#anyways giffing this again because i miss you kate

[expelliarmus]

[romanoffsbish]

Crazy in Love

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

VIOLENCE—Reader is slightly unhinged in the name of love.

Requested by: @kloy344 | 4,644 Words

Gifs from Google 🤪

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"Again!" Natasha barks down at your lackadaisical form, standing in wait with an extended hand as if this was nothing to her, because really it was, sparring with you was light work for the diet super soldier.

"But Natty..."

"But Natty nothing! We're going until you officially pin me down."

"That's my sisters job..."

Natasha lightly shoves you by your shoulder, but smirks anyways at the cheeky innuendo.

"Miss Maximoff, you've received an email from a sketchy source, would you like me to project it onto the wall?"

"Yes please, thanks Fri."

"Oh no, I'm crushed..." Natasha teases right back with her back to you as she packed her gym bag up, completely failing to see the way that your body had tensed, or the horrendous images that were plastered on the gyms walls.

"Oh no, I'm crushed..." Natasha teases right back with her back to you as she packed her gym bag up, completely failing to see the way that your body had tensed, or the horrendous images that were plastered on the gyms walls.

"Oh no, I'm crushed..." Natasha teases right back with her back to you as she packed her gym bag up, completely failing to see the way that your body had tensed, or the horrendous images that were plastered on the gyms walls.

There sat Kate—your precious wife, tied to a chair in the center of a barely lit room, her head was lolling against her left shoulder, and it was a truly sickening sight. The side of her face that was visible to you was nearly unrecognizable with all the varying shades of blues, reds and purples. Her entire right side from her face to her arms was adorned with gruesome marks. Once your eyes trailed down to see the pool of blood beneath the chair you could no longer stomach to see her like this.

"Oh my god, I think I'm going to be sick." You gasp, trembling hands clutching at your mouth and abdomen as the nausea immediately sets in, the only distraction comes in the form of Yelena's disheveled, and clearly battered form.

"It was a trap! They ambushed us, and Kate Bishop's been compromised!"

—

The entire team had squeezed there way into the briefing room once you'd sent off for an emergency meeting. Natasha relaying to them what's become of your wife since it was clear you'd been in no state to do it yourself.

"Look, we all care about Kate here, but we can't just go running off without a plan."

"Like hell we can't!" You seethe, hands quick to slam against the table, and without exactly meaning to you bent the metal all out of shape, creating quite the hazard for anyone near.

The entirety of the team flinches at the grating sound of metal being crushed, shifting back to narrowly avoid being impaled by the jagged pieces of metal, and you bite back a chuckle at the newfound fear in many of their eyes.

"You're far too reckless; not even permitted to be out on missions yet Y/N, so why don't you just sit back down, and let us handle this." Steve commands, sure in his false authority over you, his eyebrows quirked as he's met with your petulant laughter over your hopeful obedience.

Your eyes lit up and your hands soon followed at his smug dismissal, and your older sister was horrified as you seemed to be on the brink of losing control, and it seemed you enjoyed it. Seeing you so distraught, and to be honest terrifying had her wondering if her and Pietro had made the wrong decision in joining Hydra with you in tow all those years ago.

"Well how about you take your shield and shove it up your tight ass, Captain Dipshit, I'm going to save my fucking wife with or without the Avengers, don't think to get in my way."

Once Steve sees your hands rise he pointlessly lifts his shield up as a defense, but it does little to protect himself from the bright blue blast, quite the contrary actually as you seamlessly crack through the sturdy piece of vibranium, and subsequently throw him across the room.

"Welp, this seems handled, good luck kid." Tony quips as he stares in fearful amusement at the folded over super soldier in the corner of the room, then with a sly wink he tosses you the keys to the only jet that Shield has no access to, squeezing your shoulder as he brushes by you.

Wanda and you make brief eye contact, then after the silent discussion you turn around to leave the room with no more conversations left to have since everyone else in the room either supported you, or were far too terrified to say much to the otherwise.

"You had it coming." Yelena quips before she's swiftly following you out of the room and off to wherever it is you were headed.

—

Hydra had a fun time with you when you were apart of their testing phases, whereas your siblings phases were far more controlled yours were just a shit ton of experiments that sort of left you a basket case of powers, hence the persistent lack of mission clearance from Steve. So it's no surprise to Yelena when she finds you in the weapons room collecting every scrap of metal possible like a madman.

"What's the plan then Y/N Maximoff?" Yelena asks, shakily jumping onto the stool besides you with her best attempt at a smile through the pain, which falls flat as you truly see the damage they laid upon your bestfriend, making you that much angrier.

"Simple. I go save Kate, you stay here."

"Absolutely not!"

"You've been hurt Lena, I'm not risking your safety, plus—this might get even too graphic for you..."

"You're not going in there alone." She argues with her arms crossed over her chest, you look up momentarily to see the unnecessary fear in her eyes, and it honestly touches you to see how deep her concern for you runs.

"I know, Wanda and Natasha will follow, but only as potential backup though, something tells me I won't be needing anyone's help."

"Y/N/N... I'm fine, let me go..." She whines pitifully, much like a child, and you're realizing that fighting with the brick wall that is Belova is pointless and will cost you if you continue.

"Fine, but you stay on the jet, and that's final."

"This is why Wanda's my favorite..."

You pay her obvious lie no mind, fully aware that she hates being benched because it comes off as a sign of weakness, and no one's meant to see her as anything but capable. This is just her anger controlling her, but you can't miss this opportunity to tease right back amidst all the tension.

"Good to know, because it just so happens that Natasha's always been mine."

"How dare you tell lies to your bestfriend!!!" She gasps, and you roll your eyes at her sudden change in demeanor.

You just continue off towards the jet, ignoring her listings for why your words were clearly a lie, she continues to drone on even when you're working on starting up the jet.

"What the hell is she going on about?" Natasha groans as she moves to take over working on the control panels, and you watch as she immediately throws the headset over her ears to drown her sister out.

"Nice try, but there's no leaving without us." Wanda's voice suddenly cuts in, and you turn to face your sister with a guilty smile.

"You said they'd follow."

"Yes, because I was going to leave without them, and that honestly would've worked out had you not slowed me down."

"Yes, thanks for that Lena." Wanda teases while taking a seat beside her fiancé.

"Anything for my favorite Maximoff." She sweetly replies, while fixing her glare upon you, Wanda snorts at the clear lie, and Yelena gasps once she see your middle finger as a response.

Once you hear the sounds of boots hitting the pavement everyone's quick to shut up, and instead work together to get the jet off the ground before Steve and Bucky would attempt to use their strength to keep you guys grounded as Bruce would no doubt attempt to disarm the jet since Tony's unwilling to help.

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"Now, here's the plan." Wanda starts while standing before you, arm wrapping around her lovers waist for support since the jet's currently on autopilot, but she gets absolutely nowhere as you cut her off.

"Wanda, I love you, but you and I already know the plan, we discussed it at the table."

"No, you told me what you wanted to do, and I said 'we'll discuss it further on the jet.'" She chastises you as if you're still a child, her stance frighteningly similar to that of your late mothers; you shiver at the memories of yours and Pietro's past adventures riddled with mischief, and your heart aches at the reminder of all that you've already lost.

"It's simple math Wands, they hurt Kate, I annihilate them."

Yelena snickers, but is quick to fix her face when Wanda zaps her with a red tendril.

"You're not thinking clearly here, this is Hydra and you are their most volatile weapon to date. There's a reason they kept Kate, and let Lena go, please just think about this more clearly!" She desperately shouts, pleading for you to not be reckless in your methods for once.

"My mind is clear my dearest sestra, I'm not the unhinged basket case Steve has convinced all of you that I am. I will handle those Hydra agents with class and diplomacy.

Yelena and Natasha smirk at your play on words, both of them knowing damn well that you're about to go batshit crazy, and neither of them are in opposition of it either.

"Oh yeah, and how do you plan to do that" Wanda's obvious frustration seeps through the question, face falling as yours does quite the opposite.

"I'll do them an overdue service as I paint those hideous off white walls with their blood, all the while delicately stacking their bodies atop of each other to make a pathway to my beloved and praying they have safe passage to Hell."

"Can you take this seriously Y/N?" Wanda shouts in utter exasperation, her hands naturally illuminating in red as her emotions overwhelm her.

"I can assure you Wanda, I'm taking this very seriously! That's my fucking wife they took, if they wanted to live they should've made better choices. Don't stand here and act like if it was Natasha you wouldn't be just as furious as me. I'd be right there on your side at the ready too!" You shout, coming toe to toe with your slightly shorter sister, watching as her jaw clenches, and her fingers ball up into tight fists.

"Exactly my point, you'd be there to help me."

"No, I said at your side, because just like you wouldn't with me, I'm not forcing you into direct danger because of a battle that is mine. Trust me please, I am more than ready, and I'll come back to you in one piece."

"You're my baby sister, and I just worry this is all too much for you... I can't lose anyone else."

"Neither can I Wands..."

She nods in understanding, and with only a minute to touchdown left you pull her into your strong hold, lightly swaying her around, and humming along to the tune of a Sokovian childhood classic.

"I'm hacking into their cameras now Y/N/N, if anything goes awry Wanda and I will be there." Natasha interrupts the sweet moment as the jet touches ground.

"Deal..." You agree, squeezing your sister a final time before pulling back with a brave smile to offer her reassurance.

Incognito mode was activated once you landed a few hundred paces to the left of the building. Hydra agents were sparse, the ten outside met their maker in quick succession, telling you they wanted to trick you into a false sense of safety. Their shortcomings rather obvious since they overlooked your long list of powers, like the one that currently leaves you aware of the near to a hundred of them filling the three floors.

Their varying heartbeats widely scattered, but at least twenty of them reside just beyond the door you're stood before, and the one heartbeat that matters to you most sounds far too weak, so without a second thought you kick the door down. Bullets of all sorts come flying at you in quick succession, wide smiles decorating the faces of the many ill informed Hydra soldiers.

"Oh come on guys... This is just far too easy." You manage to say over your maniacal cackling, their terrified faces, and rapidly beating hearts beyond satisfactory when the last thing they see is the bullets frozen in midair turning right back on them.

With an accomplished look on your face you step over the limp bodies with ease, winking playfully to your family as you spot the camera in the corner, and only imagining their faces.

"Thirty down in less than ten seconds.. That's got to be a new record for her." Yelena proudly mumbles while the two older women beside her are frozen in place, sat in front of Natasha's laptop with their mouths agape at the absolute carnage left in your path.

The next floor you ascend to is just as full, but this one isn't full of soldiers and their toy guns, it's instead full of burly men with their fists up. The first five to charge at you wind up on their knees, your eyes shining a crimson hue as you hold them with powers much like your sisters, then just as quickly they slump forward as their necks snap.

Another ten do their best to bum rush you, but you're much quicker, phasing out of your place to allow them a chance to share a final embrace before your eyes shine bright blue and they fall into one collective heap, the once shiny daggers from your pockets now plunged through their hearts, the hilts sticking out of their back.

"Come on, this is getting pathetic!"

Your cocky remark is met with a quick response, five men arise from the shadows, each one landing a rather proper blow to you, briefly disorienting you, and your panicked sister was already headed for the jet's exit at the sight of your state.

"Detka, wait!! She's trained with me, she's more than capable of handling a punch." Natasha offendedly remarks, eyes expectantly awaiting your comeback sequence. 

As expected you make a quick comeback, the shocking truth being revealed, you were simply astral projecting, and their upper hand was a purposeful ruse to bring forth the remaining soldiers from the eery shadows they were hid. The women on the jet watched on in prideful awe as your smirking projected form winked at the overly cocky men before evaporating, many knocking heads after lunging for you, and completely unprepared for what you'd do next.

Sat atop a pillar in the corner of the room you looked at the fifteen men stood in the center all wearing stupid expressions as dumb as them. With the flick of a wrist they were overtaken by their worst nightmares, all stood there with tendrils of red swimming around their wide eyes, all screaming like the weaklings you'd always knew them to be.

While they were all distracted you summoned the guns of the already dead soldiers, each one floating in and stopping before the men frozen in place. Upon escaping your mind games each one would fall to the floor, a bullet straight through the skull, fulfilling your earlier promises of splattering the walls with their blood, and for good measure you'd added brain matter into the mix completely free of charge.

"Not gonna lie, but unhinged Y/N is kinda hot, do you think Kate would be willing to share?" Yelena unashamedly asks the women to her sides, receiving a harsh death glare from your sister, and a nudge from her own.

"What? I'm just saying... Girl could get it!" Yelena continues, jumping up before anything else could be done to her in retaliation.

Though you are absolutely killing it, it's also the case that you're feeling a bit spent after remaining dormant for months on end with these powers of yours. As per Steve's orders most of your recent training has been purely focused on combat, and your powers were only ever practiced in the dead of night at the cabin you share with your wife whenever you couldn't sleep.

The next set of stairs you take is used for the much needed breather, but then you hear the love of your absolute life's heart race increase, fear grips you as you recklessly enter the next room, and are faced with roughly fifty soldiers.

"Let's fucking go!" You growl, and they all charge at you with gadgets of torture in hand.

You're able to use your powers to throw half of them against a wall, successfully immobilizing them by way of snapping their spines in half. With Natasha's training you start to zig zag around the room, never letting them anticipate where you'll be stood next, and while doing so your never ending collection of daggers were taking them out in droves until you were down to three left.

With a sudden adrenaline rush you run full speed at the women, hoisting yourself up by the use of her bent knee you make quick work to wrap your legs around her neck, and flip her to the ground, a sickening crunch following.

"I taught her that!" Natasha giddily screeches, bouncing in her seat as if her child had just scored the winning goal for their team, and Wanda rubs her temples in search of relief from the crazy that surrounds her.

“What next? Is she going to become a poser just like you too?” Yelena groans while shoveling a granola bar into her mouth, shrugging when the women look to her in confusion.

“I was hungry, this is suspenseful!” She defends, settling back in between them to see what she’s calling your grand finale.

The remaining men look at you, each in a corner of their own, and silently discussing with their eyes a plan you audibly hear in your mind. Goon number one will charge at you, and in your busied state goon number two will attach a power dampening collar around you. As their full proof plan unfolds you make light work of goon number two, using his cobalt hip replacement as a means to knock him down.

Goon number one however does get you to the ground, hands pummeling into your body as he loses track of his initial mission, and you hear his pained thoughts about his girlfriend you'd just killed with the use of your thighs.

"If it's any consolation, she seemed much happier between my legs then she did in her final thoughts of you." You splutter out over the blood pooling in your mouth, enjoying the way his face contorts in total offense.

He goes to throw another punch at your face, but you no longer wish to waste anymore time, so you catch his fist then with a simple flick of your wrist he's flying through the window to free fall onto the awaiting pavement.

"Fucking idiots, all of you..." You grumble as you grab a cloth to wipe your face of your blood, and then in a matter of moments you fly your way down the three flights of stairs until you reach the door to the basement

A high pitched scream is met with your fast feet hitting the cold concrete flooring of the building. Every metal door is ripped from its hinges so that you waste no time finding the right room, which turns out to be the final one. 

"Well, well, if it isn't—."

Baron Von Strucker quite literally loses his tongue, your final dagger having sliced right through it as he attempted to speak. He fell to the floor like the pathetic bitch that he was, you swiftly lifted the man by the hair on his head, picking your bloodied dagger up you place it against his throat, smiling wickedly before telling him off.

"I'm the monster you always wanted, but you'll never have me, because I no longer cower to weak men such as yourself. So simple minded that you have to hide behind armies of equally as pitiful men and women, and use innocent children as your pawns in the game for power. Look at you, couldn’t even finish up a thought before I had you broken down on your knees."

His eyes widen when your blade digs into the side of his throat, mouth blabbering nonsense which only makes a bloody mess of his chin, he pointlessly squirms in your hold, and you allow him this final moment of pleading. Honestly, it thrills you to know you hold his very life in the palm of your hands, and with thoughts of your fallen brother, and beaten girlfriend you lean in close to hold steady eye contact.

"Good luck in hell, I heard Satan doesn't exactly believe in lube, but I'm sure the prongs will go in smoothly for you though..."

The blade slashes over his throat with perfect precision, his warm blood soaking your hand, you wipe the disgusting remnants off onto his combat suit, then carelessly throw his body to the ground, and leave him to bleed out.

"Y/N?"

Kate's unnaturally harsh voice shatters your heart, then the sight of her nearly brings your spent form to your knees, but you can't rest until she's out of here, and safely on the jet.

"Oh, krasivaya, what have they done to you?" You whimper, hands making quick work of her restraints, body catching her own as hers gives out immediately.

"I knew you'd come for me..." She whispers, her adrenaline clearly fading upon being in your safe embrace, and as much as that warms your heart it also terrifies the shit out of you.

"Kate, baby, stay awake..."

"Mm ok.. Just gonna take a nap..."

With a final burst of energy you take off in a sprint, your overworked legs burning the absolute last thing on your mind when your wife is so obviously barely clinging to life in your arms. When you make it out you approach the jet, door opening as you near, but just as you make it to the jet you feel a sharp pain in your right shoulder that causes you to tumble.

Wanda catches you midfall, using her powers to yank you and your wife onto the jet. Natasha jumping to stand behind her aims her pistol out and shoots the nearly dead agent through the heart, and Yelena lifts the jet up into the air before the doors are even shut.

Natasha gets straight to work on Kate, though most of what Kate needs will be received back in the med-bay, and Wanda's attention falls to your rough form bleeding out on the floor.

"Y/N, let me see your shoulder."

"No! Kate's worse off, take care of her..."

"Natasha's working on her as we speak, Y/N/N, just let me pull the bullet out and stuff the wound..."

Your protests die on your tongue when you manage to open your eyes and are met with the glossy orbs of your sister staring down at you. The obvious fear in her eyes enough to make you set your pride aside, weakly you nod, and she drops beside you to do just that.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be, you're still in one piece." Wanda soothes you, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as your body gives in to the overt exhaustion, and she pulls your slumped form into her lap, arms protectively holding you.

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Kate's eyes flutter open, eyes tracing the dimly lit room, but this time her heart is at peace. She's safe, and if her memory isn't playing tricks on her she's got you to thank for it. Slowly, and painfully, she shifts her face to get a better look at the space around her, her eyes settle upon the charming blonde Russian, noting the stitches on her eyebrow.

"Kate Bishop-Maximoff, welcome back..." Yelena whispers, afraid to wake you up because Wanda would kill her for doing so.

"Are you okay? Where's Y/N?" Kate begins to rapid question the blonde in a panic.

Yelena grabs her neurotic friends hand, then tilts her head to gesture beyond her bed, and once again Kate painfully turns her head, and she's unhappily met with your slumped, and battered form. Harsh bruises litter the entirety of your exposed abdomen, there's a gauze wrap around your shoulder, and your face seems to only rival your abdomen in most markings.

"Wh-what happened to her?"

"Kate Bishop, don't be stupid. She fought the bad guys, and trust me—she won."

"But did she have help? Why were they able to hurt her so badly...?"

"She refused help, she went rogue actually. Attacked Steve—it was so cool, she 'stole' a jet, absolutely obliterated the hydra agents—it was very hot. Then as she was running to the jet a lingering agent shot her, so Natasha shot them. She was completely unhinged Kate, it was insanely hot, I just felt that needed to be reiterated."

Kate's face contorts in anger when Yelena calls you hot, but it quickly settles when she realizes just how true the statement is. Even now, well especially now, covered in markings from the beatings you took for her—you're fucking hot. Can’t fault her for telling the truth…

"Where's Wanda and Nat?" Kate asks, knowing that you are truly their collective pride and joy, and they’d most likely be at your bedside.

"Fighting with Steve, who's mad that Fury found this whole thing funny, he even went over the soldier and cleared Y/N to go on missions. We’ll never lose again, she’s a total smoke show, wiping the floor with those idiots. I knew she would be too, the dinosaur was just being a petty freak since Wanda ‘stole’ Natasha from him, even though she’s a total lesbian.”

Yelena continued to ramble on about everything the archer missed while being tied up and tortured for twelve hours, and she had to admit it was a pretty impressive list. The elaborate descriptions of how you’d massacred the Hydra agents had her feeling all sorts of things, mostly pure thoughts though, because she didn’t want to get herself all worked up when neither of you’d be able to handle it in your rough conditions.

After about an hour the blonde was called away, and it was then that you climbed out of your bed, and made your way over to the side of your wife’s with the cutest pout she’d ever seen, your practiced puppy dog eyes honestly enough to beat out Lucky for the last slice of pizza if it ever came down to it.

“Baby, why are you up? You shouldn’t be moving around right—.” Kate immediately tried to scold you, but you softly press your lips to hers, careful of her bruised cheeks, and successful in your ploy to shut her up.

“You both talk too much…”

“I’m serious though, you’re hurt…”

“Kate, It hurts more being away from you…” You tiredly whine, in that childlike way that only she has the fortune of seeing, and she practically melts at the sight of your pout.

“I’m sorry baby, how about you climb in then, there’s plenty of room..”

You wasted no time climbing into her bed, lying on your uninjured side, and throwing your leg over her casted one as you got settled.

“I love you Y/N Bishop-Maximoff…”

“I love you too Kate Bishop-Maximoff.”

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[ageless-aislynn]

Oooo, you play mass effect, it finally clicked in my head. Who do you romance in Andromeda?

Also, I really did enjoy the game regardless of the amount of hate it got

ZOMG, you must've missed me at my most Andromeda obsessed, lol! I haven't actually been able to play it since last November, when my previous computer gave out and then this one has been super lousy. However, as soon as I can hopefully get my Vegas back on and thus be able to GIF (and vid) again, I'm planning on going back to Andromeda to finally finish the big Ryder twins romance GIF project I had going, lol!

In short, I've romanced every single option available except Scott/Peebee and Scott/Jaal. Scott/Peebee was in progress when I got derailed. But here are some posts I've made about various things, if you'd like to see them!

Sara's romances with Jaal, Reyes, Peebee and Vetra

Scott/Cora and the shocking, unexpected Scott/Harry romance 😂😜

I was working on the Scott/Gil vid here

I've vidded Sara/Reyes, Scott/Cora, Scott/Gil and my final vid ever was about Scott and his dad, Alec

Mass Effect: Andromeda incorrect quotes

Me at the bottom talking about doing an Insanity run and showing my Sara in her Mjolnir-like tanky armor plus the name of my crafted weapons 😂

I absolutely adore this game and I've honestly missed playing it so much! Also, did you know that Kate Kennedy aka Kai from Halo is the voice of one of the Angara?

I romanced Avela as Scott JUST for that fact alone, lol!

Anyway, like I said, I never did get the chance to finish making GIFs for all of my romances and I still hope to finish those last two for Scott. As for which are my favs...

Sara: Reyes. I'm a sucker for that scoundrel, what can I say? 😍😇 But Vetra is a close second. I have to physically restrain myself from flirting with her if I'm planning on romancing somebody else because there's no way I'd hurt my best Turian girl like that! 😱😉

Scott: Gil surprisingly became my favorite "I have to make SURE not to click the flirt options if I'm romancing somebody else" romance. I also, no surprise, loved his romance with Reyes. Cora also was great!

I honestly really enjoyed all of the romance options, except for Keri's (the reporter) and not for any fault of hers but I disliked how she looks kinda uncomfortable with either Ryder flirting with her while she's just trying to do her job. I felt like a real creep, I have to say! 😩Then at the end, after I've annoyed this poor Asari at her workplace this entire time, the "payoff" was we went from a table at the Vortex to Ryder's just suddenly outside of her room? Not even a kiss? 🫤(I legit have headcanoned that Keri never actually let Ryder into her room, just went in herself, closed the door, and left them out in the hall, lol! "That's for continuing to come on to me and never taking the hint while I'm clearly just doing my job, you creep!" 😖😂😉)

If I could've romanced Evfra *points up at his pic above* I totally would have because I'm a sucker for a good "enemies to lovers" trope, lol! And I think Evfra would haaaaate himself for falling for the human Pathfinder. 😍😍😍

I clearly have put a lot of silly thoughts into Andromeda, lol! Anyway, thanks so much for letting me ramble about this! Who did you romance? Have you played as both twins or do you prefer just the one? Default or custom? Do you mod? My computer was coming off the rails at the time so I've only stuck to what's available in-game but I've seen some beautiful Ryder twins and some awesome clothing options with mods. 😉💖💖💖

[kitkatwinchester]

I F*CKING HATE PETER!!

But I also F*CKING LOVE OUR PACK!!!

And as much as I f*cking hate Peter's manipulation and the way he's coordinating this WHOLE F*CKING THING, it is soooo nice to see (most of) our pack together again to take on the big bad.

I mean, we're missing two VERY KEY MEMBERS, our ALPHA being one of them, but we can fix that, right?

RIGHT?!

Also KIRA BETTER NOT BE DEAD I SWEAR TO F*CKING GOD!

I DIDN'T SEE A BODY!!!

NO BODY MEANS NOT DEAD!!!

THAT'S MY RULE OF THUMB!!!

DON'T GO KILLING KIRA ON ME LIKE THAT!!

Anyways back to how much I F*CKING HATE PETER!

"You might see human eyes behind those skulls. Do not assume there's any humanity left." "You do not fight Berserkers to survive. You fight to kill."

F*CK YOU PETER!!!

F*CK YOU F*CK YOU F*CK YOU!!!

I HATE YOU SO F*CKING MUCH!!!

You set this WHOLE F*CKING THING up JUST to kill Scott and I HATE YOU FOR IT!!

But there is absolutely NO F*CKING WAY you get away with it.

Not when we have a pack like this.

So F*CK YOU, and I cannot WAIT for all of this to crumble right in front of you, because the McCall Pack is TOO F*CKING GOOD FOR THAT, and Scott is TOO F*CKING GOOD FOR THAT, and he will FIND A WAY TO FIGHT IT, and the pack will FIGURE IT OUT, and you will be SCREWED, and I HOPE somebody kills you, because as funny as you are, I am SOOOO done with your manipulation, and I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!!

Also Lydia AND Mason are both in danger now, and Mason is SO IN THE DARK, and I F*CKING HATE IT!!!

I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT!!

Thank GOD for this pack and all of their amazingness with each other or I would never have any hope.

Derek being willing to sacrifice his life to save Scott and Kira, and Braeden not being okay with that in any sense of the word, but understanding where it's coming from.

Stiles going against his dad yet again, because as much as he loves and trusts and respects his dad, Scott will always come first. <3

Liam being determined to come in order to save Scott even though he is absolutely terrified and at a major risk of losing control.

Stiles and Derek's banter about who they're bringing.

Stiles's concern for Lydia when she's not picking up the phone.

Liam being so quick to jump in with a solution to attempt to ease Stiles's worries about Lydia and help them be able to leave to get to Scott.

Stiles's concern for Liam when Peter recognizes how scared he is.

Stiles's concern for Malia sitting up front with Peter, and Malia's little nod of acceptance about the "no bonding" knowing that Stiles is only looking out for her.

Stiles's confusion at Derek's statement about the talisman, but ultimate acceptance (albeit...not very smoothly) once he sees what Derek is getting at.

Malia telling Peter that Scott says they're not supposed to kill, because that's way promising and will probably get in Peter's way.

This pack just 100% going all in to save their pack members, no matter how hard it may be, and what difficulties they may hit along the way, because they all love and care about each other SO MUCH.

I've said it before, but I'll say it again.

To answer your question, Kate...

THIS is what makes Scott McCall special, because this is what makes the McCall Pack special.

They would drop everything and do anything for each other in a heartbeat, but no matter what, they will also always try to do the right thing, and that loyalty and kindness? It's gonna be the thing that destroys you--BOTH of you.

So watch the f*ck out.

Because we're saving Scira, if it's the last thing we do.

No matter what.

Not a gif, but it's a big ole f*ck you Kate and Peter, so deal with it.

(NOTHING can keep this pack down, and nothing can tear them apart (I'm just gonna pretend I don't know the plot of Season 5...), so F*CK YOU ALL!)

Update: YES KIRA!!! THAT'S MY GIRL!!! I KNEW SHE WASN'T DEAD!!! THEY WOULDN'T DO ME (or Scott) LIKE THAT!!! ATTAGIRL KIRA!!! LET'S F*CKING GO!!! WE CAN TOTALLY COME OUT ON TOP!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Update Part II: YES LIAM!!! YES STILES!!! THOSE ARE MY BOYS!!! ATTAWAY!!! WAY TO FIND THE CONTROL!!! LET'S F*CKING DO THIS THING!! WE CAN DO THIS!!! I HAVE FAITH IN US!!!!

Update Part III: THAT LOOK BETWEEN DEREK AND STILES I CANNOT!!! (Also h*ll, even Peter seems worried about Derek. I guess it's nice to know that of all the people he truly wants dead after all this, his own nephew isn't one of them.) Anyways. Stiles is soooo worried about Derek, but Derek is soooo worried about Scott, and he doesn't care what happens to him as long as Scott is okay, and Stiles can sense that, and as worried as he is about Scott, it clearly hurts him that they might be about to lose Derek, and I just.... Yeah I totally see why so many people ship Sterek. :'( :'( <3 <3 <3 LYDIA BETTER NOT BE RIGHT I SWEAR TO GOD!

Update Part IV (Because I'm getting lazy and don't wanna make a whole new post so I can keep watching lol.): ABSOLUTELY F*CKING NOT! You do NOT get to bring in an awesome Parrish and Argent save (Argent is seriously running on ALL of the adrenaline right now holy sh*t) and then KILL DEREK ANYWAYS. No. I refuse. He won't die. I refuse. And now Stiles knows that one of them is Scott, so WE'LL BE FINE RIGHT?! RIGHT?!

Update Part V: LYDIA AND THE BASEBALL BAT!! TAKING AFTER STILES!! WE LOVE HER!!! AND MASON COMING IN HOT RIGHT AFTER HER!!! LET'S F*CKING GO, LYDIA!!! LET'S F*CKING GO, MASON!!! MCCALL PACK FOR THE WIN!! <3 <3

Update Part VI (Okay I promise, I'll just make a new post the next time I wanna say something): NOAH WE LOVE YOU!! YES!! THANK YOU FOR STILL BEING A PART OF THIS FIGHT, no matter how mad you are at your son. WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH! <3 <3 <3

[booasaur]

Do you think they’re dragging out the angst? Because I don’t. I feel after what happened, is really unreal if Lucy forgive Kate.

I feel like they are doing this in a natural way.

Sad we haven’t had so that much scenes between them, but still we got so many scenes about how the break up is affecting them.

I feel that’s nice.

Lol, this ask on late Tuesday night arrived at such a good time. I'd been thinking about how Leyren, Kacy, and Marina handled their respective major conflicts and I have to say, I feel like Kacy gave theirs what it deserved the most.

Marina got over it so quickly, Leyren took a long time but kept Leyla off screen for most of it and seem to have jumped several stages of their reconciliation without showing how onscreen, while Kacy's taken a full half a season, with lots of screentime and discussions and involvement of other characters to discuss things. I really don't think it's taking too long, it's not as if there hasn't been progress, it's just been the more realistic two steps forward, one step back kind. Together or not, their scenes are still about how love they still are. We're gonna miss the pining and yearning stage when it's over, I'm telling ya!

In the olden days, main pairings took YEARS to get through this kind of thing, and I do think they were written to be the central season-long arc, with the reconciliation finally in the season finale. Which means they were writing backward, to reach the narrative climax this late, it was always going to take this long. I don't think people would been happier if Kate had done something even worse to justify the length. :o

I will say, I hadn't expected Lucy to be this angry or hurt for this long. I had kind of wished we'd had a little more insight into Lucy's background and why in particular this--well, it's been framed as a mistake on Kate's part, right, but even as an incredibly stupid hurtful mistake, just ending things and keeping them ended when she was still so in love? With the depth of her feelings for Kate, I wished we'd seen something like a past betrayal of trust, maybe a parent cheated, just something that'd explain it being such a dealbreaker. I didn't need it but I just wanted more insight into Lucy and her background. But even without it, we could make reasonable guesses like this could be the first time she's been this hurt and is unwilling to risk it again, or maybe she's dealt with dishonesty when it comes to her family and refuses to deal with it her partner, that kind of thing

But then the one thing they DID add was past context specifically for their relationship, which shifted things majorly. This wasn't a brief fling, it was a years-long physical and then emotional romance, FINALLY culminating in what seemed to be this gorgeous perfect love, and then it's ruined, in a way that rendered everything that happened before false. I never did gif the cute early parts of ep 11, on purpose. It wasn't that I didn't get around to it, I didn't want to because at the time, it felt like it was just to set them up as all happy and in love so the breakup later would hurt more. I just didn't realize till we got the backstory that it wasn't to make us hurt more, but LUCY. At that point, the relationship was meant to be so comfortable, she said herself, she can sit there quietly watching Kate read. How mortified, how HUMILIATED she must have felt to almost let slip an ILY in the morning and come back to a gf in the afternoon. I can get how she's just like, nope, you threw THAT away? Either this didn't mean as much to you or it did and you still treated us like that.

Anyway, I realize that I've taken so long to type this up the season finale's about to finish airing in east Canada in about 19 minutes, so let's see how it ends. :P

[randomshyperson]

Liberal Arts - Chapter 6 - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

thanks for the gif @abimess

Summary: A new job at New York University should be a fresh start. Things don't go as planned when you fall in love with one of your students. || Request by @ecruzsalaz

Warnings: (18+), explicit language, smut, dom!reader and bottom wanda, heavy angst with happy ending, cursing, secret/forbidden relationship, teasing, romanticism, legal age gap.

Words: 7.115k

A/N: I can't believe it's almost over! By the way, most of you were really focused on the blackmail issue, it wasn't my original idea that was that relevant (it was just one of the factors in their break up), but that will be resolved! I hope you all are satisfied with the ending.

All Works Masterlist || Series Chapters || AO3

--/--

Chapter Six - Pictures of Sports, Runners and Happiness

You were in the middle of an explanation about light and shadow when you started to daydream in the middle of class.

This was becoming more common than you would like to admit.

Maybe it was a stubborn way your brain found to keep Wanda in your thoughts, even though it had been weeks since you last spoke to her.

Your attempt to sink into work and ignore the small promise you made to Nat to keep trying, proved to be very ineffective.

Because Wanda seemed to occupy your head twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

"Professor, you are doing it again." The voice of one of your students brought you out of your mind, and the class let out a few giggles.

"Sorry guys." You muttered quickly. "Where did I stop?"

Fortunately, you were able to finish that class without any further interruptions.

And you were packing up your materials to leave for lunch when one of your students approached you at your desk.

"Hi, professor, how are you?" She asked a little uncertainly. "I know it's none of my business, but you've been acting strange in class. You get that dreamy, silent look on your face every time."

You felt your face heat up. "I'm sorry, Miss Bishop. It's some personal problems, I'll try not to do that anymore."

"No, no I'm not angry!" She quickly clarified half-heartedly. "It's just that you are my favorite teacher and I was wondering if you were sick or something. Not that I was watching you or anything, I'm not one of those stalkers. And I don't mean to be nosy either! I just-"

You cut in with a laugh, shaking your head. "It's okay, Kate. Thank you for worrying. I promise I'm not sick."

"That's a relief." She mumbles with a short laugh. Then she lets out a little exclamation. "I, uh, wanted to ask you something actually."

You raise your eyebrow in confusion.

"It's okay if you don't want to, but um, I kind of need an academic mentor, and well, you're the only teacher who doesn't hate me."

You frowned. "None of the teachers hate you, Miss Bishop."

She shrugged. "Don't worry, I don't care about that. I even give them a reason, after all I have set fire, accidentally of course, in the teachers' lounge once." She comments quickly and you look at her in surprise. "Was that before you came in? Well, anyway, that's all in the past. What I mean is, I'm going to participate in the sports nationals next week, but I just learned that I need at least one subject to put as a reason on the forms. And a mentor."

You heard about that. The vast majority of students choose math or English subjects as their title. You didn't understand exactly how the applications worked, but you knew that the math teacher kept complaining most of the time about the amount of students she was going to have to mentor.

"I understand that this was short notice, but I didn't think I needed it. And it's okay if you have another appointment, I can find-"

"No, Kate, I accept." You interrupt with a smile. "Actually, it's really cool that you thought of me for that."

She lets out a relieved laugh. And you finish putting the books in your backpack, starting to move outside, with her at your side. "Really"

"Of course." You say. "What do I need to do?"

"Just sign my application forms." She clarifies, still flustered by the fact that you had actually accepted the invitation. "And well, accompany me to the competition."

"Sure, no problem." You say. "When is it going to be?"

"Next week, at Kensington."

"How fancy." You joke, making her laugh. "Let's keep in touch about that, Kate. See you next class."

She thanks you one more time before you go your separate ways in the halls.

--//--

You kept Natasha hanging on about Wanda.

She kept bringing it up, trying to get you to make a decision, and you always made up some excuse and changed the subject.

And when Kate's competition came around, it must have been the first time you were leaving the house for anything other than work.

Because it was such a beautiful day, you decided to take your camera.

And of course Kate made a comment about this as soon as you arrived at the hall where the event was taking place.

They set up courts and gyms, but until the event started, you had the entire golf course area to enjoy. And the food was delicious.

"The camera suits you." Kate commented with a smile.

"Same for you and the bow." You return as you notice the equipment she was holding. "How did I never know you practiced that?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Well, I have no pictures using it."

"This is a great opportunity to change that, then." You joke, and she smiles in agreement.

As a mentor, you had to sign some things, and answer some questions. But at least you got a special badge and stayed in an air-conditioned tent.

There were many sports included in the competition, and you told Kate to feel free to go and talk to her friends and opponents, and that you would get to know the other people.

You really tried.

There were teachers from all over the world, as well as guests from far away countries. You think you saw celebrities, and there were lots of journalists.

You started to feel bored in a short time, though. The event was quite similar to those in galleries.

So you tried to distract yourself with your cell phone, and sent a picture of your bored expression to Natasha.

"Where are you, fancy girl?" she typed shortly after.

You quickly answered the place, and watched the three little dots of typing appear and disappear a few times before Nat finally answered.

"Don't panic, okay? But, I'm pretty sure Pietro is in that competition. And well, that means Wanda is too."

You widened your eyes, and were calling her the next second. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Nat sighed on the other end of the line. "Well, he's a runner, did you forget? This event is pretty big, there are people from all over NYU. Professor T'Challa mentioned he was going to London to mentor Pietro a few weeks ago."

"Why didn't you tell me that?"

"Because every time I try to talk about Wanda you change the subject!" She returns. "Y/N, breathe, okay? You two are living in the same city, and you work for the same company. It's not like you're never going to see her again."

"But I didn't want to do that today, Nat!" You return looking around. "Shit, do you think Kate will notice if I hide in the tent until the event is over?"

Nat laughed on the other end of the line. "I swear to god, you're worse than my students. Bring it on, girlfriend! What's this? You need to handle this like an adult."

"I'd rather go home."

"I bet you would." She jokes. "Look, I need to go. The time zone is horrible and I'm exhausted. Call me tomorrow and tell me how your gay panic ended."

You mumble a curse before Nat hangs up.

Okay, your mission now was to avoid meeting Wanda at this event.

Your chances were high, after all, there must have been over a thousand people in this place.

//-//

You found Wanda in thirteen minutes.

Luckily, she didn't see you.

You, on the other hand, seemed to have seen only her and nothing else.

Stumbling over your own feet, you bumped into a waiter, who knocked over the drinks he was carrying and attracted the attention of half the surrounding guests.

You narrowly escaped the curious stares after muttering many apologies, and hid in the back of the main building.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to put it all together.

The announcement that the competitions were about to begin made you let out a disgruntled grumble.

The Archery Competitions were after the Swimming Competitions, but took place at the same time as the Weightlifting Competitions.

You had a little free time to avoid Wanda before you slipped into the mentoring tent and didn't leave until Kate started.

Then naturally, you bumped into Pietro on the way back.

"Y/N? Wow, how incredible to see you here!" He greeted with wide eyes.

You giggled awkwardly. "Yeah, incredible."

"We haven't spoken in so long, how are you?"

"Good, I think. And you?"

"Nervous as hell." He returned with a laugh. "I'm going to compete in a few minutes, I was just going to the locker room. I didn't know you were into sports."

"Not really." You say. "I'm here for work."

He looks at the camera in your neck, and you shake your head quickly. "Not photography. I'm mentoring one of the archery participants."

"Oh, I get it." He says. "Well, Professor T'Challa is around if you want to revisit your old co-workers." He jokes and then makes almost a grimace. "And there's someone else around too, outside, I think."

You swallow dryly, and look down at your feet. "Yeah, I... I don't think it's a good idea for me to talk to your sister right now."

He frowns, but the speaker announces the first call for participants, and he sighs. "Look I have to go. But, I think you should give it a try. Wanda is less tough than she looks, Y/N. And I'm sure she misses you."

"Thanks, Pietro." You mumble.

He smiles. "Anytime."

As he leaves, you turn toward the golf course.

But you hesitate at the second step, and make your way to the mentors' tent.

//-//

The Mentors tent was one of the biggest, and it had a good view of the other competition areas because it was on top of a small hill.

You could see where the Archery event was going to take place, and if you walked around a bit, you also had a good view of the makeshift tracks that were set up for the racers.

When Kate's trial started, you took amazing pictures.

It was strange shooting outdoors and in the sun, because it was nothing like your style of photography, but the result satisfied you anyway.

The most remarkable thing was Kate winning.

You took pictures of the gold medal, the trophies, and the smiling figure. And gave her an encouraging look when one of the Olympics judges came to talk to her.

The running competition started shortly afterwards, and you stepped away from the tent area to watch.

Using your camera to get a clear view, you smiled as you spotted Pietro running.

You also managed to photograph the moment he crossed the finish line, and hoped that you would be able to give the picture to him as he left the event.

And then you remembered Wanda.

Moving the lens, it didn't take long to find her in the crowd of people watching. Your breath caught. She looked so beautiful in her flowered dress.

You were so distracted that you almost dropped the camera when Kate came up beside you.

"Are you a race fan, Miss L/N?" She asked curiously. You laughed awkwardly.

"No, I'm not into any sports." You muttered. "But the pictures of the kids running look nice."

Kate murmured in agreement, and you quickly moved to show her the pictures you had taken of her competition.

"They look beautiful." She commented while holding the camera in her hands. You stood with your hands in your pockets, looking at the landscape, waiting for her to finish. "Is this your girlfriend?"

You gasped in surprise and turned your head to Kate. "What?"

She handed over the camera, it had gone back to the beginning of the gallery, a picture of Wanda, from last year. You felt your face heat up, and quickly took the camera back, hugging it against your chest. "I-I..."

"I didn't mean to be nosy, Professor." Kate spoke immediately. "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

You shook your head, looking at the running test again, and Kate put it all together.

"She's here, isn't she?" she asked and you sighed, nodding. "Is this why you get so distracted in class?"

You massage your forehead. "Kate, don't worry about it okay?"

"I think you should talk to her." She insisted with a smile. "She looked happy in the photo. If you're not together anymore, at least say hi in respect to how you both used to feel when that picture was taken."

You bit the inside of your cheek, and then smiled at your student. "Since when did you become so wise, Miss Bishop?"

She laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "I've always been brilliant, thank you."

You laughed too, shaking your head.

A group of young men called out to Kate and she nodded. "I have to join the others now. And we'll celebrate after here. If you'd like to come, that would be incredible."

"Thanks, Kate, but I think I'll decline. I still have some things to do. But congratulations again."

She smiled and left after that.

You took a deep breath divided between what to do next. Taking one last look at the picture in your camera, you could only remember Wanda's words on the roof.

You couldn't push away the guilt that you took the smile from that girl in the photograph and replaced it with the tears she shed.

So you turned your feet and walked towards the exit.

//-//

Valky heard that you were at that event through a magazine.

It was Sunday, and you were making lemonade when she called you.

"And I thought we were friends. Please tell me you have some new pictures for me."

You laughed at her falsely hurt tone when she mentioned that she hoped that if you went to a public event, you would at least briefly mention it to your boss.

"I have a few things, but it was nothing planned, so I don't know if you'll be able to use it." You tell her.

"Your exhibition is coming up, it's your last chance to add something besides that one picture."

You bite your lips. What is this insistent last chance thing the universe seems to be bringing it up to you.

"Take a look at the pictures, Valky. If you like them, you have my permission to display it. But it was you who said that one photograph is enough."

"And I keep my word because that picture is flawless." She returns with a laugh. "But as I told you before, dear, so is all your work. Send me the photos, and I'll make a decision."

You sent the event photos as soon as you got back to your room, but Valky refused to give you an answer.

"Surprise will do you good." It was the only thing she said.

Agatha came back from the grocery store with purchases and you forgot about it for the time being.

--//--

Your exposure was indeed in short order.

Two weeks after that, you were checking your party suit in front of a mirror.

Agatha appeared at your bedroom door to let you know that the chauffeur of the limousine that Valky insisted you take, had already arrived.

"Should I have chosen a dress?" You ask unsurely, making Agatha smile.

"You look amazing, dear." She says approaching you to straighten your tie. As she does so she has an almost nostalgic expression. "Your mother would be so proud."

It is your turn to smile. "Her first exhibition was in Asgard too, wasn't it?"

Agatha nods in agreement. "That's where she met your father."

You murmured in understanding, and Agatha finished her tie, but held your shoulders. "I know you and him didn't get along, but he loved you in the way he could. And he would be proud, too."

"Sometimes love isn't enough, Agatha." You return. "Actions count more than what we say we feel, don't you think?"

She smiles, and strokes your cheek. "You are so grown up, Y/N. I hope you believe your words, and do something about your relationship with the woman you love."

You let out a short laugh. "Good move, Miss Harkness."

She walks you to the car, and you comment on how the choice of purple dress was perfect for her.

Agatha laughs embarrassedly when you say that she might end up meeting someone interesting at the party.

On the way to the gallery, Natasha sent several messages of encouragement, and said she missed you.

You sent her a picture of you and Agatha in party clothes and she typed that you looked like movie stars.

The gallery was very crowded.

Valky really made it big.

Journalists, special guests, and the biggest names in photography were there.

She liked to call it your return to the world of photography, even though technically you had never left.

But you think she believed that just because you were teaching now, that it was a kind of retirement.

"I'm going to start drinking before people start asking how old I am." Agatha warned as soon as you guys got out of the car, making you laugh. "See you around, honey."

She waved goodbye, and you noticed a few guests looking at her on the way to the bar. Agatha was in for a long night.

You made your way inside, politely greeting a few people and journalists, until you finally found Loki and Thor in the crowd.

"You look stunning, Y/N." Loki commented charmingly, moving closer to kiss your cheek. You just giggled awkwardly, complimenting the brothers.

Noticing that they were alone, you quickly asked about the dates you saw last time. Thor looked upset.

"Jane and I took a break." He recounted. "I think I rushed things too much."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Thor." You spoke, but he forced a laugh.

"Don't worry, I can fix it." He assures. "When I get back to the States, I'll ask her out again."

You nodded in understanding. "And Mobius?"

Loki took a long sip of champagne. "He's in Alaska."

You frowned in surprise, but Loki quickly clarified with a laugh. "We're not in a fight or anything. But he loves to ski, and there's some kind of competition going on right now. I said I wanted to be here to support a friend with her photography, and he went without me."

"And Loki is pretending he's not hurt." Thor sneered, and his brother grimaced.

"I'm not hurt!" He denied stubbornly. "We can stay apart."

The blond just laughed, sipping from his cup. You watched the interaction with amusement.

The exhibition started only when the gallery was considerably full, and most of the guests had a glass of champagne in hand.

Valky found you in the crowd, and led you to the center of the room where the first picture was displayed.

There was a curtain covering all the photos she chose to display, and you would pull the first one for the rest of the team to pull the others, starting the exhibit.

Everything was fine until you met Wanda's eyes across the room.

"Would you kill me if I changed my mind?" You whispered in Valky's ear, making her laugh.

"In front of three hundred reporters? Without any hesitation." She returns, but seeing your paleness, she squeezes your forearm gently. "Breathe, okay? The work is incredible. You just need to pull the curtain off and smile. And when they compliment you, say thank you."

You just nod, and Valky moves to announce the exhibition.

Y/N L/N's return to the world of photography is part of her speech.

You want to run away. Wanda is right there, a few rows away, wearing a gold dress and looking so beautiful you almost forget to breathe.

"Y/N?" Valky calls out, and for what seems like the second or third time. You blink out of your daydream, but the audience seems to think it's funny.

Swallowing dryly, you touch the handle of the curtain before announcing to the hall. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My first photograph was taken last fall."

You take a deep breath, and pull back the curtain.

Barely absorbing the loud round of applause and impressed sighs, you look down from the camera flashes.

The other curtains fall, and you see a photo of Pietro running, an honorable mention photo of your father, and one of your mother before you excuse Valky and leave the room.

As you walk out onto the terrace, Wanda freezes.

A couple greets her. "What was it like working with the incredible, Y/N L/N?

And there are journalists appearing next, and the flashes make her jump in fright.

Valky is stepping into the crowd and pulling her to the center in the next moment: "I wanted it to be a surprise, but you and Y/N are terrible with journalists I see." She whispers quickly into the girl's ear. "Just smile and wave."

But Wanda could barely react.

People continued to comment on the pictures, praising both the photographer and the model, and Valky tried to guide the whole thing.

"Please feel free to look at the next works, the buffet will be served in ten minutes." She announced at last, and Wanda could relax with the flashes dismissed.

Valky turned to her with concern, "I'm sorry, Wanda, I didn't know this would be your reaction to the photo. I thought you would be happy-"

"When did she give it to you?"

"A few months ago, I think. Why?"

"She didn't..." Wanda started and took a deep breath, trying to clear her head. "I never saw that picture before. She didn't tell me she was going to be exhibiting a picture of me, I didn't-"

"Hey, she asked me to keep it a secret." Valky spoke up, her hands on Wanda's shoulders trying to calm her down. "She almost didn't want to display it, she said it was the most special photo she had. It was when she showed it to me that I asked for your phone number, and said I'd love to work with you."

Wanda frowned in confusion. "So she didn't recommend me?"

Valky gave a chuckle. "Well, yes and no? I was interested in you when I saw the photo, all Y/N did was give the number I asked for and the link to your portfolio. The rest was all your talent."

Wanda sighed. "Do you know when she took that picture?"

Valky shook her head, and Wanda ran her hand over her face. "Look, I don't know what happened between you two, so I won't pry. But I think, something so beautiful, should be shown to the world. But I understand if you want to take it down..."

"No, Valky, that's not it!" Cuts the other girl off. "I was just surprised. It's her work, she can exhibit it if she wants to."

"Well, it's still your face." Valky returns. "And what a beautiful face you have dear."

Wanda shakes her head in embarrassment, and Valky comments something about her getting modeling jobs if she wanted, but Wanda is barely listening.

"I should try to quiet the gossip about Y/N running off in the middle of the event, so excuse me." That was the last thing the older woman said before leaving the other one alone.

There were a few people around, trying to get a better look at the main photo, and Wanda stepped back a little to allow that.

She stood there, trying to understand exactly what had happened.

The couple in front of her moved away, and she got a clear view of the photo again, and swallowed dryly.

She has no idea when it was taken, but she recognizes the university. It's just her, caught in the middle of a laugh. She thinks you probably took it from your apartment window because it looked like the front garden where she insisted on studying because she liked being close to you.

It's the perfect shot of the moment she giggles. The exact second her eyes light up with joy.

It is perfect not because it is her face, but because she looks happy.

Looking at the title, she chokes softly. In Sokovian, the name was described "Moya dorogaya: Prichina moyego schast'ya (My darling: The reason for my happiness).

Wanda felt her eyes fill with tears. She looked one last time at the picture before walking away, intent on finding you.

--//--

"Of course you exhibited a picture of me without warning me and just ran away."

That was the first thing Wanda said upon finding you on the terrace, and you jumped out of your seat in fright, mentally rehearsing your apology.

Angry was the last thing she was, but from the way she approached you, you figured she was furious.

"I know, I'm sorry, I should have asked." You started off clumsily.

"When did you take it?" Wanda interrupted your apology, looking at you intently.

You scratched the back of your neck absently. "Promise not to think I'm weird?"

"No."

You wanted to laugh, but just replied, "The day after we went out for the first time. I know I shouldn't, but I went out to get some air on the porch, and you were outside with your friends, and I thought it wouldn't do any harm." You tell and think it best to finish before you lose your nerve. "I just thought you looked as beautiful as the day I first saw you, and I promise that was the only one I took. I didn't mean to be a stalker or anything! I took it and ended up forgetting about it, and then we happened and that was the only picture I had, except it turned out to mean something completely different and-"

"What did it mean?"

You let out an incredulous sigh. "What do you think?"

But Wanda doesn't hesitate. "I want to hear you say it."

You took a deep breath. “It's about what you make me feel, Wanda. From the moment I laid eyes on you, it was like having light in my life again. That's why photography is so sunny, unlike anything I took before. It's about the happiness that I feel by your side."

Wanda swallows dryly, looking hesitantly at the floor. You think she is trying not to cry.

"You can't say what you want to say to me, can you?" She tries unsurely, and you let out an emotional laugh.

"I can, actually." You speak, taking a step toward her. "I love you, Wanda."

She raises her eyes with reddened cheeks, and you smile, shrugging.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to say it, even though I've felt it for so long." You say, and she shakes her head softly.

"Perfect timing." She murmurs, and then smiles at you, before moving closer and entwining her arms around your neck.

You hug her around the waist, and relax as you feel her sink her face into your neck, inhaling deeply.

"Please don't hurt me again." She whispers. You hug her tighter. "I won't survive."

"I promise I won't." You speak and find it best to look into her eyes, so you break the embrace to place your hands on her cheeks. "I promise I will make you as happy as you make me."

Her eyes sparkle from tears, and you smile at her. Wanda raises her hands to yours on her cheek.

"I'd like to go on a date with you." She says, and you let out a relieved laugh.

"Yeah, I'd like that too sweetheart."

Wanda smiles and moves closer to kiss your cheek.

As she pulls away, she removes your hands from her face, but keeps one of them entwined in hers.

She gives you a complacent look, and you really don't mind running away from the party to go out with her.

//--//

You end up in a small bakery.

It's much better than the last date, especially since you don't let go of Wanda's hand, and she smiles at you in a way that makes your heart beat fast.

You talk about everything and nothing.

And when you are sharing a sweet muffin, she comments:

"Why didn't you talk to me at the sporting event?"

You let out a clumsy laugh, stroking her hand on the table with your thumb. "Because I was in a panic."

"To speak to me?" She asked, confused and amused.

You shrugged clumsily. "I was embarrassed, I guess. I didn't think you wanted to talk to me anymore."

She shakes her head and places her free hand over yours.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you that day." She begins. "I wanted to hurt you.It was childish, I should have said I didn't want you to go anywhere."

You sigh. "No, Wanda, I deserved it. You had to get that off your chest. And now, we can move on."

"About that, I think we should take it slow." She comments and you nod in understanding. "It's just, we started so fast and burned out too. I don't want to go through that again."

"I agree, darling." You say and smile as you intertwine your hand in hers. "This time, we will make it work. I'll love you the right way."

She bites back a smile with flushed cheeks. She leans on the table with a mischievous look. "But it doesn't have to be so slow."

"Oh, really?" You return in the same tone, your eyes falling to her lips. "How slow are we going to move?"

"Kissing is allowed." She says looking between your mouth and your eyes. " Holding hands, cuddling."

You smiled mischievously, and moved closer. Wanda thought you were going to kiss her and closed her eyes, holding her breath in anticipation. But you diverted your mouth to her cheek. You kissed her skin and she sighed. You didn't pull away, whispering in her ear, "Is making you cum on my fingers off limits, then?"

She choked softly. "Behave." She warned breathlessly, and you pulled away with a low chuckle.

"I missed you, Wanda." You declare after a moment, as she normalizes her breathing and you rest your chin on your hand, watching her adoringly. "I missed us."

"Me too, you have no idea." She returned shyly. "Damn, I can't believe this is actually happening."

You smiled at the unexpected confession. "Are you happy?"

She nods quickly, and you think that's enough.

You spend the afternoon at the bakery, and it's the best you've felt in a long time.

Valky texts about the two of you disappearing and her having to deal with all the press by herself, but your cell phone is on silent.

It's late, and most establishments have closed by the time you two call it a night.

"Can I take you home?" You asked as you circled her waist while you both spun smoothly on the sidewalk, and Wanda threw her arms around your neck, making a thoughtful expression.

"It depends." She says, and you make a noise with your mouth. "Will you behave?"

"I always behave."

She laughs softly, and you kiss her cheek, once, twice, until she sighs and agrees.

You take a cab, and you are doing your best to behave as Wanda has asked, but it is very difficult when she keeps looking so beautiful just existing.

She is in the middle of a sentence when you kiss her on the mouth, unable to control your own impulse. She gasps, and kisses you back.

But you pull away the next moment, with a hoarse laugh. "I'm sorry, it's not polite to interrupt."

Wanda just stares at you with her eyes darkened, and her breathing out of rhythm. "Stop apologizing and kiss me again."

You smiled and obeyed. There are no words to describe how much you missed the feeling.

Her lips were soft and hungry against yours. And things were definitely getting too heated for the back seat of a cab, so you slowed the pace of the kiss, and let out a chuckle at Wanda's disgruntled grumble as you pulled away.

"Darling, we're not alone." You reminded her quietly.

"That never stopped you before." She returned in a husky voice, and you raised an eyebrow.

"What happened to behaving? Or taking it slow?" You teased, your hand against her thigh and your breath against her lips.

She sighed loudly, and sank her face into your neck, trying to calm herself. "Fuck, you're right."

She kissed your skin softly, and you squeezed her thigh, making her gasp. "Wanda?"

"Okay, okay, we can do this." She spoke as she pulled her face away from your neck. "But you need to stop kissing me like that."

You bit back a smile. "And how am I supposed to kiss you?"

"I have no idea." She confesses breathlessly.

The cab arrives at your destination the next moment, and you pay the embarrassed driver because Wanda can't even look at him from awkwardness.

"One glass of wine, and you're off." Wanda warns as she works with the keys.

"Yes, ma'am."

You don't even get to open the wine.

When you enter the apartment, you make a comment about her getting a really nice place. And she closes the door, leaves her purse on the floor, and takes off her shoes.

She walks to the kitchen, to get the glasses and wine, and you're unable to look away, watching the curve of the dress on her perfect ass and the way the hem rises a little when she leans over to get the glasses.

She was explaining about how she got this place with Valky's help, and that she was doing fine without her father's help because of the Asgard contract, when you can't stop looking at her mouth.

And Wanda realizes that, because she is losing track of the conversation quickly, until all that comes out of her mouth is a small sigh.

You bite back a smile."We're totally going to have sex now, aren't we?"

She just nods and you are already stepping closer, kissing her with passion as your hands hold her face.

Wanda melts against you, responding with the same intensity.

It's messy and passionate, and you gasp against each other's mouths, until your hands are reaching down and squeezing her ass, making her sigh. You grab her to place her on the kitchen counter, and the kisses don't get any more innocent.

Wanda entwines her legs around your waist, not parting your mouths, her tongue slowly and sensually moving against yours. Your hands go up the inside of her dress, scratching her thighs, and she does the same with the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling gently to gain more control of the kiss.

As you move up along her inner thigh, she pulls on your hair softly, breaking the kiss as she bites your lip and tugs, making you moan lowly.

"Bedroom." She asks in a husky voice, and you pull your hands away to grasp her waist and lead her through the apartment.

Wanda struggles to guide the way with you kissing her neck, and you end up in breathless kisses many times in the hallway until you finally reach the bedroom.

You lay her down on the bed, falling on top of her, and Wanda squirms under you, sighing with her eyes closed at the feel of your lips on her neck.

You tease the skin, kissing and sucking and applying pressure that will mark her, and Wanda does nothing but sigh deeply, pushing her hips against you.

Your hands come down, working on her dress. You can barely contain yourself, pulling the fabric hard and revealing her breasts.

Wanda chokes as you envelop her nipple in your mouth, the other in your hand, teasing the hardened tips with your fingers and tongue.

"You're wearing too many clothes." She complains, and she is right. You haven't even taken your suit jacket off.

And pulling away with a soft grumble to take it off, she takes the opportunity to look at you.

"Enjoying the show, darling?" You tease working on the buttons. Wanda doesn't answer, lifting her body to kiss you again, and you laugh softly at her impatience.

With your shirt half open, you kiss again with the intensity as your thigh fits between her legs.

Wanda flinches, choking in mid-kiss as she tries to increase the friction by pressing her hips against your thigh. You smile into her mouth, using one hand to lift her thigh and increase your reach, while your other hand wraps around her breast again.

"Baby, you're dripping against my jeans." You tease as you feel the wetness on your thigh. Wanda whimpers, forcing her hips in an unclenched rhythm.

"Just touch me at once please." She asks between kisses, and you move the hand that held her leg open against you up the inside of her thigh.

The material of her panties is ruined, but you tease her clit over the cloth, and she squirms with pleasure, her nails sinking into your lower back.

"Stop teasing me." She begs breathlessly, and you thrust superficially into her, smiling the way she chokes on a moan. "Please."

You kiss her softly, and Wanda sighs. Before she can even prepare, you move the fabric of her panties aside and you sink two fingers against her hot center.

You both moan at the contact. Wanda is so tight, warm, and wet against your fingers. You slip inside without difficulty. She digs her nails into your back, and you wait for her to get used to the sensation before moving.

It doesn't take long before she does, kissing you again as she moves her hips, urging you to continue.

You smile against her lips, removing your fingers only to sink them again, beginning to thrust them in a torturously slow and deep rhythm inside her.

Wanda becomes a mess of moans and whimpers within seconds. "God, I need..." She starts between one gasping moan and another. "Faster darling."

You shake your head gently, watching her with adoration. "No, baby. Didn't you want us to take it slow? I'm taking it slow."

"Fuck." She whimpered, trying to force her hips against your fingers. But you let out a hoarse laugh, holding her waist in place.

"Behave." You warned, pressing her clit with your thumb. Wanda threw her head back, moaning loudly. "You're doing so good, baby. Making a mess on my fingers."

You could feel the way she was tightening against you, her pussy clenching into nothingness every time you took your fingers out. The slow rhythm made Wanda squirm, whimpering for her release. You kissed her mouth again, sliding your tongue against her at the same speed as you thrust inside her.

It was enough for her to start to spasm. You bit her lower lip, and decided to speed up your thrusts, and Wanda moaned loudly against your mouth, unable to match any kiss.

She climaxed the next moment, arching her back with your name coming out in a muffled scream.

You almost cum just with only the image.

As she calmed down, you removed your fingers, and brought them to your mouth. Groaning softly as you tasted her on your tongue, Wanda watched you with darkened eyes.

When you made mention of going down her body, however, she grabbed your forearm.

You were about to ask what's wrong, but she kissed you with intensity, and spun you on the bed gently until she was on top.

"Let me make you feel good." She asked as she moved her lips away from yours to kiss your cheek, and then your neck.

Her quick fingers worked with the last buttons of your shirt as she kissed her way down your exposed chest.

You bit your lips, watching her curiously, but Wanda just kissed your breasts over your bra before continuing all the way where you needed her the most.

She kissed your stomach before pulling away to unbuckle your belt.

You wriggled impatiently beneath her, watching her smile.

"Don't tease." You warn, and she bites back a grin as she pulls your pants and underwear out.

With you finally exposed to her, Wanda gasps, kissing your thighs slowly.

You let out a groan, and bring your hands to her hair, gripping it a little tightly.

"Wanda." You warn, and she gasps with her eyes ajar, glowing with mischief. Her smile is sinful.

"Is not fun when it's with you, baby?" she teases and you clench your jaw, tugging at her hair slightly causing her to choke and clench her thighs together as she rests her hands on your thighs.

"Stop teasing. Last warning."

She nods and without breaking eye contact finally leans her face against you, and licks your pussy gently.

You gasp, the grip on her hair losing its strength for a second. Wanda repeats the motion, and you have to fight not to roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Go on." You guide with a husky voice, watching her. Her cheeks are red, but she licks you shamelessly. Tasting you, and sucking you like it's her last meal. "Damn, baby, what a talented mouth."

Wanda murmurs against your pussy, sliding her tongue into your folds, and you close your eyes, squirming against her.

"Fuck, that feels so good." You gasp with your eyes closed, feeling her work her tongue against your clit. "Don't stop baby."

She doesn't stop. Not even after you start trembling under her, and cum on her tongue with a throaty moan.

You have to pull the hair gently to Wanda to pull away from your pussy with an affected sigh.

"Come here." You ask and she climbs up quickly, landing her legs on each side of your hips as she brings your face closer to hers.

You moan softly as you taste yourself on her tongue, and Wanda is ready for another, rubbing her hips against yours.

"Naughty." You remark as you realize her intentions, holding her waist to control her movements, and drawing a soft gasp from her.

"Tired yet?" She tasted, making you chuckle. Your hands began to move her hips against you, controlling the speed, and Wanda squirms with a deep sigh, dripping against your belly.

"Baby I haven't even started." You tell her. It's your only warning for the long night you're going to have.

--//--

[pennylanefics]

Saved by a Soulmate - Derek Hale

a/n: again, this one doesn’t follow canon at times. back down to no ideas lol

*gif is by @churkey :)

•••

Something you and Derek bonded over in high school was the fact that you were both born a werewolf. Derek felt alone in the world, the only people he knew being his family, so when you flashed your eyes at him after sensing his distressed chemosignals one day after a particularly grueling basketball practice, he felt better.

During your freshman years, one day, you were leaving the orchestra room and saw him leaning up against the lockers, his head between his knees. You slowly walk over to him and ask if he’s okay, but he lashes out, flashing his eyes at you accidentally. To show that he’s not alone, you do the same, making him instantly shift back and stare at you.

Since that moment, you have been very good friends, and you’ve been by his side through everything. When his girlfriend Paige died, when he was being manipulated and assaulted by Kate, and when his family was killed. You comforted him through it all, and when he told you he was moving away to New York, you were more than supportive.

“I’ll miss you,” he whispers into your neck. He was getting ready to head to the airport with Laura, but made one last stop at your home to say goodbye.

“You’ll be too busy exploring the city and starting a new life, you won’t even think about me,” you tell him. He pulls back for a moment and smiles at you.

“I know you may not think I will, but I will.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead before running back to the cab and waving goodbye to you. And that was the last time you saw him for a few years.

Now, it’s been about six years since he left, but he’s apparently back in town, according to Scott, who comes to you at the end of the school day one day.

“Hey Miss (Y/N),” Scott yells out for you. You were locking up the orchestra room for the day, ready to head home. A few years ago, you had gotten the job of student teaching with the orchestra teacher, and you loved it so far.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Do you know anything about Derek Hale?” As soon as the name slips from his mouth, you freeze. It’s a name you haven’t heard in so long.

“Uh, uh, wh-”

“Listen,” he motions to your room, silently asking to speak alone. You unlock it and step inside, waiting for Scott to follow you so you can close it.

“I know what you are,” he tells you. You try to control your heartbeat, but it’s no use. “I know you’re a werewolf too.”

“How do you know that?” You ask defensively.

“Because I’m one as well.” His eyes flash gold quickly and then return back to normal.

“What does Derek have to do with this?” You go back to the original topic.

“He’s been following me ever since I got bit. He won’t leave me alone, and it’s getting really annoying.”

“He’s back in town?” You wonder. Scott furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Was he gone?”

“Yeah. He left after his family was killed. He’s been in New York since. I didn’t think he would ever come back.”

“Well, he is, and I don’t know what he wants from me. He keeps following me, telling me I need to learn how to control myself and stop seeing Allison, and-”

“Scott, I can assure you that he’s probably right. Derek was so broken when his family was killed, he told me he never planned on coming back. So if he is, there is most likely a good reason. Whatever he’s telling you, I’d listen to him.” Scott huffs, not liking what he was hearing.

“Can you just talk to him and tell him to let up on me?” You chuckle and shake your head.

“Being a werewolf comes with responsibility and control. If you can’t learn to control it, you’re going to expose yourself. I’m with Derek on this one.”

“Alright, well, thanks anyways.” With that, he leaves. You stand there for a few moments, taking in the fact that Derek returned, but you have yet to see him. You wondered if he changed or if he’s still the same cheeky boy you knew.

As the weeks go by, you hear more and more about Derek from Scott and Stiles, shamelessly listening in on their conversations at times. You wanted to see him again, but you were sure he forgot about you.

For some reason, about two months later, you felt this strange feeling that something was wrong. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you felt weak, you felt a dull pain course through your body every now and then, but physically, you were fine.

“(Y/N)!” Scott yells as he approaches you getting into your car after school.

“What is it, Scott?”

“It’s Derek. He’s missing and I don’t know where he’s at. It’s been a few days.” He was frantic and worried for some reason, but you calm him down immediately.

“Hey, Derek’s a strong guy. I’m sure he’s okay. But I can help you look tonight, if you want me to?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. It’s really unlike him to disappear for so long, and I need to talk to him about something.”

“You think him being gone for three days is long, try six years,” you chuckle, getting into your car to go home first.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” you groan, stepping out of your car and meeting Scott where he stood at the entrance of the wods.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I don’t know, but I’ve been feeling pain all over out of nowhere. I didn’t pull anything, I didn’t knock into anything, so it’s annoying to say the least.”

“I don’t think this will take long. I have a good feeling that we’ll find him.”

So, you two set off in the woods, being fully aware of your surroundings. After an hour of searching, you two found nothing. Scott comes to a large clearing that looks over the city, and suddenly gets an idea.

“Keep a lookout,” he whispers. Right before your eyes, he transforms into a wolf and climbs onto the rocks. He lets out a loud growl and waits a few minutes. When he gets nothing in response, he turns back and walks back to you, disappointed.

“I don’t understand, he-” He pauses as he hears the growl in return, his hearing and senses picking up a location.

“Let’s go,” he pulls you back the way you came and continues in the opposite direction. Even in the dark, you knew where he was taking you.

“Why are we going to his house?” You frantically ask him, feeling slightly better in terms of pain.

“I know where he’s-wait, how do you know this is the direction of his house?” He stops for a moment.

“Because I’ve been here. We knew each other before everything went to shit and he invited me over all the time.” Scott stares at you in disbelief.

“You knew him that well?”

“Yeah. We were best friends in high school. We bonded over being born werewolves. Being with each other, we felt less alone.”

“That’s crazy. Was he always so broody and sour?” You chuckle and continue walking.

“He was very cheeky. Flirting with me and other girls, getting in trouble often. Though I wouldn’t say anything too harsh about his mood. When you return to a city that holds so much heartbreak and tragedy, I would be sour too.” You finally come up to his house and Scott scans the area for Derek’s heartbeat.

After ten minutes, he locates it and instructs you to follow him down to beneath the house. That’s where Scott finds him, chained up. You don’t step into the room yet, scared to see him again.

“Scott, help me get out of here! Kate’s going to be back any minute!” Hearing the name Kate made your blood boil. Derek finally notices you after you come into view, stepping into the torture room. He freezes and stares you down.

“Oh my god,” he breathes out, a sudden rush of emotions hitting him. You hold back running to him and hugging him, mainly because he was still chained up, and you didn’t know if he still felt the same way about you.

“Release him, Scott. We need to get out of here.”

“No,” Scott says. You glare at him in confusion.

“Scott!” Derek yells. “Get me out of here now!”

“Not until you promise to help me with Peter and tell him to not hurt Allison!” You couldn’t believe after all this, Scott was giving Derek an ultimatum to let him go. So, you took matters into your own hands.

You run over and rip apart the second cuff off his hand. He falls against you and locks you in his grip. You are pressed tight against his body, his familiar heartbeat filling your ears.

“I missed you so much,” you mumble against his chest. He laughs quietly and you could feel his body trembling, almost like he was crying.

“Thank you,” he says through a suppressed breath.

Derek grabs his clothes, phone, and wallet then follows you two to escape. When you’ve gotten far enough from his house, Allison comes up to the three of you, but Scott runs to her before she can tell that Derek’s with you.

You and Derek continue running until you get to your car, where you hop in quickly and speed off before anyone notices. The drive back to your place is silent. Derek’s heartbeat is steady the entire time, and you could tell he was trying to wrap his head around everything that happened.

Once you both take showers and Derek has some of your brother’s old clothes, he settles in the guest bedroom.

“Here’s some water,” you say, stepping inside the room quietly. You hand him the glass and he downs it right away.

“Thank you.” His voice was strained, you could sense the hurt in it; you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms.

“As soon as I heard it was Kate holding you hostage, I knew we needed to leave. I can’t believe she came back as well.”

“Yeah well, she lured my sister back and killed her, so why not repeat history and assault me more.” You take a seat next to him and rub his arm comfortingly.

“I’m really sorry this happened,” you whisper, trailing your fingers down to his hand. “You don’t deserve it.”

“It happens.”

“It shouldn’t.” The room falls silent and before you know it, Derek lets out a strangled sob.

“Oh Der,” you coo, crawling under the covers to bring him into your arms.

“Shhh, you’re safe now. Scott texted me and said that Kate was killed. You’re okay.” He sobs out more, breaking your heart. Again, you felt the same pain you’ve been feeling, though this time it was different. You felt Derek’s emotion, his heartbreak; you felt like crying with him, but you remained strong.

“I seriously can’t thank you enough for saving me,” he whispers once he’s calmed down enough. You wipe his tears away with your thumbs and cradle his face in your hands.

“I’d do anything for you, Derek. And saving you from Kate was my main priority. She’s a fucking monster.” He chuckles and nods, nestling his face into your touch.

“I’m glad she’s dead.”

“Me too.”

You two stare at each other for a moment before you sit up and clear your throat.

“Can I ask you a question?” You begin. He follows you and sits up against the headboard, his hand grabbing onto yours.

“Of course.” You collect your thoughts before continuing.

“What did your mom tell you about mates?” Derek smiles and stares down at your hands.

“She said your mate will always feel what the other feels. So if one gets stabbed in the leg, you’ll feel it. Not as excruciatingly, but it’ll be a dull pain.” Your heart rate picks up and you smile softly.

“Follow up question, or rather statement. I think you’re my mate,” you confess. Derek’s eyebrows raise as he gazes over at you.

“Huh?”

“Since you went missing, when Scott claimed you did, I’ve felt this ache in my body. Then we find you, hooked up to an electrical circuit of some sort. I’ve been feeling your pain every time you got shocked. And just now, when you broke down, I could feel the sadness and loss in your heart, and I felt like sobbing out as well.”

Derek is stunned, to say the least. He never thought his own mate would be right before him since he was fourteen. But now, there was nothing standing in your way, no girlfriends, no manipulative pieces of shit trying to get dirt on your family, just you and him.

“I mean, I can’t say I’m shocked because my mother always told me you were perfect for me. I guess she knew deep down that we were mates,” he smiles softly and pulls you back into his arms for a nice cuddle. You chuckle and curl into his chest.

“She was always right about everything. Not surprising she was right about us.”

“I’m glad. You’ve seen me through so much shit, I’ve been away for six years, and you’re still by my side.” You look up at him with a small grin on your lips.

“I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else. I love you.” You lean over and press your lips to his for the first time. He initiates another few kisses before stopping and resting his forehead on yours, his breath hitting your lips.

“I love you too,” he whispers.

[bi-demon-ium]

If Season 2 should give Nicholas Benedict a love interest who would you believe it to be????

dflgkjfdg i mean. there are like. multiple questions implied in this one question

should?? no. absolutely should not. no love interests. kate and martina can hold hands as a treat and that is IT. this is a show about found family and i want NO romance. yes i ship mr benedict and milligan yes i want zero romance in the actual canon like. AAAAAAAA. no. leave him alone hes a dad and they're all a big platonic family

if they have to give him a love interest like if i had to give him something gun to my head i'd just want them to like. idk casually mention an ex boyfriend or something because that would be really funny and then never bring it up again. no kissing and nothing current. simple as that. like. dlkgjfdg i dont know

that being said if he and milligan actually kissed onscreen i'd lose my mind. like, mostly in a bad way, but .... like. listen. do i want it to happen? no. like i said, i don't want any romance in the show at all and i don't trust them not to fuck it up anyway even if i DID want that to happen. but would i gif it to hell and back? yeah<3

but that would never happen. realistically if they gave him a love interest it'd either be miss perumal (i HATE it here do not do this please im BEGGING you) or they'd introduce some random woman who's new and specifically for this or it's like dr. garrison somehow or worse they'd bring back someone from the books but like. in a bad way. violet shows up but she's mr benedict's ex wife or some shit. i hate that i'm even thinking about this. tears. tears

PLEASE NO LOVE INTEREST IN THE SHOW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[claryxjackson]

i hope it’s okay but what are your thoughts on a crossover between audrey and abra?? 👀🙈

yes! no it is absolutely okay!!

okay honestly i feel like their dynamic would be just a lil weird because i mean... there is so much going on there

ah okay this is very complicated to approach given Harvey

eh whatever i'll figure it out

this kind of turned into a crossover with Audrey, Harvey and Abra. Whoops.

Abra, who's job it was to know anything and everything about Clint Barton, upon finding out that Audrey exists: oh they should have fired me. how did i miss this?

so i guess assuming Clint gets his mind wiped like I believe you were planning here Abra and Clint would still get together

so by The Winter Soldier they've been married for a year, and Janie is a couple months old so his ex suddenly reappearing complicates things just a little bit

and the fact that they have a daughter? complicates everything just a little bit more

anyway now we've gotten to the actual Audrey part

okay, Abra would love Audrey so much though. weird situation be damned she would love her

I think Audrey would be just a touch resentful of the fact that Clint is pulling himself together to raise Janie, she would never bring it up but Abra picks up on it pretty quickly and makes them talk it out

tbh I can really see her being a good middleman for them because she speaks Clint and she understands Audrey’s side of the story too

also Audrey attempting to help Clint teach Abra how to use a bow and arrow and it goes so badly they all agree to never, ever, try that again

I’m just gonna skip to Hawkeye now because that is really where I think they’ll click best

Abra gives her a song by song recap of Rogers: the Musical because she missed out on going

Abra just going “aw what the hell?” when Audrey basically threatens to shoot them when they go after Kate to get the suit back

I just… cannot stop picturing Abra and Audrey finding out Clint is Ronin and going “well then.”

also Abra going into mom mode immediately and zeroing in on Audrey and Kate, she would be so obnoxious about it because she hasn’t had someone to gossip with in y e a r s

dhdhdh this is probably so messy I’m so sorry, but the gist of it is that I think they would be a Very Good crossover my thoughts just make no sense

and now please enjoy some gifs to make up for how nonsensical this is

[madeofhellfire]

Hey loves, I'm back from my semi-hiatus ☺️❤️ I had to use the gif- I love my murder baby 🥺 rant/update will be below the cut..

I know I wasn’t gone long; it was like a week? I’m feeling much better, certainly a lot better than I was. My therapist called the home phone and my Mom just scheduled the appointment for me, which never again because it was for 10am, which I know isn’t that early but I’m not the most talkative in the morning which isn’t the best thing for a therapy appointment. My therapist when she scheduled me for my next appointment said that she put me down for 11am like usual 😂 I also got scheduled to see the doctor finally!

I’m going to work on replies and everything tomorrow because I started my period today 🙃 And all I wanna do right now is lay in bed and watch SPN, which btw I’m almost on season 11 now! I balled like a baby for a good half hour last night when Charlie died 😭 I also watched Hawkeye while I was away because I didn’t have Netflix for a bit and ugh it was so good, I need a TFATWS but with Kate and Yelena asap- I love them. I’ll probably reblog some memes and whatnot and I might work on updating my starters if I have the energy- anyways, I really missed you all and I’m really happy to be back ❤️

[katherinewilliams221b]

For A Greater Good 17/18

Gif not mine just the text. Reunions

Summary: Kate Williams, young healer and member of the Order,  joins Durmstrang’s staff at Dumbledore’s request. Her mission? Find a     Death Eater and survive long enough to tell the story. Set in 1996.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x ofc/mc

Masterlist

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

[Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

[Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14]

[Part 15] [Part 16]

Warnings:  mentions of sex (if you blink you miss it)

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Sounds of voices drew Kate back to consciousness.

“She’s been asleep for far too long…”

“She needs rest to wear the poison out.”

Kate tried to open her eyes, but they were too heavy, it was going to hurt opening them.

“I think she moved. Did you see that?”

“Tonks, she didn’t move. Let’s go…”

“Bill, are you going to let her wake up alone in a dark room?”

She proved her fingers and tapped them, feeling something soft, a bed, then forced her eyes open and immediately regretted it. They stung like she’d just been stabbed with a quill.

The blurry image in front of her cleared in a matter of seconds, revealing a blue-haired Tonks staring intently at her.

“Oh, thank Merlin! That greasy snake of Snape gave you a sleeping draught and disappeared without a word. The bastard... next time I swear I will…”

“Tonks, let her breathe. Go and wake up Charles, he’d want to see her.”

Bill approached the bed and sat down next to her. Kate grimaced and looked around; she recognised the gloomy walls of Grimmauld Place. Noticing the nightstand, she pointed at the glass of water, and Bill urged giving it to her. After a few complicated sips, she leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

“You gave us quite a scare, sis.” 

“Why am I here?” She whispered.

“You… you came here. Yesterday. You’ve been sleeping for a day. It’s one in the morning.”

Her eyes travelled downwards and searched his. The door burst open, revealing Tonks and Charlie, who was by her side before she acknowledged him.

“How are you feeling? Are you hungry?” Tonks practically shouted, holding her hand and missing Charlie’s disapproving look. Kate hissed at the touch but grasped her hand, anyway.

“No, I’m... thirsty.” Charlie helped her sit against the headboard while Bill handed her the glass again.

Kate took some complicated sips and gave Charlie a weak smile. Instead of returning it, he gently grabbed her arm and lifted her sleeve, revealing a big scar that went from her elbow to the inner centre of her forearm.

 “This looks much better.” Kate’s eyes widened at the sight.

“What in the bloody hell happened to me?”

Bill stood up and walked to the window, staring out of it, and Tonks sat in his place. Kate hissed at the cold contact of the cream that Charlie was rubbing on her forearm.

“You were poisoned, we don’t know exactly how. You had scratches, nothing else.” Kate pointed at her arm and raised her eyebrows.

“And this?” Tonks flinched, remembering the scene; seeing her unconscious friend with blood all over her body was a sight she would not forget.

“I don’t know what happened, I think you panicked and apparated here, or someone brought you, you just appeared on the street. You splinched,” she pointed at her arm. 

“You cast vermillious at the windows and Mum and Snape ran to you.” Said Bill. “You were mumbling something about a parchment and trying to cure your arm without your wand. I don’t think you were aware of what you were doing.” He made a pause when their eyes met, and he turned his head to the window. “You made it here in one jump, I’m surprised that’s the only thing that happened.”

“Bill!” Tonks admonished and started to protest, but the redhead stopped her, waving his hand. “I’m only saying she was lucky. Northern Europe to here? In one jump and poisoned? She could be dead.”

When Charlie slid her sleeve back down again, she touched her forehead and leaned back, registering all the information she just learnt. A parchment… a parchment of what?

“Where’s everybody?”

“Mom’s asleep and Dad went to Durmstrang to get your trunk. Sirius is downstairs with Mundungus, I don’t think you’ve met him yet, just don’t mention your family is wealthy.” Charlie answered.

A minute, perhaps two, was the amount of time Kate sat on the bed in silence, staring at the void and registering her situation.

Bill turned around from the window at the lack of words and threw a questioning glance at Tonks and his brother, who just shrugged almost imperceptibly.

Too many questions were dancing back and forth in her head. None of them had any answer, just another branch of unsolved mysteries.

“Now you need rest...”

“The list.” Kate scanned the room, searching for the coat she had been using. “The list!” She fumbled with the covers and the two pair of arms that were trying to hold her back.

“What are you talking about?”

Kate stumbled to a chair and frantically rummaged through her cloak before throwing it to the floor in disappointment.

“That parchment I was talking about. I found a room; a room with books, papers, artefacts and horrible devices. In that room there was a one parchment in particular with... something important… and I… I can’t remember” She knocked the lowest part of her palm to her temple and closed her eyes.

Bill frowned before walking towards her. “What are you saying…?” Kate tilted her head and bit her lower lip.

“I just don’t remember reading it… but I know it was important. But I can’t visualise it. It’s like it was… blank somehow.”

“Invisible ink?” Interrupted Charlie, but Kate shook her head.

“Someone was writing that. I could hear a quill against the paper. But no one was there with me. That woman, Mer Yankelevich, saw it too. She wasn’t a Death Eater, at least not yet. But I’m sure she would have...” Realisation hit her, and she gasped. “What happened to her?”

Charlie stood up and grabbed a robe that was lying on the end of the bed before putting it over her shoulders when he noticed her shiver. After taking her uniform off, she had been left with only an undershirt and her underwear.

“Moody sent an owl this morning saying it was taken care of.”

“We need to find that pa…” She was left mid-sentence when a new thought occurred to her. “You said I’ve been here for a day.”

“Y… yes but what…?”

“I had it with me before apparating. In fact, that’s why I did it. I remember being with Yankelevich, taking the roll, and leaving without a second thought. If it’s not here now…”

“Someone stole it.” Finished Bill.

“But that’s impossible! There’s been at least one person with you all the time.” Said Tonks. “Bill, Charles, myself, Mr or Mrs Weasley, no one else.”

“Kreacher.” The three friends looked at Bill. “Kreacher came in here once. I surprised him stealing one of the portraits. I’m going to tell Sirius to have a word with him and then I’ll go home.” He kissed the very top of her head and hugged his brother goodbye before squeezing Tonks’ shoulder and leaving the room.

“I think I’m going to take a shower.” Kate said after a moment of silence, trying to sound more confident than she actually felt. Tonks’ hair changed to a pastel purple and yanked Kate to her. They squeezed each other before letting go.

“Are you alright?” Kate asked, and Tonks scoffed before nodding.

“I forgot to bring you clothes, you’ll have to use the things I keep here.” She heard Charlie say. Kate smirked and turned her head to look at him. She had understood the real meaning behind the unnecessary comment; I’m here too.

“It wouldn’t be the first time…” He reciprocated the smile and opened his arms allowing her to run to them. He held her against his chest and closed his eyes, squeezing her perhaps a little too tight. It was right, it felt right being able to hold him again. Almost six months had passed, and Kate had forgotten the feeling of his strong hands against her back, his smell, his soft curls caressing her nose. The shirt that she had brought with her could only do so much. She exhaled against his neck, finding a long-lost comfort she furiously craved in her stay in Durmstrang.

Lost in the sensation, they barely acknowledged Tonks slipping out of the room.

“Do you want me to help you in there?” A smile formed on his lips, but she didn’t miss the hint of sadness accompanying it. She pursed her lips, clearly amused, and detangled herself from his arms, a chuckle escaping her lips as she shook her head. “I don’t want to find you lying on the bathtub because you passed out or…”

Kate grabbed his head with both hands, burying her fingers in his hair, and pulled him to her again, this time pressing her lips firmly against his. His arms circled her instantly, knowing they belonged on her lower back. They didn’t deepen the kiss, Kate kept it long but chaste, reassuring him she was alright.

“I’ll be quick.” She murmured, millimetres away from his mouth. Charlie nodded without taking her eyes away from her mouth, brow furrowed. With a light kiss on her cheek, he let her go.

“Go. I’ll get you the clothes.”

 Kate observed herself in the old and rusty mirror of the bathroom. With a towel wrapped around her chest and another one covering her wet hair, her arms and neck were now exposed. She traced the redness of her collarbone. On one side, claw marks adorned the base of her neck.

She shivered, a mix of fear and cold from being out of the shower created an icy line down her spine. She then noticed the promised clothes on a stool beside the toilet, and the side of her mouth curled up slightly. The little sneak. A genuine chuckle escaped her when she averted the black boxers neatly folded on top of the jeans.

With the plaid shirt tucked inside the trousers, she secured them with her own belt around the waist, the excess of fabric pooling out of it. After rolling up the sleeves and the ends of the jeans, she tied her ankle boots and ventured outside.

Suddenly hungry, Kate followed the voices coming from the kitchen and found some members of the Order gathered around the table. She approached Charlie, who was deep in thought while cutting some slices of bread.

He didn’t look at her, something that shouldn’t have worried her since he was handling a knife. However, when she sought his gaze, he just tilted his head to the other side and pointed at the chair behind him.

“Sit, I’m making you a sandwich.” Kate kissed his shoulder and deliberately caressed her way down from his neck to his lower back before going to the table. Is a talk in order, love?

Bill and Sirius sat in front of a man, engaged in a passionate argument about the candlesticks of the house. Mundungus Fletcher, Charlie’s voice echoed inside her head.

“...and I saw the one in the music room just yesterday, so I don’t know what are you… oh, hello. Mundungus Fletcher, a pleasure, I don’t think we’ve met.” he leaned forward and stretched an ostentatiously ring-adorned hand at her. Kate just stared at it and then held his gaze with a hard look that made him stumble backwards in his seat.

“No. We’ve never met. But I know your name. You are the man that failed Harry Potter. You let dementors attack him.” 

Mundungus stuttered an answer, but Sirius intervened. “Fletcher! Don’t talk to her. Talk to me. Where are those candlesticks?”

“I told you! I don’t have them!”

Kate searched in his mind, a slippery one, for sure, but she managed to find truth in his words and indicated so with a brief nod to Sirius.

“It’s your lucky day, Mundungus. If I catch you…”

“I know, I know!” He raised his arms, declaring innocence, and grabbed his filthy hat from the table before apparating out of the house. 

“Kreacher probably hid them somewhere,” commented Bill. Sirius merely nodded and drank from his goblet.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as Charlie set a plate down in front of her and a glass of water. He squeezed her shoulder and sat in front of her. Someone is really tense, she thought.

“I’m feeling better, thank you.” Probably one of the best lies she had ever told, but or Bill didn’t notice or was considerate enough not to press her further.

She then looked around and for the first time noticed the fatigue in their faces; Bill was toying with a ring; Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off the goblet and Charlie leaned on his elbow. His chin rested on his palm, covering his mouth.

They stayed with her while she ate, an unnecessary but kind gesture that confused her.

“Where’s Tonks?” She grimaced at her own words, the sound piercing in her ears.

“Asleep. She collapsed when you were in the shower.” Said Bill in a hushed voice.

Charlie scratched the subtle stubble it had formed on his jaw and grabbed her empty plate. She hadn’t noticed it before and couldn’t help but stare.

“And we should, too.” Sirius emptied his goblet and stood up, throwing it in the sink. When he walked behind her, he rested a hand on her shoulder, murmuring a dull “Good night”.

 Charlie and Kate blew off all the candles and went to the room she’d woke up in. Closing the door behind him, he let out a deep breath and sat on the side of the bed to take his boots off.

“I left the letters your dad sent me on the desk. ”

Kate approached the table and picked up one to read it. The envelope had her name on in, but when she opened it, she discovered she had underestimated her father.

 Dear Mr Weasley,

We’ve only met once, but I’ve decided to trust you with my daughter’s safety. It has reached my ears that Katherine’s whereabouts have changed since I last saw her and I felt the need to express my disappointment in both of you, since I’m aware that you’re the only person who will know about any secret she might have.

However, I’m not writing to reprimand this behaviour, but to require updates about her situation. In exchange, I have decided to provide a financial support for both of you, knowing your income won’t be sufficient to sustain you in these complicated times.

A second letter will arrive, notice this time from Sydney, since I must attend to some business regarding drug regulations in Australia.

I expect your enthusiastic collaboration,

Joseph H. Williams

  “It’s always surprising how he can appear helpful and insult you at the same time. Tomorrow I’ll...” Kate turned then, and the despair on his face frightened her more than facing a blood-thirsty Death eater. His eyes were glossy and rested his elbow on his knee, imitating the earlier pose, covering his mouth with his hand turned.

“Charlie, hey. Hey…” she strutted and stood right in front of him, his head rested against her stomach. She grabbed the sides of his head and forced him to look up at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong, she says.” He choked a sarcastic laugh to no one. “Kate, you were gone for six months!”

“We’ve been apart for longer than that.” She whispered, begging that he would do the same.

“But this time was different... this time... this time you were surrounded by potential murderers. When I received a letter, I didn’t feel excited to read it, I just felt relieved because you were alive. And I…” he tried to calm himself down, but he just managed a shaky breath. “I didn’t know where you were, so if something happened to you, I couldn’t go there and help you. And then…”

A tear had escaped from the corner of his eye and she caught it with her thumb, never releasing his face.

“And then I receive a letter from Bill saying they found you laying on the street covered in blood and shaking and, Godric help me, I was so scared… so scared…”

He was crying now, and the only thing that Kate thought she could do was press his head against her stomach and tangle her fingers in his hair.

They stayed like that, Charlie hugging her waist and Kate holding his shaking body against hers until his sobs quieted down.

She could feel the pain, the desperation, the distress in his mind and looking at the ceiling was useless because she finally let her own tears fall.

He moved after a while and brought a hand to his cheeks to dry them before sniffling.

“What kind of Gryffindor this makes me?”

She sighed and palmed his forehead, brushing back the curls that had fallen in front of his face.

“Something that I admire about you is that you are not afraid to admit you are scared. I could learn from that myself.” He stared into her eyes but said nothing.

Kate hooked a finger on the elastic band holding the short hairs that managed to stay together and pulled, hopefully releasing some tension. 

“So, you found them?” When she waved the band in front of him, he let out a watery laugh, making her smile. “I have to do a better job next time…”

He pulled her hips towards him, and she straddled his thighs, rapidly gaining balance with her knees.

Stop hiding my hair ties, she heard him think.

With their foreheads touching, she kissed the side of his nose.

“I’m here, Charles. I’m alive.” He nodded and buried his face in her neck, breathing her in. Kate just held him a little tighter.

 “I know, I know…” He pressed a kiss on the base of her neck, putting enough pressure as not to tickle her, and her eyes automatically closed. She massaged his scalp and felt him relax.

Charlie’s hands were suddenly alive, and caressed her back, up and down, while placing more kisses along her neck. Keeping her breathing normal while trying to follow his hands and mouth’s movements was proving to be very, very difficult.

“Kate, I don’t want to think about what happened anymore.” She nodded and felt him tug at the shirt out of her jeans. He snuck his hands under it and repeated his caresses again, now feeling her skin.

Kate opened her eyes to start an exploration of her own, but she caught the mark on her arm and halted. Charlie stopped as well and looked at her, starting to apologise.

When she shook her head, he followed her gaze to find the scar that now adorned her skin.

“With the cream that mom gave me it will go away. And if it doesn’t…” He paused and leaned back just so he could take his own shirt off.

“...we’ll match.”

She chose to ignore the sparks that formed in her stomach because of his exposed chest and focused on his arm. An old big scar from a nasty burn covered his shoulder, and she leaned down to kiss it, like many times before.

“Maybe I should do like you do. Maybe if I kiss it enough, it will disappear.” He followed the mark on her arm with feather lips, putting more pressure here and there but keeping his touch light all the way to her shoulder.

With a surprised gasp, she let herself fall over him when he pulled them down on the mattress. Balancing on her forearms, she was now nose to nose with him.

“You just wanted an excuse to show off…” she murmured, lightening the mood.

“It works every time…” She opened her mouth to feign offense, but it backfired the moment Charlie trapped her lips with his own at the opportunity.

“How dare y... hmph”

She let him control the situation, partly because she was dizzy thanks to his touches, and partly because it seemed like he needed it.

They kissed long and deep, and Kate noticed the desperation in it. She paused again, suddenly worried about him.

With one arm she kept her balance, and with the other she touched his jaw, his cheek, his lips, tracing them with her thumb. His eyes were pooled with emotion again, and she tsked.

“I have to go back to the reserve tomorrow. If... if you don’t want to do this, at least sleep here with me. Please, don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” She moved her hand behind her, and the door locked. On its way back, the candles consumed except the ones on the bedside table.

“When all of this is over, I’ll take you on a date, a proper date.” She scrunched her face and sat up, straddling him again, and let her hands roam on his chest, feeling his toned muscles and the soft copper curls on it.

“Your idea of a date doesn’t normally include a romantic setting... are you planning on dragging me to the forest again to examine unicorn excrements or whatever…?”

“You once brought me to a cemetery.” He deadpanned.

“There was a Mimbulus mimbletonia growing out of a stone wall! Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.”

“Oh, yes... very romantic.” He rested his hands on her thighs and squeezed his way up, reaching her hips and then her waist, where he pulled again to resume their previous position.

 A hand cradled her neck and moved her hair to the other side, leaving it exposed and available for consumption. He feasted there until her breath became heavy, that same hand going for the buttons of her shirt. He stopped the movement, and she nodded, searching his lips again.

She would find the parchment and deal with her father the next day. At the moment, she wanted to focus on her beloved partner, and try to forget that she didn’t know when they were going to see each other again.

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[Part 18]

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meant to be

(not my gif)

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: y/n has been in love with her best friend, jj maybank, for years and now has to watch him fall in love with another girl, who is a kook.

warnings: swearing and slight angst (?)

word count: 4k (it’s a long one) 

a/n: hi! this is my first imagine and i hope you like it. i know it’s a long one i just got carried away :)

2 years. 730 days. 17520 hours. 1051200 minutes.

that's how long i've had to watch the guy i'm in love with be with another girl. two long years of seeing them kiss, hold hands, cuddle, go on dates and anniversaries. all because i was too scared to tell my best friend that i loved him.

two years ago

" yo, y/n ! y/n ! guess what just happened." my best friend since we were kids, jj, said as he ran up to me.

"what?"

"you remember that girl, shay, that i was telling you about? that kook that i met at the kegger last weekend with the long blonde hair, green eyes, slim waist, and fat as-"

"yes, yes. jj i remember." i said cutting him off from finishing his sentence.

"so, i just asked her out and guess what? she said yes!" he said with the biggest smile on his face.

"okay."

"okay? that's all i get? an okay? y/n, this is the hottest kook i’ve ever seen that we're talking about here."

"yeah and last week kate was the hottest kook and the week before that was penelope. this is nothing new j. it's just another pretty girl with big boobs and a nice ass that you'll mess around with for a few weeks maybe even days and then move onto the next girl."

"no y/n, this time is different. it feels different."

"mhm sure" i say not convinced

this is what jj does. he meets a cute kook girl or touron at one our parties, they hook up for a few days or weeks, and he moves onto to the next one. this was no different. however, in that moment, i didn't realize how serious he really was about her until it was too late.

few months after

jj and i were laying on john b’s couch watching movies like we always do every friday night. we've been doing this since we were little kids, usually the rest of the pogues would join us, but they’re all busy tonight. john b is with sarah, kie is working, and pope is helping out his dad. so that just leaves me and jj together.

"um, y/n?"

"hm?" i asked in response

"would you mind if i ended our movie night a little bit early?"

"why?"

"because shay just got off work early tonight and wants to hang out. she's been really busy lately, so we haven't gotten the chance to hang out as much. would you be okay if i left to go see her?”

"um, sure. i guess i can just rewatch friday the 13th again without you."

"really? you're the best! thanks." he said jumping up excitedly to put on his shoes and grab his hoodie, " i mean it's not like we haven't watched this a thousand times already, you'll be fine without me."

"i kinda wanted you here, but i guess she's more important" i mumbled under my breath

"huh?"

"n-nothing. uh, j can i ask you something before you go?"

"yeah sure, but it can't take too long shay is waiting for me."

"are you serious about her? like really serious?"

"yeah, i guess i am. i don't know i've never really felt this way about a girl before. she just makes me feel so happy and i always want to be around her and spend time with her. i usually just get bored with girls after a while and break up with them, but it's different with her. it's something about her i can't explain it." he said with admiration in his eyes.

that's when i knew it was too late. i could see the way his eyes lit up when i mentioned her and how he talked about her with such admiration. he was head over heels for this girl and who am i to step in and ruin it by telling him my feelings. he wouldn't reciprocate those feelings anyways she's the only girl he's felt like this about. i never had a chance against her. i will never be her.

after that day i didn’t see jj for three weeks. he cancelled every single one our plans because of her. “i cant go surfing today, shay wants to go get lunch” “can’t go fishing, shay needs me” “cant make it to the boneyard tonight, shay wants to have a movie night” he bailed on us, on me, all week because of her. the kook girl he just met a few months ago. 

finally, after countless begging and excuses jj came to hang out with us at john b’s house. we were all laying on the hammocks outside watching the sunset and for a minute it felt like everything was how it used to be even though i knew it wasn't. you could feel that everything was different especially between me and jj. he wasn't his usual flirty, touchy self with me and the tension in the air was thick. the rest of the pogues tried to act like everything was normal, but we all knew after today it would be another few weeks before we saw jj again. all he did was hang out with shay and he barely had any time for us anymore.

“so, jj since when did you start dating kooks?” john b snickered as jj punched his arm

“since when did you start dating at all?” pope replied

“i don’t know, man. it’s just different with her, i guess. i never thought i could be capable enough to have a relationship, but she changed that. she changed me.” 

kie looks at me with sympathy in her eyes. she was the only one who knew about my love for jj. i spent so many nights crying to her about my feelings for him and how i wish things could be different between us. it took a lot to get jj to open up to me, especially about his dad, and i always wanted to be the one he could go to for anything. i was the one who patched him up after a fight with rafe, i was the one who hugged him as he cried to me about his dad, i was the one who went along with his crazy ideas, i was one who did everything i could to get him to love me the way i love him. but i guess things don’t work out the way you want them to. i give kie and a nod and smile letting her know i’m okay. as long as jj is happy that’s all that matters to me. i would do anything to make him happy, even if it means i have to watch him fall in love with another girl.

present 

6 years. 2190 days. 52560 hours. 3153600 minutes.

that's how long the love of my life has been with his girlfriend. six long years of me trying to get over him and find someone else yet i could never get that boy with blonde hair and blue eyes out of my mind. he followed me everywhere i went even when i wasn't with him. he's everything i want in a guy yet i can't have him because he's not mine to have. he's someone else's and now i definitely can't do anything about it because they're getting married today.

today is their wedding and of course they invited me and the rest of the pogues. i debated even going and just letting kie give them my present with my pathetic excuse for why i wasn't there, but after talking to jj about the wedding the other day i couldn’t not go. "i could never have my wedding without you there, y/n. you're one of the most important people in my life." is what he told me. if i was strong i wouldn't care and still not go, but i'm not. all i had to do was look in his eyes when he told me that and i was puddy in his hands. there's no way i can't go and let him down like that. he means way too much to me to hurt him just to spare my own feelings. 

i walked into the venue looking around at the setup. of course the kook princess wanted a fairy-tale wedding. i sigh as i look at all the expensive decorations everywhere. i always imagined what my wedding with jj would be like. definitely wouldn’t look anything like this. even after years of all my hard work and schooling i still could never afford something like this. i always thought we’d have our ceremony by the beach since that’s where we first met when we were little kids and spent all our time together. it became our little safe space to get away from everyone and all our problems, and just be together. just me and jj. 

“gotta admit it looks beautiful.” pope says as kie hits his shoulder

“it’s okay, kie. he’s right, it is beautiful. more than i could've ever given him.”

“hey” kie says as she grabs my hand, “you sure you’re okay? because we can leave right now. trust me, i really don’t care to see the little princess wearing a dress that costs ten times the amount of my house.”

“it’s fine, kie. we have to be here for him. i’m just gonna go talk to jj quickly.”

“okay, i’ll save a seat for you.”

i went towards the back to find where jj is, so i could give him something before the ceremony started.

"knock knock." i say as i opened the door to jj’s room walking in to see him finishing getting ready.

"hey you. i almost thought you weren't gonna come."

"now why would i miss my best friend getting married to the girl of his dreams? i would never miss this no matter what"

"good because i know i would never be able to do this without you here."

"so.." i say as i sit down next to him, "how does it feel to finally be getting married?”

"it feels unreal. i never thought this day would come. and if it did, i honestly thought you would be the one standing at the end of the aisle"

"yeah, so did i" i say as i laugh weakly.

"i remember we had this whole thing planned out as kids. we were gonna get married on the beach, preferably the bahamas, but you know any beach would’ve worked for us. 

"and we were gonna have this huge reception and have our friends give sappy speeches talking about how we've been friends forever and despite the “no pogue on pogue macking” rule we still ended up together and got married." i added.

"and our honeymoon was gonna be in mykonos. we were gonna get a suite with a pool and relax all day and then turn up at night at the clubs there." he said as we both laughed.

"wow. we had a lot of plans when we were younger."

"we really did, but i guess none of them really worked out huh?"

"i guess not"

we sat in silence for a moment thoughts both roaming our minds about how we ended up here. best friends since we were little, spent all our time together, always acted like a couple, and yet here we are sitting in this room minutes before he gets married to a girl who isn't me, a kook nonetheless. it's now or never. do i let him know how i feel and finally have this weight lifted off my shoulders or just keep it to myself and let them be happy?

"uh, j? i- um, wrote this letter for you" i say as i take an envelope out of my purse, "it was the original speech that i wanted to tell you at the reception later but felt as though it wouldn't have been right to say, so i just wrote it for you to see. just, don't open it in front of shay, please."

"why can't you just tell me what's in the letter in your speech later?"

"because i would be a shit person if i say what's in that letter at your wedding reception in front of everyone."

"what's in the letter that's so bad?" he asked confusingly

"j-just read it when you're alone, okay?"

"no"

"no?"

"no. just tell me now what's in the letter."

"jj, i-i can't."

"yes you can. what's so bad that you can't tell me now?"

"i don't want to overstep my boundaries or ruin anything or make anything awkward, so just read it later when you're alone."

"no, y/n. tell me right now."

"jj, your wedding starts in a few minutes you need to finish getting ready. we don't have time for this."

"yes we do. i always have time for you."

"jj-"

"no. i'm not leaving this room until you tell me."

"j, don't be difficult."

"i'm not being difficult just read me the letter and this will all be done with"

i sighed, "oh my god fine. i'll read you the damn thing." i take a deep breath and begin to read the letter that might just change everything between us.

"dear jj, i'm not sure when exactly you'll be reading this, but i know when you do you'll be happily married to shay. so, congratulations best friend you're finally someone's husband. i honestly never thought this day would come; you were never one for relationships. always thought it was too much work to handle and you already had enough shit to deal with in your life. remember when we were little we made a promise that if neither of us were in a relationship by the time we were 30 we would get married. as silly as it was i always thought that would happen. that we would be the ones getting married and have our best friends write a speech for us. i'd always imagine kie writing mine and john b and pope would write yours, mainly pope though because we all know he’s way better with words than any of us ever were. but i never once in a million years would think i would be writing one for you and another girl. we've been through so many ups and downs and we still stuck together through it all. you're my best friend and i love you. words can't even describe how much i love you. jj, you've brought me so much happiness and never fail to put a smile on my face. even during my worst times you were always there to pick up the pieces and make me laugh. i never thought i would have someone in my life who means so much to me as much as you do. being around you immediately makes my day a hundred times better and i don't know what i would do without you in my life. my life would've probably been extremely boring and plain without you and your crazy adventures. your smile can make anyone's day better and you always make sure everyone else is happy even before yourself. and that's one of the many reasons why i'm in love with you. yes, i'm in love with you and have been for a while. this is more than a just as friends thing. i'm completely and utterly in love with you and that's never gonna change. and i know it took you a while to believe that someone could truly love and care for you, but i always have and always will. you so deserve so much than life has given you and i hope you know how amazing you really are. i’ve become such a better person because of you and you make me so incredibly happy. i'll never be able to repay you for everything you've done for me. i love you so much. i hope you're happy in your marriage and she treats you right, which i know she does. all i ever wanted was for you to be happy even if it wasn't with me. even though i just dropped this huge bomb on you, please don't let this affect our friendship. i will always be here for you no matter what. i love you, jj maybank."

there was complete silence. jj just sat there staring at the wall not saying a word.

"see this is exactly why i didn't want to tell you in person because i knew this would happen. i-"

"you love me?"

"yes, j i do."

"like actually love me?"

i sighed, "yes and i have for a while as i said in the letter"

"w-why didn't you tell me?"

"i don't know i was always so scared to and i thought you would never really find someone, so i had nothing to lose by not telling you. and then you started dating shay and i could tell you were really happy with her and by the time i realized you two were serious it was too late. i didn't want to step in and ruin anything or lose our friendship."

"you wouldn't have."

"what?"

"you wouldn't have ruined our friendship because i felt the same way. i still feel the same way." jj admitted

"you, what?"

"i love you y/n and as more than just friends. i have since freshmen year of high school when i first told you about my dad and you cleaned up all my cuts and held me in your arms all night. but i was just always too scared to say anything because i thought you were out of my league and i never really deserved you. the only reason i was with all those girls was to forget about you and get rid of my feelings for you, but they never did go away."

"i guess we're both stupid then. we always had these feelings for each other and just never said it."

"i guess so."

"so, what does this mean for us?"

"what do you mean?" jj asked

"i mean this obviously changes things, so what are we gonna do?"

"i don't see why things have to change. yeah we admitted we have these feelings, but that doesn't change anything."

"you're getting married, jj. in like twenty minutes there's gonna be another girl waiting at the end of that aisle for you to go there and give yourself completely to her. and i don't want to stand in the way of giving you and her that happiness you both deserve. me still being here is gonna change things because things are different now whether you want to believe it or not. these feelings are out there and they're still relevant. and i'm not gonna sit here and watch you two be happy and in love and be on the sidelines and feel like shit. i don't deserve that. i don't deserve to have my heart broken seeing you together knowing you have feelings for me and yet i can't do a damn thing about it. and it's not fair to her either to have another woman who you have feelings for sit there and get in the way of her happiness. i'm not gonna ruin this for her, jj. i won't. shay has been nothing but sweet to me and i'm not gonna do that to her. she doesn't deserve it and neither do i."

"so what do you want me to do then?"

"i want you to let me go."

"what? y/n, i love you. you can't tell me to do that"

"let me go, jj. as long as you sit here and tell me that you love me and have feelings for me, this will never end. and we will be going around in circles and i've been stepping on eggshells long enough for you and i'm done. you love her and she loves you, so be happy with her."

"but i love you too y/n and that's never gonna stop." he says with tears in his eyes.

"i know and i will always love you too, but i can't keep doing this. i can't watch you be with her and not be able to do anything. i can't be able to be alone with you knowing how you feel and not do anything to you. you don't know how badly i've just been wanting to kiss you after hearing you say those words to me. you don't know how bad i want this, but jj i can't do this" i say tears running down my face.

"i'll end it then. i'll cancel the wedding and we can be together."

"no. no, jj you can't do that. i'm not gonna ruin this. you've been with her for six years already, you've created this beautiful relationship and commitment to each other and i'm not just gonna ruin that. she's doesn't deserve that. you just need to let me go, jj. let me get over you because the more i'm around you the more the feelings grow. just let me find happiness within someone else.”

"so what? we're just gonna end our friendship? our years and years of friendship is over just like that? i don't want to lose you. if i cant have you in that way, even though i want to so badly, i still want you in my life as a friend."

"but i can't jj. i can't be around you. please, just let me go. let me get over you and find someone else. maybe one day if it's meant to be we'll find our way back to each other and maybe things can work out differently but for now just let me go." i say as my voice breaks

he sighed, "fine, i'll let you go, but only if you do one thing for me."

"what is it?"

"kiss me."

"w-what?"

"kiss me. i've been waiting years to tell you how i feel about you and finally be able to hold you and kiss you, so please just let me do it."

"jj, i don't know" i say hesitantly

"shay never has to know about this and once we kiss it's over. i'll let you go."

"if i kiss you, you'll let me go?"

"yes."

i sighed looking at jj. i actually got a good look of him right now in this moment. he looks so broken. dried tears streamed down his face, his eyes are puffy, and nose is red, but yet he still looks beautiful. no words can describe how jj looks. "cute" or "hot" never did this man justice. he was beautiful both inside and out and that's why i fell in love with him years ago. and as i started to lean it looking in his eyes all the memories we've made together came flashing through my mind all at once. this is really it. after this i'm actually leaving my best friend, who's the love of my life, to move on with my life.

moments later i felt his soft pink lips mold against mine. our lips moved in sync in such a way i have never felt with anyone else before. there was something about the way his lips moved against mine in such a passionate and loving way that i've never felt before. my stomach was immediately filled with butterflies and my mind went blank. all i could do was be in this moment with him. a few moments later it ended leaving both of us breathless. we stared at each other in awe not knowing a simple goodbye kiss would make us feel this way.

"wow. i've been waiting for this kiss for so long and i never knew it would feel like that." jj said

"neither did i.”

as much as i didn't want to, i knew what had to be done next. i stood up grabbing my bag and walked towards the door.

"so this is really it? you're just leaving now. after what we just felt in that kiss you're still gonna leave?" jj asked

"you know i have to."

"no, you don't have to. you want to, there's a difference. but it’s fine you’re just gonna leave just everyone else does, huh?”

don't turn back now. i know what he’s trying to do. he knows how the last thing i ever wanted to do was leave him like countless of other people in his life have done. but don’t let his words get to you. don't turn back now. the decision is already made. if i go back now i'll never leave and end up in the same cycle again.

i turn around one last time to look at my best friend, "i'm sorry. goodbye, jj."

that was the last time i saw jj.

after that i left the venue without saying anything to anyone. i got a ton of calls from kie, pope, and john b asking me where i was. i know they all eventually found out how i felt about him, which sometimes makes me wonder how he never knew, but then again i'm pretty sure they knew he had feelings for me too and i still never noticed. it's crazy how that happens. you could spend every moment of every day with someone and still be so oblivious to how they really feel about you. i guess i was just so caught up in my feelings for him i never noticed all the signs he showed of liking me back.

they always say what’s meant to be will be no matter how long it takes whether it's a day, a month, or a year. well i never really believed in that until now. years later after i walked out of that room, now stood face to face with the guy who was and still is my everything.

[fangirlovestuff]

Cycle - Steve Rogers x reader ch.4

Previously:  ch.1 ch.2 ch.3

Summary: Steve and you get closer, but it’s in order not to get too close. you both believe you know what you want, but... do you?

Word count: ~2,600

Warnings: SMUT, explicit language. 

a/n- hey lovely people! another weekend, another Cycle chapter😌 i’m so glad i managed to get this out today:) as always, italics are for thoughts. awesome divider is by @whimsicalrogers​. Enjoy! and well, thank me for the gif later;)

The morning after you went out, you got to work with your spirits lifted. Having gotten to know some more of your colleagues, you entered into the lab with a spring in your step, greeting everyone good morning.

Kate came up to you, asking how as last night. She was invited, but couldn't come, so she wanted to hear from you.

"It was great," you told her sincerely, "I wish you could've joined us, but I actually ended up having a really nice conversation with Steve," you smiled, expecting it to be the end of it.

Kate frowned. "Steve?" she asked, confused.

"You know," you looked at her incredulously, "Steve Rogers, Captain America, pretty tough guy to miss," you gestured with your hands to symbol a tall, wide frame. "He was really nice," you concluded.

"Oh, that Steve," Kate laughed, "sorry, I'm just not used to anyone calling him by his first name and not, you know, Cap," she giggled a tad awkwardly. "You know there are a lot of rumors going around him though, right?"

"I mean, I would expect there to be, since he's a superhero."

"They say he has a secret girlfriend he's keeping from the world. Or boyfriend, opinions are divided on that one," she laughed.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he doesn't," you chuckled, remembering last night's conversation.

"It’s just office gossip anyway, and we should probably get to work," Kate said and you nodded in agreement, starting to work on your current project.

"And you didn't even ask for her number?" Bucky asked. "You're even more of a lost cause than I thought."

"What?" Steve asked defensively, "It never came up," he shrugged. He made another move at Bucky, who dodged him expertly and caught his wrist, flipping him onto the training room mattress.

"Steve, let me ask you something, and please be honest with me. I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything. Do you even like women?"

"Yes!" Steve said, not particularly amused at Bucky's antics. He got up and got into position again.

"Then why, for the love of god, are you so adamant to never ever sleep with one?"

"That's not-" Steve sighed. "Look, I don't think she was actually interested, okay? She was giving me advice on how to get other girls, I mean, why would she—"

"Oh my god, Steve! She just told you how she'd like to be treated and you think she's not interested?"

"Well, when you put it that way…" Steve grumbled.

"Tell you what, there's only one way to find out. Ask her out, worst thing she could say is no," Bucky suggested.

"Whatever," Steve said, grabbing his jacket and leaving the training room, leaving a smirking Bucky in his wake.

You were just in your office close up for the day when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," you said, not knowing who it could be, since you told the others to go ahead without you.

In enters one Steve Rogers, looking slightly disheveled, and yet just as handsome as ever. You shook that thought right out of your head. "Hi Steve," you greeted, "what can I help you with?"

"I was just coming by to ask if you might be hungry," Steve smiled timidly.

"After a whole day of lab work, I'd say the answer to that is a definite yes," you smiled back at him.

"Great, well, I just wondered if you'd like to grab dinner… with me," he chuckled. "I know a good spot down the street if you want."

"I'd love to!" you exclaimed. "Let's go," you said, grabbing your jacket from the chair and following him out into the chilly New York air.

"So, you've come to collect those flirting lessons I offered yesterday?" you chuckled as you were walking side by side.

"Something like that," Steve smiled.

You got to the restaurant and ordered. "So, humor me here," you said, "but how does the great Captain America not know how to flirt?"

He chuckled. "Well, for starters, because he's a righteous symbol of justice and liberty, flirting is more Bucky's thing," he admitted with a smile, "and I'm just Steve, not Captain America," he added.

"Wait, so it wasn't you who saved the world from these aliens a few years ago? Shame, you look just like him," you laughed and so did he. "But I get what you mean," you said, more serious this time, "I guess the entire world seeing you as a… how did you put it? Righteous symbol of justice and liberty?" you chuckled. "That can probably be a little intimidating."

Steve hummed in agreement. "Sometimes it is," he admitted. "Truth is, it makes you wonder how can the world buy this image so easily when I don't see myself that way at all. Not even close," Steve chuckled.

You felt a warmth blossoming in you at his open, honest demeanor. "Well, that doesn't disprove the fact that you're a hero, Steve," you said.

"I know it doesn't but… okay, you know when I grew up I was small and sickly, right?"

"It’s public knowledge," you agreed.

"I still feel like that guy, the guy who lived in Bucky's shadow, literally, and couldn't get what he wanted," Steve said with a far-off look.

"Steve," you said, reaching across the table and covering his hand with yours. His look returned here, locking eyes with you and words evaded you at his clear blue eyes meeting yours. You quickly regained your senses, "You don't need to live in anyone's shadow anymore, and for what it's worth you can have anything you want. I'm sure a baby would hand you his candy willingly," you said, and he chuckled.

"Hey, did I just Steve Rogers you?" you smirked.

"Oh no, we can't let that happen. Quick, tell me something about yourself before the sky falls down on our heads!" Steve exclaimed and you laughed.

"Okay, okay, let me think…" you furrowed your brows exaggeratedly. "In the future, I would really like to get married." You looked around suspiciously, "phew, I think we're in the clear," you joked. Shit, why would you say that? Congrats, you just managed to scare him away.

"Why?" Steve asked, his gaze resting intently on you.

"Because… sharing your life with another person is something I want to experience," you explained. "Being there for someone who loves me, heart and soul, no matter what, is very appealing," you chuckled. "And well, I guess there's still some little girl in me that wants a fairytale romance. Someone to sweep her off her feet and be her one true love. After all I've been through, it’s bizarre I still believe that, but I do," you concluded with a smile.

"Glad to know I'm not the only one who still believes that," Steve said with a reassuring look. "But… why do you think it's bizarre to believe that?"

"Besides the obvious reason that fairytales aren't real?" you asked, and he just smiled, nodding at you to continue. "Well, I guess every man I've been with has disproven that theory. People who I thought would actually be there for me, who wouldn’t only want me, but also love me, ended up walking away. And at a certain point, you just have to go with the flow. I did one-night-stands for a long while. But lately I decided I can't keep ignoring what I want any longer. So, I have to keep believing, even though it doesn't seem achievable," you smiled sadly.

"For all it's worth, I think you'll succeed," Steve smiled back at you, squeezing your hand.

"You think I'll succeed with anyone in particular or…?" you trailed off, and he blushed.

"Whatever you choose to," he answered.

"Well, I think the universe is definitely repaired since I shared all of that and our food hasn't even arrived yet," you chuckled, changing the subject.

You kept the chatter light until your food came and ate in relative silence, but it wasn't an unwelcome one. Every once in a while your eyes would meet and you'd simply smile at each other, gladly eating the delicious food. At the end of the meal Steve insisted on paying, and after a lot of convincing you managed to get him to split the check.  You left the restaurant as you entered it, side by side.

"My apartment is actually a couple of blocks from here, so if it's in your way you can come up for a coffee maybe?" Steve suggested.

"Yeah, sure thing," you agreed, surprised at how easy it was to be around him.

You went up to his apartment, chattering about work and life the whole way. Steve matched his pace to yours, so you were casually strolling through the streets of New York with Captain America by your side.

"Manhattan's probably a shock after living in Brooklyn, isn't it?" you inquired.

"You get used to it," Steve shrugged, unlocking his apartment door.

You let your eyes wander around his apartment, taking in the orderly state of it, the warm, simple environment that seemed to surround Steve wherever he goes, and his house reflected that. There was a canvas right in the middle of the living room, propped up against an easel. There were paints strewn around on the coffee table, but for now all the canvas held was a pencil sketch of the New York skyline. You let out a small chuckle about how… Steve this all was. This is when you truly understood what he meant before – how different Steve was from Captain America, because this is when you started to truly understand Steve.

"I'm so sorry about the mess," Steve said, starting to pick up the paintbrushes and paints.

"It's okay," you smiled, tracing the pencil lines with your fingers. "It's beautiful," you looked at Steve.

"Hopefully it'll look even better when it's colored," Steve said. "Here, I wanna use this color for that building and…" Steve started describing his plans for the painting, but all you could see were his lips moving, his eyes shining with excitement.

"That's great," you said, your heartbeat racing.

"Here, I can show you how to do it," Steve suggested.

"Sure," you agreed.

Once Steve showed you how to hold the brush, you started painting a bit of the background like he told you and he let out a chuckle. "You're doing it wrong," he said, and before you had the chance to be irritated his hand was covering yours, his tall frame against your back as he started showing you the right brush movements, the right amount of pressure to apply on the canvas.

"There you go, see? It's easy," Steve said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You turned around to see it too, and your breath hitched. He was smiling, but you hadn’t realized how close you got. His face was just within reach, and if you just tilt your head upwards a little…

Steve made the first move, bending down to capture your lips with his, his tongue seeking permission into your mouth, which you granted readily. Your tongues explored each other's mouths and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, while he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you close.

Suddenly he broke away from you and you chased his mouth with yours but he put a hand on your shoulder. "I… we work together," he said, "and I don't wanna be another shitty dude," he added, smiling a little.

"Well, you raise good points. But, we don't actually work together that closely, and it's not shitty if we're both on the same page. Besides, if we don't do this right now we're gonna regret not doing it and that will just create more tension," you reasoned.

"You're probably right," Steve panted a little.

"Thank you, I watch a lot of rom-coms. Now, are we on the same page? We get it out of our system and that's it?" you knew it sounded a little harsh, but that's what needed to be done so no one got hurt.

"Deal," he said, and in an instance his lips were back on yours, more feverishly this time, his hands traveling down your waist, your ass, your hips, which he grabbed onto and lifted you up, and fuck, super-strength came very much in handy.

He led your way to the bedroom, one am supporting you up and one sneaking into your shirt to unhook your bra while your hands tangled in his hair, pulling a little, just enough to hear Steve groan into your mouth.

He pretty much tossed you onto the bed and you got rid of your shirt and bra while he threw away his shirt as well, revealing his toned chest and abdomen. You stared, practically drooling before he climbed on top of you and you started kissing his neck, his jaw, nipping gently on his sweet spot.

His hands found your breasts, teasing your nipples and you arched your chest against him at the touch. You started working his belt, and he looked at you one more time. When he saw the wanting look in your eyes it was all the confirmation he needed to take off your pants and your underwear, and kick his away too. He started trailing kisses on your collarbone, down the valley of your breasts and your stomach, every nerve in your body lighting up at his touch.

He finally reached between your thighs and looked up at you before licking a long stripe between your wet folds. You threw your head beck and moaned, because who knew America's golden boy can eat pussy like a fucking god.

He continued licking and sucking swirling his tongue around your clit and around your entrance, lapping at your folds, driving you crazy with every flick on his tongue, and it didn't take long before you fell apart at his touch, waves of pleasure coursing through your body as Steve continued his assault until you came down from your high.

He made his way back up your body and you pushed your hips up against his, feeling his hard length against you. "Steve," you looked at him in a silent plea.

"You sure you-"

"Yes, yes, yes please, I'm so fucking sure," you cut him off and he smirked a little before climbing off you, and you were about to whine when you saw him reach for a condom, and well, he's not America's golden boy for nothing I guess.

He put it on and climbed back on top of you, capturing your mouth in a breathtaking kiss, so much so that you didn't notice him lining up with your entrance until he pushed his tip into you, and started driving deeper and deeper inside your sensitive walls. The stretch was a lot at first, and you gasped, but then it turned into a moan when Steve started really moving, driving into you in slow, deep thrusts that caused you to claw at his back.

"Feel so good around me," Steve groaned, and you could only moan in response, clenching around him. He pushed your leg up a little, and the new angle had him hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, and in no time the coil in your stomach snapped again, and you milked him through his orgasm too.

You were both panting as you laid down next to one another. You were silent for a moment before Steve spoke. "Think it worked? We got it out of our systems?"

"I mean," you smirked as you straddled his hips, "we can't be too thorough…"

Bucky is slowly but surely slipping away from me and becoming quite OOC, but it’s cool we love him anyways. please tell me what you thought and thank you so much for reading! <3

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FAVES & FAILS: #1 (Teen Wolf)

I’ve decided to do this questionnaire when a show/book series/movies where I answer these questions with fun gifs too (its Tumblr, what did you expect?), if you want more info, the original idea post with links to each of my completed lists is here ⚡️. A bunch of my faves have already ended so getting all of these out will take a minute, but I’m aiming to post a new one twice per week. 🤞🏻Anyway, enjoy!! OH!! ALSO, I’ll be discussing plot elements in this list so...SPOILER ALERT!!

TV Show FAVES and FAILS: TEEN WOLF

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER: STILES STILINSKI

HANDS DOWN, no question about it! He was the soul of the show, and funny, and so incredibly human on a show full of the inhuman, and that was what made him so integral.  Anyway, I could go on forever about how much I love Stiles, but here’s a gif:

LEAST FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER: GERARD ARGENT

There isn’t really a male that makes me want to punch something, so good for the writers, I guess?

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER: LYDIA MARTIN

I really want to say Allison but it HAS to be Lydia, hands down! Her character development from a girl pretending to be vapid and shallow and who hid her genius so she could “fit in”, to a strong, powerful, confident woman secure in who she really is and the power inside of her (figuratively AND literally, lol), this girl is the real MVP.

LEAST FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER: MONROE

This was hard because there are several female characters that made me want to throw my laptop out of the window.  The short list is Kate Argent, Allison’s mom... I could go on... but Monroe’s systematic attempt to wipe all supernaturals out of Beacon Hills and then maybe the rest of the world gave me fucking high blood pressure and a rage issue. I don't care how “scared” you are, killing a kid who hasn't done anything wrong just because they are different than you is some fucked up, borderline genocidal bullshit. And she survived the finale!!? Like I had to deal with her self-righteous smirky attitude and you didn't even have the decency to punch her in the face and let me watch?!? Rude.

THE CHARACTER THAT DESERVED BETTER: Aiden (and kind of Ethan)

I badly want to say Allison again here because I love and miss her tons. But she died protecting her family and friends and I believe that she is happy wherever she went afterward.  Watching Aiden die in his twin brother’s arms I don’t know who I felt the worst for.  The boy dying, or his brother who now has to live without him... I’m gonna go cry now, brb.

THE DEADWEIGHT CHARACTER WE SHOULD’VE DUMPED IN 2009: Kate Argent

Luckily she was not a regularly appearing character, but when she showed up it was always “for revenge” and I'm like...can we just...not this season? I was having a lovely time and then you showed up with your petty anger for whatever fucking shit that happened in, like season one.  Like, honey... if it’s been so long since you’ve been relevant that I have to google what you’re upset about because I have honestly forgotten...maybe it’s time to let that shit go.  Kindly fuck off now, please...

OVERHYPED CHARACTER: Derek Hale

Like, don’t get me wrong, he’s great and I loved when he was on the show, but I feel like some people think he carried the show and it wouldn't survive without him.  Well, surprise! because he went away after season 4 and I still think some of their best shit came in season 5 and the beginning of season 6.  

UNDERHYPED CHARACTER: Deaton

Um, he was basically Scott’s druid emissary and he got no recognition for it.  He saved all of the main pack members’ lives at least once.  Also he didn't make Stiles pay for the windows, so he’s apparently not an asshole. 

OVERHYPED SHIP: Scott and Malia

I feel like they had to adjust the final season A TON because of Dylan’s injury and Kira not coming back and I think the writers panicked when they didn't know who to put Scott with (because our leading man could never not have a girlfriend, *gasp* THE HORROR!) because Lydia needed to be with Stiles and I think they picked Malia because she was basically the only one left...I was never into it.  In fact, when my friend texted me after we watched the episode where they get together, my response back to her was literally “meh 🤷🏻‍♀️”.

UNDERHYPED SHIP: Allison and Isaac

It would’ve been so nice to see where that relationship went.  Don’t get me wrong, had she lived, I would’ve wanted Allison to end up with Scott.  But I loved that the show was willing to say that it is okay to fall in love more than once in your life.  Sometimes the shows aimed at a younger audience have a tendency to act like your first love has to be the one you’re with until you die and that’s just not realistic. It was nice that the writers didn't box these characters into that mold because it gave them more depth as characters. 

FAVORITE SHIP: Stiles and Lydia

I don’t know how to explain how much I love this pairing.  Like, from the beginning he saw her for how amazing she was and he supported her as she came into her powers and then she was always there making sure that someone was taking care of him when he was taking care of, literally, everyone else, and then when he disappeared SHE KNEW something was wrong nearly instantly, and ‘remeMBER I LOVE YOU’ I need to stop before this run-on sentence goes on forever.  ALSO they’re canon official, which never fucking happens for my ships so I’m fucking excited, sue me.

FAVORITE VILLAIN: Deucalion

His backstory was well-developed and deep, he was clear with his goals, he actually executed said goals in a logical and timely manner, he was a fucking ALPHA OF ALPHAS, nuf said. 

MOST HEARTBREAKING MOMENT: Allison’s Death

Hands down, the most heartbreaking moment on the show, and I will fight anyone who comes at me with a different opinion. Because like--she was smiling when she was stabbed because she had figured out a way to help her friends and then she died in Scott’s arms and told him she loved him even though they weren’t together she still loved him and he still loved her, and I truly believe that she had zero regrets when she died, and how bittersweet is that???!  But Scott couldn't take her pain because it didn’t hurt anymore, and Lydia had to feel her best friend die and she screamed Allison’s name and if you are not hurting right now are you a monster???!?!

FAVORITE STORYLINE: Eichen House Escape/Dread Doctors in Season 5

It was hard to pick between the Dark Druid storyline in season 3A, but the Eichen rescue/Lydia learning how to be a BAMF Banshee from Meredith while she was catatonic (ALSO ‘Stiles saved me’ I AM DEAD!!!), and the whole la bête du gévaudan thing was great, and reuniting the pack after Theo had royally fucked it up earlier that season, it was all just superb! *chef’s kiss*

STORYLINE WE COULD’VE DONE WITHOUT: Like, the whole second half of the last season, TBH

It was a petty, counterintuitive, and just garbage. The monster was dumb, Monroe is a royal twat (as I stated above), and it didn't have a conclusion.  Like, the fuck? This isn't Game of Fucking Thrones you guys do not need to leave every season finale with so many loose ends it make people want to throw their laptops off of a cliff into a vat of hydrochloric acid.  And it was the LAST SEASON so there’s no hope of fixing this bullshit storyline. ugh, kill me now. 

BIGGEST PLOTHOLE: Scott’s pretty selective “True Alpha” powers

They, like, kind of tried to pass it off as it taking a ton of energy so he can’t always do it all the time.  But he got through a mountain ash barrier to save Deaton and activated his True Alpha but then couldn't get into Eichen to get Lydia out because of the mountain ash...? oh and also where the fuck did Cora and Isaac go? (I, sincerely, hope he’s not still just chinning in fucking France wondering were Argent fucked off to)

OVERALL MARKS OUT OF TEN (10 being that watching this show has probably increased your life’s worth by at least five percent; 1 being the only thing this show has given me is a stomach ulcer and trust issues): 

8.75 out of 10.  This show was a blessing and I would definitely recommend it to other people. (mostly because I love to get people hooked on my favorite shows and then they're stuck and we can be tortured together). 

THE END! Thanks for reading my overly-long and overly-obsessive list.  Do come again soon.  I’ll probably have another of these up next week.  🤍🤍🤍

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Learn To Be Lonely, Ch. 1: Chance Encounters

Tom Holland X Reader, Soulmate!AU

In a world where two souls are destined for each other, is it possible to find love when your other half has passed- or are you truly destined to have a lonely heart forever?

Word Count: 3400

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Kingston Upon Thames. It sounded so foreign to you, and yet it was now your new home. Three weeks ago, your whole life was in New York with your best friend, Kate, but then you lost your soulmate, the soul destined to be with you. It was then that you realized your life would never be complete if you simply kept waiting for the other vagabond soul searching for yours; no one could complete your life now, no one except for you.

Now, your life was in England- Kingston Upon Thames to be exact. Normally, you’d be scared out of your mind to move to an alien land, you’d never make such an impactful decision so quickly; but that was the old you, the lost girl still searching for her soulmate. You were living a new life now, a free life, because you weren’t just living for yourself anymore, you were living for your soulmate that wasn’t. Today was the big day of this new life, the day that you’d move into your new apartment, the day that you’d meet your new roommate, the day that your new soulmate-less life would begin. Though Kingston was an unfamiliar place to you, a strange land of tea and British accents, it already felt like home. Something about it drew you in, as if you were fated to be there- it also helped that your company was international and you were able to transfer to the London office. Sure, it’d be a commute, but nothing you weren’t used to.

“You sure about this?” Kate asked you. Standing on the sidewalk outside of the apartment complex, you both fiddled nervously with your luggage. You had packed up as much as could in your two suitcases and a few packages of some more of your things were currently getting shipped overseas to your new home. Your New York apartment was small anyway, so you didn’t have much stuff to bring over; and you were grateful that your new roommate, Daisy, had been so welcoming about you two sharing items in the apartment. You had never met her in person, but she seemed like a respectful roommate and a responsible person; you hoped she was those things in real life.

“Yep,” You nodded, letting out a small breath. You scratched your wrist lightly, the mark was still burning from weeks ago. Looking over at your best friend, you laughed, “I’ve already signed the lease.”

“True.” She shook her head. It was too late for you to back out now. You took a deep breath and opened the complex’s front door. Holding it open for Kate, she stepped in first and you followed after her. It wasn’t anything special, a simple small entryway, the same as any apartment back home would be- you stopped your thoughts, this was your home now, not New York.

You and Kate made your way over to the narrow staircase. Before you could process what had happened, someone came bounding down the stairs in a hurry, knocking into you harshly. In a flurry, his hands grabbed your waist to keep you from falling over completely.

“I’m so sorry, my bad.” The stranger said, steadying you. As you looked into his warm brown eyes, you forgot for a moment what was happening; you forgot all about your nerves over this move, about your other half being gone. Something about this stranger felt… like home…

“It’s alright.” You replied as he dropped his hands from your waist.

“You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?” He laughed a little, immediately picking up your American accent.

“Not anymore.” You nodded down to the suitcase in your hands.

“Welcome to Kingston then, darling.” He smiled, and you felt an urge to check your wrist, but you knew it was no use. Your mark was faded, there was no way this beautiful stranger could possibly be your soulmate- the universe had already decided your fate, and it was to be alone. “Well, I should get going. Good luck on the move.”

Without another word, he left the complex. Kate smiled softly at you; she knew how much you were hurting without a soulmate, how much you still would like to find that extraordinary love. Your fingers lightly traced over your faded mark. For the first time since your birthday, it wasn’t burning.

The two of you continued your way up the stairs and followed the blue and grey carpet down to the last apartment in the hallway. The navy door had a gold ‘16’ posted on it, and you reached into your jeans pocket, pulling out the little silver key. Kate smiled encouragingly at you as you unlocked the door. You pushed the heavy door open, stepping inside the apartment. There was a long hallway that served as an entryway, with a small shoe rack nestled in beside the door.

“Hello?” You called out into the abyss. You had told Daisy that you were on your way, and you had hoped you weren’t disrupting her. You walked further into the apartment with Kate following behind you. You stopped in the kitchen, taking in the perfectly spotless room, granite counters seemingly untouched and dark mahogany cabinets shining. With a single teapot sitting on the stove, nothing was out of place. A small wood table sat in the nook with four chairs around it, all of it matching the cabinets in the kitchen. The living room, fitted with a couch, coffee table, desk, and entertainment center, connected the kitchen to another hallway, which had four closed white doors down it.

“You’re here!” A voice came from the first closed door in the hallway, and it swung open to reveal Daisy. Her curly brunette hair framed her face perfectly as she came into the kitchen, an warm, inviting smile on her face. A tall blond followed her out of what you assumed was your bedroom; he offered you a much more timid, but still welcoming smile. “I’m so happy to finally meet you. I’m Daisy, but you already knew that.”

“Y/N, but you knew that too.” You smiled at her eagerness. You pointed over to Kate, “This is Kate, she’s here for moral support.”

“Nice to meet you.” Your friend held out a hand to Daisy, who took it happily.

“This is Harrison. You’ll see him around a lot.” Daisy laughed and he stepped forward to give you and Kate polite handshakes. As he shook your hand, you saw the full heart on his wrist, matching Daisy’s own wrist. 

“So, um, this is the kitchen, obviously. You’re welcome to use whatever you’d like. As long as you clean the dishes and don’t break anything, I’m pretty much fine with you using my dishes. I have more than enough anyway.” Daisy explained.

“Why don’t you show her her room before starting on the kitchen?” The boy asked with a laugh.

“My bad.” She laughed, “I’m excited. Come on, I’ll show you your room.” She led you and Kate through the living room and down the hallway. She explained how the first door on the right, the one she had emerged from was hers, the master bedroom with an en suite bathroom. The door right beside hers was just a small laundry room and glorified linen closet. The door on the left served as your bathroom, with blue and white tile lining the walls. She opened the door at the end of the hall- your room.

You smiled, stepping into what was now yours. A large queen size bed sat in the middle of the room; it didn’t have sheets, but the mattress looked welcoming enough. There was a small black nightstand beside the bed, accenting the black bed frame. It wasn’t much, but you knew you’d need to go furniture shopping anyway- there was no way you were paying to have your old New York furniture shipped to England. You found yourself looking out the window that gave you a beautiful view of the bustling street below you.

“A few of your packages showed up early, so I set them in here.” Daisy stated, pointing out the few boxes in the corner.

“Thank you.” You set your suitcases down beside your bed, already knowing you’d have to start with unloading your sheets if you wanted a decent place to sleep tonight. Kate had one more night at the hotel before her early flight tomorrow morning. You were thankful that she managed to fly out with you to help you adjust to your new life, but she couldn’t afford to miss much work.

“Well, I’ll let you get settled in then. Let me know if you need anything.” Your new roommate smiled at you and Kate one last time before she left your room. You began to unzip your suitcase, seeking out your bedding, as Kate opened the boxes in the corner.

“She seems nice.” Kate said, grateful for a good impression of your roommate. She lowered her voice so that Daisy and Harrison couldn’t hear, “Maybe Harrison’s got a hot solum friend.”

“Please,” You chuckled, shaking your head at her. You pulled out the pearl colored sheets from your suitcase and began to make your bed. “You know solums aren’t supposed to move on.”

“Y/N, you have nothing to move on from. Give yourself something to move on to.” She spoke softly. You knew your friend wasn’t trying to hurt you, but, between your wrist beginning to burn again and the truth in her words, you felt a twist of pain in your heart.

“I’m going to live my life for myself, not for anyone else. I don’t have a Leo like you do.” You stated, trying to convince yourself of your own words. No one was going to live your life for you; you had to live it for yourself now.

“Hey,” Kate came over to you and pulled you in for a tight hug, “I’m proud of you for all of this. You’re the strongest person I know, and I’m so lucky to have you as my best friend. You’re going to do amazing out here.”

“Thanks. I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I’ll miss you, too.”

You barely slept that night. Jetlag mixed with the new timezone, your body was already rejecting its new schedule. The new bed was comfortable, but the bare walls made the room feel cold and unwelcoming. With only the nightstand in your room, most of your clothes remained in your suitcases and boxes- with the exception of the clothes that you could hang up in the closet with the few hangers you had managed to ship over. It felt more like a sad hotel room than a new bedroom, but still it was home and it was a work in progress. You go up early, only having slept about an hour, to see Kate off at the airport. After tearful goodbyes and promises to call each other often, she left and you were alone in England.

By the time the cab had dropped you off at your apartment complex, your watch told you it was 7 AM, as in 2 AM New York time. You needed sleep, but you also needed to go out and shop for furniture today. Pulling out your phone, you searched for the nearest Starbucks because, while you now lived in Kingston, you were still searching for an American coffee, even if that meant settling for a Starbucks drink. Once you found one just a couple blocks away, you made your way over there. Stepping inside, you weren’t surprised to see the place practically empty, save for the few employees working and the two people waiting for their drinks. After going through the motions of giving the cashier your order and paying for the warm drink, you stepped aside to wait for your drink to be served.

“Hey, you’re the American.” A voice laughed lightly from beside you and you looked over to see the same stranger from the apartment complex just yesterday afternoon.

“That’s a nice nickname that applies to so many people.” You joked, smiling at his effort.

“So, how did the move go?” He asked.

“It went well. My new roommate’s a sweetheart, so I think we’ll get along well.” You replied. You weren’t sure why you were telling a stranger this, but something was drawing you to him. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Tom.” He smiled, holding out his hand for you. When you touched hands, you felt an odd sensation surge from your wrist. It wasn’t burning in pain anymore; instead a dull vibration was sent up your arm to your heart. You didn’t physically react to it, but you wondered if Tom had felt that. Your eyes scanned your wrist quickly, just to lead you back to the faded half a heart mark. You glanced over at Tom’s wrist, wondering what his mark was like, but it was covered by a perfectly placed watch. Whatever his mark was, he sure didn’t want anyone to know.

Before either of you could say anything more, the barista called out his name and his order. He stepped forward and grabbed the warm, white cup.

“I’ve got to go, but maybe I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He smiled at you one last time, before he left the coffee shop. You stood there, trying to hold back the butterflies in your stomach, as you waited for your own drink. As your wrist began to burn again, it reminded you of just how useless it was to ponder on the beautiful brunette boy that you kept running into; you were fated to be alone and you had to learn to be lonely.

~~

When you returned to your apartment, you started to organize your room a bit more. You sat on your bed, the only place to sit in your room, and wrote out a list of things you knew you’d need: dresser, extra hangers, desk, desk chair, lamp, trash can, bookcase (you weren’t even sure about that one). It felt strange to be writing out such a mundane list of things you needed, things that you already had at your old apartment. It was going to be near impossible for you to complete your room on your own.

“Good morning.” Daisy greeted you with her warm smile as you came into the kitchen a few hours later. She was pouring herself a cup of tea from the silver teapot on the stove while Harrison ate a plate full of eggs at the kitchen table.

“Morning.” You replied, even though it had been morning for you for the past several hours. You paused, realizing you had forgotten where the cups were in the kitchen. Sheepishly, you asked, “Where are the cups again?”

“Here.” Your roommate opened the cabinet closest to the fridge. It was full of cups, mugs, wine glasses- she even had champagne glasses in there. You were surprised she had lived alone, or relatively alone, before you.

“Thank you.” You grabbed a glass and filled it up with water.

“How was your first night here?” She asked, blue eyes filled with tender excitement.

“Didn’t sleep well. I think it’s from the time change.” You answered, shrugging hopelessly, “It’s alright. I’ll get used to it.”

“Is New York five hours behind?” Harrison piped up after swallowing a large forkful of eggs. You could already tell that maybe you wouldn’t share groceries with Daisy because he’d most likely eat them all anyway.

“Yeah it is. So it’s 5 AM for me right now.” You laughed lightly as you eyed the large clock on the wall.

“Do you need any help getting settled in? Haz and I don’t have any plans today.” Daisy offered.

“Oh, no, it’s fine. I was just going to go find an Ikea or anywhere I could get furniture.” You didn’t want to make her feel like she needed to help you. She was already the sweetest, most hospitable roommate you had ever had.

“Let us help. Besides, Haz needs to go to Ikea for his own flat. And you don’t have a car. I can drive.” She insisted. You paused for a moment- you had completely forgotten that a car would be incredibly helpful with furniture shopping. You’d need to figure out the roads here before you could even think about buying a car.

“My flatmate owes me a new bookcase.” Harrison chuckled, “He’ll probably join us, too, if that’s okay.”

“You’re offering to help me settle in here, of course I don’t mind if he comes.” You replied.

Less than a hour later, Daisy parked her large SUV at Ikea and the three of you got out of the car. You thanked her for the ride as she casually slipped her hand in Harrison’s. You felt a small wave of pitiful envy come over you; you once yearned for something as simple as that, but that wasn’t a part of your life now.

“My friend will be here soon. He’s at an appointment right now.” Harrison said as the three of you walked into the large store. Daisy sent her boyfriend a sympathetic smile, making you wonder just what the “appointment” was to get such a reaction from her.

“You got your list?” Daisy asked you, her usual bright smile back on her face.

“Yeah, I feel like I’m going to need to buy a lot today.” You laughed, looking at the small piece of notebook paper you had brought with you, various black pen written over it for things you deemed essential, not-so-essential, would-be-nice-if-you-had-it, do-they-even-have-it-here, and ask-daisy-if-they-have-it.

Walking through the various showrooms, you tried to find the best items for your new home. You had drifted away from Daisy and Harrison a little bit, as they got caught up looking at bookshelves for his apartment. You walked into a relatively empty showroom and your eyes wandered the room for anything interesting. Your gaze stopped on a beautiful black dresser; its woodwork matched your bedroom almost perfectly.

“Y/N?” You pulled away from the enthralling dresser by someone calling out your name. You looked over to see Tom standing only a couple feet away from you in front of a tall, black bookcase that accompanied the dresser.

“Tom, three times in twenty-four hours. Are you stalking me?” You joked.

“Damn, so the bushes weren’t that good of a hiding spot then.” He teased, making you laugh. He came over to stand beside and he looked over the dresser before his chocolate eyes found yours. “Apartment didn’t come with a dresser?”

“Sadly, no. I’m living pathetically out of a suitcase.”

“I’ve got this same one at my place. It’s good and not that expensive, too.”

“How often are you shopping at Ikea?” You laughed, but taking a mental note that you’d most likely be getting this dresser- it was perfect for your room before Tom had even said anything.

“Not that often, actually.” He shook his head, chuckling at the thought. “I need a new bookcase, though.”

“I think my roommate’s boyfriend was looking for a new-” You were cut off, by Harrison and Daisy coming into the showroom.

“Tom! Where’ve you been?” Harrison smiled, clapping the brunette boy on the back. Tom stood there looking between you and Daisy with a broken expression on his face.

“So, Tom, you’ve met Y/N. She’s my, um, my new roommate.” Daisy said and you could feel the awkward tension in the air. She weakly smiled at you, trying to comfort you.

“I just- I need some air.” Tom quickly left the showroom, his right hand on his heart. Harrison rushed after him, and you turned to Daisy, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern.

“What just happened?” You asked her quietly.

“It’s nothing. Tom is his roommate, and he gets a bit stressed around strangers.” Her eyes focused on the dresser in front of her. You were only more confused by her response. That had been the third time you’d encountered Tom since moving to England, and not one of those times did he seem stressed about you being a stranger. You knew there had to be more to it, maybe Tom knew her old roommate.

“I like this one.” You told her, nodding to the dresser and changing the topic off Tom. Your right hand subconsciously found your left wrist and gently rubbed over the mark that had started to burn yet again- it only ever stopped burning when Tom was around.

~~~

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Tagged by: @thirteenstardisfam thank youu and i am so sorry it is so super long lmao i did not mean too, but somehow ended up with it, and also i think i will make fandom hate me for some stuff about 11, but i love him! don’t you dare to think otherwise :’D

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Favourite Doctor:  still Ten, i love 12 and 13 almost as much, even if not harder atm, but if it comes to choosing 1 fav doctor then it’s always Ten, so far no one stepped higher for me :’D I loved his era, i loved so many episodes with him, his season arcs, his companions, his relationships with everyone, and this is the only Doctor whose regeneration was smooth for me, he was continuation of Ninth Doctor and it felt like that. I was not like ‘but he is so different in so many ways’ nope, never. Maybe it’s because companions were the same, everyone was still around which was great btw, and I fell in love with the show with Tenth Doctor, dare I say that I stopped watching back then when Matt Smitt became doctor? lmao, must be shock for some but yes, I dropped this show because of THAT lmao??now i laugh at my own self but yeah, i did. where’s everyone, why it feels so different? that was huge nope. Only years later I got back into it, thanks to amazing Michelle Gomez. Actually I was not even going to watch other doctors at that moment, but I watched episodes only with Missy, then i said well it’s not bad I like it and Missy and Twelve were?? OOOF LOVES OF MY LIFE FOR SURE because their relationship were so cool and of course i loved it, so i started a huge rewatch, the first since i dropped the show. Fell in love with Doctor/Master all over again, Ten was as amazing as I remembered, Nine was perfect and I love him too!!! and then... i got to s5... oh god, i was like, let’s give him a chance, what do i lose? but it still felt so weird, and the show was so different, and suddenly everyone else is so important but where are old characters? but i got into it because i have already seen some of 12′s episodes and i got used to the style?? i guess. and then River appeared, not because of her but around episode 5 or 6 i was into it already, not as much as i was before but anyway, maybe weeping angels helped because i loved them and it reminded me of Ten, i felt some kind of a connection to old doctor. I liked River with 10, i thought i will like her with 11 too... but alas, still felt like you know those boys who have never had sex but try to act like they know everything about it and hit on every moving thing and think they do it cool? :D i am sorry if i hurt someone’s feelings with it, but that’s how 11 was for me back then, and while I do understand river/11 it’s the least of all river ships for me, 11 is still the least fav doctor because of those feelings i had back then when i stopped watching, they are not rational i know that now but still feel them, but i love him now, and will protect that kid at all costs! i love ponds, i will kill if anyone says anything bad about Rory Williams! and Amy and Rory? quoting my favorite star trek couple? DUDE WE GO TOGETHER OR NOT AT ALL!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! and even if i was not into all river/11 relationship i loved the story, and of course i liked 12, but s8 still feels like what the hell for me, not because of the doctor but because they tried so hard to show clara as bossy, i mean, i liked her with 11 and then suddenly they turn her into some control freak, it was not so MUCH with 11... but i know now why they did it, so Missy’s words have an effect and all. but still, i love clara before and after s8 :’D s9 clara? i will kill for her too. it’s too long but idk  :’D and actually, this shows that if you give it a chance even if you don’t like actor/actress at first - you might love the show ;) so stop acting like jodie is miscast honestly, i am ready to fight anyone for saying that :D say whatever you want about plot choices, but do not fucking act like it’s Jodie’s fault! actors are not responsible for show runner choices. She acts amazing with the material she has. anyway, 10 is my fav idiot!

Favourite Master: Missy, always was and always shall be. My favorite character in general in the show, no one tops my girl!

Favourite Sonic: honestly? i don’t really remember any sonic but 12′s glasses :D so... glasses. I mean, i don’t really care how it looks like, it does its job... most of the time lmao, but i liked those glasses and the thing with browser history was my fav :D

Favourite Companion: oh it’s soooo hard!!! either Donna or Bill. I can’t choose. but yeah, those are both with whom there were no ‘romantic’ relationship implied, i love friends more than couples. and I just loved 10 and Donna as a team and Bill and 12, i still wish they had more time. also Martha, the smartest companion lol she was amazing.

Favourite Story: anything involving The Master :D all episodes with them are my favs, but i can’t just pick one story, i still remember the first episode i watched back when it was airing and are you my mummy stuck in my head for the rest of my life giving me brrrr feeling, like it was not scary but somehow made me super uncomfortable? also vashta nerada?? duuuuude, you can’t just look at the shadow the same way. and ten/river together were really great, i mean, he did not know who is she, the mystery, i love shit like that?? yeesss!!!!! there are so many great ones. I don’t want to choose.

Favourite Soundtrack: that unreleased tiny melody when the master dies in the last of the time lords T--T and this is gallifrey and clara’s theme! those are my favs. and I also really like 11′s theme, kinda ready for adventures and doing some weird but funny shit :D

Dream Actor for next Doctor: ooooof OOOOF dude! you know what, usually it is one actor for 3 seasons, that’s how it was for the last 3 doctors, i want Jodie to break that rule and stay with us for 4th season as well, i just want to see how pissed off those haters will be lmao i really really think the entire timeless child thing will not feel the same with someone else yet, and i don’t think they will reveal much in 13th season, that’s HUGE thing, or they should make it so good and the next doctor... aaah i don’t want to feel that change again, like i did with 10 to 11, and felt with the every next doctor, but i overcome that shit and just give them a chance, it’s the doctor after all and im sure loving all of them now. not sure it can disappoint me even if most of plot choices in the season are ... weak. idk who, there are so many great actors but whoever i choose will not be as great as someone they choose, because they always somehow cast amazing people, but i agree with emily it’s time for a doctor of color! tho, they can’t go back to white male actor right now, i just can imagine how it will look like, with all the hate Jodie received and how people still whine about female doctor, it will look like they tried and decided to go back to white male doctors, one half will be happy but the other one will eat them alive! so yeah, i am pretty sure it’s not gonna be white man again yet lol

Dream Composer: idk

Dream Story: well, considering 13 is in jail now, i would love to see someone “we know” rescuing her, because honestly if they just showed me jack and left it like that, i will not accept it!!! but also since yaz will be the only one left with the doctor, since bradley and tosin leave the show, i hope we will have some yaz and doctor relationship development without anyone else, maybe jack could stay because i love him, but jack’s presence did not hurt doctor and rose relationship development back then, so it should not hurt now also. but if they bring someone new, at least don’t make it right away, let yaz and 13 have an adventure at least 1 episode, some talk and stuff. so when yaz leaves also... (and i kind of had that stupid feeling that yaz will die in the end, because somehow everything hints on that for me? idk maybe it’s because i rewatched and giffed orphan 55 today and vilma (?) telling yaz to run and stay alive kinda felt like something that hints on yaz’s future... and yaz is always going somewhere without thinking, to random alien ship, to save the doctor, she steps into trouble like a doctor hoping everything will somehow be ok, but im not even sure she hopes, it’s more like i am as good as her so i can do it, not in clara’s way when everything hinted she is like the doctor, because let’s be honest she was and even got her own tardis, but she thinks she is, but she is not, i think some day that might end bad for her... so when she also leaves i don’t want it be like well yeah, what’s next? i mean, i still miss Bill, that was like NOOOOOO with tears and screams for me, i loved Bill! and we had 2 seasons with yaz and i still don’t feel the same connection to any of the current companions atm, so i would like the show to make me love them more, i do love them, just not as much as those i still miss, but im sure defending any of them lmao i love them anyway. you know what i mean...

A Companion You’d like to see back: oh OH. we cant bring them back for entire season right? but doctor can meet Donna at some point, which will have no point lmao cos she doesn’t remember and it will only hurt doctor and i don’t see how her appearance will help any plot, it will be just fanservice cameo. But Bill is out there with Heather, they are powerful creatures now, i think it could somehow fit into the story, I want Bill back. But also, Clara is still one heartbeat away from death, she can be out there, and she has tardis. tiny cameos will be fine for me :D and Martha, but also Madam Vastra and Jenny, Kate and Osgood, where they are??? bring them back and it can make sense, their appearances. I mean, imagine someone from UNIT in s11, not unit itself but osgood??? it would feel so much different. 

An Enemy/Alien/Creature you’d like to see again: weeping angels!!!! OOOF they were creepy, and i love them, like, DON’T BLINK!!! how can you not blink for so long? that is cool, i want them back. and also the most beautiful shots are always with angels so... :’D

If you could travel with one of the Doctors, which Doctor and why?: oooh, while 10 is my fav, and I totally would hit on 13 :D i will choose 12, 12 from season 10, because he was such a grandpa, no lovey dovey stuff, he would lecture me on thing i do, give me new info about something, we would explore shit together and he would be like a grandpa i never had. We would definitely have long discussions about stuff and have good laugh together and i would make references to movies and then we would watch those movies :D i would act like Bill lmao yess i want to travel with 12!!!