grin behind her mug “It’s gonna be so much better for us then…sharing one blanket means even more warmth and heat…we all know the positives of body heat in cold weather.” You yourself with spreading the blanket out, in a bad attempt to hide the heat that was already spreading across your body at what you could only assume she was insinuating.

As the night went on you both did end up under the blanket realistically you both were cuddling Scar’s arm was on the back of the sofa around your shoulders, whilst your head was placed in the crook of her neck. Whilst one of your hands was playing with her baby hairs on the nape of her neck whilst the other was drawing random shapes and lines on her thigh. If anyone was to walk in, at this moment in time they’d have easily mistaken you for a happy couple that had been together for years.

When it started getting later and later you both knew nothing did technically need to happen tonight. Scarlett seemed to be quite happy just watching sitcoms. You assume she just wanted to make your shitty night a little better, what you wouldn’t have actually believed was that was Scarlett’s exact intention just to make your night a little better after being stood up. She really couldn’t figure out why she was perfectly content with just lounging around with you a…stranger she just met at a bar, if it was any other person she took home after a night out she’d be sleeping with them already. But you….you felt and were different to her for some reason, she couldn't figure out why or how but she knew. And she hoped you felt and knew that too.

For whatever reason, the thought of Scar just doing this to make your night better wouldn’t leave your mind, no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on the sitcom playing continuously on the screen. As your thoughts run away with how you could potentially repay her in thanks for making this night not such a failure. There was only one thing your mind repeatedly thought of.

You composed yourself and took a deep breath as you finally decided to commit to this idea.

As much as Scarlett would like to say she was purely focused on watching the sitcom, she couldn’t lie the feeling of your fingers against her thigh was driving her absolutely up the wall. Whilst she is beating herself up about having these thoughts if you just moved your fingers higher and over slightly she is convinced she would be in heaven right now. She felt the movement of your head go into the crook of her neck more, immediately her body started to tense. At this point, she couldn’t if you were even still awake the only indication to her that you were awake was the constant movement of your hands.

What took her by surprise was when she felt your lips part and start to place soft, slow kisses against her sensitive skin. Although it took her by surprise her body immediately relaxed as her head slowly started moving backwards and sideways to give you more room and space for your kisses.

Once you knew all her focus was on the feel of your lips against her neck, you slowly manoeuvred your hand to lay flat against her thigh deciding to rub and massage at it slowly. Trying to get Scarlett to subconsciously spread her legs wider for you, the sound of the sitcom becoming background noise to you both now as Scarlett’s breaths and hums were slowly but surely getting louder the more you touched her. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, clearly, visible was her hand clenching the blanket in her fist knowing she was having an internal debate about whether she could touch you or not. You smirked and giggled slightly against her skin as you reached out for her hand and placed it on your ass.

Humming against her neck as you felt her hand squeeze your ass she groaned quietly as she felt it and muttered under her breath “fucking hell.” Clenching your eyes shut as you ran your tongue along her jawline up to her earlobes, nipping, biting, licking and kissing every part of her face that you had access to.

As much as Scarlett was enjoying this she pulled herself away from you to collect her thoughts briefly “Ems, Em, Emma we don’t have to do this tonight, it doesn’t have to happen at all if you aren’t comfortable with this. Also considering you had a pretty shitty night tonight I don’t want to be taking advantage of this if you’re feeling somewhat vulnerable just in an attempt to make yourself feel better.”

You sigh when you hear the words escape past her lips, before you say anything you splay your fingers out across her jawline and neck and decide to straddle her lap. “Scar don’t take this the wrong way but you are quite stupid for saying that, if I didn’t want this to be happening, I wouldn’t have instigated it.” When you notice Scarlett looking at you as if she is trying to remember every aspect of your face, it’s impossible for you to not feel nervous. In an attempt to hide away from her you move to sit down on her lap which only leads to her placing her hands on your waist as she subtly moves one of her legs in between yours to start moving you back and forth against her thigh.

Scarlett’s grip on your waist tightened drastically as she felt you against her placing wet kisses up her jawline and biting her ear. She swallows dryly whilst moving her head back to ask you one more question. “Okay, okay one more question, do you want to stay here or do you want to go to my room where it’s more comfortable well you know cause….there’s a bed.”

Immediately and rather frantically you responded in nothing but disagreement shaking your head and humming. As you placed kisses on the corner of her mouth and on her lips frequently mumbling against her lips “mhmm nu-uh, it’ll waste too much time and this sofa seems comfortable enough.” Scarlett can’t help but groan at that comment as she pulls you against her more and wraps her arms around you. Both of you are quite surprised by just how good the two of you kissing feels.

Attempting to as smoothly as you can you manoeuvre yourself off of her lap to be able to lie down on the sofa, making sure you kept your grip on the front of your shirt as you dragged her down on top of you. Scarlett bites your lip softly in a silent plea for you to open your mouth so she can slip her tongue in, which you obey quite easily by gasping once you feel the bite. You run your hands through your hair to push her down closer to you as you feel her tongue start to move around your mouth you hum at the feeling.

As you go to move your hands down Scarlett, you open your eyes abruptly as you realise your rings are stuck in her hair, you pull and move your head back from her kisses as you whisper into Scarlett’s ear “Scar move your head and kisses down to my neck whilst I attempt to untangle your hair from my rings and take them off.” All you receive is a nod in understanding as you feel her shift herself downwards.

You sigh as you tilt your head up slightly as you try to get the knots out of her hair with one hand with the feeling of her kisses against your neck as she nips and bites at your soft skin. A sense of relief washes over you as you take out hand out of her hair and instantly you remove the rings off of your fingers and chuck them onto the coffee table not realising they rolled off the table and under something as you promptly got back to kissing Scarlett….not really though as she basically refused to move from your neck and she bit around your neck looking for the most sensitive spot. She grinned to herself as her teeth grazed a spot which in turn made your body jolt beneath her. Scarlett murmurs against your neck “mhmm there it is.” You roll your eyes at that comment which results in her biting your neck in retaliation “ow, Scar what the fuck?”

“You rolled your eyes!”

“You didn’t even see me or it happening how can you know for sure?”

Scarlett huffs as she sits up and straddles your lap “I know you did Emma, don’t lie to me. I know everything.” You gulp as you stare up at her as you nod your head in agreement and let a quiet “okay, okay. I did roll my eyes and I did lie to you by saying I didn’t.”

She can’t help but click her tongue and shake her head in disappointment. “I expected so much better from you Emma.” Her fingers skim against the waistband of your jeans and undoes your belt and buttons on your jeans. Whilst she pouts down at you, she watches your chest rise and fall as her hands get closer to where you want her to be. You attempt to hide just how heavy your breathing is getting as you feel Scarlett lie down on top of you again as her hand slips down the waistband of your jeans her fingers run up and down your legs, and skim past your underwear. A mixture between a whimper and a moan escapes past your lips as her fingers and hands move around your legs and thighs inching closer and closer to your core.

As you watch her face closely in an attempt to get a read on her as her fingers run up your thigh, out of your control your hips buck and push themselves up and further against her. You groan as quietly as possible when you hear Scarlett click her tongue “Emma y’know what I wouldn’t have taken you for one of those extremely needy girls who has no patience or self-control from looking at you and talking to you. But I guess we all get surprised sometimes huh?” Once Scarlett realises you’ve thrown your head back rolling your eyes at her comment, she decides whilst you’re not paying attention she pushes her fingers into your core and lets out a strangled moan at the feel of you around her fingers.

She places her head in the crook of your neck and smirks as she hears the surprised gasp come from your mouth at the intrusion of her fingers. You mutter out a quiet “fuck” as you feel the slow pace of her fingers thrusting in and out of you, whilst she simultaneously leaves sloppy wet kisses across the most sensitive parts of your neck. Trying your absolute hardest to get your rather laboured breathing under control in an effort to hide just how affected by her you were…which didn’t last long when you heard the muffled comment come from her “Now now Emma don’t be trying to hide how you’re really feeling from me now after we’ve come this far.” She makes sure to accentuate her point by thrusting her fingers in faster and harder into you as well as curling her fingers and pressing them against the more delicate part of your core. In turn, making your back arch off of the sofa as your mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

There was one thought constantly going through your head at this moment in time, that you have never felt this good when sleeping with someone, could it be due to not sleeping with someone for so long…possibly but all you knew right now was Scarlett was making you feel fucking amazing and you didn’t want her to stop any time soon. As you feel her fingers pressing against you more at what feels like an inhuman pace you languidly start pushing your jeans and underwear down your legs to give you more space to spread your legs more whilst Scarlett can do whatever she likes to you.

Falling on rather deaf ears due to the ecstasy you were feeling the comment of “Such a good girl for me.” wasn’t even registered by you. As she expected as she was looking down at you seeing you in a rather blissed out state with your eyes closed, head thrown back against the armrest and your mouth wide open letting out choked-out moans with inaudible “yes….yes right there…..keep going…p-please don’t stop.”

Scarlett bit her lip to hold back all the moans and whimpers that were coming from you, and don’t even get her started on the noises coming from between your legs due to her moving her fingers in and out of you. She muttered to herself softly so you wouldn’t hear….not like that you would hear anyway “God, honey you’re so wet, I wonder if it’s always like this or is it just because of me.” Her eyebrows raised quickly once your hand grabbed her wrist, it was then she noticed how your thighs were starting to twitch frantically whilst she can feel the clenching of your walls around her fingers.

Your eyes close tightly as you feel Scarlett adjust and move her fingers slightly letting out a whimper when you feel her remove her fingers. You look up at her wide-eyed basically asking the question “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” to her silently. She couldn’t help but chuckle “Relax honey, you’ll get your fill quickly I just wanted to do this first.” You squint your eyes and furrow your eyebrows as you stare her down, but your mouth parts slightly when you see her place her fingers into her mouth and humming to herself at the taste. As she removes her fingers with a pop she licks and sucks on her thumb as she places her fingers by your core again and thrusts them into you whilst placing her thumb on your clit. You gasp out as you feel her pick up the pace right where she stopped with the addition of her doing fast, tight circles on your clit with her thumb.

She smirks to herself at your messy moans and cries as she sees your whole body start to tense again as your eyes close tightly and mouth agape. “Em cum for me, cum for me sweetheart.” A loud moan escapes your mouth with quickly turns into a silent scream as your orgasm finally hits feeling her thrust into you even harder and fast feeling yourself clench around her fingers. “Fuck….oh my fucking God,” you exclaim breathlessly as you swallow dryly. Your hand still holds onto her wrist loosely as you still feel her move in and out of you slowly to help you after your high.

Once Scarlett knows you’ve calmed down from your high, she lies down against you more smirking to herself mischievously as she keeps he fingers in you still. Placing soft gentle kisses against the marks she’s already left on your neck and collarbone making sure to run her tongue across them, groaning to herself in delight as she can taste the slight saltiness due to your sweat. You hum softly loving the feeling of her lips against your skin as you lazily run your hand through your hair not noticing how she slowly but surely starts moving down your body.

Your hips jerk due to the feel of her lips against your thighs not even thinking about what her next move is going to be. But you gasp in surprise as you feel her lips and tongue place themselves against your core as she licks up your core whilst simultaneously spreading your folds with the fingers she still has inside you as she teasingly places her tongue inside you. Grabbing onto the back of her hair as you feel the vibrations of her moans against your core. “Fucking hell, Scar you’re insatiable.”

“Mhmm can’t help it you’re addicting. You taste and smell so good.” You whine and throw your head back at that comment as you feel her mouth moving around between your legs making sure to get all of your cum. Humming in pleasure as you feel her get more comfortable though that’s quickly replaced by a moan when you feel her suck on your bundle of nerves as her fingers start to move through your folds again.

Scarlett makes sure to quickly remove her fingers and replace them with her tongue, groaning at the feel of your walls already clenching around her tongue. She places her two fingers on your bundle of nerves and moves her fingers in tight circular motions. Load moans reverberate off the walls of her apartment as you start to lift your hips up moving them in time with Scarlett’s tongue. With her free hand, she pulls you down closer to her as the tip of her nose starts to hit off your bundle of nerves.

Knowing you’re close to reaching another high already after your first she makes sure to tap some part of your body letting you know that you can let go whenever you like. Which in turn doesn’t very long as she feels your thighs tense and press in against her head hearing your muffled screams and heavy breathing. She slows down her licks and starts to place soft kisses on your core, clit and thighs in an attempt to calm you down.

Scarlett places her head on your abdomen to look up at you as she looks at you getting your breath back drawing mindless shapes on your stomach, whilst licking the rest of your cum off from around her mouth. You look down at her and let out a breathless laugh when you see her wiping your cum off from around her mouth with her finger and placing it back into her mouth making sure to not let any of it go to waste.

She shoots you back a soft smile “So after all that d’you want some water, a shower or a bath anything like that?”

You nod slowly “Water would be good thank you, but a shower or bath can wait for a little while,” you say dismissively as Scarlett got up to get a bottle of water for you from the kitchen. You hear the curious tone in her voice as she questions you “Why can they wait till later, my dear Emma?” You slowly manoeuvre yourself to sit up as you pull up your underwear and jeans leaving them unbuttoned muttering a quiet “thank you” as you take the bottle from her. She sits beside you staring at you curiously as her fingers play with the hair on the nape of your neck.

Grinning slowly you lean over towards her, placing small pecks on her lips, teasing her with your tongue and kissing the corner of your mouth. “I’m positively sure a girl like you, in that bedroom of yours, has a strap or maybe multiple straps that you either love to use on people or for them to get used on you. Hearing the quiet groan escape her lips at that comment you smirk to yourself. She nods slowly as she leans into the kisses you’re placing on her skin “Y-yeah there are quite a few in that room of mine if you want your pick.”

You pull back and smile mischievously at her as you grab at her t-shirt and pull her to stand up with you grabbing both your water bottles and kissing her. “Well, then I think we…well, I need to see how good you are Miss Scarlett at using a strap if you’re that good with your fingers and mouth. She stumbles as you pull her up with you, messily turning off the TV with the remote in the process as she keeps her eyes on you. She clears her throat “I- I mean if that’s what you want.”

You nod your head confidently “Yeah…yeah that’s what I want Scarlett.” Laughing again at the whimper that comes from the back of her throat you drag her down the hallway. Once her head has caught up with what is actually going to happen she quickly pushes against your chest walking you down to her room as she pushes open the door and kicks it closed behind her.

Muffled comments can be heard coming from you both in Scarlett’s room as she claims “Who’s the insatiable one now Emma?”

You chuckle “You’d understand why I’m so insatiable now if you could get fucked by yourself Scar. You’re very…very good.”

Unknowingly between the both of you, the fun part would happen in 2 months time. When you both would meet each other for the first time....again. Although having no recollection of who the other person was….due to simple appearance changes. Only this time you would be meeting each other as Y/N Y/L/N and Wanda Maximoff.

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