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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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A Little Voice Told Me - Pt.1

***This request gives me sooooooooo many Sk8 The Infinity Sad!Reki vibes it's insane! Which, as the angst-obsessed weirdo that I am, I love. For anyone curious, I set out my specifications for asks with poly!mc dating all the demon bros in a previous ask HERE. I hope this is something along the lines of what you're looking for @ang3lsblue *** Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE Date night was always difficult when it came to dating the seven lords of the Devildom. For starters, it was in the nature of several of them to keep you to themselves. Leviathan and Mammon in particular had a hard time adjusting to the idea that you loved all the brothers equally and wanted to spend time with all of them. Things were bumpy when the relationship first got started, but after some communication and careful negotiation, you were all able to find a way to make this work. One particular boundary that had been set up early on was a line up from oldest to youngest of who got to take you out on a date next. That day, in particular, had been Beel's turn. The two of you were at a professional Fangol game. Although you had a decent understanding of the sport from watching Beel's practices and games so often, you still found yourself leaning over to ask him questions from time to time. Beel would smile, and answer them easily without an ounce of judgement. The night had been going wonderfully with Beel's favourite team winning as the half-time buzzer went off. The friendly giant stood and looked down at you. "I'm going to go get some snacks from the canteen. Did you want to come with me?" You smiled at him and shook your head. "No, I'm pretty comfy here. Will you get me popcorn and a bottle of water while you're there though?" He knelt down and kissed the top of your head. "Sure thing, Honey Bun. I'll be right back. Stay here and be careful, okay?"

You giggled and waved at your doting boyfriend as he walked away. You pulled out your D.D.D. and began responding to the few texts that your other partners had sent you checking on things and making sure that you were okay. You were in the middle of responding to particularly curious Leviathan when you began to notice the words being spoken around you. "That's them right? The human that's sleeping around with the Avatars of Sin?" "God, what do the Lords even see in them? I mean seriously? They're just a pathetic human." "Honestly, the brothers are probably only dating them out of pity. I mean what else could it be?" "Did you see Beelzebub walk away earlier? He couldn't wait to get away from them. I bet he's ditching them right now." "Ha! Maybe I should go find him? Diavolo knows that anything would be better than dating a weakling like that." "The human needs to take a hint and back off. They can't even compare to the lords. I mean they're the strongest demons in the Devildom, and who is this human? Nothing. They'll never even compare." You froze clutching your D.D.D. tightly in your hand. What those asshole lower demons were saying, wasn't true right? Your boyfriends loved you and had proved it a number of times. This was just nothing jealous gossip. "Can you imagine being as blind and naïve as they are? Like how do they not see how much they annoy the brothers?" You winced as slid down in your seat a little. You did have the tendency to go off and do exactly what the brothers told you not to do. You were constantly stirring up trouble and getting involved in business that wasn't yours to meddle with. They were always having to protect you and save you from the messes that you had made yourself. You really were just a defenceless, small, human in a world of powerful strong demons after all. That much was true. Now that you thought about it, there was some logic to what these other demons were saying. Demons live for centuries if not millennia. You would be dead within the next several decades. Why would they waste their time tying themselves down to someone whose existence is a mere blink of an eye to them? Why are you allowing yourself to hold them back? "MC?" You flinched and looked up to see Beel frowning down at you in concern from behind the mountain of snacks that he was carrying. He sat down and set the food on his lap so that he could place a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright? You look upset?" You didn't want to ruin the night for Beelzebub. He had been looking forward to this game for weeks. You flashed him a fake smile and nodded. "Everything's fine Beel. Just daydreamed a little while you were gone." He looked at you with uncertainty as you grabbed your water and popcorn from his stash. "Are you sure MC? If something's wrong, we can go home and watch a movie or-" The buzzer signalling the start of the next quarter. It was exactly the distraction you needed to get the focus off of you. "Oh look! The games about to start again! You should start working on those nachos before they go cold." You could feel Beelzebub's eyes on you as you stubbornly stared at the field. He squeezed your shoulder once, before pulling his hand away and beginning to munch on his collection of food. You were much quieter for the rest of the night. You stopped asking Beel about things that confused you about the sport. You barely touched your popcorn. Even though you were watching the players the whole time, you couldn't remember a single thing that happened after halftime. Although you were physically at the game, in your head you were running through every single time you had inconvenienced your partners. As the minutes ticked by, it became glaringly obvious to you that the demons were right. You didn't deserve them. You jumped as the final buzzer went off, and blinked at the scoreboard. Beel's team had won. You got on your feet and urged yourself to cheer like everyone else around you. Beelzebub's eyebrows narrowed as he watched you, and you could tell that he was suspicious of you. You tried

to up your game and laughed at him. "Why are you so serious? You should be celebrating! Your team won!" You stood on your tippy-toes and poked his cheeks into a smile. Beel chuckled and took your hands into his own, pressing a kiss to them. "You're right. I'm sorry." You tried not to let your smile falter as you heard people whisper about how disgusting it was that he was even touching a being like you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, unaware of voices talking lowly about the two of you, and began to walk out of the arena. "We should probably go home. It's been a long day, huh?" The walk home was quiet and tense. Beel obviously knew that something was wrong, but you just couldn't bring yourself to talk about it yet. As you arrived at the House of Lamentation, Levi was pouting in the living room. "You can't just have MC to yourself all night, Beel. It's not fair to the rest of us." Belphegor flicked Levi's head as he walked by. "It's his turn for date night, Levi. He can do whatever he damn pleases. You didn't hear any of us complaining when you holed MC up in your room gaming and watching animes for twenty-four hours on your last date night." Leviathan huffed and sunk down into the couch, purposely stretching out his legs so that Belphie couldn't sit. Belphie rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair as he approached the two of you. "How was the game? Did you have fun?" The evening's discoveries were weighing down on you as you tried to pull together a small smile for Belphie. "It was fantastic! Beel's team won and there was confetti and everything!" You held your breath as the twins made eye contact and silently agreed that you were keeping something from them. Before anyone could say anything you gave them both kisses on the cheeks. "I-I'm feeling pretty tired though. So I think I'm going to head to bed," before they could react you made your way towards your room. "Thanks for the night out Beel! I loved it. See you in the morning!" And you were gone. The three brothers blinked at where you once stood. Levi frowned and sat up. "Well, that was weird. Have they been like that all night?" Beel grunted with a nod. "Something's not right. I think something happened, b-but I don't know what. One moment they were happy and genuinely enjoying themselves. Then I went to get snacks and when I came back they were like this!" Belphie patted his twin's back. "It's not your fault Beel. MC adores you, you know that. Something must have happened, and we're going to find out what."

***AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH turns out I'm going to have to break this down into two parts! For now, here is part one! I hope you enjoyed @ang3lsblues! Stay tuned for the other bros and to see how they handle MC's insecurities.***

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime – Eight // Wanda Maximoff

chapter seven | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter nine

author’s note: Y/C/N = your cousin’s name, also this is later than I wanted today but i’ve been super busy so sorry for that! Also, I’ll be responding to comments from the last one as soon as I’m free. Enjoy 😊

"...okay, so now use the water to dilute the colour."

I did as Wanda said, dipping my brush in the glass of water and diluting the watercolour I was using, but I must have used too much because it made the paint run and then the paper started to get too damp to hold together.

Wanda facepalmed, sighing as I smiled sheepishly.

"My bad...?"

She glared playfully before ripping a page from her sketchbook. "Try again, milaya (darling). And use less water this time."

I squinted in the sun as I glanced at her. "Can't you just accept I'm not very good at painting? Or art in general?"

She shook her head, taking the torn page from my grasp and replacing it with a new one. "No way. You're not getting out of it that easily. It's not hard, I promise!"

I groaned lightheartedly. "You said that about drawing. And about using acrylics. And about using chalk."

"And I'm saying it about this, now c'mon, try again," she encouraged with an amused smile before returning to her own painting.

We were sat in my garden, hanging out and making the most of the lovely day we were having. The Spring breeze was getting warmer as we transitioned into Summer and it was a nice change of pace from the usual bad weather we had. So nice that Wanda wanted to do some painting and also teach me how to. But art was never my strong suit and I'm sure she knew that but still proceeded to try anyway.

Sketching out the tree before us for the third time today, I attempted to provide an outline that I could eventually fill in with green watercolours. Unlike Wanda though, it wasn't fun. My eyes veered over to her and I smiled to myself as I admired the look of concentration on her face – her 'art' look, I dubbed it. It was this very specific expression she got whenever she worked on a painting or drawing, and it always reminded me of that first time I saw it, after we met in the stationary store and when she took me back to her room. Absolutely wonderful.

"I don't hear a pencil moving," she said, not looking up but beginning to smile.

"That's because I'm looking for... what did you call it?" I racked my brain, thinking back to the day in the store when she talked about inspiration. "Vdokhoventi?"

A sharp exhale escaped her lips as she finally lifted her gaze to meet mine. Attempting not to laugh, she tilted her head adorably. "Vdokhnoveniye."

I quirked a brow. "Is that not what I said?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "Definitely not."

I grinned, shrugging. "Well, that's what I meant."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm not it, so eyes on your page."

"Oh, how dearly mistaken you are, love," I said quietly, leaning close and giving her a knowing smile.

She looked up, expression softening with a smile. Her eyes were heavenly, pupils dilated as she squinted in the sun, and they flickered to my lips before she settled on nudging me in the shoulder slightly. I snickered, leaning my head on her shoulder since everybody thought we were as close as best friends, so it wouldn't look suspicious. She sighed contently, letting me watch as she moved her paintbrush, painting a flower that was peeking through the grass we were sat on.

I could have stayed there forever, in that moment, sitting with Wanda and watching her paint under the sun. But of course, all good things come to an end when you don't want them to.

"Y/N, dear," I heard my father call, and when I looked up, I saw him approaching Wanda and I from the direction of our house.

Straightening up, I watched as he attempted to sit on the grass, but his legs were too long and he struggled to cross them. With a hearty chuckle, he stretched them out, slightly bent, and leaned on his hands.

"I'm getting too old for this, ladies," he said humorously, making Wanda and I smile.

"What d'you need, dad?" I asked, raising my brows.

"I just wanted to check in and see if you were ready for tonight," he said casually, making me furrow my brows. He seemed to notice my confusion, prompting, "Tonight? Your cousin's birthday party?"

"My cousin's what-now?"

He sighed, massaging the point between his brows. "Y/C/N? They organised this months ago. We're all expected to be there." His glanced to Wanda. "You, too, dear."

Wanda hummed, pulling her gaze from her painting and looking to my dad. "Yes, I'm aware. Got my dress ready and everything."

My eyes snapped to Wanda's with surprise. "You knew about this?!"

"You should be more like her," my dad muttered, as Wanda smiled with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

I looked back to my father. "I was planning on helping Y/B/N with his manuscript tonight."

My dad waved his hand. "I've already talked to him. He's agreed to work on it before the party starts so you're both on time."

I groaned, already tired at the sound of yet another party. Did it ever end?

"Don't be late," he ordered, though his voice was anything but stern. Cue another groan. He smiled before looking to Wanda's painting. "Wow, that's great, dear. Apparently you've got Y/N here attempting to do the same?"

Wanda chuckled as she handed him my several failed attempts. "Key word being 'attempting'."

He accepted the pages and stifled a smile of amusement. "Wow... maybe you should stick to writing, Y/N."

I ripped the pages from his grasp. "Cheers, dad, really."

He laughed before leaning forward and kissing my forehead. "It's all in good faith, dear. Now remember. Don't be late tonight, okay?"

I sighed, which he took as my response, before pushing himself off the grass with a grumble. Dusting his trousers, he nodded to Wanda and I before leaving us be.

"You could've told me I had yet another party to attend tonight," I told Wanda with narrowed eyes.

She shrugged, smiling helplessly. "I thought you knew."

I laid back on the grass with a dramatic sigh. "I just don't understand why our life revolves around extravagant parties, balls and dinners."

"That's just how it is, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said with a warm smile.

I looked up at the sky, raising my hand to shield the sun from my eyes, though my heart fluttered at one of the many nicknames she called me in Russian. "I'd rather live in the middle of nowhere. Where nobody expects anything of me and there's no stupid parties to attend."

She rested a hand on my leg before laying beside me, leaning her head on my shoulder. I relaxed my head on hers, appreciating how well we fit together.

"Same here," she agreed, making me gasp playfully.

"What? Don't you love the glitz and glamour?"

She laughed quietly. "I do, but I like the peace and quiet more."

I breathed out, fingertips brushing hers. "Maybe I can be a little late tonight... accidentally run over time so I don't have to stay as long."

Her fingers tugged on mine between us as a warning. "No. I'll be left alone and I'll be bored. And when I'm bored, I drink."

It was my turn to laugh. "You won't be alone, Wanda. You'll have Pietro."

She shifted so she was no longer leaning on my shoulder but instead tilting her head to look my way. "I want you."

I turned my head and gave her a small, promising smile. "I'll try to be on time."

She quirked a brow. "Try? You will."

My eyes flittered away, ready to argue otherwise, but she sat up and grabbed her paintbrush. I sat up, too, ready to tell her I would try, but I flinched when she flicked water towards me from the tip of it.

"Are you serious?" I asked, wiping the water from my eyelids with tongue-in-cheek.

She chuckled and I grabbed my paintbrush and did the same, watching her squirm when it flicked on her face.

Suppressed smile on her face, she wiped away the water and glared with dazzling eyes. "You shouldn't start what you can't finish, milaya (darling)."

Smiling from ear to ear, I quirked a brow devilishly. "Oh?"

"You're so lucky we're in front of people," she said lowly, leaning close enough to be platonic, but her hand slipped under my dress and creeped up my leg, making me involuntarily shiver. "Or you would be in serious trouble."

I stopped her hand from going any higher, the rings on her fingers cold enough for me to not melt under her touch. "I highly doubt that, love."

She held my gaze, intoxicating and mesmerising all at once. A sly smile tugged at her lips as she said, "Don't test me then. You heard your father. Don't be late."

I exhaled, licking my lips. "Fine. I won't be."

—

Later that afternoon, I found myself sat in my brother's study as the two of us worked on his latest manuscript together. It was a love story, his (my) specialty, and I was helping him to sort out his sentence structure when he decided to question me.

"Will you entertain me for a moment?" he asked randomly, making me look up from the pages.

"I'll probably regret it, but go on," I said jokingly, before looking back down and adding some notes to the paper.

His chair creaked as he leaned back, eyes watching me thoughtfully. "Are you in a secret relationship?"

I almost choked on my spit as he asked this, heart dropping to my stomach with panic. He couldn't know about Wanda, right? We'd been so careful.

Thankfully, I played it off well as I merely glanced his way before distracting myself with note-taking.

"Why would you think that, Y/B/N?" I asked like he was insane.

He shrugged in my peripheral. "I don't know... I've been wondering for a while. You've just loosened up so much more. And you're not as uptight as you usually are."

"Cheers," I said sarcastically.

He leaned forward, head resting in his palm. "This all happened right about the time I met Wanda..."

I swallowed hard, quirking a brow at him to play down my panic.

"I saw you with Pietro the other week," he continued, and I could finally breathe when I realised what he was insinuating. "I'm happy if you're happy, Y/N, but I'm not a fan of you sleeping with my publisher."

At that thought, I shuddered and proceeded to shove Y/B/N on the arm. "Don't say that. And I would never."

Just your fiancé, I thought guiltily.

"Good," he said with relief, straightening up. "Because you're not supposed to do that until you get married."

I rolled my eyes dismissively in response, but wondered if that still applied in a world where one was not allowed to marry the person they loved.

Y/B/N gave me a reassuring glance. "Look, I'm okay with it, I guess. But I'd appreciate the heads up so I can give him a stern talking to."

Realising there was a hint of mirth in his voice, I looked up and gave him a warning look. "Don't you dare."

He laughed, patting me on the back, to which I shrugged off with annoyance.

"It's the Maximoff charm," he commented knowingly. "The twins have that effect on people, don't they? Wanda sure has it on me."

A short silence fell after he said that and I chewed on my lip curiously, unable to stop myself from speaking until it was too late.

"Is her love reciprocated?"

He looked down to me from his daydream, no doubt of Wanda. "Pardon?"

Knowing there was no backing down from the conversation now, I avoided his eyes. "The engagement between you both was arranged... you're clearly in love with her, but is it returned?"

His lips twitched into a frown. "I'd hope so."

I hummed, diverting my attention away from him and to the pen in my hand.

"Why? Did she say something?" he asked, voice laden with worry.

"Of course not," I reassured him.

"But you'd tell me if she did?" he asked eagerly.

I looked his way and saw him peering down at me, hanging onto my response. I nodded lamely, which seemed to put him at ease as he sank into his chair with relief.

We spent the next few hours working on the manuscript without a hitch, but I noticed the time and realised the party was already in full swing. Wanda's words came to mind and I hoped she wouldn't be too annoyed at my lateness.

"We're wrapping it up now, don't worry," Y/B/N said, noticing me check the clock. "Thanks for the help. I'm gonna get this to my editor tomorrow. Your amendments should help make the process go a lot smoothly."

I hummed in response, feeling a heaviness settle on my shoulders as he mentioned his editor. It was always the same routine – I helped him with his manuscript, he got it edited, got his book published and got all the credit. And I was stuck in the same position, wishing I could do the same.

"What is it?" he asked with a sigh, sensing my mood.

Playing with the corner of the manuscript, I met his gaze. "I help you with your writing, but I never get anything from it."

"You get to help me," he pointed out, not seeing the issue. "Isn't that enough?"

Pietro's offer came to mind as I said, "What if I wrote my own book? And got published with my name on the cover?"

He squinted as he studied me, trying to find the humour in my words. Letting out a laugh, he shook his head.

"Y/N, that's absurd."

I raised my eyebrows hopefully. "I mean, is it? Would that be so bad?"

He pressed his lips together and breathed out through his nose. Resting a hand on my shoulder, he gave me a condescending look.

"I'm saying this because I care," he said, making me feel like crap. "But yes."

As if I didn't already know the answer, I asked, "Why?"

He motioned with his hand like it was obvious. "Because. People would look at you differently. You'd be undesirable. You know men don't like smart women. I'm just looking out for you as your brother."

I looked away, the bitterness at his words stinging more than usual. "Well, I like smart women."

Thinking I was joking, he chuckled. "Don't go saying things like that. One might misinterpret."

My teeth pressed into my lower lip hard, trying to contain my frustration.

"You can do this every now and then," he said, referring to the manuscript, "but any more isn't possible. Besides, two authors in one family? That's insane."

I forced a smile, but I wondered if his last comment was the real reason he wouldn't let me at least try to get published.

"Anyway, never mind that," he said indifferently. "We should probably head out. Dad is not going to be pleased. Especially since I promised we wouldn't be late."

I nodded, sliding my chair out and wanting to be anywhere but here right now. "Yeah, come on."

He gave me a sneaky smile. "Can't wait to see Pietro?"

I slapped him on the arm before standing up, ignoring his laughter. Nothing to make an already-depressing night worse than going to a party you didn't care for.

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Wanda Maximoff was a very difficult drunk to be around, I'd learnt that the hard way.

As soon as Y/B/N and I rolled up to my cousin's house, a third of the guests were drunk and the rest were tipsy. A typical Y/L/N get-together. Y/B/N was instantly dragged away by some family whilst I was quick to make myself scarce, attempting to find Wanda. But the place was bustling with people and there were way too many rooms to check.

I found Pietro before I found his twin, as he was poking around party favours on a table in the corner, attempting to make out what were in the bags.

"If you're expecting a brand new fountain pen, you won't find it in there," I teased, making him jump.

He sighed when he looked my way, realising it was me. "I know that. But there's nothing better here to do, so I may as well know what freebies we'll be getting by the end of it."

I smirked. "Anything good?"

He shrugged, seeming disappointed. "Just some chocolate and perfume samples."

Holding back a smile, I said, "How tragic."

"If you're looking for my sister, she's over there," he said, nodding behind me. "You'll love this one."

"What do you mean?" I asked, brows knitted with confusion, before turning around and following his gaze.

Wanda was indeed stood on the other side of the dining room and I could just about make her out between idle guests. She was chatting to some woman, hands moving erratically and with expression, a grin on her lips.

"What is she doing?" I asked unsurely, tearing my eyes from her and looking to Pietro.

He was withholding laughter as he answered, "Sometimes, dear Y/N, my beloved twin sister gets drunk when she's–"

"Bored," I finished, remembering what she told me this morning. My face dropped as I mumbled, "Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh indeed," Pietro said, grinning at his sister's dismay. "Drunk Wanda is a very truthful Wanda. So, any secrets of hers will most definitely be revealed tonight."

Pietro was too caught up in his own amusement to notice my eyes widening.

"One of our servants made me a platter a few years ago," Pietro explained, oblivious to my panic. "It was a delicious cheese platter, the cheese having been imported from France. Then, Wanda proceeded to eat it without telling me. When I asked if she did, she lied. And I only discovered she lied because she got drunk a few weeks later and bragged about how good the cheese was."

Continuing to ramble, though this time in Russian, Pietro complained about said incident, though I wasn't listening as I watched Wanda talk to the woman enthusiastically. I could only imagine what secrets she was sharing.

"Pietro!" I cut him off, earning his attention. "Shouldn't you do something? To stop Wanda?"

The cheese platter story long forgotten, his grin reappeared on his lips. "Nah, it's funny watching her make a fool of herself."

I gave him a look of disbelief before looking back to Wanda, who was laughing at something by herself. The woman she was speaking to seemed partially confused, but smiled to be polite. I gulped, before shaking my head.

"I'm not that mean," I said to Pietro before making a move to stop her.

Pietro booed me playfully, but I ignored him and approached the drunk brunette, managing to catch her conversation.

"–and they're usually such catty bitch–"

"Wanda!" I immediately cut her off, bumping into her side slightly to get her attention. "There you are!"

Green eyes widened with excitement as they met mine. "Y/N! You're here!"

Ignoring her, I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her close before looking to the guest she was talking with.

"My apologies for her behaviour," I said with an awkward smile, hoping Wanda hadn't revealed anything suspicious.

"No need to apologise, dear," the woman said with an amused smile. "Wanda here was telling me all about how lovely of a sister-in-law you are. Or will be."

Wanda grinned, looking to me and leaning in so close that her nose brushed my cheek. "Yeah, she is," she continued to the woman, though her eyes were on mine. "She's sweet, not like other people make out their sister-in-laws to be."

My face was warm as I cleared my throat and smiled once more to the woman. "If you'll excuse Wanda and I."

The woman barely got out a nod before I dragged Wanda away, trying to keep her lips away from my neck (she was also an extremely clingy drunk). Tugging her into the bathroom down the hall, I closed the door behind us and released a breath of relief, grateful for the escape from guests.

"You look very sexy when you're worried," Wanda complimented, stepping forward and smiling dazedly.

"Wanda–"

She placed her hand on my jaw, moving closer so that her lips were grazing mine as she mumbled, "You came late, milaya (darling). But I still love you."

I'd like to say that I had the willpower to push her away and scold her for acting so obvious about us before, but my lips went numb as she captured them between hers. I could taste the alcohol on her lips as she moved them against mine, making me dizzy and forgetting what I was going to say. Her thumb caressed my jaw and I relaxed under her touch, hands resting on her chest. When she tried to part my lips with her tongue, I seemed to come to my senses.

"Wanda, you're drunk," I muttered, pushing her back gently.

She chased down my mouth again, sucking on my lip and tilting my head back so she could have better access. I tried not to let her win as I kissed her briefly before pulling away. Clouded hazel eyes met mine with a matching smirk.

"You're such a tease," she whispered, her accent thicker than usual and making my stomach flip uncontrollably. Her thumb traced my lips as she continued, "You shouldn't do that when I already know how you taste, moya lyubov' (my love)."

The way she was staring at me made me flustered in place, and she seemed to notice her effect on me as she winked my way.

Shaking my head and trying not to let her win, I said, "Look, Wanda. I'm sorry for being late. But did you really have to get drunk?"

She shrugged, leaning her weight on my shoulder with her hand. "If you hadn't kept me waiting, then I wouldn't have."

I sighed, looking to her apologetically. "I didn't realise the time."

A permanent troublesome smile was fixed on her lips as she watched me.

"Your brother told me how you can be when you get drunk," I said with mild concern, hoping she'd register my seriousness. "You need to be careful, Wanda. We can't have people finding out about us."

"It seems to me," she began agonisingly slowly, lacing her arms around my shoulders, "that you'll have to watch me all night to make sure I don't do anything out of line."

Determined not to play into her teasing, I maintained her gaze with a stern stare. "It seems I'll have to."

She bit her lip, eyes flickering between mine, before leaning further into my ear. In a whispered voice, she said, "That means you can't leave my side, printsessa (princess)."

I clenched my jaw, ready to agree, but a gasp escaped my lips as hers sucked on my earlobe, teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin. Stupid Wanda and her stupid flirting and stupid attractiveness.

"Wanda!" I scolded, though my cheeks were flushed as I pushed her away gently.

She laughed adorably, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "What?"

"You have to behave," I told her, swallowing hard and trying not to let her teasing smile get to me. "You can't do this out there. Okay?"

"Okay," she agreed in a way that wasn't reassuring in the slightest.

I rolled my eyes before grabbing her hand and leading her back outside the bathroom, returning to the party. I wasn't planning on leaving her side for the rest of the evening, even if Y/B/N wanted to be with her. The last thing I wanted was for her cute drunken self to reveal something she couldn't take back.

To my relief, she kind of behaved after that. There were times when she would get a little too touchy to be platonic, but a quick stare set her straight. Y/B/N wasn't around much, as when he did join us, he was immediately pulled away by some family friends who wanted to discuss his books. For once, I was glad he was an author, afraid of what would happen if Wanda got too comfortable in his presence.

At one point though, he was able to join Wanda, Pietro and I at a standing table, relief flooding his expression when nobody called after him. His arm wrapped around Wanda's waist and he kissed the top of her head, making me look the other way with distaste. She scrunched her nose up at the action before distracting herself with a drink. I gave her a knowing look, having told her earlier to stop with the alcohol. She pretended not to see me.

"Sorry I've not been able to spend time with you tonight," he said to Wanda, oblivious to her tipsy state.

"It's almost like it's your birthday and not your cousin's," Pietro joked, smiling at him.

My brother chuckled. "I guess. They just all wanna talk about my manuscript."

"Ah, yes, the reason you were late, right?" Wanda asked, eyes falling to mine.

"I'm sorry," my brother apologised, assuming it was him she was speaking to.

"You were helping him, too, right?" Pietro asked, looking to me curiously. "Maybe I'll finally get a glance at your work."

I narrowed my eyes at him, having figured he'd put the subject to rest after last time. He merely grinned in response, finding joy in messing with me, just like his sister. Before I could say anything, my brother beat me to it.

"Don't be getting any ideas. It's just a hobby." He smiled forcefully, before glancing at me. "Isn't it, Y/N?"

So he was jealous. Wow.

"You don't need to hide your relationship, y'know," he continued when I didn't respond, looking to Pietro.

The silver-haired publisher choked on his drink as he looked to my brother, clearly very amused.

"I know you're together," Y/B/N said with agitation. "Everybody does. And don't get me wrong, Pietro, I respect you as a publisher."

I groaned quietly, closing my eyes with embarrassment. When I opened them, Pietro was watching my brother with an entertained smile, meanwhile, Wanda was looking between them with a twitching frown.

"But if you're going to date my sister, you should do it the right way," my brother continued stupidly. "It's not appropriate to have whatever this is." He motioned between us with his hands. "It's wrong."

I jumped when Wanda's hand slipped to my arse, squeezing it gently. Thankfully, our backs were to a wall so nobody would have noticed behind us, but I instantly glared at her and removed her hand. She gave me a cunning smile, not bothered by the consequences.

"...and if you're sleeping together like I suspect," Y/B/N was saying, making me flush with humiliation, "know that our friendship is at breaking point. I can't have that blatant disrespect in my life."

Wanda continued to attempt to grab my arse, making me slap her hand away several times, all whilst trying to manage whatever conversation was happening right now.

"I can't believe you just said that," I finally spoke up, managing to keep Wanda at bay long enough. "You're such an idiot, Y/B/N! I told you I wasn't with Pietro!"

Pietro tried not to laugh as he met my brother's intimidating stare. "I value our friendship, too, Y/B/N. Which is why I can promise you I have no... relations... with your sister. I don't like her like that, I can assure you."

Wanda snorted with amusement, before hiding behind a glass of wine when everyone looked her way.

Y/B/N seemed embarrassed as he cleared his throat. "Oh."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, oh!"

"I guess I should apologise," he said awkwardly, looking to Pietro. "I–"

"No apology necessary," Pietro cut him off, raising a hand. "I am thankful for the entertainment however."

"I'm gonna go literally anywhere else," I dismissed myself, unable to take the uncomfortable situation any longer.

Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and walked away. To my surprise, Wanda trailed after, falling into step with me.

I glanced at her unhappily, quirking a brow. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, don't be mad at me because your brother's an idiot," she said with a wag of her hand.

I gave her a suggestive look. "I told you to behave."

She pressed her lips together in a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry... Y/B/N was talking about you and Pietro and I– well, I don't like sharing, remember?"

The improper glint in her eye as she stopped before me, watching with amusement, made me feel warm all of a sudden. That day when she first told me that and we proceeded to make love flashed to mind, and she seemed to know as she had a mischievous look on her face.

Clearing my throat, I pointed a finger her way. "Behave."

I should have known by the devilish look in her eyes that she wouldn't.

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen imagine #marvel #mcu #scarlet witch #scarlet witch imagine

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vannybarber · 3 years

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The Prenup: Part Three

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two

After Chris' little sob moment, he got his shit together and went back to where his family was. There was no way he was going to get you back crying like a baby when he was at fault. He needed to fix this, but you had to be on board in order first

He sits back on the couch, his mother and siblings not even realizing he entered the room, for they were having their own squabble. Scott's voice being the loudest out of everyone of course.

He sees his phone and goes to grab it. Carly notices him and speaks up.

"Chris is there anywhere you think she could be? Any place you guys have gone that's sentimental or something?" She's trying her best, but it wasn't enough. For all Chris knew, you could've been in numerous places. Everywhere you went was special.

When you both aren't working, you're on an adventure after another. You both loved to explore and were the perfect partners for each other to do it. You guys had traveled everywhere.

"I have no idea. I really fucked up and I don't even know where to begin to fix this" he breathes out, voice wavering gradually at every word. "Why do I always do this?"

It's Lisa's turn to speak up. "Do what?"

"Why do I always sabotage everything good in my life? Specifically love. It's like whenever it gets too good to be true, I back away. This time, I decided to wait four years to mess this up."

"Chris," Shanna calls. "You have a good woman." She pauses. "A great woman. She has put up with your shit and gave up so much to be with you. That's exactly what you wanted. Someone to really prove their love for you and she did that. You cannot go back on that now."

"Look how that's going." Scott doesn't fail to add a snarky remark.

"Scott I'm not going to tell you again. Quit it." Lisa barks and pops the back of his head. Scott goes silent.

"Okay but what if I messed up for good this time?" He looks up and straight at Shanna. "I have never seen her like this. I don't think anyone has ever hurt her this bad before." And he was right. You'd never experienced this much emotional pain before and the love of your life is to blame.

"Well you don't know that unless you find out. You can't just sit around here and feel sorry for yourself because believe it or not, you have no reason to." Shanna is completely right. Now it was up to Chris. But first he needed to figure out where you were.

He grabs his phone and goes to your contact. He finds you and clicks. All your info pops up and he debates on whether he should call or message. As he's deciding, his eyes wander lower to the location box. He sees your icon on the map.

His mouth opens, but nothing leaves it. Your location was on. It had been on the entire freaking time.

"Chris what's wrong?" Lisa walks over and the kids perk up.

"Y/N's location has been on all this time. I can see where she is now!" He clicks your icon and waits for it to load. A little hope has risen inside of him. One step closer.

"Well this is good. Now you can go to her. I just hope she doesn't want to kill you when she sees you." Shanna scratches the back of her neck because she knows what you're capable of.

Last year, your sister's boyfriend was messing around with your cousin's girlfriend and it got exposed at the dinner table infront of everyone.

Chris and his family had been invited and everything was going great. But then one of your other cousins decided to start some mess and pointed out how it was so strange that they were so close and always hung out together. They weren't wrong either.

Turns out they've been hooking up behind their backs for a while and all hell broke loose. Your sister and cousin are both very sensitive people. Their feelings get hurt fast and this absolutely tore them to pieces. That pissed you off and you went straight for the girlfriend. Then you went for the boyfriend but only got a kick to the spleen before Chris snatched you up.

She went to the hospital with a broken nose and dislocated jaw. The boyfriend had pain in his spleen for weeks on end. You apologized to the Evans' for your riveting hospitality, but Scott backed you up and stated that 'you did what you had to do'.

From that day forward, they did not get on your bad side. But you'd never hurt them. You had a great relationship with all of them. Something rare with in-laws. But not the Evans'.

Your location finally loaded and you were pinned at the Liberty, almost an hour from where you guys lived. Chris didn't even need to ask himself why you were so far away. He knew why.

"Okay I found her. She's at a hotel about about an hour away. Who knows what she'll do next, so I need to go right now." He moves to get his jacket and shoes. Slipping them on he grabs his keys and heads out the door, yelling an 'I'll be back soon' just before closing it.

Pregnant, tired, once again and alone. This should not be the case. You should be at home with your fianceé discussing how you'd break the news to your families about your new addition. But instead, there you are eating Domino's and binge watching the first and only season of a new show you found to get your mind off of things.

Its about a district attorney who's son had been found as a suspect for the murder of his schoolmate. What didn't help was the fact that the father, Andy Barber, looked almost identical to Chris. And the way Andy would interact with his son had you thinking about how he would react to your little surprise.

Would he be happy? Would it be too much for him? Seeing that you guys had just now got engaged after 4 years, you didn't see him too excited to add a baby in just yet. You hadn't even gotten married. Not to mention you just pushed that off the table.

You got your mind racing again, so you turned off the show and just sat quietly, succumbing to your thoughts. First, you guys needed to solve your problem before you tell him anything of the current events. Should you call him and tell him to come over? How were you gonna approach him?

Staying mad was off the table as soon as you saw the pregnancy results. You had to be mature for your new family. That meant pushing aside your anger and solving this prenup issue. Then you'd tell him about the baby. You just needed the chance.

And your chance had arrived when Chris pulled up to the parking lot of the hotel. Your icon was still at the location. He rushed to get out and inside, heading to the front desk.

"Hi! Is a Y/N Y/LN checked in here?" His fingers tap the counter in anticipation. The clerk is taken aback but checks the computer infront of him anyway.

"Uh, no sir there isn't anyone here by that name." The clerk shook his head and looked back up at him. Chris sighs and thinks. An idea comes to his head. It doesn't sound reasonable, but he had to at least try it.

"Okay um..how about a Y/N Evans?" The clerk looks back at the computer and types.

"Yes! There's a Y/N Evans in room 263 on the 3rd floor." Chris' heart leaped. You used his last name. After all that went down, you still went by his last name. He was gaining hope by the minute.

"She's my fianceé. Is there a way I could have a key to her room? It's super important" he begged.

"Well we're not allowed to give room keys out randomly. It's policy. But I could call up to confirm with Ms. Evans, if you'd like?" Chris accepted the offer, but not before correctly the clerk to calling you Mrs. Evans.

You jump slightly when you hear the phone ring. You stretch your arm and pick it up from the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mrs Evans! I have a-"

There was a pause before he continued,

"Mr. Evans down here at the lobby that wants to see you. Should I send him up?"

You swear in that exact moment all the saliva in your mouth dried up and your mouth was sealed shut. He had found you and and wanted to see you. But how? Anyways, you had to face him sooner or later. You freaking live together and you can't stay at that hotel forever.

"Mrs. Evans? Are you alright?" You snap out of your immobile state and clear your throat.

"Um..yes. You can send him up." You scold yourself for not putting up a bigger fight. But what for? It would only make shit worse than it already was.

"Alright ma'am. He'll be up shortly."

"Okay thank you." You quickly slam the phone on the receiver and let your body hit the mattress. Well, there's no turning back now.

You don't know how long you were laying there, but it couldn't have been long because you heard a knock at the door. You shoot up and stare at it.

Another knock.

"Y/N?"

You move your body towards the door taking a deep breath. You can do this Y/N. Get it together. This is Chris for goodness sake.

You turn the knob and pull the door back, Chris coming into view staring right back at you.

"Hi baby."

pls- this dramatic ass ending 😭 this was gonna be the last part, but dialogue/ just kept coming at me as I was writing 🥴.

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jjaeong · 3 years

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The Heiress, And The Twelve. Act I.

Episode VI: To Be Deceived, Or Protected.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: OT12 & Mafia Heiress Female Reader.

Summary: While the members residing with The Heiress in Eden managed to resolve her internal conflict about who she was and who she had deemed herself should be—Haseul, along with Sooyoung and Jinsol, discovers a certain string of information that could potentially lead to a much more greater complication than they had ever encountered before. And as Jinsol finally reconciled with Sooyoung after the incident, Hyejoo and Heejin find themselves stunned as they come across your room—realizing that something had been missing in the vicinity, with that something being you.

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be with the members?"

Jinsol had just managed to set her foot on the top of the staircase when she met the sight of the distressed Ninth member who had lingered in the hall that led to the boss' office, pinching the bridge of her nose in clear disbelief with the disrupted idea that only she was called by Haseul for the meeting. It's been days since the Leader had regarded her request to be removed in any missions with the Seventh member, being that she was still sensitive over what had just happened with the incident—Jinsol had already been walking through thin ice with her miscalculation, but Sooyoung's projected anger towards the woman intensified when Jungeun had informed them of your order to be left alone. And as much as she was relieved that both her member, and her adoptive sister were safe—Sooyoung couldn't shake off her impression that you had not been unscathed, because physically, you and Hyejoo were well, but your order was the effect of the event which she had deemed also as her own error with being one of the Twelve.

The Seventh member, however, no matter how many times she had blamed herself for it, she had understood Sooyoung's hostility towards her and knew that it was absolutely justified—from all those years that the members had grown together, she knew well enough that the woman was as emotional as she could get, more so for the people she cared for the most. But the Seventh could only take so much, she had somewhat prepared herself for the the member's response—yet she still couldn't avoid condemning herself over it, for the most part being Sooyoung not wanting anything to do with her.

And as Sooyoung stood there, leaned back against the hall's wall with her arms crossed and her brows knitted in apparent frustration while looking the other way—Jinsol could only manage a hesitant smile as she tried her best to swallow down the bitter aura between the two of them, before directing her weary gaze towards the tall double doors at the end of the hall. Slightly taken aback by how isolated the scene had looked from their position, which meant that the Leader had not yet arrived—making Sooyoung the first person to have been called by Haseul, and Jinsol quickly becoming the second.

"Is it.. Just the two of us..?"

"She just told me to meet her here, and that she'll be arriving shortly from her visit with our guests," Sooyoung muttered, practically scoffing at the mention of the Lee Family that had been staying in the Mansion as they awaited for their Boss' recovery. The younger of the two winced at the recollection of when they'd first arrived at the infirmary with the Lee Family's Boss, and how Sooyoung raised her tone at Haseul for the first time since she'd been appointed as Acting Boss after declining Sooyoung's plea to head straight to Eden—which led to the Ninth member into defying the Leader's instruction and driving all the way to the castle, just to be pulled aside by a stone-faced Jungeun, "but you still haven't answered my question—why are you here?"

"I don't see why I shouldn't be..? Haseul did ask for me—"

"I specifically told her that I don't want to be in any operation with you right now—and for what? Suddenly she doesn't listen anymore?" Jinsol would be lying if she said that hearing those words come right out of Sooyoung's mouth didn't hurt her, she swore that when this member of theirs was mad she knew exactly how to do so—but to be on the opposite end of the woman's livid state, Jinsol had never experienced to be this ridiculed by her. The silence that had come after Sooyoung's sharp words even made the member glance at Jinsol from the corner of her eye, finding her head hanging low as she picked on her blue pin on her tie in deep contemplation—slightly irritating Sooyoung even further because the Ninth had known that the habit was common with the members since they'd acquired their pins, holding onto the object when they couldn't seem to find it in themselves to assess a situation in their own way.

"Maybe we're not on a mission as a pair, probably.. A reschedule? Change of posts? Haseul assigning you to my spot—and me with yours?" Sooyoung gripped onto the fabric of her sleeve as Jinsol began to straighten her tie, which she had done several times before looking behind her to the staircase below—as if Haseul would just magically appear out of thin air and cut through the tension between the two of them, saving them from possibly making it worse than it already was.

"That's great, maybe then Y/N wouldn't be in as much trouble as she'd be if she was under my range of security." Jinsol frowned at the malicious tone that the Ninth had suddenly switched into, making her turn to eye the member who still refused to meet the clear regret plastered all over her features—while Sooyoung continued to glare at the nothingness that had seemed to have kept her attention more than the member currently standing right in front of her.

"Sooyoung.."

"Just admit it, Jinsol—you despise her. You don't want her to be our Boss because she's nothing of what you expect her to be—it's a full circle to what happened the day we told her everything, you want her gone." Sooyoung spat as her member flinched, making Jinsol shaking her head in attempt to relay the message to Sooyoung that it was nothing of that sort.

"That's not true—I care about her just as much as you do!" the Seventh stammered, completely taken aback by how she had been suddenly accused for having felt something that she had not.

"She was in the lot! You could've prevented it even before he approached her—"

"And you think I don't go every single day thinking about that!?" Sooyoung's furious eyes snapped to connect with Jinsol's exasperated ones, the Seventh's demeanor looking as frustrated as she could get with her hands balled up into fists hanging by her sides while her eyes stayed connected with her member's, "We've never had any complications with our group since the beginning, and ever since Y/N came in the picture—it's as if the least we can do is not turn against each other."

"Oh, and that makes it her fault? Is that what you're trying to say?

"I'm trying my best to understand—alright!? I thought we can continue this Family without having her in the picture, but.." Jinsol tore her eyes away from Sooyoung's to think carefully about her next words, having an inkling that whatever she may say next would be enough to tip Sooyoung off the edge and tarnish her reputation completely—or in some sort of miracle, she'd be able to properly express what she had wanted to say, "I didn't want any of that to happen—I swear that if I could have stopped it in all the ways I've calculated it after, I would've. But it's already done, I messed up and the only thing I can do is try to make up for it with Y/N—for as long as she'll have me, and if she can't forgive me for what I've done then.."

Sooyoung lowered her eyes at Jinsol who shrugged her shoulders in defeat, sighing when she thought that the apology didn't go exactly as she'd expect it to be. She'd thought that once she laid her heart out, it'd go as smoothly and sincerely as she'd thought—but instead, she felt that the reason for Sooyoung's silence was that she had taken her words in the complete opposite. Her words being taken under the impression that she was over it, that she didn't care as much as she said she did—causing the gap between her and the members that had your well-being as the priority to broaden, when she had just warmed up to the idea that she had wanted the same thing as well.

The Ninth member eyed the struggling woman in front of her, it was clear that Jinsol was incessantly thinking through what she had just told her and continuously trying to criticize her choices of wording—but as much as Sooyoung hated the thought that had led her into blaming Jinsol for what had happened, the greater part of her that believes that the members would never do each other wrong was pushing past her projected anger. This wasn't them against a common enemy anymore, this was Sooyoung's protectiveness over you—against her protectiveness over her members, but instead of it mostly being directed towards the Lee Family's Boss, she had Jinsol to blame. And that was what caused her inner turmoil, Jinsol is her member and a member that had been one of the reasons that put you and Hyejoo in danger—but Jinsol was just as much as a member as the others, yet there Sooyoung stood, continuously reminding her that she had messed up and she needs to feel the consequences of her ignorance.

Sooyoung then realized that Jinsol had already been going through the motions just as she'd been, and it was unfair of how she was quick to blame her for it—when Sooyoung had no idea about what was about to come until Hyunjin had some sort of vision.

"Well—apologize to her, not me," Jinsol practically choked at Sooyoung's mumbled response, feeling the weight of her worries fall off her shoulders as she watched Sooyoung shake her head at her and detach herself from the wall—slipping a hand into the pocket of her dress pants as she placed the other to her neck, craning it as if to stretch in exhaustion. The member still had a pout set on her lips but her brows were anything but furrowed, just looking drained from the encounter—while Jinsol slowly started to fall apart in her position, "you can start by how you acted in our living room, then with whatever happened with the Lee Boss. She's not the type to hold a grudge, you know—yah! Jung Jinsol, get off me—"

"I thought you'd never forgive me! I apologized so many times and you were never this mad—"

"Let go!" Jinsol continued to wail as Sooyoung's pout threatened to stretch into a grin while she tried to pry the member's arms off her, opening her mouth to start threatening the Seventh. But just as she was about to, light footsteps started echoing from the steps behind Jinsol and soon after revealed an absorbed looking Haseul—which had seemed to be caught off guard at the sight as she blinked at the two who just froze in their spot and stared right back at her, Haseul's eyes softened only for a moment before they dimmed yet again.

Looking away from the two, Haseul motioned over to the end of the hall before starting to make her way past them.

"You've made up, good. Follow me." the youngest of the three started to walk down the halls, which made Jinsol release Sooyoung from her hold before they both hurried to trail behind the Leader—eyeing each other in question about what had the member in such state, Sooyoung could only hope that it was just something connected to the Lee Boss and nothing more.

As Haseul pulled the key out of her pocket, Sooyoung had remembered that the last time all twelve of them were inside the office was when Haseul had first sat herself into the Boss' chair—how she carefully laid out what specific orders the previous Boss stated before he had passed, and how they would slowly but surely make sure you were well acquainted with a few members. Haseul also swore that it would also be the last time that she were to set foot inside of the office, not finding it comfortable how she would occupy the room as if it were her own when her purpose was to have you settled into your rightful place.

And as if Jinsol could hear Sooyoung's thoughts coursing through her, they could only wonder how much trouble the Family had caught themselves into for Haseul to break her own word.

"Shut the doors behind you, I've asked to keep this floor vacated until one of us leaves the room." Jinsol quickly turned to shut the doors behind them as Sooyoung followed behind the Leader to stand in the middle of the room while Haseul circled behind the desk to open one of it's emptied drawers, reaching far into the compartment as if rummaging to find anything that had not been in there in the first place.

"Are you looking for something?" Jinsol question as she stood beside Sooyoung who eyed the Leader suspiciously, the two watching Haseul shut the drawer to then move to another.

"What are you even doing, Haseul?" the light sound of a click echoed through the spacious, and moonlit office that had Haseul tensing up on her spot. Jinsol made a move to approach to the woman and lend her a hand but Sooyoung grabbed ahold of her arm before she could even do anything, the two members carefully watching as Haseul pulled out what seemed to be a thick stack of papers—jaw clenched while she placed them on the desk before looking up the puzzled expression on her members' features.

"Lee Seokmin has returned to his conscious state today, he refused to speak with the doctors and requested to speak with the one he perceived as the Family's Boss. And so I paid him a visit," Haseul shut the drawer to fully grab the stack from the desk, eyeing the papers before walking over to the two and meeting them in the middle of the room, "he was convinced that I was Y/N, stating that he couldn't believe that the previous Boss' plan worked—how he kept the Heiress safe by letting her live a normal life outside of the Family, all while being protected from the other Families."

Jinsol paled as Sooyoung let go of her arm, eyes widening in alarm while Haseul stood in front of them with a vacant expression on her face.

"He asked me if I knew about it, when I found out about it—confessing that he knew about the documentation because he had overheard it once from the Jeon Family that the Heiress was being watched."

"We were watching over her, but I thought the documents were supposed to be discarded after the Boss' passing?" Jinsol barely questioned as her voice failed her, switching her eyes from Haseul to Sooyoung who could only look at Jinsol with wide eyes as well.

"It was, I saw through with it. Haseul, Vivi-unnie and I were the ones present when it was erased."

"He wasn't talking about our documents, he was talking about this." Haseul motioned to the papers in her hand, it didn't take too long of the three to stare at each other before Sooyoung reached over to grab the papers and start inspecting each and every page—feeling lightheaded at the information that she had read from it, how as if every page she had skimmed through just continued to reveal a deeper story behind the minimal observation reports that they had set for you.

The papers dated back up to four years prior to the previous Boss' passing, several pictures of you, Jungeun, and Jiwoo were practically on each page of the stack—the lightest conversations, passed homework, your every move was typed down as if they were studying not a living human being but a test subject. Through the documentation, it seemed as if you weren't the Y/L/N Y/N that the members had made a point on learning to care for and to believe that you'd lead them into a better future—but rather a statistic in which would demonstrate if you were fit in becoming a Boss for the highest ranking Family there ever was, and ever will be if you had truly had what it takes.

Whoever had created this document, only had that particular version of the Heiress in mind—and it made Sooyoung feel sick to her stomach.

"Who.. did this? How did you even know this exists!?" Sooyoung's voice started to raise as she looked up at the torn expression on Haseul's face, making Jinsol take a step in between the two to try and calm the Ninth member down while also turning to glance at the Leader behind her—but as Sooyoung started to prod Haseul with questions while waving the papers in her hand, Haseul swallowed sharply before looking up to meet the the concerned look on Jinsol's face.

"I didn't."

Haseul's words echoed in Sooyoung's head, and before she knew it—she had let the papers fall onto the ground, pushed past Jinsol to reach for Haseul's collar to aggressively grab ahold of her. However, Jinsol was quick to recover after staggering back—attempting to pry Sooyoung off of the Third member by wrapping an arm around the Ninth's waist and tugging her off the Leader.

"You—you're our Leader! You can't just tell us you have no clue! our lives are dependent on your choices—and you have the audacity to tell us you don't know!?"

"I thought I had properly vacated this room after we all left—that was the last time I've been here, it was all the previous Boss had instructed me.." Haseul barely whispered, crumbling under Sooyoung's hold to the point that it was the member that had been keeping her up on her feet—making Sooyoung snap out of her fuming state to watch the dread sink into her member's features, "he told me where everything was, the archives we needed—I thought he told me everything I needed to know, I was appointed Leader for this."

"Sooyoung, she doesn't know." Jinsol dragged out slowly as she loosened her grip over her member, walking towards Haseul and prying the Ninth's hands off completely from the Leader—all while keeping Haseul up on her feet by wrapping an arm around her shoulder, leading her to the desk so she had a place to lean on.

"The Twelve, Y/L/N Y/N—that's all I know, you have to believe me."

"We do, Haseul—Sooyoung's just in shock, we'll figure this whole thing out. Right, Ha Sooyoung?" the Ninth continued to stare at the two, absolutely mortified that they were currently easing themselves into uncharted waters—completely unknowing of what would come, but only to prepare themselves for whatever it may be. Sooyoung caught Jinsol switching her gaze from Haseul to the papers on the ground, the Seventh seemingly the more composed member out of the two—and as if moving completely out of practice, Sooyoung bended over to grab the papers and walk over to Jinsol to hand it to her.

"What do you suggest we do?" Jinsol's eyes widened at the blank, yet expectant look that Sooyoung held as she offered her the papers—glancing at Haseul who had now held onto the desk as if her life had depended on it, before she caught onto what exactly it was that Sooyoung was trying convey. With Haseul's Leadership position becoming nothing of aid to the members as of her current state, Sooyoung wanted them to work it out as a group instead of letting the woman carry all of this on her own. So Jinsol grabbed the papers from her hand, eyeing the front page and skipping to the last as she followed her gut—having a relieved sigh escaped her lips as she pointed a finger at the signed letter 'R' initial at the end of the page, it's ink shining under the moonlight while she directed it to Sooyoung's view.

"We can start by tracking whoever this is?"

"Alright." Jinsol gave Sooyoung a small, yet grateful smile before looking back down to scan the papers while Sooyoung turned to Haseul who sat still on the desk—completely frozen as she tried to recall every bit of information that the previous Boss had passed onto her, fingers gripping tightly onto the pin on her tie. The Ninth member reached over to place an consoling hand on the Leader's shoulder, halting mid-way but somehow going through with it—which made Haseul visibly tense but when she had found that it was Sooyoung from her peripheral vision, she just looked back down to return into her state of recollection.

"I shouldn't have lashed out, Haseul. I'm sorry."

"You have every right to be mad, I'm the appointed Leader and I can't even uphold a simple task. Even I'd be mad at myself." Jinsol snorted from behind her which made Sooyoung glance at the member, finding Jinsol eyeing Haseul from the side before flipping another page from the stack.

"You mean tracking down this profiler from just one initial? Haseul—you can't even find the right curtains to hang inside your room without Yerim." Sooyoung's lips broke into a grin which made Jinsol release a laugh, making the Leader turn to look at her members who were now laughing amongst themselves as they eyed the paper in Jinsol's hands. Haseul then looked up to find Sooyoung's careful eyes directed on her, the member giving Haseul a determined look in contrast to the Leader's downcast expression.

"You might be the Leader, but we are a team, Haseul. We'll get through this mess, with or without the previous Boss' help." Haseul tore her eyes away from Sooyoung to look back at Jinsol's thoughtful expression as the member continued to inspect the page—until she found Haseul watching her, so she gave her an encouraging look before raising a fist in the air.

"Damn right we are! Fighting!"

"If you use that language in front of Y/N—I swear, Jung Jinsol—"

"Your sister is a year away from graduating High School—she's old enough to know if cussing is bad or not."

"You don't tell me how to raise my sister!"

"She's our future Boss! She can decide that for herself!" Sooyoung placed her hands on her hips as she continued to banter with Jinsol as the member continued with her task, the two completely back to the way before their feud—while Haseul watched them silently, feeling the anguish of her assumed failure as a Leader slowly dissipate as Jinsol and Sooyoung continued on. The interaction had somehow eased the Third member's worries, the sight reminding her that no matter what happened—they were still the Twelve, and with that, the world would still be turning for as long as they'd stay like this after whatever may cross their path.

"Until we've figured out who this person is, be that they're in this Family preparing for another coup—or from outside, this stays between the three of us," Haseul stated, making Jinsol's look up to clearly try and object but one pleading look from Haseul—she had known that her intentions were nothing but for their safety, "please, the more people that know about this—the harder it will be to find them. One word about this from anyone but us.."

"They'll know we're onto them—got it."

"But what do we do about Lee Seokmin and his members?" Sooyoung crossed her arms on her chest as Haseul turned to look at her, more composed than a few moments ago.

"They'll be returning to the village that Jeon passed onto them in a few days, I made sure that he didn't recognize that I wasn't the Heiress he was talking about. All he can pass to whoever he pleases is that the Y/L/N Family's Heiress is back in her rightful place." Haseul concluded as Sooyoung released a heavy sigh, looking at Jinsol yet again but this time—Jinsol had lingered over one specific page.

"What is it?" Sooyoung leaned over to check at what the member was staring at, which made Haseul completely turn to peek as well when Jinsol practically gripped onto the stack in worry.

"From the beginning of the document, they never mentioned any names—they even labelled Jiwoo and Jungeun as Upperclassmen A, and Upperclassmen B," Jinsol placed a finger on a specific sentence on the paper before looking up at Haseul and Sooyoung, "'4:35PM: The Heiress returns home. Property under the name of 'Ha', a civilian household consisting of two adults and three daughters.'"

"Don't tell me—"

"Who ever this 'R' person is—they know exactly which one of us is the Heiress."

Hyejoo had just shut the door to Jungeun's empty room, signalling the end of her morning rounds which consisted of surveying the vacated rooms of the members that typically headed to school approximately two hours before her—when she had realized that today marked the fifth day since the incident, which made it Wednesday. And Wednesdays were different, because in that specific day Yeojin and Yerim would accompany Jungeun and Jiwoo for early morning Student Council. With Yerim being the President of her class, and Yeojin being her own—Jungeun had briefly talked the two into either occupying their roles once they've graduated, or at least being part of it.

The two Maknaes were quick to take her up for it, being that they had fit the credentials well—they'd agree without a doubt, but that had meant that every Wednesday, Hyejoo would only have to drive her and Chaewon to class. And it wasn't that she wasn't on good terms with her Gowon-unnie, it was quite the opposite—because every Wednesday morning would be Chaewon asking Hyejoo about how she's been, and how she had felt about whatever had happened the days before. Somehow, it had slightly bothered Hyejoo that she had always started off their conversation in that manner since Yeojin and Yerim rode with the two Unnies—but the ride had seemed to grow on her once she realized that the Eleventh member wasn't shooting up a conversation to fill the silence, but to genuinely ask Hyejoo how she's been.

Park Chaewon had surprisingly seemed to have understood her even in that alley, which was something that goes over Hyejoo's head sometimes.

The Twelfth's eyes seamlessly connected with your door in the middle of the hall as the recollection of the alley felt similar to what happened that day, and being that only room in that specific hall was only occupied by you—with Haseul, Sooyoung, Jinsol, and Kahei being everywhere at once, the closest member that could reach you incase of an emergency was Jungeun, because her room was the closest to yours. Hyejoo started to make her way to your room almost subconciously to check up on you when she was met by the unusual sight of Jeon Heejin who was never usually awake this early in the morning, already dressed in her uniform—glowing as if she'd just awakened to the greatest sleep she's ever had, her eyes even widening in surprise as she found Hyejoo coming from the other end of the hall.

"Son Hyejoo! Good morning!" Heejin waved enthusiastically with both hands outstretched, making the Maknae scrunch her nose up in distaste as Heejin grinned adoringly—eyes turning into crescents while she continued to her venture into your room, the sound of her footsteps lightly decreasing as she neared. The First member carefully twisted the handle to peek into your room, her smile impossibly widening as she expected to be greeted by the sight of you laying on your side with Jeon Stitchie and Hyunjin's Shiba Inu—only for her to squint her eyes through the darkness to find the two stuffed toys but not even the top of your head revealing from the covers in sight.

"Y/N-ah~?" Hyejoo heard Heejin call from her position, slightly peeking through the door frame, making the Twelfth member furrow her brows and stand behind the member just as she had flipped the light switch on—illuminating the empty room before walking inside and making her way over to the door that lead to your bathroom, pushing it open to find it unoccupied as well. Heejin continued to scan the room, even getting down on her knees by your bed to check if you were under it as Hyejoo stayed put by your door—watching her Unnie's puzzled features slowly turn into concern just as she saw someone approaching by her peripheral vision, she turned to find an equally confused Chaewon standing next to her before the Eleventh turned to her.

"Have you seen Vivi-unnie?"

"Did you just come from the Surveillance room?" Hyejoo questioned in reply, but before Chaewon could even get a word out—Kahei appeared from the end of the hall, seemingly reading a book while doing her rounds as she donned her reading glasses. Heejin had managed to slide past the two members just as Kahei was about to walk past them, making the woman look up from her book to eye the startled trio in wonder.

"What's with all the worried looks? Did something happen?" Kahei asked softly, making Hyejoo and Chaewon exchange glances while Heejin looked at your empty room before looking back at Kahei.

"Unnie, Y/N's not in her room." Heejin stated in a tone that had slowly started to reflect her dismay, but as Kahei tilted her head at the three something flashed in her eyes before she stared directly at Heejin—as if she should've known.

"Of course she isn't, she already left with Jungeun and Jiwoo. Why? Is there something I should be worried about?" Hyejoo's eyes widened in surprise as Heejin mouth popped open at Kahei's nonchalant reply, Chaewon was the only one of the three who had managed to not be surprised—considering that she had been looking for the Fifth member to ask why she had been the one to send you and the other members off as she watched a replay of the cameras just as she had woke up.

"You let her go, just like that?"

"I didn't see a problem with it—she had me convinced, afterall," Chaewon raised a brow at Kahei, to which the member only smiled at before walking past the bewildered Heejin and Hyejoo and return to reading her book as she walked down the hall, "Heejin, it must be some miracle that you woke up before Hyunjin—but if you don't wake her up you'll both be late to class. You two should start getting ready as well, Hyejoo, Chaewon."

The three members watched as Kahei disappeared from the hallway, turning to face each other briefly before hastily doing as the member had told. Heejin switched the lights off and shut the door before speed-walking down the hall to Hyunjin's room—pounding her fist against the door the second she reached it and tugging on the handle as she followed by calling her member's name. On the other side of the door, Hyunjin had already been awake, she was just about ready to leave—all she needed was to attach her pin onto her tie which she had quickly finished, so she grabbed her bag from her desk to pull the door open and roll her eyes at the sight of her aggrievated best friend.

"I get it—you woke up before me for the first time in years, you don't have to shove it to my face." Hyunjin pushed past Heejin who was trying to catch her breath, breathing in deeply before stopping Hyunjin dead on her tracks with what she was just about to say.

"Y/N isn't in her room—she left with Jungeun-unnie and Jiwoo-unnie to school!"

"..She what?"

Greetings,

I hope this message finds you well—sike with the formalities, it's a tumblr post, there's no need for that. But what this Author's Note actually needs is.. An apology (even though I came clear with you all if you've read through the first chapter to not be too attached with this story) because it's been over two months since my last story update!

But in all honesty, I'm not even sure if it had actually been two months or.. A month and a few days—but still! Am I back? Maybe~ What could JJ have been possibly doing to go MIA for this long? Real life stuff, but mostly the overwhelming feeling of Orbit twitter that's.. Something, a true bit of love and hate between that.

It's actually funny how many Episode VI's I've wrote before properly settling with this one, the first draft had too many new characters involved (spoilers for who they are? I'm sure if you've read a few LOONA fics—it's just in between those lines), the second and nth were all too messy—and so there's this one! I think it's a nice turn, considering that this is the half of Act I. and I literally just wrote this in one go again, I really can't believe myself at this point.

Though I think most of our new readers that are following this blog is more into the OS spectrum—so I should maybe start leaving posts? Like.. Talk? But it's not really my thing, having posts up but it's just me talking about God knows what—I don't really know how to feel about it.

I'm getting way over ahead of myself again, so yeah. I truly hope you guys are doing well out there, what's happening outside of these social media platforms is absolutely petrifying—I made this blog as an outlet to express how much I love the girls but you can't escape the crippling truth that is reality itself. This world is unforgiving even to those who had never done anything drastically wrong, and for a writer to not have the proper words to express how they truly feel about what's happening around them.. Please take care of yourselves, and I'm sorry for not being able to find the right words for this.

Laters,

JJ.

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Far From Home - Part 2

Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis; Coming from another reality yourself, what will happen when you see straight through the lies of the mysterious Quentin Beck.

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The soft sound of Peter's voice woke you up from your peaceful dreams. The soft memory of how you met replacing the harsh ones that troubled you. The smile that Peter watched as you slowly woke up felt priceless to him. He watched you as your rubbed your tired eyes, slowly bringing the focus back to him, yawning as you stretched your arms and legs.

"Morning sleepy head." He chuckled as he saw your ruffled hair and tired face.

"Morning?" You smiled as you grabbed your water bottle, easing the thirst that had pilled up in the back of your throat.

"We're landing in 20" He smiled brushing your hair with his fingers as you finished chugging down the bottle.

"Goes with me." You smiled before letting out a small laugh as you felt Peter staring at you.

"Shtop Shtaringg" You tried not to laugh too much as you still had water in your mouth, your unscripted goofiness sending butterflies to his stomach.

"Never."

The nice warm Venice air hit your face as you glided through the city canals, heading towards your Hotel.

You looked at Peter as a smirk lightly formed on the corner of your lips, sending a stick of wickedness to your eyes. You eyed the dark waters and then Peter, bending down to splash him right across his shirt and face.

He looked at you in shock as his clothes became all wet, locking you in his arms as payback. You giggled as he held an iron grip on you not letting you go until you reached the Hotel; MJ, Ned, and Betty memorizing the moment with some pictures.

You pecked Peter's lips as he finally let you go before grabbing your suitcase and dragging it to the hotel, accidentally walking on a flow of wet water a step lower to the door.

"In Venice, you get your socks wet!" The teacher's voice rang through your ears as shook your soaked shoe, it making a smoosh sound as you dropped your feet on dry floor.

"Great." you sassed making Peter crack a small laugh before he kissed your temple. "It's bad luck to get your socks wet in my reality." You grumbled as Peter laced his fingers through your hand.

"Well, it's not here." He smiled. "C'mon let's put our bags upstairs. You can change your shoes there." He smiled as he helped you push your suitcase up the flight of stairs that led to a hall of ugly grey rooms.

"No boy/girls groups." The teacher said as he handed the keys to duos who walked over. You let out a large sigh as you kissed Peter's cheeks before lumping your way towards MJ with your wet soggy shoe. "Partners?" She nodded as a reply and you pouted towards Peter as you grabbed your keys.

You changed your shoes, and before you knew it you walked hand in hand with Peter on the warm streets of Venice, MJ lazily following the two of you.

Peter tried to hand you over to MJ, his plan to buy you something nice without you seeing starting to get harder and harder by the second and Ned not helping his case. So after a few minutes of dealing, Peter managed to slip his way out of your small group of three, leaving you alone with MJ.

"I bet you 10 dollars he's on his way to buy me something." You chuckled. "I don't know what though." You frowned as you didn't remember asking him for anything in Venice, the thought of the blown glass necklace you dreamed of being a far off into a corner of your memory.

"How are you, girls?" Brad suddenly slid in front of you, earning a wiggly smile from your part.

"Brad... yay." You turned a little towards MJ for the last part of your sentence, and she chuckled at your reaction.

"So Y/n how do you find Venice?" He wondered walking right next to you, making you in the middle of a sandwich with MJ and Brad.

Meanwhile, Peter trotted his way to Venice, the words you'd spoken to him a short while after you'd arrive in his reality stuck to his mind.

"So if you could have one item back to remember your reality what would it be?" Peter asked on a rainy day as you finished folding your clothes from moving into the Avengers compound.

"Um... That's a good question." You let out a sad chuckle as you placed the clothes inside your new closet. "A glass Black Dahlia necklace from Venice."

"That's oddly specific." Peter tilted his head ad let out a soft chuckle, while you looked down at your clothes thinking for a minute as you remembered the design.

"It was the first flower I'd ever manage to bring to life when I learned how to use my powers. My mother gifted me the necklace on our trip to my reality Venice." You gave him a tight-lipped smile. "It crumbled to pieces during the apocalypse..." You lowered your head as you mumbled the last few words.

"Oh... Im sorry" Peter stood up from your bed and walked over to you.

"It's ok." You smiled before Peter took your hand in his, your frown getting wiped out by a smile.

"A pretty necklace for a pretty girl." The man showed Peter the necklace and Peter's face lit up with a bright smile as he watched the fine details, hoping it looked at least a little bit like the one you had lost.

"Grazie" Peter smiled all the words stuck in the back of his throat as he imagined your reaction when he gave you the necklace on top of the Eiffel tower in a few days.

"Hey! Peter!" A bright smile had settled on his lips as he walked up to you, MJ, and Brad.

You let out a large sigh of relief as you were finally saved from Brad's flirting. You almost jumped into your boyfriend's arms, Peter gladly handing the hug back, kissing your lips on the way. You kept your hands on Peter in a way to rub it in for Brad, hoping it would make him leave you alone once and for all.

"What's this?" You questioned as you spotted the small orange bag that was balancing on his fingers. Peter quickly hid it behind his back, a blush creeping on his pale cheeks.

"Nothing... Just something to bring back to Queens," He gave you a tight smile making you raised an eyebrow before crashing on Peter's side, Peter placing a protective arm around you.

Brad rolled his eyes before leaving, making Peter question the boy's sudden change of mood. You smiled as you watched him leave, making MJ laugh.

You had a few peaceful seconds of walking through the fresh streets of Venice, the summer air lingering on your skin. But the moment quickly broke as you suddenly felt the air change, eying the water to find your answers. You approached the shore as MJ was already crouching down near crabs who were fleeing.

"That's not normal." You said, Peter eying you in concern. If someone like you who could control the elements thought something was wrong with the way sea creatures acted, then he knew you weren't safe.

Suddenly a gigantic splash of water rose from the middle of the canal, a face starting to form as it grew meters high at lighting speed. But when you observed the mass of water for answers the feeling of emptiness in the air took you aback. Peter quickly took your hand pushing you towards empty streets, grabbing two masks on the way before you could even say a word about your constat.

"Here." He shoved it towards you as quickly as he could and you hesitantly took it before placing it to your eyes, Peter quickly putting his web-shooters to his wrist. You eyed him weirdly as he shot webs into the water monster.

"Seriously? Did you not learn anything by dating me?" You chuckled as you started walking towards the water, carefully watching as buildings crumbled.

"Somethings wrong."

"No shit." Peter sassed with a smile making you roll your eyes and slightly shoving him with your shoulder.

"Im not talking about that." You paused as you tried sensing the area in more detail. "This isn't water. I feel nothing but air." You shook your head. "There's things moving around though. Like floating objects." You turned to Peter who looked as confused as you were. "Here." You pointed to a random point in the air. "And here." You pointed again towards the top of the monster, where nothing was standing but blue sky.

Peter didn't have time to answer or react to your statement before a tower started crumbling before your eyes. Peter quickly rushed towards it and you floated to the top, trying to hold it in place with vines.

"What is this?" You asked yourself as you continued staring at the buildings that were getting destroyed one by one, nothing about the monster making sense.

You kept close attention to the air behind you, feeling nothing but light dust from the falling buildings. Peter's eyes suddenly widen as he looked behind you making you question as the air felt blank. You quickly turned your head around and spotted a man with a red cape flying towards the mass of water, one that felt like thin air.

"What the-" You felt your heart pound in your chest as you started questioning your senses, wondering if they were broken.

You eyed the scene, each blast the man would realize feeling as though nothing was crossing the water or air surrounding it. Before you knew it the water monster was destroyed and the figure left leaving you in shock.

"Mysterio I like that name," Ned stated with Betty as they watched the news, MJ sitting a few steps above you on the staircase.

"I couldn't feel him." You had your face in your hands in frustration as Peter stood right next to your listening to your every word, trying to bring the pieces of the puzzle together.

"What do you mean?" He wondered as you groaned in frustration, tapping your foot on the ground as you did.

"It was like he didn't exist." You said in disbelief as you eyed the grey ugly old carpet that rolled out in front of you. "It was like he was just air-" You let out a loud sigh and a new groan of frustration escaped your lips. "What's wrong with me. I can feel you. I can feel everyone and everything that's in the air of this room... Then why didn't I feel him or the monster?" You rubbed your face as you felt as though you were about to tear up.

"Well, maybe you're just tired?"

"No Peter- I don't get tired. That's the problem. I've controlled my powers all my life and I've known how to use them ever since I learned how to walk! They've never let me down..." A silence lingered between you and Peter as a weight plopped down into your stomachs. Your speech leaving Peter wordless.

The night quieted down and everyone started walking back to their rooms, the tension in your shoulders still not leaving you. Nothing seemed to be wrong. Every single one of your powers worked, then why couldn't you feel a thing during the attack?

"You alright?" Peter asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he saw the frown that was still bright on your face. "You want to come and talk?" You eyed the teacher as his words entered your ears, carefully waiting until they were both off to their rooms to nod yes, stressfully biting your nails as Peter walked you to his room.

"Im sure it's nothing Y/n/n" Ned shrugged as he opened the door.

You all took a step in before a tranquilizer was shot right on Ned's neck taking you and Peter aback. Both your heads snapped towards the one and only Nick Fury.

"Nick!" Your preppy voice filled the air as you trotted over to take him in a hug, your presence taking him aback.

"Hey Y/n! Didn't expect to see you here..." He almost questioned your presence as he gave the hug back.

"Well, I told you I was going to Peter's school before the snap-" You answered. "And we didn't really have time to talk at the funeral..." You let your words linger as you didn't want to memories from Tony's funeral clouding your thoughts.

"Right- Now I remember seeing you with him." Nick pointed his gun towards Peter who gave him an awkward smile, a silence falling between the two.

"You're a very difficult person to contact Spider-man." Nick's cold voice went right through Peter, your brows folding as you didn't reckon Nick trying to contact your boyfriend.

"So good to finally meet you." He almost smiled as his hand slipped away from your shoulder, Fury giving Peter his full attention.

"So good to finally meet you. I saw you with her at the funeral but I didn't think that was a good time to exchange numbers." He quickly pointed towards you before folding his arms.

"Yeah that would have been really inappropriate-" Peter nervously replied.

"That's what I just said." Nick deadpanned and you placed your hand on top of your mouth trying not to laugh at his comeback. "Important thing is you're here. Even better. You're both here." He stopped to look at you. "I tried to bring you here. But now you're here. What a coincidence... And I was going to contact you Y/n by the way. I know you can come with barely a day's notice if I need you" He quickly smiled towards you before staring back at Peter.

"Wait was this a coincidence?"

"I use to know everything... But then I come back 5 years later and nothing- No intel no team. And a highschool kid is dodging my calls."

"Wait Nick Fury was calling you and I didn't know?" You spoke out of the blue making Peter even more nervous.

"I-"

"You didn't think to tell me Nick Fury was calling you!?"

"I told you I thought we needed a vacation!" He defended placing his hand on your shoulder, but your face didn't soften at the gesture.

"Peter this is Nick Fury! He's like my best friend after you and Bucky!"

"Im sorry- But-"

"Excuse me but I don't need your teenage romance drama entering this mission. We have bigger things to worry about. I need both of you to come with me" Nick Fury stopped your conversation and both your head snapped towards him.

"But we can't just-" Peter debated but Nick raised his hand telling him to shut up.

"Let's go."

"I don't trust him," you whispered to Peter who was compelled my Mysterio and hung to every single lie he was feeding him.

"Y/n c'mon. Just hear him out."

"I already am!" You said above a whisper catching the attention of everyone in the room. "I'm not going to lie when I say that I've just listened to 20 minutes worth of bullshit." This time you spoke up.

"How did you get here Beck?" You asked the man who's face suddenly fell from confident to nervous in a matter of seconds.

"I um- I used a-" He looked around for answers the only backstory he hadn't scripted hitting him like a bus. "I used my powers. Back there I could make portals that would lead to different realities. I can't anymore."

"So you're like Doctor Strange?" You wondered folding your arms as you were happy with his crappy answer.

"I guess, yes," he answered his confidence making a smirk rise on your lips.

"Then where's your sling ring?" You questioned.

"My what?"

"If you're like Doctor Strange, making portals between realities. Then where's your sling ring?"

"I don't have one." He answered tension building up between the two of you.

"Then I repeat. If you don't have a sling ring to make portals thing how did you get here Mr.Beck?"

"Y/n that's enough!" Nick fury broke your argument to an end. "Don't you see Beck's been through a lot? I get that you have been too, but don't you think that there's probably other way to shift realities?" He questioned leaving you speechless. "Now, you two will come and help us defeat this elemental, especially with your powers Y/n"

"Im done here." You dropped your hands to your side bitterly chuckling. "Pick me up when you want. I will help you because you're my friend Nick, but im not helping him." You pointed to Mysterio who hid his game well behind his fake costume. "Don't come to find me when you see him vent"

"Huh?"

"She means when you see him stab you in the back- Its um a video game-" Peter stuttered.

"I would vote him out if I were you." You waved from behind as you left the group who was staring at the exit with wide eyes as you disappeared away.

"What was that?" Peter asked you as he finally left the building, a slight amount of relief filling him as he found you sitting near the water.

"I don't trust him." You stammered keeping a firm eye on the movements of the water.

"Give him a chance Y/n/n" Peter tried to place a hand on you but you backed away.

"No Peter. How could you even ask me that? Shouldn't you also trust me then? Peter, I know the elements like no one! Those creatures are not-"

"But his earth was destroyed by them! Don't you understand what could happen to our earth! You want the same thing that happened to your reality happen here?"

"It won't Peter because they're not real!"

"So now you don't trust the good guys?" Peter raised his voice and you immediately knew where he was going. "Should I remind you, you trusted Thanos. Should I remind you that you wanted to let Thanos get all the stones?"

"Don't go there, Peter." You felt the tears come back to your eyes as he used your mistakes as a weapon against you.

"You're telling that you forgot about your little 'I'm on his side' moment, while we were literally battling for our lives. Should I remind you that you gave him the time stone?" His words made you cry even more as they were cutting through you even deeper.

"IT WASN'T MY FAULT." You screamed having enough. "HE PROMISED HE WOULD BRING EVERYTHING BACK" You spat out tears still falling. "HE PROMISED HE WOULD BRING MY REALITY BACK!" You cried even more as your words fell out of your mouth in pain. "He told me he would use to reality stone- and the time stone together-" You felt the words chug out of your mouth.

"Was that what you really wanted?" Peter replied with a bitter taste in his mouth. "To go off back to your reality. That nothing ever happened. Like you had never met me? Like you had never met Tony and the others. That you stayed with your first boyfriend." He spat out and he suddenly felt the weight of his words.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO LOSE EVERYONE PETER?" you stopped, preparing to lower your voice as you realized he did lose a lot of people close to him, but the anger too strong to let those thoughts come to action. "Do you know how hard it is to lose not only your parents but your entire family!? Every single one of your friends... Apart from Kayland- but." You sniffed. "Do you know how hard it is to lose every single thing you know because it was turned into bits by a monster who only got bigger as he thirsted for everything that moved? And even lose your EX BOYFRIEND BY THE WAY! I told you a hundred times we broke up before the apocalypse-" You couldn't trust your voice as you made eye contact with him. "I never thought you'd ever brought any of this up!" You realized with trembling words as you placed your hand up to your forehead. "It was a mistake trusting Thanos. One that I won't make again" You took a small pause to breathe as you felt the air close on your lungs.

"I trusted you and I thought you trusted me. IM THE NYMPH FOR THOR'S SAKE PETER! I can control any elements! Isn't that enough proof! And right now I can't feel anything! It was like that water monster didn't exist! And I would know if the elementals were real! They're me!" You laughed in disbelief as you choked on your words as Peter's poker face stayed up making you feel as though he had planted a knife through your chest.

"Maybe you're just tired! Like me with my spidey sense!" He tried to defend himself but he was just digging himself into a deeper hole.

"No Peter. This isn't like your spidey senses. I know my powers and I know the elements like no one in this reality. May I also add I traveled from a reality to another, and that man doesn't come from anywhere but here. And I didn't mean to go with Thanos, we both know that if he promised you he'd bring uncle Ben back you would have done the same..." You said without another word before turning around ready to walk away.

"Wait Y/n-" Peter tried to catch your arm but you pulled away with a small blast of wind as a way to protect yourself.

"Don't. This is over" Your stern words cut Peter like a knife as you walked away into the cold streets of Venice, not feeling the walk back to the crappy hotel just yet.

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shadows-of-fate · 3 years

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When Dragoons Fly...

Colors of red and orange melded with a deep blue as the morning reached up to bid the evening farewell. Nhea's tired eyes peered out into the desert sunrise from the bow of the Barghest, her mug of coffee in hand as she slowly delighted in the waking pleasure of the caffeinated beverage. She had brought aboard her belongings needed for the voyage the night before after having left a small social tea party with a handful of her company members where a new addition to the mission's crew was attained. With everything prepared to set sail, she simply awaited Osric's arrival while taking in the familiar and comforting sounds of a busy crew.

“If I’d known you were going to be up this early I would’ve made my way here sooner. I’ve found in recent months I don’t need as much sleep as I used to.” Osric wandered up behind her, the same bag he’d had with him the night before slung over one shoulder, a pair of daggers at his hips, and lance in hand. He set the bag down at his feet, laying the lance down to rest on top of it as he came to stand next to her, adjusting his jacket, effectively hiding the daggers underneath. He crossed his arms loosely over his chest, taking a moment to glance out at the sunrise for a moment before shifting his gaze back to the Miqo’te next to him. “So, to business then. Do you really not have the details about who we’re after and what we’re supposed to be returning, or did you just not want to share it with the group last night?”

A low chuckle rumbled in her chest at the sound of the familiar voice approaching behind her. "I slept on the ship." She began as her attention turned sidelong to him with a grin. " You're fine. We're just completing a few routine checks but should be ready to take off at any moment." His question caused her to purse her lips as she turned fully now to rest her back against the wooden boards. "Who, yes and I know where to find him. What, all I know is it's family relics."

“Family relics, hm?” He tapped the toe of his boot against the deck before taking a few steps, his brow furrowing for a moment. “Well...doesn’t that just sound messy.” He turned on his heel, facing her again, uncrossing his arms and slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat. “I’m tempted to ask how you know the individual we’re after - but I feel the more appropriate question might be how much of a headache are we in for?”

Her lips curled into a bit of a grin as she looked up to him, falling silent for a moment while emptying the contents of her mug before clicking her tongue. “Honestly it depends…” The raven haired miqo began, pausing only to clear her throat a bit as she waved a nearby crew member over and pointed to Osric’s things to usher them to take his belongings to his cabin if he liked. “...on if he remembers me or not.” The final words came as a bit of an after thought but the meaning held true that there was some sort of history between her and their target.

Osric quirked an eyebrow, leaning down to pick up the lance, leaving the bag to the crew member, offering them a quick ‘thank you’ before slowly turning back towards Nhea. “On whether he remembers you or not?” He exhaled slowly, before chuckling - slowly shaking his head. “Well - I get the sense that this is going to be an interesting trip, at the very least.” He twirled the lance in his hands before planting the bottom of the weapon against the deck. “No sense in delaying. Shall we...captain?”

“Mm, we can leave it at that for now.” She reached over with her free hand, nudging his arm slightly as she flashed him a wink. With his words to be on the way, Nhea motioned toward the upper part of the ship in which the helm awaited her.

Expecting him to follow behind, she made her way up the stairs that led them to the helm as she took a deep breath with a wide smile. “Care to join me while we set off?” After her question to him came a slurry of commands to the crew below them as the sails were adjusted and the ship roared to life and their course was set. “Our first stop will be in Limsa, we’ll dock there and travel outside of the city toward Summerford. Our friend was last seen there, let’s hope he stuck around.”

Osric did follow, doing his best to keep out of the way. “Summerford isn’t exactly large - not an ideal place to hide out if one’s goal is to actually avoid being found.” He settled next to a nearby railing, leaning back - slowly turning the lance in his grip. “How...difficult to find is this friend - usually?” His gaze shifted from the crew shuffling about back to Nhea at the helm. “Just...out of curiosity.”

An idle hand rested on the large wheel, the wind picking up as their speed gained causing her dark locks to sway behind her shoulders. “No, I don’t suppose he’s exactly in hiding. If I recall correctly, he’s got a bit of an ego.” Her gaze held forward for a long moment while she spoke though as the way seemed to be clear, she glanced over to Osric with a grin. “It’s not finding him I imagine will be the difficult part.”

There was a long pause as the dragoon seemed to focus on the lance, idly turning the weapon in his hand. He chuckled, reaching up and running his free hand through his hair before easily meeting her gaze. “It sounds like you already have an idea of what the ‘difficult’ part is going to be - care to share?” He didn’t seem bothered by the notion that things might be a bit more complicated than originally implied - complicated meant a challenge, and a challenge meant more focus on the work at hand.

Her chest rose slowly as she inhaled a deep breath before releasing it with patience. Nhea turned to the woman that had been standing off to the side, a red headed Miqo’te holding a small brass telescope to her eye to gaze further ahead of them. She was instructed to take the helm while the captain stepped aside to join Osric against the railing to lean on her forearms to look out over the side. "For starters, he's a brute of a man but as sneaky as they come. If we set eyes on him, it's probably best we don't lose those sights." Shifting now to rest sideways so she could address him directly. "As for the 'if he remembers me' part...I might have done a job with him a few years ago...where I might have taken off with the entire sum of earnings instead of sharing after leaving him stranded in the desert." Lips pursed in thought before she offered up her ever familiar wide and playful grin.

He drummed his fingers along the grip on the lance, his other hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully as his amused gaze met hers. “You might have, huh? Then it sounds like an individual who might hold a bit of a grudge. I’ve never been stranded in the desert or had all of my earnings stolen away before, but I can recall some situations with not so favorable outcomes that ended up being very memorable.” He let his hand fall away from his chin, tilting his head towards her. “I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that this friend of yours is probably expecting you, but would he be intelligent enough to plan for you? You mentioned he was a brute, not that he was smart.”

Shoulders lifted in a shrug as she coyly continued to grin as he spoke. Nhea never had a problem double crossing people for her gain but having settled in with the Ashen Wolves, she found herself mellowing to some extent. "It's hard to say honestly," Her tone had found a bit more seriousness now as she began thinking of what they might walk into. "Unless he sought me out specifically to settle that grudge but that would have been quite the work to track me down over a little disagreement. Either way, should be on our guard."

Osric paused, glancing out over the horizon for a moment. "You learn very quickly in this line of work to stay on your guard, no matter the job. One wrong step, one second too late and that could be it.” He shifted his gaze back to her with a tired smile. “There’s almost always a hiccup of some kind. I don’t imagine whatever this ‘friend’ of yours has cooked up will be any different. But -” he took a moment before pushing away from the railing and stretching with an extended inhale. “...we won’t know until we get there. No need to stress about it now. What time do you expect us to arrive in Limsa?”

"Hm…" she hummed as she stepped forward to extend a hand to retrieve the small telescope from the other Miqo’te to gaze through the brass tube in front of them. "I'm always on guard, Osric. But also I learned to adjust quickly if needed and go with the flow of things." Nhea smiled as she glanced over her shoulder to him before looking up at the large sails of the ship. "Shouldn't be too long, the wind is at our back and we're making great time. But if you'd like, T'khau can show you your cabin to rest a bit more before we get there." Nhea looked to her first mate with a smile who nodded in response before looking to Osric for his decision.

He shook his head. “That won’t be necessary, I was able to get more than enough sleep before we left.” He tilted his head from side to side - stretching his neck for a moment before offering the crew member a quick nod. “Besides - if it shouldn’t be too long, with my luck I’ll end up falling asleep right as we arrive. Unless that’s a nice way of telling me to get off your deck…” He trailed off, shifting his gaze back over to her, curious.

Nhea offered the telescope back to the other woman with a bit of a chuckle as she shook her head slowly and stepped back up to the wheel to take the rungs in hand. “I had a feeling you would say that and no- you’re welcome to stay. In fact..” She looked back to him with a grin before motioning to the wheel with a certain look in her eyes. “Ever flown a ship before?”

Osric paused, glancing over at the helm and then back to Nhea, still with the curious look. “No, no I haven’t.” He set the lance down - he’d been holding it the whole time - and loosely crossed his arms over his chest. “I can only claim to have been a passenger a handful of times...are you offering to let me?”

She perked up even further and seemed to slightly bounce in place as she stepped aside and gestured to the wheel once more. “Yeah!” One hand remained on a single rung as she waited for him to take hold of it entirely. “Just hold it steady, we’re straight on course so it would be hard to get us too far off. All the hard stuff is mostly seen to by the rest of the crew, steadying the sails and such.” A hand lifted to remove the object that rested around her neck, flicking the lid open to reveal the compass inside to show it to him. “Should stay heading north west, where it is now and you’ll be good!”

He slowly lowered his arms and approached, cautiously stepping up and gripping the helm - mindful of the direction the arrow within the compass was pointing towards. “I’m not sure if this is an act of trust, or pure entertainment, but I’ll do my best not to somehow get us lost.” He offered another small smile as he adjusted his grip, shifting his gaze from the compass up at the sky before them - checking back every few minutes to make sure they were still on the right course. He was so focused on the task at hand, that it wasn’t until several minutes later that he realized the individual standing next to him was not Nhea.

“Where did she…?”

“Sleep - she’s in her cabin, we’re to help bring the ship into dock and wake her up when we arrive.”

Osric’s jaw clenched for a moment as he sighed before he shook his head with a small chuckle - glancing up just as Limsa started to come into view.

It was sure to be an interesting assignment...

(This will be fun. Blurbs with @osric-slater-ffxiv)

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sweet-rintarou · 4 years

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While you were busy enjoying dessert, in hopes that the sweet, decadent flavor could erase the gnawing anger you were feeling, everyone was gathered in the volleyball gym in Soai University. Your university team, otherwise Atsumu's team, were preparing themselves with stretches in the free space of the gymnasium, whereas your friends were settled in the crowd. Despite the fact that it was a practice match, students from both universities were enthusiastic to witness the play each team had prepared.

"Hey, I'm going to my brother for a minute." Osamu excused himself from the group, to which Yūji called for him to bring back snacks. Osamu only ignored him.

The grey-haired individual jogged down to where his twin was situated, with only a brief glance, they already knew what each other were thinking.

"Suna." The two approach the brunette. "Can you try contacting Y/n for us?"

Raising a brow of suspicion, he quipped, "Why?"

"She won't answer our calls."

"That sounds like your problem, not mine," he answered bluntly.

"But you guys are getting along, I'm sure she will answer if you call," Atsumu informed.

"I don't even have her number, dude," he told them, "so no, call her yourself." To be honest, if he could, he would call you, but it's just the guarded and vague responses you were giving him as of your last conversation got on his nerves. He felt that you were being defensive, like Akaashi had said, you were obvious.

"We'll send you her number," Osamu stated. Before he could protest, the grey-haired twin walked away, Atsumu immediately making his way towards the team's captain in avoidance. His phone vibrated in his jacket, the number received.

He planned to just ignore it, but the thought of either twins bothering him—even during the game—with repeated questions of whether he called her or not popped into his head. They won't stop disturbing me if I don't do it. Much to his dismay, he input the number in, however, his brows knit together at the sight that it was already in.

Suna, much like any reasonable person, rarely changes his number, especially since he has input the same number as his official contact information for university and/or jobs. He has had the same number since his junior high school days—the second year to be specific since he got his first smartphone ever, switching from a dingy flip phone.

Confusing still evidently etched across his features, he pressed the already existing contact, your name clearly written by the number Osamu had sent.

It was only when he saw your last name, did he finally realize.

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—chapter five; defensive

author's note: wOOHOO we're finally in the main conflict eHehe. me writing the narrative part was tbh very hard cuz I haven't written that much in so long, writer's block rlly bit my ass😞 but I hope you like that, I'll probably rarely do a narrative cuz it eats a lot of my brain power.

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non-stop-imagines · 4 years

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Movie Night

Request: heyy! I'm not sure if your still taking requests from your first list #1. BUUUT. what if you wrote a drabble where its the 21st century post endgame and Bucky is sexually attracted to Sams friend (who is black) but she doesn't believe Sam when he tells her . Using: 21 "I'm flirting with you" and any other quote/s of your choice. PS: I LOVE YOUR WORK

Promps Used (All from Drabble List #1): #21 "I'm flirting with you", #86. How long have you been standing there?”, #17. Well….don’t keep me waiting.”, #3. "I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader (Post-Endgame)

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Explicit Language, some implied smut but nothing tooooo in depth

A/N: HIII!!!!! Hope you all are staying safe during these crazy times. As you can see I took some quarantine free time which also happened to be my wisdom teeth removal recovery time to write a little something.😏 Hopefully with the shift of all of my classes to online it will give me a bit more free time to write some more but until then, hope you all enjoy!! Love you all!!!😘💖💛💖💛💖💛

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Everythings so different, but you feel the same. You splash water from the sink onto your face and study your facial features. It’s been 5 years, and you don’t feel a second older, but when you look around you see the difference. Living with Sam is the only thing that has made you feel normal, like nothing has changed. You take your hair out from the pulled back bun it was in to release the tension on your head then head out to the living room, stopping in the archway when you see Bucky sitting on the couch. This was the fifth time this week you have walked out of your room in the morning to see Bucky sitting on the couch, and it was only Friday.

“You might as well live here, Buck.” You grin, giving some attention to his reddening complexion as you head back to the kitchen to get some coffee.

“Please don't give him any ideas.” Sam pleads from the stove, where he was scrambling eggs and letting sausage cook in another pan. You giggle at the distress in his voice as you continue to pour an ungodly amount of sugar and milk into your coffee. Ever since the final battle between the Avengers and Thanos and Steve’s exit to the past, Bucky has found a companion in Sam, which is basically like befriending a disgruntled 80 year old veteren, which was apparently right up Bucky’s ally, but you could also feel that Bucky’s constant presence had something to do with you too. His stare would linger a second longer than normal when you walked into view, his touch was always extremely gentle, but only occured in situations where a touch would be necessary. Sam has told you on a few occasions that Bucky had a thing for you, but he’s said that to you as a joke before, so why would this be any different.

“I don’t think it would be that bad. Heck, I barely ever know when he’s here. It would be like having a ghost in the house.” You chuckle at your joke and take a sip from your pink and grey marbled mug, feeling even more accomplishment when you hear Bucky’s chuckle. “Hey Buck, would you like something to drink? Coffee? Apple juice? Orange juice?”

“Apple juice would be great, thank you.” You give him a nod and quickly pull a glass from the cabinet and fill it with apple juice, then bring it back to the living room, bending over to grab a coaster and then placing the glass on top. During this short 5 second moment, you could feel Bucky’s eyes on you, more specifically your butt, clad in short black varsity shorts that were previously only assumed to be present due to their hidden placement beneath your oversized Disneyland t-shirt.

“Come on and eat, you two.” Sam’s voice breaks Bucky’s trance, making him get up and head to the kitchen, grabbing a plate and filling ⅔’s of it with eggs and a few pieces of sausages.

“How many waffles would you like, Buck?” You smile up at Bucky, the significant height difference between you two has always made you feel some type of way.

“No, it's my turn. You go sit.” He turns and goes to quickly wash his hands, your heart stopping for a moment before remembering the unfortunately myriad amount of times he has had to tell you that his mechanical arm is, in fact, waterproof. You nod, then place a few pieces of sausage on your plate, bypassing the scrambled eggs, then heading to the small four chaired dining table. A couple minutes later Bucky approaches the table, his plate in one hand and the plate of toasted and buttered Eggos in the other. You grab a couple from the plate using your fork and place them on your plate, then grab the bottle of syrup next to the plate of waffles and dosing your stack with an amount of syrup that earns you questioning looks. You just shrug then cut into your stack. The small house was quiet for a moment as everyone took the time to enjoy the beginning of their breakfast until you had an idea for that night.

“We should have a movie night tonight.” You take a bite of waffle and then a short sip of coffee to wash it down. You look at your two tablemates who you could tell were trying to come up with an excuse not to, but you beat them to it. “Sam, do I have to bring up the number of times you dragged me to a bar when I def should’ve been doing homework in college?” He widens his eyes and bends his head back down to his plate. “And Bucky, baby, I did not have to welcome you into our home and feed you, now did I?” His face reddens and he reaches up to push back the rouge strands of hair that fell from his newly short hair cut. “Come on, we’ll do rock paper scissors to decide who gets to choose the movie.”

“Y/N, we all know it’ll end up being you who gets that final say in movie choice. You're lucky we're agreeing after your poor attempt at blackmailing us.” You smile brightly at Sam’s secession then stand up to gather the dishes from the table so you can wash them, refraining from grabbing Bucky’s dishes after noticing that he wasn’t done eating yet.

“Thank you for making it easy for me. And as a thank you the movie/movies that I will choose are the first three Star Wars movies.” You look back and smile at your friends less than pleased face.

“I still don’t understand why you like those three movies out of all the Star Wars movies.” Sam shakes his head and scrolls down a message on his phone.

“Young Mark Hamill and young Harrison Ford, need I say more.” You shrug and start to run the hot dish water, then gather and organize the dirty dishes at the side of the sink. Once the water was ran and the utensils were swiftly pushed into the water, Bucky’s towering presence was felt behind you, a bit of pressure being placed on your back.

“Is it okay if I place these here?” His voice was damn near a whisper, like he was trying to secretly whisper seductive words into your ears, being sure that Sam didn’t hear anything.

“Yeah, t-totally fine.” You shift slightly to the right to try to get out of his way, but his hand being briefly placed on your hip stopped you in your tracks and caused a sensation between your legs that you haven’t felt in forever. After he sets his dishes next to the sink and utensils in the water he makes his way back to the table as if nothing happened.

“Since you’re forcing us to have this movie night, you have to let us go to the training facility for a bit. We’ll stop and get the snacks on the way home.” It took you a moment to come out from your stupor and fully understand the words that come from Sam’s mouth before your answered.

“I would not have stopped you from training in the first place but thank you for volunteering to pick up the snacks. You’re great.” You look back and give him the large goofy smile that in some cases, such as this one, greatly irritates him. You turn back to the sink and finish the utensils, then quickly wash the few large dishes left by the sink before going back to your bathroom to take a shower, but not before saying bye to the two men at the table, knowing that you would not be out of the bathroom before they left for training.

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“Why not just make a move on her? Trust me, she would not mind you just picking her up and carrying her to the nearest bedroom.” Bucky just continues to throw hard, randomly alternating jabs at the punching bag in front of him, wondering how his friend got to this topic.

“I’ve tried. Nothing seems to work.” Bucky stops his punching to wipe the sweat from his face and to get a swig of water.

“You call whatever the fuck that was at the sink this morning trying? It was like watching a prepubescent boy flirt for the first time.” Bucky looked up at Sam from the floor with shock and slight embarrassment, then back down at his water bottle. Sam takes a moment to text you something then places his attention back onto Bucky. “Man, you're both grown adults. You know what you need to do. But remember, Y/N is not one to back down from a challenge.” Sam pats his friends back then walks back over to the chin up station, stretching real quick before hoping back on, leaving Bucky to think.

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From Sammie Boy 👴🏿:

Listen, I hope you understand I wasn’t joking when I said that Buck has a thing for you.

You shake your head and smile at the random text and answer before gently placing a paper face mask over your damp face.

Y/N:

I mean, it didn’t seem all that likely to me. 🤷🏿‍♀️ He doesn’t talk to me all that much but I have caught him staring a couple times. 👀👀

You shrug at your answer and toss your phone onto the bed, then head out to the kitchen to get some water. You come back to a text.

From Sammie Boy 👴🏿:

Listen to me. Tonight I want you to do what you know how to do. See for yourself what you do to him and for goodness sakes girl try and get pipped 🍆. I’m hella tired of hearing your horny ass in the middle of the night. 😤😵

You refrain from blowing water out of your nose after reading Sam’s all too real and all too loud text. Once you gain your composure you text back.

Y/N:

Ight, nigga. Hush. I’ll see what I can do. Also don’t forget to get my Airhead Xtreme Bites and Cookie Dough bites.

You chuckle at your response then set your phone back down onto the bed, then begin to sit and think about your current attire. After a few more minutes you get up to remove the face mask and rinse and moisturize your face then head back to your dresser to change pajamas into something more provocative. You keep on the short pajama shorts that you were already wearing due to their habit of riding up and switch your shirt to something shorter and slightly tighter. You keep a primarily bare face except for a coat of mascara and close to a boat load of lip gloss, leaving your lips practically dripping. You keep your curls out, knowing that men seem to find your free flying afro more sexy. Once you're done you grab a few pillows from your room and pile them onto the couch in the living room, along with two large throw blankets for obvious reasons. Once you had the couch set up and began to go to Star Wars Episode IV, you hear the front door unlock and open. You try to figure out a subtly sexy way to be found sitting on the couch, but decide to just sit with one leg bent in, stretch marks on your upper thigh being fully visible. “What’s up?! Y’all ready or what?”

“Can’t we take a shower first? Damn.” Sam bitches, taking the snacks to the kitchen. You roll your eyes then settle your gaze onto Bucky, greeting him with a shy, sultry smirk.

“Fine, you big baby. James, you can use my shower if you want.” You let Bucky’s name flow from your mouth then turn your attention back to the T.V, starting the movie then quickly pausing it and standing up to go back to the kitchen to set the snacks up. You knew fully well that your pajama shorts were noticeably riding up your butt, but you sure took your time adjusting the dilemma as you walked around the other side of the couch, no where near the front door where Bucky was still standing, staring.

“Uh, t-thanks, Y/N.” He takes his duffle bag over to your room, trying to avert his attention from you. Once he is out of ear shot Sam comes up to you at the microwave.

"I know I told you to do what you knew how, but damn!" He takes a step back and looks you up and down.

"With a promise of getting dicked down I had to pull it all the stops." You shrug and start the popcorn in the microwave, then move to the cabinet to pull out some bowls to pour all the snacks into. “Now, go shower so phase 2 of my plan can begin.” You Wave him off then open the two boxes of cookie dough bites to pour into one of the bowls.

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It's been about 15 minutes since Bucky and Sam got back and now they were finally on the couch, ready to start the movie. The more appropriate description of your configuration would be you and Bucky under one large blanket on the main couch and Sam laid back in the recliner at the left of the couch near the hallway entrance to your room.

“Alright, losers. You guys ready?” You earn lackluster cheers from the two then begin the movie. You already had Sam turn off the light, so the only illumination in the room came from the television. About ten minutes into the movie, you make the move to cuddle up close to Bucky, placing your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his metal arm, which seems to heat up slightly at your contact. With your focus on the movie, Bucky takes a moment to give Sam a surprised and slightly confused look. All Sam does is nod towards you, indicating that it was his turn to make a move. He slowly removes his arm from your grips and wraps it around your shoulders, pulling you closer so that you now had your hands placed on his chest. You guys stayed like this for a while, both of you thoroughly enjoying the movie until Sam became bored and wanted to see some action between the two of you.

“Y/N, can you hand me the cookie dough bites?” Sam points to the bowl that you deliberately placed at the end of the table, to which you nod and bend across Bucky’s lap to grab. You purposely place your hand high on his thigh, extremely close to his junk, and poke your butt in the air more than obviously needed. You take longer than necessary to grab the bowl, feeling something poke your abdomen as you begin to pull back, causing Bucky to quickly stand up and head to Sam’s bathroom after frantically asking. You hand Sam the bowl as you both watch him make his way back there.

“Dang, you work quick, don’t you?” You shrug and take an Airhead Xtreme bite from the bowl in front of you.

“I think it helped that I kept some lingerie that I def haven’t worn recently hanging out of my hamper when he went to take a shower in my bathroom.” You pause the movie and give Sam a sly smile, making you both crack up. Around 10 minutes later, Bucky returns to the living room and sits next to you again, his now greatly increased body heat warming you up again. You work hard to hide a smirk as you go to play the movie again, cuddling back up to Bucky. A few minutes later, you hear light snores come from Sam’s direction, and you look over to indeed see Sam knocked out on the recliner. You chuckle then get up to move him to his room.

“You need help?” Bucky stands from the couch to assist you but stops when he sees you give Sam a more than light tap on the arm.

“I got it. Thank you, though.” You look back and smile at him then adjust your shorts before leading Sam to his room. You let him wrap his arm around your shoulders as you lead him to his bedroom, unknowing of Bucky following close behind and stopping at the bedroom door frame. You drop Sam into his bed and, after promptly moving back his comforter, place his legs on the bed and then his comforter on top. Before leaving the bedside, Sam pulls you back towards him.

“I swear if I am not woken up by loud noises from your side of the house, imma be pissed.” He says straight faced, making you chuckle then letting you go so you can leave. Once you do turn around to the door you jump at the sight of Bucky standing at the door frame. You bend over slightly and grasp your chest.

“Oh my gosh, How long have you been standing there?” You whisper, making your way past Bucky out of the room, brushing your hip against his leg as you do.

“N-not long. I was just making sure you didn’t need any help.” He follows closely behind you, plopping down close next to you once you sit back down onto the couch. You two cuddle back up again, staying like that for a minute, before you begin to mess with Bucky’s hair, scratching closely at his scalp, watching his face as he closes his eyes, relishing in the calming feeling. Little did you know that his comfort plus the warmth radiating from his body caused you to drift asleep and begin a more than PG-13 dream. You were outside in a swimsuit in the middle of summer, the heat in the air drawing you to the pool that you stood by. As you sit next to the pool prepared to hop in, you jump slightly at the sudden presence of two hands placed on your upper thighs, one of which is a cold metal hand. You look up from your thighs to look into the face of the owner of the hands, which was none other than Bucky Barnes.

“Come on, Y/N, what are you waiting for?” He doesn’t hesitate to pull you into the pull and then pull at the ties keeping your neon pink bathing suit bottoms on your body. Once removed, he pulls them from the pool and tosses them to the side, then uses his mechanical hand to pull your left leg up to his waist, allowing his other hand to graze your pussy. Before anything could happen in your dream, you let out an audible moan that wakes you up, causing you to begin to breathe deeply and your heart rate to increase. You look at your phone on the coffee table, noticing that you were only asleep for no more than 15 minutes. “Hey, are you alright?” Bucky places a hand on your leg, closer to your knee, you just give him a smirk.

“I’m fine.” You get closer to his ear, lacing your fingers through his hair again. “It’s just, I can’t stop thinking about you.” You get up from the couch and head over to the hallway entrance to your room, stopping at the archway and turning to look at Bucky, leaning against the wall. “ You know I'm flirting with you, right, James?”You slyly smirk at his slow nod and then strut into your room, quickly hopping into your bed and making the prompt decision to remove your shirt, displaying your simple black bra with lace detailing. A minute rolls by and there is still no sign of Bucky, so you get up and make your way back to the archway. “Well….don’t keep me waiting.” Your words and the sight of your partially naked body breaks Bucky’s concentration on your previous words and causes him to swiftly make his way over to you, picking you up and flinging you over his shoulder, taking you to your room prepared to have you make noises that will definitely wake Sam up and keep him awake, along with the rest of the block.

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kiatheinsomniac · 4 years

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Chapter I: A Bright Opportunity

Clad in robes of deep red and gold, she waited in the shadow of the hidden door, peering through the crack of it being ajar, the hidden stone tunnel stretching out behind her. Her slim body was leaned back against the cold wall as she waited for her contact's company to leave the room. Once alone, she stepped silently out of the shadows and into the warm golden light that poured in through the polished windows, kissing the skin of the woman's face as soon as she pushed her hood down from her head and onto her shoulders.

"Your majesty." She addressed formally, kneeling down as she bowed her head towards the floor and placed a hand over her heart.

"Winifred, I take that your presence before me means you have something of importance?" The red-haired queen of England queried, waving off the alerted guards to lower their weapons before gesturing for the other woman to stand.

"Of course." Spoke the assassin, rising from her bow to pluck a letter from her pocket, the red wax seal already broken, she handed it over to her queen, "A plot by the Vatican - and I'm afraid that your cousin Mary may be involved too, Elizabeth."

"Thank you." The queen spoke, sucking down a breath as she thought of the gravity of the situation - yet another burden for the queen's already heavy shoulders, "Though, this only means more work for you, I need you to uncover if Mary truly is involved, I want to know exactly what powers are conspiring against me and my throne."

"I'll get right to it, your majesty."

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(Y/n) opened her (e/c) orbs, her vision fuzzy from sleep. An irritated groan was pulled from her lips when she reached for her phone, her alarm blaring in her tired ears. It was six in the morning and her usual time to get up for school.

Her dream was quickly fading from her memory, all she could remember was seeing Queen Elizabeth I of England and an old-fashioned letter with a seal. "Proof that I'm passing history, I suppose." She grumbled to herself as she unlocked her phone to check all her social medias before she exited her plush bed. It was full of white fluffy blankets and pillows and shielded her body from the cold air that nipped at anything outside of her blankets. Her light grey walls stood tall around her in her rather plainly decorated bedroom - there wasn't much aside from her wardrobe and organised desk.

She quickly finished up checking all her messages before jumping out of bed and heading to the bathroom to relieve herself, wash her face and to brush her teeth, shivering gently at the cold temperature, all too eager to get back to her room where she could wrap herself in a blanket as she readied herself.

Upon returning to her room, she began dressing for the day of school that lie ahead, sitting on the floor in front of her full-length mirror to style her (h/l) (h/c) hair and do her usual makeup. As she went through her morning routine, she danced around a little to the music that was playing from her phone - mostly her favourite songs by Lana Del Rey with some Billie Eilish and some classics thrown into the playlist.

Once she was done, she headed downstairs to make herself a coffee to drink while she sat at the dining table doing any homework that was due in that week.

She was the only person in the house. The solitude never bothered her ever since she was young - her parents worked a lot and she never had much of a close relationship to them anyway. In fact, relationships weren't something she was accustomed to anyway - her parents' work meant that they moved house a lot so she never really managed to make friends or stay in touch with them either. But, she was perfectly content with her studies and happily sitting at the top of her classes.

She was one of those people that could never get enough - no matter what she did, there had to be more to get done. For every lesson, there would be another three to learn to push herself further. 'Why settle for less when you can be the best?' she would often say to herself whenever she took a little break from studying to browse the internet on her phone.

Once it was time to leave the house, she was pulling on a coat and slinging her bag over her shoulder, drinking down the last of her slowly cooling coffee.

Her walk was just like any other usual day, taking the paths beside the main road while her music accompanied her through the cold early-spring morning. She let out a sigh while her playlist shuffled in her headphones, blasting loudly in her ears. She passed familiar paths and roads, stopping at the same traffic lights. (Y/n) had the option to be driven to school by the family driver but she preferred the twenty minutes of morning air considering she didn't leave the house often enough.

When she arrived in school, she made her way towards the library where she pulled a notebook and textbook out of her bag, going over chemistry topics regarding balancing equations and relative atomic mass. Her music played softly in her ears now, music without vocals that would distract her if present in the song. This was how her day went: get to school and study, attend classes to study, sit studying at break, attend more classes to study, have a small break for a light snack and drink at lunch before studying then attend her final lesson to study. Once she got home, she'd sleep for a while then listen to music/ paint/ read a book before studying until dinner; after dinner, she'd have a bath and take some time to look after herself before going to bed.

(Y/n) could admit that a change in routine was all she longed for but she didn't know anything else. She had no friends to go out with and didn't really have anything interesting going on at all aside from family events. She wanted a change desperately but had no clue where to start - whenever she tried to mix things up, she'd always fall back into the same routine out of habit. When the bell went off, she packed her notebooks neatly away into her navy blue bag and tucked her phone into her pocket.

The approach of yet another repetitive day.

She sat through her first three lessons, her work at top standard and focus sharp as she pressed herself in her studies more and more. Her attention was following the video on the board that was explaining the use of tangent with angles of elevation and depression, noting down little features to keep in mind (all of which she already knew but noted it down nonetheless to show classwork) when a male teacher, who was escorting a female visitor, entered the classroom, making his way across the room to the teacher's desk. The (e/c)-eyed female had seen the grey-haired teacher around the school before and was rather sure he was one of the receptionists. She watched the hushed conversation quickly occur between the receptionist and maths teacher before the man straightened his back.

"(Y/n) Glacier, could you come with me please?" He spoke up, the student opened her mouth slightly, wondering why she had to be taken out of class.

"Do I need my bag?" She quizzed, reaching for the strap of the navy bag that rested by her feet.

"Yes, please," He spoke as he made his way back outside. (Y/n) quickly gathered her things and made her way outside, closing the door quietly behind her. Her (e/c) gaze managed to get a better look at the visitor. She was a woman in her late middle-ages with fair light brown hair and turquoise eyes. She wore a purple blazer and skirt with a white blouse and black heels.

"I'm not in trouble am I?" The student quizzed, she had no idea why she had been taken out and was beginning to grow worried that she might have done something; though, there was nothing that she was able to think of.

"On the contrary, dearie." The visitor spoke up as they walked towards a classroom, that was bare aside from the school's headmaster, where the three of them took a seat. The school's headmaster was a woman nearing being elderly with jet black hair that presented a few grey streaks. On her nose were thick-rimmed glasses and she wore a deep red blazer with a white blouse and a flowing black skirt that reached her ankles. She was a good headmaster and had been running the school for the good part of three decades from what (Y/n) had heard.

"Miss (L/n), this is Miss Pearl Attaway." The headmaster spoke, "She's a member of staff at Vermere Lake Grammar School and she's representing the board there that are searching for students to join seeing as it's a new establishment."

"Ok. . ." (Y/n) began slowly, "I suppose, to begin with, I'd like to ask: why me?" She began picking at a thread on her skirt under the table, finding herself to be rather nervous.

"Your grades are outstanding, (Y/n)." Pearl Attaway began, "We're looking for students with gifted minds like yours, you'd be a wonderful asset to the school."

"Where is this school?" The (s/t)-skinned student quizzed, wanting to know everything about it before she began to make up her mind on attending.

"The French countryside." The visitor replied. (Y/n) opened her mouth to speak but was cut off, "I know what you're thinking and I'm sure that the proposal of a boarding school comes as quite a shock but your parents have been spoken to and they both are in favour of you going and have left the final decision up to you." (Y/n) stopped to think. This choice was going to be far more difficult and impactful than she originally thought.

"I think that I'm going to need more time to make up my mind on this. . . I mean: France? A boarding school? I've never done anything like that before, I've never stayed away from my house unless I'm with family. . ." She looked down at her lap. This could be her chance to really advance in her studies! And the fact that they had sought her out specifically too! Would she be around more like-minded people?

"It's perfectly understandable if you want some time to think this over but I'm afraid that I'll be needing an answer before the end of the month," Pearl replied. That gave (Y/n) three weeks to make her big decision. The (h/c)-haired student turned to her headmaster.

"I know it's a lot to ask for but could I go home? I want to be somewhere where I can have some clear-headedness to think about this and I'd like to talk to my parents too. It's understandable for you to say no." She requested. The older woman tossed the idea around in her head for a moment.

"I'll have to contact your parents but I'm sure they'll allow you to return home." She smiled as she stood up, everyone else in the room following suit. The receptionist began leading Pearl away. However, the woman in purple paused on the threshold of the door.

"We hope that you'll choose to join us, (Y/n)." And with that said, she was around the corner and out of sight.

"If I may add my thoughts on this," The headmaster spoke up as she began leading (y/n) to her office in order to make a phone call to the student's parents, "I believe this is an excellent opportunity for you, I've seen your grades and your class books and I believe that this school cannot provide the facilities and teachings that you need to further your education. This would be perfect for you."

"I know. . ." (Y/n) began thoughtfully, "It's just the boarding school part that's making me hesitate. I've never been away from my family before." It was true that she was used to solitude but she was used to that in her own household, not in the countryside of another country surrounded by other people her age. She was certainly stuck on the fence. . .

The call was made and she was sent home, hence why she was laying on her bed of lightly coloured pillows and blankets, staring up at her white ceiling.

"This could be the change you want - no! - need! This could be your way to get a change in routine and press yourself to be the best! But it's so far away. . . And? You're not close to your family anyway, it's not like you can't call them for comfort if need be. You're not exactly leaving any friends behind either. . . What if you can make some friends there? If they're looking for people like you perhaps you can get on well with them. This could be the best decision of your life! Or the worst. . . Come on, you get to go to another country and attend an outstanding school! Don't let sentiment hold you back! It's a boarding school, I'm sure you can bring whatever you want to make yourself feel at home. Tell you what: let's do it! Let's go to this school! What have I got to lose? The worst thing that could happen is getting homesick." And so, she reached across the bed for her phone to contact her father who would tell Pearl Attaway that (Y/n) would be attending Vermere Lake.

For the first time in her life, the change she longed for was finally within reach.

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80siconic · 4 years

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AXEL SWEDES X OC!VANESSA LEBEDEV

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Vanessa Lebedev was always known as a freak. A freak who could do things with her mind. Vanessa came from a Russian family who sent her away when they figured out about her powers. No family's wanted her after they found out she could move things with her mind. Everyone she knew saw her as a freak. That's all she ever was. Maybe she started believing it herself too.

Vanessa was hired by The Commission after they found out about her powers. They watched her. Day after day. Night after night. Just to see if she was worth it, and she really was. Carmichael, the talking fish, sent the Swede siblings to find her and bring her in. Of course she wouldn't budge, especially because she had no idea who they were. Axel, the older brother, told her they needed her powers. That she was special. Maybe she just needed to hear the words from someone else. Vanessa wanted to say no, but it was a good idea. Maybe she'd finally have some people who cared about her.

Vanessa officially worked for The Commission. Carmichael thought it was a good idea for her to work with the Swedish siblings. She worked well with them. With her powers, and the brothers strength, Vanessa was a good asset for them. Vanessa wasn't exactly a huge fan of Oscar and Otto. Axel was her favourite. Vanessa butted heads less with him than the other two. Axel made her feel like she was wanted and loved. Unlike the people who threw her onto the curb when they found out about her telekinesis. Vanessa loved how the brother made her feel. The Russian finally felt like less of a freak. Vanessa was normal, and fuck anybody who thought differently.

Vanessa didn't exactly have anywhere to stay but her landlord was kind enough to give her an apartment for free as long as she worked for her part time. Vanessa couldn't exactly say no. The landlord paid her which meant she had a decent amount of money. The landlord didn't know about her powers and she planned to keep it that way.

With a sigh, Vanessa approached her door, at the last moment she realized it was open a crack. She became suspicious. Vanessa slowly opened the door the rest of the way, she picked up a few knives and they floated over to her. Vanessa peaked around a corner slowly, nobody was there.

Slowly walking over to the living room, Vanessa turned her back, the knives still floating beside her. She heard a slight creek behind her which made her quickly turn around. Vanessa stretched out her arm, the knives almost hit the man that was standing there but he dodged them quickly. "Who are you? What the fuck do you want?"

The man didn't say anything, a small gun was in his hand. Vanessa backed up slowly in caution. Out of the shadows on one side of her living room came out another man who looked almost identical to the other one. They both had white coloured hair, dressed in 60s clothing. One had a scar on his face, the other one looked quite young. Maybe close to Vanessa's age. Her questions still wasn't answered.

"They don't talk. Not much anyway." Another man came out of the shadows of her kitchen. Vanessa widened her eyes. "We're not here to hurt you. I'm Axel, those two are my brothers. Oscar and Otto."

Vanessa raised her head, she wasn't scared of them no matter how scary they did look. "I'm going to ask again. What do you want?"

Axel slowly took his gun out of this back pocket and bent down to put it on the ground. His brothers followed his lead. Axel raised his hands in surrender. "We're part of a group called the Commission. We were sent to bring you."

Vanessa gave the brothers suspicious looks. "I don't know who you guys are. What makes you think I'll come with you?"

Otto and Oscar looked at each other, they were about to go to their guns but Axel snapped his fingers, stopping them immediately. "The Commission has been watching you. They know about your powers." Axel could see the fear in her eyes. He stretched out his hand. "It's okay. They're magnificent. You're powers could be a good asset for them."

Vanessa looked at him shocked. No one had ever said her powers were "magnificent." If she ever did anything with them, people would automatically run away. Vanessa sighed, she slowly reached her hand out and took his in hers. "You aren't scared of me. Why?"

Axel lightly smiled at Vanessa. He pulled her slightly closer to him. His brothers looked at each other, confused. Otto looked at the two of them, he noticed Axel looking at Vanessa fondly which was a weird sight for him. Never in all his years has he ever saw his brother look at someone like that.

Axel studied Vanessa's face for a few seconds. He took in every detail of her face. "You're powers are something else, Vanessa. They're beautiful. Your powers make you, you. We won't harm you. Just come with us."

Vanessa slowly nodded, she felt Axel let go of her hand. Vanessa looked over at the two brothers. She picked up the knives and brung them back to the kitchen. Axel lightly nodded over at her telling her everything was going to be alright. He walked over to her and placed his hand on her back. Otto and Oscar made sure everything was clear before they rushed outside of her apartment. "Am I not bringing anything?"

Axel shook his head, he took her into the hallway and closed the door behind her. "Everything will be brought to you. Trust me. But we need to quickly bring you there."

"Your accent. What is it?" Vanessa felt Axel slowly push her as she was walking, telling her to go faster. Axel didn't answer her question as they went down the stairwell to the back door. Vanessa pushed it open and at this rate, Axel took her hand and started pulling her to what looked like a milk truck. He opened the back and let her go in first.

Vanessa climbing into the back. Oscar was in the drivers seat, Otto was in the passenger seat, and Axel was in the back with her. As Oscar drove away, Vanessa looked up at her apartment building as they drove past it. Axel's voice rung in her ears. "The Commission will take care of you, and so will we. My accent is Swedish, by the way."

Axel turned his head to look at Vanessa, he gave her a comforting smile making sure she was okay. Axel made his way over to her, sitting down beside her. Vanessa didn't know him but he made her feel comfortable, unlike his brothers. "Ever since I was little, everyone was afraid of my powers. My parents threw me out. No foster family's would keep me. Why aren't you scared?"

Axel placed his hands on his knees, resting them there. "You're powers are special. I can see it and so can you. You can forget about the people who thought any differently. You may not know how you got your powers or why you have them specifically, but you're not a monster and you're not a freak. Don't forget that."

Vanessa turned her head to look at Axel, she raised her lips into a smile. Vanessa noticed how sweet he was to her, he didn't see her like everyone else saw her. "Thank you.....I—If you don't mind me asking, why don't your brothers speak?"

"Hmm, they don't speak English." Axel chuckled. "I'm the only one who can. I translate for them and I don't think they really like your presence."

Vanessa scoffed. The feeling was mutual. "Yeah, well, I don't exactly like them either." Vanessa smirked as she saw them both roll their eyes in the rear view mirror. Axel quietly chuckled. Vanessa was really starting to enjoy her time with them. Maybe, just maybe, she finally found a family to call her own.

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