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totothewolff · 2 years ago

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Season of Love

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨Toto x reader(fem team principal)][💘Romance][🥵Smut][😂Comedy][😪Drama][🏎F1 World/Races/Teams/Paddock][✍️WIP][⏳Long read]

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: This is a multichapter Toto Wolff x team principal reader fic set along a season of F1. It's a very immersive story full of drivers, team dynamics, races, mystery, and smut. You just bought the Williams team, but nobody really knows who you truly are. 📁 Masterlist: └📁 Dances with Wolff Arc I └📁 1 Engines on and hearts off └📁 2 Lights out, and away your feelings go └📁 3 Can you feel the traction? └📁 4 No brakes, just love └📁 5 Cold tires, warm heart └📁 6 Collision at Turn "Your Heart" └📁 The Color of Truth is Blue Arc └📁 7 Red flagsss └📁 8 Safety car needed └📁 The Sebaffäre Arc └📁 9 Laps of Truth └📁 10 Finding Our Grip └📁 11 Crashed Dreams └📁 Love Lies, Miss Normani Arc └📁 └📁 Dances with Wolff Arc II └📁 12 Refueling Love └📁 13 Uniting for the Win └📁 14 Sprint Finish └📁 15 Victory Lap

Chemtrails Over the Yacht Club Collection

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto x reader(fem service staff)][💘 Romance][🥵Smut][🎀 Age-gap][❤️‍🔥Daddy Kink][🛳Yacht Culture][��️WIP][⏳Long read]

Summary: Toto Wolff is a name often mentioned at the Yacht Club, where you work after classes. For some reason, you have always pictured him as an old crank like the usual members, not this foxy man who arrives at the reception making your knees quiver. The entire staff goes frenetic as he, one of the Club's most important clients, chooses to spend his spring break there without previous notice. You pray to the Gods that you don't cross lines with him since your entire livehood depends on this job, and you really want to graduate college. 📁 Collection: └📁 1 Dark But Just A Game └📁 2 Breaking Up Slowly └📁 3 Not All Who Wander Are Lost └📁 4 Dance Till We Die └📁 5 White Dress └📁 6 Let Me Love You Like a Woman

Grand Prix Elite Academy

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto(professor) x reader(student, future F1 driver)][👨‍❤️‍👨Lewis x Seb][💘Romance][🥵Smut][🎀Age-gap][❤️‍🔥Wild parties][🏫College AU][🌈Queer/Fem Seb][✍️WIP][⏳Long read]

Summary: Your life turns 180 degrees after receiving your acceptance letter for the Grand Prix Elite Academy, the most exclusive and prestigious Formula One College, designed to shape the future drivers of the motorsport world. You will try to navigate your new life among the Monaco elites, survive the campus dynamics and rivalries between the faculties, and try to win this year's Elite Cup to beat an undefeated Mercedes, all while befriending your eclectic classmates, join the wild parties, have a couple of make-outs under the racing circuit benches, lose your v-card and get over that stupid crush you have on professor Toto. Will you make it alive to graduation? Race to Greatness! Author's note: This is a Formula One college AU fic set in an elite academy in Monaco, where the F1 Teams are Faculties, their Team Principals are professors, the FIA is the college board, and all the grid drivers are your classmates. You are accepted under a scholarship program called WomenOne and have lots to catch on to after years of putting your racing dreams on hold. Becoming the outcast new girl is always challenging, especially when all of you live on one campus. 📁 Masterlist: └📁 1 Hi, Society! └📁 2 Gone With The Wolff └📁 3 Know Your Frenemies └📁 4 The Kids Are Not Alright └📁 5 The Twat and the Furious └📁 6 Panic Roomate └📁 7 Easy Y/N └📁 8 War of the Rosbergs └📁 9 …Baby? One More Time! └📁 10 She Wolff

[📚One-shots]

I'll Be Home for Christmas

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto x reader][🥵Smut][❤️‍🔥Mild BDSM][👄Dom/Sub][🎄Christmas][💫Short read]

Summary: Toto asks you in between ravenous kisses if you truly want him, even with his busy schedule, fast-paced life, countless nights miles away, and his dominant trait, the one you love to be submissive to, by saying yes you didn't expect it to be this hard! This particular season felt eternal, and you only desire to have him back, wrapped as the world's most alluring Christmas gift on your bed if possible. └📁 One-shot

Sparks Fly

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto x reader][🥵Smut][❤️‍🔥Daddy Kink][🎆New Years][💫Short read]

Summary: Toto is ready to leave his shitty 2023 behind and start 2024 in the best way possible, and you don't want to spend another New Year's Eve all by yourself; it's like destiny and the universe conspired to bring you two together. └📁 One-shot

The Lonely Hearts Party

[👩‍❤️‍👨Toto(boss) x reader(fem merc employee)][💘Romance][😊Fluff] [😂Comedy][🗄Corporate Mercedes][💝Valentine's Day][⏳Long read]

Summary: For weeks now, you have been receiving the most gorgeous flowers every Wednesday morning at your desk at the Brackley Headquarters, as a mysterious admirer seems so in love with you. The entire factory, your besties at work, and you all wonder who he is. Could it be the one you truly wish for? └📁 One-shot

The Big Slip

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨Toto x reader (fem middle class artist)][💘Romance][🥵Smut][😪Drama][🕵️‍♂️Secret Identity][💸Social gap][🪐AU][⏳Long read]

Summary: Your life as a struggling arts graduate in Monaco, coming from a working-class family who lives on the outskirts, is about to change. Toto Wolff enters your life not only by giving you the best sex ever but also by making you love somebody for the first time. Arranged marriages, a horrible breakup, and an induced coma, plus his terrible parents, were a complete surprise. └📁 One-shot

The Speed Game of Love

[👩‍❤️‍👨Toto x reader(fem contestant)][💘Romance][😂Comedy][🪐AU][🤪Crack humor][🌈RuPaul's Drag Race][💫Short read]

Summary: Three fierce queens will race for your love, but only one will win your heart. Could it be the spicy Carla LaTurbo Slayz, the fierce Adore D. Hammer, or the queen of England herself, GiGi Reigns? Or maybe that sexy host could get some! Hosted by the hot and only Toto Wolff. └📁 One-shot

Daddy's Little Pet

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto x reader(journalist)][🥵Smut][❤️‍🔥Daddy Kink][🎀Size Kink][👄Power play][💫Short read]

Summary: You had come to Brackley expecting a generic interview, not a deep dive into Toto's lovemaking life. └📁 One-shot

[🚎Coming soon...][✍️WIPs]

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It’s Murder on the Garagefloor

[👩‍❤️‍👨Toto (boss) x reader(fem Merc employee)][💘Romance][😂Comedy][🪐AU][🤪Crack humor][👻Mystery][⏳Long read][🧩Clue]

Summary: His wife, one of his drivers, an engineer, his mentor, and you (Toto's assistant) all look at the body on the floor. Is the boss really gone? Loose inside this locked garage is the murderer. Who of you killed Toto Wolff? And why?

A mile-an-hour

[👩‍❤️‍👨Toto (boss) x reader(fem Merc employee)][💘Romance][😂Comedy][🪐AU][🤪Crack humor][🗄The Office][⏳Long read]

Summary: Getting hired on the Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS F1 Team from the thousands of applicants seemed like the pinnacle of your career and a privilege. Such a prestigious and life-changing opportunity until you arrive there… Smoke is flooding the garage, Lewis is dressed exactly like George in casual clothing for some reason, and Niki is playing sad Taylor Swift songs on the piano. At the same time, engineers try to catch a loose Roscoe throwing stuff everywhere. Why is even a piano in here?! Ah! And you almost forgot, Toto Wolff is crying inside his office.

Fast Car

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto (young f1 driver) x reader(fem f1 driver)][🥵Smut][💔Past lovers][☔️Pinning][🏎Team dynamics][☠️Toxic love][👹Make up and angrey sex][👄Power play][⏳Long read]

There was a time when he used to be your everything. Since childhood, you two shared a dream of one day becoming F1 drivers. Miles away from your families, you grew up only having each other, racing and experiencing life side by side. The short step from friends to lovers left natural, but the following step from F1 drivers to enemies deeply scarred you. When your ambitious team offers Toto the open seat, well aware of his reckless and wild reputation, you wonder if the sweet guy you fell in love with is still hiding inside that ruthless, don juan, cold-hearted two-time world champion. It's going to be a hell of a season for you.

Cursed to Love

[🗯+18][👨‍❤️‍👨 Lewis (Witch) x Sebastian (Human)][💘Romance][🥵Smut][🧙Fantasy][🌠Epic][��Lore][🩸Horror/War/Violence][🛖Period Piece][😪Drama][☔️Pinning][📿Soul mates][🪐AU][🌈Queer][✍️WIP][⏳Long read]

Summary: Lewis' birth was prophetized by the whispers of the leaves, a long-awaited moment by his tribe, eager to welcome the future leader of their motherlands. Yet destiny had unforeseen plans for him. Hidden in the darkest of the forest amid the horrors of the night their tales will call "The Great Devastation", cursed since his first breath with a heart tethered to a human soulmate in a chain he won't be able to break, bond by blood and magic to a love so pure, it will leave his body to ache, a cruel enchantment that simply won't fade away.

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inf3ct3dd · 1 year ago

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ACT 1. TROUBLE

summary: the plan hatches.

warnings: mentions of death, sex joke

wc: 3k

authors note: this fic has been my wonderfully niche vision for so long.... i hope you all enjoy

next chapter. masterlist

the unforgiving blaring heat of the desert was torturous.

the sun seemed to be beaming from right above, practically frying you and your companions skin as you treaded through the sand. one suffering the consequences worse than another, skin resembling a boiled lobster.

dry, chapped lips silently begging for water, only to be met with the sting of saltwater sweat dripping onto them. you can try to lick them away, but it will only worsen the pain. pain, your muscles ache and your bones feel as if they’ll crumble if you step forward once more. you needed…out.…of the heat……

ah, alas, a river! oh, how lovely, a quench to the terrible thirst…. you reach out towards it, cupping your hands to drink, and are met with the hot, cruel surface of a car door.

“are you done, r? you’re gonna set off the alarm.” ellie had destroyed your dramatic scene , rolling her eyes and slumping down on the concrete next to the car. her long ass jorts protected her skin from the heat of the ground.

“no, it can’t be! twas a mirage, my mind has fooled me!” draping a dramatic hand across your forehead, you’re met with a moist surface that you wipe away onto your shorts, falling next to the girl. your shorts however, did not protect you. you slightly hissed in pain, before bringing your knees to your chest.

“they shouldn’t have let you read othello. i think you’re actually going insane.” she bluntly remarks, offering you a light giggle.

your english teacher, honors english if you wanna brag, had just started a shakespeare unit, and you were over the moon. being the first to volunteer to read in class, writing your own gorgeous sonnets about even more gorgeous subjects , and torturing ellie with your constant chiming of “shall i compare thee to a midsummers day?”

“ugh, you hate to see a girl being theatrical.” with a quick roll of your eyes, you crossed your arms and pouted.

“yes, i do.”

ellie knew it wasn’t one of your actual sad pouts, like when she accidentally killed the snail you two found, but simply you being….theatrical. like your wonderful performance in the school musical last year, as sharpay in high school musical. was that fuckass blonde wig a disgrace? absolutely. but your wonderful acting skills distracted from it, or so you hoped.

“you know whats actually making me go insane? the fact that you made me walk to 7-11 in this heat!!! you tryna kill me?”

the taste of the slushy was still lingering in your mouth , along with the red color on your tounge, but the cold it brought was long gone.

“oh my lady, i would never do such a thing! but alas, i required a refreshment, and id hate to go alone.” ellie counters back in her own shitty-british accent , holding a hand to her chest.

“see, told you its fun.” you nudged her elbow with your own, sweaty limbs colliding with a gross “splat”.

“yeah yeah, whatever. you’re right about everything, my glorious queen-“

“indeed!” you interrupted, pout replaced with a cheeky smile.

you both sat for a second, catching your breath. your eyes wandered to ellies arms, and you noticed she had turned into a lobster. her arms were bright red and sunburnt, and you reached out to poke her.

“ow-fuck! why did you do that!!” she winced in pain, moving her arm away.

“jesus, why do you never put on sunscreen? you trying to get tan or something?”

“i didn’t think it would be this bad outside..”

“you’re stupid.”

“you’re mean..”

after a while of you both sitting in comfortable silence, both of your eyes fall on the vehicle across the street. it was the one thing you always loved staring at on this street. the ferrari was reflecting all the beams of ultraviolet hitting it, practically glowing in the humid hellscape. the dashboard and practically everything else was smothered in dust, the cause probably being its idle parking spot, same one it had been occupying since you and ellie were 5 years old. the black detailing and the shiny silver horse enchanted you, despite the cars mildly decrepit state. 13 years later, you wondered if it would even still run. wondered how the engine would feel rumbling underneath you as you pushed against the wind down the empty streets.

people always make driving seem so crazy and thrilling in movies. sharp turns, constant speeding, drifting, it was like the road was a rollercoaster. or maybe you had just watched too many fast and furious movies with your dad.

but every time you were in a car, you were calm. always having an arm out the window, sometimes waving your hand like the ocean, and others making finger legs and doing parkour off of the other cars. when it rained, especially at night, you’d always beg your dad to drive you around. you’d try to count the raindrops on the windshield , and often times you’d let the taps on the windows lull you to sleep.

you have many memories of your dad taking you on drives to get you to sleep. especially when you were younger, and didn’t want to go to bed because you ‘weren’t tired’. every time, he’d just say “you don’t have to sleep, just rest.” sometimes he’d sing the songs he burned onto his cds, other times he’d make lists of things you wanted to do the next day. but no matter what, within 10 minutes you were always out cold. most times he’d keep driving for a bit, just to make sure you were really sleeping, and then carry you as gently as possible up to your room.

now, you knew better than to try and make him carry you up the stairs. you’d have a dramatic stretch, and practically drag yourself to your house before flopping down on the couch. half of the time face first.

you never wanted to be the one driving, though. you didn’t trust yourself behind the wheel, thinking you’d get too relaxed and doze off the second you started driving. or get into a crash. every time you did bumper carts, you’d be the one annoying all the little kids by hitting them a thousand times with your car. plus, highways are scary as fuck.

but for some reason, every time you saw that car parked down your street, you imagined yourself behind the wheel. always with some of those cool ass driving gloves on, and the scorpion jacket ryan gosling had in drive. you’d drift like all those cool dudes in your dads movies, and never ever crash into anyone on the highway. you thought it was blessed with some spell that made everyone who drove it amazing at driving.

ellie had zero faith in you though.

“you’d total that thing in five seconds. do you not remember the last time you tried to drive?”

her rude remark reminded you of the “raspberry incident”, as you called it, from last summer. you were at your grandmas in the countryside, her in the passenger of her big ass suburban trying to teach you to drive in the raspberry fields. you had been pushing a bit hard on the gas a few times, making her tell you to “calm down” , but you were a damn good driver as far as you saw. but it allll went downhill when she made you practice turning. you had turned around one of the rows of berries perfectly, and you were driving a bit too fast to the next corner. but somehow, you turned on the wrong angle and drove straight into the berries. and to make things worse, you kept pushing the gas pedal on accident instead of the brakes. your grandma screaming at you to stop didn’t help much either. you had torn down no more than 1/5 of the row, but nothing happened to the car. a trip to the carwash and it was like nothing ever happened.

“that was soooo long ago. you weren’t even there either! what if i was just over exaggerating when i told you and it wasn’t that bad?”

“you calling yourself a liar?” ellie took a sip of her slushy. the one she made you take this whole treacherous journey for. she was somehow still nursing hers, while yours was in a trash can five blocks back.

“never. how are you still drinking that thing? we’ve been walking for like half an hour!” you grab the drink out of her hand, taking a sip for a biiit too long.

“hey! you can’t even ask? i spent my hard earned money on that thing.“

“oh please, it was only like 3 dollars. you sound like joel right now.”

you both chuckled. ellies dad acted just like yours, that’s probably why they’re such best friends. that and the two dead wives thing, they had a lot in common. and coincidentally, so did you and ellie. you knew each other since you came out of the womb. well, since you came out. ellie was there three weeks before you, and she never let you forget it. constantly on her “respect your elders” bullshit every time you punched her in the arm for stealing your food. you two were fighting over the same toys and blabbering to each other since birth. your parents were convinced you were some baby geniuses that had developed your own language with how much you ‘spoke’ to each other. you two always understood each other.

“whatever dude, i’d be a driving master in that thing. it’d probably be a total chick magnet too. i’d be cleaning that backseat every day.”

ellie poked you in the side at your joke, and you both shoved each other while you laughed.

“yeah, you and your spongebob boxers are definitely soooo seductive.”

“you can’t say shit, you have the matching patrick pair!”

almost half your closet was either clothes you took from ellies house, or ones you bought to match with her. your dad has a whole photo album of old pictures he took of you and her in your matching outfits. and you have a bin in the attic stacked to the brim with your matching halloween costumes. the one matching thing the two of you never took off was your necklaces. it was one of those basic hearts, two pieces of silver that fit together perfectly with “best friends” and an infinity sign engraved on it. you had begged your dad for it while you were at a beach store, and he reluctantly gave in. you had the ‘st ends’ side, and ellie had the ‘be fri’ one. no matter the occasion, even with the excessive amount of necklaces you always wore, that one was always a part of the stack. and ellie only ever wore the one. in fact, the only jewelry she ever wore was the bracelets you two had made for each other and her necklace.

“hey, they’re comfy! i love those things.”

“you know what i’d love?”

“deez nuts in your mouth??”

you slapped ellie on the arm , and she grabbed it in pain.

“fuck you! you know im sensitive right now!!”

“you’ll live. ANYWAYS, i was talking about the car.”

“pssht, who wouldn’t. who leaves a perfect 288 on the side of the road for this long?” ellies inner car-nerd spilled out,eyebrows furrowing in question.

you and ellie had dreamed of that car ever since you were barely taller than the side doors. pretending to drive it when she came over to yours, leaning against it as you ate your ice cream and accidentally setting off the alarm, even peering in through the windows occasionally. the white envelope with a small bulge always intrigued the two of you, desperately wondering what was inside of it. you’d never seen anyone get in or out of it, and you were surprised it lasted this long on this street.

“why’re you still on this anyway? its not like we’re gonna just steal it or something.”

when you stare back at her for a bit too long, she sighs at you and rolls her eyes. your dumb ideas almost always end horribly, and she wasn’t in for all that this summer.

like last year, when you two were working at this big outdoor restaurant. you had somehow convinced her to drive around one of the golf carts, and it ended with you accidentally ramming it into some dudes car. you both quit to avoid the guy, and you’ve never been back since.

“well, why not! i mean really ellie, I’ve seen you break into joels truck before. you could do it.”

it was an isolated incident. she had locked herself out of the car, and she used a random hanger she found in the mall parking lot to squeeze through the crack in the window and unlock the door.

“thats not the same as stealing some random car!!what if the dude who owns it is some mean gangster and he finds out we took his car and he fucking kills us??? or what if its full of a bunch of illegal shit and we get arrested while we’re driving it?”

“since when do you care this much about shit like that? you convinced me to keep a lizard in my closet for three weeks once. plus, do you really think anyone’s gonna come looking for it? that things been there longer than we’ve been alive.”

“even if we do steal it, what if it doesn’t even run anymore? and if it does, are we just gonna hotwire it every time we wanna drive?”

ellie was sadly thinking logically about this , and you weren’t having it. the pout on your face was growing bigger and bigger, and you rolled your eyes at her.

“you’re so boring.”

“im not boring, you’re just insane and impulsive.”

“besides, where would we even hide it? neither of us have a garage or anything.”

“you ask too many questions. come onnnn, this could be our little sappy senior year memory!! even if it goes like, totally wrong and we get arrested or some shit.”

you and ellies high school experience was..lackluster at most. no crazy adventures, no parties, no insane hookups, nothing. every movie about highschool you two had watched had completely lied to you, because it was boring as fuck. i mean, probably not for everyone else, but definitely for you two. this car would be a saving grace for you two, it could top off senior year perfectly.

“your idea of a great senior year memory is grand theft auto?”

“i mean, the games awesome. why not?”

she chuckled a bit at your bad joke, leaving a smile on your face. everything in her was telling her it was an awful idea, but you were giving her your most convincing puppy dog eyes, hands under your chin pleading to her.

you were amazing at persuading her, and the way your eyes practically sparkled when you spoke of even the mere idea of it sent her to the stars. how could she say no to you?

“…let me think about it.”

“WOOOO”

for ellie, ‘let me think about it’ was almost always code for yes. especially when it came to you. the two of you walked back to your house, ellie finally finishing her slushy. she chucked it in your garbage can before leaving you at your door. you tried to hug her goodbye, but she pushed you away.

“lobster skin. it still hurts. youll probably wanna hug me more tomorrow.”

and the next day, at 8:30, ellie showed up at your window with a toolbox smelling like aloe vera.

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scary-grace · 1 year ago

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 10) -- a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Chapter 10

The feeling of hollowness doesn’t wear off. Not through the rest of your shift at work. Not through the class on the assessment and treatment of major trauma you’re taking, although you managed to take notes that will hopefully be legible later. It doesn’t feel even slightly better until you’re home, out of sight from everyone, where you can let the mask drop. It’s hard to wear it all the time. You’re getting tired.

Inside your apartment, you look around for Tenko, but he’s not in the kitchen, the living room, or the bathroom. Maybe he changed his mind about coming back. You head to your bedroom, stripping off your work clothes and throwing them into your laundry basket as you go. You did laundry a few days ago. The basket shouldn’t have much in it. But something catches your eye, and when you peer in for a look, you see a set of black clothes that looks a little too familiar for the fact that it’s not yours.

You realize whose it is in the same second as you hear a strangled sound from behind you, and the question bursts out of you at a volume that’s probably too high. “Tenko?”

“I’m not looking,” Tenko snaps. You glance over your shoulder and find him without the model hand and with both gloved hands covering his face. “Do you just start taking your clothes off the second you get home?”

“Usually there’s nobody in my apartment!”

“I told you I’d be back. Did you not believe me?” Tenko’s still averting his eyes, but he’s lowered his hands for the purpose of crossing his arms over his chest, which draws your attention to what he’s wearing. “Why are you staring?”

You can’t stop yourself. “Those are my clothes.”

“So? They fit. I have to wash mine and I don’t have anything else.”

You do buy your sleeping clothes oversized, and the difference between your height and Tenko’s isn’t enormous, but it’s still weird to see him sitting on your side of the bed, wearing a pair of your grey sweatpants that have seen better days and a tie-dyed shirt you made in high school. It’s undeniably bizarre, but – “You look cute.”

“I’m not cute. Don’t say weird things.” Tenko’s turning red. “Are you going to put on clothes or what? I want to talk to you.”

“Just a second.” You were going to put on your pajamas, but Tenko’s wearing them. You pick out another pair, change quickly, and come back, sitting down on the other side of your bed. “What did you want to talk –”

Tenko kisses you, cutting you off. In no time at all he’s rolled you beneath him, pinning you back against the pillows while his mouth opens against yours. His kisses are messy, his hands eager as they alight briefly on your shoulder, against your cheek, molding to the curve of your jaw or gripping hard at your hip. Tenko’s breathing is uneven, almost hyperventilating. He needs to slow down.

But you remember what he said the night the League stayed over: I don’t know how to do this. You’re going to have to show me. So in spite of the fact that he’s got you pressed to the pillows and his hands are all over you, you raise your hands to cradle his face, giving you more control over the kiss. Something about it seems to agree with him. He matches your pace, the sloppiness evening out, then deepening into longer, more involved kisses. His lips split again, but in fewer places than before, you think. The taste of blood in your mouth is lighter this time.

One of Tenko’s hands slides beneath your shirt and you draw back slightly. “I thought you wanted me to put clothes on.”

“I’m not saying take them off,” Tenko insists. “I just want – come on, please –”

You’re not sure what he’s asking for. He’s not even trying to do anything. Then it clicks. “You’re touch-starved.”

“What? No.” Tenko objects instantly, but he’s not a good liar. He can’t make eye contact, and his face, flushed before, is turning darker – and as if that wasn’t enough evidence, his hands are still in motion, seeking points of contact, places to hold on. “I need to touch my girlfriend. That’s not weird.”

You try to figure out if girlfriend is a step up or a step down from sidekick. “So I’m not your sidekick anymore?”

“Of course you are.” Tenko gives you an exasperated look. “Saying I need to touch my sidekick is weird.”

Your brain supplies you with the image of any of the top ten heroes telling the world that they need to touch their sidekicks, and you start laughing. Your laughter’s a little wheezier than usual, courtesy of Tenko’s weight on you, but it feels good to laugh. It’s not like you haven’t laughed at all since Kamino, but laughing with others is different. When you laugh with Tenko, your guilt doesn’t matter. He’s guilty, too. And if it doesn’t bother him, then it shouldn’t bother you.

Tenko watches you suspiciously. “What are you laughing about?”

“What would happen if Endeavor started his next interview talking about how much he needs to touch his sidekicks.”

“That’s disgusting.” Tenko’s expression twists, but he’s laughing, too. “Don’t bring up heroes. It kills the mood.”

“Does it?” You’re still cradling his face in your hands. You leave one hand where it is, cupping his cheek, and lower the other, tracing your fingers over the lines of his throat and running along his shoulder. Your touch is light as your fingers run down the back of his arm, avoiding anywhere ticklish until you’re touching the bare skin of his forearm. He’s thin enough that you can feel his muscles tense at your touch. “I don’t think so.”

“It does,” Tenko says. You kiss his birthmark, then his jaw, and feel him swallow hard. “It does. They ruin everything.”

Even as he complains, he’s tilting his head, exposing more of his neck for you to kiss. “It doesn’t feel like they’re ruining everything,” you say. You lift your other hand away from his forearm and slip it beneath his shirt, and he makes a sound through clenched teeth when you drag your fingers along his bare skin, just above his waistband. “You can admit it. I won’t tell anyone.”

Tenko’s body tenses, stiffens. “Admit what?”

“That making out with me is so good that even heroes can’t ruin it.”

Tenko laughs, a raspy, startled sound that trails off into a rough gasp as your teeth scrape over his neck. “I’ll admit that,” he says. His hips roll forward and you shift your legs apart so he can fit between them. “You can tell everybody. They’ll be jealous that I’m the only one who gets to –”

His hips jerk sharply. The sweatpants don’t leave anything to the imagination as far as his erection goes, and you startle at the pressure between your legs and the flood of heat that accompanies it. You pull away from kissing his neck, conscious that you’ve already left a mark, and kiss his mouth again.

His kisses devolve into messiness almost immediately, but this time you’re with him, as your priority shifts to finding a way to improve the sensation of grinding against him through your clothes. You’ve had some experience, made out with twice as many people as you’ve slept with, but you’ve never had a makeout quite as hot as this one. Tenko’s gloved hands clutch desperately at you, the needy sounds he makes muffled by your lips. You drag your fingernails the length of his spine and lift your hips up against his. Tenko whimpers, shudders. Then he pulls away.

Not just partially away, either. He’s all the way out of your grip, curled in on himself, every visible inch of his skin red. “Tenko,” you say, and he shakes his head. “What’s wrong?”

“We have to stop. Or I’ll –” Tenko makes a sharp, uncomfortable gesture. “Like some kind of –”

“Virgin?” You fill in the blank, and Tenko nods. “That’s not a bad thing, Ten.”

“You have experience.”

“Like, two condoms’ worth of experience,” you say, and Tenko snorts. He’s still too far away from you, but he’s not quite so folded up. “We can stop and do something else. Or I can make you come.”

Tenko stares at you for a second. Then he starts nodding – but just as quickly, he’s adding a caveat. “Don’t look. At my face. I don’t want –”

He’s embarrassed about his O face. You wonder if he actually knows what it looks like, or if he’s just assuming it’s weird. You can’t imagine him jerking off in front of a mirror to check. But this is workable. You part your legs further. “Sit here. Lean back against me.”

Tenko does it, and you situate yourself around him. You can’t see his expression, but you can kiss his cheek and his jaw and his neck, and your hands have free rein over his body. The urge to take your time getting to know him, to run your hands slowly over every inch of him until you know exactly how to make him squirm, is almost overpowering. But if you do that, he might come before you even touch his cock.

Speaking of that – you tug lightly at his waistband, and Tenko pulls the borrowed sweatpants partway down with shaking hands, along with the pair of clean but very old underwear he’s wearing. The first thing you note, inconsequential as it is, is that while the hair on his head is that odd blue-grey shade, his pubic hair is dark, like all his hair was when you were children. The second thing that captures your attention is his cock, hard and already leaking slightly at the tip.

You fight the urge to take him in hand immediately. You slide one hand down to his exposed hip, rubbing your thumb idly over the sharp crest of bone while making it clear where your objective really is. “Can I touch you?”

“Uh – yeah.” Tenko coughs, his voice already strained. “Yeah. Go ahead. Please.”

“I want to do this. You don’t have to say please.” You’re surprised by just how badly you want to touch him, how much you want him to fall apart in your hands, just for you, only for you. “Do you want to show me how to touch you? Or should I learn as I go?”

“You didn’t give me a tutorial about kissing. You don’t get one, either.”

“Fair enough.” You gently press your lips against the side of Tenko’s neck, then move the hand that was on his hip to fit around his cock instead.

Tenko jumps, shudders at your touch, and you move your hand cautiously, stroking the length of his shaft, swiping your thumb over the head the same as you’d do with your tongue. Tenko moans, a low desperate sound that drives a spike of heat through your abdomen, and you repeat the motion again. You kiss the side of his neck, lightly at first, then longer, lingering on the texture of the scar tissue under your lips.

Tenko’s back arches, his head falling back against your shoulder. “Faster,” he says, and you increase your pace. “Like that. More –”

He’s shaking. You feel it at every point where your bodies are pressed together. One of his hands grasps your thigh, hanging on for dear life, and you feel a sharp surge of pain, but your attention’s caught by Tenko’s other hand, still gloved, covering his mouth. You can’t let that happen. Not when he makes such pretty sounds. You peel his hand away from his mouth, press it to yours instead. Tenko gasps, shudders. His hips thrust unevenly into your hand, and he comes.

You slow down – the first time you gave a handjob, the guy snapped at you for not easing up fast enough – but Tenko shakes his head, almost frantically. “Not yet. Don’t stop –”

You keep touching him, as requested, drawing out smaller spurts of cum than the first, as he squirms and twitches and makes increasingly pained sounds. It worries you. “Tenko –”

“Stop.” Tenko’s voice breaks. He slumps back against you, his grip on your thigh loosening. “You – sorry. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say. You’re not sure what he’s apologizing for. “Overstimulation – is that something you’re into?”

“No. I just – you’re never going to do that again, so I wanted it to last.”

“Tenko –” You struggle to wrap your head around what he just said. It doesn’t make any sense. “Of course I’m going to do it again.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not,” you say. “I’d do it again right now.”

“You wouldn’t. I thought it would be okay if you didn’t look at me but then I made all those stupid sounds –”

“I thought those were really hot.”

Tenko coughs. “What?”

“I like them. I like everything about what we just did.” You’re not sure if it’s possible to overstate this, and you’re not sure how to convince him, except – “If you want to touch me, too, I can prove it.”

You’ve barely finished the sentence before Tenko’s twisting to face you, pulling up his sweatpants one-handed. You get a look at his expression before he leans in to kiss you, just enough to confirm that there’s nothing weird about it at all. He pulls at the waistband of your pants. “Take them off.”

You pull them down, leaving them hooked around one ankle. Tenko studies the pair of underwear you’re wearing. They aren’t anything special. You wonder if he’s going to comment on that, or on how visibly damp they are, but instead he reaches out, touches you through them. A second later his eyes light up. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes, you did.” Your fingers are still sticky with his cum. You think about wiping them off on your shirt, then change your mind and suck your fingers clean, swallowing in a hurry and noting the way Tenko’s jaw drops. “I told you. It was – hot –”

Tenko sits forward to kiss you, his mouth sealed to yours as his hand presses flat against your stomach and slides beneath the waistband of your underwear. The texture of his exposed fingertips is rough enough to make you startle as they slide past your clit, but that’s not on his radar at the moment – he’s too busy probing around in the wetness between your legs, fingers brushing maddeningly close to your entrance before finally pushing inside. He starts with two fingers, not one, which is a stretch, but not quite more than you can handle. You gasp, and his lips curve into that too-wide smile against yours.

Tenko’s overenthusiastic at first, just like he was with kissing the first time, and you catch his wrist. “Slower,” you say. He nods. “Curl your fingers a little bit.”

“Like that?”

Your legs are starting to shake. You nod, and Tenko does it again, and again. His other hand yanks the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down and out of the way. With more room to maneuver, the angle of his fingers changes, increasing the pressure against the most sensitive place inside you and bringing the heel of his hand into contact with your clit every time he works his fingers forward. You’re so wet that there’s next to no resistance. His gloves are going to be ruined.

You feel hot all over. Your nipples are hard, visible through your shirt, and Tenko’s free hand is under your shirt within seconds of noticing it. He circles one of them with his thumb, then rolls it between thumb and forefinger, and the roughness of his fingertips makes even the gentlest motions all too intense. “Tenko –”

“What else?” Tenko’s eyes are intent on your face in a way that almost makes you uncomfortable. “I can do more. Tell me what else.”

“Kiss me.” It’s all you can think of, all you want, and Tenko’s mouth crashes down against yours as soon as the words have left it. You wrap your arms around his neck, take a loose grip in his hair, and stop fighting the wave of pleasure sweeping through you. Every muscle in your body clenches, tight and straining, through thrust after thrust of his fingers – and then the heel of Tenko’s hand presses against your clit for a second too long, and you fall apart, head spinning. You clutch Tenko closer, kissing him until you have to pull away to breathe.

Tenko’s fingers slip out of you, and even though you’re oversensitive to an almost painful degree, you whimper at the loss. Tenko notices, smirks – no, smiles. “Don’t worry. I’m definitely doing that again.”

It makes you laugh. “So you’re convinced?”

“Yeah.” Tenko raises his fingers to his mouth and sniffs them, then tastes them. He’s grinning when he lowers his hand again. “I’d say we leveled up.”

Your face flushes, and worse when you see how much moisture is still clinging to his fingers. “Sorry about your gloves.”

“I’ll just wash my hands.” Tenko looks like he’s never been less concerned about anything in his life. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You’re not sure your legs would hold you up, and Tenko looks a little shaky himself as he slides off the bed and heads to your bathroom. You think about putting your underwear back on, but they’re way too wet, and you throw them into your laundry basket without getting up. You still feel too warm to put your sweatpants back on, so you pull the hem of your shirt down and stretch out on the bed anyway. Tenko comes back a moment later. He looks pleased to see that you haven’t left – but then his expression sharpens. “What is that?”

You don’t know what he’s referring to. You give him a puzzled look, and he sits down on the edge of the bed, yanking your leg roughly into his lap. “These. Where did these come from?”

These – the three raw marks in your thigh, not scratches, more like burns or sores. They’re not so much bleeding as oozing. You remember the sharp pain in your leg when Tenko grabbed it, something you’d written off in the moment. “I think you. You were holding on.”

“That’s not how my quirk works,” Tenko says sharply. “It takes all five. And I can’t stop it when – it can’t have been. You’d be dead.”

“No. You’ve used your quirk on me before and I’m still here.”

“I didn’t,” Tenko snaps. “You wouldn’t be. You’d –”

He breaks off, because you’ve pulled up your sleeve. The injury to your wrist on the night you saw Tenko for the first time was healed before the sun came up, but the scar is still visible – jagged furrows in your skin, extending around your wrist from five points of contact. Tenko stares, jaw clenched, eyes wide, and you think through what you know about his quirk. It’s called Decay. It only activates when all five of his fingers make contact with something, or it’s supposed to. And based on what he’s saying now, it’s supposed to function as a chain reaction, something that can’t be stopped once it’s triggered. Except it can be stopped. He has stopped it, both of the times he’s used it on you.

Tenko’s expression twists in a way that looks agonizing. Both his hands lift from his sides, clawing hard at his neck, but only one of them stays there. The other comes up to scratch at his face instead, to yank hard at his own hair, to tear into the skin above his right eye, in the same spot as his scar. You’ve seen him melt down before, when you were kids, when he got too stressed or too upset or when something had gone wrong at home and someone had asked him about what happened. But never anything like this. It’s horrifying. You can’t just sit here and watch.

“Tenko, stop. Please.” You keep your voice calm, even as it shakes. You catch his wrist with both hands, ignoring the hand scratching his neck in favor of dealing with the one that’s tearing at his face. “You don’t need to do that. Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Tenko doesn’t answer. His eyes are glazed, and he’s fighting you, stronger than you. His neck is bleeding. Soon his face will be, too, unless you keep his hand away. You keep talking, senselessly. “You don’t have to hurt yourself. Please don’t, Tenko –”

One of his nails bites deep into the side of his neck. Too deep. A spurt of blood comes up, and something in your mind snaps. You let go of his wrist with one hand and cover the marks on his neck, taking his scratches on the back of your hand instead. His blood is hot against your palm, and you fight down a surge of panic. You can’t stop him. He can hurt himself badly, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You don’t even know why he’s this upset. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. Whatever it is, it’s not worth –”

Tenko lurches away from you, tearing completely out of your grip, and stumbles to the bathroom. A moment later, you hear him retching. You don’t waste time thinking about what to do next. You get up and chase after him.

The last time you followed him when he was trying to get away from you, he hurt you. This time he’s in no condition to hurt anyone. He’s on his hands and knees vomiting on the bathmat, blood staining the collar of his shirt. The instant the vomiting stops, Tenko slumps forward, and you barely manage to pull him back in time to stop him from going face-first into the mess. He’s almost completely limp when he falls against you. You keep his head and shoulders elevated in case he throws up again and struggle to come up with a plan.

If a patient at the clinic melted down like this, you’d stabilize them and maybe call an ambulance. Stabilizing Tenko is well within your abilities, but you have no idea where this reaction came from, whether it’s within the range of possibilities for him or it came completely out of nowhere. Does that even matter as far as treating him goes? No, you decide. It doesn’t.

You were just learning about treatment for major trauma tonight. You start by checking Tenko’s breathing and heart rate. He’s hyperventilating and his pulse is fast, his skin pale. His eyes are open and his pupils are dilated. The biggest injury to deal with is the claw mark on his neck. You yank a towel off the bathroom counter with one hand and press it against the side of his neck, trying to contain the bleeding, then reach up again and turn the sink on cold. Once it’s as cold as it’ll go, you cup your hand, fill it with water, and splash it into Tenko’s face.

He startles in your arms, tries to lurch upright. “What –”

“It’s just water. Your heart rate’s really high, and I’m trying to bring it down. Cold water activates the diving reflex. That’s all.” You do a better job keeping your voice calm this time. Tenko doesn’t need a quirkless sidekick or a terrified girlfriend right now. He needs a medic. “Your neck is bleeding. I want to fix that before we do anything else. Is that okay?”

Tenko doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t try to get away from you, so you take that as a yes and drag your first-aid kit out from under the sink. Bandaging the wound effectively without letting go of him is difficult, and you’re still watching his heart rate. It’s higher than you want it to be, but not as bad as before. You keep talking, explaining everything you’re doing, not asking for or expecting any response. You don’t know what triggered this. You need to keep him stable.

By the time you’ve got the wound on Tenko’s neck bandaged, he’s shivering. You’d get him to bed immediately, but his clothes are a mess, and soaked with cold sweat in the bargain. “Let’s get up and get changed, okay? It’ll just take a second.”

Tenko gets to his feet ahead of you, then offers you a hand up. You take it but get up under your own power, and as you do, you see that the gloves are a total loss. You’ll have to figure out something else. You lead Tenko over to your closet, switching out everything he’s wearing for your largest, most comfortable clothes. The only thing you can’t replace is the underwear, and the gloves. Tenko stands there, eyes blank, unmoving but for the shivers, while you try to think of a solution. His quirk is in his fingers, right? Only his fingers. What if you cover them?

Bandaids and medical tape. You cover Tenko’s ring finger and little finger, first on his right hand, then on his left. Tenko doesn’t protest, warn you against his quirk, or offer to help. He just stands there, lifeless, until you link your little finger with his and lead him over to the bed. He gets in on your side without being prompted, then looks up at you. “Are you coming?”

His voice sounds awful, but at least he’s talking again. “In a second,” you promise. “I just need to clean up.”

Part of you is hoping he’ll be asleep when you get back, but the rest of you knows better than to hope for that. You rinse the bathmat out in the shower, then carry it to the washing machine, along with all the clothes in the laundry basket, including everything Tenko just took off. Then it’s your clothes, and while you’re starting the washing machine, you notice the scratches on the back of your hand.

Those need cleaning, too, along with the marks on your thigh. You give up on putting on pants, change into a clean shirt and underwear, and detour to the hall closet for your pocket first-aid kit. The big one is too much for this.

Tenko’s voice follows you. “You’re leaving.”

“No,” you say. On second thought, you need to bring other things, too. You fill a glass with water from the sink and set it down on the bedside table. Then you sit down on the other side of the bed, over the covers. “I’m right here.”

Tenko doesn’t answer, but when you open the first-aid kit, he turns toward the sound. “What are you doing?”

“I just need a band-aid or two.” You regret the words instantly when Tenko sits up. “No, I’m fine. Just rest.”

“I did it.” Tenko’s voice is dull. “I’ll fix it.”

You shouldn’t let him do it. He needs to rest. But if he wants to do things, if he’s doing things under his own power, maybe you shouldn’t stop him. You lift your hands away from the first-aid kit and let him poke through it on his own, working awkwardly around the band-aids covering the tips of his fingers. Tenko starts with the marks on your leg, cleaning them clumsily. When he speaks up, he says the last thing you were expecting to hear. “I should have killed you.”

Your stomach drops. “What do you mean?”

“My quirk doesn’t stop. I can control what I touch, but once it activates, I can’t stop it. When I touched you then, I should have killed you. I should have killed you tonight. Just like I killed them.”

Tenko’s voice is flat, emotionless. Are you in danger? You don’t think so, but there are two questions running through your mind, and you ask the more immediate one, not the more important one. “Did you want to kill me? Tonight or then?”

He threatened to kill you the night you met him again, and it would have been easy for him to follow through, but he didn’t. Tenko shakes his head mechanically. “I never wanted to,” he says, and the relief you feel shames you into silence. “I didn’t want to kill Mon, either.”

You remember Mon. You loved Mon, just like Tenko did – less than Tenko did, because Mon was his dog. You can’t imagine Tenko hurting Mon. But you found what was left of Mon in the wreckage of Tenko’s house. And although you’ve seen the effects of Tenko’s quirk before, you’ve never seen, start to finish, what happens when he uses it on a living being. A terrible thought builds in the back of your mind, gaining speed and power. “Tenko, what do you mean?”

“I wondered if you’d guessed. You never said it, so I thought maybe you had.” Tenko smears Neosporin over the first rotted fingerprint in your thigh – too much Neosporin, just like before. “What happened to my family – I did it. It wasn’t some villain. I’m the one who killed them.”

You didn’t know. Not consciously. But even though the thought’s just occurring to you, it doesn’t feel like a surprise. If a villain had killed Tenko’s family, the Tenko you knew would have wanted to avenge them. But he’s been focused on All Might, on society, not on some other villain. The only way that makes sense is if he knew who it was already, if he’d dealt with them already – or if the person who did it was him.

It’s silent in your apartment. You’ve been silent for too long. “You didn’t know,” Tenko concludes, and you shake your head. “You know how to say things right. Tell me what it means.”

It’s not that you know how to say things right, it’s that you know him. You know how his mind works, know where the connections break, know how to piece it back together. “Your quirk doesn’t stop once it’s activated, but it stopped with me,” you say hesitantly, and Tenko nods. “You didn’t want to hurt me. But you didn’t want to hurt Mon, or – or Hana –”

Hana was your friend, too. Tenko’s loss crushed you so badly that you barely mourned her. “And you couldn’t stop your quirk with them,” you say. Tenko nods again. He’s been trying to open the same band-aid for the last thirty seconds. “You were five years old, Tenko. Nobody can control their quirk that young.”

“Try again.” Tenko doesn’t look up from the band-aid. “If I didn’t kill you and I killed them, then – say it.”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“No.” You’re not going to do this. You’re not going to buy into this idea someone planted in Tenko’s head that he killed his entire family on purpose when he was five years old. You can picture what happened that night in your mind’s eye – how he would have reached out to someone for help, how he wouldn’t have realized until it was too late, how quickly things would have spiraled out of control. “I know what you want me to say. And I know you. So I won’t.”

“Sensei said –”

“He didn’t know you.” The words leave your mouth with more venom than they should. “Not yet. Not that day. I did.”

You remember it so well – not because it was different than any other day with your best friend, but because it was the last day, because you went over every detail of it in your head until it was etched into your memory forever. You’d swapped lunches – he liked the awful onigiri your mom made, and you were always after the expensive snacks his grandma bought. You’d played heroes at recess and kept the game going on your way home from school while Hana walked ahead. Tenko was All Might, again, and that day you were Sir Nighteye, All Might’s sidekick who could see the future.

Nobody knows how Sir Nighteye’s quirk actually works, so you had to make it up, and you made up so that you had to touch the person to see how their future would play out. No matter how many times Tenko tried to get you close to the villain, it never worked, and on the way home, you came up with the perfect solution. “All Might,” you called out, and Tenko turned to look at you, deadly serious. “Give me your hand!”

He held it out, and you seized it in both of yours. “I can’t see his future, but I can see yours,” you said, and the brightest, widest grin crossed Tenko’s face. “You’re going to win.”

“We’re going to win. I can’t do it without you,” Tenko said, in his awful All Might impression that always made you laugh. You let go of his hand, but he didn’t let go of yours. “Tell me how we do it.”

You didn’t mean to, but you held his hand the rest of the way home, while you described the battle with the arch-villain, how it was going to be close but how Tenko would win. You needed to hold on, or you’d lose sight of his future. The two of you were just getting to the good part of the fight when you reached your street, your houses. You were disappointed, and so was Tenko. “Can’t you come over? You have to finish telling me so we can play for real tomorrow.”

You wanted to. You always wanted to, and that day more than ever, because you were holding Tenko’s hand and he hadn’t let go yet, even when you tried to. Even if it was just for the game, you didn’t want it to end. “I could ask –”

But you couldn’t even get the sentence out of your mouth before your mother shouted from across the street. Your name, followed by a brisk order. “You had all day to play around! Get in here and help me!”

Your throat closed up, but you didn’t want to cry. Tenko’s grip on your hand tightened. “We’ll play tomorrow,” he promised. He smiled. Not the All Might smile – the real one, the one that the people he saved were going to see someday and believe in, the one that said everything would be okay. “Keep looking at my future. Tell me how we win.”

“I will,” you said. Your mother shouted again. You squeezed Tenko’s hand and let go. And then you turned, looked both ways, and ran back across the street to your mother.

That was the last time you saw him for fifteen years, and everything might have changed between then and the first time you saw him again, but it can’t change the truth – Tenko’s master didn’t know him then. You did. So you know for sure now.

Tenko can’t hold your gaze. “You’re not right about this. He chose me. He knows.”

“Then we disagree. Nobody ever said we have to agree on everything.” You can’t push too hard. Not tonight. “Maybe you’ll win and convince me one of these days. Or I’ll win and convince you.”

Tenko’s mouth twists, turns down at the corners. He turns his back. “Don’t look.”

You move the first-aid kit out of the way and scoot closer to him, pressing yourself against his back as you wrap your arms around him. “I’m not looking.”

You hold him like that for a long time, not flinching when his hand grips your wrist again, when his palm flattens against the back of your hand to pin it to his chest just over his heart – and when he turns back in your arms, his eyes are clearer than they’ve been since he saw the marks on your leg. He looks exhausted. “Get some sleep,” you tell him. “I’ll be right there. I just have to finish this.”

The marks on your leg still need to be bandaged, and the scratches on the back of your hand are deep enough that you should cover them, too. Tenko shakes his head. “I did it. I’ll fix it. Aftercare, right?”

You smile in spite of yourself. “Sure. Let’s call it that.”

He’s faster at it this time around. He covers the fingerprints on your leg with too much Neosporin and a giant band-aid, then slaps a sterile pad down on the back of your hand and secures it messily with gauze. “Don’t do this again. If I want to tear my own skin up –”

“I’m not going to sit here and watch you get hurt. Even if you’re doing it to yourself.” That’s not up for negotiation, at least not tonight. “Come on. If you want to cuddle, we’ll be more comfortable lying down.”

Appealing to Tenko’s touch-starvation seems to be a winning strategy. As soon as you’re both under the covers, he crawls into your arms, halfway on top of you with his face buried in your shoulder. You hang onto him tightly. Not so tightly that you can’t free one hand to play with his hair, and Tenko makes a sound. You wouldn’t call it contented, but he’s not as tense as before. What he says is muffled by your shoulder, and it comes completely out of left field. “I’m not going to do that every time we hook up.”

You almost laugh. “I know.”

Like he did last night, he falls asleep quickly. You don’t, or can’t. Half of you is scared that if you fall asleep, you’ll wake up to Tenko gone, snatched out of your grip again by All For One. It’s a stupid thought. All For One is in Tartarus, under twenty-four-hour guard – but Kurogiri follows his orders over Tenko’s, and if Kurogiri came for Tenko, there would be nothing you could do. Nothing except hold on tight, and make sure that you and Tenko went wherever he was going together.

Part of what’s keeping you up is fear. The rest is fury, the kind you can barely contain, aimed at a single target. You don’t have a clue about most of what All For One did to try to erase Tenko and replace him with Tomura, but you know the first thing – convincing him that he killed his family on purpose. Tenko’s pursuing the vision of someone who’s tried to destroy him, who’s thrown him into a battle he can’t win. And you’re supposed to help him do it.

You can’t stomach that, but maybe you don’t have to. You don’t have to be loyal to All For One’s vision or to Tenko’s efforts to follow in his footsteps. You just have to be loyal to Tenko, and that’s easy the way breathing is, as unconscious as blinking. After all, you’ve been doing it your whole life.

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yeaimsafiya · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER ONE back from rehab

SYNOPSIS the beginning of a teenage girl named y/n who is fresh out of rehab but doesn't intend to stay clean.

FROM THE WRITER AHH IM SORRY IM LATE GUYS!! This is the first chapter I'm ever writing, I took some inspo from episode 1 but I'm going to have to cut each episode into fourths because I really don't want to spend a whole week trying to finish a whole episode and school work. But I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter as much as I did - Love you guys, Sapiyah <3

WARNINGS Lots of unnecessary writing, female! reader, mentions of drugs and drinking, strong sexual content, nudity, violence, adult content, adult language, scenes might be uncomfortable for some, some scenes might include mentions of mental illness'

SERIES EUPHORIA

CHARACTERS INCLUDED members of the bakusquad & dekusquad, big three(?), some characters of class 1A

NOTES MDNI! Ageless blogs will be blocked or removed.

Readers discretion is advised

Suddenly, the whole world goes dark and nothing else matters except the person standing in front of you.

You were once happy. Content.

Sloshing and swimming around your own private, primordial pool; Then one day, for reasons beyond your control, you were continuously and repeatedly crushed...

Over..and over.. again by the cervix of your mother, M/n.

You put up a good fight, but eventually lost, for the first time, but not the last.

You were born 3 days after 9/11, your mother and father spent two days in the hospital, holding you under the soft glow of the television, watching those towers fall over and over again, until the feeling of grief gave away to numbness.

And then, without warning, a middle-class childhood in the American suburbs.

You were sitting at the dinner table with your mother, M/n, and Father, F/n. But it appeared something else had gotten your attention, a set of numerous lights above the dinner table, in which you wanted to count.

"Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen.."

" What are you looking at y/n?"

"..."

"What are you doing? ..Y-y/n look at me."

"One, two, three, .."

"What are you doing Y/n?"

*cries*

"Id say she's suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder..."

Its not like you were physically abused..

"...attention deficit disorder..."

..Or had some type of clean water storage..

"..general anxiety disorder.."

..Or was molested by a family member.

"..and possibly bipolar disorder. But she's a little bit too young to tell."

So, explain this shit to me.

"Honey, it's just the way your brain was hardwired; Plenty of great, intelligent, funny, interesting and creative people have struggled with the same things you struggle with."

"Like who?"

"Vincent Van Gogh, Sylvia Plath, and even Brittney Spears, your favorite!"

You haven't remembered much from the ages of eight to twelve. Just that the world moved fast, and your mind moved slow.

"Does anyone have an idea of what a perception might be?"

And every now and then, if you focused on the way you breathed...

You'd die.

"Slow down, just breathe"

Until every second of the day, you'd find yourself trying to outrun your anxiety.

"What's wrong Y/n?"

..And quite frankly..

"I'm just fucking exhausted"

Coming down to the kitchen, you could hear the small talk between your mother and younger sister, S/N.

"You said the doctor was in our network. How can he suddenly be out of network?"

"I can't afford it."

"Did you see that video of the girl who got acid thrown at her face?"

"What? No.."

"It's pretty fucked up.."

"Mom do you know where the tampons are?"

"In my bathroom, right under the sink."

And at one point, you'd make a choice of who you are and what you want.

"Alright Gia, let's go"

"Why do the co-payments cost $300?"

"Y/n did you eat breakfast?"

".."

"What's with the glasses?"

"What glasses?"

You just happened to show up one day, without a map or a compass..

"Attention students, we need to lockdown."

..Or to be honest, anyone capable of giving on iota of good fucking advice.

And I know it all seems sad but guess what? You did not build this system up, nor fuck it up yourself.

But then it happens. That moment where your breath starts to slow. And every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have.

Then everything stops: Your heart, your lungs, then finally, your brain. And everything you feel, you wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks.

And then suddenly... you give it air again, give it life again.

You remember the first time it happened, where you were so scared you wanted to call 911. Go to the hospital and be kept alive by machines and apple juice. But you didn't want to look like an idiot, and you didn't want to fuck up everyone else's night.

And now overtime, that's all you've wanted.. those two seconds of nothingness.

You spent a good portion of summer before junior year in rehab. God granted you the serenity to accept things you cannot change, the courage to change the things you can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

"Y/N," your sister yelled from afar, greeting you after your long leave. You smiled, and whilst running up to her, tried to continue the conversation with your younger sibling.

"Hey, Come here!"

"How are you?"

"Good, I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"Look at you, are you growing?"

"No."

Looking over, you see your mother standing by your family car.

"Hey," you yelled out to her, only to receive a small smile from her.

And with that. you knew it was your time to go.

"I'm very happy for you Y/n. You're about to start a brand-new chapter," Your mother says while driving you and your sister to school. You looked at her with a smile, then turned your attention back to the car window.

You had no intentions of staying clean. And yet, Jirou just moved into town.

"There's some new girl in town that I think you'll be friends with," Shoto said, with you standing beside him in his store.

"Who?"

"Shit, I don't know. She came in looking all punk rock and shit; So I'm thinking to myself, like, 'look like somebody Y/n would be friends with'."

Which was sort of a dead-on observation for Shoto, who's not normally revolving in the same direction as planet earth.

"So how long have you been back?" He asked.

"About five days."

"And how are you feeling?"

"I mean, ever since I gave my life over to my lord and savior Jesus Christ, things have been, like, really good."

"Word? That's what's up," You chuckled at his snarky remark, giving him a small smile.

"I'm fucking with you," you said whilst laughing, "It was a joke."

"Shit, hey, I don't judge," he defended, hands raising to just above his chest.

"But for real, is Deku in the back?"

"Are you serious?" Shoto questioned, seeming very disappointed in you.

"What, you think cause' I went to rehab I stayed clean?"

"I mean, ain't that the point?" he asks.

"Yeah, well, the world is coming to an end, and I haven't even graduated high school yet."

You gave Shoto one more smile before going to Deku, whilst Shoto stared at you the entire way there; There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but since you were too busy looking for Deku, you didn't see.

You opened one of the doors of the refrigerators, leading you right to him with a bowl of fruit loops,"I thought your ass was dead," he said one he saw your appearance.

"And I thought you had Asperger's till I realized your just a prick," you barked back.

"This a fickle industry, y'all come and go. I'm just trying to stack my cash, pay off our mortgage," he said while pulling out a bunch of plastic bags out of a microwave.

"So what the fuck do you want?" You gave him a knowing look before he handed you needed.

"You sure you don't want to try something new?" He asks you.

"Like what?"

"2C-T-2, 2C-T-7, and 5-MeO-DIPT."

"I'm sorry I have no fucking idea of what you just said."

"It doesn't matter," he stated, "but this shit, is fucking lit."

"What is it?"

"N-diisopropyl-5-methoxytryptamine. It's a fast-acting psychedelic."

Got some similarities to LSD, but with, like, key differences. Not as visual as shit, but definitely a sense distorter.

"What's wrong?" That same dark purple hair girl questioned.

"I'm just so happy," you responded back.

"I don't know, this shits been going off in Tampa, and mad people like to fuck with this," Deku continued on with his descriptions with the drug.

"Okay. Yeah, why not."

"That'll be 120."

"Oh uh, Shoto said he'd spot me."

"Shoto doesn't spot nobody."

"Yeah, well, it's a post-rehab discount, so you should ask him."

"I will go ask him, cause' I know your full of shit."

Those were the last words he said before you walked out. Those were the last words you heard before you saw the same two boys in freshman year.

Bakugo and Kirishima.

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hahaifolded · 11 months ago

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Can We Make This Work? Masterlist

Nanami Kento x POC!FemReader x Gojo Satoru Summary: After being forced into an arranged marriage by the higher ups, Gojo tricks Nanami into taking his place. Will your husband be happy with the arrangement or will you have to explore other options?

Tags: Nanami Kento x FemReader, Gojo Satoru x FemReader, Reader is a Woman of Color, Reader will have cursed energy/technique, Forced Marriage, Coercion, Angst, Slow-Burn Romance, Racist themes, Suggestive Themes (as for now), In-World Typical Violence, + (more will be added as I write)

Status : On Pause

Chapter 1: Surprise, you're getting married!

Chapter 2: Wedding Night

Chapter 3: Grade Me

Chapter 4: Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 5: The Arrangement

Chapter 6: Teacher and Student

Chapter 7: Class is In Session

Chapter 8: Hot Chocolate

Chapter 9: The Meeting

Chapter 10: Work Trip

Chapter 11: Work in Progress

Chapter ??: Work in Progress

Author's Note: Once again, I had a thought and it manifested into a full story. Heads up, chapter titles can change or be moved about so don't get attached! Also I have another idea for the summary but I’m not putting it until “something” happens in the story so if it changes, just accept it.

I just want to provide more context for the racist themes in this story. The racism in the story is slight but that does not mean it's any less important. It's based on my experience with micro-aggressions and such so know it comes from a real place. I don't think I will make it super overt because usually racism isn't always in your face, but looming behind you, weighing you down, until one day it completely suffocates you. If I change my mind however, I will make it apparent in the chapter warnings!

Also I am to date on the anime and manga. I'm going to try to avoid spoilers but technically speaking everything revealed in season 2 is fair game.

I'm super open to suggestions and what-ifs throughout the story. I know I have this set up for chapters but those are just suggestions - nothing is set in stone.

Always open for suggestions and tips! Still a pretty novice writer!

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anki-of-beleriand · 2 years ago

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Bad Liar ch.7

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers

Warnings: Slow burn - slightly Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - idiots in love - homophobia - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: Here is a new chapter and right now there is no place to run, many secrets are out and it is time for everyone to start playing a part in the game.

As always, English is no my mother tongue, so please forgive the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

Chapter 7

Whispered secrets

The Innovation Classroom had been a donation by the Bishop Family a couple of years ago. The main goal was to provide the school with the latest technological gadgets and programs so their students could always be up to date offering their students the right tools to keep up with their education. Everyone had access to the computers and the red of the school, but in reality only a few select students excel in the art of encrypted information.

America hated pne of those peoople, mainly because ever since she arrived at school her main goal had been to hit on a very clueless, and very exasperating Kate Bishop. But, after the long conversation she held with the team, America knew this would be their only chance to get some answers.

Everyone had their attention on Riri Williams.

The young woman chewed on the gun in her mouth, her brows knitted together while her brown eyes pierce every member of the advance class with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. Riri stopped for a moment on America, before her eyes set on Kate who was bouncing restlessly right behind her best friend.

Kate tensed lightly, her heart beating fast just as Riri smirked winking at her. Kate felt her cheeks warm, and America cleared her throat while positioning herself in the line of vision of Riri. The black-skinned woman chuckled tilting her head while resting her elbows on the table arching her back pinning America with her eyes.

"So, you guys want me to hack into personal files, get information from a private company and… What do I have in exchange?"

Riri could tell her question caught everyone in the group off guard, they were not expecting such an answer and this was the perfect opportunity for her to make the right move.

"Money wouldn't be an issue." America intervened stepping forward.

"Money can't buy everything in life, Chavez." Riri rolled her eyes leaning forward while scratching the back of her neck.

America opened her mouth but Riri tilted her head, soon her eyes found those of Kate who looked around before settling her eyes on her.

"How about a date?"

The silence that followed could be broken by a needle falling to the floor. America was left frozen in place, her shoulders put back and her brows knitting together while she clenched her fists closed. Kate from her part was slightly confused, her heart beating fast just as she turned to America then back to Riri.

Kamala had her eyes on Kate, whereas Yelena and Loki were looking intently at America. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, and America had to hold herself for doing or saying something that she could regret. Riri for her part chuckled, playing the part she was asked to play.

“Come on, it shouldn’t be that hard! You guys came to me, after all.” Kate turned to America, and America hesitated for a moment. It was Loki the one who decided to break the silence.

“I believe we are very curious in knowing who you have in mind, Riri. We cannot force anyone to date you, as you so eloquently put it, money can’t buy everything and this would need to be a decision made by said person.”

“Always big with the words, and the fanfare, Odinson.” Riri rolled her eyes before she nodded towards Kate. “I was thinking, Bishop over there. What do you say? The Winter break is almost here, and I heard the Ball this year would be fantastic…so…Bishop comes with me, and I will give you what you want.”

That comment did it.

America straightened up, jerking her head to the side so her eyes locked onto those of Kate. The other teen was just as shocked as America, though America could swear she saw curiosity in them too. The young woman clenched her fist closed, while Kate started babbling away while trying to explain, and ask, and said a hundredth things at the same time.

"Well, what is it gonna be? Unless this information isn't as important as you made it look."

In all honestly, everyone was wondering the same.

While it was truth that during her babysitting duty, America had become overly found of the twins, their snooping around in the life of their newest teacher had become somehow America’s recent obsession. The young woman had not dared to revel that much, but Kate knew America had been worrying about her sister and the recent attraction she had developed for Wanda. When the black-haired woman turned to America she could see the conflict in her stance, and the way her eyes went from Riri to her.

Kamala stepped forward, chewing on her lower lip while crossing stares with Yelena. America for her part stood on her spot, her mind going over the different options they had. Why was it so important to find out about this woman? Why was she so curious about Wanda Maximoff? It seemed that everyone was wondering the same, and all eyes were now in America.

Kate chewed on her lower lip, the decision should be easier than what it looked at the moment. Kate understood America’s worries, but they had other ways to find out about Wanda. They could use other means, and Kate had a hope that perhaps…that maybe America and her could go…

For a brief moment, America turned to Kate who was glancing at Riri, and Riri was looking back at her. A waved of jealousy grew inside America and she just clenched her jaw closed. This was such a mess, and it should be an easy decision on her part, still…

“America?" Kate asked, and all of a sudden her expression changed. Her face hardened and America could recognize the spark of annoyance in her eyes. "The decision should be easy, you know?"

And of course, America knew it should be easier. But as of late she had seen the change in you, she had read the messages you and Wanda had exchanged and America couldn't help but think of the twins with their scars and the fear in their eyes.

Loki locked eyes with Yelena, and both of them were as expectant as everyone in the room. Then Kate shook her head, she huffed, pushing America out of the way and walking straight towards Riri.

"You have a deal, Riri." Then she softened her features, her tone of voice changing into one of pure sweetness flirtation. "And now that I think about it, I would be more than happy to go with you to the Ball…I promise you, it will be unforgettable."

Kate leaned in, placing a single kiss on the woman's cheek before turning around, she walked past America towards Kamala, grabbing the hand of the other girl she left the room without saying another word.

America felt a knot on her throat, the display of cowardice she just showed to Kate and her friends heavy on her shoulders.

"Well, then who are we looking for?" Riri smirked, stretching her arms and getting ready to work.

Loki hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to provide the names and what they were looking for. Yelena made her way towards America who seemed to be unable to move.

"You are an idiot." Yelena hissed, shaking her head. "All you have to do is admit to her that you are in love with her and then she would have still done it but without the theatrics."

"I could not… She is… Kate is free to do what she wants." America replied quite stubbornly.

"She is doing this for you, America." Yelena shot her a disappointed stare. "You better fix this or you will really lose her forever."

"Okay, found it!" Riri exclaimed and America dropped her eyes before going to the older woman.

Yelena was tempted to hit America, but she decided against it. Loki shrugged and the both of them knew this would be the last chance Kate and America would have to finally be honest with one another and give into what they really want.

“Fuck, you guys better take a look at this.” Loki said leaning forward, he and Riri wore the same angered expression.

America frowned moving closer while standing behind them. Her breath caught in her throat at the file, and Yelena cursed in Russian, the pictures, and the police records as well as the medical files were all there. Whatever or whomever Wanda was before getting to the school was not something nice, or even a happy life; the found the restriction order against her husband, the petition for divorce and the fight for custody. Riri whistled, she felt sorry for even asking for payment for something like this.

“Wanda Maximoff, isn’t she the new literature Professor? The one in charge of your class, Chavez?”

“Yeah, she is.” America replied softly.

“Damn, she really…this is…” Riri turned to the other girl shaking her head. “This is some heavy stuff, you know?”

“I know.”

“Please, Riri, no one can know about this.” Yelena intervened, Riri snorted pointing to the file on the computer.

“Of course not! She is hiding from her maniac husband, here let me show you the new underground railroad…It seems that she has been receiving help from some powerful people.” Riri stated tapping on some keys before showing the group a classified document.

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The halls inside the adjacent building to her school were empty and cold. America could hear the echoes of her footsteps and that of her friends following her to the main playroom. Loki and Yelena had been discussing the findings in whispered tones, none of them had been completely happy with the discovery but now many pieces in the puzzle that was their new Professor finally fell into place.

America stopped right outside the playroom, her eyes falling on Kate who was laughing with Kamala while Balder and the twins played around the slides.

“You better fix your screw up, America, and soon, Riri is quite the catch and Kate doesn't seem that indifferent to her.”

With those words, Loki went in stretching his hand out to stop Balder from hugging him. The both of them engaged in their ritualistic banter of bickering, while the twins waved at America who shifted her weight from one foot to the other before going in.

Tommy and Billy had changed in the last couple of months. America remembered the first time she met them, they were quiet and quite shy. At first America thought it was because they didn't know her and were still testing the waters around her. But then, she saw the fear in their eyes, how they would look at the clock and then at the door, how jumpy they were with loud noises, or how they would wake up sweaty and crying. Now for America it was obvious the shy, almost submissive nature of Wanda, how protective she was of her intimacy, or the fact the boys and her never used short sleeve clothing or why the twins had learnt to bathe alone without any help.

Not that it helped a lot.

America and Y/N had seen the scars, and while no words had been exchanged between them, they knew what was behind the Maximoff family. And America now had enough proof to prove her sister with the full background of Wanda.

The question was, when should she tell her about it?

“You are thinking too loud.” Kate approached her with her eyes never leaving America's ones.

“I have a lot to think about.” She mumbled shrugging, the twins went back to their stuff putting everything away while Balder whined.

“Yelena told us what Riri found.” Kate softened her stare putting her right hand around her left elbow. “It must be awful…”

“You know you don't have to go with Williams to the Ball, right?”

Kate cocked her head, glancing at America out of the corner of her eyes. America waited patiently, her eyes glancing everywhere but at her best friend and Kate sighed shaking her head, she turned around closing the distance between herself and America, the dark haired teen tensed with her heart leaping inside her chest.

“I know, but you know what?” Kate said breaking her lips into a smirk America had never seen in her. “I realised that if the woman I want doesn't want me back, then I can't wait any longer… I’m going to explore my options. Thank you, America. I think I wouldn't have done this without your help.”

America stood there, dumbstruck while Kate winked at her, turning around to join the others. She could tell America was still watching her, and Kate smiled in satisfaction knowing her words had the desired effect on America. She just hoped America would do something, or else she would never forgive her for letting this chance go away.

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Wanda glanced at the watch on her wrist, she winced noticing the time while her face turned to the rain right outside her windows. She had taken far too long grading some papers, the twins must be waiting for her getting restless back in the playroom in the small building in the compound.

The young woman yawned, picking up her papers and her stuff before her hand went to grab her mobile. She hesitated for a moment until her eyes fell on the last message she received. Your name on her contact list was familiar, as well as the obvious signs that she was ignoring you completely. For more than a week, all Wanda had done was put your messages to the side, and those encounters she had come to look at with an eager heart were now almost non-existent as she made sure to always be out of her home before you.

A part of Wanda, the rational one, knew she was being childish and that what she was doing was prolonging the inevitable. Another part, the emotional one, the damaged one… Was afraid. She was afraid of what everything meant for her, of the sudden surge of emotions she was experimenting for you.

Wanda knew she was damaged goods, and that she had her children to look after. You on the other hand were free, intelligent, beautiful, and you already had someone in your life that apparently made you happy. Why would anyone want Wanda at some point?

Not that Wanda was thinking about being with you. That would mean she liked you, and not in a platonic way. That perhaps her dreams, and the speeding of her heart at the thought of you, meant she was attracted to you, which was impossible because she was not like that. She liked men. Penis. Yeah, she liked that.

So, you do like her in a sexual way, eh?

A voice in her head asked, and Wanda hated to find the teasing tone of Pietro behind such a statement. She could imagine him, with his smirk and teasing glint, dancing around her while saying innapropiate things that would make her blush a hundred different shades of red. She missed her twin, and in moments like this, she wished he was still with her.

“I don't like her like that, I can't.” Wanda replied softly to no one in particular.

Wanda never thought her life would have changed the way it did.

The weeks had turned into months, and she found herself experimenting changes that were affecting her in positive ways. No longer was she afraid of getting home knowing dinner was not done yet, or to get something wrong and get mistreated for it. She could finally have a voice and an opinion and people around her respect her, and actually took her word with admiration. Sometimes the dark clouds of her past came forward, and in those moments she went to her children to find the energy to continue.

Wanda felt her life was finally getting into the right path. Her students had been amazing with her, and as of late it seemed as if their motivation had shifted and the young woman had never felt more supported than ever.

She didn't need complications, and you had become one. A complication she never thought possible, a complication she couldn't afford to have.

Whatever sadness she reflected in her face was soon wiped out when she caught the sound of laughter. She let out a sigh of relief knowing her children had not been alone for so long, and the fact the voice of her students reached her ears told her they had been in good hands. Her phone vibrated once more, but she ignored it completely, she never thought or even contemplated the fact that you might be there.

She entered the room with a confidence she soon lost as soon as her eyes found yours. And whatever she was trying to not feel came back tenfold. Her sweaty hands, the tingling on her lower abdomen and the summersault from her heart. Everything came accompanied by a flush of her cheeks and the widening of her stare.

You stood there rather conflicted, at this sudden appearance. The sound of laughter and conversation became too deafening, but you put your mobile away and took a few steps towards Wanda.

“So, you are alive.” You promised yourself you wouldn't let the bitterness you felt at Wanda's lack of response get to you.

But that was easier said than done, the young woman was standing before you quite healthy and rather unfazed by the fact you had written to her a couple of times until you gave up on any answer. You felt humiliated, and also a little hurt, you thought the both of you were friends. And you felt ridiculous for hoping that maybe…

“I… I was… Yes, I mean…” Wanda made a gesture with her hands, her eyes looking everywhere but at you. “I've been busy, uh with school and…”

“Hey,Maximoff, I'm not asking for explanations.” You replied nonchalantly, your stare hardening. “I was just curious because Tasha told me you and I were supposed to organise the Winter Festival.”

"The winter festival, yes! Yes, she did.We are!” Wanda interrupted her voice, raising slightly with a high pitch at the end.

You arched a single eyebrow, your lips quirking upwards in silent amusement. Wanda almost slapped her face at such an answer, she tried to recover her momentum by clearing her throat and grabbing her purse with both hands.

"I didn't understand much, but we'll, I guess we are in a committee…"

"We are the committee." You interrupted tilting your head, this time around you were frowning. "Nat didn't explain everything, did she?"

Wanda pursed her lips and after a moment she gave in, shaking her head. You could only roll your eyes glancing at the ceiling, of course Natasha had not said anything to the other woman and it would be up to you to explain to her everything that needed to be done. You had a feeling this was the older woman's doing, a well-exécuté plan to torture you and make you spent time with the very woman that had been shaking your world as of late.

"What else did she have to explain?" Wanda finally asked, she dreaded your answer for she had been trying to avoid you for more than a week and this sudden event would only make her spend time with you.

She knew Natasha had placed the responsibility on her shoulders a week ago but Wanda had been down a road she was not familiar with. She hated the beating of her heart, the sweaty palms of her hands, the nervous tingling in her stomach and the flush on her cheeks whenever she was in front of you. Or whenever she received one of your messages that she had been ignoring for quite some time.

She hated the fact she was standing in front of you and you seemed at ease, knowing Wanda was the only one suffering such conflicting emotions and not being able to do nothing to appease such emotions.

"Well, this event is quite important, you know?" You lifted your hand to scratch he nape of your neck, a nervous trait you had picked up when faced with your reality.

Wanda was about to speak when the twins and the rest of the teens came towards you. Her students were mostly smiling, while America seemed rather gloomy at the moment.

"Mom!" The twins came running towards Wanda hugging her around her waist, Wanda smiled softly placing a tender hand on their heads.

"Hey, boys, how was your day?"

"It was awesome!" Billy exlciamed and Tommy nodded in agreement, you softened your stare watching the scene with a heavy heart.

Soon Tommy and Billy were telling their mom all about their adventures, and you had to look away with a frown in your face. America and Loki glanced at one another, a plan already forming inside her head as to what she should do.

“So, Y/N, we were thinking… It is late, and everyone in the room is hungry, right guys.?” America turned to her friends, you narrowed your eyes when it took them half a second to react with nodding heads and hands on their stomachs.

“Right, so hungry much, eh?”

“Oh, come on, Y/N, it has been a while since you last take us to Olympia and we could take the twins there too and Professor Maximoff of course.”

Kate grabbed your arm, she put on her best puppy stare while Kamala grabbed your other arms and America tilted her head amused. You snorted shaking your head, lifting your eyes you could see Wanda glancing at you and the twins frowning in confusion.

“What is Olympia? “ Tommy asked tasting the word on his lips, Balder opened his eyes wide, grabbing the young twin by his shoulders.

“You don't know??” Tommy scowled, lowering his eyes and shaking his head.

“It's the best place on earth!!” Balder turned to you and Loki. “Pleaseee, can we go?”

You raised your brows at Wanda, your eyes finding hers. The young woman was just as confused as her children, your heart shrank st the sheer familiarity you saw on those three faces. America pressed her lips together, she could see the conflicting emotions running through your eyes, the change in your posture, the softening in your expression.

The young woman clenched her jaw tightly, fighting over the myriad of thoughts passing through her mind. America was ready to burst out until a familiar hand grabbed her softly, she turned to see Kate offering a single shake of her head while pulling her aside.

“so, what do you say? We could have something to eat and discuss the preparations for the Ball.” You proposed shrugging, you could see the conflicting emotions running through those green eyes, but you could also see the lost battle as soon as the twins turned to her with begging eyes.

“I guess we could…” Wanda winced when the twins squealed and soon everyone was just walking outside the building.

Yelena caught up to America and Kate, her hand closing on America's wrist.

“What are you doing? Aren't you going to tell your sister about Maximoff?”

America hesitated for a moment, she turned to see you talking lightly with the other woman. Your face had changed completely, no longer wearing the wrinkles of concern or boredom you usually wear after a long day in the office. There weren't any signs of tiredness or anxiousness you got whenever you were with Carol. There wasn't even the dark cloud above your head, the one you had been wearing all week long, whatever was happening through your head, America could see the positive effect Wanda had on you. And without a doubt, the young woman knew you had a positive effect on Wanda.

“I think she should know.” Kate commented to America's side.

“It is only right.” Loki chimed in, America hesitated and it was Kamala the only one to actually voice what America had been thinking all along.

“But it is Professor Manximoff's secret, we can't go around telling everyone much less Y/N about this.” Kamala crossed her arms standing her ground.

“Why not?”

“Have you seen Y/N? Or, Professor Maximoff for that matter?” The group all turned to Y/N and Wanda. “Whatever we say or do right now could be bad for…”

“For them.” America shook her head turning to her friends with a determined stare in her eyes. “Let's give them time, I agreed that this can't be kept a secret, but for now we should be able to protect Wanda's privacy.”

The group hesitated for a moment before all of them nodded. They could keep the secret, for now. But for America the situation was turning into something really problematic, and her first instinct was to make sure you were okay, that you were happy. Thus, with a pursed of her lips she decided it was time for her to give you a push in the right direction.

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Olympia ended up being a restaurant right outside the city.

It was a five storey building, it was surrounded by a beautiful garden with fountains made of Led lights. The twins were dumbstruck, walking down the road leading from the parking lot to the main entrance. To their side Balder had taken the task to explain what they would find inside, and you had taken your spot right beside Wanda to do just the same.

“I can't believe you never heard of this place.” Wanda tilted her head, her eyes watching with some amusement your childish excitement and the small smile playing upon your lips.

She thought your giddiness was quite adorable, and she had to stop herself from just leaning in and grab your hand in hers. Her heart hammering against her chest at the mere thought.

The restaurant was owned by the most peculiar family; they had built the place as a theme restaurant in which families and friends could come over to enjoy games, shows and nice warm meals. Wanda and the twins were awestruck at the sight of mythological creatures and decorations welcoming newest arrivals.

The smile on your lips softened at the sight of Wanda walking around the place with the twins shying away with big eyes glancing around the place. You could tell this was her first time in such a place, and a part of you had to wonder if Wanda had never been in a place like this one.

“Mommy, can we go?” Tommy asked shyly pointing at the playground to the right, Wanda hesitated with her breath caught in her throat when your hand rested on hers.

“It is completely secure, and they would have America and the others watching over them while we look for a table.” You said to Wanda, your thumb making soothing circles on the back of her hand. “What do you say, Princess? I know it must be quite the tortuous experience to be with me but we can…”

“It's not a tortuous experience.”Wanda replied, cutting herself off before she could reveal something else.

You nodded curtly letting go of her hand before nodding towards the lifts.

“I know just the place for you and the twins to enjoy this first time.”

You waited patiently for an answer, you were trying to quiet down the thoughts running inside your head. The best policy you could apply to just ignore the growing need to connect with the redhead standing in front of you. You had missed your conversations with her, the banter you had formed with the woman after a fateful day in which you had come to appreciate the twins. For more than a week you had tried to reason with yourself and the piercing need to talk to Wanda.

When she didn't answer, and it was quite evident she was avoiding you, something in you broke a little. You were not one to beg, so you stopped writing after two days, but seeing her again you knew you couldn't let go without, at least, trying to forge a friendship with Wanda.

Because that was all you wanted, right?

Friendship.

And that was all Wanda was ready to give you, right?

Friendship.

“Don't worry, Professor, they are in the best…Yelena, No!”

Kamala screamed running after Yelena who was already trying to steal a Nerf gun from a kid, Balder and the twins were already getting armed with Loki giving clear instructions. America winced chuckling while Kate rolled her eyes crossing her arms.

“Guys…” You said and America waved at you.

“I know, I know.”

Kate turned to Wanda, wincing a little, “Don't worry, I made sure they are okay.”

Wanda chewed on her lower lip, her eyes had not stopped checking the crowded restaurant while her own panic rose inside her throat at the sight of the twins mixing up with the rest of the children. You could tell she was tensed, her eyes worrying but what you saw there was actually terror.

In just a second, Wanda was breathing hard, her eyes going wide open and body covered with a thin layer of cold sweat. She started trembling, and you could tell she was about to have a breakdown. Without thinking too much you stood in her line of vision, your hand grabbing hers in yours.

“Hey, Wands, it's okay, they are going to be fine.” You spoke softly, soothing words and brushed caresses on her hands while you dragged her away from the crowded hall. “It's okay, come…you're going to be fine.”

Wanda clenched her eyes closed, and she let you take her away until the sound of a bell echoed in a closed room and soon. The sound of people disappeared. Wanda opened her eyes only to see you looking back at her, you offered a reassuring smile with the lift sliding all the way to the last floor.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked, Wanda flushed looking away.

“Yes.” Her tone was cold, and you could tell she was embarrassed by the scene.

“You know, there is nothing to be emb…”

“I know.” She cut in exiting the lift as soon as the doors opened.

You scowled, glancing at your reflection before following the young woman out. The fifth floor was something out of a Jurassic Park movie, wherever she turned there was a jungle like atmosphere with replicas of dinosaurs around. You couldn't help the half smile stepping inside the floor while locating a good table. This was, by far, your favourite place to be; you walked past Wanda, your eyes sweeping the place really quick until you found the person you had been looking for.

“Ajak!”

The woman straightened up, turning sharply towards you, her eyes going big while a grin broke on her face. She gave some final instructions before approaching you with arms outstretched to engulf you in a tight embrace.

“Y/N! And here I thought you had forgotten all about me, mija.” Ajak stepped back giving you a once over, her eyes sharp and witty taking into the form of Wanda who was standing at a safe distance before they settled on you.

“Never, Ajak, but work and life has consumed most of my time.” You winced apologetically. “But I am here and I have new guests that have never tasted your amazing cuisine.”

Wanda found herself under black, piercing eyes that were a mixture of warmth and curiosity. The woman stretched out her hand, Wanda took it in hers almost wincing at the tight grasp.

“Now, a guest of Y/N will always be welcome, I'm Ajak.”

Wanda offered a tentative smile, her eyes going to you then back at Ajak.

“I'm Wanda.”

“Well, we cannot have this! A table for two? For you and your date.”

“No!” The quick, rather panicky scream coming from Wanda and yourself made Ajak turn suspicious eyes to you then to Wanda.

You knew you were blushing, but you didn't dare to look over at Wanda before clearing your throat to clarify the situation.

“We're not… She is not.. I mean… She is my sister's teacher so we just…”

“Yeah, no date or, her sister is my babysitter and…”

Whatever else the both of you were going to add soon died off while you just stood there rather awkwardly. Ajak snorted, shaking her head while pointing to the tables.

“So not table for two…”

“We came here with everyone, America and her friends and Wanda's children.”

Ajak nodded in understanding, finally pointing to the furthest corner in the room pointing to a balcony and a couple of torches.

“Well, you can have the spot by the balcony, I will send someone soon…” Ajak then winked at you, and there was a hint of mischief in her eyes as she continued. “It's always good to have you back, and this time around with such a beautiful woman by your side.”

You put a hand on your face hiding away your embarrassment, Wanda merely clapped her lips closed blushing lightly at the implications of those words. Without nothing much to say, you and her were led directly to the last spot.

“This is beautiful.” Wanda sighed dreamily, lifting her eyes to the sky above their heads lowering her gaze to see the outline of the city on the horizon.

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest, you furrowed your brows turning away to glance outside the balcony.

“I still can't believe you didn't know about this place.” You commented lightly. “This is the best restaurant in the whole East Coast, and it can be quite fun to spend some time with friends and family.”

Wanda sighed knowing she had missed the chance to get to know the world right outside her universe. She did not know much about the world, or places outside Westview or the events Vision used to take her to. The only holidays they had shared had been to Sokovia for the funeral of her father, a holiday she would always remember. Wanda jerked awake when a warm hand placed softly in her hand, she turned sharply to you and her breath caught on her throat.

“Are you okay?” You asked tentatively, Wanda stepped back from your grasp offering a shaky smile.

But before she could answer or you could say anything else the sound of laughter and loud conversation distracted the both of you and the group of teens with the three boys came around to occupy a chair in the big table. The twins ran directly to Wanda, and their excited chatter was enough to distract Wanda of her thoughts and the emotional situation she found herself in.

Dinner was a strange event for Wanda and yourself. You both found yourselves sitting side by side with everyone sharing stories about school and Summer holidays, the twins were quiet watching and hearing everything while enjoying the dinner. Your eyes never drifted away from Wanda for too long, the young woman was quiet at first, her fingers tapping on the table while holding a strained smile hovering protectively around the twins.

Wanda had always been a mystery for you, from the moment you met her she had been a contradiction of shyness and resolution. There were moments in which you could see a fire inside her eyes, the sharpness of her tongue and her intelligence always challenging you in ways you found fresh and exciting. There were other times in which she made herself small, the dark clouds of fear and uncertainty shadowing those flames while offering a vulnerable side you wished you could protect.

You snorted, shaking your head while everyone at the table laughed, your eyes drifted slightly only to see Wanda glancing at you with amusement.

“And then, of course, Y/N had to come out of there all dressed up in clothes that were not even hers and mom and dad decided to have the talk with both of us.”

All the twins winced while Wanda chuckled, raising a single eyebrow. You rolled your eyes hiding your blush, the twins scrunched up their noses looking around until Billy decided to speak.

“What talk?” He asked innocently, and the question soon quieted down the laughter making everyone squirmed on their spots.

This time around you raised a brow at Wanda, daring her to answer that question to them.

“Want to explain that, Mommy Wanda?”

The deep shade of red that decorated the woman's cheeks caught you off guard. The woman looked away hiding her flustered expression, you didn't expect that reaction to your comment. Something inside you ignited with curiosity to explore that sudden discovery, but soon Balder decided to break the uncomfortable tension in the room with his own innocent comment.

“The talk about sex, dummy!”

“Balder!”Loki exclaimed, slapping his hand while his little brother turned big curious eyes his way.

“How does he know about that?” Kamala asked, but Loki made a face.

“He overheard Thor, and he is a little brat that can't keep his mouth shut.”

“You’re the brat!”

Loki opened his mouth to retort but you lifted your hand shaking your head. The uncomfortable moment had passed, but you were still thinking about Wanda's reaction.

“Okay, you two stop it, let's choose the desert.”

“Dessert?” Tommy turned to Wanda. “Can we have dessert, mommy?”

You smirked watching as Wanda squirmed under your stare, she was trying really hard to ignore you but you made sure this time around it was impossible for her to do so.

“Oh, what do you say mommy, can we?” You spoke before you could censor yourself, Wanda glared at you clenching her fists closed.

“Y/N, really?” America asked in disbelief, she glared at you and you opened your mouth.

“Just stop, it is not as funny as you think it is.” Wanda turned around, softening her facial expression while placing a hand on Tommy's head. “I think we should go. Perhaps another time.”

You yelped, feeling the kick in your chin, turning around you saw America flaring at you still but this time around she was pointing to the other woman, her eyes big and eyebrows raised trying to speak to you without words.

The twins moaned in protest, but Wanda was already standing up until she felt your hand on hers. She didn't turn around, but you didn't need to, you stood up and circled the young woman standing in front of her, your free hand on Tommy's shoulder.

“Please, desserts here are delicious and… It's on me.”

“I don't think…” Wanda started but her resolution crumbled as soon as you stepped forward. Your eyes softened greatly, and your next words piercing Wanda's resolution.

“Please, sorry I was an ass, I just don't know how to act when I'm around someone like you.” You didn't mean to be this honest, you knew everyone was watching the interaction and probably this conversation would be something America wouldn't let go anytime soon.

“Like me?” Wanda asked confusedly.

You broke into a bitter smile shrugging, “like you.”

The silence would have grown even more uncomfortable if it hadn't been by Kamala and Kate that soon were making quite the ruckus to select the best dessert of the night.

“Why do you like to make my life more difficult than it already is?” The question left her lips before she could stop it, and while she didn't quite mean to ask that, once she had said it a burning desire to know grew in her.

You blinked a couple of times, looking away while shrugging.

“I don't know.” You sighed lifting your gaze to the woman in front of you. “You just…Make it too easy and I just can't help it.”

Wanda let go of Tommy who had joined the others around America and Kate that were now explaining what each dessert had. Wanda had enjoyed her afternoon with her children and her students, that you were there with her had been just a plus she was still trying to pretend she didn't enjoy.

Truth was, if she were to accept why she was so conflicted with your presence, why she had been avoiding you for the last couple of days, why she got so nervous around you. She would be admitting to something up until a couple of months ago she thought was a sin with someone that was already engaged in a relationship.

Wanda had a lot to lose and nothing to gain. So it was better to pretend nothing was happening, it was easier to break something that was just starting to grow.

“My grandparents and Tony's parents started the tradition of the Winter Festival.” Your voice broke into Wanda's thoughts, she turned to you quite surprised and you offered a single smile nodding towards the balcony.

The morning breeze brushed against your cheeks, you leaned forward with the palm of your hand stretched out to receive the first snowflakes of the season.

“My grandmother was a writer, and she was quite the romantic fella.” You chuckled remembering your childhood, the stories your grandmother used to tell right before going to bed. “She thought that a Ball and a festival around the Holidays would bring everyone together and would make a good way to find love.”

“A dreamer, then.” Wanda offered a half smile, she wrapped her arms around herself standing a few feet away from you.

The night had been strange, but not unpleasant. She couldn’t remember the last time she went out to a nice restaurant to eat, or to have some amount of fun and see her children free the way they had been that night. She looked at you out of the corner of her eyes, her heart fluttering lightly when you continued talking about your family and the traditions of the school, your tone of voice softening with the weight of memories and wishfulness. The confusion Wanda had been experimenting as of late was diminishing as you continue speaking, and the young woman knew sooner or later she would need to face whatever was growing inside her heart.

But for now, she could pretend.

“Then, whatever we do, whatever we plan, must be incredible.” Wanda stated after you had finished talking, you snorted shrugging.

“It’s a matter of honour.” You replied conspiratorially, your eyes twinkling at her reaction. “Believe me, we have been at this since we were at school so…”

Wanda chuckled shaking her head, for what little she knew about you and the others, everyone had gone to the same school and your friendship was based on banter and familiarity. She had seen firsthand how competitive all of them were, the great friendship amongst the families that controlled a whole school and many important businesses in the world. Wanda’s face fell for a moment, she had entered a world that could turn against her at any moment, one wrong step, or one wrong word could kick her out and leave her exposed to the man she had been running from. Natasha had been right when she said this would be important for her, and while Wanda didn’t think for one moment the older woman had tricked her in any way, she knew right now great things were expected from her, a payment for the favours she had received so far.

Movement to her side called her attention, and Wanda soon found herself far too close to you. From this distance she could see the light in your eyes, the small happy wrinkles around your eyes and the curve of your lips. She could also feel the warm emanating from your body, and a part of her, a crazy almost childish part of her, wondered what would happen if she were to close the distance…

Have you ever been attracted to someone other than Vision? Have you wondered what would have happened if people didn’t try to tell you who you should love or be with?

The words of her last therapy session with Hope resounded inside Wanda’s head, but before anything happened you chuckled nodding your head towards the restaurant.

“You’re gonna have two kids running on sugar rush in a moment, you know that, right?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the glance of pure horror she put on as soon as she realized the twins were eating a huge plate of dessert while bouncing restlessly on the chairs.

“They have never had so much sweet before…” Wanda started worriedly, your grabbed her hand winking playfully at her.

“Then, let me help you with tiring them up so you won’t suffer later on.”

“What do you mean..?”

“Well, this restaurant has many playgrounds, and I’m friends with the owner so…let’s go, time for you and me to play some!”

Wanda was not sure what was happening, or what exactly were you talking about. But whatever it was, she didn’t care at the moment, the only think she could think was your hand wrapped tenderly around hers, and the childish grin playing on your lips. Everything else was forgotten.

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It was way past midnight by the time you parked Wanda’s car in the garage.

“You didn’t have to come with me.” Wanda shifted her position on the front seat, she turned slightly to see Tommy and Billy fast asleep.

You turned off the care tilting your head to see the twins then at Wanda who was looking completely tired. While it was true that you didn’t need to drive Wanda and the twins back home, but you couldn’t help yourself; you offered while lending your car to America so she could take the other’s home.

A part of you didn’t want the night to be over yet.

“I know but I just figured you may need some help with those two.” You pointed to the twins, Wanda smiled softly.

“Thank you.” She mumbled lowering her gaze, her hand closer to yours. “I don’t remember the last time I have so much fun.”

You smiled satisfied, “I’m glad to hear that.”

There was a moment of silence filled only with the knowledge that you were lost. As soon as you lifted your gaze you could see those green eyes glancing back at you, Wanda was looking confused and tired. But there was evidently some sort of happiness in her face, she was relaxed and for a moment your thought perhaps the weight she had been carrying was lifted. Not for the first time you wondered what had happened to her, what had really brought her to your doorstep with two kids and not husband.

It's not my secret to share.

“I think you should have more moments like this one, you and the kids.” You said after a moment, breaking the growing silence in the car.

“I think we are still getting use to this.” Wanda replied softly, and while she didn’t elaborate you could tell that this was part of the past you were dying to get to know.

“Well, if there is any way for me to help you loosen up more, Princess, don’t hesitate to tell me.” You winked at her enjoying the soft colouring on her cheeks, Wanda straightened up trying to gather her thoughts.

“Right, I think we need to first work on the preparations for the festival and…” She trailed off when you placed a hand on hers.

“Yes, yes…don’t worry about that, Princess.” You then opened the door and grabbed the car keys. “Come, I will help you take these two to bed.”

It didn’t take too long to take the twins into their room, both of them protested and turned around as soon as their bodies touched their beds. The only thing Wanda could take off of them were his shoes and jackets, she was about to insist on them getting in their pyjamas but your hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Let them be, we really tired them up in the laser tag.” You whispered by the door, Wanda hesitated for a moment making sure that the boys were only on their shirts and with a blanket on top of them.

“I guess it wouldn’t make any difference.”

Wanda whispered back making her way towards you, finally the tiredness of the day was catching up to her and you could see the bags under her eyes and the cold of night sneaking inside her clothes. You pulled her out of the room gently, closing the door behind you leading the young woman to the hall and the stairs, Wanda stood by the stairs glancing at you then at the door down the hall. You shifted on your feet before glancing down the stairs.

“Look, today was nice.” You stated scratching the nape of your neck. “I haven’t had so much fun in a long time.”

“Me neither.” Wanda answered truthfully, her lisp curling slightly at the memory. “And the twins, they were happy too.”

You nodded smiling, “yeah, I could tell.”

Wanda put her right arm on her forearm, she glanced down then back at you.

“I’m sorry I was avoiding you this last week.” Wanda finally said without looking you in the eye, this was easier said than done, and while the reasons of her avoiding you were not clear for you, Wanda was not about to admit them yet.

“I’ve been having a long week, and I just…”

“Hey, that’s okay, I guess. I understand.” You replied leaning in, making it impossible for Wanda to look away. “I just hope you’re not doing it anymore because we need to start making preparations, and I was hoping you would come to my place and have some lunch.”

Wanda opened her eyes; she nodded slowly still a little confused until you rolled your eyes at her.

“You know? So we can start planning the Winter Festival.”

“Oh, right, yes, sure.” Wanda bounced slightly, flustered she tried to hide her yawn but it was almost impossible to do so.

“Go to sleep, Wands. See you tomorrow.”

Before either of you could do something, anything at all, you decided to lean in and kiss Wanda on her cheek. It was a short brush of lips, but it was enough to make her catch her breath and warm all over.

And just like that, you turned around and left before anything could be done or said.

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Next Chapter: Reader and Wanda start getting closer, the twins like this new addition to their family. America and Kate find themselves at a crossroads after Riri decides to play a flirty game, and Carol is at her wit's end with Reader. Someone from Wanda's past come into the scene, and Reader is dangerously clueless about the whole situation.

#fanfic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wandaxreader #female reader #imagine wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #MCU AU #Modern MCU #Wanda Maximoff/Feamle!reader

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literatecowboy · 1 year ago

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Dr. Feelgood

11. Almost Domesticity

Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: Wrote most of this in a post-organic chemistry exam haze. Nearing the end! I'm thinking ~1 more chapter and than an epilogue to slap a wholesome happy ending bow on this fic. What should I write next? Trying to start/keep writing more frequently as a brain break bc all of my classes are hardcore STEM Warnings: Hospitals, minor mention of broken bone

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“Fucking– yes!” you shrieked, throwing yourself at Simon and wrapping your arms around him, squeezing him tight. He chuckled, setting the box on the ground and sitting down, pulling you into his lap. He kissed you gently, tangling his fingers into your hair as you kissed him back. You pulled away and rested your forehead on his, smiling as you stroked his cheek.

“I love you, Simon,” you murmured, laying your head against his cheek and snuggling into him. He didn’t get a chance to reply before you winced and pulled away, rubbing at your cheek and giggling.

“You’re pokey, you need to shave,” you giggled, caressing his cheek. He took your hand and pressed a kiss to your wrist.

“I used to dislike my facial hair,” he mused, and you furrowed your brow.

“Oh, what happened to change your mind?” you asked, leaning your head on his chest.

“It grew on me.”

It took a moment for the joke to register and when it did your jaw fell open and you pushed away from him, unable to hide your laughter.

“You terrible man!” you shrieked. “The wedding’s off!” you giggled, turning to run out of the med bay. You only made it a few steps down the hall before he grabbed you by the waist and hefted you up from the ground, making you shriek and giggle and playfully push him away.

“Let me go!” you giggled, but he only held you tighter, cradling you as he carried you toward his bedroom.

“Not gonna happen, love. You’re all mine,” he said.

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You and Simon were conspicuously late to breakfast in the mess the next morning, prompting grins from Soap and Gaz.

“Ye know LT, those med bay walls aren’t as thick as ye think,” Soap said. Gaz elbowed him in the side and Soap shot him a look.

“What makes you say that?” you asked, your brow furrowing as Simon sent the sergeants a withering glare.

“Guess I didn’t peg you for a giggler, that’s all,” Soap said, wiggling his eyebrows. You felt Simon tense in his seat and rested a hand on his knee.

“We weren’t having sex,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I save that for when I get the chance to visit your mother.”

This made both Soap and Gaz laugh, and Ghost relaxed under your touch, rolling his mask up to sip the tea the boys had made him. You reached into your shirt and pulled out the necklace Simon had given you the night before, letting it rest against your shirt before returning to eating your breakfast.

It took them a minute to notice it. Gaz was the first to pause, his eyes fixed on the glittering metal as he elbowed Soap.

“Ow, what was that for?” the Scot grumbled, rubbing his side. He only looked up and found what had fascinated Gaz when the other man extended a finger to point directly at the thing. They were both frozen then, eyes wide and mouths agape. Soap was the first to look up.

“Is that - are you gonna get married to the LT?” he choked, the excitement evident in his voice.

“Yup! We’re engaged now,” you said happily, leaning your head against Ghost’s shoulder. He just kept eating, ignoring the sudden commotion until Soap sprang from his seat and practically launched himself at the lieutenant.

“Well done, mate! We oughta figure out where to have the stag party!” he shouted, pulling Simon into a bear hug. Simon indulged him for a minute before shaking him off and letting him slide to the ground.

“Don’t want one,” he grumbled, downing the last of his tea and rolling his mask back down.

“Come on, LT, going into a club or something wouldn’t kill ya. Think about it - all your drinks paid for, spending time with your mates, gettin’ a good bite after - doesn’t it sound like a grand time? Won’t even hassle you about dancin’!” Soap said. Ghost thought for a moment, then shook his head with a sigh. You rested your hand on his shoulder.

“Love the enthusiasm, but why not something quieter? Hit the seaside, grill up some food, enjoy a day in the sun. Maybe a bonfire, just the lot of you spending time together.” you suggested. This made Ghost perk up a little, which made you smile.

“I’ll think about it,” he said eventually, rising from his seat at the table. “Gonna go write up mission reports.” This made Soap groan and stand as well.

“Fuck me, I’ve got recruit duty today. Just remembered. I’ll catch you later,” he said, trotting off after putting his tray in the dirty pile.

“That leaves you and me. Want to go pick up the Captain from the hospital? He’s being discharged sometime this morning - told me to show up around 9:30.” Gaz said, offering you a smile.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss seeing that old grump for anything.” you said.

—

It didn’t take long to reach the hospital, and as you were passing through the entrance, a familiar face caught your eye. The ER supervisor you had assisted previously was coming out of the doctor’s lounge, water bottle in hand, and seemed pleasantly surprised to see you.

“Good morning!” you called out, offering her a smile as you approached.

“It’s good to see you again! I’ve been meaning to call you - I heard about the court martial you’re being put through.” she said, a frown creasing your features.

“I hope it has nothing to do with you assisting us here. I haven’t been contacted for any information, but I wanted to reassure you that I’d be happy to testify to your competency and decision making skills. You and your task force have served us well and I’d love to return the favor,” she said. You froze, shocked still by her words.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your heart swelling at her kindness. “That really - it does mean a lot to me. You could really save me here.”

“What are they trying to call malpractice? I saw to your captain when he came in the other day and he told me it was a life-or-death situation. Any reasonable medical professional would’ve been forced to come to a similar conclusion.” she said.

“The charges are bogus. Someone is trying to take the doctor away from my squad. We can’t go on missions without medics nearby - it’s almost like someone is trying to keep the task force offline.” Gaz said, folding his arms, his brow furrowing.

“My opinion is that the case will get thrown out the moment the judge examines the facts in the pretrial hearing. But, if you need me, you know where to find me for testimony. And please, don’t let this scare you and your task force away from continuing to volunteer here.” the doctor said, offering a smile as she turned and headed back toward the emergency room. You smiled.

“Guess word of the 141 doing volunteer work these past few months has gotten around. You all seem to like it though, right?” you asked as you and Gaz made your way to the elevator, heading up to Price’s room.

“Honestly it’s more fun than it seemed at first. I’m glad Price signed off on letting us spend a few hours here every week. It’s refreshing.” Gaz admitted as you stepped off the elevator and turned down the first hallway.

Price was already up and out of bed, arguing with a nurse as she tried to get him to sit in a wheelchair.

“Really, this isn’t necessary, ma’am. I feel well enough to walk.” he said. The woman was unflinching, her arms folded over her chest as she nodded at the wheelchair.

“No, sit down. Would you rather spend another night here? I won’t have you collapsing in the hallway, sir.” she barked, pointing a finger at the wheelchair.

“Best listen to what she has to say, Captain. We’ve got work to do. Can’t have you stuck here for the rest of your life.” you teased. He sighed and begrudgingly sat down. The nurse passed Gaz his things in a clear plastic bag and then you all set off for the car waiting down below.

“Missed you, Cap. Got some news you might be excited about,” you said, hopping into the car and buckling your seatbelt as Price and Gaz did the same.

“Did the charges get dropped? I’ve been laid up in that bed with no intel. Laswell’s working on it but nobody would tell me anything. The nurses kept saying I need to ‘heal.’” he grumbled, gazing out the window as Gaz pulled out of the hospital lot and toward the 141’s homebase.

“Not yet, but I spoke to a colleague who said she’d be willing to testify on my behalf. It seems the charges are likely to be thrown out at the first hearing.” you said, fishing the necklace out of your shirt and turning around in your seat to show it to Price.

“What’s that?” he asked, leaning forward to get a better look at it but wincing as his abdomen contracted.

“Simon and I are getting married,” you said with a smile, taking the necklace off for him to better examine the thing. His eyes widened and a smile grew across his face as he took it in his hands, examining the delicate metal thoroughly.

“Congratulations, love, you two work well together. I’m happy I’ll have you around for good now,” he said, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiled.

“Soap wants to have a stag party for ‘im but he’s a bit resistant to the idea. Help me talk him into it?” Gaz asked, looking in the rearview mirror. Price nodded.

“Gonna talk to him as soon as we get back. Need to tell him I’m damn proud - I’m sure I can weasel in the suggestion of a little celebration.”

—

That night as you were busy treating a recruit’s broken wrist, Price slipped out of the med bay and made his way down to Ghost’s office near the back of the building. He didn’t have to knock more than once before the door opened.

“Good to see you, cap. How do you feel?” Ghost asked, showing Price inside before shutting the door and sitting back down at his desk.

“Good, now that I’m back here. Never much liked doctors or hospitals, but that woman of yours - she’s different. Makes me feel safe when she’s around.” he said, sitting heavily on the couch.

“Me too.” Ghost murmured just softly enough that Price barely heard it.

“She told me you asked her to marry you. I’m proud of you, son. You’ve got a good woman and you’re smart to keep her.” he said, producing two cigars from his pocket and offering one to Ghost, who took it and rolled up his mask.

“I love her.” Ghost admitted frankly, rolling up his mask and accepting the light offered by Price. They sat in silence for a while, smoking together.

“Soap wants to throw you a party. Doesn’t have to be anything outrageous, but you should let him. If he doesn’t throw one for you, he will for her, and who knows what kind of trouble they would get up to,” Price said.

“Was thinkin’ - have an idea for something we could do,” Ghost said, leaning back in his seat. “It’s a bit big. Would need your approval.”

“Hit me with it.” Price said.

“Want to take her back home to California for a little surprise vacation. Would bring the rest of you too. Could call that a joint stag and hen thing,” Ghost said. Price nodded.

“Good idea as usual, Simon. We’ll go as soon as everything here is settled.”

—

The next day, as you were supervising training (and occasionally joining in) an official bearing documents from the legal department came in to notify you of your court date - three weeks to the day. You were set up for an appointment with your appointed lawyer. Everything was set.

The time passed slowly. You spent your days with the 141: helping Soap and Gaz train recruits during the day before going out for drinks at night and keeping Price company as he healed and helping him manage the operations of the task force. You spent more time with Simon, though - cooking together, watching movies, going on dates and making love. You would almost use the word domestic to describe your life.

Every week you’d wrangle the boys into the car to go volunteer at the hospital. Ghost was a delight in the NICU - babies, when placed into his large arms, would stop crying instantly. Soap was a preferred playmate in the pediatric ward and thoroughly enjoyed coloring with the children. Gaz spent his time at the hospital charming elderly women in their knitting circles and modeling their creations. Price also volunteered with the elderly but spent most of his time on the ward swapping war stories with old veterans. You assisted in the emergency and trauma departments where you could, having more than earned the trust of the medical professionals there.

But the court date loomed, and before long, it arrived. You showed up to the courtroom early, the rest of the 141 at your back, but they were not allowed to sit up front with you. Instead, they sat in the bench directly behind you, all well-dressed in suits. Ghost had even swapped his balaclava for a black medical mask.

You had helped him tie his tie earlier in the morning, and he had pulled you in for a long kiss and a reassuring word before you set out.

“Whatever happens in there - whatever happens to us from here until forever - I’ve always got you.”

Chapter 12

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velteris · 2 years ago

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Frieren timeline

The only timeline available on the wiki isn’t super fleshed out with exact dates and counting backwards etc. So I decided to make my own.

Notes:

1. Spoilers for up to manga ch119 (the most recent at this time)

2. Even if it’s likely just a rough measure (“three hundred years ago”), I’m gonna assume when doing my math that it was exactly 300 years, because otherwise I can’t do most of the math

3. I skip most events that don’t have an exact year, eg Fern and Stark respective being taken in by Heiter and Eisen. I do make some estimates (eg Sein’s birthday, we only know he’s in mid-30s so he can’t have been born any further back than year xx).

4. Standardised year 0 as the year the demon king was defeated

5. Realised about 2/3rds through that I could be writing down chapter citations but at that point it was too late lol sorry

behold!

-3,000: Earliest mentioned date, by Frieren re: dwarf beliefs; most people believed the dead turn to dust, so pre-Goddess. Unclear when Goddess actually starts appearing.

[Emperor Boshaft alive, so is Milliarde, Frieren in village]

-1,000: Frieren becomes Flamme’s apprentice

-950: Flamme passes away*

-510: the last time Frieren fought a demon (quite likely Macht, as in year 80 she says 600 years ago, which would be -520. What’s a decade here and there?)

-420: Frieren restores her golden arm

-422: Aura became one of the seven sages of destruction

-322: the last time Frieren saw another elf, Grandfather Voll starts to protect village

-222: the last time Kraft saw another elf

-120: Fass finds Emperor Boshaft’s alcohol, Gehn starts working on his village’s bridge

-26: Himmel is born

-11?: Hero of the South visits Frieren and dies a year later; tells her she’ll meet Himmel soon**

-10: Hero Party sets out from capital

[Hero Party kills Immortal Bose and pushes back Aura sometime during this period]

-3: Goddess arc (Himmel is 23), Hero Party seals Qual***

0: Demon King defeated, Era Meteors, Macht starts to serve^

2: Denken born

20: Macht is braceleted

28: Continental Magic Association started (at latest), Lernen was first first-class mage

29: Denken came to Auberst with his wife (who died when he was in his twenties); Denken’s wife presumably passed away very soon after

30: last sighting of a Darkness Dragon (per random apothecary); Weis turned to gold and sealed

39: Earliest possible Sein birthday (he would be 40); humanity learns to fly

45: Wirbel born

50: 2nd Era Meteors; Himmel passes away; Aura reappears, demon activity increases in north and baby Wirbel makes promise

61: Stark is born earlier in the year after winter; Fern is born some time after harvest festival but before the last three months of the year

68: Graf Granat’s son dies in war against Aura

69: Sein’s friend Gorilla left

70: Frieren and Fern meet

74: Heiter collapses

75: Stark runs away from Eisen

76: Heiter passes away; Frieren and Fern set out on their journey

76.5: half a year spent looking for blue moonweed

77: Fern turns 16 (after spring, latest autumn)

78: 3+ Months spent at seaside town cleaning beach

79: wintered with Kraft, Stark’s 18th bday (after spring), meet Sein around harvest festival (time is a bit funky since it gets cold and then warm after this?)^^

80: El Dorado arc

81: first chapter after El Dorado. As of ch119, we are here, 31 years after Hero Himmel’s death!

and in the future…

97: Tod’s “curse” will engulf the star?

100: Next meteor shower. Fern and Stark would be 39.

149: Frieren promised to be back at hero’s sword village by this time

1079: Frieren may return to the Continental Mage Association :)

*Assuming she died soon after Frieren’s last shown convo with her where she said “it’s only been 50 years”

**Unclear just when was the Frieren/Hero of the South meeting, so it could technically be anywhere before, but -11 is the most recent it could be

***Frieren says it’s been 80 years in year 77. If she’s being precise then this is the date—but I have doubts as Qual was sealed in the Central Lands, and Hero Party should be well into the Northern Plateau near the goddess monument by this point.

^Technically I think Macht starts to serve a leetle bit before the demon king is defeated, but no time frame given for how long it took Macht and Glück to have those convos

^^To be more precise: they start the year’s winter with Kraft. Then it gets warm, and Stark’s birthday happens. Harvest festivals are usually in autumn, which is when they meet Sein, and then it gets cold enough for the gang to wear their winter gear again, and they spend a winter (or a cold snap?) with Sein. When they get to Auberst they spend an additional two months training with Fern while waiting for the exam to start. But when they finally leave Auberst in ch61, and aren’t wearing their winter clothes anymore, it’s still listed as 29 years post-Himmel death??? There’s a mention of it being because they’re in the volcanic belt… But seriously, year 79 goes on and on. I honestly think the authors just forgot to find a good spot to switch that over lol

#frieren #sousou no frieren #behold my work #and merry christmas lol

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 2 years ago

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Hi so I’m an incoming freshman I have autism and ADHD I was wondering do you have any tips for high school specifically for people with autism and ADHD like me? Thank you for your time!!

Hi there,

It’s been out of school since 2015, so I’m rusty with tips. However I did find one article listing 12 tips that might help:

1. You don’t need ONE study space.

A well-stocked desk in a quiet place at home is key, but sometimes you need variety. Coffee shops, libraries, parks, or even just moving to the kitchen table will give you a change of scenery which can prompt your brain to retain information better.

2. Track more than HW in your school planner.

Keeping a calendar helps you plan ahead—but you’ve got more going on than just homework assignments! Make sure you’re marking your extracurricular, work, and social commitments, too. (Tests, band practice, away games, SAT dates, half-days and holidays are just a few examples of reminders for your planner.)

3. Start small.

If you’ve got a big assignment looming, like a research paper, stay motivated by completing a piece of the project every few days. Write one paragraph each night. Or, do 5 algebra problems from your problem set at a time, and then take a break.

4. School supplies (alone) don’t make you organized.

Come up with a system and keep to it. Do you keep one big binder for all your classes with color-coded tabs? Or do you prefer to keep separate notebooks and a folder for handouts? Keep the system simple—if it’s too fancy or complicated, you are less likely to keep it up everyday.

5. Get into a routine.

When will you make the time to do your homework every day? Find the time of day that works best for you (this can change day-to-day, depending on your schedule!), and make a plan to hit the books.

6. Learn how to create a distraction-free zone.

A study on workplace distractions found that it takes workers an average of 25 minutes to return to what they were working on pre-interruption. Try turning off your phone notifications or blocking Twitter (temporarily) on your computer so you can concentrate on the homework tasks at hand.

7. Get real.

When you’re looking at the homework you have to get done tonight, be realistic about how long things actually take. Gauging that reading a history chapter will take an hour and writing a response will take another 30 minutes will help you plan how you spend your time.

8. Use class time wisely.

Is your teacher finished lecturing, but you still have 10 minutes of class left? Get a jump on your chemistry homework while it’s still fresh in your mind. Or use the time to ask your teacher about concepts that were fuzzy the first time.

9. Look over your notes each night to make sure you've got it.

Fill in details, edit the parts that don’t make sense, and star or highlight the bits of information that you know are most important. Interacting with your notes will help you remember them. You can also use Homework Help to get your questions answered 24/7.

10. Study a little every day.

Cramming Spanish vocabulary for a quiz might work in the short-term, but when comes time to study for midterms, you’ll be back at square 1. You might remember the vocab list long enough to ace the quiz, but reviewing the terms later will help you store them for the long haul.

11. Don’t let a bad grade keep you down.

A rough start to the semester doesn’t have to sink your GPA. Take proactive steps by checking your grades regularly online and getting a tutor if you need one.

12. Make a friend in every class.

Find a few people you can contact from each of your classes if you have a homework question or had to miss class (and do the same for them!). Then when it comes time to study for exams, you'll already have a study group.

The article will be below:

I hope this helps. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

#inbox #inbox reply #inbox is open

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pennyblossom-meta · 22 days ago

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Active plotlines in the Ides of April

Skip this post in case you've not read up to Chapter 07.

Contains spoilers, thoughts from the author and confusing notes with references. I'm writing this to situate myself given the big jumps and heavy plotlines the next few chapters will feature.

As you can tell, I enjoy planning this story far too much. Feel free to drop me a note, ask questions via anon or just argue with some of the plot points below.

Proceed with caution.

Main story -> The Ides of April Companion story -> The Curious Case of Anna Green.

Romance plot

I'll add the chapter references for this section.

Anna & L

Anna's bloody gauze(s) (chapters 1, 5 + companion story). No DNA match in any international database. Watari surreptitiously picks up a second set of gauzes for further testing in chapter 5 when Anna runs into him with yet another nosebleed at the To-Ho parking lot, during Misa's arrest sequence.

Anna's coin collection (chapter 2 + companion story). Watari confirms to L that a) one of the coins is called bu, real currency from the Edo period,

Watari: "(...) The bu is an authentic coin from the Edo Period, nowadays often on display at museums or secured by ancient history collectors. One single piece would be up for sale starting at 1.5 thousand, subject to the seller’s reputation."

and b) the Gringotts coin is made of pure gold and is neither fake or actively in circulation. L wonders if Anna was telling the truth when she mentioned it was exonumia (i.e., a collectible, not officially issued as currency by a government).

Watari: “The second coin is made of solid gold, though the minting — remarkable as it is — doesn’t match any known branch. The coinage alone is entirely unknown even if it bears Gringotts Foundation inscriptions, as they're not officially in circulation."

Anna's 1989 Macintosh Portable, quills, inkpots, books meant for different courses and inappropriate, old, leather suitcase (chapter 3 + companion story). L finds the entire apparatus questionable and makes a mental note of its strangeness.

L (and Near) run into a wall when trying to investigate Anna (companion story). So far, they've confirmed several red herrings and inconsistencies. It seems that Anna has not been present for the entrance exams, though the scores the got were not good. It begs the question why she was allowed to enrol in the first place.

Near: "(...) no record that Anna Green was ever present for the entrance exams, though, allegedly, she has scores for them. Below average at best, mediocre to the point that, under normal circumstances, no one with this poor of a performance would be considered for admission."

Additionally, she's taken up classes from different graduate schools, which shouldn't be possible,

L: "(...) Indeed, he thinks mildly, it was as if someone with no understanding of academia picked whichever classes they deemed most interesting, across several courses — and different schooling years. Like a patched blanket with no thought or structure, just a lot of questionable decisions along the way."

The only data available on Anna exists in the To-Ho student process. L considers whether she might be part of a smuggling network --- or in witness protection, possibly running away from a cult. Otherwise, there's not even records of Anna getting into Japan.

Near: “...doesn’t exist as a citizen of any country…no travel records in any airline or shipping company coming into or out of Japan…"

It's impossible to find anything on the father beyond his name (in Anna's student process): Atticus Cornelius Green. The mother has a birth certificate in Italy, 1955,, though nothing more can be found after age 11 until her death in Leicestershire, UK, in 1987, due to a freak accident. The maternal grandfather died shortly after from prolonged illness, though 'grief' was recorded as the catalyst.

Uses the highly selective, but virtually unknown and with no online presence, Goodfellow's Bank to pay for tuition, registered under the "apparently long-lived Gringotts Foundation", which was created in the mid 1800's. Mello could not find the physical office allegedly located in Charing Cross Road, London, and no one in the vicinity seemed to remember there ever was a bank by that name.

Anna's house, registered near Windsor, UK, is a ruin (according to Mello, although this was Muggle-Repelling Charms at work). In Japan, she's registered to live at an apartment 5m from away from the university, at the 8th floor. However, the building plans were changed a month before university started in April, stating the building has 7 floors, not 8.

In short, L is extremely suspicious of Anna for all these inconsistencies and the smokescreens, which appear perfectly plausible until investigated to the detail. However, he doesn't think she fits the profile to be Kira, nor is there anything tying her to the case. This is why he doesn't give her the Misa treatment, as there's no evidence to sustain the hypothesis.

L enjoys looking at Anna's picture (companion story). First hints of subtle romance.

L: "He skims through the first 10 pages for an overview, gaze tarrying for a few seconds too long on the picture of a young woman before he turns his attention to the screen."

Anna witnesses Misa's arrest and is subsequently "kidnapped" by L and Watari to keep the case under wraps (chapters 5, 6, 7). L's long term plan is to appease Anna in order to manipulate her, lulling her into a false sense of security so she can be more agreeable to his attempts to extract information. Note: This is a tactic he tries to convince Light to use on Misa in the manga/anime, after they're released from their 50 day incarceration. Light refuses, but I thought it would be very much like L to use it on Anna, especially given her questionable background.

Anna's books, her strange speech patterns (chapters 3, 6, 7). L is making mental notes of Anna's strange terms, like 'moving pictures', how she didn't know how to count money when they first met and try to pay back 3 times the amount she owed Watari.

Anna's 'cat' (chapter 6, 7). Given that the Task Force found cat hairs from the Second Kira, L wants to surreptitiously test if they belong to Anna's cat.

L gets annoyed at Anna for constantly questioning him. Anna detests that L and Watari keep lying to her (chapters 6, 7). That being said, because Anna isn't behaving like a normal civilian—being unusually perceptive of his L's lies and not backing down when she should be cooperative given the circumstances—make L more mistrustful of her. He's not entirely convinced that Anna's cat exists and calculates that there's a decent likelihood that it's a lie so she can escape once out of the hotel. He's somewhat enjoying the "banter", though. He assigns Moji to act as bodyguard should something go wrong.

SPOILERS (hidden side plots, featured later on in the main and companion stories)

L learns from Mogi that Anna was the young woman he was called to arrest for trespassing at Nanushinotaki Park and that she escaped without a trace. From Matsuda, he learns that he bumped into her near To-Ho, the day Matsuda met Light and some university students to go to Aoyama. Matsuda kept Anna's omamori so he could give it back, should he ever bump into her again—and he keeps it in his person at all times. L now has Anna's omamori.

Watari and Moji let L know about the ofuda plastered at Anna's front door. L is not happy about the implications and plans to interrogate Anna about this as well.

L is momentarily speechless when he sees Rufus for the first time glaring at him with yellow eyes from Anna's arms. He thinks it's a crossbreed between a small lion and a Norwegian Forest cat and internally ponders the smuggling network theory again.

Many of Anna's books are now charmed, and they contain bits of folklore and patched bits of other writings she had in her mind at the time of the spell, like plumbing, electricity circuits, etc. L will be very intrigued.

Anna Green's solo character arc

Hints of light depression, feelings of inadequacy, content to finally be a very long way from home and on her own.

Aware of her prejudice and bias against Muggles, though a lot of it she finds to be sensible.

Misses Millicent a lot.

Worried about what it means for the yokai to be so active. Anna doesn't understand why the Ministry staff was so scared that she encountered a Nurarihyon in Tokyo.

Finds the Ministry's overzealousness to be suspicious at best. Anna doesn't understand why would ban the word 'shinigami' or close the borders into Japan, but suspects they're omitting important information from the public.

Disgruntled that she might be followed by yokai. From strange feelings around the old places in town, to her nosebleeds at campus, she senses something is afoot.

Annoyed at Justin for interceding on her behalf so she could have her request to study in a Japanese university accepted.

Generally annoyed by Ryuga's existence given how much he sticks out like a sore thumb, uncaring, when she tries so hard to fit in with the Muggles.

Very much annoyed at Ryuzaki (previously Ryuga, a lie) and Watari for lying to her and trying to manipulate her while sounding plausible. Distrusts them both.

Wants to help the Muggles with what might be a wizarding problem that's leaked into their society, but hasn't quite accepted her role into all this.

Yokai

Strangely active in Japan, no one knows why.

Follow witches and wizards across the city, drawn to their magic.

Seem to understand human speech or, rather, their emotions, but act accordingly.

Yokai are deeply unhappy that they've been wrangled by wizardkind in order to prevent the exposure of magic.

Misc

Anna seems to be somewhat infamous in Japan already, due to being the first witch to attend Muggle university.

After Hiroshima and Nagazaki, only foreign witches and wizards live in Muggle cities across Japan.

Rufus seems to have taken a shine to Watari. Odd.

Sarah is a source of great information.

Midsummer is coming.

Samhain seems to be a difficult time in Japan.

Will we see more of the shopkeeper and the Ministry staff?

Anna took down the wards at her apartment, something's bound to happen any minute.

Anna's wand is now transfigured into a bracelet. There's nuance (and potential problems) to this.

That's it for now. We're in chapter 7, going into chapter 8. Stay tuned!

#death note #l lawliet #death note meta #light yagami #fanfiction #watari #harry potter #original female character #misa amane #the ides of april

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ros3ybabe · 2 years ago

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Daily Check-in September 13th, 2023 🎀

So yesterday was absolutely one of the most productive days I have ever had, and I swear I enjoyed it so much. I got so much done, so much planned out, and I'm super happy. I also just got paid, so I bought some Japanese language learning resources, some desk organizer stuff for my ne stationery, and... some more new stationery. I can't help it, I love it all!!

🩷 What I Ate Today -

Breakfast - small bowl of boiled frozen chicken dumplings

Lunch - Leftover homemade cheeseburger and fries

Dinner - Mac and Cheese, Quesadilla

Snacks - rest of Mac and cheese

Extra - 4 cups of coffee

It has been a struggle staying awake some days so I do tend to over indulge in my coffee. It's so yummy. I also bought a matcha set so maybe I'll learn to make my own matcha drinks now and I'll cut back on the coffee?

🩷 Personal Achievements -

Swept bedroom/bathroom

Replacd old carpets with new ones

Replaced old shower liner with new one

Replaced old fitted bed sheet with new one

Organized my desk more efficiently

Washed dishes

Dyed my hair a bit again

Did a load of laundry

Put away ALL laundry in room

Took my bedroom trash out

Studied Japanese 15 min

I got just about everything on my to do list done in my room yesterday! I am super proud of myself for getting it all done. None of it was hard or took long but I had been procrastinating it so I'm just happy it got done.

🩷 Academic Achievements -

Completed and passed NUTR Exam 1

Completed and passed Culinary Quiz Ch 6

Completed and submitted Meal Three Writing Assignment

I didn't do any note taking yesterday cause I was on a video call with my boyfriend for most of the day on my Ipad, and my ipad is how I take notes. Since I don't have much to do today, I figured it'd be a good time to take some notes, watch my lecture videos, and read some textbook chapters.

🩷 To Do List for Today -

Read Ch 11 for Personal finance class + take notes

Watch Fitness For Health and Sport online lectures + take notes

Complete my Sample Nutrition Log assignment + submit it

Study Japanese 15+ min

Clean Bathroom

Attend RD mentorship meeting

Therapy

Extra Credit Meeting + mini writing assignment

I don't want to have to do too much today because I do have three separate meetings to get done today, and I believe this meeting with my first RD mentor is going to kickstart this program for me and add more to my plate. I have a meeting with my second RD mentor next week, so my schedule is gonna get very busy.

🩷 Song of the Day - Are You Satisfied by MARINA

This is a good motivational song for me to keep me on track with all my responsibilities. I love music so much, what would I do without it?

That's all for now, lovelies! Trying to get back into a self care routine is definitely a top priority right now, so expect some of that to be sprinkled into my updates again as I start becoming more successful with implementing it!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷

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helionepho · 2 months ago

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Possessive (Chap. 2)

⋆˚✿˖° Kim Sunwoo Yandere AU Chapter 2 ⋆˚✿˖°

pairing : kim sunwoo x fem!reader

genre : yandere, junior (sunwoo) x senior (you), college au, slow burn, fluff

warnings : yandere!sunwoo, stalker!sunwoo, obsessive!sunwoo, possessive!sunwoo, creepy behavior, obsessive behavior, implied smut in later chapter (18+)

disclaimer : this is purely fiction! please remember to respect the boundary between story and reality. only read if it’s something you enjoy! 𖹭

author note : the story is set in South Korea, so i gave [Y/N] a fictional Korean name—Shin Sooa. also, you’ll see the word “sunbaenim” pop up here and there. it’s a formal term used by juniors when addressing their seniors in Korea.

wc : 3.0k

status : completed

➤ chap 1 ➤ chap 3 ➤ chap 4 ➤ chap 5 ➤ chap 6 ➤ chap 7 ➤ chap 8 [suggestive] ➤ chap 9 [suggestive] ➤ chap 10 [smut] ➤ chap 11 [suggestive] ➤ chap 12 [smut] ➤ chap 13 [END]

The Hallway Encounter

As usual, the campus was busy, with students rushing to and from classes with faint murmurs of voices.

Sunwoo moved confidently through the crowded hallways, navigating the sea of people with his typical gait. His friends strolled next to him, chatting and laughing, utterly oblivious to how much you were on his mind.

He approached you in the cafe a few days ago, but the memory of that encounter still consumed him like a drug.

Then, he suddenly spotted you.

His eyes were fixed on you, drawn to your understated elegance, and his heart skipped a beat.

You were as calm and collected as ever as you took a few steps forward down the hallway. You appeared to be in no rush as you conversed with one of your friends.

Without having much thought, Sunwoo’s lips curled into a bright, warm smile, and his presence cutting through the noise of the hall.

At first, his friends were too busy talking to notice, but as Sunwoo advanced, they began to follow his eyes.

“Sunbaenim!” he called you out, his voice carrying clearly through the hallway.

You paused mid-step, clearly taken aback by his greeting. The others around you turned to look as well, their eyes flicking between the two of you in surprise.

Sunwoo's friends look confused as well. You looked a little uncertain, but then, your gaze softened, and that same graceful, calm smile of yours appeared. It was so natural, so effortless, but to Sunwoo, it felt like a thunderclap.

"Hello," you answered, your voice barely audible above a whisper, but somehow, it reverberates in his ears. The warmth of your smile was burning into his mind, and he couldn't help it.

Sunwoo stood there for a moment, stunned by your presence. His friends, still trailing behind him, exchanged confuse looks. They were clearly taken aback by the interaction.

You passed him, making brief but meaningful eye contact before moving on, your calm form vanishing down the corridor.

His friends turned to him with wide eyes and teasing smiles on their faces, still unsure of what had just happened.

“Dude, what was that? Sunbaenim? Are you two know each other or something?” one of his friends asked, raising an eyebrow. “She seems... pretty chill.”

Another friend added with a smirk, “Looks like someone’s got a soft spot for an older girl.”

They all chuckled, exchanging glances, clearly amused by Sunwoo’s uncharacteristic behavior. Sunwoo tried to ignore the taunting by forcing a smile, but something sinister was stirring inside of him.

“She’s... different,” Sunwoo replied casually, his tone steady, but his eyes burned with something more.

His friends snickered, thinking it was just another joke. “She's insanely pretty though seriously, even just now, she looks like she stepped out of a painting. No wonder you're drooling.”

Sunwoo’s eyes narrowed at the words. His smile faded just a little, the darkness lurking behind it becoming more apparent.

His words were sharp, each syllable bearing a weight too heavy for a casual conversation: "She's out of your league."

His friends paused their laughter as they were momentarily shocked by his fervent statement. Sunwoo's eyes flickered, a dangerous gleam now in them, and an eerie silence descends upon the group.

He wasn't joking. He was serious.

“Chill, man, we’re just teasing,” one of his friends said, a bit unnerved by the sudden tension in the air. “We’re just saying she’s really pretty. No need to get that possessive.”

But Sunwoo’s gaze unwavered. His friends exchanged uncertain glances, but no one dared to challenge him directly. They’ve seen his charisma, his ability to dominate a room, but this? This felt different. There was something off about the way he was reacting.

“I’m serious,” Sunwoo repeated, his tone cold, though his smile remained—this time, a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

His friends fell silent, not sure how to respond.

***

Scene: The Promise to Teach

With students rushed between classes and groups conversing in the hallways, the campus was humming with the typical energy.

You were engrossed in your most recent drawing while sitting by the window in the campus cafe with your sketchbook in hand. When you heard the all-too-familiar voice again, it was a quiet moment that you enjoyed.

“Sunbaenim,” Sunwoo’s voice called out as he stood at your table. You didn’t have to look up to know it was him. He approached with that signature smile of his—bright, warm, and somehow all too confident—and you could feel his presence, his eyes on you.

You glanced up, a soft smile curving on your lips as your gaze met his. He was standing just a little too close for a casual encounter, but you didn’t really mind. It was Sunwoo after all, the charming, charismatic junior who had already caught your attention in his own way.

“Sunwoo-ssi, you’re back,” you said, your voice calm and graceful as always. “What brings you here today?”

Sunwoo didn’t waste any time. “I’ve been thinking about what we talked about last time,” he said, his tone earnest, almost too eager. “You said you’d teach me some art, right? I really want to start learning.”

You raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised by his sudden insistence. “You really want to learn art? I told you it’s not an easy thing to pick up.”

He nodded eagerly, not bothered by your cautious response. “I know, but I’m serious about it. I need to learn, Sunbaenim. You’re the only one who can teach me. I’ve been thinking about it a lot since our last conversation, you know?”

His eyes locked with yours. There was something more in his gaze now, something more intense.

You took a deep breath, considering his words. “Alright, I’ll teach you. But you’ll need to be patient. Art takes time, and it’s not just something you can learn in a few sessions.”

Sunwoo's eyes flashed with excitement and relief as he smiled broadly. "Obviously! Whatever it takes, I'll do it. I'm prepared."

It was impossible to ignore how eager and enthusiastic his words were to something as basic as learning art.

“When do you want to start?” you asked, your voice still calm, though there was a hint of curiosity in your tone. "I'll find some time, but I'm pretty busy. Though, I cannot guarantee that I will always be free."

Sunwoo nodded quickly. His gaze never left you. “How about this weekend? Maybe we could meet at a café or even a quiet spot-on campus where you can teach me? I’ll follow whatever you say, Sunbaenim.”

You thought for a moment, then nodded your head. “This weekend sounds fine. I’ll bring some materials with me. As for the location, the art studio on the second floor of the library is usually empty on weekends. It’s quiet and peaceful there.”

“Perfect,” he replied without hesitation, already planning the next steps in his mind. “I’ll meet you there. I’ll make sure to be on time. I promise.”

You smiled, though there was a slight unease lingering in your chest. Sunwoo’s enthusiasm was one thing, but you were not sure how deep his interest goes. Still, you didn’t voice your concerns. It was just teaching, after all.

“Okay, then. I’ll see you on Saturday.”

Sunwoo beamed at you, his eyes gleaming with something more than just admiration. “I’m really looking forward to it, Sunbaenim. Thank you so much for agreeing to teach me.”

With a final smile, he turned and walked away, his confidence radiating with each step. You watch him leave, a sense of unease creeping into your thoughts. Why does he seem so... eager?

***

Scene: Teasing Among Friends

You got together in the campus courtyard later that day with some of your closest pals. As you were enjoying your drink in a shady corner, the topic of conversation invariably turned to Sunwoo.

“So, we saw that popular junior talking to you earlier,” one of your friends said, her tone teasing as she glanced at you. “He was practically glowing. What’s going on with that?”

You chuckled softly, brushing it off. “He’s just a business major junior who asked me to teach him some art. Nothing to it.”

Your friends exchanged knowing glances, clearly amused by your calm response. They’ve noticed the subtle tension between you and Sunwoo lately, the way he’d always show up when you least expected it.

“Oh, really?” another friend teased. “A business major who suddenly wants to learn art? That’s a pretty big shift.”

You shrugged, your smile still composed and graceful. “I think he’s just looking for a new hobby. He told me he was interested in art, so I agreed to teach him a few basics.”

“But the way he was looking at you...” Your friend trailed off with a mischievous grin. “There was definitely something more there. Are you sure it’s just teaching him art?”

You let out a soft laugh, not at all bothered by their teasing. “He’s just a junior. I don’t think he sees me in any other way. He’s just... curious.”

“Well, if he’s so curious, maybe you should be careful,” another friend added, her voice laced with amusement. “He’s got that charm, you know? Always surrounded by people. What if he is a player? I wouldn't be shocked if he was attempting to approach someone as attractive as you.”

You smiled again, but this time, it was a bit more distant. “He’s only looking for guidance in art. That’s all. He’s harmless.”

“Well, if you say so,” one of them said, raising an eyebrow. “But I’ll be watching, just in case.”

You let the conversation move on, unfazed by their teasing. It was just Sunwoo being Sunwoo, after all. Nothing more, nothing less. But deep down, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder. How far would his curiosity really go?

***

Scene: The Art Lesson

Saturday afternoon. The library's second-floor art studio is just as you remembered it—serene and quiet, with sunlight pouring in through large windows and softly illuminating the wooden floors with golden beams.

Every table in the room was laden with different art supplies, ranging from paints and sketchbooks to charcoal and pencils.

You came early and arranged your own supplies on a table close to the rear. You were already sketching some ideas for the lesson in your open sketchbook.

The door opened as you were concentrating on your drawing, and you looked up to see Sunwoo entering, a little out of breath, but still endearing as always. His smile never wavers, even though his hair was a little untidy, as if he hurried over in excitement.

“Sunbaenim, I’m here.” he announced, his voice reverberates softly in the empty room.

You smiled and waved him over, your expression calm and welcoming. “Sunwoo-ssi, over here. You're on time.”

He entered the studio and started exploring with curiosity. You returned to your sketch, trying to focus, but Sunwoo’s presence made it difficult to concentrate. He had that effect on you, always managing to draw your attention without even trying.

He watched with quiet interest as your pencil skims over your sketch and you both remain in comfortable silence for a while. Finally, he spoke in a humorous tone to break the silence.

"You know, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be able to create something beautiful like this. I can barely draw a stick figure."

You chuckled softly, amused by his self-deprecating humor.

"It takes time and practice. Art isn’t just about being able to draw well. It’s about expressing what you feel. Maybe you just haven’t found your medium yet."

"Well, that’s why I want to have a lesson from you," his eyes twinkling with that playful energy of his.

You smiled at his words, but just as you were about to respond, you heard a small gasp from Sunwoo.

"Ouch!"

He was idly tinkering with some of your art supplies at the table when he abruptly withdrew his hand.

You immediately stopped what you were doing, concerned.

"What happened?"

He gave his hand a small grimace and gave a sheepish shrug.

"I was just messing with one of your tools and... well, I might’ve cut myself by accident. Didn’t see that coming."

You eyed his finger, which had a tiny cut on it, and hurried closer.

Sunwoo seemed completely unconcerned, but you felt a small pang of worry. You always carried a small first aid kit with you, a habit you’d developed after years of working with delicate materials.

"Hold on," you said, reaching into your bag and taking out an antiseptic and a small bandage.

Sunwoo grinned at your gentle care.

"You always come prepared, huh? I should’ve known you’d be the type to have everything in hand, Sunbaenim."

You carefully cleaned his finger and applied the bandage, your movements precise and focused.

There was a soft silence between you two, the atmosphere now calm and intimate.

Sunwoo was unusually still, watching you with a soft expression. It was clear that he wasn’t used to being taken care of, but the tenderness in your actions seemed to affect him more than he let on.

As you finished, you looking up at him.

"There. All better now."

He smiled warmly at you, a small, appreciative laugh escaping him.

"Thanks, Sunbaenim. I guess I owe you twice now, huh? I mean… you offered me your umbrella the other days."

You smiled at his lightheartedness, still not fully aware of the way he looked at you—with admiration, affection, and something deeper that he hadn’t yet allowed himself to fully acknowledge.

"It’s nothing. Just being helpful. You don’t owe me anything."

Sunwoo, however, remained where he was, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than usual, until he looks around, clearly impressed by the peacefulness of the room. “Anyway, this place is amazing. I can see why you like it here.”

You nodded, putting your pencil down. “It’s the perfect place to get lost in your thoughts. No distractions.”

He moved closer to your table. He placed his own sketchbook down, his eyes gleaming with determination. “I’m ready to learn. Where do we start?”

"Alright, then. Let’s start with something simple," you said. "Just follow my hand, and don’t worry about making it perfect."

He sat a little closer to you, his gaze fixed on your hands as you picked up a pencil and started guiding his hand to draw the first simple lines.

His breath caught in his throat, heart racing as your fingers gently brushed against his.

You noticed how Sunwoo’s focus was no longer on the paper in front of him.

His eyes were glued to your every movement, following your guidance, but not truly focusing on the sketch itself. It was almost as if the way your hands moved, the soft gestures of your fingers, were more fascinating to him than the act of drawing itself.

Your fingers hovered over his, gently guiding his hand, and the touch was light but intimate.

You explained the next step, but Sunwoo was barely listening. His mind was a whirlwind, his pulse pounding in his ears as he felt your touch, the closeness, the warmth of your presence.

He could hardly concentrate on the lines forming on the paper. Every time your fingers brushed against his, a jolt ran through him, and his heart seemed to beat faster.

"You’re doing fine," you said softly, your voice a gentle encouragement. You looked at his sketch, noticing the lines were uneven but still appreciating the effort. "You just need to take it slow. Remember, art isn’t about rushing."

Sunwoo forced himself to focus on your words, trying to ignore the overwhelming sensation of your closeness. His thoughts were scattered.

He didn’t care about the drawing, not really. It was just an excuse to be near you, to feel the warmth of your presence, to experience this brief moment of closeness.

As you adjusted his hand once more, his body tensed. His eyes flickered down to your fingers, his breath hitched.

"Sunbaenim," he murmured, his voice softer than usual. "How are you so... graceful?"

You glanced at him, a little confused by the question.

"Graceful?"

Sunwoo nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed on your hand, his mind racing.

"Yeah, the way you move... the way you teach. Everything just feels so... effortless," he said, his voice almost dreamy, lost in the moment.

You smiled at his words, thinking they were just his usual playful compliments.

As you continued, you both shared a few light-hearted moments. He made silly jokes about how awful his sketches were, trying to make you laugh.

You chuckled at his antics, and for the first time in a while, you felt at ease. It was nice, really—having someone to share this moment with. The jokes were harmless, his energy infectious, and you found yourself laughing freely.

He looked up at you, his smile turning soft, almost admiring. “I’m glad I asked you to teach me, Sunbaenim. It’s more fun than I thought it would be.”

You laughed again, a soft sound that made his heart tighten with something unfamiliar—a feeling he couldn’t quite place. Just her laugh, he thinks to himself. It’s everything.

“You’re the one making it fun,” you said with a playful glint in your eyes. “I’m just showing you the basics.”

Sunwoo’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than usual. He wondered how you didn’t notice the way he watched you—how every little thing you do pulled him in deeper.

Your smiles, the way your eyes lighting up when you talked about art, the way you laughed—each small action became a thread he couldn’t pull himself away from.

The two of you continued to talk, the lesson progressing naturally, but for Sunwoo, every moment spent with you felt like a step deeper into something he couldn’t escape.

***

chap. 3

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