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I Like You (Drabble)
Pairing: Hook x Reader
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Prompt: ❛ i like you. a lot. like a lot, a lot. ❜ ❛ you’re important to me, you piece of shit. ❜ ❛ it terrifies me what i would do for you. ❜
@omg-im-such-a-masochist here's your prompt my love I hope it's close to what you were imagining!
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“Did you hear?”
“What?”
Y/n asks looking up from her phone after her friend Anthony sat down beside her on one of the work crates.
“Hook has a date with one of the new intern girls and I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because she was recommended to the company by Jericho, and you know he’s always trying to get some dirt on someone. I know you’re supposed to ask people questions when you try and get to know them, but her questions are intense.”
“Well, have you said anything to him about it?”
“You know he won’t listen to any of us that’s why the lads asked me if I would talk to you about it because maybe he would listen to you. After all you are one of the closet people to him apart from his dad.”
“So, in other words you want me to do your dirty work for you?”
She smiled watching as Anthony rubbed his cheek looking around the room before sitting down in the chair beside her.
“We tried to talk to him about it but he wouldn’t even give us the time of day about it just his usual fucking grunt and a blank stare. We just don’t want him to get hurt is all or have this woman fuck around with his feelings.”
“Have any of you bothered talking to the girl I mean the only thing you’ve said is her questions are kind of weird. That doesn’t mean she’s going to fuck Tyler over you can’t assume all woman interested in him are going to be bad.”
“You’re acting like I don’t know that you have feelings for him.”
“Shut up!”
Y/n hissed looking around to be sure that nobody overheard Anthony’s big mouth before turning her gaze back to him.
“Nobody else needs to know that least of all him, I’ll talk to him but I’m not going to just assume she’s after him for bad reasons.”
“Thanks, you’re the best text me how it goes.”
“Yeah yeah I will.”
Standing up Y/n throws her trash away than turns heading out the doors she figured that if Tyler wasn’t warming up somewhere; he was bound to be lurking around the hallways listening to his music. Walking around for a few minutes she pulled her phone out sending him a text.
‘Where are you?’
‘My dad’s locker room’
‘Can I come talk with you?’
‘Yep’
Pocketing her phone, she makes her way through halls and soon arrived in front of the door, giving a light knock she waited.
“Come on in y/n.”
“Hey thanks for giving me a few minutes to chat with you.”
She smiled poking her head in the door and closed it behind her after stepping inside, leaning against the door she watched as he moved around the room. Then patted the couch cushion beside him, y/n walked over sitting down and stretched her legs out.
“What’s up?”
“So, Anthony told me you had a date with one of the new interns.”
“Yep, I’m going out with her tomorrow night, he was trying to give me some hassle earlier, but I just ignored him.”
Tyler pushed the hair out of his eyes adjusting his hoodie then looked over at her.
“Is that why you’re here to give me some trouble?”
“No, I just wanted to come talk to you because he’s worried about you all the lads are and since you won’t hear him out. Anthony is hoping that you’ll at least be willing to hear me out about it although lord knows you don’t always listen to me when you should.”
“You guys are always on my ass when I’m planning on going out with someone, I know what I’m doing I’m not a child.”
“Nobody said you were, but your friends are concerned so the least you could do is at least hear them out a little. Anthony said that the woman was asking some weird ass questions and he’s just worried about you.”
“Look it’s fine I can handle myself y/n I don’t need to be looked after, beside you don’t see me jumping every time someone asks you out. So why can’t you just let me do my thing.”
Looking at him surprised by his sudden change in tone y/n’s eyes narrowed slightly as she huffed at him.
“Because you’re important to me you piece of shit.”
Y/n snapped as she stood up off the couch and started pacing back and forth.
“We care about you and we don’t want you getting hurt we care about you.”
“I know you do but it’s not a big deal, there’s no need to get so bent out of shape.”
“Oh my gods you really are dense I like you. a lot. like a lot a lot. And I just want to be sure you aren’t going to get hurt by anyone. I couldn’t stand the idea of you getting hurt by someone you may be emotionally invested in. It’s terrifies me what I would do for you, just please let us do what we need to try and keep you safe.”
Y/n ranted but stopped when he stared at her his eyes wide at her confession.
“You like me?”
“That’s what I just told you, now you go ahead and go on your date but at least hear Anthony out he’s one of your best friends.”
Tyler quickly got off the couch grabbing her arm when she turns to leave, she hadn’t meant to embarrass herself like that in front of him.
“So should I pick you up around seven?”
“What?”
“Anthony may have let it slip that you had feelings for me and so we cooked this up to see if you’d actually admit it.”
Tyler smirked pulling y/n against his chest and held her hips as she stared at him in shock as she tried to comprehend what he was saying.
“That little fucker.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“Mm just let me know how I need to dress, and I’ll see you then.”
Y/n smiled wrapping her arms around him their lips meeting in a soft kiss.
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Harvey's first birthday celebrating with Finn, Damian, Dominik, reader's mom, Rhea's parents and sister and Dominik's parents and sister? (I wanted to include Rey and Angie so bad because I feel like they're the sweetest people out of scripts).
First Birthday
Baby burrito: Rhea Ripley x Fem!reader
Today was our baby boys first birthday and we were throwing him a massive party with friends and family last night we flew in Rheas parents who would arrive around 1 pm and Harvey was thrilled to see his Grandma and Grandpa sadly Rheas sister couldn't make it but we promised pictures.
As Harvey grew he dark hair he got from the donor we chose but it reminded me of the color hair Rhea had at some point. The boys are coming around in the afternoon and Doms parents wanted to come to as i really got close to all of them even Aalyah.
"Were my birthday boy" i smile as i flick Harveys room light on and he was laying there all smiles "mama!" His arms stretched out for a hug "come here my big boy" i smiled picking him up "lets go see mummy huh" i said looking at his face still waking up.
We walked down stairs Barry following once seeing Harvey "mummy!" Harvey shout in excitement "there is my boy!" She smiled taking him from my arms "want a birthday breakfast?" She smiles kissing his forehead "pancakes" she giggles at his excitement and places him in a high chair and starts to make pancakes "mama want some" Rhea says to me "yes please mummy" i smile kissing her cheek "mama sit next to me!" Harvey smiles just growing bigger "don't think he will calm down today" i say to Rhea as she flips a pancake "it's okay he is cute" she says "you could get away with murder" i say to Harvey and he just smirks clapping his hands making me chuckle and kiss his cheek.
We finish our pancakes and decided to give Harvey one of his gifts before everyone arrives "okay Harvey open this one from mummy and mama" i say giving him a soft gift as he is sat in Rheas lap on the floor "go on baby" Rhea says as Harvey tares into the gift making me and Rhea giggles "its a bear" Rhea says moving the wrapping paper out the way as Harvey hugs the toy "bobo!" He shouts smiling "is that his name" i say and he nods happily "bobo" he repeats "lovely name" Rhea says "thank you mama thank you mummy" he says hugging us "such a polite boy" i say.
Its now the afternoon Rheas parents are here my mum as my dad could be here the boys and we were waiting on Doms family "where's the birthday boy!" Damian says as he walks in "uncle D!" Harveys shouts jumping off Rheas mums lap hugging Damians legs "hey champ" Damian says patting Harveys back "heard its a little lads birthday" Finn walking in "Uncle Finny!" Harvey now hugs finns legs and the same for Dom "hey mamas" Dom says hugging me and Rhea then we hug Finn and Damian "thanks for coming" i says as the boys walk to the living room Barry and Luna sniffing everyone and thing "of course its Harveys first birthday" Dom smiles sayinf hi to my mum and Rheas parents before sitting down "just waiting on Doms mum dad and sister" i say sitting on Rheas lap.
After some time of Harvey showing off what my mum got him and Rheas parents got him and bobo Doms parents showed up "we are here!" Angie said as the family walkef in "in the living room" Dom said and the family walked in "oh y/n hunny you look so good" she smiles as the last time she saw me was sometime after Harvey was born of course they seen Harvey but i was at work or on a date night with Rhea "yep all healed" i smile and hug Angie back and Aalyah then Rey "time for gifts" Rey smiles and Harvey yells in excitement only for Rhea to shut the yelling down "inside voices baby" She says as he sits on the floor.
Harvey opens gifts from every but Dom "mine turn" he smiles grabbing a box ans i look at Rhea confused and she shrugs wrapping her arms around me as i cuddled into her.
Harvey opened the box and let out an squeal in excitement "what is it baby" next thing i know Harvey drags out a calico kitten "Dom!" I yell and Harvey hugs it "what its his first birthday and now you got to cats two dogs" he grins and Damian and Finn laugh "mama! Mummy! Look kitty!" I sigh "yes baby kitty" Doms parents now chuckle "what you naming.." Rhea says then looks at Dom "her" Rhea smiles "what you naming her my little koala" Harvey thinks petting this very tiny kitten "Callie!" He smiles and giggles and very one smiles.
It was time for cake as we sing happy birthday Barry and Luna especially Ryuk met Callie which they all got along thank god, after we sing happy birthday and he blow out candles with Rheas help "get everything you wanted baby" she smiles as everyone eats some cake "no" he replied looking sad "aw baby i am sorry what did mama and mummy not get you" he pats his new cat Callie who won't leave him alone "i wanted a sister or brother" me and Rhea were shocked and so was everyone else "a brother or sister" Dom says "sister" he smiles and Dom says "it would be a boy" then finn says "yeah i think its a boy" and Damian adds his guess "nah it will be a girl" me and Rhea chuckle "i am not pregnant" i say sitting on Rheas lap again "yet" dom says "we heard enough for you today" i says and everyone chuckles.
The night ends everyone but Rheas parents go home and we thank them for Harveys gifts "can't believe my baby boy is one years old now" i say me and Rhea were alone in our room Harvey asleep and we were changing to getting ready for bed "9:45 pm" Rhea smiles at me "i remembered when i told you i was pregnant now he is grown taking walking" i say sitting on the bed and lays down cuddling up to Rhea under the covers "don't be sad he is a polite amazing young boy" she kisses the top of my head "you will be a mess when he first goes to school" Rhea chuckles "dont" i smile cuddling up to her as we fall asleep "night love you" "love you too"she says as well drift asleep.
#rhea ripley#rhea ripley x reader#wwe judgement day#wwe x reader#dominik mysterio#damian priest#finn balor
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can you do jamie with grumpy female reader please?
Kinda combining these two!!
"C'mon Jamie!" Sam jumped on Jamie's back as Jamie texted on his phone. "When are we going to meet this new girl of yours?"
Jamie cackled as he hid his texts away from his friend. "Probably never at this rate."
Jamie was absolutely whiped for this girl he'd been seeing. Anytime they weren't on the pitch, he was texting her or calling her or sending her stupid photos of himself. All the boys could tell, all the coaches could tell, it was driving them mad.
"So, she's special then, yes?" Jan commented from the other side of the room. "That's why you're hesitant to show her to your male friends."
"I guess?" Jamie frowned in thought. "Or she just hasn't wanted to come by the club." He looked at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair. He looked down as his phone dinged. "But... it looks like you lads might be in luck. She's heading here right now?"
The boy started climbing them over themselves in excitement as they celebrated. They shouted out questions trying to get as much information as possible.
"How old is she?"
"What does she do?"
"What's she like?"
"She's 27, she's a lawyer, and she's like... uh..." Jamie looked up trying to think exactly how to describe her. "She's like the MILF from that spooky family show."
"The Munsters?" Bumbercatch offered.
"No, the other one."
"Addams Family?" Colin shouted, snapping at Jamie.
Jamie snapped back at him. "That's it."
The boys all cooed in excitement as Jamie finished getting ready. Then a knock on the door to the locker room came and they all sprung back to their places.
In the door way was a woman in all black, with a black choker and boots to match. She looked around the room of boys, her face not moving an inch.
"Babe!" Jamie cried coming to greet her. He kissed her cheek and placed a hand on her back. "These are the lads! Lads... this is (Y/N)!"
"Hi." She waved, once before looking over at Jamie. "Why are they all staring at me like that."
None of the boys had blinked once since she had entered the room. They all just stood, mouths agape as they stared at the goddess of a women who'd walked into the room.
"Ah, don't worry about them," Jamie waved them off. "I'm gonna hit the loo, then we can go."
He ran out of the room. Leaving (Y/N) alone with the team, who still hadn't moved from their spots. From the coaches room, Roy entered.
"Alright, who the fuck's left their car behind mine- oh, hi," He stopped when he saw (Y/N), nearly wearing the same outfit as he was. "And you are..."
"I'm (Y/N), Jamie's girlfriend," You explained.
"You're Jamie's girlfriend?" Roy questioned, eyebrows raising.
"Yep."
"As in Jamie Tartt?"
"Yes?" She was starting to become annoyed. "He better not be doing a poo, I told him I was parked behind some cars."
"Sorry, can we just go back to the part where you're dating Jamie Tartt?" Roy insisted, putting his arms on his hips.
Before she could reply Jamie walked back into the room. "Ready to go?"
"Yes, your friends are weird," She told him, turning and walking out of the room. Jamie watched her leave a big, stupid grin on his face. He turned back to his still bewildered group of friends and gave them a two fingered salute before spining around to run after you.
Roy and the team remained looking around at each other in disbelief. Finally Roy broke the silence.
"What the fuck was that?
#jamie tartt#jamie tartt x reader#ted lasso#jamie tartt imagine#ted lasso show#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt fanfiction#drabble#drabble night
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Chapter 1: Bitter Sweetness ♡ (Contract Killer!Soap x Baker!Reader) - NSFW
tw: age gap (Reader being 20, Soap being 31), manipulation, dacryphilia, noncon to dubcon, dead dove!!, big pp in small cunny :(
A/N: Wrote this a loooooooong time ago. Started off pretty cute until I let my period hormones finish the rest of the fic, sigh… Rip reader’s cunny.. AGAIN.
(PS: I’m truly sorry for botching the Scottish slangs used.)
It wasn't unusual for people to not understand John 'Soap' MacTavish's Scottish slang. It also wasn't unusual for people to not even try and understand the Scottish lad. Unless it was crucial info to the mission on hand, most jokes and smartass remarks from Soap wasn't really worth repeating after the awkward silence or straight up laughter from his teammates.
He appreciated his team, he really does. There are times his jokes were reciprocated well, especially with his close friend- Ghost, but it's not often so he tries not to mind.
Well, until today at least.
Your soft giggles and laughs were like music to Soap's ears as you looked up to the man through your eyelashes. The bread on the counter was long forgotten as he watched you take humour to his passing joke.
"Sorry- I really do love your accent! It's scottish, right?" You tilted your head in a manner so cute, Soap's brain momentarily shut off.
"Yeah.." He answered slowly, almost shyly as he tried not to get distracted by how pretty you looked. "I'm Johnny,"
"I'm (Y/N)! I haven't seen you here at our bakery for a long while!" Your voice was cheerful and warm as you introduced yourself.
"Aye, been on a.. trip.." Soap mumbled, "Just got back this mornin’..”
"That's wonderful! Is there anything specific that you'd like to add on, Mr. Johnny? We recently hired a sandwich maker, so if you'd like-" You rambled a little about the menu and Soap nodded along, watching you carefully with a small smile.
"D'ye have any of yer pies?"
Your eyes twinkled at his question, "We sure do! We've got the classic chicken pot pie and vegetable pies for the savoury pies, aaaand we've got a blueberry pie, apple pie and lemon meringue pie for the sweet pies today!"
"I'll take a chicken pot pie, and a slice of yer blueberry pie." Soap watched your fingers press the buttons on the cash register before turning around to get the pastries.
He felt a little giddy and warm as he waited for his food, watching you interact with a customer on the other side.
"For here or to go, Mr. Johnny?" You asked as you turned back to him with the order and the bread he picked out earlierin a paper bag.
"To go, lassie."
"Here's your food then, sir." You said with a wide smile as Soap handed you the cash. You took the $100 bill and gave back his $83 dollar change. "Have a good day!"
He returned your smile, "Keep the change, lassie."
"W-What? It's more than 80 dollars! This is too much!"
"Aye, but ye are too sweet for yer own good, love. Ye deserve it." Soap winked, walking towards the exit of the shop as he watched you sputter out thanks and goodbyes.
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"Mr. Johnny! You're back!" You put down the tray of cookies onto the table next to the cash register, quickly walking over to the scottish man who stood at the entrance. "Haven't seen you in a few days! Where were you?"
“S’just Johnny fer ye, lassie,” He smiled warmly as he walked closer to meet you, "Had some work."
"You must be very busy with work, huh?" Your smile as sweet as ever as you looked up at him.
"Aye."
"Well, good thing I have something new just for you!" You pulled him towards the freshly baked cookies on the counter. "Are you a fan of cookies?"
"Oh? Are ye offering, lass?" Soap teased.
You nodded in excitement, "Yep! You're the first one to try the new recipes out! You wanna try one?" You handed him the warm heart shaped cookie.
Soap looked at you before looking back down at the cookie. He broke a piece off and popped it into his mouth. The buttery dough and sugar melted in his mouth, with the slight chocolate flavour from the chips.
Your much shorter stature made it hard to see you in the line of the large man, but that didn't stop you from standing on your toes and trying to look at his expression.
"How is it? Was it too dry? I saw the recipe on instagram a couple days ago and tweaked it a bit, I hope I didn't mess it up!-"
"It's delicious, lass."
You stopped and looked at his smiling Soap. "Really?"
"Mhm." Soap hummed and ate another piece.
You laughed in joy, clapping your hands together, "I'm glad! I'll let you take the rest of the batch home!"
"Ah- no need. Keep them, lass."
You looked at Soap with a questioning look, "Why? They're yours! It's a gift!"
Soap shook his head, "I'll take a couple, but the rest should go to yer customers."
"Well, I kinda made them for you specifically, so.." You blushed. "It'd make me happy if you could take all of it, Johnny."
"Aren't ye too young to be giving a lad like me a gift, lassie?"
"I'm twenty this year," Your lips formed a small pout, "I'm not a child."
"Still younger than me, aye?"
"...How old are you?"
"Thirty-one."
"So what's eleven years?-"
"A big gap." He curtly replied with a teasing smile.
You stared at Soap for a moment before you sighed, "Please? I made them for you.." You handed him the cookies in a box, neatly tied into a bow now. You don't seem to be hiding your advances either with how persistent you were.
What a naive young woman.
"Fine, if it's yer wish, lassie. But I will pay."
"It's a gift, Johnny. Free of charge."
"Nae, I'll pay, lassie."
You pouted again.
Soap sighed and reached out to you. Your breath hitched when his rough and calloused hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing circles into the soft flesh.
"It's one dollar," You feigned annoyance.
"Is it really?"
A defiant nod was his only reply, "It's only a dollar."
"Well, then," Soap's fingers tilted your chin up, making you meet his gaze. "That's a steal, isnae?"
"Ye take tips, lassie?" His thumb gently traced your lips as he watched your eyelids flutter lightly at his touch.
"Maybe.." Your voice barely above a whisper.
"Then, this is my tip, aye?" Soap leaned down and captured your lips into a gentle kiss.
Your eyes fluttered close as you felt his lips on yours, soft and chaste. The scent of the bakery around you and the taste of the man before you was overwhelmingly sweet.
When he pulled away, you could only stare at him.
"Yer too pretty for yer own good, bonnie," He smirked, squeezing your cheeks playfully. "Yer shouldn't be giving kisses to strangers."
You blushed hard, feeling the heat from your ears, cheeks and neck.
"I really like the way you speak… And the way you treat me," You muttered shyly. "And you're not a stranger,"
"Am I not?" Soap raised a brow, "We barely know each other, lassie. For all ye know, I could've been a serial killer."
"You wouldn't." You replied immediately. "You're not a bad person... I think," Your lips quirked into a smirk, "You're a softie."
"Oh, ye think so?"
"Mmhm. You're not mean to the staff, and you always give nice compliments,"
"Do I now?" He tilted his head with a smirk, "And how did ye come to that conclusion?"
"I’m secretly super smart," You smiled mischievously.
"Yer a sneaky little lassie," Soap pinched your cheek.
"You have to come back here everyday now, by the way," You puffed your cheeks, "It's not free to kiss the owner's daughter,"
Soap snorted, "Aye, I'll have to come back here every day, then. What a pain."
You giggled and pushed the box of cookies into his arms.
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It's pretty much common sense to get to know someone before dating them but you just can't help it can you?
"Shite! I've got a fuckin' date, tonight!" Soap cursed as he swung the metal bat one last time into the captive's head, knocking them dead before inspecting the blood splatter on his shirt.
It's good to get to know someone in case they're a serial killer.. Like John 'Soap' McTavish.
Well, contract killer would be a more appropriate term. Assassin even, if you're into technicalities.
"Which poor girl did you force into a date with you?" Ghost snickered as he lazily flipped his dagger as he watched the Scottish man tried to clean his shirt; only to smear the blood more.
"I didnae force anyone! I've been talking to the baker's daughter. She asked me out!"
Ghost scoffed, "The young one? Barely out of school? What is she, 16?"
"She's twenty," Soap glared.
"Jesus Christ," Ghost rolled his eyes, "That's still a kid."
"Fuck off, ye git." Soap muttered before looking for a spare shirt to change into.
Ghost tossed him the packet of wet wipes, "Don't worry, I won't tell Price you're taking advantage of a poor girl."
"I'm not fucking taking advantage of her!"
"You're 11 years older than her, mate." Ghost patted his shoulder and left the warehouse.
Soap grumbled a string of curses and finished cleaning himself up.
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"Tomato soup?" The way you tilted your head was still as cute as the first time he saw you.
"Aye. The bastard tipped it all over my favourite shirt." Soap said, leaning against the counter.
"Aww," You pouted, "And you didn't get his number? At least make him pay for dry cleaning?"
"Nae, I didnae." Soap's lips twitched upwards, "Didn't get a chance to ask."
"Here lemme look," Your innocent eyes flickered to his shirt, a little blood stained where the button down met the fabric of his pants. You didn't seem to mind as you looked him up and down.
Soap chuckled, "Are ye checking me out, bonnie?"
You blushed and giggled softly.
"M’looking at your shirt, silly! You got some on your pants too.." You lightly scratched at the fabric. "Must've been some thick tomato soup! If I didn't know any better i'd have guessed that it was blood.." You teased.
Soap smirked, "Yer a curious little kitten, aren't ye?"
"Maybe~”
Soap leaned forward and gently grasped your chin, his thumb rubbing over the plump skin of your lips. If only you knewwhat his hands were capable of doing.
What the stains really were...
Would you still have that bright, curious glint in your eyes?
"You're staring, Johnny~"
Soap was shaken out of his thoughts. He was so caught up with his thoughts he didn't realise that he had been staring at your face, his eyes tracing the features that were becoming oh so familiar.
"Yer a beauty, lass." He whispered, voice low and almost gruff.
"You should take a picture, it'll last longer," You joked.
Soap shook his head, "Where would the fun be in that, lassie?"
"Well," You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him, burying your face into his chest. "You could also let me stay the night?" Your voice was shy and muffled.
Soap smiled, "Aye, I'd love to have ye in my bed, bonnie."
"Johnny!"
"What? I wasnae lying when I said ye were too pretty fer yer own good,"
"You're being lewd." You poked his chest.
"And ye aren't, aye? Askin' a lad like me to share a bed with ye."
"Shut up, Johnny. You know what I mean,"
"Aye,"
"Johnnyyyyyy!"
"I like yer laugh, bonnie," Soap mumbled into your hair, his lips brushing over the soft strands. "Wanna hear more of it,"
"You'll see me tomorrow."
"Aye, and the day after that,"
"And the day after that, and the day after that,"
Soap hummed, "Yer really going to have to stay the night with me." He tightened his hold on you.
You giggled, "Only if you want to.."
"I do. I do."
"Okay, then,"
Soap leaned down to peck your forehead before scooping you into his arms. You squealed and laughed, hugging his neck.
"Let's go, then, bonnie."
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"W-wait! It's.. It's too big!-" Your eyes were tearing up from the intense pleasure, your voice hoarse and scratchy.
"Come on, bonnie. Ye can take it." Soap panted, his voice gravelly and gruff. "Relax for me, love."
You whimpered as he tried to fit his bulbous cock into your virgin hole. Your tiny cunt was trying to squeeze and suck him in, the wet squelching of your arousal not doing anything to help.
"J-Johnny, it's not gonna fit," You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks.
The older man reached down and rubbed tight circles into your clit, making your whole body twitch in sensitivity.
"O-oh, f-fuck.." You whined, toes curling and fingers grasping at the sheets.
"Language, bonnie,"
"S-Sorry," You mumbled, your pussy clenching and releasing around the head of his cock.
"That's it, bonnie, nice and easy.." Soap pushed further and you cried, a mix of pleasure and pain.
"Johnny, pull out! Pull out!-" You pushed against his chest as he smiled sadistically, forcing his cock into you.
"Relax, lass," He purred, "Ye can take it."
"N-No!-" You screamed. "I c-can't! It's too much! Ah-" His lips latched onto your tender nipple, sucking and nibbling.
"Just a bit more, bonnie," He mumbled. "Almost in.."
"P-please, no! I c-can't!" You sobbed, feeling his large hand on your abdomen, pressing down on your belly.
"Johnnyyyy~" You cried.
"Hush, love," He soothed, his lips latching onto yours.
You whined and moaned as he slowly inched himself into your small body, his hips flush against yours.
"There yer go, bonnie. All of me in yer little cunt," Soap praised, his rough palm cupping your cheek. "Good girl, taking all of me like that,"
You sniffled and nodded, a few stray tears falling. "S'hurts.. You gotta pull out, Johnny.. M'can't take it.."
God, the sight of you spread open under him, your eyes teary and cheeks pink, the way your walls fluttered and gripped his cock, the feeling of you around him, soft and pliant.
It was driving him mad. The feeling of ruining your innocence, the pleasure and satisfaction from taking your first time and the lust from fucking a young and naive girl was overwhelming.
He wanted more.
He wanted to see you break and shatter.
"I will, i will... Gonna pull out just for ye," Soap cooed, pulling out until only the tip remained.
You breathed a sigh of relief.
Soap slammed his hips back into yours, a loud scream and a sob ripped from your throat.
"Aww, poor bonnie.." He cooed, "Didnae mean to hurt ye,"
You couldn't form any coherent sentences as he rutted into you, your body rocking back and forth with the power of his thrusts.
His fingers were tormenting your poor clit, pinching and pulling at the sensitive nub as he smiled with a crazedexpression.
"I-It hurts! S-stop- N-no more!"
"Yer too fuckin' tight, love. So fuckin' good around me,"
"J-Johnny, please.. Help! H-help someone- Mmpff!-"
Soap captured your lips into a messy kiss, his tongue exploring every crevice and cavity. He sucked and licked at the roof of your mouth, his teeth biting at your bottom lip.
"Now, now, bonnie. Yer wouldn't want the neighbours to hear, would ye?" He covered your mouth with his hand and you sobbed, your eyes squeezing shut as he abused your cunt.
"That's it, lassie. Just let me fuck ye, nice and easy,"
Your body was wracked with sobs, torn between pain and pleasure. Your walls were clamping and fluttering around his cock, trying to milk him.
"Such a good girl," Soap moaned, "So good for me, aren't ye?"
"C-Can't breathe.." You whimpered in between sobs.
"But if I lift my hand, yer gonna start screaming and crying again, aren't ye?"
"N-No.."
"Don't lie, love," Soap smirked, "Yer such a naughty girl."
"I p-promise! Please- Need to breathe-" Your face was red from the lack of air and Soap chuckled.
"If ye say so, love," He slowly lifted his hand and you gasped, gulping in the air.
"P-Please! S-slow d-down- Ah!" You threw your head back, nails scratching at his arms.
"Beg fer it, bonnie. Beg fer it,"
"Please, slow down.. I-It's too much- J-Johnny please!" You whimpered.
"Alright, love. I'll give ye a break," Soap smirked, his hips slowing down. "See, I'm not that bad, am I?"
"N-No.." You whimpered softly as he petted your hair
"But I think ye need to thank me fer taking care of yer, hm?"
"T-Thank you," You mumbled, feeling his cock pull out, only the tip remaining.
"Ye think ye can take it a little more, lassie?" Soap grinned, "Ye want more, aye?"
"N-no! P-pull out, please!"
"Come on, love. We've come this far," Soap's voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. "You love me, right? Ye wouldn't leave me hanging like this."
"I-I can't-"
"Oh, but ye can,"
"Please! I can't-"
"Say ye don't love me,"
"..."
"See? Come on.. Yer not a kid, bonnie. Ye can do it,"
"...O-okay, Johnny.."
"That's my good girl.." Soap cooed, pulling out slightly and slamming back into your abused cunt.
You muffled your screams into his shoulder and cried as he continued his ruthless pace. Your pussy was leaking and throbbing, the pleasure of his cock hitting all the right places.
"That's it, bonnie. Take all of me. Such a good girl for me, aren't ye? Ye take all my cock so well," He started playing with your clit and you thrashed, the stimulation becoming too much.
"Ahh-! S-Stop- I-It's too- Too m-much!"
"Yer close, aren't ye, love?"
You nodded frantically, tears streaming down your cheeks. "C-can't- P-pull out- N-Not ins-side-!"
"I'm sorry, bonnie. Can't do that,"
"N-No- Please, p-pull out-!" You sobbed.
"I'm afraid that's not gonna happen, lassie."
"No- N-No- I-It's coming-! P-pull out! N-not inside!" He cut you off with a deep kiss and you moaned, the pressure in your belly reaching its limit.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your orgasm washing over you. You screamed and thrashed, your back arching.
"There we go, love," Soap growled. "Take my load, love. I'm going to breed ye. Knock ye up, bonnie. Gonna fill ye with my seed," He grunted and came, his warm cum filling your womb and spilling out from the sides.
There was so much of it.
"N-no.. Don't like this.." You whined.
"Shhh," Soap kissed you again, "It's alright, love. Ye did so good,"
"Johnny..." You started crying again and he wrapped his arms around you.
"Shhh, it's okay. I'm here, bonnie. I've got ye," You pushed him away weakly.
"Now, don't be like that, bonnie. I just wanna hold ye." Soap pouted and you shook your head.
"Don't want you.. N-no.."
"But why, love? I thought ye loved me?" He smirked, knowing how you'd react.
"Y-you.. You didn't stop-" You weakly tried to get out of bed, but ended up on the floor.
"Aww, did ye hurt yerself, bonnie?"
"L-Leave me alone!"
Soap frowned, "Now that's not nice, lassie. Watch yer tone with me,"
"N-no! Stay away!"
Soap sighed and walked over to you. He picked you up and laid you back on the bed, your face red and blotchy. You kept on trying to push him away, but you were too weak.
"I'm going to have to clean ye up, aye? Ye wouldn't want to wake up all sticky, would ye?"
"L-Let me go!" You were struggling to push him back.
"Ye have no right to refuse me, bonnie." He said, "If ye keep pushing me, i might have to teach ye a lesson."
You didn't care and kept on trying to get away from him. In the midst of your struggle, you slipped your hands out of his hold and slapped him, hard.
His face turned red and his eyes were wide, a shocked expression on his face. He touched the spot where you hit him and chuckled, his laughter turning into a full blown fit.
"Getting feisty, are we, lassie? Yer a brave one, aren't ye?"
You gulped, afraid. You realised your mistake and quickly scrambled off the bed, stumbling to the other side of the room.
Soap was much faster, his large hands grabbing your waist and throwing you back on the bed. You screamed and tried to hit him, but he was faster.
"What did I tell ye, bonnie?"
"Y-You said n-nothing about this! I thought you were different!-"
"Aye, ye liked my accent, didn't ye?"
"W-what-?"
"And ye thought I was a good guy, didn't ye? Aye, ye did,"
"I thought-"
"Ye young lassies are the same. So gullible," Soap smirked, his lips hovering near yours.
"Let me go!"
"Now why would I do that? Yer mine and I'm yers. Isn't that right, bonnie?"
You shook your head, tears running down your cheeks.
"That's right. Yer my sweet little girl, and I'm yer Johnny." He pulled you into his chest, a hand threateningly wrapped around your throat from behind. "And that means, yer gonna be nice and all cute with me, and we're gonna get along, aye?"
You sobbed and nodded, not wanting to make him angrier.
"Good, good. I'm glad yer smart, love,"
"L-Let me go, please.. I w-won't tell a-anyone.."
"Now, now. I'll let ye go once we're done here but it doesn't mean you get to go, if you know what I mean," He chuckled.
"D-don't touch me," You tried to sound intimidating but he only found it cute.
"I can't do that, lass. I already told ye. Yer my lassie, and I'm yer man." He kissed your forehead affectionately. "S'okay, yer gonna love it sooner or later, aye?"
"I-I'm scared.."
"No, don't be, love. M'still yer Johnny." He pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips.
You sniffled and relaxed a little.
"Yer still so tense, love. How about we get ye cleaned up, aye?" His deceptively sweet voice contradicting the horror he had put you through.
"Now don't go anywhere.. Or i'll kill ye," He kissed the tip of your nose.
You nodded.
He left the room and went into the bathroom. He brought out a small basin and a washcloth. He soaked the washcloth in the basin and squeezed the excess water out.
"Spread yer legs for me, love. Nice and easy," You obeyed him, not wanting to make him mad.
He gently rubbed the warm cloth between your thighs, cleaning the dried cum and juices.
"There ye go... Nice and easy.." He cooed as he softly cleaned you up as you whimpered softly.
"There's a good girl, ye did so well.."
You were still sobbing and hiccupping as he placed the washcloth back in the basin.
"Hurts.." You whined.
"What hurts, baby girl?"
"Down there.. Hurts.." Tears fell from your eyes as you complained.
"Aww, ye poor thing.. S'okay, I'll help ye..." He set the basin aside and pulled you into his chest.
You were still sobbing, trying to pull away from him, but his arms held you in place.
"Shhh.. It's okay, love... Ye did so good... Yer my good girl. Did so well for me..."
He gently stroked your hair and soothed you, whispering comforting words in your ear.
"I-It hurts so much.."
"I know.. M'sorry, bonnie.. Ye felt too good, m'couldn't help it.." He cooed, his voice gentle and warm.
"Why'd you have to be so rough? Why'd you have to hurt me like that?"
"S'because, love... Yer such a good girl, m'just wanted to show ye how much I love ye..." He smirked to himself as he watched you slowly relax in his arms.
"But it still hurts.."
"I promise I won't hurt ye like that again.."
"Please don't ever do this to me again.."
"I'm sorry, bonnie.." He cooed as he softly petted your hair.
You were silent except for the soft whimpering and sobbing.
"Are ye mad at me, love?"
"..."
"Ye can say yes, love... M'not mad at ye..."
You shook your head, not sure if you could answer him.
"I dunno.." You were confused, unsure how to feel.
"I'll be a better man, bonnie. I promise, I won't ever hurt ye again. Ye don't deserve to be treated this way."
"P-promise..?" Your tearful doe eyes met his icy blue ones.
"Aye, bonnie. I promise."
"Then I forgive you." You murmured as he hugged you tightly.
"Yer such a kind soul, lassie." He smirked to himself, his fingers gently rubbing the small of your back.
"Thank you.."
"Yer welcome, love."
"Can we get some sleep?" You asked, your voice hoarse. "M'so tired.."
"Aye, we can." He gently laid you down on the bed, kissing your forehead.
"Can you cuddle with me?" Soap’s cock jolted a bit in excitement from how pathetic you sounded.
"Sure, bonnie."
"Thank you..." You sniffled softly into his chest, desperately snuggling the warm skin for comfort.
"There, there.. I'm here, love.."
"I love you, Johnny.."
"M'love ye too, bonnie."
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Danny thought his most bizarre experience is being summoned by cultists as the Ghost King. Turns out his current predicament beats it by flying colors as he is currently bound as sacrifice for his own summoning circle.
He knew that his luck was bad but he didn’t think that it would be THIS bad. Dozens of cultists circled the raised ritual table and he was beginning to wonder if there would be an opportunity to free himself or not. Was it possible to die in his own summoning circle? Or would it just create some sort of endless paradox of life and death as he arose in his ghost form only to be sacrificed in his human one? This was something that had never been encountered before. There was no one to ask. Clockwork might know the outcome but unless it horrendously affected the time stream, odds are the ancient wasn’t going to interfere. So that left Danny with only one option. He had to get out of this himself.
But how was he going to do that without outing his alternate identity?
Just as he was pondering on using some of his ghostliness to freeze everyone in place, there was a loud explosion that shook the entire room. Several of the cultists scattered but the core ones remained in their spots so that the ritual wasn’t broken. The circle had begun to glow an ominous green as the ritual began to enter its beginning stages. Shouts and flashing lights followed as the newcomers stormed their way up the stairs toward the summoning. Danny sighed to himself in relief.
Maybe he wouldn’t have to do anything after all.
“Alright, you bloody show ponies. Step away from the circle and no one gets… Oh, bloody hell.” A familiar blonde man in a trench coat knocked anyone who tried to stop him out of his way. Only to stop when he saw the circle and the sacrifice who rested upon it. “Don’t you think this is a bit much? If you wanted to get my attention you have my fucking cellphone number for Christ's sake.”
Danny gave the man a wicked grin. His eyes lit up at the newest arrival. “But you know I have a flair for the dramatics, Constantine. Someone has to shake things up once in a while.” This was too good. The halfa flopped his head back against the table and wiggled in his restraints. “Please, save me! I am just a poor innocent young lad about to have his life cut short too soon to bring upon the end of the world.”
Constantine rolled his eyes at the theatrics. “Only one of those things is true and here I was calling these guys the show ponies. Hang on, your majesty. I’ll get you out in a minute.”
“Your majesty?” One of the cultists in the circle looked at the magician as he spoke. Only to be blasted off the circle by a fireball.
“Yep. I was told someone was trying to do something stupid and when I get here I find that they are trying to sacrifice someone stupid.” The magician sent several more of the cultists sprawling out of their positions with the lights of the summoning circle began to dim. “How did this even happen?!”
Danny hummed to himself as lights of magic flashed around him with the screams of cultists following soon after. “Well, it’s kind of a funny story actually. You see I was on a field trip to one of those ancient catacombs… you know… the ones where they have the bodies in the mass graves under the city?”
Another cultist was knocked out of place and the circle’s power diminished further. “Yeah, the Catacombs de Paris? Didn’t know that they did field trips to places like that.” Constantine walked up to Danny and waved his hand over the restraints. The ropes loosened and the teen sat up rubbing the spots where the skin was rubbed raw.
“Yeah, that place! And what did you expect from a school trip for Amity Park students? Our town is literally a portal to hell at this point. Why not see what other creepy places have to offer? We gotta broaden our horizons somehow.” Danny said and wiggled his toes. He ducked his head when a cultist went to grab him and Constantine sent another fireball sending them flying.
“Okay, and how does that lead you to become a sacrifice for your own circle?” Constantine asked once the last cultist was no longer within earshot. He grabbed the kid and started chanting a teleportation spell to get them to a nearby safe haven.
Danny allowed himself to rag doll in the adult's grip with a chuckle. “Oh! Well, apparently I give off a massive death aura when I come into contact with sites that contain a lot of death and tragedy. Some of the culty guys here were able to pick up on that and long story short… I’m posing pretty for you on a cool Gothic table.”
With a brilliant flash of light, the two were transported to the roof of a nearby hotel. Constantine released the boy, who fell to the ground with an ‘uff’, to pull out a cigarette and take a long drag from it. “Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if they had succeeded?”
“Honestly? No. In all of the Infinite Realm's history, there has never been a halfa as king. So there has never been an instance of mistaken identity like this before. However, thanks for the save. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of that without revealing who I was and it’s not like I could kill them.” Danny gave a small smile as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. That was a lie. He could kill them easily. But that was a line that he wouldn’t cross if he couldn’t help it.
Constantine remained quiet for a moment. Just allowing himself to finish his cigarette before speaking again. “So do you need me to bring you back to your class or…?”
“Oh no! No no! I don’t think the teachers even noticed I’m gone. So I’ll just pop back into my hotel room.” Twin rings of light washed over Danny as he spoke and he gave the magician a bright smile. “And don’t worry, now that I know this can happen, I’ll have a plan to escape for next time. C’ya later, Constantine!” Turning invisible, Phantom flew off using the GPS in his phone to take him back to his hotel.
Sam and Tuck were going to be so mad about this.
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Formula 1 Astrology Analysis
Charles leclerc
He gives first love vibes and I'm here for it lmao.
So the tea on him , He is super aggressive and can be even bitchy even more than max. He just happens to hide it well. Like that video of him and max Karting and he pushing max off the track. Max was very visibly pissed and ranting to the reporter whereas he just shrugged the inchident off. Lolol
Anyways he is not as chill as he portrays and yep his depression is obvious in his birthchart but nothing that states he will suffer forever or anything .
Money
He is gonna be loaded. Honestly his luck with money is pretty good nothing in his chart is obstructing him from making the tons of money he wants. He won't fall into traps like get rich schemes or be pulled into bad business ideas. He is pretty secured that way. Good for you charles!
Diplomatic
He is diplomatic as fuck and he is a pretty good communicator when he needs to be. I don't see him being the most talkative in the grid but he is definitely great at being diplomatic and giving satisfactory statements.
Max Verstappen
He is way more emotionally driven then he likes to show. He is very attached to his family and prolly is very scared to dissapoint them. He at the end of the day is a good lad but he doesn't know how to show his personality in an engaging way. He either struggles to show his feeling or just rambles.
I mean we know he is funny and is entertaining in a good way but I don't think he is interested in doing alot of pr till he retires ( unlike lando )
Good hearted
He is a good chap and his personality will be showing through here and there. ( that video of him comforting a crying P since she dint wanna go and shower is adorable. Very genuine imo)
He will luck out here and there with some good pr moments and yea he will be pretty successful in whatever he tries.
Talkative
He rambles alot (maxplaining). Also when he feels like he is not being understood he rambles even more. So that could get annoying for someone who doesn't like listening to people.
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Hi I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x reader one where we find out if Tom is one of an ass or boob kind of guy? Or maybe even a thigh kind of guy?
oooh shit here we go
send me ur thoughts
the boys were in the living room, watching the game as the girls hung out in the kitchen. everyone was over to watch the game at yours and tom’s place, which seemed to be the hangout spot.
neither of you minded, however. you loved hosting and tom loved having his friends over. it was a win win.
“okay, but the real question is,” haz started, “ass or boobs?”
as a series of responses came out of everyone’s mouth, tom stayed silent. smirking as he took a sip of his beer.
“wait, tom, what’s your answer?”
he shrugged, “neither.”
everyone groaned as tuwaine spoke up, “if you answer ‘personality’ right now, i swear.”
everyone laughed and tom shook his head, “nah, i mean, that’s important to everyone but, still not my answer.”
“well then, what is your answer?”
he smirked, “hear me out, lads,” he said, “thighs.”
everyone’s eyebrows rose and a couple of them nodded, “alright.”
“yeah, okay. i can get behind that.”
“what does y/n have good legs?” harry asked and tom chuckled.
“yeah, she does.”
“y’know, thick thighs save lives, right?” tuwaine said and everyone laughed. you had come into the room a few seconds after, sitting down next to tom as the boys chatted. he smiled over at you.
“get tired of the girls?” he asked and you rolled your eyes playfully at him, taking the beer out of his hands. he laughed a little louder, grabbing the beer back from you as you made a face, shaking your head while swallowing.
“now, we all know you don’t like beer? so what was the point of that?” he asked, chuckling.
his free hand fell to your thigh. thumb drawing circles against the smooth skin that was exposed due to your shorts.
“just making sure,” you said, still making a slight face, “tastes like-.”
“like piss,” he finished the sentence you always say whenever you have a sip of his beer, you laughed softly, “yep, there it is.”
#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tom holland imagine#spiderman#spider-man#mail time#blurb#fluff#tom holland blurb#blurb night 5/16/23
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It's been a while since I've wrote for Jay <3
Summary: The reader is Adam Cole's sister and manager. With Adam out on injury, she is stuck with Max whom she doesn't like. Luckily for her, Jay White has his eyes on her and Max's title belt.
"Yeah, alright. I'll let him know, Adam. Yep. Miss you too." You finish up your conversation with your brother on the phone. You hang up and turn toward Max, who's been eagerly waiting for you to get off the phone. "Adam says hello."
"Hello? Is that all?" Max frowns, his eager smile quickly fading. "Did he say anything about his foot? Or when he's coming back?" He asks you.
You pocket your phone and shake your head. "He just had surgery not even a month ago, Max." You remind him. "It's going to be a while before he's back."
"Yeah...I know." Max sighs and slumps in his chair. "I just miss him." He frowns again.
"He's my brother, Max." You remind Max with a scoff. "I miss him too." You insist. "I'm going to go grab a bite from catering. I'll be back in a bit."
Max nods and watches you exit the locker room silently. Being Adam's sister and manager, you've been hanging at Adam's side since he joined AEW. So when Cole joined up with MJF you begrudgingly took the world champ under your wing as another client. You don't trust Friedman as far as you can throw him. But you put up with it for Adam.
Your journey to catering is silent and peaceful. Just the way you like it. You grab a water and a small premade sandwich then start returning to the locker room. However, you only make it outside the catering room before the Gunn kids stop you.
"Well if it isn't Y/N Cole." Austin grins at you, blocking your exit.
"Y/N, babe. What are you doing out here all alone?" Colten asks you with a grin to match his brothers.
Setting your free hand on your hip you stare at the brothers pointedly. "What do you want? Ass boys?" You ask them with an annoyed expression.
"Hey!" Austin snaps at you. "Don't call us that!" He whines.
"Lads, let's all calm down a bit, yeah?" Jay White appears between the brothers with a crooked grin. "Besides, you two should know not to talk to such a beautiful woman like that." He adds.
You narrow your eyes at Jay, Bullet Club Gold's sly, silver-tongued leader. He flashes you an inviting grin and inserts himself between Austin and Colten.
"Y/N, sweetheart. How have you been?" Jay asks you. "It's been a few months since I arrived here in AEW and we've yet to catch up." He reminds you.
"What a shame." You snark. “We barely knew each other anyway, Jay.” You remind him. “In fact, if I remember right. I was working main events with Adam while poor little Jay was still confined to the LA Dojo.” You tease him.
Jay chuckles and the sound raises goosebumps on your skin. “And look at me now, sweetheart. Quite the improvement, wouldn’t you agree?” He asks you.
“Is there a point to this conversation, Jay?” You roll your eyes. “Because Max is waiting for me, and my sandwich is getting stale.” You add.
“Ah yes, Maxwell,” Jay replies with a sly smile. “How is working for the devil, Y/N? He teases you. “Fulfilling work, I’m sure.”
You huff a breath out of your nose and take a step forward. “It’s fine. Now get lost. And take the Ass Boys with you.” You turn your nose up at the trio and shoulder past them.
“Oh come on Y/N! We both know that ain’t true, sweetheart!” Jay calls after you. “And I can offer you a way out, darling! All you have to do is ask!”
You roll your eyes again and mumble a few words to yourself. When you get back to the locker room Max is on his phone so you don’t pay him much attention while you eat. While you’re eating you can’t help but think about Jay. That charming smile infects your brain like a virus. ‘Damn him for being so charismatic.’ You curse yourself silently. ‘Him and that stupid accent.’
“You say something, Y/N?” Max looks up from his phone at you.
“Hmm? Oh, no. I’m fine.” You shake your head.
Later into the night, you head out to the ring with Max for his match against Juice Robinson. Max slips into the ring and you hang out in his corner while Juice makes his entrance with the rest of Bullet Club Gold. Your gaze lands on Jay as he saunters down the ramp next to Austin and Colten. Jay’s gaze wanders over to your corner and the two of you lock eyes for a second before you make a point to look away and turn your attention back to Max.
“Make this match quick, yeah?” You call out to Max. “It’s dangerous to be out here alone when so many people are gunning for your ass.” You warn him.
“Please, no one is dumb enough to come out and attack me.” Max scoffs and you roll your eyes at his arrogance.
It’s odd really, usually the cocky, flirty, egomaniacs you don’t mind hanging around. You’ve certainly had enough practice being around them with Adam being your brother and all. But there is just something about Max that makes your blood boil. The guy just gets on your nerves.
The bell rings and Max’s match with Juice starts. You hang out in the corner and wait for him to hopefully make quick work of Juice. Meanwhile, Jay keeps sending winks your way from across the ring. Near the end of the match, Max manages to pull a win while you’re busy distracting the Gunn’s. The bell rings again to signal the end of the match and you hop onto the apron to collect Max.
“Alright come on, let’s get out of here.” You beckon for Max to follow you.
“Will you relax, Y/N?” Max scoffs. “Come on! Let’s celebrate a little.” He insists.
You grit your teeth in frustration but remain on the apron. ‘Why can’t he just listen to me for once?’ You think to yourself.
The lights suddenly go out and your point is proven. You gasp when you feel the presence of someone next to you in the dark. A hand grabs your arm and you audibly gasp and go to try and escape.
“Relax, darling, it’s just me.” A familiar accent in your ear calms your nerves and you suddenly find yourself being hauled off your feet and taken down from the apron.
The lights come back on a few seconds later and you blink a few times in the brightness. Once your vision has adjusted to the light change, you find Jay holding you against his chest over by the commentary table.
Back in the ring, Max is being confronted by a mystery man in his old devil mask along with a couple of other masked men.
“Fuck.” You curse.
“If only he’d have just listened to you, huh?” Jay teases you in a whisper from behind you.
You sneer but don’t make an effort to move. “Was this you?” You ask him in a stern tone.
“Not one bit.” Jay shakes his head. “I just figured I’d be a gentleman and save you from that idiot’s mess.” He adds. “Anywho, you want to get out of here?”
“Really?” You scoff.
Jay chuckles again and with his proximity, you can feel it vibrate through his chest and against your back. “Come on Y/N, sweetheart. You know that you’ve been wanting to ditch old Max since your brother stuck you with him.” He teases you. “Leave with me! We can have some fun!”
You stare at the inside of the ring where a standoff is happening. And you can’t help but notice that Max doesn’t seem to even notice that you’re gone from the apron.
“Yeah, fuck it.” You make a decision, knowing that Adam will be bad but will eventually get over it.
“Atta girl.” Jay purrs his lips brushing your neck. “Come on.” He grabs your hand and starts pulling you toward the ramp.
You watch Max get the crap beat out of him by the mystery group while you retreat with Jay and the rest of his group. Jay stops at the top of the ramp and you notice that Juice has somehow come into possession of Max’s world title belt. Juice hands Jay the belt and you find Jay pressed up against your back again. He holds the title belt in one hand while the other hand is draped over your shoulder.
“Y/N?” You hear Max finally start to wonder where you are. “What are you doing?” He asks when he sees you at the top of the ramp with Jay.
“Sorry, Max.” Jay laughs. “But it looks like I got the belt and the girl.” He holds the belt up and spins you around to face him at the same time.
You laugh and shrug at Max. “Sorry, Max. Send my regards to my brother. If he ever returns any of your calls.” You torment Friedman before Jay kisses you harshly.
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The only one for me (is you) - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER
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Summary: On her wedding day, Wanda catches a glance with the girl in charge of the flowers at the ceremony, and realizes that it is with her, with whom she wants to spend the rest of her life.
Based on the movie 'Imagine me and you'. Requested by: @imnotasuperhero. She wanted the exact whole movie! And I did my best, ofc.
Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.
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CHAPTER 1ㅤ | ㅤ CHAPTER 2 ㅤ ㅤ| ㅤ CHAPTER 3 FINALE
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“So, you promise me the whole matchmaking thing is over, right?” Vision asked while pushing the shopping cart through that supermarket.
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“Last night was a big success. They left together.” Wanda said taking a ketchup bottle and dropping it in the car. “That distant sound you hear is wedding bells.”
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“Wanda, you didn't get it?” Vision frowned. “Oh my gosh, you're so naive!”
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“Get what?” Wanda asked confused, standing still for a moment as Vision moved forward leaving her behind. What was he talking about?
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“Well, the thing you didn't know about Y/N is the fact that she's...” Vision was going to tell the truth, that Y/N was a lesbian and that she confessed it to him last night. But he stopped so fast when he nearly collided with another cart. “Y/N is… right here. HEY!”
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Vision smiled widely trying to hide his nervousness, watching as Y/N pushed her cart next to another girl. A beautiful girl with black hair, pale as snow. She was wearing a hoodie twice her size, seemed like she hadn't known the sun for a long time.
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“Hi!” they all exclaimed greeting each other, feeling the uncomfortable tension for a few seconds.
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“Weirdest thing, we were just talking about you.” The englishman said turning to see his wife, but Wanda only seemed to have eyes for Y/N and that woman who didn't even know who she was.
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“Oh, all nice, I hope.” Y/N joked, soon she noticed how Jules was watching them curiously. “Oh, sorry. Vision, Wanda, this is Jules. Jules, this is Vision and Wanda.”
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“Hi, Vision.” Jules waved at them. “Hi, Wanda.”
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Feeling Wanda's penetrating gaze, Jules turned to see her best friend and telepathically begged her to keep going.
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“Oh, yep!” Y/N hurried over, noticing Jules's gaze. “So, Saturday shopping?”
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“It is, yes.” Vision nodded.
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“Amazing. Enjoy it. And listen, thanks for dinner. We should definitely...” Y/N tried out of courtesy but of course, maybe it wouldn't happen again. Never.
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“Of course.” Wanda and Vision said at the same time.
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“Okay. Well, have a nice rest of shop.” Y/N smiled once more and hugged Jules's arm, leading her from that place as fast as she could.
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She tried to hide the blush on her face and the obvious desire to kick herself. Of course Jules noticed, but didn’t say anything.
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“So, are you going out tonight, 'cause I was thinking...” Y/N started to walk quickly trying to get away but Jules stopped her.
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“Whoa, lad. What the hell was going on there?” she asked curiously.
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“I can’t do this.”
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“Come on, you can trust me.” Jules grabbed two cereal boxes and dropped them in the cart. “I won't say anything. Keep my bake shut.. as always.”
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“Okay, kinda.” Y/N begged. “Please, don't tease.”
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“Oi!” Jules chuckled, shaking her head. “She's not just heterosexual. She's like, barbie heterosexual. And that accent?!”
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Jules took some cans of tuna and dropped them in the cart when she again watched that couple whispering.
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Two halls to the left, Wanda and Vision were chatting in whispers.
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“That's what I'm trying to tell you. Y/N is gay!”
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“She's gay.” Wanda gasped, understanding everything suddenly. Of course.
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“Hey, you reckon that's the girlfriend?” Vision looked at her mischievously.
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As if it were the work of fate, they crossed paths again in another of the aisles.
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“Hey. How ye doin'?” Jules turned quickly to approach them, being cursed by Y/N in whispers. “We were just talkin' about ye this time, lads.”
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“Oh yes? And what were you talking about?” Vision asked curiously.
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“Baby, we'll be late for kickoff.” Wanda said trying to be nice, hugging her husband's arm.
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Vision looked at her confused until he noticed Wanda's gaze on him. He knew that look so well. “Yes! Sport thing, football team.”
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“Oh, how darling. Isn't that darling, Y/N?” Jules looked at Y/N who was grinning widely, trying to think of something good and not die right there from awkwardness.
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“Good, well, I hope you win.” Y/N responded quickly by trying to escape.
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Vision smiled, suddenly dropped a huge bombshell: “Jules, are you gay?”
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That question took the three women by surprise, their eyes widened, especially Jules who smiled even more.
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“Oh, god.” Wanda swallowed, so embarrassed.
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“Am I gay?” The Irish woman repeated and then chucked, Y/N seemed to beg any god to open up the Earth and swallow her. “I’m irish.”
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“And are you two...” Vision narrowed her curious blue eyes.
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“No. We're not.” Y/N quickly answered.
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Jules took the opportunity to annoy Y/N, leaving a nice kiss on her cheek. “She loves another.”
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Y/N rolled her eyes and hugged her back, making the couple laugh. “Okay, we… we have to go. I... I'll call you.”
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“Do! 'cause we should definitely... do this, one more time.” Vision pointed at them.
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“Definitely.” Y/N nodded. “We're going that way.”
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“Yeah, bye again!”
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Y/N took Jules arm and pulled her to leave quickly. Vision moved away to get some bread, but Wanda remained still in the same place, watching as Y/N walked away from her with that girl.
She couldn't understand what she was feeling. Disappointment? Perhaps from wanting to befriend Y/N and fail.
Yeah, it sure was that.
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“You know if there's a travel section, darling?”
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Vision's voice brought her out of her thoughts, realizing she was still holding the cup of tea in her hands. Both were still in bed, reading the newspaper.
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The Sokovian handed him the travel section and the sweetened cup of tea, just the way he liked it.
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“Thank you.” Her husband whispered focused on reading. “Anyway, I was talking to John Walker yesterday.”
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“That man's an asshole.” Wanda whispered exhausted just remembering the moment at their wedding.
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“That man is an arse indeed.” Vision repeated, nodding. “But he's got this really sweet girlfriend. God knows what she found to love about him, but she does. He cheats on her like a nutter.”
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The blonde sighed.
But those words left Wanda in limbo, completely thoughtful.
She decided to get out of bed and change clothes, when the blond man noticed it he looked at her mischievously, patting the bed.
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“Oh, come back to bed.”
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“I'm up now.” She was definitely not in the mood. Took the shirt she found first and put it on. “Does she know?”
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“Who?”
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“John’s girlfriend.”
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“Well, I'm like, ‘If you wanna leave, tell her’.” Vision sighed and shrugged, looking back at his beautiful wife. Maybe a little morning sex wouldn't hurt the soul. “You're really up?”
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“I really am.” Wanda smiled kindly and finished zipping up her pants. “Maybe he doesn't want to leave.”
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“What?”
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“I mean…” She took a comb and tied her hair into a ponytail. “Maybe he- he doesn't know what he wants.”
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“He should figure it out before someone gets hurt.”
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Wanda remained thoughtful, watching her husband once more. Vision was an incredible man, he was the good, faithful, kind and funny man that everyone wanted to have. How many people constantly asked for one like him? He was too good for this world.
And there she was, feeling more confused than ever.
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“Why are you looking at me?” Vision asked when he realized that Wanda was looking at him with a certain… devotion? Or so he thought.
True she looked at him with so much guilt.
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“'Cause you're a good person.” The sokovian approached and kissed his forehead before leaving the room.
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“It's my daughter's school presentation.” Pietro said as they entered through the huge school gate. “You should've let me get T-shirts made.”
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“Come on, honey, I know you're proud of our little girl, but she doesn't want that.” Monica patted her husband's shoulder.
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Pietro, Monica and Wanda were ready to see Luna's science presentation at the Primrose Hill Primary School.
Melina and Alexei insisted to go but due to some stuff at home, they couldn't.
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They walked through the long corridors until they saw a brunette waiting outside one of the classrooms. This time she left her leather jacket at home, she just wore a blazer presentable enough.
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“Hey, Y/N. What are you doing here? Good to see you.” Pietro asked so happy to see her.
Wanda frowned, not knowing how he knew Y/N, but then she remembered that the two of them talked and laughed a lot in her wedding.
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“Well, Luna invited me. She asked me if I could come... I thought you guys knew.” She felt embarrassed but Monica nodded, smiling.
Wanda couldn't say anything, she just looked at Y/N as if she couldn't believe the brunette was there.
And looking so damn good.
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One of the teachers left the room to finally invite them in: “Luna’s ready to start now.”
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They all entered the classroom, they took seats in the chairs where their names were. Funny thing was that Wanda and Y/N had to sit together, almost on the final bench.
The lights went out, the place was only illuminated by some Christmas lights and small disco balls, as well as shining stars.
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“This is space. Space is many light years away…” The girl related to everyone, she seemed nervous holding that huge flashlight. “Light years are not measured in days or months, but in kilometers. There's a good reason for this, but I don't quite understand it yet.”
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Y/N and Wanda watched everything so fascinated, smiling at how beautiful everything turned out. The brunette wasn’t going to say that she helped Luna a bit, but she felt really proud.
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‘This bit is the Milky Way. It's made up of lots of stars and lots of celestial phenona... Phemona...’ Luna stopped, panicking as she tried to say that word that never came out right. The little girl swallowed hard and stared at Y/N, asking for help but the brunette just whispered to her: ‘you can do it.’
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Luna took a deep breath, taking courage as Y/N taught her.
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“Phenonema. One of the best constellations is Ursa Major... which is Latin for Big Bear. I like bears, one of my friends is a bear.”
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Little Luna winked at Y/N and continued to move around the room, pointing out some stars and planets.
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“It's called that because one day in the olden times -that never really happened- a naughty god called Zeus wanted to go to bed with someone he wasn't married to.”
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Y/N turned to see Wanda, oh that woman was gorgeous. So unique.
She settled a hand on the bench they sat on, but the warmth she felt surprised her. Her hand touching Wanda's, such an intimate touch.
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“His wife was about to catch him and be very cross... so Zeus turned his girlfriend into a bear. But Mrs. Zeus...”
The Sokovian turned to see Y/N and their gazes met once more, under the stars. Well, some fake stars but the darkness embraced them again allowing them to feel at ease.
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Wanda detailed Y/N's beautiful face, her eyes, her nose, her lips. The small scar behind her eyebrow, what happened there? She was dying to know, dying to know about her.
Wanda tuck a lock behind y/n's ear, caressing her cheek with a delicacy impossible to hide. She leaned in, ready to kiss those soft lips and finally know the taste. What the hell was wrong with her?
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She didn’t care.
Her heart just seemed to be pounding so fast, finally found its half.
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“And that's everything you need to know about space.”
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Luna's voice brought Wanda out of her fantasies.
Y/N was by her side, applauding Luna with enormous pride. Wanda began to applaud too, although completely stunned by that fantasy.
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“It was good, right?” Wanda asked in the school yard, watching how the girls ran out to go with their parents.
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“Really good. Amazing.” Y/N smiled proudly, she went down a few steps so that this time Wanda would be taller than her this time.
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“You’ve to go, right?” Wanda snapped so fast.
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Y/N shook her head, confused. “No, I don't. I'm okay.”
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“Y/N, I… ” Wanda looked down to play with her rings. God, this was so hard. “I think that we should talk about something that...”
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Y/N looked up to meet those green eyes, that adorable smile. She was so in love, why was the world doing this to her? Why did she have to be in love with a married woman?
Besides the fact that she was straight, all the rules were being broken.
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“It's just, I don't know. When I'm with you...” Wanda licked her lips, she was about to continue but Y/N stopped her.
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“Yeah, I do have to go.”
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She chickened out.
Couldn't let her do something like that, right? Y/N had to stop Wanda.
Even Y/N didn't know what the hell she was doing.
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“Actually, I've just realized I've got a delivery. A birthday party, yeah.” Y/N swallowed and went down the remaining steps.
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Feeling a pang in her heart, Wanda nodded. “Oh, yeah, right. You go.”
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The blonde watched as Y/N left quickly,leaving her about to release everything she felt inside. Maybe it was for the best.
Wanda walked around the place a little nervous, now happy to see how Luna came out of the school and ran towards her.
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Wanda quickly typed on her laptop and stopped to read the report she had to send to her boss soon. She was at her house sharing a pleasant moment with friends.
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“Girls… Listen to this.” She turned to see Natasha, Monica and Darcy who were on the sofa, sharing a delicious cup of cappuccino and a nice chat about how Yelena was going to introduce her sister to one of her best friends.
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“In her acceptance speech, the distinguished scientist, paid tribute to her husband. Tomorrow the pair celebrate their 42nd wedding anniversary... after eloping together on the day they met. When asked how they could possibly have known it would all work out Professor Harrison replied:” Wanda read under the watchful eye of her friends. “You don't know. You can never be sure but you take the plunge anyway. Sure is for people who don't love enough.”
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Wanda turned to see them when she heard an 'aww' . “Do you guys believe in love at first sight?”
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"I married mine." Monica smiled.
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“Well, it saves time.” Darcy joked.
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Nat just shook her head.
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“No. Really, that you could meet someone and just...” Wanda whispered thoughtfully, thinking about Y/N. It was so different. “Look at someone across a room and with that one glance you could look in their eyes and see their soul. Do you believe that could happen?”
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“No.” Monica narrowed her eyes. “I wanted to kick your brother at first, then I fell in love.”
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“Absolutely not.” Darcy shook her head, very determined.
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“Yeah, me neither.” Wanda looked back at her screen, pouting a bit dissapointed.
But then, a new text made her roll her eyes.
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“Darling, do you want to see a movie together tonight? Pick some and then we choose together.” – Vis.
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Why Vision always do that? Why wasn't he able to choose something by himself or just... surprise her? Ugh.
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After chatting for a while, the blonde closed the door after her friends left and sighed deeply. Now with her home completely alone, Wanda took the opportunity to relax for a while until Vision was back home.
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The sokovian dropped onto the sofa and took control to watch a sitcom, when her finger wandered all over the streaming screen, until she found something that caught her attention.
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“Mrs. Jones Diaries.” Wanda frowned, the cover showed a beautiful woman being watched by another in a slightly lustful way.
Wanda hesitated to click, but after all, she was alone, right? The curiosity was stronger.
Decided to watch that movie to find out what the hell was interesting about all that, being a… lesbian. Or bisexual, right?
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“Oh, Mrs. Jones, please keep doint it!’ moaned the girl in the movie while another woman devoted herself faithfully to please her.
Wanda cocked her head, arching an eyebrow when she saw explicitly what was happening, her cheeks flushed quickly.
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The moans grew louder, especially when the front door opened.
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“Darling, are you home?”
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Vision. Of course.
Wanda hurried to get up and try to turn off the tv as quickly as she could.
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“Oh, God! So glad to see you.” Vision smiled as soon as he saw her. She wished she could feel that way too. “The morning I've had! I just had to get away, you know? Shall I burn some dinner?”
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He approached to kiss his wife, and although she tried to feel that magic that everyone explained in a romantic way, there was nothing there.
The englishman turned on the tv to watch the news or something like that, but the first thing he saw was the streaming screen, telling him if he wanted to continue watching that movie.
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“And here's one I haven't seen before.” Vision frowned in amusement. “Mrs… Jones?”
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Wanda let out a fake giggle, smacking her forehead. “Oh, I’m so dumb, was trying to find another movie, I was looking for 'Mrs. Doubtfire' and that came out. SILLY ME!” She swallowed. “Please, take it off.”
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“Yeah…” Vision smirked. “I mean, what, it's porn, right? It's degrading. It's offensive.”
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“God, yes!” Wanda exclaimed in embarrassment.
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“Yeah. Let's watch it anyway.” Vision was going to hit play but Wanda took control away from him, removing the movie once and for all. “Come on, Wanda, I mean, things have been getting a bit slack in that department recently. We... We haven't had much time to be… intimate.”
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And he was right. They haven't had sex for a long time, much less the kind of sex that drives you completely crazy and makes you want someone with so much passion, tear your clothes apart and feel your legs tired from so much pleasure.
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“I know it's my fault and it's...” He started, taking Wanda's hand.
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“No, it's mine. I just-...” She shrugged. “I don't wanna watch that.”
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Vision frowned a bit curious. “Why?”
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“It doesn't turn me on.” She lied, definitely. Although to tell the truth, they had never talked about this kind of intimacy. Wanda got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen to make some dinner.
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It was a beautiful and cold night, perfect to enjoy it.
Wanda and Vision attended that fair and fireworks show at Primrose Hill.
Alexei thought that it would be a good time to get the whole family together. And it was true, the truth is it was so fun. While Vision, Pietro and Alexei had walked away to buy something to eat, Wanda watched that spectacle trying to turn a deaf ear to her mother's comments.
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“Belochka, I don't know what to do about your father. He's never been the last of the red hot lovers...” Melina shrugged, not seeing how Wanda tried not to be traumatized. She wished with all her heart that Natasha was there. “But, recently, it's got to the point where he's jealous of stiff wind.”
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The Sokovian closed her eyes, wondering how much more she could take until Vision finally came back.
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“Hey, you guys.” He took one last bite of his hot dog.
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Wanda sighed and pecked her husband's lips. “Thank God you're here.”
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Melina smiled seeing them hug each other. “Now, how are my grandchildren coming along?”
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Begging her husband with her eyes, Wanda asked: “Could you get me away from her, please?”
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“Just hinting, darling.” Melina said aloud as she watched Vision take Wanda by the hand, disappearing into the crowd. “One wants to have them while one's still young enough to pick them up.”
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Alexei came to her side finishing his hotdog, licking his fingers while laughing excitedly at the sight of the fireworks. Grimacing and rolling her eyes, Melina gave up.
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As they got lost among the people, Wanda sighed, leaving a great weight behind.
She didn't want to disappoint Melina or Alexei, they gave her everything in life. A home, food, family, and she wasn't going to deny that ever since she met Vision, they loved him.
What would her parents think if they knew that a woman -she met no long ago- was making her destroy that whole life?
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“You know, what I do with your parents is remind myself... that if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have you.” Vision told her with a certain tenderness, making Wanda snap out of her thoughts.
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Wanda smiled tenderly, hugging him tightly. He was her best friend for a long time, one of the people who support her the most. How could she let him down?
She closed her eyes in that embrace until a scream caught her attention.
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“Come on, J!”
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That voice.
Wanda turned to look for the owner of her thoughts and found Y/N taking her friend, Jules, by the hand to get lost among the people.
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“What's up, darling?” Vision noticed how she tensed.
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“Vision, can we go home? I don't feel quite well.” She made a face at her husband, who, surprised, just nodded ready to leave.
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“Come on, J!” Y/N took her best friend's arm and led her further, asking everyone for permission to come by. Jules smiled, nodding slowly.
Why did she let her friend take her out of the house on such a cold night?
But it was worth it, the fireworks lit up the whole sky.
They both smiled watching the show, especially Y/n, who turned around to see her cousin enjoying the moment, finally.
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She wanted to help her so badly.
She wished that Jules could get out of the lonely nights and books, that she would start to get out of that huge hole.
Y/N was there, not knowing that in the distance two green eyes were watching her, curious and a bit jealous.
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“Now, remember, if someone asks... you're my child, okay?” Natasha said to little Luna, whom she was holding by the hand. “That keeps idiots from coming up to flirt with me.”
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“Yes, auntie Nat! I mean- Mom!”
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Y/N turned to see those familiar voices and smiled when she saw Luna with Natasha. It was nice to be able to find them among so many people.
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“Hey, beauties!” Y/N came to greet them and the little girl ran to hug her. “How you doing?”
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“So good.” Luna smiled widely happy to see her.
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Natasha came over to say hello to Y/N and her date whom she hadn't met yet.
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“Nat, she’s Jules. Jules, she’s Nat.” Y/N nodded, noticing how she looked at each other.
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Neither of them seemed to say anything until the redhead smiled, holding out her hand. “Natasha Romanoff.”
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“Jules Boyd.” She introduced herself squeezing her hand softly, but unable to take her eyes off the redhead.
She hadn't seen wonderful things lately but definitely, without a doubt, Natasha was one.
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“Okay…” Y/N raised an eyebrow at that connection. She looked down to see Luna, who was smiling as well. She wasn't the only one who saw those two crushed birds. “Wanna go buy a hot dog?”
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“Yes, ma'am!”
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Wanda crossed the threshold of her house and sighed deeply, taking off the scarf and the enormous coat she was wearing.
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“I'll put the kettle on, babe.” Vision put down his jacket and walked towards the kitchen.
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“I'll have a beer instead.” Wanda sighed, she definitely needed a beer to relax a bit. She wasn't expecting to see Y/N there.
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Vision stopped and looked at her a bit surprised. “Really? I was gonna offer that, but...”
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He was quiet.
Wanda turned to see him. “But what?”
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The man leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to think through what he was going to say, and if her answer was what he expected.
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“Wanda, are you pregnant?”
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Wanda was going to laugh but noticing Vision's serious look, she just shook her head and stammered: “No. No, I'm not, no.”
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“I just thought it might explain your recent...” He stopped.
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"My what?" Wanda frowned without understanding.
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“Whatever. Nothing.” Vision shook his head and opened the fridge to get the beer and stopped. “Unless...”
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“Unless what?” Wanda seemed no less confused.
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The man smiled mischievously and began to unbutton his shirt, walking towards her. “Do you want to get pregnant?”
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Far from taking it as a compliment or a sexy invitation, Wanda smiled wryly and rolled her eyes. “You and my mum. Ugh.”
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“Listen, I know we said we were going to wait...” Even though she didn't seem too happy about it, Vision didn't give up. “…but until what, you know, we're even more settled?”
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Wanda was speechless. How could she even think about having a baby? Everything was getting out of control.
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“Come on, what do you think?” Vision insisted, giving her his best golden retriever look with those huge blue eyes. She babbled like a fish out of water, being saved by the ringing Vision’s phone.
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“Bollocks, I got to take it.” He looked at the screen, showing her who was calling. “John, what's up? No, I've a minute…”
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Wanda took the opportunity to walk and go to the room, with a completely lost and somewhat terrified look.
What was she doing? She asked herself one more time.
Vision had just given her a huge hint that they could have a baby and the huge guilt inside of wanting someone else.
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Biting her lip, she reached for her phone to find her and call. Those long finger danced across the screen for a few seconds before giving it 'call'. Why was she doing it? She knew that it wasn't okay, but she wanted to listen to Y/N.
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Y/N sighed as she watched Nat and Jules talk pleasantly, sitting on one of the park benches. She decided to give them some space by themselves while she ate a hot dog, but a call interrupted that delicious moment.
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“Hello?” She answered without even seeing who was calling. But no one answered, a complete silence from the other end. Y/N frowned and asked again: “Hello?”
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The call ended.
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On the other end of the call, Wanda panicked and ended up hanging up, quickly putting her phone back in the pocket.
Vision returned apologetically, explaining that he had to travel early to Liverpool for the entire weekend. Apparently someone made a big mistake and they had to fix it.
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“Look, I'm really sorry about this, darling... I've to go.” He seemed very sorry.
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Wanda nodded, understanding the situation. “I'm canceling tuesday then.”
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“What? Tuesday night? No, of course you should still go. You know, I wouldn't put you through my evening for all the-”
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She shook her head, but as soon as her phone rang, Wanda picked it up without even remembering she called Y/N before.
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“Yeah?” Wanda frowned but then opened her eyes so big. She called Y/N before. Damn.
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“Hey, it’s Y/N…”
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“Hey, Y/N. H-How are you?” Wanda looked at her husband somewhat nervously. But the man took the opportunity to take the phone from his wife's hands, taking control of the call.
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“Hey, Y/N!” Vision smiled when a wild idea crossed his mind so fast. “What is it?”
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“Vision… How's it going? Nothing. I don't know... My phone just rang and...”
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She was going to keep talking but he quickly cut her off. “Sorry, you busy Tuesday night? Do you fancy escorting my wife somewhere?”
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Y/N stammered blankly, what was wrong with these people? A voice in her mind told her to run away, a thousand times, but she just sighed.
Far ahead of her, Natasha and Jules were still chatting and laughing. Something Y/N never thought she would see.
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“I- I don’t know.”
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Wanda quickly denied looking at her husband but he ignored her. She tried to take the phone but he moved away from her. “It's just, like, I've got this wanky work thing which I can't get out of. You know, it'll be really great if you could look after Wanda for me.”
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“Vision, stop.” Wanda whispered.
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“Go on, say yes. Please, Y/N.”
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“Umh… okay, yes.”
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“Brilliant!” The blond man exclaimed happily. “Well, Wanda will ring you with the details... and be safe.”
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‘You too. Night.’
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Once Vision finished the call, he handed the phone over to Wanda who seemed quite annoyed.
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“You shouldn't have done that! I hardly know her.” Wanda complained, dropping her phone on the sofa.
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“Yeah, but she's your...” He was thoughtful looking for the word that Wanda had said SO MANY times before. “Soul-mate-for-life type thing. You'll have a belter.”
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Vision left a kiss on his wife's forehead and turned to go to the kitchen and finally get some beers.
Wanda followed him, feeling enormous guilt but also some happiness knowing that she would see Y/N again.
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“At least does she know where we're going?”
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The striker had the ball and ran with all his might to score. However, one of the defenders took it from him, so easily.
Wanda sighed in frustration while they were watching the game from the stands.
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They arrived and for 35 minutes her team hadn't even scored a goddamn goal. The brunette was quite surprised when she found out that Wanda was a soccer fan. No, not soccer. Football. According to Wanda, that was the real football.
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Y/N kept her hands in her jacket, it was cold but nice enough. Wanda was wearing a pretty burgundy beanie that made her look adorable and gorgeous.
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“Go on, hound him! Hound his legs, chop him!” Wanda yelled pointing at the other player. That made Y/N smile, she definitely seemed like a sports fan.
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“Over there!” Wanda yelled with all her might pointing to the goal but the striker finished losing the ball anyway. “On the left side!”
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“You know, you're…” Y/N wrinkled her nose. “You know, you're kind of shrill.”
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“What?” Wanda turned to see her, so confused. Maybe a little offended too.
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“When you shout.” The dark-haired woman licked her lips and pointed to the field. “You want them to hear your abuse better, you've got to project it.”
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Wanda raised an eyebrow, noticing Y/N's gaze. She looked so…pretty when she showed her stuff. She went from annoyed to somewhat delighted.
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“Teach me then, irish prick.” She challenged her and Y/N n was going to accept the challenge without hesitation.
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“Okay.” Y/N nodded. “First off, tighten your stomach muscles.”
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Wanda chuckled and shook her head. “I don't think I've got any.”
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“Yeah, you do. You really do.” Y/N smiled and brought her hand to the Sokovian's belly, resting her hand there for a moment.
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“There?” Wanda swallowed.
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“Yep.” Y/N nodded, her heart was about to come out of her chest. “They're right here. Tighten.”
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Wanda tried but nothing happened.
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“Tense it.”
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“It is pretty tense already!” Wanda exclaimed nervously, definitely feeling the warm hand against her belly was not helping her at all to try to get over it.
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“Okay, next, broaden your diaphragm.”
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Wanda giggled. “My what?”
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“It's here. Okay, push it out against my hand.” Y/N watched her tenderly, noticing how Wanda looked ahead a bit restless. Once again, she was lost just looking at her. Just by feeling her scent. “Do you feel my hand?”
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“M-Maybe if you put them both there.” Wanda tried to avoid Y/N’s gaze and not hit herself for what she had just asked for.
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“Fine.” The brunette carefully settled behind her, placing both hands on Wanda’s stomach. A sigh escaped from Wanda's lips, as well as her heart that threatened to break out of her chest. A slight blush on her cheeks when Y/N whispered in her ear:
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“And now, go for the big one.” Y/N whispered.
Wanda turned around just to see the brunette, the distance between the two faces was so short. “Imagine the roof of your mouth is a cathedral.”
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Wanda smiled. “No, you've lost me.”
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“Oh, come on!”
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“No, the muscles, the diaphragm, I'm there, but...” The Sokovian rolled her eyes, everything she said was either incomprehensible or impossible.
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“It's a space thing.” Y/N settled next to her again, letting go. Letting Wanda feel the abandonment of her warmth. “All right, your mouth is that big that you have to fill it with sound. Deep from inside, filling the space, then throwing it out.”
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“Ah, yeah?” Wanda rolled her eyes. “Like how?”
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“Like this.” Y/N cleared her throat a little embarrassed but then took a deep breath. Following the same thing that she said to, Y/N prepared herself to shout: “YOU’RE A WANKER NUMBER NINE!”
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That was so strong and deep that everyone was silent in that stadium before the power of that voice. Even player number 9, who just gave her the middle finger and kept running.
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“Not bad, huh. That was really loud.” Wanda looked at everyone around her and nodded. Would definitely never question anything Y/N said again.
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“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged, a little awkward.
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An hour later they both left that stadium commenting on the entire game, Wanda's favorite team tied 2-2 in a very interesting game. Better than she expected, she believed that they would lose.
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“All right, so your turn.” Wanda smiled. In the end everything had been quite good. “Where do you want to go?”
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“I don't care where we go.” ‘As long as I'm with you’ She thought.
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“Good. I'll decide again.” Wanda narrowed her eyes, watching the streets curiously as they walked together. “I feel like dancing.”
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“Hold that thought, Wands.” An idea came to Y/N's mind and she just smiled widely, so big that Wanda looked at her curiously, wanting to know what was going through her head.
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“What? What, you know somewhere we should go?”
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“Got an idea.”
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Y/N took Wanda's hand to drag her toward one of her favorite places.
They both had a wonderful night full of laughter. They ate some delicious burguers and drank a delicious pint of beer at an Irish pub that she and her friends used to go to.
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After that, they danced for a long time in one of the dance arcade machines. Wanda was so happy, she didn't know that Y/N also loved to dance in those video games.
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“Come on, this one this time.” Y/N told her while she put some coins and chose one of the most difficult songs, but without a doubt, one of the best: ‘Beethoven Virus’.
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“Oh no, not that one!” Wanda pouted. “I never knew how to beat that one! Not even with Pietro. He's like a pro on this thing.”
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Y/N took Wanda's hand and looked into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”
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And how could she not if that woman was looking at her that way? Jeez.
Wanda nodded.
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“Let’s do this.” Y/N hit the 'play' and they both settled into their respective places.
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And despite the fact that on the first try, Wanda got a bit confused and they both began to laugh, after two times they managed to beat that difficult song with a score of "A".
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“WE DID IT!” Wanda squealed happily and started to jump, hugging Y/N so tightly it took her by surprise. Definitely one of the best nights of her life.
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They walked together through the cold streets of London, they weren't far from Wanda's flat.
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“Don't you miss the place where you were born?” Wanda asked with her arms crossed, the gloves and the beanie helped against the cold but that night seemed to be the coldest night of the week.
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“Kinda”. Y/N sighed. “But I'm fine here, I got a lot of nice things.”
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Wanda agreed, in that sense she understood too much. She left Sokovia to live in New York, after meeting Vision, she went with him to live in London. London changed her life completely.
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“Do you like what you do?”
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“Of course. I studied Biology all my life, the flower shop helped me a lot. And... it's also something my aunt left us. She died not long ago.” Y/N sighed. “Jules's mum, I mean. My auntie Claire was Jules mum.”
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Wanda frowned a bit, she felt so stupid. “Jules is your… cousin. Oh. I’m sorry. Sorry for your loss.”
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“Its okay.” The brunette just nodded and looked ahead. “It hurted me but the one that hurt the most was Jules. Claire raised us together.”
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Wanda felt a bit guilty for sticking her nose where she shouldn't. She bit her lower lip, trying to save the moment. “Okay, tell me about the lily.”
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“What?”
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“Tell me what my favorite flower means.” Wanda dared her, moving to make the cold go away. “Please?”
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“You don't want to know about the lily.” Y/N shook her head, while waiting to cross the street.
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“But I do!”
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“Ask me about the azalea.”
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The blonde rolled her eyes. “All right. What about the azalea?”
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“The azalea means, ‘May you achieve financial security’.” The brunette laughed as Wanda wrinkled her nose. It couldn't be more boring, of course.
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“Ugh, boring. Now, tell me about the lily.” She nudged her with her body making Y/N sigh. Spending time with Y/N was nice, so…smooth. That she felt that time was slipping through her fingers. Feeling so... happy.
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“The lily means...” Y/N tried but stopped, turning to look at her. Standing face to face, Wanda forgot how it was to breathe.” The lily means, ‘I dare you to love me’.”
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Y/N said with that lovely accent. She smiled at Wanda and crossed the street, leaving her completely dumbfounded.
Whas that…? No, it wasn’t. Right?
Wanda jogged to catch up with her, crossing the next street together.
Y/N smiled at her charmingly, enjoying the night.
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“Well, thanks for this evening.” The brunette said when she saw that the Sokovian woman's flat was half a block away.
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“Thank you.” Wanda sighed. Despite not wanting to see her at first, it was one of the most beautiful nights she had lately.
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“It was my birthday, you know?” Y/N confessed, looking at the ground a bit embarrassed.
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“What?! Today? You should've said!” Wanda exclaimed in surprise. “We could have made a cake, quit football… that was your day.”
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“It’s okay, I loved spending time with you.” Y/N let out the most sincere words from her heart, knowing that it could be dangerous.
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Wanda nodded, accepting that beautiful gesture. “Mine is close too.”
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“We are practically soulmates, don't you think?” Y/N said stopping in front of Wanda's driveway. They were definitely something more than that, but neither was going to take a step to accept it.
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“This is my...” Wanda sighed, sad that the night ended here.
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She looked at Y/N's beautiful eyes for a moment, that devotion with which the brunette looked at her was beginning to drive her crazy.
Couldn't think about it anymore, she didn't want to think about it anymore. Her heart was taking control of her mind, and it was telling Wanda to act once and for all, leaving the fear behind.
Wanda moved forward to close the distance and kiss those lips, but the light of a car blinded her for a moment, making her to stop so close, about to touch them.
The oxygen began to lack when feeling the warmth, feeling her mouth so close and in such an intimate way.
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It was now or never.
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And she chickened out.
The Sokovian backed away from her quickly, so flustered that she couldn't even see her face.
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“Okay, good night.” She moved away to open the gate and enter the building, without even looking back.
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“Night…” Y/N whispered feeling her heart pound so hard it would break her chest.
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What did just happened? Y/N just shook her head and started walking to home.
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Wanda entered her room already with her pajamas on, trying not to make noise and wake up Vision.
Her green eyes kept lost in nothing, her thoughts were taking her to unexpected places.
Once she settled on the bed, she stared at the ceiling for half an hour until Vision started to growl, sensing the presence of a warm body on bed.
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“Your feet.” The blond man mumbled sleepily.
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“Are they cold?” Wanda whispered.
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“Yeah, a bit.” Vision turned around so he could hug her from behind, taking possession of her waist and falling asleep again.
But Wanda's gaze was still lost, feeling that those arms no longer felt the same way.
That hug didn't make her feel warmth in her belly, did she ever feel it?
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That grip on her waist no longer melted Wanda, and that caused enormous damage and guilt in her, so much that didn't let her sleep all night.
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A loud sound woke her from her thoughts, or rather from how comfortable she felt falling asleep on her best friend's couch.
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Natasha made a delicious and strong coffee to wake her up, she had noticed the tiredness in Wanda's eyes.
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“Morning, my friend.” The russian handed her the coffee cup.
Wanda smiled sleepily and accepted it; the smell of freshly brewed coffee made her eyes widen.
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“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Wanda sighed. “I didn't sleep well.”
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“I think you haven't slept at all.” Natasha teased, raising an eyebrow. “Good night with Vis?”
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“N-No.” The blonde sat on the sofa, sipping the coffee. “Shut up.”
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“Okay, what is it, Wands?”
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“Just my job, you know...” She set the cup aside and was silent for a moment, trying to think of how to say what she wanted to say. “Nat… Umh… Did you ever, you know... cross the street?”
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As surprised as if she had been hit by a truck, Natasha frowned, not understanding where that question came from. “That depends on what the hell you're talking about.”
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“I mean, did you ever... liked, or think you might've briefly, before you realized you didn't…” Wanda seemed to get entangled with her own words, how could she say it without Nat noticing everything? Or make fun of her.
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Natasha cut her off, trying to save her. “Wan? You can ask, you’re my sister.”
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The blonde took a moment to relax. She knew that Natasha would never judge her, well, maybe if she finds out about Y/N, of course a little angry. She sure would tell Wanda that she's an asshole for hurting Vision, but…she would never judge her, would she?
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“Have you ever been interested in another woman?” She finally let go.
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The Russian didn't make fun of it or something like that, she just looked at her tenderly.
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“Wanda, you know I did.”
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“Yeah, sorry, it’s just…” Wanda just inhaled deeply. “I'm just curious, I just... umh, I think... a friend of mine is lesbian... No, bisexual, I think, and well... I wouldn't want to hurt her. I want to learn.”
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“That's very nice, Wands.” Nat looked down at her cup, also thinking for a moment before speaking. “Actually, I'm going out with a girl tomorrow. As a date... I wanted to tell you that.” Natasha bit her lower lip.
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“Yeah? Oh, wow! I mean, awesome! What does it feels?” Wanda settled to listen intently, opening her green eyes so wide that she made her sister laugh.
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“Well...” Narrowing her eyes for a moment, Natasha just shrugged. “The same? I mean, she's a girl. Very pretty one, by the way. She feels exactly the same as… a dude? Or maybe, different. She's kind, she's funny... she makes me laugh, she has an accent, oh god. I don’t know.”
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Wanda just nodded slowly, trying to fake the prettiest and happiest smile her sister has ever seen.
For the most part, she was very happy to know that Natasha wanted to move on in life and leave this crazy single life.
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But she also felt envy, a healthy envy perhaps? That she could do it. That Nat could have the chance to meet a woman and fall in love, and she couldn't.
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Why did she feel like this? This was so horrible.
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“So, tell me about you, Vision’s taking you to dinner tonight?” Nat asked curiously.
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“In fact… I'm taking him.”
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“Nice. Tell me more about it.”
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But despite the fact that dinner was pleasant enough, the ride home had been one of the quietest of their lives.
Vision kept her gaze ahead, trying to think about what was happening in their marriage lately, while Wanda looked out the window, thinking about Y/N.
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In a desperate attempt to regain their passion, they tried to have sex in the car, parking at one of the city's viewpoints.
Wanda thought it would be good to revive the passion, exciting, to try something new. While Vision didn’t stop complaining saying that he didn't understand why they should do those things having a home, a comfy bed.
Anyway, they couldn't even make it as they were interrupted by a couple trying to do the same.
They returned home accompanied by a sad silence, knowing that everything was broken but neither would admit it.
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“So, what would you like for dinner tonight?” Y/N asked as she was on the phone with Jules, while she arranged the huge flower buckets outside the Garden.
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“That's exactly what I wanted to talk to ye ‘bout...” Jules's voice was heard on the phone, but when the girl was about to say something, Y/N stopped her.
A beautiful blonde was walking towards her with a hurried step as if she was possessed by the devil.
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“Jules, I'll call you right away.” She ended the call and put her phone away, grinning widely at the blonde. “Hey, Wands. I’m-”
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“No, no, you're not happy to see me!” Wanda seemed really upset or worried, she didn't know which one. “You can't. I don't want you to be happy to see me.”
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The brunette frowned blankly, she followed Wanda into the flower shop. “Umh… Okay?”
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Wanda turned on her heels, really nervous. She didn't even want to look Y/N in the eyes, she couldn't or she would fall at her feet. “So, I'm here because I don't know what's going on.”
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The Sokovian began to walk in circles, expressing what she felt while Y/N looked at her frowning, no idea what was wrong with Wanda now.
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“You make me feel something. Something I absolutely cannot feel.”
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Hearing that, Y/N nodded and swallowed hard.
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“I'm married, Y/N!” Wanda pointed to herself.
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A bit dramatic, perhaps.
Y/N just kept her hands in her jacket pocket, leaning against the wall.
She wasn't going to say anything, because every time she wanted to, Wanda would interrupt her.
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“I'm married, for Christ's sake. I have a husband, this...” Wanda was panicking, for sure. “This man that I... This lovely guy. He's done nothing wrong.”
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“Hi! I was wondering if you could help me?” A happy guy entered the flower shop. “I'm hoping to start a herb garden. It's a pretty little corner space...”
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Wanda just rolled her eyes and walked away, locking herself in the back room of the flower shop.
Y/N just took two pretty plants and handed them over, pushing him towards the door. “Here, lad, take these. On the house. Go.”
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The brunette closed the door and walked towards the back, meeting Wanda who seemed to be in a crisis.
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“Okay, so do you understand? You have to understand, Y/N.” Wanda begged. “I can't do this. I can't actually do this.”
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“Wanda… Listen.” She tried but couldn't even say a damn word.
Y/N's heart seems to sink lower and lower with each of those words.
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“So whatever it is or was, it's got to stop, and it's got to stop now. Do you understand?” Giving her the coldest look she could manage, the Sokovian started toward the door. “It's over.”
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Licking her lips, trying to stay okay, Y/N listened as the door closed behind her. She felt so confused, as if a huge train hit her at 200 km/h in the wrong lane.
All those conflicting feelings in her mind, in her heart, shook again like the whole world of hers when Wanda came back through the door with a determined step, a regretful look and a decision.
Without hesitating one more second, Wanda kissed the brunette's lips, losing herself for the first time in paradise.
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Maybe it took her a milisecond to react, but when she felt the warmth of those lips, Y/N just hugged her waist, making that long-awaited kiss the most passionate and needy she has ever had.
Slowly, Y/N pushed her towards the sofa surrounded by beautiful red roses as they both shared delicious kisses and passionate caresses.
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Wanda finely felt like coming home. Discovering that what you wanted so much was exactly as you imagined it or even better than that, Y/N and Wanda smiled between kisses like teenagers in love.
Y/N helped Wanda out of her shirt as the flower shop door opened.
They parted quickly, their hair tousled and amused looks.
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“For fuck’s sake, bet it's another customer.” Y/N whispered and Wanda giggled, leaning down to steal another kiss from her. For a few seconds she had forgotten the whole world around her.
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“Hello? Y/N?” That voice. That unrecognizable English accent made both of them part in fright.
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The universe once again cruelly reminded them where they were standing. “Y/N, you in the back?”
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The look of terror and guilt was reflected in Wanda's eyes, who looked at the door, terrified that Vision would see them.
Y/N hurried, looking at herself before leaving the room.
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“Sorry, I was… stocking some… flowers.” Y/N stammered nervously, how agitated she was seemed to give her away as did her rosy cheeks. “Hey.”
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“Hey yourself.” The man smirked as if he had realized something.
Oh, boy. If only he knew.
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“What do you want, Vision?” Maybe that came out more harsh than she expected.
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“Buy some flowers. What else?”
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“Yeah, sorry. Flowers, of course.” She felt ashamed. Come on, Y/N. You can do better than this.
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“Not for me, for Wanda. Recently, she's just been a bit...” The blond began to walk around the store looking at some flowers, trying to choose the most beautiful ones. “I don't know.”
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Wanda, who was listening on the other side of the store, just lowered her gaze in embarrassment.
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“But you know what they say... there's nothing quite so cheering as a well-timed bloom. So, I thought one of your finest arrangements.”
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“Sure, absolutely.” Y/N couldn't even meet his eyes, she just nodded. “What does she like?”
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“You know what she likes.” The man met Y/N's eyes, who tried to hold her gaze without lowering it. Would look like a guilty woman, and that would lead to more chaos. Right? He knew that Y/N knew Wanda quite well. “Lilies. She likes lilies.”
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“Lilies? Right, well, that's simple.” She nodded and pointed to the flowers.
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“So, did you enjoy the football the other night?” Vision asked while looking at one of the sunflowers curiously.
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“It was an experience.” Carefully, the brunette cut the most beautiful of the lillies and arranged them in a pretty bouquet, looking down at the guilt that choked her. She told herself that she had to do it, she had to lie to him one last time.
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“How did you find Wanda?” Vision asked.
She paused for a moment at the mention of the woman who had stolen her heart forever.
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“Fine. I mean, I wouldn't...” Y/N babbled nervously. “Fine.”
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“I was just wondering if she said anything about me or…” He watched as Y/N took the huge bouquet and brought it to him, but not before putting a pretty bow in the Sokovian's favorite color. “I just think I'm doing something wrong, is all.” Vision confessed with a sad and tired look, you could tell that something was not leaving him alone.
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Wanda covered her lips, trying not to let out a sad squeal. Tears began to fall down her face.
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“I mean, that's what I think. And if she said what it is... that I'm doing, or not doing, then I can stop it. Or start, or whatever, you see.” Vision smiled with a certain sadness. “And then be like… We can get back to being like before.”
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Y/N watched him for a moment, she swore to herself not to show anything more than a stoic look. Feeling how the fury boiled inside her, fury against the universe for making all them suffer like that.
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“She didn't say anything.” she whispered.
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“No, of course… And I've embarrassed you. And myself, which is normal, very normal.” He tried to escape the moment with his kindness and his 'humor'. “These lillies are beautiful. How much do I...”
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“No, they're on the house.” The brunette nodded and although Vision seemed surprised, he took the bouquet and thanked her.
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Vision walked towards the door ready to try one more chance with his wife, when Y/N spoke:
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“You should ask her, you know. Not me.”
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“Bless you, but... I can't ask Wanda if there's anything wrong.” His blue eyes were lost in his inner fears. “I mean, that's way too scary.”
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“Why?”
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“What if there is?” He finally confessed before leaving the flower shop. What if Wanda didn't love him anymore?
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The florist sighed and after making sure he was gone, she went back to the back room of the flower shop so fast, but there was no one there. The window was open, Wanda had undoubtedly escaped.
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Y/N went out into the street to see how Wanda was running away towards the park, without hesitation, she ran after her.
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“Wanda!” Y/N yelled as they crossed the beautiful Primrose Hill park. “Wanda, wait, for fuck’s sake!”
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“Y/N, please, leave!” Wanda shook her head and hurried on but Y/N stepped forward, standing in front of her.
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“Just talk to me!”
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“What do you want me to say?” She tried to appease everything she felt, everything that came to her mind. Guilt crushed her chest so bad. “I heard him! Jesus! I'm lying there, and I heard him... a-and he's blaming himself.”
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“You can put an end to this.”
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The Sokovian voice was torn by pain. “How?”
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“Tell me to go.” That hurt too much. Y/N swallowed hard and just worked up enough courage to stop this. To be chosen by her or hurt right now. “Tell me that's what you want, and I will walk away... and you will never see me again.”
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Wanda watched her for a moment, the silence was broken by the song of the birds. Was she really capable of doing it? That hurt deeply. “Is that what you want?”
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“I want you.” Y/N exclaimed revealing the truth in her heart, finally releasing the beast in her chest. She wanted Wanda, just Wanda. Even if her lives were in pure chaos.
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Wanda's huge eyes filled with tears, not only because of the illusion she felt for a few seconds, but because of her pain knowing that it was impossible.
Y/N was confessing her love to her, and she had to throw it away.
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“Y/N…” Wanda gasped.
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“I know.” Y/N nodded and lowered her head, accepting the consequences.
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“I can't...” Wanda wept, feeling a deep pain in her heart.
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“I know.”
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“I’m sorry.” Wanda whimpered, meeting Y/N's sweet gaze once more.
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Sighing deeply, Y/N gave her a sad smile. “We'll be okay.”
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Wanda didn't say anything, just closed her eyes and cried when Y/N wrapped her in a big hug. A necessary hug to get lost in her warmth, to feel the sweet smell of her perfume one last time. Her bodies complemented each other so well, that it seemed like a good match for both of them.
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“Don't forget me.” The brunette whispered in Wanda’s ear and kissed her cheek; a necessary plea.
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“I won't remember anything else.” Wanda whispered before the universe ripped her heart out.
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Taking courage and trying not to cry, Y/N only tightened the hold on her one last time before pulling away, turning and never looking back.
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She had to leave, had to leave her behind, she had to move forward because looking back would end up killing her.
Wanda just stood in the same place for a long time, watching how the love of her life left her forever.
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Y/N's gaze remained lost somewhere in the flower shop, trying not to burst into tears or something like that.
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How had she allowed herself to get this far? She cursed herself one more time, shaking her head. Wasn't even able to tell her best friend, too much guilt inside. Y/N felt a lot of shame too, how to admit that she broke up a beautiful marriage.
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“I’m such an arsehole.” Y/N told herself, running a hand over her face.
She was grateful that a customer walked into the flower shop, but it was a man she thought she would never see again.
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“I'm looking for a breakup plant.” He didn't even say 'hi' to her, just walked around the place like it was his own. John Walker was there as if he were a mockery of fate.
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"John, right?" Y/N frowned and moved closer.
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The man turned to see her, somewhat confused. “Have we met?”
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“At Wanda and Vision's wedding.” She clenched her jaw.
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“Oh.” He didn't seem even surprised or interested, just pointed at the flowers again. “Yeah, whatever, I need a breakup plant.”
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Y/N crossed her arms. “Explain.”
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“Well, I don't like my girlfriend. I wanna break up with her... via the means of plant?” The guy shrugged, definitely not looking sad about the breakup. He seemed really disgusted to have to be there.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“Well, it should be a breakup bouquet, and it should be hydrangeas.” The brunette sighed and walked over to get a tiny bunch of them. “They mean: ‘It's over, but think well of me.’”
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“Perfect. I'll take one.” John took out his wallet.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“One bouquet?” Y/N raised an eyebrow when he took the flowers, just like that.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“A whatever that is.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“But that's not a lot…” She frowned, feeling a deep dislike for this man.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“Well, I don't care if she thinks well of me.” He dropped a bill on the table.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
She couldn't believe it. That guy really was an arsehole.
Y/N clenched her jaw and slapped the flowers away, shoving him away.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“D'you know what? Piss off, ye wee dickhead!”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“Excuse me?”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“Out! Get out the fuck out of my shop, arsehole!” She kicked him out so fast, taking the money the man left on the table and tossing it out of the flower shop. “She's well rid of your disgusting arse, anyway. I’m glad for her, imperialist prick!”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
The brunette closed the door behind her and then looked at those hydrangeas in her hands, sighing.
Realizing that she really couldn't get on with this day and that it was already late anyway, decided to close the shop and go back to home, take a shower and sleep for a lifetime.
And even though it was hard, she tried to swallow all those feelings and not show them. Her jaw was beginning to ache from the force with which she clenched.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“Jules?” Y/N called as she entered home, surprised to see the lights on.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“I'll be right out.” Her friend's voice was heard from the room.
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“Take your time.” Y/N sighed and sat down on the couch, closing her eyes. Finally the tears began to fall down her cheek and she let them run, didn't even feel like pretending anymore.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
Jules left the room, fixing her blouse and, oddly enough, smiling to surprise her friend. But the smile didn't last long as she got closer noticing Y/N's mood.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“Oh, sweet suffering Jesus, what's wrong with ye, luv?” She hurried over to sit next and put a hand on Y/N's shoulder.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
The brunette just turned to see her, her pretty eyes completely red as well as her cheeks due to her crying.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“I- I met this girl.” Y/N whimpered taking a tissue to blow her nose, now that she let out her pain it was difficult to hold on. “But she's with someone else.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
When she saw Y/N lower her head in embarrassment, Jules just smiled tenderly, caressing her shoulder. “I sort of imagined it… I've seen ye very happy lately. Going out with that new friend you met.” She sighed. “And does she love you?”
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“I- I don't know.” Y/N shrugged and wiped away her tears. “No… Yes? But it doesn't matter.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“Oh, it's all that matters, luv.” Jules caressed her cheek gently, seeing Y/N like that broke her own heart.
Y/N had always been the complete opposite of her, so positive, funny, a little grumpy but not too much.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“She's with someone else. She can’t…”
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“An english man, I bet.” Jules growled, trying to make her smile. Y/N loved when Jules complained about the brits. “Feckin’ english lads, I told ye we shouldn't stay here!”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“I love you, you know? Thanks for being here with me.” Y/N appreciated the attempt to make her smile, even in a sadly way, as she leaned back on the sofa. “This is breaking my heart, I don’t want it anymore...”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
Jules nodded gently, stroking her hair gently. “It mends again.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N nodded but after a few seconds she frowned. The pain inside her could wait. What she saw right now was top priority.
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“Look at you, you look fantastic.” The brunette sat up to get a better look at Jules, who was wearing a beautiful black shirt and skinny jeans. She was also wearing some makeup, a lipstick that made those prominent lips pop. “Sorry, I didn't notice. You look amazing!”
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“Well, luv, I may be more loner than God, but I can still make an effort.” Jules smirked.
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“A date? Does my Jules have a date?” Y/N smiled for her, even if she was dying inside.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“I'm going to eat food with a woman, yes.” She joked, saying it in a mysterious way but then took a deep breath, gathering some courage. “That's what I wanted to talk to you about... it's... it's someone you know.”
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“Who?” She looked quite confused.
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“Yelena’s sister. Natasha.”
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It took Y/N a few seconds to realize it and she nodded slowly.
Wanda’s best-friend. Sister.
Everything seemed to fall into place, that woman, but at least Y/N was glad to know that Natasha was a good woman.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“An amazing woman. I’m so glad for you… So, how do you feel?”
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“Well, you know, when you're holding a hot cup of coffee... and you realize you're going to sneeze?” Jules seemed very nervous now, playing with her fingers. “That's how I feel.”
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Smiling with some pride, finally seeing her cousin take a step forward to keep going, Y/N leaned in to hug her. “Come here.”
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“Bear hugs! Yippee! Love those.” The Irish woman whispered and snuggled with her.
Jules tried that in her arms, her friend forgets all that sorrow she felt.
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The hours passed and Wanda was still waiting on that sofa. The guilt was suffocating her since the afternoon, where she and Y/N kissed. Despair and worry invaded her until finally the door finally opened.
Vision came into the house humming a very upbeat song, obviously completely drunk.
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“Oh, shit. Vision, where have you been?” Wanda stood up with her arms folded, noticing how the man walked unsteadily with a smile from ear to ear.
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“I've quit my job. I have never felt so good before!” He slurred.
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"What?!" Shaking her head, Wanda went with her husband so he could wash his face and drink some water.
What the hell was wrong with him? He had come home drunk many times, especially when he was out with Tony, but not like this.
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“Never fails. Eight pints of water before bed, and next day, you feel no pain.” Vision stammered smilingly, drinking so much water that Wanda thought he would end up passing out. “Are you well, my gorgeous darling?”
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“I want to talk to you.” Wanda said looking down, completely determined to tell the truth.
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“Talk then, darling.” Vision walked to the sofa and leaned back to listen to everything Wanda wanted to say. Or try at least.
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Wadna swallowed hard and began. “I wanted to talk to you because... I have to talk to you because this thing happened.”
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The Sokovian started walking in circles nervously, hoping all this wouldn't get out of hand. But she couldn't keep lying to her best friend, her husband.
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“I wasn't looking for it, it just... It just happened, and although it's over...” She felt tears flow, again. “You've a right to know.”
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“I went crazy, Vis. I went crazy for someone, and it wasn't you.” The honesty gave her a calm that she had not felt for a long time. Letting go finally freed her from an enormous weight that hurt her more every day.
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“I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry, so... please believe me.” Wanda bit her lower lip. She turned away, unable to see his face. But he hadn't said anything. That was worse, right?
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“Vision?” Wanda turned to see him and found Vision sleeping peacefully on the sofa. “No, no, no. Don't sleep. Wake up, Vision.”
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“I can't say this more than once.” The Sokovian approached him and tried to wake him up, but he wasn't going to wake up. A snore said everything.
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Wanda sighed deeply and decided to continue, even though he wasn't listening.
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“I'm staying.” She sniffled and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. “I couldn't, wouldn't leave you.”
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Tried so hard to avoid crying by squeezing her eyes and lips, without further ado she took one of the blankets and covered the man so he wouldn't be cold.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“You are my best friend. And that was enough before. It'll be enough again, so...” Wanda left a kiss on his cheek and got up, leaving the man on the sofa and walking towards the room determined to continue with this. Even though it wasn't the same.
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But what she never knew was that seconds after hearing the bedroom door close, Vision opened his eyes, trying to assimilate everything he heard.
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Salvation pt. 3
Full Masterlist
Roy Kent Masterlist
Roy Kent / Reader - general rating for now... set to increase 😏
Meet the woman who stole Roy Kent's watch... We finally get to some Roy x Reader deep conversation and messy history... This one is ALL OF THE ANGST guys! But the reward in part 4.... whooooo boy! The spoils (🔥) are coming lads, fear not!
This also helpfully covers one of the prompts from my 200 Followers Celebration 🎉! From a lovely Anon who requested Roy and "I won't let anything bad happen to you".
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You pick Sammy up. It’s an excuse really to see Nia, your mother/sister/best friend stand in of the last few years. Even if she is practically the same age. If Sammy’s the one who gave you a job and some semblance of financial security, Nia’s the one who recognised the dark hole you were in and lowered down the ladder to you. You hadn’t realised how close you could feel with someone in only three years, but she’d become your ‘person’ almost immediately.
“Darling, morning.”
“Hey, how’re you feeling?”
“Like my ribs have become a xylophone.” You grimace at that. The human body is a magnificent and terrifying thing. When she’d shown you in her baby book how her organs shifted to make space for her growing baby, you’d declared auntie duty would be just fine, thanks. There would be no babies moving your organs around.
“Nice. Brought you breakfast.” You pass her a bag of pastries. “Is he ready yet?”
“Nearly. Must have changed either his tie or his turban about four times trying to find the perfect combination,” you both roll your eyes and laugh at his commitment to the flawless matching pair. You both knew the answer already -
“Blue floral.” You confirm together with a nod.
“The fabric is just beautiful. I do feel sorry for the poor bugger who has to make a matching tie for every turban though.” You muse, knowing it’s his mother in law who takes up that mantle.
“I know, right? And he complains that I buy too many books? I think not, pal.” She sniggers.
“You show him who’s boss. Cos if you don’t, then a certain someone else will.” You point at her growing belly.
“Come on, Sam. You’re going to be late!” She shouts up the stairs. “Dinner tonight?” She asks you, she knows you might need company after the day ahead of you. You’ve disclosed a lot more of your past to her than Sam so she’s already up to speed on the last few days. You nod gratefully. “You’ll be fine. You need to talk to him though, apologise properly - explain what was going on back then.”
“I know. I will.” You hug her tightly and pester Sam out of the door.
Rebecca Welton is a gracious host. Warm, welcoming… you knew the lies the tabloids liked to spread so you knew the whole ‘cold, old Rebecca’ name tag was a load of crap.
“So, I think if it suits you both, I’ll have a cup of tea with Sam and we can get caught up while I get Roy to give you a tour and then we can arrange some smaller interviews with key staff and players?” Sam is beside himself,
“Sounds perfect Ms. Welton.”
“Yep, I’d love a tour.” You accept with a tight smile.
“Wonderful! Here’s Roy now,” he steps through the open door and is clearly not expecting to see you.
“Thought we had reporters coming?” He grunts.
“We do, Sammy’s here from the Gazette. This is his… apprentice?” Rebecca tells him, “Something like that.” Sam laughs. You take a deep breath before holding your hand out,
“Nice to meet you again.”
“Hmm.” His warm hand engulfs yours and shakes it. The feel of his skin against yours is enough to trigger memories through your brain at top speed - his hand in yours, his hands on your face, your legs, in your hair. You snatch your hand away. “Come on, tour.” You follow him down the stairs and through mazes of rooms, “ticket office, finance,” then out into a wide corridor, “hall of fame.” You stop to look at the collection of memorabilia, making your way slowly past each piece and reading the accompanying cards. You stop fully at the couple of shelves dedicated to him, fingertips resting lightly on the glass. He clears his throat and you follow him deeper into the building. “Locker room, physio, boot room.” He pauses at the boot room. More memories come flooding back. “Remember when we -”
“Yeahhh,” you breathed, “I remember every single time.” You turn away to avoid his gaze.
“We were good together?”
“The best.” You reply quietly, a little sadness creeping in. He pushes the door open and holds it for you to follow. You sit shoulder to shoulder on the bench, both looking straight ahead.
“How have you been?” He asks quietly.
“Better recently. You?”
“Well no one has stolen my fucking watch lately.” He bumps you slightly, there’s the barest hint of amusement in his voice that you latch onto.
“They haven’t tried hard enough then,” you reply with a wry smile. He lets out a breathy laugh that he can’t quite disguise as anything else.
“I wish I could be more fucking angry with you than I am.”
“You have every right to be angry with me. I fucked up. I’ve been angry with myself for as long as I can remember.”
“You really fucked up. I just can’t understand why. I’ve spent this whole time trying to understand why. Because we were good together.”
“I know.” You agree, again. You were good together. You’ve been single since the day you walked out on him, haven’t even kissed anyone else in all that time. He’s the one you think of when you’re alone - he’s the only one you need to think of when you can’t sleep and you let your memories guide your hand down your body. These are obviously things you can’t say aloud, illicit memories you shouldn’t lean on but do. You sigh, he’s so expectant beside you, “How are you so… calm?” you wonder aloud.
“Therapy,” he mutters with a short laugh.
“Shit, really?”
“Yeah, you?”
“No. Not sure if I’m ready for that yet.”
“Much as I hate to admit it, it helps.”
“Do you remember when you were angling for an invite to Christmas at my mums?” You ask, he frowns a little at the sudden change of subject. You feel him nod next to you.
“That’s when it started, that’s when you started to pull away. I never met any of your family.”
“My brother. You never met him, I never wanted you to meet him. He was there… he’s an addict. He has been for a really long time and we’ve tried everything to help him, everything. He told me that he was in some money trouble with some blokes he brought off. I didn’t have much but I gave him everything I had saved. Then he needed more. And more, and more and I just didn’t know where I was going to get it from, or how to help him. I took the watch, changed my phone number and left.” You pause for a minute to take stock of what you’ve said, you can tell he wants to ask questions but he waits patiently instead. “He was a fucking mess. I made him tell me who he owed and went to see them on my own, told them I’d pay them back myself if they never went near him again. Worked about three jobs, moved back in with mum so I wouldn’t have to pay rent as well, and spent the next year and a half paying them back. I worked 18 hour days, 7 days a week. I literally kept back, like, a tenner a week for myself. I kept a record of how much I paid and when. When we were done I told them so and told them to never come near us again.”
“And?”
“They still turn up occasionally to try and get more out of me, they claim it’s interest.”
“And your brother?”
“We sent him to my uncle’s house up in the North West, he’s been there ever since but he’s clean now. Too scared to come home though.” Roy is quiet for the longest time.
“He must have owed…”
“About 130k. Maybe a bit more than that. I was pretty fucking knackered. I was doing early mornings 4-8am at Maccys, then 8.30-5 with Sammy at the paper and then bar shifts til about 10 or 11 pm most nights. Sam saved me, let me get an hour's kip at lunchtime, and brought extra food every day for me to share with him.”
“Fuuuuuck.” He slumps where he’s sat next to you.
“There is something else.” He looks over in disbelief. You reach into your bag, pull out a sleek, matt black box and put it in his hands.
“Fuck off?” He slides open the box to find his Rolex, in pristine condition - still ticking. “Fuck off.”
“I went to hand it over to them and… I couldn’t. I didn’t want them to have something of yours. I didn’t want to know that I’d done that, sunk that low.” Your voice gets even smaller, “they tried to suggest other methods of payment but…” you feel his shoulders tense, see his fists ball tightly in his lap, “I told them to give me a couple of months and see that I was good for the money, and if I ever missed a payment then we’d have that conversation.” He wants to know if you ever had the conversation, you can feel it in the air between you both,
“You never have to justify yourself to me.” He says firmly.
“I didn’t do it. Never missed a payment. Had to borrow a bit from Sam occasionally when I fell short, but I was never going to have that conversation with them. Never.” The air feels weighty with the tension, like it's risen up from your shoulders where it’s weighed you down for the last three years and is now hovering around you both. You’re amazed you got through it without tears. It’s been so easy to fall into the trap of feeling sorry for yourself over the years and wallow in the self pity of it all. Roy on the other hand is still visibly tense, his knuckles white. You tentatively reach your hand across to cover his, using your fingers to unball his hands.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounds worse than he had when he asked the same question a few days ago. His voice is hoarse and tight,
“I couldn’t let them know about you. They’d have ruined you. I had to protect you.”
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I would never have let anything happen to you. We could have sorted it together.” You turn to face him, bringing your other hand to his cheek,
“No love, it was never your problem to fix.”
“If all of this was over eighteen months ago -”
“Don’t ask me why I didn’t come back, Roy. It’s never really over, I couldn’t bring this shit to your doorstep and these dickheads just turn up whenever they think they might get a bit of extra cash out of me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry I took your watch and I’m sorry I walked out on us.” You can hear voices in the corridor outside, your times up and now you both have to be the epitome of professionalism while Roy is interviewed. “I’ll get Sam to interview the team and other staff first, give you some time.”
“What about you?”
“I’ve been living with this for three years, I’m tougher than I look. Besides, I’ve got some happy memories of this place,” you admit, looking around the familiar boot room. “I had the best sex of my life in this very room.” He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “I would never expect you to forgive me, Roy, but I truly thank you for giving me the chance to explain.” You pat his hand gently and leave a cool space beside him when you slip through the door to meet up with Sam and Rebecca.
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Ride
"Aye, Odessa," I said as I walked into the bunk we were sharing.
"Yeah?" she picked her head up.
"We're goin' out tonight."
"Who's all goin'?"
"Fareeha, Angela, Lena and her girlfriend, and Kiriko."
"Ah, normal crew," she said, slowly getting up from the bed.
"Yep. Normal crew."
"Where are we goin'?"
"A club not too far from 'ere."
"Another club?"
"It was Kiriko's idea and she actually looked into this one."
"It's not goin' to be like the last time where Fareeha 'accidentally' took us all to a gay bar?"
"No, it's not goin' to be like that. Besides, when she chose that place, she was already two drinks in and she's a light weight."
"What's different about this one?"
"Apparently there is a mechanical bull that you can ride."
"Mechanical bull?"
"Yeah," I said.
"People ride mechanical bulls?"
"Yes."
"For fun?"
"Yes."
"Might as well ride an actual one."
"That's dangerous because of the horns," I said.
"I'll enterain this idea of 'ers. And I'm not just sayin' that so I can ride the mechanical bull."
"Sure," I said, a shit eating grin appearing.
"Come off it, princess."
"And if I don't?" I asked cheekily as I nudged my elbow into her side.
Reaching down, she grabbed my waist and turned so fast I couldn't see what was going on. Seconds later I found myself pinned to the bed with Odessa a few inches away from me, her aura going dark. A sly smirk appeared on her face as her hand slipped underneath the back of my shirt, her fingers playing with the clasp to my bra.
"I'll give ya the ride of your life."
I smirked, wrapping my arms around her neck, my hands digging into her mohawk.
"I'll entertain that idea of yours."
"I'm sure ya would," she said, placing her lips against mine.
After a few seconds, she pulled away and placed little pecks to my lips before trailing down to my neck.
"D-Dez," I breathed out.
She pulled away and grinned, "Might as well work ya up durin' the night. Can ya be a good girl for your queen? If ya do, you'll get rewarded tonight when we get back."
I nodded my head, "Yes, my queen."
"Good girl," she smirked and kissed my forehead.
Pulling away, she helped me up from the bed and we got ready to head out. We met up with everyone out by the hangar. Once we got together in the small car we were going to be riding in, Lena drove out of the hangar and into town.
"Ya really couldn't have gotten a bigger car?" I asked.
"Sorry, Y/N. This was one of the only cars we had left," Lena said.
"Also don't pretend you don't love it," Kiriko joked.
The car held six and there were seven of us. So while everyone had a seat, I was sitting in Odessa's lap and her arms served as my seatbelt. Not to mention she was the tallest one here and she had to angle her head to where it was sort of tilting to the side, leaning against the side of the car. Since it was so small in length, her knees were practically going in between my legs.
"Yeah, i-it's a bit cramped in 'ere," Odessa chuckled.
"We'll be there soon, Odessa," Lena said. "Sorry about the space. I'll try to find a bigger car for all of us. And with more leg room."
"Ya better," Odessa sighed.
I chuckled and just kept her arms wrapped around me. Once we reached the venue, everyone got out and I had to help Odessa out since her legs took up half of the back of the car. Stepping out of the cramped car, the first thing she did was stretch and crack her back.
"Fuck," she sighed. "I might as well walk back to headquarters."
"It's a bit of a walk," Lena said.
"Better than that clown car," she said, taking my hand as we walked into the club.
Upon entering, the first thing Odessa saw was the mechanical bull. While I could see how eager she was, the others wanted to get something to drink first. I knew alcohol and a mechanical bull would spell disaster for Odessa, but since she could hold her liquor better than anyone I knew, maybe there wouldn't be a disaster. After a few drinks and everyone else was on the dance floor, Odessa, Kiriko, and I headed over to the mechanical bull.
"Hey there, ladies," the operator smiled.
"Evenin'," Odessa said.
"Who wants to go first?" he chuckled.
"That'll be me," Odessa said, stepping into the small inflatable ring.
Kiriko and I stood around the edge and watched as she hopped onto the bull with ease. She grabbed onto the little rope that was there and waited for the operator to get it started. The first few swings here and there were nothing, but as it started to twist and jerk, Odessa was flung off and landed where I was standing.
"Nice one," I chuckled.
"Alright, smartass," she stood up, walking out of the inflatable ring and towards me.
She grabbed underneath my arms and walked over to the entrance, setting me down.
"Your turn," she smirked.
"C'mon, Odessa. I'm not good with these things," I said, turning to face the mechanical bull.
"You think you're so smart, ride 'em, cowgirl!" she smacked my ass, laughing.
"Odessa!" I yelled, whipping around to face her.
"Come on, Y/N! You got this!" Kiriko smiled.
I let out a sigh and got onto the mechanical bull. Making sure I was sitting on it properly, I grabbed the rope and waited for the thing to start. I didn't even make it past the first few swings when I was thrown off. Landing on my back, I looked up and Odessa had her typical shit eating grin on her face.
"Nice one," she said with a smug face.
I raised my hand and flipped her off, "Fuck off."
I stood up and walked out of the inflatable ring, Kiriko coming towards me. We watched her as she stayed on there with ease before being flung off a minute later. Odessa rode on it a few more times until she stopped, wanting to drink some more. The others were dancing and Kiriko joined them, leaving me and Odessa at the hightop table drinking. She walked off to the bathroom while I found a chair to sit down at. Once she came back from the bathroom, she sauntered towards me, a dark look in her eyes as she made her way over, like a predator stalking its prey. As soon as we were face to face, she slammed her hands onto the arm rests and took in a deep breath, a wild and hungry look in her eyes. Leaning towards me, I heard a slight growl come from her as her head was right next to mine.
"Ya want to ditch this place?"
"Why?"
"So I can give my princess one hell of a ride."
#junker queen#odessa dez stone#queen of junkertown#odessa stone#overwatch2#junkerqueen#this woman i swear#junker queen x reader
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FrUK FACE family Parent Trap AU, part 8! Part 1
Last time we left off, Tony had just returned and Matthew met “his” future stepdad. It was a shock to come face to face with Tony the way he did, but Mattie didn’t give himself away. He’s had plenty of practice dealing with curveballs by this point. So, they all sit down for breakfast and, afterwards, Matthew gets to witness Arthur and Antonio interact. Just ordinary domestic stuff. Mattie observes, and soon he can see what Alfred meant when he said that - although he likes Tony - he doesn’t think Tony and his dad are a good match. They get along, but there’s no passion. It’s almost like a business friendship, albeit an affectionate one. Tony is a nice guy and Mattie enjoys laughing at his jokes and chatting about ordinary, day-to-day things. So, no potential evil stepfather subplot here. But he still feels his stomach sink at the thought of what could happen in the future after he and Alfred swap back.
Can Matthew picture Arthur married to Tony? He can, but it’s not a picture that sits well with him.
What picture would sit well? Ah, isn’t that just the question. But one we’re not ready to answer. Yet
Meanwhile, Alfred is enjoying his time with Francis but Mattie’s jibe last time they talked is still niggling him. Alfred knows that he isn’t really a bad kid, but he does frustrate and exasperate Arthur. Lot’s of calls from teachers about talking in class and angry neighbours clutching baseballs and complaining about broken windows. Stuff like that. The thought of Arthur being happier with his more well behaved son? A son he won’t have to constantly excuse and apologise for? Yeah. Alfred no-likee. He’s well on his way to loving Matthew as a brother, but still. A little seed or resentment being planted? Maybe. Both twins have some complex feelings to deal with. I mean, on top of everything else going on with their situation, lol
Things go on as normal, until a few days later when Alfred comes home from school to find Uncle Gil waiting for him. Francis was called away last minute for work and so Gil is here to babysit. Alfred doesn’t mind. Gil is awesome! The two of them are ignoring Francis’s meticulously laid out instructions and making their own idea of food instead (“Hey, Uncle Gil, can we have a can of frosting for dinner?” “Sure, kid!”) when Gilbert casually brings up that his brother is getting married soon. In New York. Seems his fiance, an Italian expat, runs a restaurant there. Afterwards, Gil’s brother plans to move to New York permanently to live with his new spouse. Without thinking, Alfred starts enthusiastically talking about how great NYC is and how much Gilbert’s brother (Uncle Ludwig to Mattie) will love it there.
Alfred goes on and on about his home city for so long (homesickness nipping at the lad? Yep) that he doesn’t realise Gilbert has fallen silent and is just standing there, watching and listening. With an unreadable look on his face. Alfred trails off when Gilbert suddenly reaches out and tilts Alfred’s head, brushing his fingers behind his ear. Alfred is confused.
“Uncle Gil? What-?”
“You fell off the wall at the end of the garden when you were a kid,” Gilbert says. “Fell and cut yourself on a stone. Bled like a stuck pig and needed stitches. First time in hospital. Fran was having kittens. Think he cried more than you. Remember?”
Alfred feels his heart start to bang in his chest. Mattie never thought to tell him about that. It happened too long ago and they didn’t have time to go over everything. Alfred tries to sound confident when he replies:
“Yeah, yeah. I remember.”
“You do, huh? Like you remember New York?”
Alfred’s mouth is dry. The confidence is rapidly ebbing.
“I - y-yeah…”
“Weird, since you’ve never been.”
Alfred’s heart stops.
“I…I…”
Those red eyes bore into him.
“Or,” Gilbert says. “Should I say, Mattie’s never been. Or is that wrong now, too?”
Gilbert feels behind Alfred’s ear again, then takes his hand back. And stares Alfred down.
“No scar.”
Alfred can’t speak. He feels like he’s going to faint.
“Let me guess,” Gilbert says. “Alfred?”
(Dun dun dun! In the end, it was Gilbert who worked it out first. Whodathunkit? Anyway, that’s all I have for now. So, please enjoy and stay tuned for part 9! (´ε｀ )♡)
#hetalia#fruk#face family#hws france#hws england#hws america#hws canada#hws spain#hws prussia#my posts#aph france#aph england#aph america#aph canada#aph spain#aph prussia#parent trap au
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oh no, it's here, isn't it?
yep, here we go lads
choo choo the pain train arrived
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Snowy Sea Rescue!
Most of the time, Brendam Docks was quite busy with many dockmen shouting out orders, cargo being lifted and loaded on to ships to and fro, trucks being shunted by Salty as he bantered on with Cranky or even Carly like usual.
But in winter, it was significantly more busy than ever with the Christmas rush, so there are fragile and brittle gifts being held in multiple boxes that are carried out to sea.
Salty's driver's wife had presents which were amongst many gifts that arrived by boat to the docks, and his driver was eagerly anticipating its arrival until today...
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"Fourth cargo ship coming up! Get ready lads... and lass!" The Dock manager called out.
The three dock cranes were hard at work, unloading multiple crates of different gifts on to flatbeds. Salty was also hard at work, shunting as many flatbeds as possible to the right places.
Carly groaned "ANOTHER one?! That's the eighth one today!"
"It's the Christmas rush, Carly. It's a normal thing around 'ere..." Cranky creaked "Anyway, why are YOU complaining? Haven't you ever had a Christmas rush back in Southampton?"
Carly sighed "Yes, but...ugh, I never had to multitask unloading FOUR boats at once! Even a couple years back, it wasn't THIS intense!" She panted, sliding over to another boat. Down on the rails, Salty cackled at the portal crane's groaning "Hahar, sounds like ye are a wee bit rusty in the joints, lassie!" He said.
Big Mickey chuckled quietly "Trust me, you two. Be glad we aren't at Tidmouth Harbour. Over there's probably twice as busy compared to here, since it's the biggest harbour on the island!"
"Couldn't 'ave spoken truer words, me hearty. We'd ALL be tired out if we worked thar. Har....though, t' be truthful, it be takin' it's toll on me as well" Salty admitted a sigh, the work had been a bit straining with Porter away for his big sleep. Cranky and Carly exchanged nervous wide-eyed glances before silently going back to work. They couldn't bear the thought of being at Tidmouth.
Salty's driver poked his head and looked over at one of the ships "Oi, mate! Are there any red crates over there?" He yelled. One of the dockmen securing the crates looked back "Nah, can't say there are any. What about it, pal?"
"It's for me wife!" The driver yelled. Salty's interest peaked when he heard that "Did ye get a present for yer wife, driver?"
His driver smiled "Yep, four rather large ones to be precise. M' hopin' she'll like 'em"
"Oh I'm sure she will" the Dockside diesel chuckled. Just then, a chilly breeze swept through the docks, causing Salty to shiver, his frame rattling. Salty's driver exclaimed and kept a tight grip on the handles "Woah, ol' boy! Easy!"
Salty grunted "I get cold, driver. We diesels don't 'ave fur like the steamies!"
The diesel driver sighed and patted Salty's cab "I know, it's not really your fault. It's the winter! Everythin' around you gets as cold as ice, even the sea!"
Carly shuddered "Couldn't have said it better, Chuck! I took a dip in the water to find fish this morning, and it was freezing! My fins felt really numb and sore!" She said, flapping one of her fins "My operator had to hand-feed me fish"
Everyone murmured in agreement, including the Dock manager who was there to listen. The manager then walked over to Salty's driver with a schedule board "Alright, your crate should be here very soon"
"Hmph! It was supposed to be here yesterday!"
"Sorry. Bad sea conditions were causing the delay, I'm afraid" he shrugged before turning heel and leaving. The driver groaned, shaking his head "This damn weather" He muttered under his breath.
Salty let out a small dog-like whine at hearing his driver's dismay. Christmas Eve would be coming soon, so it made sense why the man was grumpy about it "Don't worry, driver. It will be here soon..."
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It was around 2:00 when the workload had thankfully died down, there were less ships coming in to the docks, and Salty had significantly less flatbeds to shunt. So, the cranes were able to get longer breaks and so did Salty, which was a relief! Working was ok, but admittedly a bit harder being one shunting engine short. But other than that, at least they could rest.
However, the peace and quiet was disrupted by a loud ear-splitting BANG!
Salty's whole body arched upwards like a frightened cat, and he even shrieked like one. Cranky, Carly and Big Mickey all nearly screamed at the loud noise, their poor sensitive ears!
"Flare spotted!" Big Mickey's operator yelled, pointing out into the ocean. Everyone immediately looked to where he pointed, and they all gasped in horror – it was a sinking cargo barge, and its crew were waving frantically for help and shouting.
"They're sinking!! Call the bloomin' Search & Rescue centre! Anyone!" The Dock manager barked from his megaphone. A workman spoke up "We can't! It'll be half an hour until they get 'ere in THIS weather! Those men will be down under by that time!"
The Dock manager was silent for a moment before looking up at the cranes "Do you think one of you three could get over there?"
"We would, chuck! But we're all sensitive to icy water! I got all numb and sore from a swim this morning! I was only in for a few seconds too!"
"Well, we need to get those men out of there somehow !"
Everyone murmured uncontrollably, no one knew what to do...except Salty.
Salty hummed thoughtfully to himself "Hmm...it be dangerous" He thought. Even if it was dangerous, SOMEONE has to risk it! Those crew members' lives were on the line. That's it. He MUST do something.
Salty's driver was on the diesel's footplate, nervously squeezing his handle bars when Salty suddenly jerked him off "Wha–?! Salty!" He exclaimed, landing on the ground with an oof.
Everyone watched with surprise as Salty jumped off the rails and went into his beast form. The monster diesel snarled and darted towards the ocean before jumping off the edge with a big SPLASH!
"Salty?!" Cranky and the diesel's driver gasped, the cranes spinned around to see him swimming towards the sinking boat. Salty wheezed and shivered as he paddled through the water, he was going to save those men no matter what!
His three pairs of limbs ached and clawed at the water, his finned tail giving him a boost. The crew on the sinking barge noticed the engine swimming towards them and all cheered and waved for his attention. Salty grunted and growled, trying to shake off the exhaustion as he reached the barge and its crew.
"Climb aboard, mateys!" He shouted hoarsely, the cold water had seeped into his vents. The crew didn't need to be told twice! They all crawled on top of Salty and held on tight as he bobbed about. Once he made sure everyone was one, Salty was about to leave until something caught his eye – something red.
It was the red crate his driver spoke about, floating on a single, small wooden platform. Conveniently, it was right next to him. Salty's eyes widened and without word, he quickly pulled it towards his buffers and pushed it along as he paddled towards the harbour.
Everyone from the docks watched in amazement as the diesel shunter rescued the whole crew "Salty's doing it!" Big Mickey cheered, and everyone followed suit. Salty's driver smiled "Go on, ol' boy". Despite how things looked from their perspective Salty panted tiredly, his body was numb and aching from all the paddling and the workers' small, but added weight along with pushing the crate was not helping.
Finally, the dockside diesel reached the harbour and found a ladder for the crew to climb. As soon as they all got off, Salty was wheezing and straining his breath, the cold was NOT good for him. Black spots were clouding his vision, along with a mild dizzy sensation, the struggle to breathe properly worsened from the water getting through his vents. It was then he soon realised it – this may be the end.
But he didn't fret, he instead smiled and chuckled wearily "Well, at least I did somethin' brave afore I go... har"" then in a flash, everything went black. The muffled yells from above silenced, and everything went numb...
He hoped everyone was safe.
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The darkness seemed it would go on forever. The silence was nearly deafening. But Salty wasn't afraid.
"Do...do you think he'll wake up, Sir?" Someone piped up. They sounded worried
"I can't say for certain, I'm afraid. We'll just have to wait" someone sighed. They sounded a little anxious, but they were also trying to remain calm.
The darkness then got brighter, big and small blobs taking form. Salty winced and watched as the smallest blobs were shuffling about, their shapes soon gathering more detail as the minutes went on.
"Wait...I think he's waking up..!" One voice exclaimed.
"Thank the lord for that..." another sighed, sounding relieved.
"Well? Step back, all of you! Give Salty some space!" The same voice from before boomed. Finally, Salty's vision fully returned, he could finally see where he was;
Salty was in the Dieselworks! A dim light shine over him. Surrounding him were the employees, and in front of him were none other than his driver and Sir Topham Hatt. Both were relieved to see him awake, as it seemed.
"Salty, ol' boy! Thank God you're awake!" His driver cried as he jogged over. Salty smiled "Ahoy, driver..." he replied tiredly, his driver then scratched under the dockside diesel's chin. Salty purred in response and leaned into the affection, his tail softly thumping against the ground. As soon as that was over, Salty asked "So, uh...wha' happened t' me?"
Sir Topham Hatt then stepped forward "You were a really brave and useful engine, Salty. You fainted right after getting those men back on land! Luckily, you were escorted to the Dieselworks as soon as Carly pulled you out, and the employees here spent 3 hours trying to clear out the water from your insides"
Salty's eyes widened "Well, blimey..." he then looked to his driver, and it was then he remembered the red crate. He didn't remember it being pulled up before he lost consciousness "But...I didn' save me driver's crate o' presents fer his wife..." he said in a quiet, guilty voice. Sir Topham Hatt's gaze softened and he looked to Salty's driver, who said "But you did"
"Aye?"
"After you were taken here, Cranky fished out the crate. I can't thank you enough for getting it..." he explained with soft smile. In return, Salty smiled back.
"Salty...." The Fat Controller began "For your bravery, you will be repainted into a colour of your own choice!"
"Oh, thank ye sir!" Salty said happily.
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A day later, Salty returned to the docks in a clean new red livery that would definitely get James feeling jealous. His buffers still had their oil weathering, but he didn't mind at all.
The cranes and dock men welcomed him back, and all congratulated him on rescuing the crew men.
Salty was very glad that day that he saved the crew, and his driver's crate of gifts. But asides from that, he was just happy to be by the sea, no matter how chilly it could get.
"Ooooh.... don't take me away from the sea, boys! Oooh....doooon't take me away from the sea! Harharhar!!"
#thomas and friends#thomas the tank engine#monster engines#ttte salty#ttte cranky#ttte carly#ttte big mickey#short story
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The Three Gables pt 1
So, I've heard this one is... bad.
Let's see.
Oh, it's so bad it gets its own special warning... Great.
I wonder if any of this is even going to be quotable or if I'm just going to be vague posting 'oh... oh dear' a lot.
He was in a chatty mood that morning, however, and had just settled me into the well-worn low armchair on one side of the fire...
Like he picked you up and carried you to the chair?
Oh... dear...
Well that certainly went downhill quickly.
"...he was dressed in a very loud gray check suit with a flowing salmon-coloured tie."
I'm going to just... skip over the rest of the description and focus on the question of how a grey suit can be loud. Does it have some sort of really obnoxious pattern on it? Honestly, this outfit doesn't even sound bad. Grey goes with everything and salmon isn't a colour I'd pick myself, but it's not bad particularly if it's paired with something neutral.
The rest is just racist nonsense and stereotyping.
"I was trainin' at the Bull Ring in Birmingham when this boy done gone get into trouble.”
Hey, Bull Ring reference. Been there!
Steve appears to have been erroneously accused of a murder.
I'm very confused about what the purpose of his visit was, though. At first he seemed angry on his own behalf, then it seemed like he was acting on someone else's behalf and he wasn't angry at all...
“It is this Harrow Weald case. It decides me to look into the matter, for if it is worth anyone's while to take so much trouble, there must be something in it.”
And now I'm confused about what this case is about. So it's not about 'Young Perkins'?
Are we supposed to think Steve did kill Young Perkins and that his alibi is false? I don't even know.
So there's actually someone else who's asked for help? Mary Maberley? Who lives in Harrow Weald? And Steve was just threatening Holmes about that?
A short railway journey, and a shorter drive, brought us to the house, a brick and timber villa, standing in its own acre of undeveloped grassland. Three small projections above the upper windows made a feeble attempt to justify its name.
The Dr Watson school of Architecture does not approve of your poor attempt at gables.
“Dear me! Are you the mother of Douglas Maberley? [...] What a magnificent creature he was! Where is he now?”
“Dead, Mr. Holmes, dead! He was attache at Rome, and he died there of pneumonia last month.”
I really wish they would stop referring to other people as 'creatures'. This isn't even part of the racism here. It still annoys me, though.
Are we here to investigate the death of her son?
"Well, it was not to talk of my poor lad that I asked you to come, Mr. Holmes.”
Apparently not. So far we have been informed of 2 deaths and neither of them appears to be actually related to the case in question. That's a lot of death.
"I have been in this house more than a year now, and as I wished to lead a retired life I have seen little of my neighbours."
Relatable.
"He said that this house would exactly suit a client of his, and that if I would part with it money would be no object."
If we have learnt anything in these stories, it's that as soon as a person is willing to pay too much money for something, they're up to no good.
I had always wanted to travel, and the bargain was so good a one that it really seemed that I should be my own mistress for the rest of my life.
Good for you, Mary. You enjoy your retirement.
"Are you aware that if you sign it you could not legally take anything out of the house—not even your own private possessions?’ When the man came again in the evening I pointed this out, and I said that I meant only to sell the furniture."
[...]
“‘Well, well, some concession might be made for your personal effects. But nothing shall go out of the house unchecked. My client is a very liberal man, but he has his fads and his own way of doing things. It is everything or nothing with him.’"
Yep, that's weird. He wants to go through your underwear? Very weird.
Clearly he wants something specific.
Then he strode across the room, flung open the door, and dragged in a great gaunt woman whom he had seized by the shoulder. She entered with ungainly struggle like some huge awkward chicken, torn, squawking, out of its coop.
The animal similes are back!
"Just a little wheezy, Susan, are you not? You breathe too heavily for that kind of work.”
Holmes really doesn't like eavesdroppers. Which seems a bit hypocritical, as he's done it himself before. Or maybe he's just particularly aggressive this week.
“Now, Susan, wheezy people may not live long, you know. It's a wicked thing to tell fibs. Whom did you tell?”
WTF, Holmes?
It's not just me, right? This is extreme, even for Holmes, right? He just threatened her life. And then gave what seems to be an implication that lying will send her to hell. I... Holmes? Have you been replaced by a doppelganger?
“So, a rich man? No; you smiled—a rich woman. Now we have got so far, you may as well give the name and earn the tenner.”
“I'll see you in hell first.”
“Oh, Susan! Language!”
“I am clearing out of here. I've had enough of you all. I'll send for my box to-morrow.” She flounced for the door.
Honestly, I'm Team Susan here.
And then Holmes... gives her medical advice as she goes?
This entire story so far is madness.
"You don't happen to have a Raphael or a first folio Shakespeare without knowing it?”
Holmes. I'm going to need you to think back over that question really carefully, and see if you can find the flaw in your own logic. Go on. I can wait.
"No, as I read it, there is something which you do not know that you have, and which you would not give up if you did know.”
“That is how I read it,” said I.
“Dr. Watson agrees, so that settles it.”
Hey, Watson is still here. Thanks for reminding us, Watson. Of course, his opinion is the one that matters.
“‘Milano.’ ‘Lucerne.’ These are from Italy.”
“They are poor Douglas's things.”
“You have not unpacked them? How long have you had them?”
“They arrived last week.”
So it is connected to Douglas. I'm so glad that was relevant. And he was involved with some woman. It's all coming together.
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