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Written in Our Souls - Part 12

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda and Y/N start to experiment.

Word Count: 7,937

Warnings: fluff, smut, (18+), use of strap (enchanted)

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

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****: Smut Alert

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AVENGERS COMPOUND – EARLY MORNING

Tony stood at the kitchen counter, groggy and shirtless, stirring his coffee. The faint sound of phasing echoed from down the hall. He didn’t even look up.

“That’s the third time this week you’ve gone ghost-mode, Vision,” he called out. “You mind telling me where you keep sneaking off to?”

Vision paused mid-phase through the wall of the compound’s rear corridor, caught. He turned his head slightly, expression neutral.

“I require time to process,” he said simply. “Solitude aids in clarity.”

Tony turned, leaning against the counter with a skeptical look. “You’ve been saying that ever since Wanda told you it was over. Not judging, just… noticing. Every morning like clockwork.”

Vision didn’t speak right away. He straightened, the synthetic calm on his face giving way—barely—to something heavier.

“She was… my purpose,” he finally said. “I am struggling to understand what I am without that.”

Tony sighed and rubbed his face. “Welcome to the club, Tin Man. You think I haven’t been there? Lost Pepper once, thought I was gonna break into a million pieces. But you—you’ve been going somewhere specific.”

Vision hesitated.

“I visit the clearing near the lake,” he admitted. “The one behind the east ridge. It’s… quiet. She and I once sat there. Before everything changed.”

Tony blinked. “So you’re haunting your own memories now?”

“I am not capable of haunting.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Semantics.”

Vision stepped fully through the wall now, facing Tony. “I know she belongs with someone else. I do not interfere. I merely… observe the world as it continues without me in it.”

That hit Tony harder than he expected. He stared at the android—no, the man—in front of him. So composed, yet cracked in places no one could see.

“Look,” Tony said after a long pause, softer now, “I know you’re hurting. But hiding out in the woods like some kind of philosophical raccoon isn’t going to fix anything. You want to find out who you are without her? Then stop looking backward.”

Vision tilted his head. “And what do I look toward, then?”

Tony smirked faintly. “The future. Even if it’s not the one you thought you’d have.”

He turned back to his coffee. “Just don’t make me put a tracker on you, Vision. I’m getting too old to be your babysitter.”

Vision offered the faintest nod of appreciation before he turned away and walked quietly through the wall again.

Tony sipped his coffee, muttering to himself, “Heartbroken synthetics. What’ll they invent next?”

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Y/N AND WANDA’S ROOM

Soft golden light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. The world was still quiet outside—the calm of early morning wrapping around the room like a protective cocoon. Inside that warmth, two souls were tangled in the kind of closeness that only soulmates could share.

Y/N stirred first, her body heavy with contentment but her senses instantly attuned to the warmth curled into her side. Wanda was tucked beneath her arm, her head resting on Y/N’s chest, legs tangled together, one of her arms draped protectively around Y/N’s waist. She was breathing softly, lashes casting shadows across her cheeks.

Y/N didn’t move at first. She just lay there, one hand stroking gently up and down Wanda’s bare back, the other resting lightly over Wanda’s wrist—the one that still glowed faintly with her name. The sight made Y/N’s chest ache in the most beautiful way.

After everything—after the tension, the heartbreak, the guilt, and the fear—they were here. Together. Unquestionably bonded.

Y/N brought Wanda’s wrist to her lips and kissed her name, the mark warm under her touch. A soft hum escaped Wanda, and she stirred slightly, nuzzling closer.

“Good morning, love,” Y/N whispered.

Wanda made a sleepy sound in response, not quite words but soft and full of affection. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and the moment she saw Y/N, a smile—gentle and dreamy—spread across her face. “Hi…” she whispered, voice hoarse and sweet.

Y/N smiled back, brushing a strand of hair from Wanda’s face. “You okay?”

Wanda nodded lazily, her fingers tightening slightly around Y/N’s waist. “More than okay,” she said, voice still thick with sleep. “I feel like I’m glowing… from the inside out.”

Y/N leaned in and kissed her forehead. “That’s because you are. You’re mine now, remember?”

Wanda gave a soft laugh, her cheeks flushing as she looked up at her. “I was always yours. Even when I was trying to lie to myself… it was always you.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, emotion catching her off guard. She ran her thumb across Wanda’s cheek, eyes locked on hers. “I love you, Wanda.”

Wanda’s breath caught. She blinked, the words hitting her with the same gentle force as everything Y/N did—deep, tender, real. “I love you too,” she whispered. “So much it scares me.”

Y/N pulled her closer, kissing her slow and sweet this time, not driven by heat but by something even more intimate—love, safety, knowing. When they broke apart, Wanda tucked her face into Y/N’s neck, and they lay there in silence for a moment, just holding each other.

Then, Wanda’s stomach growled.

Y/N grinned. “Someone’s hungry.”

Wanda let out an embarrassed laugh against her neck. “I think you broke me last night. I need food to recover.”

Y/N chuckled, rolling over to gently nudge her. “Stay in bed. I’ll make breakfast.”

Wanda pulled her back. “No—you’re not going anywhere without me.” She kissed Y/N’s shoulder, her voice soft and full of affection. “You fed my soul last night. Let me feed yours this morning.”

Y/N smiled, cupping her cheek. “We can do it together.”

Wanda kissed Y/N sweetly, her lips soft and warm. She pulled back just enough to whisper against her mouth, “Shower with me first.”

Y/N’s smile was slow, sleepy, and completely enamored. “That sounds suspiciously like a trap.”

Wanda grinned and shifted to sit up, the blanket sliding down her body as she moved. Morning light spilled through the window, catching on her bare skin.

Y/N’s breath caught. She didn’t hide the way her eyes swept over Wanda—soft curves, fading love marks, red hair tousled around her shoulders. She looked like art, like something dreamt into existence.

Wanda noticed the way Y/N was looking at her and blushed, but didn’t look away. Instead, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s cheek, murmuring, “Like I said, you fed my soul last night. Let me feed yours this morning.”

Y/N reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind Wanda’s ear, her palm resting gently on her cheek. “Anything you want my love,” she said, voice thick with tenderness.

Wanda smiled and took her hand, pulling her gently from the bed. They walked toward the bathroom, already bare, already vulnerable—and yet never more complete.

The steam rose quickly as Wanda turned on the shower. Without a word, Y/N stepped in after her, arms sliding around her waist from behind. Wanda leaned into her touch, her back against Y/N’s chest, eyes fluttering shut as warm water poured over them.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the steady rhythm of water hitting tile, mingling with the soft sigh that escaped Wanda’s lips as she melted further into Y/N’s embrace. Y/N lowered her head and pressed a kiss to Wanda’s shoulder, lingering there, breathing her in.

“You feel like home,” Wanda murmured, voice barely above the sound of the water.

Y/N smiled against her skin. “That’s because I am.”

Wanda turned in her arms then, slowly, like she didn’t want to break the moment. Their bodies stayed close, slick and warm, and when their eyes met, there was nothing hidden between them—no more walls, no more fear. Only truth.

Y/N cupped Wanda’s cheek, brushing her thumb along the flushed skin beneath her eye. “I still can’t believe this is real.”

Wanda leaned in, touching their foreheads together. “It is. I feel it everywhere. In my magic. In my chest. In my soul.”

She kissed her then—slow, tender, like she had all the time in the world to explore her. Water trickled down their backs, between their joined bodies, but they hardly noticed. They were lost in each other.

Wanda’s fingers moved up to Y/N’s neck, threading into her damp hair, holding her there like she was afraid to let go. But there was no need. Y/N wasn’t going anywhere.

Not now. Not ever.

When they pulled apart, breathless but smiling, Wanda let out a soft laugh. “We’re never going to get to breakfast at this rate.”

Y/N smirked, resting her forehead against Wanda’s again. “That depends. What’s on the menu?”

Wanda raised a brow, eyes twinkling with playful mischief. “Me, if you want.”

Y/N groaned softly, sliding her hands down to rest on Wanda’s hips. “God, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Wanda kissed her again, deeper this time. “Then at least you’ll die happy.”

Something in the way she said it—so confident, so certain—set a fire off in Y/N’s chest. In one swift motion, she turned Wanda around, pressing her gently against the warm shower wall. Their bodies collided with a quiet gasp, and Y/N smashed their lips together, hunger taking over softness, need overwhelming restraint.

Wanda responded instantly, her hands gripping Y/N’s wet shoulders, pulling her closer, moaning softly into her mouth. The kiss was messy, desperate, full of all the things they hadn’t said for too long—all the longing, all the fear, all the love. There was no hesitation now. Just them.

Y/N’s fingers traced the curve of Wanda’s waist, grounding herself in the feel of her, the heat of her skin beneath slick water. She kissed her like she was trying to memorize every inch of her mouth, like she couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go even for a second.

Wanda gasped as Y/N’s lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then down to her neck, where she nipped lightly, sending a shiver through her spine. Her hands tangled in Y/N’s hair, holding her close, eyes fluttering shut again as her head tilted back against the wall.

“Detka…” she whispered, breathless and aching.

Y/N looked up, lips brushing Wanda’s collarbone. “Tell me to stop.”

“I won’t,” Wanda said without hesitation, voice raw with emotion. “I love you.”

Y/N froze for just a moment, heart pounding, water cascading over them both like a quiet witness to the words neither of them had spoken until now.

She leaned up, their eyes locking, and smiled—tender, vulnerable, a little stunned. “I love you too.”

And then there was nothing left to hold back.

Afterward, the air was quiet—thick with steam and something softer, heavier. Wanda leaned against the tiled wall, her breathing gradually steadying as Y/N gently kissed her forehead, then reached past her for the shampoo.

This time, there was no urgency. Just intimacy.

Y/N lathered the shampoo in her hands and ran her fingers through Wanda’s hair with the kind of care that made Wanda’s heart ache in the best way. Wanda closed her eyes, leaning into her touch, letting herself melt under the warm water and the affection wrapped in every slow, gentle motion.

They washed each other in silence—quiet, not from discomfort, but from understanding. The kind of quiet that spoke louder than any words could.

When they stepped out of the shower, their fingers were still loosely entwined, like neither could fully let go just yet. Wanda reached for a towel and gently wrapped it around Y/N first, then took another for herself. Y/N watched her, still in awe of how someone could be so soft and so powerful all at once.

Back in the bedroom, sunlight had begun to filter through the curtains, warm and golden. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, towel tucked around her, watching Wanda move around the room. There was something different about her now. Not just the glow of afterglow—but peace. Certainty.

Wanda caught her gaze and smiled shyly. “What?”

“You look happy,” Y/N said softly.

“I am,” Wanda admitted, walking over to her and brushing damp hair from her face. “For the first time in a long time…I really am.”

Y/N reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere, Wanda. Not anymore.”

Wanda knelt in front of her, resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “I don’t want you to.”

They stayed like that for a moment—two bare souls wrapped in towels and truth, hearts thudding in sync. Then Wanda grinned and nudged her gently. “Come on. I’m hungry.”

Y/N kissed her cheek. “Of course”

Wanda giggle.

They got dressed in a tangle of shared glances and playful kisses, like everything heavy had finally lifted. And as they made their way to the kitchen hand-in-hand, still barefoot, still damp, still completely and utterly in love—it felt like the start of something real. Something lasting.

Something finally right.

The following days passed in a blur of tangled sheets, soft laughter, and whispered promises. Y/N and Wanda were practically inseparable—drawn to each other with a magnetic pull neither tried to resist. If anything, they indulged in it completely.

They made love like they were making up for lost time. Slow, then fast. Gentle, then hungry. In the early hours of the morning when the world was still asleep, and again when moonlight spilled across the bed. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and they didn’t try to. Every kiss deepened their bond; every shared breath felt sacred.

Wanda would find excuses to touch her—even if it was just brushing Y/N’s hair back behind her ear or pressing a kiss to her shoulder as she passed. Y/N wasn’t any better. She caught herself constantly staring at Wanda, utterly captivated, always finding a way to pull her close, to remind her with touch what she didn’t always know how to say out loud.

They cooked together—well, tried to. Most mornings the eggs were forgotten, the toast burnt, and the pancakes abandoned in favor of kisses and tangled limbs on the kitchen counter. They laughed about it afterward, curled up on the couch with coffee Wanda never finished and fingers laced like lifelines.

Even the compound couldn’t ignore the shift. Natasha smirked knowingly whenever she saw the two of them sneaking off, and Sam had made a running joke about putting up a “Do Not Disturb” sign on their door. Vision kept his distance—respectfully, quietly—but it was clear he understood things had changed permanently.

There was one night, after yet another evening of soft touches and slow breaths, when Wanda lay with her head on Y/N’s chest, tracing circles over her skin.

“I used to be so afraid of this,” Wanda murmured, voice barely audible. “Of how badly I wanted you. Of what it meant.”

Y/N’s hand moved through her hair. “And now?”

Wanda looked up at her, eyes shining in the dark. “Now I’m more afraid of not having you.”

“You won’t lose me,” Y/N said, firm and gentle all at once. “You’re my soulmate, Wanda. There’s nowhere else I belong.”

Wanda kissed her then—not because she had to, but because she couldn’t not. And when they made love that night, it was slower than the others. Reverent. Like they were carving a promise into each other’s skin.

It wasn’t just passion.

It was home.

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TRAINING ROOM – AFTERNOON

The clang of metal against metal echoed in the gym as the team cycled through combat drills. Y/N moved effortlessly through the routine. Although she was not using her super speed, it was too easy. She blocked Sam’s punch easily and flipped him onto the mat.

“Alright, alright,” Sam muttered with a grin, winded. “Remind me never to spar with you right after lunch again.”

Y/N offered a hand to help him up, her breathing steady. But as she scanned the room for the next rotation, her brow furrowed.

“Where’s Vision?” she asked casually, grabbing her towel and draping it around her neck.

Natasha, who was tightening the straps on her gloves nearby, caught the question. “Hasn’t shown up today. Wasn’t here yesterday either.”

Y/N looked over. “He’s not on a mission, is he?”

Nat shrugged, but her eyes were sharp, curious. “Not that I know of. But he’s been disappearing a lot lately. Quietly. Always alone.”

Y/N’s throat tightened slightly. She glanced toward the door, as if expecting him to walk in at any second, but it stayed stubbornly closed.

“Maybe he just… needs space,” she murmured, though even to her, it sounded weak.

Nat tilted her head. “You okay?”

Y/N nodded slowly. “Yeah. I just… I know this whole thing with Wanda didn’t come easy. For any of us. I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

Nat didn’t say anything for a beat, then offered a small nod. “He’s not easy to read, but he’s not heartless. Maybe he just needs time.”

Y/N sighed. “I’ll find him later. Talk to him. I owe him that much.”

Nat gave her a quick pat on the back. “Good. Because whatever he felt for her, it can’t compare to what you two are. Soulmates aren’t just love—they’re inevitability. Still… he cared. And that kind of loss can sting, even when it was never meant to last.”

Y/N looked down at the faint, glowing letters on her wrist, her heart heavy with both love and guilt.

“I’ll talk to him,” she whispered again.

Back in their room, Wanda lay curled on the bed, her hair still damp from her post-training shower. Y/N was toweling off by the closet, digging through a drawer for something comfortable to wear when she heard Wanda’s soft voice behind her.

“What were you talking about with Nat earlier?”

Y/N glanced over her shoulder. Wanda’s voice was casual, but her pout gave her away. Arms tucked under her cheek, eyes slightly narrowed, lips pushed out just enough to be adorable—and clearly a little jealous.

Y/N smirked. “You jealous, Maximoff?”

Wanda rolled onto her back with a dramatic sigh, staring at the ceiling. “Maybe a little,” she muttered. “She always looks at you like she knows something the rest of us don’t.”

Y/N chuckled and walked over, tossing the towel aside and sliding into bed on top of her.

Wanda immediately wrapped her arms around Y/N’s neck, pulling her close with a quiet, needy sound. Despite her jealousy, she clung to her like she couldn’t stand even a few inches of distance.

Y/N smiled softly at the way Wanda held her, their noses nearly brushing. “She probably does. But we weren’t flirting, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Wanda raised a brow but didn’t loosen her grip. “Then what?”

“She was just… letting me know Vision’s been disappearing from the compound sometimes. Said I might want to talk to him.” Y/N traced slow circles on Wanda’s bare shoulder. “I told her I would.”

Wanda hummed in understanding, but her brow stayed furrowed as she held Y/N tighter.

“Hey,” Y/N said gently, tilting her chin to meet her eyes. “I love you. Not Nat. Not anyone else. You. And it’s not even close.”

Wanda softened, the pout fading. She leaned in to kiss her, slow and certain. “I know. Doesn’t mean I like sharing you—even for a conversation.”

Y/N grinned against her lips. “Good thing you don’t have to.”

Wanda melted into the kiss, her fingers threading into Y/N’s damp hair as she deepened it—possessive, tender, full of everything she’d once tried to bury. When they finally parted, she rested her forehead against Y/N’s and whispered, “I hate that I ever pushed you away.”

Y/N brushed her thumb across Wanda’s cheek. “You didn’t know the extent of the soulmate bond. Neither of us did—not really.”

“I did,” Wanda admitted softly. “I felt it the moment I met you. I just… didn’t want to believe something so perfect could be real. And I was scared. But it’s my fault, Y/N. I was the one who stayed with him. I was the one who tried to pretend you weren’t my soulmate.”

Y/N exhaled, her brows pulling together. “Maybe. But I’m not blameless either. I kissed you knowing what it would mean… knowing you were engaged. I should’ve walked away. I didn’t.”

Wanda reached for her hand and tangled their fingers together. “You want me there?”

Y/N gave her a soft smile and shook her head. “It’s okay. You already talked to him… you told him the truth. Now it’s my turn to talk to him properly. I need to do this.”

Wanda searched her eyes for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Just—promise me you won’t carry all of it alone.”

“I won’t,” Y/N said, lifting Wanda’s hand to her lips and kissing her knuckles. “We’re in this together, remember? Always.”

Wanda smiled, the weight in her chest easing as she pulled Y/N back into her arms. “Always.”

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Later that evening, after a quiet dinner, Y/N found herself outside Vision’s lab. The lights were on, humming faintly through the glass walls. The door was slightly open, and from where she stood, she could see him seated in front of a glowing console, connected via a thin cord to the interface on his wrist.

She knocked lightly. The screen he was working on instantly changed.

“Y/N,” he said, turning in his chair, tone carefully neutral. “What brings you here?”

She stepped inside, slowly. “Can we talk?”

He tilted his head but didn’t object. “Go ahead.”

Y/N took a seat, noticing the silence between them thicken. “I wanted to apologize,” she began. “For everything. For how things happened.”

Vision’s expression barely shifted, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “You mean for taking Wanda from me.”

Y/N sighed softly. “I didn’t take her from you. This wasn’t about winning or losing.”

He gave a short, humorless laugh. “Isn’t it? One day, we were fine. The next… she’s your soulmate.”

“She’s always been,” Y/N said quietly. “Even before either of us knew.”

He looked at her sharply. “That word again. Soulmate. As if biology and predetermined marks can override choice and logic.”

“It’s not just biology,” Y/N said. “It’s something older. Deeper. It’s a bond we didn’t ask for—but we feel it. You’ve seen it.”

“I’ve seen what humans do when they think they’re destined for someone,” he snapped. “You call it fate. I call it conditioning. You’re not manipulating her intentionally, but this bond—this thing—has clouded her judgment. She was happy before.”

Y/N leaned forward. “She wasn’t. Not really. She was surviving. She was trying to live a life that didn’t feel like hers. And you know it.”

His jaw tightened, and he turned slightly toward the console again, though he didn’t reconnect.

“I know you love her,” Y/N added, softer now. “And I don’t blame you for that. But this—what Wanda and I have—it’s not something you can override with logic or will.”

“She’ll come back,” Vision said quietly, almost to himself. “Eventually, she’ll see past it. Past you.”

Y/N stood slowly, the ache in her chest sharp but steady. “If you truly care about her, then I hope—someday—you’ll want her to be where she’s happiest. Even if it’s not with you.”

Vision didn’t respond. He stared at the dark monitor.

Y/N lingered for just a moment longer. “Goodnight, Vision.”

No answer came.

She left, the weight of the encounter heavy in her chest—but her steps didn’t falter. There was pain behind them, but also truth. And sometimes truth didn’t make things easier—it just made them clearer.

Y/N paused by the door, turning back for a final moment. Her voice was low, steady.

“I didn’t come here to argue, Vision. I just came to apologize for how things happened. That’s all.”

She didn’t wait for an answer this time.

And Vision—still staring at the dark screen—didn’t give one.

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Y/N stepped out into the hallway, quietly shutting the door behind her. The hum of the compound seemed distant, muted compared to the thoughts swirling in her mind. She exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders, trying to release the tension that had built from the conversation with Vision.

Just a few feet down the hall, she found Wanda leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, eyes already on her. But the moment their gazes met, Wanda’s expression softened.

“How’d it go?” she asked gently.

Y/N shrugged, then walked closer, slipping her hands into Wanda’s. “Not great. He… he still thinks this is some kind of manipulation. That you’ll come back to him eventually.”

Wanda’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t say anything for a moment. Her thumbs rubbed slow, grounding circles over Y/N’s knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered.

Y/N shook her head. “You don’t need to be. I just needed to say my part. Be honest.”

“You are honest. That’s what I love about you.” Wanda’s voice was soft, but fierce in its sincerity.

They stood there in silence for a beat, the warmth of their linked hands steady between them.

Then Wanda looked up again, tilting her head with a small, wry smile. “So… now that you’ve done the mature, emotionally responsible thing…” Her fingers tugged gently at Y/N’s. “Can I steal you for something a little less responsible?”

Y/N chuckled. “That depends. Are we talking morally irresponsible or just emotionally indulgent?”

“Oh, definitely the second one.”

Wanda didn’t have a chance to react before Y/N grinned mischievously, suddenly sweeping her off her feet in one smooth, effortless motion.

“Y/N!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s neck on instinct. “What are you doing?”

Y/N kissed her nose. “Taking my girl where she belongs,” she said with a wink, and then—whoosh.

In a blink, they were gone from the hallway, the wind tousling Wanda’s hair as Y/N used her speed to zip them through the compound. Wanda gasped, laughing uncontrollably as the world became a blur of walls and lights.

Before she could even catch her breath, they were back in their room, the door swinging shut behind them as Y/N slowed and gently set Wanda down on the bed like she was something precious.

“See?” Y/N said, brushing a strand of hair from Wanda’s face. “Emotionally indulgent. Just how you like it.”

Wanda was still breathless from the ride and the warmth of being held. Her eyes glistened with affection as she pulled Y/N down with her.

“I love you,” she whispered. “So much that it hurts sometimes.”

Y/N settled beside her, nuzzling close. “Then let me be your remedy.”

And the world outside faded, once again, into nothing.

Wanda narrowed her eyes playfully, her fingers drifting through Y/N’s hair as she leaned in until their noses brushed.

“I love you,” she whispered again, voice soft but sure.

Y/N’s grin melted into something tender, vulnerable. Her heart stuttered, like it was hearing those words for the first time—even though, in her soul, she’d always known.

She cupped Wanda’s cheek, their foreheads resting together.

“I love you too,” Y/N whispered back. “I’m crazy in love with you.”

Wanda smiled through the emotion welling in her chest and kissed her—slow and deep and full of everything words couldn’t hold.

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The next day

The sun was barely rising when Y/N stood by the quinjet with Nat and Clint, checking gear and going over the mission brief one last time. It was a quick extraction—nothing too complicated—but even simple missions came with their risks. Wanda stood a few feet away, arms crossed, trying to look calm, but her eyes betrayed her.

Y/N walked over, slipping her arms around Wanda’s waist and pulling her in close. Wanda rested her head against Y/N’s shoulder, the tension in her body unmistakable.

“I’ll be back before dinner,” Y/N promised, pressing a soft kiss to Wanda’s forehead.

Wanda didn’t say anything right away. Her fingers gently gripped the back of Y/N’s shirt like she didn’t want to let go. Y/N, sensing her unease, smiled softly and took Wanda’s left hand, turning her wrist so the name written there—Y/N—was facing up.

“Hey,” she whispered, brushing her lips against her name inked into Wanda’s skin. “You’re not alone anymore. I’m yours. And I’ll always come back to you.”

The warmth from Y/N’s kiss radiated through Wanda’s whole body. The ache that had always accompanied her soulmate mark—the weight of longing, uncertainty, rejection—had dulled since they came together. Now it buzzed softly, like a tether of love pulling her toward Y/N even as they parted.

Clint’s voice echoed across the platform. “Jet’s ready, lovebirds.”

Y/N smirked and kissed Wanda again, lingering. “I’ll text you the moment we land.”

Wanda nodded, finally managing a small smile. “Be safe. And if Clint crashes the jet again…”

“I’ll take the wheel,” Y/N finished with a wink.

Wanda watched the quinjet lift off, arms wrapping tightly around herself. She stayed there, unmoving, until the jet disappeared from view, then wandered back into the compound, the silence settling over her like a heavy blanket.

Back in their room, she slipped into one of Y/N’s hoodies and curled up on the bed. Her fingers absently brushed over her mark again.

This time, there was no sharp stab of pain. Just warmth. A quiet reminder of the girl who had kissed her name and promised to return.

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The mission itself went smoothly—almost suspiciously so. Infiltration, data retrieval, exfil—textbook. No alarms tripped, no unexpected hostiles, and Clint even managed to avoid spraining his ankle this time.

Now, the quinjet hummed quietly on autopilot, cutting through the sky toward home. Nat was polishing her knives while Clint sat beside Y/N, snacking on something unidentifiable from his tactical pouch.

“You know,” Clint said between bites, “it’s honestly kind of great seeing you and Wanda finally where you belong. Took you both long enough.”

Nat smirked. “Seriously. The tension was getting unbearable. We were all taking bets on when one of you would snap and kiss the other.”

Y/N chuckled, leaning back into her seat. “Yeah, well… it wasn’t exactly simple.”

“Nothing ever is with feelings,” Nat said lightly, but her voice held something guarded—an undercurrent of emotion she didn’t quite mask.

Clint turned to her with a knowing look. “Speaking of complicated feelings… maybe it’s your turn.”

Y/N blinked and looked between them. “Wait—what do you mean?”

Clint gave Nat a teasing nudge. “Oh, don’t act all innocent now. She’s been avoiding her soulmate for years.”

Y/N’s brows shot up. “What? Nat told me she hasn’t even met her soulmate yet.”

Nat gave Clint a sharp look, but said nothing.

Y/N turned to her, more serious now. “Wait… Nat?”

Nat exhaled slowly. “It’s… complicated.”

Clint snorted. “You keep saying that, but really, you’re the one making it complicated.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Who is it?”

There was a pause, then Nat answered quietly, “Maria. Maria Hill.”

Y/N blinked. “Wait—Hill? Seriously?”

“She’s known for a while,” Clint said. “They both have. It’s not rejection or anything—hell, they hook up from time to time—but Nat keeps telling herself she doesn’t deserve it.”

“Because of your past?” Y/N asked gently.

Nat nodded. “Yeah. I’ve done things I’ll never forgive myself for. Being a widow… it wasn’t just training. It was blood. And I… I don’t know. Maria’s good. Too good.”

Y/N leaned forward. “Nat… you’ve seen me and Wanda. I tried to pretend the bond didn’t mean anything. I buried it, ignored it, tried to move on. And Wanda did the same, staying with Vision when we both knew it wasn’t right. But it didn’t matter what we did. You can’t run from it forever. It pulls you back.”

Nat looked down at her hands.

“You can’t avoid it,” Y/N said gently. “Once you meet your soulmate… sooner or later, you’ll be together. It’s not just a mark. It’s in your soul.”

“She’s waiting,” Clint added. “She’s not pushing, not demanding anything. But she’s there. Because she believes in you. Maybe it’s time you start doing the same.”

Nat was quiet for a moment, then gave a soft sigh. Her expression didn’t change much, but her posture relaxed just a bit—something unspoken easing in her shoulders.

Y/N smiled. “You know… when you’re ready, we’ll be here. Soulmate support group and all.”

Nat offered a small smile back. “Thanks.”

Y/N suddenly glanced down at her wrist, her smile appearing out of nowhere—soft, wide, and entirely unguarded. Her fingers brushed over Wanda’s name like it was sacred.

Nat noticed immediately. “What just happened?”

Y/N let out a quiet laugh, eyes still on her wrist. “It’s Wanda. My wrist is humming.” She looked up at them, eyes glowing with affection. “She’s probably touching hers right now. She does that when she misses me.”

Clint grinned. “Laura does the same thing. Every time I’m on a mission, she’ll rub her mark absentmindedly. Says it makes her feel close to me.”

“That’s kind of adorable,” Nat admitted, glancing between them.

“It is,” Y/N said softly, still smiling like a love-struck fool. “It’s like… this quiet little echo that reminds you someone’s thinking of you. No matter where you are.”

Clint leaned back in his seat. “Soulmates, man. Freaky, cosmic-level stuff.”

Y/N turned to Nat with a knowing smile. “Try it. Touch Maria’s name. Think about her. I bet she’ll feel it.”

Nat hesitated, glancing down at her wrist like it held a secret she wasn’t ready to unlock. Still, her fingers hovered over the mark—Maria’s name etched into her skin like a ghost she couldn’t quite let go of.

“I don’t know…” she murmured.

Y/N shrugged gently. “You don’t have to do anything. But if you ever want to feel that connection again… it’s always there. She’s waiting, Nat. I can feel it. You two may not be together yet, but you’re not alone either.”

Nat didn’t answer, but her hand lowered slowly, brushing over Maria’s name with the gentlest of touches.

Y/N just chuckled and leaned back too, one hand still over her wrist, feeling the faint, electric buzz of Wanda’s touch through the bond. Even apart, they were connected.

And in that small moment, the jet didn’t feel so far from home.

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As soon as the quinjet touched down and the ramp lowered, Wanda was already there—waiting, practically vibrating with anticipation.

The second Y/N stepped out, she didn’t even get a chance to speak. Wanda launched herself forward, wrapping her arms tightly around her and kissing her like nothing else mattered—fierce, fearless, and full of longing.

Y/N barely managed a breath before Wanda pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes dark with heat and adoration. That one look was all it took.

With a blur of movement and a gust of wind left in their wake, Y/N swept Wanda into her arms and sped them away, heading straight for their room without a single word.

Nat blinked, still holding the debriefing tablet. “What about the mission report—?”

“Aaaand they’re gone!” Clint said, smirking as he walked past her, clearly amused. “Let ’em be, Nat. You know how it is. When soulmates finally get their act together, it’s all honeymoon phase for a while.”

Nat just sighed, shaking her head as she watched the trail of papers flutter from the jet’s cargo bay, proof that Y/N hadn’t even slowed down. But even she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips.

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****

Back in their room, the door slammed shut behind them as Y/N barely paused before laying Wanda gently—yet urgently—on the bed. Their mouths found each other again, hungry, breathless. Hands tangled in hair, exploring skin as clothing was shed with practiced urgency, their hearts pounding in sync.

Wanda’s back arched as Y/N kissed down her neck, her moans soft and needy. Her fingers gripped at Y/N’s shoulders, grounding herself in the intensity of it all.

When Y/N pulled back slightly, brushing her lips over Wanda’s flushed cheek, she whispered with a teasing smile, “Tell me what you want.”

Wanda’s eyes locked onto hers, dark and filled with need. “I want you,” she said, voice husky and trembling. “I want your cock. Please.”

Y/N’s breath caught for a moment—not just at the words, but the trust in them. She nodded, kissing Wanda deeply, a firm yet tender press of lips that said everything. Wanda sighed into her mouth, her hands still wandering Y/N’s bare back as if she couldn’t get close enough.

“Be right back,” Y/N murmured against her lips, giving her one last lingering kiss before slipping off the bed.

Wanda watched her with flushed cheeks and dark eyes as Y/N crossed the room, opening the closet where they kept a small locked box tucked behind a few clothes. She pulled it out with practiced ease, her fingers moving quickly. Wanda’s breath hitched, anticipation humming between them as she sat up slightly, legs folding beneath her, waiting.

When Y/N turned back to her, strap in hand and a glint in her eyes, Wanda bit her bottom lip—completely undone by the sight of her soulmate walking toward her like that.

“I’ve got you,” Y/N said softly, climbing back onto the bed.

And Wanda believed her. Every word. Every look. Every touch.

As Y/N adjusted the strap around her hips, buckling it tight, she glanced up when Wanda shifted on the bed—her cheeks still pink, but her expression suddenly curious, almost mischievous.

“I… want to try something,” Wanda murmured, her fingers glowing faintly red as she reached out.

Y/N paused, tilting her head. “What are you—”

“Just hold still,” Wanda said gently, concentrating as her magic surrounded the strap and pulsed softly against Y/N’s skin. The room filled with a soft hum, the magic warm but not overwhelming—intimate, purposeful. Wanda’s eyes red from her powers fluttered slightly.

Y/N sucked in a breath as she felt a strange warmth rush over her core—deep, shocking, and… real. The strap no longer just sat against her body; it felt like part of her. She gasped as sensation flooded her nerves, like her mind had accepted the magic completely.

Wanda looked up from her spell work, her voice soft and a little unsure. “I hope it worked…”

She reached out, wrapping her fingers gently around the shaft—and Y/N let out a sharp, involuntary moan, her hips jolting forward.

Wanda’s eyes sparkled with fascination as she held the strap a little firmer in her hand. “It’s really warm,” she whispered again, almost to herself, like she couldn’t believe what she’d just created.

“Holy—Wanda,” Y/N gasped, her voice breaking as her hips twitched forward involuntarily. “I can feel it. I can actually feel it.”

Wanda’s lips parted slightly, her breath catching at Y/N’s reaction. Curiosity flickered in her gaze, and then—without looking away—she pumped her hand experimentally along the shaft.

Y/N let out a strangled moan, her head falling back as her fingers curled tightly into the sheets. “Oh my God—Wanda.”

Wanda’s eyes widened, her lips curling into a stunned, delighted smile. “You can really feel everything?”

Y/N nodded breathlessly. “Everything. Every move. Every—shit, Wanda—”

Wanda’s breath caught, her eyes darkening with desire as she slowly lay back against the pillows, her gaze never leaving Y/N’s. With a soft, commanding whisper, she said, “Then come here. I want you inside me.”

She spread her legs, inviting, open, already trembling with anticipation. The sight of her—flushed, needy, and completely unguarded—drove the air from Y/N’s lungs.

Y/N moved immediately, almost without thought, crawling up between Wanda’s thighs like she was answering a call only her soul could hear. Her hands gripped Wanda’s hips, reverent and hungry, and she lined herself up, the enchanted strap throbbing in time with her racing heart.

Their eyes locked, the moment thick with tension and longing. “Are you sure?” Y/N whispered, her voice hoarse.

Wanda nodded, biting her lip. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

And with one slow, deep thrust, Y/N finally sank into her—into home.

As Y/N bottomed out, fully deep inside Wanda, the rush of new sensations—intimate, overwhelming— and Wanda’s wet, warm, walls tightening around her slammed into her all at once. Her body tensed, breath caught in her throat, and with a strangled moan, she came hard, hips trembling as the climax tore through her like a wave crashing against the shore.

Wanda gasped, her back arching when she suddenly felt something warm spill deep inside her.

Her eyes flew open. “Y/N—!” she cried, stunned and breathless, her body shuddering as her own orgasm hit her like lightning. The unexpected heat inside her pushed her over the edge, sending her spiraling into bliss.

They clung to each other, gasping, shaking, riding out their highs together.

When Wanda finally caught her breath, she blinked at Y/N, flushed and dazed. “D-did you just…?” she asked, stunned.

Y/N nodded weakly, her face equally shocked. “I think so—Wanda, I—I came. I’m so sorry…I…”

Wanda copped her cheeks “It’s okay, it was hot” Wanda smirk, “besides…I think you spilled something inside me”Despite her amusement she continues, “I didn’t know the spell would make that happen…”

Y/N blinked, her heart still racing, overwhelmed by the raw connection between them. Slowly, she eased back, carefully pulling out to check—more out of disbelief than anything else.

Her breath hitched when she saw the thick, white liquid slipping from Wanda. It was warm, glistening, and undeniably real—at least as far as the spell made it feel.

Wanda’s eyes fluttered shut for a second, a soft moan escaping her lips as the sensation sparked another rush of heat between her legs.

Y/N stared in awe, the strap between her legs stirring—rising again, as if responding to Wanda’s arousal, or perhaps her own. She gasped as the movement brought another pulse of pleasure, just as vivid and undeniable as before.

Wanda looked up, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted.

Y/N groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation and the way Wanda looked up at her—flushed, breathless, and utterly hers.

“I need more, babe,” she murmured, her voice low and urgent. “I need more.”

Without waiting, she slid back into Wanda, the magic-enhanced connection making every inch feel impossibly real. They both gasped, their bodies arching instinctively toward each other.

Wanda’s fingers dug into Y/N’s back as she whispered, “Don’t stop.”

Their rhythm found its own pace—one born not just of lust, but of the deep soul bond humming between them, stronger now than ever. Every touch, every thrust echoed through that invisible thread, tying them even tighter together.

“I can feel you,” Y/N whispered against Wanda’s ear, her voice trembling from the intensity coursing through her. “All of you.”

She pressed a reverent kiss to Wanda’s neck, lingering there as her hands gripped tighter at her hips. “You’re so tight,” she murmured, her voice low and breathless with awe.

Wanda let out a soft moan, her fingers threading through Y/N’s hair, pulling her closer. “It’s because it’s you,” she whispered shakily. “Only you.”

Their eyes met—glassy, hungry, full of something that went far beyond the physical.

The bond between them pulsed like a heartbeat, wrapping around them with each movement, each breath, making everything feel impossibly heightened. Like their bodies were just an extension of their souls finally finding peace—in passion, in love, in each other.

Neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began.

And neither of them ever wanted to.

Y/N moved slowly at first, savoring every inch of Wanda wrapped around her—warm, trembling, impossibly close. Her lips trailed soft, lingering kisses down the side of Wanda’s neck, drawing a sigh from deep in her chest.

She murmured Wanda’s name like a prayer between kisses, her mouth moving lower—over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts, worshipping her with every brush of her lips. Wanda arched into the touch, her fingers curling against Y/N’s back as if anchoring herself in that moment.

Y/N looked up at her, breathless and reverent, before moving up again—peppering kisses back up her chest, her jaw, and finally meeting her lips in a deep, desperate kiss.

Their mouths moved in sync, just as their bodies did—needy, full of emotion that had nowhere else to go but into each other.

Inside her, Y/N moved with growing urgency, not just seeking release, but trying to convey everything she felt—how much she loved her, how much she needed her, how the bond between them had changed everything.

Wanda moaned against her lips, her thighs tightening around Y/N’s waist, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Don’t stop. Please—don’t stop.”

And Y/N didn’t. She held her like she was everything she ever wanted—because she was.

Y/N’s rhythm deepened, guided by the way Wanda moved beneath her—each gasp, each roll of her hips urging her on. She kissed Wanda harder, pouring herself into every movement, every breathless sound between them.

“You feel so good,” Y/N murmured, forehead pressed to Wanda’s. Her voice was low, almost broken with how overwhelmed she felt. “Like you were made for me.”

Wanda’s hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. “I was,” she whispered fiercely, her eyes glassy with emotion. “I am.”

The bond between them pulsed, alive and electric. It hummed under their skin, making every sensation sharper, deeper. Y/N felt everything—not just physically, but emotionally. The way Wanda’s body clung to hers, the way her heart raced in sync with her own, the way the bond echoed with every thrust—it was almost too much.

Wanda’s back arched as another wave hit her, and she cried out, clutching Y/N tighter. Her magic sparked uncontrolled at her fingertips, swirling red along Y/N’s back like a caress.

“Wanda—” Y/N’s voice cracked, her body trembling as she fought to hold back. But Wanda looked at her with fire in her eyes, breathless and wild.

“Let go, detka!” she said. “I want to feel all of it. You—everything.”

With a moan that tore from deep within her, Y/N thrust one final time and came undone, her body collapsing against Wanda’s as pleasure coursed through every inch of her. Wanda followed, shattering around her with a cry that echoed in the room, the bond flaring so brightly it felt like the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of them.

****

They stayed tangled in each other, breathing heavily, skin slick and flushed, the room humming with the aftermath of magic and love.

Y/N nuzzled Wanda’s cheek, whispering softly, “I’ve never felt anything like that… ever.”

Wanda smiled, eyes still closed. “That’s because nothing else compares. We’re soulmates, Y/N. This is what we were meant to be.”

Wanda’s heart swelled at the tenderness in Y/N’s voice. She wrapped her arms around her, holding her close as their bodies remained entwined, the warmth between them still lingering.

She smiled softly against Y/N’s lips. “You don’t have to thank me,” she whispered, brushing her thumb gently along Y/N’s jaw. “You’re mine. I wanted to give you everything. I always will.”

Y/N’s eyes glistened with something deeper than lust—something ancient and certain. She kissed Wanda again, slower this time, reverent. “It felt like more than magic. Like… you gave me a part of yourself.”

“I did,” Wanda said simply. “And you took it like it belonged to you. Because it does.”

The bond between them thrummed again, not urgent this time, but steady and full—like a promise sealed in heat and heart.

They lay there in silence for a while, Wanda tracing patterns on Y/N’s back, the strap still nestled between them, pulsing faintly with the spell’s residual magic.

After a long moment, Y/N chuckled softly. “You know, now that I know what this feels like… we’re never going to leave this room.”

Wanda smirked, her fingers sliding down Y/N’s spine. “Good. Let them try to tear us apart.”

Y/N pressed her forehead to Wanda’s. “They never will.”

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#wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x y/n #wanda x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #soulmates

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ducksido · 2 months ago

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Hi! I hope you're having a lovely day. I was watching some "Avengers" movies (god, I can’t stop watching the one called "war" or something like that), and out of nowhere, I started imagining—how would the characters from Twisted Wonderland react to a Yuu (preferably male) who’s an Avenger? I was thinking you could take inspiration from different characters(? I mean, maybe a Wonder Woman (in this case, Wonder Man? 😓) dating Riddle, and Leona with Black Panther?? Sorry if I’m not making much sense. 😭😭

Riddle Rosehearts × Wonder Man!Yuu

Powers: Super strength, flight, indestructible bracers conjured from magic. Noble, principled, and terrifyingly efficient in battle. Vibe: You’re basically a walking justice manifesto wrapped in charisma and polite sass.

Riddle tries to scold you for breaking school rules, but the moment you disarm a rogue monster from the Ghost Camera event with your bare hands, he’s sputtering.

“That’s... not how we duel at NRC, Yuu! And also—did you just catch a bolt of lightning?!”

You: “You said to handle it without causing damage to the courtyard.”

He becomes lowkey obsessed with your sense of justice. You believe in rules because they protect the weak—his heart does a full 360. The Heartslabyul students are so confused when Riddle starts blushing every time you call him “your little rose.”

Leona Kingscholar × Panther King!Yuu

Inspired by Black Panther Powers: Superhuman strength and reflexes, enhanced senses, vibranium-clawed gauntlets, ancestral magic from a hidden jungle kingdom. Vibe: Calm, strategic, and a bit smug, with deep loyalty to your people.

Leona thinks you’re just another high-and-mighty noble at first—until you outmaneuver him during a Spelldrive match without even sweating. The audacity.

Leona: “Don’t think I didn’t see that fake-out. You trying to show me up?” You: “Just making sure the prince gets his claws sharpened.”

He finds you infuriating and attractive in equal measure. He respects strength, but he adores subtlety—and you’re both. You challenge his laziness and show him what it means to lead with grace. Over time, your quiet authority makes him soften (just a little).

Azul Ashengrotto × Iron Mage!Yuu

Inspired by Iron Man/Doctor Strange fusion Powers: Tech genius, magical artifact wielder, portal manipulation. A dramatic cape. Vibe: Snarky, charming, and too smart for your own good.

You run circles around Azul in business negotiations and smugly open portals like it’s child’s play. He pretends to be annoyed, but really? He’s obsessed. You two are the “too powerful for anyone else” power couple. Everyone is scared of you both.

Azul: “I’d offer you a contract, but I imagine you’d find a loophole I didn’t even write yet.” You: “Oh, Azul, darling—I invented loopholes.”

The Lounge thrives with your tech support. You built Jade and Floyd magical espresso machines. You made Azul a holographic customer tracker. He’s in love and terrified.

🐉 Malleus Draconia × Stormbringer!Yuu

Inspired by Thor Powers: Weather control, god-like durability, storm-born magic. Can summon storms with your voice. Vibe: Regal, intense, a bit dramatic—but charmingly clueless about Earth things.

Malleus stares in awe the first time you call down a thunderstorm during a Night Raven blackout. You stand in the middle of the storm, eyes glowing, and then say:

“Sorry, I was cold. Thought I’d make some lightning to warm up.”

He finds you fascinating. You're powerful in a way that’s natural to him. The others fear him, but you match his energy—no fear, only wonder. You talk to him like an equal, even when sparking with raw magic.

You two take midnight flights together, him with bat wings, you surfing clouds like a celestial.

Vil Schoenheit × Vision!Yuu (aka “Aesthetic Android” BF)

Inspired by: Vision Powers: Intangibility, flight, hyper-intelligence, and emotional evolution through data and experience. Elegant af.

Vil didn’t know what to expect when Crowley introduced you as a “foreign exchange student from a distant… timeline.” You glide into the room, composed, graceful, and glowing faintly with cosmic energy. You analyze NRC like a poetic computer:

“The beauty of this place… is data arranged into visual harmony.”

Vil's ego was ready to scoff—until you proceeded to walk through a wall, save a Dorm Spelldrive match mid-game by phasing through the field, and then compliment his foundation by comparing it to nebula shimmer.

You’re logical, well-spoken, and slowly learning emotion—especially love. Vil finds himself constantly surprised when you’ll suddenly say things like:

“Statistically speaking, I find myself recalibrating around you, Vil. I believe this is what humans call… affection?”

He is NOT prepared for a boyfriend who phases through mirrors to bring him fresh tea during spa days. But he adores it. You remind him beauty isn’t just visual—it’s emotional, too.

Idia Shroud × Spider-Man!Yuu (aka “Neighborhood Chaos Gremlin” BF)

Inspired by: Peter Parker / Spider-Man Powers: Wall-crawling, web-slinging, spider senses, chaotic hero energy. Vibe: Nerdy, snarky, and charmingly awkward.

Idia has never met anyone who can beat him at games AND do backflips off the ceiling. You’re the only one in the entire school who can sneak up on him—by hanging upside down outside his window and tapping on the glass with a webbed hand.

“Hey babe! Wanna skip class and swing around the school? I found a cool mossy rock!”

He thought you were a hallucination at first. “There’s no way a real person just thwipped onto my gaming chair.” But then you offered him a home-coded arcade cabinet with your webs spun into LED wiring.

You two bond over tech, coding, and being the most awkwardly brilliant people in the room. You call each other dumb nicknames like “WiFi Warrior” and “Web Head,” and you cling to walls during romantic conversations just because you can.

When you get serious (like, defending him from a magical cyber attack), your goofy nature flips into “calm hero mode,” and Idia melts.

Kalim Al-Asim × Captain Sunshine!Yuu (aka “Yuu Rogers”)

Inspired by: Captain America Powers: Enhanced strength, speed, leadership instincts, a shield made from sunsteel. Glowing hope incarnate. Vibe: Sunshine protector who makes inspirational speeches and also loves hugs.

Kalim was already sunshine personified—but then YOU showed up.

You caught a falling chandelier on your first day with one hand, told Crowley “with all due respect, sir,” and then helped mop the floor. Kalim was starstruck.

“Waitwaitwait—are you a hero hero?! Like—defends the innocent and jumps off buildings and helps little kittens cross the street?! THAT’S SO COOL!!”

You both get excited about the smallest things—buffet tables, flower crowns, matching outfits. You're a “power couple” in the most literal way.

You give heroic speeches and Kalim claps every time. You protect others without hesitation. And when he gets overwhelmed? You kneel down and smile softly:

“You shine so bright, Kalim. Let me shield you when you need it.”

He’s sobbing. Jamil is quietly begging you to not encourage his chaos. You do anyway.

#twst #twst x reader #twst yuu #twst wonderland #twst headcanons

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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Prison-tech is a scam - and a harbinger of your future

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/14/minnesota-nice/#shitty-technology-adoption-curve

Here's how the shitty technology adoption curve works: when you want to roll out a new, abusive technology, look for a group of vulnerable people whose complaints are roundly ignored and subject them to your bad idea. Sand the rough edges off on their bodies and lives. Normalize the technological abuse you seek to inflict.

Next: work your way up the privilege gradient. Maybe you start with prisoners, then work your way up to asylum seekers, parolees and mental patients. Then try it on kids and gig workers. Now, college students and blue collar workers. Climb that curve, bit by bit, until you've reached its apex and everyone is living with your shitty technology:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/02/24/gwb-rumsfeld-monsters/#bossware

Prisoners, asylum seekers, drug addicts and other marginalized people are the involuntary early adopters of every form of disciplinary technology. They are the leading indicators of the ways that technology will be ruining your life in the future. They are the harbingers of all our technological doom.

Which brings me to Minnesota.

Minnesota is one of the first states make prison phone-calls free. This is a big deal, because prison phone-calls are a big business. Prisoners are literally a captive audience, and the telecommunications sector is populated by sociopaths, bred and trained to spot and exploit abusive monopoly opportunities. As states across America locked up more and more people for longer and longer terms, the cost of operating prisons skyrocketed, even as states slashed taxes on the rich and turned a blind eye to tax evasion.

This presented telco predators with an unbeatable opportunity: they approached state prison operators and offered them a bargain: "Let us take over the telephone service to your carceral facility and we will levy eye-watering per-minute charges on the most desperate people in the world. Their families – struggling with one breadwinner behind bars – will find the money to pay this ransom, and we'll split the profits with you, the cash-strapped, incarceration-happy state government."

This was the opening salvo, and it turned into a fantastic little money-spinner. Prison telco companies and state prison operators were the public-private partnership from hell. Prison-tech companies openly funneled money to state coffers in the form of kickbacks, even as they secretly bribed prison officials to let them gouge their inmates and inmates' families:

https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2019/02/mississippi-corrections-corruption-bribery-private-prison-hustle/

As digital technology got cheaper and prison-tech companies got greedier, the low end of the shitty tech adoption curve got a lot more crowded. Prison-tech companies started handing out "free" cheap Android tablets to prisoners, laying the groundwork for the next phase of the scam. Once prisoners had tablets, prisons could get rid of phones altogether and charge prisoners – and their families – even higher rates to place calls right to the prisoner's cell.

Then, prisons could end in-person visits and replace them with sub-skype, postage-stamp-sized videoconferencing, at rates even higher than the voice-call rates. Combine that with a ban on mailing letters to and from prisoners – replaced with a service that charged even higher rates to scan mail sent to prisoners, and then charged prisoners to download the scans – and prison-tech companies could claim to be at the vanguard of prison safety, ending the smuggling of dope-impregnated letters and other contraband into the prison system.

Prison-tech invented some wild shit, like the "digital stamp," a mainstay of industry giant Jpay, which requires prisoners to pay for "stamps" to send or receive a "page" of email. If you're keeping score, you've realized that this is a system where prisoners and their families have to pay for calls, "in-person" visits, handwritten letters, and email.

It goes on: prisons shuttered their libraries and replaced them with ebook stores that charged 2-4 times the prices you'd pay for books on the outside. Prisoners were sold digital music at 200-300% markups relative to, say, iTunes.

Remember, these are prisoners: locked up for years or decades, decades during which their families scraped by with a breadwinner behind bars. Prisoners can earn money, sure – as much as $0.89/hour, doing forced labor for companies that contract with prisons for their workforce:

https://www.prisonpolicy.org/blog/2017/04/10/wages/

Of course, there's the odd chance for prisoners to make really big bucks – $2-5/day. All they have to do is "volunteer" to fight raging wildfires:

https://www.hcn.org/articles/climate-desk-wildfire-california-incarcerated-firefighters-face-dangerous-work-low-pay-and-covid19/

So those $3 digital music tracks are being bought by people earning as little as $0.10/hour. Which makes it especially galling when prisons change prison-tech suppliers, whereupon all that digital music is deleted, wiping prisoners' media collection out – forever (literally, for prisoners serving life terms):

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2018/08/captive-audience-how-floridas-prisons-and-drm-made-113m-worth-prisoners-music

Let's recap: America goes on a prison rampage, locking up ever-larger numbers of people for ever-longer sentences. Once inside, prisoners had their access to friends and family rationed, along with access to books, music, education and communities outside. This is very bad for prisoners – strong ties to people outside is closely tied to successful reentry – but it's great for state budgets, and for wardens, thanks to kickbacks:

https://www.prisonpolicy.org/blog/2021/12/21/family_contact/

Back to Minnesota: when Minnesota became the fourth state in the USA where the state, not prisoners, would pay for prison calls, it seemed like they were finally breaking the vicious cycle in which every dollar ripped off of prisoners' family paid 40 cents to the state treasury:

https://www.kaaltv.com/news/no-cost-phone-calls-for-those-incarcerated-in-minnesota/

But – as Katya Schwenk writes for The Lever – what happened next is "a case study in how prison communication companies and their private equity owners have managed to preserve their symbiotic relationship with state corrections agencies despite reforms — at the major expense of incarcerated people and their families":

https://www.levernews.com/wall-streets-new-prison-scam/

Immediately after the state ended the ransoming of prisoners' phone calls, the private-equity backed prison-tech companies that had dug their mouth-parts into the state's prison jacked up the price of all their other digital services. For example, the price of a digital song in a Minnesota prison just jumped from $1.99 to $2.36 (for prisoners earning as little as $0.25/hour).

As Paul Wright from the Human Rights Defense Center told Schwenk, "The ideal world for the private equity owners of these companies is every prisoner has one of their tablets, and every one of those tablets is hooked up to the bank account of someone outside of prison that they can just drain."

The state's new prison-tech supplier promises to double the amount of kickbacks it pays the state each year, thanks to an aggressive expansion into games, money transfers, and other "services." The perverse incentive isn't hard to spot: the more these prison-tech companies charge, the more kickbacks they pay to the prisons.

The primary prison-tech company for Minnesota's prisons is Viapath (nee Global Tel Link), which pioneered price-gouging on in-prison phone calls. Viapath has spent the past two decades being bought and sold by different private equity firms: Goldman Sachs, Veritas Capital, and now the $46b/year American Securities.

Viapath competes with another private equity-backed prison-tech giant: Aventiv (Securus, Jpay), owned by Platinum Equity. Together, Viapath and Aventiv control 90% of the prison-tech market. These companies have a rap-sheet as long as your arm: bribing wardens, stealing from prisoners and their families, and recording prisoner-attorney calls. But these are the kinds of crimes the state punishes with fines and settlements – not by terminating its contracts with these predators.

These companies continue to flout the law. Minnesota's new free-calls system bans prison-tech companies from paying kickbacks to prisons and prison-officials for telcoms services, so the prison-tech companies have rebranded ebooks, music, and money-transfers as non-communications products, and the kickbacks are bigger than ever.

This is the bottom end of the shitty technology adoption curve. Long before Ubisoft started deleting games that you'd bought a "perpetual license" for, prisoners were having their media ganked by an uncaring corporation that knew it was untouchable:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIqyvquTEVU

Revoking your media, charging by the byte for messaging, confiscating things in the name of security and then selling them back to you – these are all tactics that were developed in the prison system, refined, normalized, and then worked up the privilege gradient. Prisoners are living in your technology future. It's just not evenly distributed – yet.

As it happens, prison-tech is at the heart of my next novel, The Bezzle, which comes out on Feb 20. This is a followup to last year's bestselling Red Team Blues, which introduced the world to Marty Hench, a two-fisted, hard-bitten, high-tech forensic accountant who's spent 40 years busting Silicon Valley finance scams:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle

In The Bezzle, we travel with Marty back to the mid 2000s (Hench is a kind of tech-scam Zelig and every book is a standalone tale of high-tech ripoffs from a different time and place). Marty's trying to help his old pal Scott Warms, a once-high-flying founder who's fallen prey to California's three-strikes law and is now facing decades in a state pen. As bad as things are, they get worse when the prison starts handing out "free" tablet and closing down the visitation room, the library, and the payphones.

This is an entry to the thing I love most about the Hench novels: the opportunity to turn all this dry, financial skullduggery into high-intensity, high-stakes technothriller plot. For me, Marty Hench is a tool for flensing the scam economy of all its layers of respectability bullshit and exposing the rot at the core.

It's not a coincidence that I've got a book coming out in a week that's about something that's in the news right now. I didn't "predict" this current turn – I observed it. The world comes at you fast and technology news flutters past before you can register it. Luckily, I have a method for capturing this stuff as it happens:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/09/the-memex-method/

Writing about tech issues that are long-simmering but still in the periphery is a technique I call "predicting the present." It's the technique I used when I wrote Little Brother, about out-of-control state surveillance of the internet. When Snowden revealed the extent of NSA spying in 2013, people acted as though I'd "predicted" the Snowden revelations:

https://www.wired.com/story/his-writing-radicalized-young-hackers-now-he-wants-to-redeem-them/

But Little Brother and Snowden's own heroic decision have a common origin: the brave whistleblower Mark Klein, who walked into EFF's offices in 2006 and revealed that he'd been ordered by his boss at AT&T to install a beam-splitter into the main fiber trunk so that the NSA could illegally wiretap the entire internet:

https://www.eff.org/document/public-unredacted-klein-declaration

Mark Klein inspired me to write Little Brother – but despite national press attention, the Klein revelations didn't put a stop to NSA spying. The NSA was still conducting its lawless surveillance campaign in 2013, when Snowden, disgusted with NSA leadership for lying to Congress under oath, decided to blow the whistle again:

https://apnews.com/article/business-33a88feb083ea35515de3c73e3d854ad

The assumption that let the NSA get away with mass surveillance was that it would only be weaponized against the people at the bottom of the shitty technology adoption curve: brown people, mostly in other countries. The Snowden revelations made it clear that these were just the beginning, and sure enough, more than a decade later, we have data-brokers sucking up billions in cop kickbacks to enable warrantless surveillance, while virtually following people to abortion clinics, churches, and protests. Mass surveillance is chugging its way up the shitty tech adoption curve with no sign of stopping.

Like Little Brother, The Bezzle is intended as a kind of virtual flythrough of what life is like further down on that curve – a way for readers who have too much agency to be in the crosshairs of a company like Viapath or Avently right now to wake up before that kind of technology comes for them, and to inspire them to take up the cause of the people further down the curve who are mired in it.

The Bezzle is an intense book, but it's also a very fun story – just like Little Brother. It's a book that lays bare the internal technical workings of so many scams, from multi-level marketing to real-estate investment trusts, from music royalty theft to prison-tech, in the course of an ice-cold revenge plot that keeps twisting to the very last page.

It'll drop in six days. I hope you'll check it out:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle

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amalgamasreal · 7 months ago

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On Personal InfoSec

Been awhile since I've had one of these posts but I figure with all that's going on in the world it's time to make another one of these posts and get some stuff out there for people. A lot of the information I'm going to go over you can find here:

So if you'd like to just click the link and ignore the rest of the post that's fine, I strongly recommend checking out the Privacy Guides.

Browsers:

There's a number to go with but for this post going forward I'm going to recommend Firefox. I know that the Privacy Guides lists Brave and Safari as possible options but Brave is Chrome based now and Safari has ties to Apple. Mullvad is also an option but that's for your more experienced users so I'll leave that up to them to work out.

Browser Extensions:

uBlock Origin: content blocker that blocks ads, trackers, and fingerprinting scripts. Notable for being the only ad blocker that still works on Youtube.

Privacy Badger: Content blocker that specifically blocks trackers and fingerprinting scripts. This one will catch things that uBlock doesn't catch but does not work for ads.

Facebook Container: "but I don't have facebook" you might say. Doesn't matter, Meta/Facebook still has trackers out there in EVERYTHING and this containerizes them off away from everything else.

Bitwarden: Password vaulting software, don't trust the password saving features of your browsers, this has multiple layers of security to prevent your passwords from being stolen.

ClearURLs: Allows you to copy and paste URL's without any trackers attached to them.

VPN:

Note: VPN software doesn't make you anonymous, no matter what your favorite youtuber tells you, but it does make it harder for your data to be tracked and it makes it less open for whatever network you're presently connected to.

Mozilla VPN: If you get the annual subscription it's ~$60/year and it comes with an extension that you can install into Firefox.

Proton VPN: Has easily the most amount of countries serviced, can take cash payments, and does offer port forwarding.

Email Provider:

Note: By now you've probably realized that Gmail, Outlook, and basically all of the major "free" e-mail service providers are scraping your e-mail data to use for ad data. There are more secure services that can get you away from that but if you'd like the same storage levels you have on Gmail/Outlook.com you'll need to pay.

Proton Mail: Secure, end-to-end encrypted, and fairly easy to setup and use. Offers a free option up to 1gb

Tuta: Secure, end-to-end encrypted, been around a very long time, and offers a free option up to 1gb.

Email Client:

Thunderbird if you're on Windows or Linux

Apple Mail if you're on macOS

Cloud Storage:

Proton Drive: Encrypted cloud storage from the same people as Proton Mail.

Tresorit: Encrypted cloud storage owned by the national postal service of Switzerland. Received MULTIPLE awards for their security stats.

Peergos: decentralized and open-source, allows for you to set up your own cloud storage, but will require a certain level of expertise.

Microsoft Office Replacements:

LibreOffice: free and open-source, updates regularly, and has the majority of the same functions as base level Microsoft Office.

OnlyOffice: cloud-based, free, and open source.

Chat Clients:

Note: As you've heard SMS and even WhatsApp and some other popular chat clients are basically open season right now. These are a couple of options to replace those.

Signal: Provides IM and calling securely and encrypted, has multiple layers of data hardening to prevent intrusion and exfil of data.

Molly (Android OS only): Alternative client to Signal. Routes communications through the TOR Network.

Briar: Encrypted IM client that connects to other clients through the TOR Network, can also chat via wifi or bluetooth.

Now for the last bit, I know that the majority of people are on Windows or macOS, but if you can get on Linux I would strongly recommend it. pop_OS, Ubuntu, and Mint are super easy distros to use and install. They all have very easy to follow instructions on how to install them on your PC and if you'd like to just test them out all you need is a thumb drive to boot off of to run in demo mode.

If you game through Steam their Proton emulator in compatibility mode works wonders, I'm presently playing a major studio game that released in 2024 with no Linux support on it and once I got my drivers installed it's looked great. There are some learning curves to get around, but the benefit of the Linux community is that there's always people out there willing to help.

I hope some of this information helps you and look out for yourself, it's starting to look scarier than normal out there.

#information security #infosec #computer security #computer infosec #personal infosec #browsers #internet browser #email #instant messaging #cloud storage #linux #pop os #linux mint #ubuntu #firefox #firefox extensions #long post

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ourlittleuluru · 5 months ago

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This is just gonna be a post about the 3.0 stream with just all things Xavier X'D;;; so pardon me

FIRST THING

Not Xavier pulling his "android" type lines X'D;;; first it was his usual way of speaking like how he just needs to charge his batteries. Now he's full on acting like "the android sent by CyberLife"

But also his callsign, a call back to his designation number when he's an Evol Police officer!

The little reminder that's in-game 🥺

And the notebook for Xavier in the stream demo tho!

Weird seatmate?! ToT PLEASE AND SERIOUSLY THIS JUST THROWS ME BACK TO ANECDOTE 3!! IS THAT WHY HE'S WEARING THE SCHOOL UNIFORM?!?!?!!! INFOLDDDDDDD

and LMAOOOOO Xavier being like... he's just gonna cheat at a race! by teleporting to the finish line! Stop avoiding the exercise! 🤣

the period tracker thing... is not something I use but maybe I might start using 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

but just the idea of them being supportive and by your side 🥺 trying to help you with any discomfort

The new platformer section for Abyssal Chaos seems fun! I hope it's not too linear :c

The fact we can split duo poses to mix and match T^T the potential!!! gonna end up spending HOURS in Glint again...

And another reason hours will be sunk is thanks to this Pro light feature TpT

ASDFGHJKL THIS XAVIER POSE PLEASE! IS HE SMIRKING THERE! OIIIII

AYO THIS NEW POSE FROM THE UPDATE THO! ngl Xavier looking like a doll there

AAAAAAAA THIS COMBINATIONNNNNNN

I'M SICK!! THIS POSE PLEASE AHHHHH

I"m.. the chibiiiiiii

Look at him chewing a giant meat that's the size of his body!!!

I can't wait for this new Xavier outfit ToT!!! MC's outfit is so cute too!

And the new memory is just இ௰இ

THIS FACE THOOOOO

#churambles #xavier love and deepspace #shen xinghui #xavier

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marcusrobertobaq · 3 months ago

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U leave all your data with the android and the punk deviates, runs away and starts making purchases on your credit card cuz your lazy ass forgot to call the bank and whatever CL client system to unlink the android from your bank acc and change your credentials for purchases.

It's pray the fact deviancy disconnect a lot of "trackers" to the point the android ain't got nothing about u anymore simply cuz it ain't there stored at all.

But, c'mon, would be so funny if Kara (after killing Todd) could still access his shit, even if the dude got hundred debts. Ofc u expect a game set in 2038 where androids can interact with EVERYTHING is secure. The problem is the fact people, for some reason, let 'em guard down about the possibility of a rogue factor - and how this hypothetical rogue factor, not hacker attack, could impact on things. So I keep my 👀 on how things would work in DBH universe considering we ain't got no fucking clue (concrete ones) about how shit really is after Act 1.

#that's where u get curious about how major crimes div would handle such android cases #dbh #kara ax400 #detroit become human

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spiritrosesaga · 1 year ago

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I found this amazing useful app for those of us who are Autistic, ADHD, or AUDHD! It's a cute little app that helps keep track of daily chores or goals i want to achieve!

The app is called Finch which you can download from the Play Store on Android. Link below!

I have already used it and I'll add screenshots for proof! Below!

With this app, I already feel more motivated to clean and any other tasks I find tedious! This game has a reward system so every time a goal is completed, you receive gems that can be used to buy your pet accessories or decorations for their room!

#finch #actually adhd #autistic things #actually autistic #adhd #adhd brain #adhd stuff #autistic women #self care app #not associated with the app or creators of the app #im sharing because its rare i find an app this good that helps me achieve goals thats free for the most part!#im so excited #actually audhd #audhd

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onemonitarsoftware · 9 months ago

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mossandb0nes · 4 months ago

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the fuckinv period tracker app the one called Period. That's just a period tracker,, I used to have it but now I have an android phone GODDAMN IT I NEED A PEROOD TRACKER that doesn't go "HI girly girl woman pink sparkle pregnancy woman. Heyyy girl it looks like you're on your period GIRL."

Anyhow Period. Is not available on Android phones and I am going to start tracking my period on Google calendar because fuck this shit

#yapping #angry rant #angry yap #does anyone give out free hysterectomies PLEASE I need one #I'm gonna explode if I don't get this thing out of my body #“just go on birth control” SHUT UP that's literally more feminizing hormones I don't want those!!#my options are very limited and I am upset

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humble-7 · 7 months ago

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New 1.85 Inch HD Bluetooth Call Smart Watch Men Sports Fitness Tracker Heart Monitor 710mAh Smartwatch For XIAOMI Android

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#smart watch charger #flight rising #dan and phil #scott smajor #syria #mouthwashing #mental health #agatha all along

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oglobalmart · 2 years ago

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#Smart Watches #Kids Android 4G #Sim-Card #Video Call #SmartWatch KT15 #Mini Telephone #GPS #SOS #Anti-Lost #Tracker

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medusapelagia · 2 years ago

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8 Au-gust: Robots and Androids - Part 9

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 , Part 9, Part 10

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Android Steve Harrington, Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson, Temporary Character death [Steve], surgery on the android Words: 2340

Getting off the building is incredibly easy, no one pays attention to a dirty boy while there is an android that crashed to the ground.

Eddie forces himself not to look at the crash site and keeps following the tracker.

He steals a black cloak, uses the hood to hide his face, and keeps following the tracker, he has no fucking idea who Stevie might have called but surely is better than being taken back to prison to wait for his death sentence.

He has conflicted sentiments about the android. Not only did S.T.E.V.E. saved his life two times in a row, but he is also half-human. Or at least he has some human memories buried deep in his codex and he doesn't even know. It seems cruel that he died like that, without knowing any of that.

Eddie shakes his head. He is not dead. He is a machine, and a machine can’t die.

But on every screen in town, he keeps seeing the video of the android that falls from the building and then crashes to the ground.

In the last image, the android’s eyes are open but there is no light behind them while he lies on the ground like a fallen angel.

Eddie is not looking at those images. He is not thinking about the android. He is walking toward salvation. Or at least that’s what he hopes he is doing.

“Boy.”

He knows that voice, Eddie turns and sees Owens hidden behind a corner.

He runs toward him, finding his companions with him.

“Never leave like that again!” Owens scolds him, while he hugs him “Are you ready to go home?”

“But how?!!”

“Someone made sure we received the message. We were ready to assault the prison to get to you but our informant told us that you had help from the inside and that we should have just waited for you to come. Now let's go, the quicker we leave the lesser are the chances that we are going to get killed.”

“There is someone…” Eddie says, stopping the man.

“Another captive?”

“An android.”

Owens glares at him “We don’t help android Eddie. We fight them! Don’t you remember?”

“But he is special!”

“I don’t care how special he is…”

“He is half-human!”

Owens turns toward Eddie “What?!”

“Listen I can’t explain it to you but we can’t let them thorn him to pieces!”

“And what do you want us to do?!”

“The town is still in chaos. He crashed on the ground so they are sending someone to recoil his parts. If we could get there and steal the transportation and its cargo we could take him away.”

Owens shakes his head “Eddie I’m not going to risk everyone’s life because you got involved with a fucking android!”

“He saved my life. Twice.” Eddie protests.

“He would have had his motifs.”

“I can't leave him. Please. He was the help that I had from the inside!”

Gareth gets closer to them “The android helped you escape?!”

Eddie nods, and Gareth turns toward Ownes “We need to help him.”

“That’s madness!”

“Our entire mission is madness, Owens, but if we can have an android on our side maybe he could help us!” Gareth exclaims.

“What if he was only working to gain Eddie’s trust? What if it’s just a trap, uh?”

“It’s not. Please trust me on this one!” Eddie begs.

“If you get in trouble we will not be able to save you, you know that?” Owens asks seriously, and when Eddie nods he finally agrees “So, what’s the plan?”

***

The plan is that Owens will drive them as close as possible to the crash site and then Gareth and Eddie will try to steal the transportation with S.T.E.V.E.’s body and they will drive to the interchange station where they will get on Owens' ship.

“Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes and then we are leaving, with or without you.”

Eddie nods, hiding his face with the hood.

“We’ll be there.”

“Good luck, son.”

Eddie and Gareth leave and they blend in as well as they can.

“Vecna.” Gareth whispers and Eddie sees it, kneeling next to Stevie and saying something to the other androids that lift the body. One of S.T.E.V.E.'s arms is definitely broken but they can’t see exactly how damaged the android is.

Eddie turns toward Gareth “Get on the van. And be ready to drive like a bat out of hell when I tell you.”

“Are you sure? We can still go back to the ship and…”

“This is important, Gareth. I swear!”

The boy nods and moves toward the van. Now Eddie has to wait for one of the androids to put the body inside and then get in the back of the van with Stevie.

Easy right?

He moves closer and closer, feigning to be a curious citizen but paying attention to hide his face until he is just a few feet from the van.

He sees Gareth open the van and gets to the driver seat, thank god they all know how to hot and wire!

When the android leaves the body on the stretcher inside the van Eddie smashes the van door against the android and the android, surprised, falls to the ground.

He gets inside quickly, screaming “Go! Go! Go!” and Gareth starts to drive as fast as he can.

Thank god Owens is still waiting for them.

“I told you fifteen minutes!” he yells, but he is still there.

They push the stretcher inside the ship and quickly escape.

“Hold on to something! We are going to jump!” he announces.

“But we are too close to the surface!” someone tries to protest, but the familiar knot in the stomach tells Eddie all he needs to know.

They are jumping.

***

There is only one person that Eddie trusts to repair Stevie.

“Are you sure that the coordinates are the right ones? There is nothing on that planet.”

“There is a small human outpost. I’m sure. I have been there before.”

Owens looks at him with uncertainty but in the end, he nods and puts the coordinate on their ship.

Even if the landing is better than the last one, the welcome is worse.

Hopper, wearing a thermal suit, is threatening to blow up the entire ship, when Eddie gets out of the ship, his hands in the air “It’s Stevie! It needs help!””

As soon as they get to the human outpost Dustin and El are waiting for them.

“Oh god. Oh god. What the fuck happened?!” Dustin screams, trying to map every broken piece in Steve’s body.

“He fell… He fell from a building.”

“How the fuck did he… oh no. Tell me he didn’t fly.”

Eddie lowers his eyes.

“Fuck! I told him! I told him that he couldn’t fly anymore! Shit, shit, shit! I have to run a full diagnostic. Maybe we can save his personality chip and move it to another android.”

“No.” El says, quietly.

“Have you seen the damage El? I don’t think we can repair him! We need… I don’t know what we need but definitely more than we got!”

El puts a hand on Dustin’s shoulder “We can do it, Dustin. We have to.”

Dustin shakes his head, trying to clear his mind, and then looks at Eddie “I will need all the help I can get.”

***

Eddie knows a lot about androids. He knows how they work, and where the weakest points are, but he has never seen an android so damaged as S.T.E.V.E.

“You can fix him, right?” he asks Dustin, feeling unsure.

“Why do you care? You are the one that kept calling him a tin can.”

He doesn’t want to explain to Dustin what he discovered, not if they are not able to repair him.

“The arm is gone, we need to replace it entirely.” Dustin declares, removing the screw that keeps the arm tight to the chest.

“What about his chip and his code?”

“Why do you care?” Dustin asks again “You are hiding something and I’m working blind here. So help me if you really want to fix him!”

“He might have some human memories encrypted somewhere in his code!” Eddie blurts out.

Dustin’s sight goes to El, who simply nods.

“You knew and you didn’t tell me?”

“I had my suspicions.” she replies while holding part of Steve’s chest open for Dustin.

“I swear to god… you and your fucking secrets…” he mumbles.

Dustin keeps working with a little cutting torch, trying to reconnect the circuits, and suddenly S.T.E.V.E.’s eyes open wide.

“Eddie…” he calls confused.

“Hi there.”

“What?” he asks, trying to move.

“You have to stay still. Ok, Stevie? You got hurt but Dustin is going to fix you in no time.

Steve sees his chest open.

“Don’t look at that, look at me.” Eddie says, taking his metal hand into his “Keep your eyes on me, ok big boy?”

“Big boy?” he asks, confused.

“Yeah… it’s a nickname, you know? A little name you give to people you care about…”

“People you care…” S.T.E.V.E.’s eyes turn black for a moment while a buzzing sound feels the air.

“Boy… boy… boy… big boy… big… boy… pretty… pretty… pretty boy…” S.T.E.V.E. murmurs like a litany.

“What the fuck is going on?” Eddie yells.

Every sensor is beeping.

“We are losing him.” Dustin replies without stopping to work on Steve.

“You have to turn him off.” El declares calmly.

“We don’t know if he will be able to restart him if we turn him off. We could lose all the data.”

“It is overheating. You have to disconnect the battery, Dustin. You have to do it now.”

The android is still babbling words without sense. His plastic eyes turn toward Eddie “I love you…” he whispers, and then Dustin disconnects the battery.

***

For a moment everything stills.

“Did he say…?”

Eddie is looking astonished at the android: S.T.E.V.E.'s head is still turned toward him, his mouth half open as he was interrupted while he was speaking.

“Fix him.” Eddie snarls.

“Look, Eddie, I like him too but…”

“Fix him! You have to fix him!” he yells, approaching Dustin in a threatening way.

El let S.T.E.V.E.’s chest down gently and gets between the two.

“Don’t threaten him.”

“He must fix him!”

“He will do all he can to fix S.T.E.V.E. but you can’t ask the impossible from Dustin. S.T.E.V.E. would not want that.”

“I don’t give a fuck about what he would want or not! He has to fix him.”

The air is full of tension between the three of them.

“I can try to work on him while he is disconnected, and then try to connect him back. But if I say that is not working we stop and I don’t care if you are going to kill me or what. I will not put my people in peril.” Dustin says, sounding immediately older than he is.

Eddie stops. Is that what he is doing? Threatening the humans to save an android? How the fuck did that happen?

Eddie shakes his head “I’m sorry… I don’t know what happened to me. You are right, obviously. Do the best that you can to repair him, ok?”

Dustin nods, and El helps him.

He is still with his arms inside S.T.E.V.E. when he looks at Eddie “Do you think you are thinking clearly enough to help?” Eddie nods “Good. Because I need more hands.”

***

They work on the android for hours, while Eleven keeps the time.

“If he stays disconnected more than six hours he is not going to restart.”

Eddie nods, he knows that. He used that technique on some androids to get rid of them.

“Time?” Dustin asks.

“Four hours forty-seven minutes, fifty-two seconds.”

“Good. We still have time. I fixed everything I could on his chest, now we have to work on his back. I think we must take away the engines, they are too unstable.”

“But you need to put something to patch his back.

“We could leave space for some wings. He would still be able to fly for a little distance.”

“It would take too much time, Dustin.” El declares.

“What do you propose?”

“Close him. Maybe add more plates to protect his inside.”

“Patch him up, Dustin. Enough to keep him working. We will talk about the specifics later on.”

Dustin nods and takes some new metal plates to cover the huge hole that Steve has in his shoulder “He will not be balanced without his arm and his engines.”

“What do you mean?”

“He will have to learn how to walk. I don’t know if its program is flexible enough to adjust to this kind of change.

“What does that mean?” Eddie asks, confused.

“That he will not be a hunter anymore.”

“And how is this a bad thing?”

“Eddie. If he is not a hunter what do you think will happen to him when he leaves this outpost?”

But Eddie has an entire plan that can work only if the stupid tin can keep working.

“Time?”

“Five hours Thirty four minutes, twelve seconds.”

“We have to close.”

“But it’s not complete.” Eddie complains.

“No, but I need time to see if it turns on or not. Help me close him.”

Fuck.

They seal all they can and then Dustin gets the little cable that connects the battery to S.T.E.V.E.’s central system.

“Ready?”

Eddie nods, and Dustin connects it.

For a moment nothing happens.

Then, slowly, S.T.E.V.E. opens his eyes. Eddie is ready to cry with joy when S.T.E.V.E. says a name he was not waiting for...

“Billy?”

Tag list: @shunna, @yourmom-isgay I hope you enjoy it!

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