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i-literally-cant-with-this · 8 months

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A/N ♕ This is gaudy as shit and I don't care. Idk. There may be inconsistencies with the story, so, sorry. I've been working on this all day. 8 pages on Google Docs so you're in for a read. Good stuff starts at page 3 (mind you, this is from Google Docs perspective.) I read, reread, rereread, rerereread, rererereread .... until I couldn't. This is a little headcanon-y and a little fic-y. It's just what I was feeling. I know you know what to do if there's anything horribly wrong. For real, though. This is so fucking long I never want to see my laptop again.

C/W ♕ Unprotected P->V, F->M & M->F Oral, M->eating his cum (sorta) from F, kinda rough sex but they like it. I'm so brain dead right now that I can't remember everything. Soft broken Hanma eventually. I like you, no shit? I like you too. Kiss kiss. Snooze snooze. Happy happy.

Funsies ♕ A link of the playlist I made while I was writing this in case anyone wants to check it out. I don't think the read will exhaust the playlist so pick any song you want and it should, theoretically work at any point?

WC ♕ 3,915 (ISH - I change things once I get it here on Tumblr, but it's around that.

♕ You'll never forget the first time you rode on the back of Hanma's bike with him.

♕ He wasn't really keen on the idea of taking you home. You weren't even his responsibility.

♕ But it was a favor for one of his captains.

♕ Hanma put his helmet on you, tightening the strap under your chin carefully so he wouldn't pinch your delicate skin.

♕ He was so pissed when he noticed how pretty your eyes were, staring so intently back into his. He had to shake himself out of the distraction.

♕ "You're not wearing a helmet, Shuji?" You asked.

♕ "This's the only one I have, obviously. And you're going to wear it, got it?" He was so adamant about that.

♕ He got you settled in the helmet and threw his leg over his bike. Looking at you impatiently, waiting for you to get on, he put his hand out and you took it.

♕ You hopped on behind him and wrapped your arms around his straight waistline. And you're not sure if your heart skipped a beat because you were so nervous about being on the back of a motorcycle with him for the first time or if it was how you felt with your cheek pressed to his back

♕ He also noticed how nice your arms felt wrapped around him. He turned his head before he took off and told you you'd better hold on tighter, he doesn't drive like a 30 year old.

♕ Hanma thought he turned his head enough from your line of vision before he smiled. But you saw it.

♕ So you did what he asked and squeezed him tighter, pressing your chest harder against his back.

♕ He started the engine and the vibrations sent shockwaves throughout your cunt body like you've never experienced.

♕ Both you and Hanma thought it wasn't possible for you to get any closer to him, but you both somehow managed to impress the other.

♕ He was at a stoplight about 3 blocks from your house and he reached back to give your thigh a little pat.

♕ "Hold on to me, hana. I'm gonna go like hell when I see that light turn green."

♕ His hand stayed on your thigh even after he took off. Stayed there for so long, actually, that you were getting concerned about the upcoming turn in the road. But he pulled his hand forward just in time to take it with ease.

♕ The wind against your face that carried his scent - which you could NOT place, (Sandlewood? Cedar? It was DELICIOUS to say the least) was starting to make you feel drunk.

♕ You could just barely hear the music playing through the small (but strangely loud) speakers --- Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away), Deftones. You had heard the song before and liked it but now it held a certain heaviness over you. Everything about this moment felt right. The night was warm. The stars were out.

♕ How the fuck had you not realized this before?

♕ Hanma is ... he's fucking sexy.

♕ He pulled up to your place and he stopped the bike, letting it idle while sitting in your driveway.

♕ "Ok, you have arrived at your destination. You're welcome, for the ride of your life." He seemed a little more lighthearted now than when he first was roped into taking you home.

♕ "Yeah. Yeah, thanks. Um, thanks. Do you - maybe ... want some ..." you just couldn't fucking talk. He looked so handsome in the soft yellow lights that lined the street.

♕ "You got some food? I could eat, yeah." He kicked the bike stand out and turned it off and reached up to remove his helmet from your head.

♕ If he missed the blush that washed over your face he'd have to be a blind man. But you noticed a faint smile on him, too. So you think he caught it.

♕ "What do you feel like? I just went shopping and I'm fully stocked." You stood with your back to him, he was in the living room looking around at the shit you had all over your walls. Weird art that made him feel things. Stuff he's never thought himself capable of feeling - not bad things, either. But new things.

♕ And you felt comfortable with all of this. Knowing he was in another room than you. Except, he wasn't in the living room anymore. He was right fucking behind you. You stopped to look up into the cupboard you stood in front of to see what was there, if it was easy and quick to fix up.

♕ He reached out and traced the curve of your waist and leaned in, putting his face to the back of your head. "You going to feed me, y/n?"

♕ Your first thought was who's going to perform CPR on your right now because you're about to die. His breath was so hot on the back of your neck you were able to document the time that your heart actually stopped beating for a second.

♕ Hanma put his hands on your shoulders and ran them down your arms. When he got to your wrists, he pulled them behind your back more roughly than you've ever been touched by any man before.

♕ And he's so much taller than you, so he has to bend over so he can talk right into your ear.

♕ "I'm sure it's ready for me to eat right now. Not much prep is going to be required. I guess, in a way, you could almost call it fast food?" He yanked you so you were standing up straight and your back was flush with his front.

♕ You didn't know what to do with your hands so you just left them where he placed them. He had his free hand back on your waist, squeezing and exploring.

♕ "I don't think I've ever wanted something so bad as I do right now, hana." He said, letting his fingers dip lower and lower. You threw your head back and it fit into the dip between his neck and shoulder.

♕ You couldn't help but think he was such a fucking gentleman, waiting for your permission before he took anything. You leaned back against his chest and turned your head to kiss him. "Then take ... take it. Take what you want, Shuji. Take it all."

♕ Hanma's hand went back up to your throat and squeezed just enough to make you gasp.

♕ He leaned around and pressed his mouth to the corners of your lips, teasing you into giving yourself fully over to the kiss and sliding his tongue down your jawline to your neck. Ending up at your ear once more.

♕ "Good girl, hana. You're so wet for me right now, I can fucking smell it. Tell me what you want me to take. Hm? You want me to take you? You're going to be so good for me. Or maybe not? Maybe you're just going to be a nasty ... little ... bitch. I think I'd like to see that. This sweet girl act you put on. I've seen you walking around like you're just the best thing around here. Well? You going to prove that to me, hana? Huh?" He said, his voice dropping an octave as he ran his hand down your stomach and dipped his fingers into your panties.

♕ He moaned into your ear, "Oh fuck, hana. You're dripping for me. I'm going to fucking ruin you."

♕ He turned you around more roughly than he had to and hoisted you onto the counter, yanking your pants down and kneeling down before you, inhaling your scent. Deeply.

♕ Hanma looked up at you with such fire in his eyes, you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He traced his finger over your pussy, feeling your wetness before leaning forward and dragging his tongue over the same invisible line his finger forged on your trembling skin.

♕ You arched your back and gasped as he brushed his lips against your thighs. You could feel how heavy his breathing had gotten. He pushed one finger passed your folds, then two, and you could feel yourself tightening around him.

♕ "Shu, f-fuck. Please, I need ... I need ..."

♕ He looked up at you with his eyebrows raised. "What do you need, hana. Use your words."

♕ You reached down and grabbed him by the ears, pulling him up to your face. "I ... fuck me, Shuji." You kissed him, tasting yourself on him.

♕ Hanma didn't waste a second. He pulled you off the counter and dragged you into your bedroom. You turned around and yanked at his belt buckle, pulling it from the loops all at once and threw it across the room, unzipping his pants and pulling them down.

♕ He leaned you over the bed, spreading your legs and reaching up to squeeze your ass. You looked back at him, wanting him to fill you up.

♕ Hanma rubbed his tip up and down your slit, teasing you. "Shuji just ... just fuck me."

♕ You were so whiny and needy. It was making him so hard. He wanted to fuck you right then and there. To give you what you were so desperately and metaphorically, on your knees for.

♕ But the sadist in him, found it hard to acknowledge your pleas so soon. He didn't want you to work for this, per se. But he wanted to make good and damn sure you wanted him as much as he wanted you. So what if he had to deny himself instant gratification. The look on your sweet, flushed face was already worth having to drag this out.

♕ "You've been so good for me, hana. I'm going to give you exactly what you need. But I don't want you to come too soon." He said, smirking as he pulled you back to your feet and turned you around, pressing his hands into your shoulders until you were on your knees.

♕ Hanma reached down and pulled his cock out of his boxers and he patted your chin a few times. Urging your mouth to open so he could slap it on your tongue before pushing his tip into your mouth. You let him guide you as you took him down your throat. He kept his eyes on you, watching as you struggled to take him all the way in.

♕ "Fuck, y/n. Look at you. Taking me like a good little slut. I knew you were going to act like a little bitch in heat. Choking down my cock like that." He praised you through gritted teeth. Despite sounding so volatile, it made you feel so good to be used by him this way.

♕ He pulled out of your mouth and pushed you back onto the bed, flipping you over onto your stomach. He pulled your hips up and guided his tip into you, slowly pushing himself in until he was all the way inside you.

♕ Hanma held himself there for a minute, feeling you tighten around him. He started moving again, in and out of you.

♕ You felt like you were on the edge of an orgasm with every thrust. The disgusting way he used you for his own pleasure and the way he spoke to you was driving you mad.

♕ "Shuji, fuck ... I'm gonna cum."

♕ He pulled out and turned you onto your back. He spread your legs apart and leaned over you, pushing himself back inside you and pressing his lips to yours.

♕ "Yeah? How close? How close are you?" He dragged his teeth over your ear and on down to your visibly beating pulse point and left a purple mark in his wake. You clenched up around his cock so hard when he did this that he had to stop moving and pull himself together. "Fuck! Hana! Keep that shit up and this is over. I'm fucking finished."

♕ He thrust into you harder, his balls slapping against your ass wasn't helping you hold off cumming all over him. You felt your orgasm building up inside you. You reached down to rub your clit, but he saw where your fingers were aiming and he brushed your hand aside and started rubbing soft circles on it for you. It made you moan - the most whorish, slutty sound you have ever let out.

♕ It was out of your control at this point. His dick pounding inside of you, hitting all the right spots at all the right times was making you more cock-drunk than you have ever felt. If you could even consider yourself aware of anything other than his golden eyes burning holes into yours and the rise and fall of his hips against your spread legs.

♕ Your cunt swallowed his cock so perfectly. The thought crossed your mind that you were made for each other. But that's ridiculous. Hanma hates you. Right? He didn't even want to take you home. So why, then, is he balls deep inside of you right now. Don't fucking ask, you thought to yourself. Doing any and every little thing you could to stave off your imminent crash.

♕ He could see your eyes start to roll back and he knew what was happening. He pressed his thumb harder against your clit and started circling it faster.

♕ "Cum for me, hana. Show me how much you wanted this, how much you wanted my cock inside of you." He sucked on your nipple as he fucked you. Balancing over you on his left hand, his right hand still trifling with your pulsing clit. You tried to buck up against him for any extra stimulation but he only pulled back. "Aht! I make you cum. You ... you let me. Understand, hana? I ... make ... you ... cum." He growled through his clenched jaw directly into your ear. Punctuating each word with driving his hips harder and harder against you.

♕ You couldn't hold it in anymore. You came so hard and you didn't even care that he was watching you so closely. You let your body relax and gave in to the moment. You'd pretty much checked out mentally, but whatever connection remained between your brain and your body was otherworldly. You felt his cock sliding in and out of your soaked cunt. It was so thick and long. Nothing like you imagined it would be by just looking at his tall, thin frame. (But aren't those guys always the wildcard?) It was all you could focus on.

♕ Hanma was ready to cum, too. He pulled out of you and turned you over onto your stomach again. He slapped his wet cock against your ass before pushing back into your pussy, making you moan into the sheets.

♕ You were still twitching against him. As close as he was to blowing his sticky load of cum inside of you, as hard as his cock was twitching, he was so transfixed by how you felt around him. So fucking hot. So fucking soft. So fucking beautiful. Like a goddamn flower. Your pussy made him think of the most beautiful flower and nothing would ever change his mind about that. (And he would never figure out why - but he wondered if it had to do with the weird art in your living room).

♕ "Fuck, hana. Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! You want me to cum inside this pussy? Want me to cum in my pussy, huh? Yeah? Fuck, cumming so fuck- hard, holy shit. Fuck!" Hanma came with such force, you could feel his cum pouring into you. And soon after, seeping out of you from around his cock still inside of your stretched hole. He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. He didn't want to move, not yet.

♕ And he felt like it should bother him that he was still here with you. Still, physically, a part of you, as much as you were a part of him. But he couldn't think of a single reason why he should leave. Let alone why he'd want to leave.

♕ "Shu, you ... I ... well," you tried to speak but couldn't form a coherent thought just yet. "Um," it was useless. You couldn't think. So you just laid there underneath him. Feeling more and more empty with each passing second as the sadness of this being over filled you instead feeling full from Hanma. It was not a good placeholder for him. It was not feeling nearly as good as he did. And you felt like crying.

♕ Whether because it was just too much for you or it was just nothing to him. What if it were both? Shit. You're starting to cry.

♕ He felt you tremble underneath him and he rolled off of you, turning you over to face him.

♕ "Hey, what's wrong? Hana? Look at me, now. Did I hurt you? Did I do something?" He looked more concerned that irritated. And that's probably what surprised you the most. You tried to hide your face, but he grabbed your chin and pulled you back.

♕ "No, it's ... it's nothing. I just ... it was too much. You were too good." You said, laughing hard through the tears, wholly embarrassed by your generous assessment.

♕ "Oh, what now?" Hanma smiled and kissed you on the forehead. He reached down and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it. "You say I was too good? Were you even here? I mean ... I guess it's impossible for you to feel yourself. But, I guess ... I guess I'm only as good as who I'm with? And, hana," he cupped your face in his rough, slightly grease stained and scarred hand, "you were good, too."

♕ You laughed again, shaking your head. "Don't ... don't be nice to me. I can't handle it. And that's not even ... you don't have to say that to me. I know you don't like me. You can't fucking stand me. I knew all of this when I asked your captain to make you give me a ride. How embarrassing is that. I fucking am so pathetic sometimes." You rubbed your eyes with the heel of your palm. "God. You can go. You don't have to stay. It's alright. I'm ... I'll be ... fine. I always am."

♕ Hanma sat up on his elbow, looking down at you with his brow furrowed. "Hana. I can't believe you're this stupid." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked out into the hallway.

♕ "Shuji! Who the fuck is Hana? And why do you keep calling me that? My name is-" great, now you look sad and insane.

♕ "Chill, crazy. Hana means blossom. And I think, ffffuck. Ithinkyou'reprettylikeaflowerplusyourpussyispretty." His words ran together but you heard every single separate syllable. You're pretty sure you fell in love with him a little bit, too. The fucker.

♕ He leaned over you again, pressing his lips to yours. You moaned against his mouth and reached to grab his cock, but he stopped you. "No. I wanna make you feel good. It's your turn." He kissed your neck and made his way down to your pussy, licking up his own cum that had dripped out of you. You bucked your hips up into his face, reaching down to grab a fistful of his hair.

♕ He looked up at you with wide eyes, smirking. "Hold on, hana. I got you." He sucked your clit between his lips, pressing his tongue against it and making you cry out in pleasure. He pushed two fingers into your pussy and started pumping them in and out of you, hitting your g-spot while he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.

♕ "Fuck, Shu! Fuck me!" You screamed.

♕ He looked up at you with his eyelids still heavy. "That's what I'm trying to do, baby." He said, chuckling. "Just this time, it's with my mouth. Ok? So sit back and enjoy the ride." He leaned back down and continued sucking and licking and pumping you until you couldn't hold on anymore. You came for him, all over his face. And he didn't seem to mind one bit.

♕ He crawled up to you and laid beside you again. You looked over at him and smiled. "You're such an asshole. But I kind of like you."

♕ He leaned over and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on him. Again. "No shit? I've liked you for a while. But I ... hell, I don't know. I guess I thought you were too good for me or something." He put his head against your chest, subconsciously counting the heartbeats coming from your body. "That's usually what people tell me. The guys and stuff. They always give me shit about anyone I like. Except ... except for you. They respect you."

♕ You nodded slowly, spacing out on the chunk of blond hair above his forehead. "Yeah, it helps having a cousin who's a captain. But Shuji, I do. I really do like you. I just wanted you to know that."

♕ Hanma looked up at you with a softness in his eyes you had never seen before. "I know, hana. I know." He kissed you again, pulling the sheet over both of you. He didn't want you to see him get worked up. Not over you. Not emotionally. Not just yet. But he was pretty sure he was starting to fall in love with you. And that was just something he wasn't prepared for. Though he'd have to face up to it. Sooner, rather than later, he thought.

♕ He turned over onto his back and let you snuggle up next to him, throwing your arm over his chest. He closed his eyes, thinking about how much he'd like to do this again. Just like this. Just you.

♕ You reached over and turned off the lamp, laying your head against his chest and simply being in the darkened room with him. It was so easy, you thought. And you hoped it would always be that way, though you knew better than to believe that. Because Hanma was a very complicated man on the outside and inside. And you wanted to be the one who could be there to understand him. The one who could get to know him. The one who could make him laugh and cry and feel any and everything he ever wanted to feel. You wanted to be the one who'd be there to listen to anything he had to say. Softly spoken or screamed out.

♕ And that's all you wanted. To be there for him. And with him. And with him.

♕ "Good night, little hana." He said, pulling you tighter against him.

♕ "Good night, beautiful Shuji." You smiled in the darkness and drifted off to sleep.

♕ And you didn't care how much you'd regret saying it or how much you'd try to deny it. It was true. You were in love with him. And you knew it would be some time before he could admit he felt the same way. But you would give him whatever amount of time he needed.

♕ He hoped he would be worth it. Hanma wasn't necessarily a good man. He has never been called a good man. Never has he ever really felt like one.

♕ But he heard you talking to him in the morning before you got out of bed to fix the coffee. Telling him how you'd be there for him as best you could. No matter what.

♕ He thought to himself that he hoped he'd never disappoint you. No matter what.

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radioisntdead · 4 months

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I don't mean to be dramatic, but the degree to which I need to know what Velvette does to shy singer reader the next day verges on pathological.

Good evening my dear! You are so real for that, I hope you enjoy!

Don't go wasting your emotion

Velvette x reader

Warnings: Power inbalance, things get wonky at the end because I was sleep deprived while writing, kinda trying out a format no idea if that's obvious or not.

Part two to this

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Velvette took pride in her accomplishments,

she had a strong hold on hell's fashion industry, she had a HUGE following on all social media platforms, she was the youngest overlord, she was the self-proclaimed backbone of the Vee's, if she wanted something she would get it.

And what was something she wanted?

You! How unfortunate, or fortunate depending how you look at it.

"I wasn't jealous before we met,"

After your little stunt of practically serenading her and teasing her with the act of an almost kiss, the Vee became rather enamored with you.

Imagine her delight when you came into work the next day fully prepared to get a sort of revenge on you, although you were in a complete different outfit then the one you wore the night before, gone was the striking red and pink two piece, you now wore a muted green cardigan, blouse and some business casual work pants, the complete opposite of the night before.

If she hadn't seen you that night she might've have a tough time believing it was you.

"Now, every woman I see is a potential threat,"

Velvette kept tabs on you throughout the morning waiting for the right moment to corner you.

Unfortunately the morning was busy since a certain moth that should've gotten taken out by exorcists ages ago had another temper tantrum and wrecked havoc upon her floor, tearing apart a few models.

And that meant it took longer then she would've liked to talk to you.

"And I'm possessive, it isn't nice,"

She was extra snippy with everyone who interacted with you, her poor assistant who just needed to give you a run down on what clothes to pack and transport to a shoot next week got absolutely flamed, a coworker that held the door open for you was almost fired, another coworker that accidentally tripped you and apologized was fired.

"You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice,"

Finally right before the clock stuck noon she managed to catch you alone, you were at your desk writing something down.

"But now it isn't true,"

You let out a squeak as your chair, with you in it, was spun around.

Velvette stared down at you.

"Now everything is new,"

You were a complete and utter fool to think she wouldn't recognize you, and now you were paying the price for your foolery.

"And all I've learned has overturned,"

Cold panic filled you, immediately assuming she wanted to end your afterlife, you managed to duck under her arm, slide out of your chair and what I can only describe as a sad attempt at an army crawl mixed with an undignified shimmy but it got you free.

Temporarily anyways.

"I beg of you,"

Velvette quickly caught you pinning you against a wall, your eyes darted around as you felt her fingers gently hold your chin like you had done to her the night before.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

She leaned in.

"Lay all your love on me,"

And planted a kiss right on your pretty lips.

"It was like shooting a sitting duck,"

That kiss is what sealed your fate, because from that day Velvette began showing clear favoritism for you.

"A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck,"

Coming to visit you whenever she had free time, or on your breaks, demanding that you go on lunch dates with her.

"I still don't know what you've done with me,"

She somehow found your awkward demeanor to be rather charming, sure it would be nice for you to ditch the whole timid thing but that wasn't a deal breaker, perhaps within time you'd become that confident person she saw on stage that managed to completely and utterly enamour her full-time.

"A grown-up woman should never fall so easily,"

Velvette showed up for each and every one of your performances, causing a racket in order to show up if needed.

She personally designed clothes for you to wear during your club performances, making sure they fit you perfectly and that they were flexible enough that you could move around with ease.

"I feel a kind of fear,"

It sent tingles down her spine whenever you got on stage and switched from the timid little thing you were normally into someone beaming of pure confidence, she loved when you would blow kisses or anything of the like to her from your place on stage.

"When I don't have you near,"

She would film your shows and post them over her socials, often posting pictures of the two of you, particularly with her arm wrapped around you in some way, she quite liked having her arm wrapped around your waist.

"Unsatisfied, I skip my pride,"

Velvette would often take you out on all types of dates, her favorites were shopping ones, she could spoil you with anything your little heart so desired, or at least she could try too, you had a way of uno reversing her and paying for her instead.

Thank goodness you got paid for your little singing performances because you'd be screwed otherwise.

"I beg you dear,"

Was there a large power inbalance between the two of you, as not only an overlord and an average sinner but as Employee and Boss.

Yes, yes there was.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

But did Velvette care about that at all?

"Lay all your love on me,"

No she didn't give a shit.

But your coworkers did!

"Don't go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me,"

You weren't naive towards the whispers and pointed or concerned looks directed towards you, you were pretty sure some of your co-workers and friends had a mock funeral for you.

Velvette quite liked you and she refused to let you leave.

"I've had a few little love affairs,"

Sure she had a couple of flings here and there, both when she was alive and after she died, but no one was quite like you, timid and awkward in the daylight and a shining ball of confidence in the night.

Like hell's version of Hannah Montana or a werewolf.

"They didn't last very long, and they've been pretty scarce,"

It went without saying that Velvette was a very jealous woman, she was never one for sharing

Not clothes, not items, and especially not you!

"I used to think that was sensible,"

Sure she technically shared things with the other Vee's like living space, utilities, employees that weren't you.

"It makes the truth even more incomprehensible,"

She didn't like that whenever you performed on stage others looked at you with such lust and desire that it would make the radio demon himself run away with disgust.

"'Cause everything is new,"

She made a point to post pictures of the two of you, together, usually with her hand, arm, leg or something of hers on top of you, just to show all of hell that you belonged to her.

She had you in her sinstagram bio and everything.

And she made you put her in your sinstagram bio despite you barely using the media.

"And everything is you,"

Brushing over that, Your relationship with her was filled with rather sweet moments.

"And all I've learned has overturned,"

She made matching outfits for the two of you, mostly tailoring to her own styles and colors as opposed to yours, it's not her fault she liked seeing you in her colors!

"What can I do,"

She practically moved you into the Vee's tower, making sure you were no more then a three minute walk away.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

Valentino once asked if he could borrow you for a film, saying that you could be a star, after all some people had a thing for dorks like you!

"Lay all your love on me,"

She ended up chasing him down with a fork.

"Don't go sharing your devotion,"

And ended up posting a few videos of his little temper tantrums much to Vox's chagrin, that was not good for the Vee's reputation!

"Lay all your love on me,"

But it did make a point to the other two Vees that you were off limits, Although Vox did try to get you to agree to sing a jingle for a product of his.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

You were back at that same club you managed to seduce Velvette at, singing another song you enjoyed while alive.

"Lay all your love on me,"

You wore a sparkling pink outfit, heart motifs were evident on it, Velvette stared at you from across the club with pride.

Look at you! Singing your heart out while wearing one of her outfits.

"Don't go sharing your devotion,"

You leaned against the mic stand, half lidded eyes on her.

"Lay all your love on me,"

She had taken to keeping a safe distance away from the stage during your performances, not wishing for a repeat of your nimble fingers under her chin as you sang to her.

She'd rather keep that in private.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

you blew a kiss at her.

"Lay all your love on me."

What Velvette wanted, she got.

And she got you, and you supposed you had her as well, who would've thought that performance of yours would've resulted in this?

Good evening folks! My apologies for this being delayed! I hope you enjoyed it! Also as the song was selected per the poll and this one won, y'all picked good because the other two of the other options were going to be angsty, anywho!

as per usual thank you for tuning in! Hope you tune in tomorrow for Wednesday angst with a certain Angel!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #velvette x reader #hazbin hotel velvette x reader #hazbin Velvette x reader #velvette x you

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tongjingnian2point0 · 24 days

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Wow! That video was amazing! I am not familiar with Halsey, is this a mix of two songs? How did you do it? How was the collaboration process? Would you tell how this project came to be? It's do perfect how the lyrics line up with the frames!

Hi there! Thanks for your questions🥰 Glad you come asking! As soon as I saw your question, I know I'm gonna give a very long answer whether you want it or not ;)))) So here is my answer & I hope you like it.

To answer your question, first, yes they are remix of two different songs. One called Drive, and the other is Colors. I didn't do the remix, as I wrote in the details on YouTube. I had the idea to do it myself tho, because these two songs are very similar, and I was thinking why not mix them together? And when I searched it, I found one already exist. (& regretfully, it's not a collaboration (but I'd love to do collaboration works if I get the chance :) I wouldn't say it's how I'll remix it, but I love this verson too, and I can see the images poping into my head the second I heard it, so I went with it.

But if you're wondering about my process about the whole project (except the music of course), I never have a complicated process, was just following my structure step by step after thinking repeatedly and certain I wanted to do it that way.

This project didn't come out of blue. Actually I've thought about it for maybe a year or two before I get started.

The inspiration come straight from Halsey's Drive, and that whole album gives me a vibe of pure blue. I don't have synaesthesia, but I can always 'see' a lot of editing of my otp when I listen to musics.

To me, the core of SamnDean is the never ending road trip, exhaustion and everlasting love burning under the sun, especially in the early seasons. The color blue represents the feeling in my mind, and deep blue also gives me the vibe of 'haunting', just like wincest. Although they were apart when Sam was in Stanford, the memories were still haunting them from thousand miles away. And even when they're together, they're still haunted by their thoughts and feelings, just like when they were kids.

So Drive and the scenes of SamnDean came to me naturally when I heard the lyrics, especially when it came to the mutual pining and angst. And the pride mentioned in Drive is so canonned, SamnDean both have their pride, and from my understanding, that's part of the reason why they always end up hurting each other and their feelings.

Originally, I tried with two different songs, because they're both so related to wincest.

But Ride is more about 'I', and Drive is more about 'Us' like what I see in wincest. They are an indivisible whole, 'conjoined-twin' like they mentioned.

Besides, because I decided the color that represent that period is blue, I went to listen Colors again to find more inspiration, and that's when I found the melodies of these two songs are similar and wanted to do a remix (and you know what was going on with the bgm later).

Then, about the scenes and storyboard, like I said, I contemplated it for a long time and thought about it repeatedly, that I believe it's already refined in my head. I cannot give a exact process of how these ideas getting together, because it's been too long, and I don't remember where I started or how they mixed together. But what makes me wanted to do this is the line 'would it really kill you if we kissed?'

I'm not sure you've known me before, but I've tried to just paint one illustration with this line echo in my head, since I know it'll be so troublesome to start a goddamn video with just a blank canvas. But it didn't work, I still have this song in my head, and the non-exist storyboard was yelling at me, telling me to finish it.

So when I had a large block of free time, I started to decide which shots in my mind were suitable for the video and drew them into storyboards, with the change of music (from Drive to Drive and Colors).

Also, the change of lyrics gave me a new perspective. To me, the first line in Colors 'Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so' is more about Sam's POV, but from 'everything is blue', I see Dean. And re-read the whole lyrics, instead of making an ordinary one, I decided it'll have the different pov from Sam & Dean (I hope some of you realized it and know what I'm talking about here).

There still were changes from the draft to the final painting, but comparing to how many things I'll change when it comes to illustrations, it's nothing. It's more likely that I thought about it so often that there wasn't a lot to change when I finally started drawing.

About lyrics tho... I need to confess that I change some of it to make it more fitting. Also, I heard some wrong because I never read lyrics (oops)... so I didn't realize that I interpreted some wrong, until I was editing the video and searched it😅 But why not changing it? It sounds so similar with what I thought it was (like the way Halsey read 'you liked me' just like 'you are light to me'... I also wanted to mention the 'your laugh echos down the highway' one, but I found there are two different version so)

So yes, about some part of the lyrics fitting too well, blame my wild imagination 😉 xx

Anyway, I hope this answered your questions! Thanks for asking again, and if you wanna ask about something else you're more than welcomed to come back here! Hope you have a good day :)

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#supernatural #wincest #sam winchester #dean winchester #deansam #samdean #thinking process #questions #drive into the colors of you (wincest)

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EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY [CH 4] - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Summary: Y/N proposes to Wanda and she says… no. That’s when things get complicated, too much.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader | Natasha Romanoff x oc

ㅤㅤㅤ CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX - finale

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Warning: Somewhat graphic MCU violence, ANGST and FLUFF. As you know me: Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. This mcu style is my own, Natasha Romanoff will not die here. You're warned. She deserves to be happy.

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Songs you've need to listen reading this:

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The Great War Fade into you - Mash up ㅤㅤㅤ

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“Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff are in violation of the Sokovia Accords. They assaulted the king of Wakanda and now they're helping two of the most dangerous fugitives, Y/N Y/L/N and Julia Hale. Make an example out of them.” General Ross ordered his soldiers, who after taking courage entered the building surrounding it.

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It wasn’t an easy mission to find themselves against three enhanced and the fucking Black Widow.

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Ross's phone started ringing a few seconds later, unaware that a certain redhead was watching him through the cameras around the place.

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“Yeah?”

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“Don't do this.” Natasha left the phone on speaker and looked at herself in the mirror. “Come after me... I mean, you're embarrassing yourself. It looks desperate.”

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“Thought maybe you'd be calling me to cut a deal. 'Cause from my vantage point, it's the federal fugitive who's desperate.” Ross's voice showed how proud he felt, he had captured the elusive Black Widow.

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Natasha sighed, changing her blouse for a nice grey hoodie. “From my vantage point, you look like you could use some bed rest. What is this, your second triple bypass? You look like shit.”

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“I wouldn't worry about me.” Ross scoffed. “We got your sister, she's fiery! We got Barton, we got the Bishop girl, Sam Wilson...”

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Natasha clenched her jaw when she heard her sister's name, he knew how to press those weak points. Or at least try.

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“Everyone will recognize you all, Rogers is on the run too. You got no friends. Where you gonna go?”

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“I've lived a lot of lives before I met you, Ross.” Nat smiled and took her phone. “You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble. I'm done.”

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She ended the call and left that bathroom. As she walked to the bow of that boat, Ross right now was breaking into a long ago abandoned apartment.

Nat played him a trick again, he took the bite perfectly.

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“All good?” Y/N asked as she watched the redhead approach breaking that disposable phone.

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“The asshole swallowed it all.” Natasha threw the phone into the water. There was no one but them and some people sleeping, it was barely five in the morning.

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The breeze and the mist from the Norwegian fjords in front of them showed them one of the most beautiful landscapes they had ever seen.

Y/N handed her a cup of coffee and they both shared a moment together while Wanda and Jules rested before they reached Sæbø.

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“Perfect. Now we just... let's try to keep up.” Y/N sighed and looked around. Sæbø was a fairly quiet town, and living on the outskirts would give them a great advantage in staying unnoticed.

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“We need to draw less attention.” Nat licked her lips and leaned against the ship's rail, watching that beautiful place. “I never came to Norway, you know?”

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"It's beautiful." The brunette smiled. “Thank you for doing this, you didn't have to. You could have stayed on Stark's side, you know he would have supported you."

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“I know.” Nat sighed and turned to see her friend. “But I wouldn't leave my friends behind, Yelena wouldn't forgive me either.”

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Just remembering her sister and the conditions in which they surely kept her broke everything inside the spy.

Nat struggled a lot to find Yelena again and gain her trust, leaving her on the raft for a while longer was painful but necessary.

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“We can do this, and soon we will rescue Yelena. We just need time to put together everything we need.” Y/N placed her hand on the redhead's shoulder. Nat's teary green eyes broke her heart.

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“You promise me?”

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“I swear, Nat. We'll go get her.”

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“We've got a generator outside. It's petrol-powered. And the septic tank will need a flush in a couple of weeks, but, you know, I've got a guy coming for that.” Richard got out of that trailer and turned to see Nat, who was perched against the door smirking. “You okay? I hear things. You know, something about the Avengers getting divorced...”

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“Ugh. It's fine.” Natasha shrugged. “I'm actually better on my own.”

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The man arched an eyebrow, at least she was still looking really hot like always. “Are you sure?”

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“Because you can tell me, you know.” Richard smiled flirtatiously at her. “That's the way the whole friends thing works.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I know. I have friends.” Nat smiled and nodded toward the girls arriving at the trailer. “They’re there… and I don't pay you to worry.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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At that time, Y/N parked the small Lada Niva jeep in front of the campsite. They all started to unload all the supplies they had brought from three markets in the town. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N wore her hair in two braids, a huge plaid shirt and a cute beanie. Jules now had a wild ‘bisexual-bob’ cut with a few streaks of blonde, quite different from her typical dark hair. Wanda was the one who had made the makeover and according to the girls: she did an excellent job. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ And Wanda kept her brown hair but with bangs, making her look adorable and different. No one had recognized them until now, and if they did, they just smiled kindly and kept the secret to support them. They saved the world so many times, people saw that and cared for them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Did you get rejected again?” Y/N joked at Richard and he just shrugged. Wanda smiled - she knew Richard didn't stand a chance with Nat- and Jules just rolled her eyes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “She is hard to catch.” Richard got in his car and drove off. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The three arrived at the first trailer, while the other was a little further away, near the river. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Richard stopped by for some smooch or what?” Y/N joked, but Natasha just completely ignored it. Wanda just said a soft 'ew'. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Very funny… but seriously speaking, it's all done.” Nat showed them all the place, both trailers had a cozy bedroom, a bathroom, a nice sofa and TV, as well as a small kitchen. Everything was pretty cozy and good. “The idea would be that we live two in each trailers.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ They all agreed. Wanda walked through the trailer snooping around the kitchen area and the bedroom. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “The story, if the police come close - which I highly doubt - is that we are Aussies backpacking the world.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“It sounds pretty good.” Y/N nodded. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Looks good.” Wanda added. “Better than that small room in Budapest.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Good. Here are some important items, passports, weapons, some personal stuff you may need.” Nat took two of the bags and gave one to Y/N. “Wanda you coming with me, Jules and Y/N together.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N raised a brow. “That doesn’t sound safe, if they find us, you’re two Avengers with their faces on the magazines. They would recognize you instantly.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Y/N and me, you and Jules.” Wanda tried, trying to hide her intentions to spend more time with Y/N.

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They all looked at each other and then nodded, it didn't sound so bad.

“All that bloodshed, crimson clover. Uh huh, sweet dream was over. My hand was the one you reached for… All throughout the Great War...” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Her friend's voice made Y/N smile, Jules had a beautiful voice, so deep and so beautiful that she could send chills down your spine when she sang. Though she didn't do it much. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Come on, you can do it.” The currently blonde cheered her up. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The brunette closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and tried to think of some nice memory. Losing herself in that melancholic sensation and not letting be carried away by sadness, Y/N raised her hand and felt how the breeze hit her face. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The leaves of the trees on the ground began to swirl around them, nothing violent, like a slow dance. In perfect sync. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N smiled when she noticed how the leaves danced, some clouds formed over them but the inhuman dissipated them carefully. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “How does it feel?” Jules asked. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“It’s… it’s different. I feel everything, it’s like… when I’m angry the thunder-clouds talk to me, they beg me to let them rain. The power of the storm flows through my veins, my mind, it's part of me.” Y/N shrugged, few seconds later everything calmed down and the leaves fell to the ground. “That was good, right?”

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“Good? It was amazing! You are improving a lot... I’m proud of you!” Jules smiled proudly but couldn't help feeling a little sad, which her friend noticed.

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“You okay?” Y/N approached her.

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“I’m just… I used to be an agent, you know? I was good at it.” Jules swallowed, lowering her gaze somewhat sadly. “Now I'm afraid of... of not knowing what I am.”

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Feeling that you are different and starting to know yourself was something incredible, scary but incredible. But what happens when you don't know what you are? Or rather: what you can do.

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“What happens if I explode? What happens if... something catches fire because of me? What would happen if...? I don't know.” Jules panicked but Y/N rushed to hug her. “What if I hurt you all? Maybe I should go, be alone...”

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“That will not happen, everything will be fine. You won't hurt us, okay?” Y/N smiled tenderly and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “Soon you’ll know, when it is time, we will discover it together…”

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Jules didn't say anything, just seemed lost in fear and thoughts.

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“You with me?”

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“All the way.” The blonde smiled.

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Y/N nodded and took her arm so they could walk together down that path in the woods, coming back to the trailers.

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“So… You haven't talked to Wanda?” Jules smiles mischievously, biting her bottom lip.

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“Jules…”

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“I don’t know how to do it.” Y/N sighed, she felt too lost and confused. It was so much easier when Wanda was acting like a jerk, it made 'ignoring' her so much easier. “She wants to try or something, I don't know. Last time she told me that she was very sorry for everything she did.”

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The blonde sighed and shrugged. “Maybe…you should give it to her.”

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“You think so?” Y/N couldn't believe it, she had to stop to see her friend face to face. “You're the one who was mad at her the most. You wanted to kick her as soon as you found out.”

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“Well we all have our moments, don't we? Forgive and forget and all that shit.” Jules rolled her eyes. “Besides, I heard how every day she came to talk to you while we were locked up… Y/N, she loves you and she’s sorry.”

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“But-”

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“And you know what?” Jules stopped, being serious this time. What she wanted most in the world was for her best friend and sister to be happy. “We’re running across the world, as if we were the worst criminals on this planet. Don't you think you deserve a little rest? We can end up locked up in the middle of the ocean, it's time for you to live. Be with her.”

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“I’m scared.” Y/N shrugged and put her hands in the pockets of the hoodie. “What if she hurts me again? What if she walks away again and broke me again with her absence?”

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“What if it doesn't happen?” Jules arched an eyebrow, winning this battle.

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Y/N sighed in defeat. “Maybe…”

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“Besides that a little sex wouldn't hurt.” Jules teased and they both started walking, reaching the campsite soon.

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“Shut up.” Y/N giggled and pushed her.

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“Go, talk to her… she was in our trailer doing some stuff when I left. Meanwhile, I'll go to... to town to buy something, or the river. Just try not to blow the roof off my trailer when you reach an orgasm.” Jules teased one more time and moved away from her, patting Y/N’s shoulder.

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“Now?” Y/N panicked when she saw the trailer door open and heard how Wanda hummed a beautiful lullaby.

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“Now it sounds on time.” Jules turned to see her but kept walking backwards. “Remember that we do not have much life expectancy in this job.”

Y/N entered the trailer and watched as the brunette was humming and cooking something. She couldn't help but smile.

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Y/N laughed. “We just went for a walk for a while, to clear our minds.”

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“Today I was able to move the treetops a bit. Very slowly, without causing any trouble. No thunderstorms, no tornadoes, no hail. Just everything under control.” For the first time, she was glad to have some kind of control over her powers. It felt so good, she felt happy.

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“Really?” Wanda smiled widely. “Wow, Y/N, that’s so good.”

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“Thank you.” Y/N blushed and keep their hands in their pockets. Hoped Wanda wouldn't be able to hear her heart pound with her being so close.

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“At least this time I didn't make it rain when I'm feeling a little sad.” Y/N joked but recalled one of their most interesting moments there. “That would draw too much attention to us again, especially when the forecast says it will be just cloudy all week.”

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Wanda giggled. “Yeah, I'm sure Ross must have a whole team googling ‘weird weather stuff’ around the world.”

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“Maybe I should even be guilty of global warming!I bet you he'll tell that to the President!”

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They both laughed and it felt so warm, so good and familiar. They could finally share a personal moment together after so much.

Y/N stayed for a moment watching as Wanda cut some vegetables and dropped them into the pot, stirring it slowly. Making a delicious sauce for spaghetti.

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“I like how the bangs looks on you. It takes my breath away.” Y/N sighed. Wanda looked up quickly, the hope inside growing exponentially upon hearing that.

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“Do you think so?” Those hopeful green eyes sparkled.ㅤ

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“I love it, and your brown hair is... lovely.” Y/N walked over to her and stood by her side, tucking a strand of hair behind the ear.

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“Thank you.” The sokovian murmured, biting her lower lip. “I like how you look too.”

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“I did nothing.” Y/N looked at herself.

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“I know.”

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They both looked at each other without saying anything, just the exquisite tension that they missed so much.

Since they had been together, everything was so beautiful and different. So exciting and romantic enough to scare Wanda away completely and to hurt Y/N and keep distance from her.

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“Wanda?” Y/N whispered.

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Wanda swallowed, without breaking the connection between their gazes. “Yes, detka?”

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“I missed you.”

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Wanda smiled tenderly and happily. “I missed you too.”

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“You hurted me so bad.”

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Well, that had been as long as she could take. Wanda felt she couldn't climb too high as she was soon plummeting back down.

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“I know.” Wanda looked down.

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“No, no like that.” Y/N pursed her lips, it was time to drop everything once and for all to heal. “You said I wasn't THAT person you saw a future with, you didn't even know you'd be with me that long.”

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“I've said a lot of things, I know that! I was so scared, Y/N.” The brunette hugged herself. “You have no idea how scared it was to love you that way and... to feel that you loved me as much or more than I loved you. Cause I love you, so much you can't even imagine. But I felt… I felt small and scared of losing everything, that it was more than what I deserve. I was afraid that I wouldn't be enough for you, that I didn’t deserve you.”

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“We know that. And I forgive you...” Y/N sighed, she settled next to the redhead. “But if we want to move forward, we have to let go of everything that hurts us.”

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“Move forward…?” Wanda looked at her without understanding, and without wanting to get too excited for nothing.

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“I'm sorry I asked you to marry me, maybe it was too soon.”

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“No! No… It wasn't... I was just afraid, I lost everything, my family, my country, and then I have you and... I was terrified of losing you. Watching you die like everyone around me.”

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Y/N took her hand to gently caress Wanda's cheek. “You won't lose me.”

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Wanda blinked in disbelief, this was what she expected. “Is… Is this a… are we?”

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“I don’t know yet…” The taller woman narrowed her eyes playfully. “Let's go slowly, if that's alright with you.”

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Y/N was encouraged to go further and hugged Wanda’s waist who, instantly upon feeling her touch, clung to her. It didn't take long for them to kiss again, to join once more in a caress that they had been waiting for so long.

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Wanda was lost in Y/N's soft lips, in that familiar and pleasant warmth. Her belly was so warm, screaming that she was completely in love with Y/N.

There was no case, no matter how long she refused to accept it, she was in love. Wanda Maximoff is in love.

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“How about we... have a date.” She sighed once they broke away from the kiss, smiling so excited.

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Y/N chuckled, she didn’t allow herself to let go of her waist. “Oh, Wands... I think we've been through more than one date, don't you?”

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“I know, but... now we're getting to know each other again, and everything has changed so much.” Wanda took courage, defeating all the nerves she felt. “Would you come on a date with me?”

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Waiting for a while, enjoying that, Y/N nodded before pecking those lips. “Of course.”

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And while they tried to make their first date special, it didn't take long for them to end up in the huge bed in Wanda's room. Naked bodies finding each other under the soft sheets.

Y/N's lips ran down the back of her beloved, so slowly, little by little, discovering her once again. Making each other their own, complementing each other perfectly.

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The smiles were not lacking, the words of love and eternal promises. Wanda kissed Y/N’s hand when they intertwined their fingers, after making love all night.

Of course this was going to work, this time, nothing was going to stop them.

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“We still have to go on a second date, okay?” Y/N laughed when Wanda bit her naked shoulder and kept kissing her arm and chest.

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“All the dates you want… as long as they don't find out about us.”

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“Do you know something? Maybe I’m selfish but… I like this moment, together. Just us.” Wanda snuggled up against her girlfriend. “Without a huge noisy city and problems to solve like Avengers…. Is that selfish?”

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“No, it’s not, my love. And if it was…” She took a moment to admire her body. “It's not bad to be selfish sometimes, you know? It makes us human.

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“Sorry, I had to go inside because it's late and so fucking cold outside.” Jules got into the trailer trying to warm her hands, rubbing them together. “In my trailer there are two lovebirds loving each other non-stop.”

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Natasha -who was eating something on the sofa in front of the tv- looked at her in confusion, not sure if it was because of what she said or because Jules had walked in.

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“Oh.” Nat nodded. “I'm glad they fixed it.”

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“Yeah.” Jules walked over and sat in one of the chairs, taking off her coat. The place was much warmer than outside. Natasha took one of her beer bottles and held it out to her. “Oh, you watching Bond? Nice.”

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“Yep.” Nat didn't take her eyes off the TV, lost in the dialogues she knew by heart.

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“Moonraker? Do you like Moonraker?” Jules smiled curiously, but Natasha quickly turned a bit annoyed.

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“Yeah, why? Will you also tell me that it is crap and that others are better?” The redhead raised an eyebrow.

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“No, I like it too. Besides to 'The spy who loved me'.” Jules shrugged and settled back to keep watching the movie, not realizing that the russian's gaze was still on her. “I didn't know you liked James Bond movies, guess it's something between spies...”

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“Kinda.” Natasha's serious face softened, perhaps she was too tough at times to let anyone else into her life. Yelena did it since they were kids, but Clint had given her the chance to be friends, something impossible for her.

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When she joined the Avengers, her heart opened up a little more to that complex 'family'. But after that, she hadn't allowed herself to love or accept anyone else.

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‘You're not a sportsman, Mr. Bond. Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python?’

‘Because I discovered he had a crush on me.’

‘Moonraker 1 on preset launch program...’

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“I like how your hair looks on you.” The redhead said without further ado, almost like a whisper. She remembered the time where Jules and Y/N had been locked up, how guilt devoured painfully her all those weeks.

Natasha had broken many hearts in her life, but she had never been so sorry for one of them before.

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“Yeah, imagine if I were bald!” Jules teased.

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“No, I mean it. The blonde…” She swallowed, leaving a small door open in that gesture. And Jules took it, putting the film aside for a moment to watch Nat. ㅤㅤㅤ “Thank you.”

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Green and light brown met. Again, this one looks different.

It wasn't at a Stark party where flirting was normal, or somewhere in hiding to make out and then pretend nothing happened.

This was sharing.

ㅤㅤㅤ “What's that? jam?” Jules took that little jar and spoon from Nat’s hand, taking a good taste of that delicious jelly or whatever she thought it was. It was so salty, clearly it wasn't jam, Jules made a disgusted face and dropped the jar in the trash. “Natasha, what the fuck?”

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“Hey!” Nat complained, looking at the trash can. “That’s a good caviar!”

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“Jeez, couldn't you buy some chips or something?” She tried to wipe the taste from her mouth and wrinkled her nose. “Ugh…”

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“No, because I thought I was going to watch my fucking movie alone. Eating my caviar.” Natasha huffed. “And don't pretend, you know it didn't taste so bad.”

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“Y/N always buy chips.” Jules whispered mischievously, noticing how Nat turned to see her somewhat interested in that information. “And I don't think she'll come back, right?”

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Natasha smirked. “I don't think so.”

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Jules chuckled and got up to grab some chips from Y/N's cabinet. She tossed one to Nat who quickly caught it. Both were lost in the movie for a while until one of the two broke the silence.

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Nat whispered. “I know we haven't talked much since you… you know.”

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“Since I called you heartless bitch?” The blonde muttered as she ate some nachos.

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Nat smiled a little amused. “In fact you called me ‘The bitch with a selective heart’.”

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“Oh, yeah, I remember.” Jules smiled proudly, taking a sip of the beer.

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“You and I were never able to talk about everything that happened, Julia.” The spy knew the effect it had when she called her by that name.

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“One, don’t call me Julia. Two, kind of hard when you spend time locked in a rock and then run around hiding from some governments.” The brown-eyed woman teased but never took her eyes off the tv.

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“You loved me.” Nat finally said, swallowing, saying it out loud was very different. “That night you said that you loved me.”

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“It's in the past.” Jules avoided looking at her, opening another bag of chips.

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The russian tilted her head. “Is it?”

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“What do you want me to say, Natasha?” Jules snapped, staring at her now. “That I HAD feelings for you? That I cried like a fucking teenager and that turns my stomach just remembering it? Want me to say that I fall in love with you? That I loved you?”

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Jules let out a sad giggle.

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“Yeah, I did. I never felt so humiliated when you slept with another agent after that.” Jules stared into Natasha's green eyes, losing herself in them but not in the same way as before. “and every time I remember… Every time I remember what I told you, and how you humiliated me for that, makes me want to hit myself so bad.”

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“I’m sorry.” Natasha genuinely apologized, feeling so much guilt inside. She didn't understand what was the desire to cry that she felt lately, a loneliness that she appreciated before and now drowned her. “I know I was harsh…”

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“That wasn’t being harsh, that was being an asshole. Punishing me in front of my teammates to make a point.” Jules swallowed, feeling the bitterness.

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“I wasn't ready. I was taught that love is for children.”

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The blonde sighed and shook her head, completely defeated. “Well, there's no point in debating that anymore, is there, honey?”

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Those words made Nat swallow, what was that feeling of sadness? Rejection perhaps?

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“We are no longer the same.” Jules drank some beer before keep going, licking her lips. “We're two... ex-agents on the run. Besides that now I am a freak with powers that I still don't know, and I don't know how to control.”

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Nat watched her with tenderness and perhaps some concern. “You’re not a freak.”

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“Anyway...” Jules sighed. “At least I can say that I fell in love once. And with the amazing ‘Black Widow’, at least I won't be the only one.”

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The girl smiled and brought her beer closer to clink it against Nat's.

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“I don't feel very amazing right now.” Natasha bit her bottom lip.

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Jules saw a certain sadness in those green eyes, knew instantly what she meant. “It's not your fault. We'll go get Yelena and everybody, soon.”

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She took the spy's hand and squeezed it. ㅤㅤㅤ

“We just have to wait to get everything, the Quinjet and... we can go, I know.”

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They both smiled tenderly, it was time to support each other.

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“Why did you stop loving me?”

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Jules dropped her head back on the sofa, here we go again. “There's no point in talking about it, Romanoff.”

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“Maybe I do want to talk about it now.”

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“Oh, now is a good time to talk about it?” Jules perhaps said something sarcastic and harsh, but hearing herself that way made her feel bad, she sighed and tried to calm down. “It's pointless now, Nat.”

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“Why not?”

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“Because there's no point in loving someone who can't love you.”

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“Because I'm a heartless bitch, right?”

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“No, because I'm not enough for you!” Jules exploded and then got up from the couch. “I am not enough and I never will be, you told me that. And I don't understand why you make me relive it now! Again!”

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Natasha looked at her worriedly, noticing the girl's eyes fill with tears.

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“I'm fine, trying to move on. Maybe one day I'll meet a pretty girl, I don't know, who loves me as I am and for what I am. And I will stop being in love with an impossible crush like you.” She inhaled deeply trying not to cry this time. “We can be friends.”

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Natasha frowned and stood up to face her. “I don't want that.”

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“Okay, teammates at least.”

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Nat was a little nervous for not knowing how to express herself. “No, I don’t mean that. I mean, I want to be something else.”

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Jules frowned, trying to see the catch. “Why now?”

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“Why not?”

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“Is it because I'm your only option since we're running away?” ㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha chuckled wryly. “Do you think that would stop me? I lived as a spy, I had many lives before I was Natasha Romanoff."

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“Oh cool, the woman of many lives.” Jules rolled her eyes.

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“You've been spellbound with me for months, looking for an opportunity. You have it now, why don't you want it?” Nat couldn't understand what had changed in Jules’s heart this time. “Why don’t you want me?”

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“Because I'm better than this.” Jules said those words as if trying to believe it for the first time in her life. “I'm better than ‘something to settle for and that's it’.”

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“But I like you.”

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She sighed. “I know, Nat, we fucked many times.”

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“No, you moron.” Nat smiled and shook her head. “I think I'm falling in love with you, for a long time.”

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"And I don't know how to do it, I was never in love. I've always been in control of myself and my feelings, and now… I don't know how to do it when you're here."

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Those words made Natasha sigh deeply, finally releasing one of the most powerful sentences of her life. And it felt good, pretty good. Finally.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Unlike Jules, who looked like a huge bucket of cold water had been dropped on her. Completely shocked.

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“Oh no.” The blonde mumbled. “Really?”

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“Aren't you happy with that? I thought you would be.” Natasha frowned in amusement, stretching out her hand to take the girl's and they both sat down on the sofa again, sharing the blanket.

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“I know, it's just… I-I never thought that would happen.” Jules swallowed, feeling her heart start beating faster than ever. “What are we going to do?”

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“We can go slow too.” Natasha offered, trying to look sure and confident, but inside her an endless number of flying things stirring anxiously. It felt so strange and charming for the first time.

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“We can watch the movie.” Jules said barely, with a small smile on her lips and a special sparkle in her eyes.

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“We can do that.” Nat smiled one more time.

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They both stayed together, watching the movie. Without realizing it, Jules laid her head on the redhead's shoulder and everything felt good, for both of them.

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Both hearts beat fast, this time not because of sex but because of the closeness. And without realizing it, around that place some beautiful daisies grew quickly, under the moonlight. Something magic.

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But unlike the other two, going slow was not the idea at all. Since that night, Wanda and Y/N hadn’t separated again.

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Of course, although Y/N spent a lot of time in Wanda's trailer, sometimes Jules kicked her out so she could rest one night on her own bed.

After sharing a delicious stew and a last dinner in that place they considered their home for a while, they were ready to move on with their plans.

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In the distance, over the mountains, one of the most beautiful northern lights could be seen. An incredibly unique event.

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“What do we have?” Nat asked as she drank some of her beer, the four of them were around a nice bonfire under the moonlight.

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“Underwater prison, prisoners have no contact with the outside world, and they never return to it.” Y/N stroked the bridge of her nose. “I spoke with a former S.H.I.E.L.D. The place is guarded by US Marshasls. It's not impossible but not easy either.”

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“That place is for maniacs, it's a place for…” Natasha seemed quite worried.

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“Criminals.” Wanda finished the sentence, looking at the fire. The reflection from the campfire making her eyes look even more beautiful.

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“Our source said that Clint and Ant-dude made a deal, as long as they both retire.” Jules took a sip of the beer.

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Natasha nodded, at least Clint was safe. He had a family, he couldn't lose everything.

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“Steve will join us in Dublin.” Nat watched the three of them, handing them new long range earpieces. “You'll take out the Marshall's while we entertain Ross with a show of 'Rogers gives himself up'.”

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“And then?” Wanda asked what everyone was thinking at that moment. “After that, what are we going to do?

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“Flee, possibly continue to live as nomads.” Y/N grimaced, pushing some wood towards the fire. “They will come back to look for us, maybe more than before.”

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“So…” Jules sighed and raised her beer, toasting. “Let's get them out of there.”

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“To them.”

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"To family."

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They all toasted their friends and enjoyed that drink of beer. It was their last night there, and they had to be strong because the next day, everything was going to change. Forever.

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And things changed, quite a lot. Together with Steve, they all managed to get all their friends out of the Raft alive.

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They began to live as nomads, from one place to another without finding a home. By carrying out the missions and taking care of things that the governments didn't do, they took justice into their own hands.

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Because even though S.H.I.E.L.D fell and the Avengers were done, it didn't mean the cause was lost.

Things with Wanda improved a lot, although sometimes being together was difficult when you were hiding. Romantic getaways are rare, but at least they were together.

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For example, the time they visited Rome momentarily, they took the opportunity to escape together.

Wanda took advantage of every moment to make Y/N fall in love again, even though Y/N was afraid. And Y/N took advantage to make each moment unique. Also that sex was so much more interesting when you are one of the most wanted women in the world.

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Y/N was controlling her powers so much better, understanding them more instead of repressing them. Wanda taught her a lot about it, reminding that fear was only going to make everything worse.

ㅤㅤㅤ When the day was sunny, she felt an enormous peace and a warmth that filled her with vigor.

When the day was rainy, she would rejoiced into the comfort and happiness. Feeling how the rain wrapped her in a fresh embrace, renewing her.

When there was a storm, she felt her blood pumping hard and her heart pounding fast. Feeling this unique adrenaline rush, Y/N felt complete and powerful. Lightning streaking across the sky, thunder making the earth tremble.

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A wide smile formed on her lips. She felt complete.

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And Wanda felt enormous happiness to see Y/N accept and understand herself.

Since she left Y/N that time, Wanda hadn't been the same, but now that they given themselves a chance together, Wanda felt like she was living again. A new opportunity that she wasn’t going to waste, ever again.

And they all saw it, they all saw again how in love they were. Not just Y/N this time, both.

Until one night, everything drastically changed. New York had been attacked again, and Earth just lost her best defenders.

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Wanda and Y/N were on a little romantic getaway on Scotland when they found out about this, while Natasha, Steve, Jules, and Sam watched the whole thing on tv.

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Without hesitation, they all jumped into the quinjet as fast as they could to head to the Compound, where they were greeted by James Rhodes and Bruce Banner.

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“The world's on fire.” Those were the exact words of Y/N when she saw the videos on the screens, over and over again. The attack on New York, the day Tony and Spider-man were gone.

Thanos's ships were outside the stratosphere awaiting orders.

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She reached for Wanda's hand to intertwine their fingers, sharing the same look of concern. This could be the end of everything, but they would be together until the end. ㅤㅤㅤ

“We can do this.” Wanda whispered and leaned her head on Y/N's shoulder, as they waited for the Quinjet to land in wakanda. If a battle did take place, it would be ideal to do it where they the local advantage.

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“We can do this.” Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath.

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“I love you, detka... This is forever.” ㅤㅤㅤ

“I love you, Wands.”

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"When we get back… do you think…" Wanda bit her lower lip, a little nervous. “Do you think we could do…?”

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Y/N frowned blankly. “What?”

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“Marry me.”

ㅤㅤㅤ That left Y/N speechless, she tried to search Wanda's gaze for some sign that it was a joke or that it was just part of the despair of the moment, but she could only see love on her girlfriend's look. Just that, just love. Right time, the right place.

ㅤㅤㅤ “Wands…”

ㅤㅤㅤ "Please, detka." Wanda sighed, wishing with all her heart that Y/N would say yes. "Marry me."

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The sokovian took her girlfriend's hand. “This time is different… Y/N, I can't see a life without you. Let's get married."

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Y/N just stays silent for a moment, looking at her. And a smile begins to slowly appear on her lips.

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“Yeah.”

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Wanda smiled feeling the tears forming in her eyes. "Is it a yes?"

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“It’s a hell yeah! Let's get married, girl.”

ㅤㅤㅤ They both giggled and hugged each other tightly, before sealing that pact with a deep, passionate and needy kiss of love. Now all they need to do was survive the great war. ㅤㅤㅤ

Meanwhile, in the control cabin of the quinjet were those two women about to land in Wakanda, they only needed the coordinates that Steve was giving them and they would go through the shield that protected that sacred place. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Always remember we’re burned for better. I vowed I would always be yours… If we survived the Great War.” Jules sang to herself, remembering that beautiful song.

ㅤㅤㅤ Nat cocked her head to look at her with tenderness. “Jules?”

ㅤㅤㅤ “Yeah?”

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Of endless words that she wanted to say, after being together for some time, the spy just tried her best: “You’re a good co-pilot.”

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Jules chuckled, pressing a few buttons on the panel.

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“Thanks, I worked my ass off on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy just to hear that.” The blonde joked, while making sure everything was alright. She turned to see Nat for a moment. “You okay?”

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“t's funny...” Nat cleared her throat. “My whole life, I didn't think I had any family. Turns out I got two, so... one of them's a bit of a mess right now.”

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“It'll all work out, Nat.” Jules sighed and reached out to squeeze her hand gently. “We will do it together.”

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Smiling and nodding solemnly, Natasha trusted her girl's words.

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Of course they hadn't given her any official name to this ‘thing’ yet, not even a relationship, they hadn't even told each other how much they loved each other. But everyone knew it, even Yelena who saw them from afar and couldn't help but say "ew", making everyone laugh. But of course, inside was so happy for her big sister.

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And although they tried to be brave, they gave everything of themselves in that battle. They fought against huge hordes of aliens, a genetically engineered race of extraterrestrial creatures, so awful and agressive.

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“This is it, right?” Jules said feeling like she was out of breath when she saw how those creatures charged against them. “The great war.”

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“Whatever happens, please, stay with me.” Y/N whispered, looking at Natasha, Yelena and Jules. They gave themselves the strength to start with this. Wanda was taking care that Vision was safe, that the universe was safe depended on. Although all she could think about was y/n, hoping she was safe.

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There wasn't much to say other than that it was one of the toughest battles of their lives. All the defenders of that Earth, fighting to make it survive another day.

Y/N took advantage of her powers to kill all the aliens she could, of course not too much because could get out of control and hurt everybody. She rose up, flying and smashed as many as she could with lightning and hurricanes. Fury and storm.

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Jules did the same although she still tried her best being a simple agent with weapons and shield making a wonderful team with Natasha.

She hadn't discovered her abilities yet, but one day, she would.

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“Fall back! Fall back, now!” Y/N exclaimed trying to make the Wakandans in front of her move away, watching as those huge bladed wheel-like were heading towards her and the Wakandans. “Guys, we got a situation here. I can’t stop-”

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“On my way.” Wanda spoke through the earpiece and got ready to go to help her, when something hit her with enormous strength. ㅤㅤㅤ

“She'll die alone.” Proxima threatened her, hitting Wanda with the grip of the sword hard enough to leave the sokovian crawling on the ground. "As will you."

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“She's not alone.” Natasha's sassy voice made Proxima turn to look at her. Natasha was on one side and Yelena on the other, raising her Widow's batons, ready to start the battle.

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Everything seemed to go on their side, the battle was favorable for the Avengers until a portal opened, letting that fearsome villain through.

And as they could, each one of them faced the mad titan in the way they could to prevent him from reaching Wanda and Vision. And each one of them was defeated, since he wore the gauntlet.

Steve. Bucky. Sam. T'Challa. The Hulk. Each and every one of them fell.

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Y/N stepped in the way and caused one of the most powerful thunders to strike on him, but the titan used the reality stone to prevent her from doing it again. Y/N was punched badly, her nose was broken and blood dripped from it and her lips.

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She tried again but Thanos threw her against some rocks.

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Jules tried to get in the way too, gritting teeth and trying her best, drawing a strength that she didn't know where it came from, she managed to make the earth shake, huge roots come out of the ground and catch him. But the Titan was stronger than that. He broke free and got rid of her too, as well as Yelena and Natasha.

They all fell and when he got the gem, that terrifying snap made everything change.

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“Where'd he go?”

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“Steve?” Bucky muttered before falling apart and turning to ashes. Desperate, everyone looked around them to see if their friends were okay.

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“Wanda?” Y/N murmured and ran towards her beloved, who was on the ground crying. “My love, come on.”

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She knelt down beside the sokovian to help her up, but seconds after taking Wanda’s hand, it began to disappear. “Wanda, no,no, no, no.”

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Wanda looked up to see the love of her life one more time, those huge green eyes full of pain, sadness and love saw looked at her for the last time. “I love you, detka.”

ㅤㅤ And she disappeared, just like that, in her arms. Y/N she burst into tears, shocked, terrified to see how the love of her life left her forever.

Y/N searched around as if trying to find her but everything was ashes, just ashes, and anguish everywhere. Crying impossible to contain, uncertainty and pain.

ㅤㅤ “Nat?” Jules whimpered reaching out her hand to hold Natasha's, who looked at her with a tender look. Natasha Romanoff turned to ashes along with everyone else. “NATASHA!” she yelled.

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“Sestra?! SESTRA, WHERE ARE YOU?” Yelena also screamed through the forest, looking for the redhead, trying that whistle but never received an answer.

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They got up to help those who were left, completely devastated by the loss.

Today the universe lost its greatest protectors, and half of its population.

Sighing heavily, Y/N stared at the screen once the meeting ended. She had been in contact with the remaining Avengers, who were at least trying to keep this world upright.

Steve was on an important mission, so it was their turn to take care of the Compound.

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“Where are you?” Y/N asked Rhodey, who had stayed on the line after everyone hung up.

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“Mexico.” Rhodes sighed tiredly. “The Federales found a room full of bodies… Looks like a bunch of cartel guys, never even had a chance to get their guns off.”

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The inhuman leaned back in her chair, exhausted. “It's probably a rival gang.”

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“Except it isn't.” Rhodes shook his head, knowing that Y/N would have a hard time accepting the truth but she had to. “It's definitely Julia.”

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Y/N swallowed, feeling her eyes fill with tears but she couldn't show weakness.

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“What she's done here... Y/N, what she's been doing for the last few years…” Rhodey felt enormous sadness for them, but Y/N had to understand what Jules had become. “She calls herself an 'eco-terrorist'. I mean, the scene that she left…” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Call me when you have more information and please…” Y/N was blunt. “Do not engage, just call me. I'm the only one who can stop her.”

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Rhodey nodded and his hologram disappeared. Y/N breathed shakily, tried to stay calm. A cool breeze made the treetops move slightly.

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“Easy, today's forecast does not say that there will be storms.” Her friend's hoarse voice brought her back to reality, Yelena approached her with two bowls of mac & cheese.

Sadness was reflected in those gloomy eyes, but the widow kept standing.

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“Eat, please.” The blonde told her with that thick accent, putting the bowl in front of her and sitting next to Y/N, putting some hot sauce on hers. “That is my favorite.”

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“Thank you.” Y/N sniffled.

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“Are you okay, Y/N/N?”

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“I'm just worried about her.” Y/N swallowed and wiped the tears from her eyes. “She's taking a rocky path to come back from.”

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Yelena sighed and took her hand, trying to support her in this. They had spent years side by side, trying to get over the loss and the pain. “You know it could have been me, If it weren't for you, I would be with her.”

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“But you didn’t.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"I decided to go back, she decided to stay."

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Y/N felt hurt by Jules, but above all, she felt her absence. Y/N understood her more than anyone, but it hurts. “I feel like I have failed her.”

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“She lost everything, Y/N/N.”

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“But not us.” Y/N cleared her throat, eating some mac and cheese.

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Touché. That was true.

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“And we'll let her know she won't lose us when she decides to come back.” The widow sighed, changing the subject to a less sad and more interesting one. For example: what was it like to receive e-mails from a raccoon?

ㅤㅤPart II is going to be the finale...

So you sure want to kill me. But I'll tell you: don't do it, you need to know how it ends, right? This is not the same as the movies, so... pretty much wild. Thank you for reading me and for waiting for me with this story, it means a lot that you have come this far. 🌼🐻

here goes some amazing and lovely people tags ✨ : @wandsmxmff, lonewalker17, tsmeanobody, dark-hunter16, lattayhottay16, natashaswifeu, silverockmusic, kacka84, emeraldevan! @sunsol-22 @dparker0 Thank you for reading me and leaving your beautiful and quite empowering comments!

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader

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recreationalfanfics · 2 years

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Hi! How are you? Can I request Buddha, Thor, Poseidon headcanons where reader loves to play the guitar or piano and their singing voice is angelic? :)

I KNOW YOU ASKED FOR POSEIDON AND I APOLOGIZE, but I am kinda getting sick of writing for him lol but REGARDLESS, I STILL HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE AND I'M SORRY THEY TOOK SO LONG-

Buddha:

- Buddha loves having you play for him while he naps and chills. Like, he's napping under his tree and you're singing and strumming and he subtly opens one of his eyes to look at you.

- BECAUSE LET'S BE HONEST, HE IS WHIPPED and he just smiles at how peaceful and gorgeous you look as you play so elegantly or as you sing so heavenly. It highkey makes his heart flutter when you do it for him ngl.

- Culturally, from what I've read so feel free to correct me, buddhist monks are only limited to playing only certain instruments so he's also very curious about your guitar since he never has heard anything like it and so he will ask you a lot of questions and hopefully he doesn't annoy you with them.

- He does like the piano too, just, the way you sit so elegantly as you play and the melodies that you play absolutely just leave him hypnotized. Like, he's staring at you with the most adoring and admiring look ever.

- NO, BECAUSE IF YOU WRITE HIM A LOVE SONG OR TRY TO SERENADE HIM, HE WILL FOLD IMMEDIATELY. THAT WOULD LITERALLY MAKE HIM JUST SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY AND YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO WIPE OFF THE SMILE HE HAS ON HIS FACE FOR W E E K S.

Thor:

- Tbh, Thor may not look like he enjoys or cares about you playing but TRUST ME WHEN I TELL YOU THAT HE DOES, HE REALLY DOES. Like he can be on the other side of heaven and the moment you pluck the strings on your guitar or press a key on your piano, he is right there next to you ready to hear you play.

- Wants to try it out but he's worried that he'll break your instruments, after all. But, like if you decide to put your hands on his and guide them, he'd genuinely enjoy that because as helpful as it is, he loves any affection that you give him.

- Has you play at different Asgardian functions, if someone scoffs at you and your music because you're a human or for some other reason, Thor will wait until your done before turning around and punching them in the face. He'd hate to distract your amazing performance after all♡

- NO BUT WHEN HE'S HEALING FROM HIS FIGHT, PLEASE STAY AT HIS SIDE AND SING FOR HIM. He claims that hearing your voice makes the pain go away or hurt just a little less because, well, your voice is simply divine and it makes him happy.

- IF YOU WROTE A LOVE SONG OR MADE HIM A SONG ON GUITAR OR PIANO, HE'D BE A BIT OF A FLUSTERED MESS. He knows that he isn't the most expressive lover and he worries that you'll lose interest in him because of his stoicism so if you do, HE WILL LITERALLY SMILE AND SHYLY BRUSH A STAND OF HAIR FROM HIS HEAD BUT STILL WATCH YOU CAREFULLY WITH THE KINDEST AND MOST LOVING GAZE HE CAN MUSTER.

#record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv x reader #ror buddha x reader #snv buddha x reader #buddha x reader #ror thor x reader #snv thor x reader #Thor ror #thor snv

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 2 years

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It's time they knew (Tobin Heath x Reader)

Based on this request. I'm sorry for how long this has taken me to finish, but I hope you like it!

I'm slowly working my way through my requests. Things might take a little while now that I'm studying for the next couple of months and it's getting closer to winter which is the busy season at work. Please bear with me!

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Tobin and I were kicking the ball around as I told her about my plans to reveal my identity. I was predominately a soccer player, but I was also a singer. No one knew who I was, no one knew I was the person behind anónima. We did songs ranging from pop to country, millions of people followed us, came to our concerts and bought our music, but no one knew who I was, who my band was. It had started as a way to put my music out there without drawing attention because I had massive stage fright. However, I was starting to entertain the idea of revealing who I was.

"Are you sure about this baby? It's going to bring a lot of attention."

"I think so, I mean I already get attention and I'll get even more once I start with the team and when we go public. It feels like it's time, but I'll decide for sure tomorrow."

"Whatever you decide, I'll support you 100%. Can I bring the team? I know you're starting with us next week, but I would love for them to finally meet you as my girlfriend. If you decided to reveal yourself that it. Also they love you."

"Of course you can Toby. I would love to finally meet the team properly." Due to mostly playing internationally and only recently deciding to return to the US, I hadn't been called up until now. Not that I really minded too much, I was only 26, there would be the opportunity for plenty more camps in my career. It did mean I hadn't really met any of the national team. I guess it would be good to meet them before camp.

My concerts had always worked on a trust sort of system. I didn't wear a mask or anything. The stage was dark, only just light enough that my band could see, but no one could see them. I stood at the back, away from the light. All it would take was a torch or light source to reveal our identities. Over the years I had gotten more comfortable on a stage and with my fans. Moving around and interacting with them more. I still hadn't decided if I was going to reveal myself, but the stage crew knew that if I moved to a certain point on the stage then they would turn the lights on. Of course I had also discussed it with my band since they weren't known either. They had left it up to me to decide which made it even harder.

As I sung the first couple of songs, I watched the crowd dance and sing along. Seeing the happiness on peoples faces and knowing it was because of us was my favourite part of concerts. I found myself wishing I could join in dancing around and interacting with them more, instead of trying to stay in an area they wouldn't see me.

Once the song ended, I spoke up, "Let's talk for a minute. I wanted to thank each and everyone of you for coming out and supporting us even though you have no idea who we are. None of this would have happened without you guys. So, as a way of thanking you, here's a new song I've been working on."

I always thought I'd be a rambling girl Living in the moment, never making plans Finding love was just a dream I was having Written in the movies, never thought it would happen

I try to fill my loneliness with whiskey And empty nights with different girls that never missed me Funny how when you least expect it Everything can change

Baby, it's you I've been looking for I knew right from the second you came walking through that door It feels so right when you're in my arms Darling, it's you I've been looking for

During the brief instrumental, I took a deep breath, moving forward on the stage. As I started singing the next line the stage lit up, cheers and screams louder than I had ever heard filled the stadium.

You know I love it when your hair's a mess The way you shine when you wear that dress Girl, I don't think that you understand You make me a better person

Baby, it's you I've been looking for I knew right from the second you came walking through that door It feels so right when you're in my arms Darling, it's you I've been looking for

Just like blue on the sea Our love won't fade, it's evergreen Girl, the best part of me Is you

My attention was solely on Tobin as I sung the last verse. None of this would be happening if it wasn't for her. My first concert would never have happened without her encouragement and support. The many nights spent with her sitting quietly beside me as I wrote new songs because she knew it helped calm my mind enough to let my ideas flow. She had been by my side through it all, without hesitation or judgement.

Baby, it's you I've been looking for I knew right from the second you came walking through that door It feels so right when you're in my arms Darling, it's you I've been looking for I sat down on the edge of the stage, taking a moment to compose myself as the cheering started to die down. "Surprise! That happened. Honestly, I was kind of torn about doing this. The secrecy behind it makes it fun, it keeps things interesting, but I also wanted to do something to thank you for the unwavering support I receive. Enough of my droning on though, I think it's time to introduce myself. I'm Y/n, behind me I have my amazing band. Guys, give a wave with your name so they know who you are. We've got Jason, Mason, yes they're twins, last but not least we have Abby. Thank you for coming to our show. Stick around because we're just getting started."

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The show had ended a little while ago. The band and I had finished our post show debrief and showers. They had gone to pack up their gear while I waited for Tobin. She was going to wait for the crowd to calm down before making her way out the back with the team. I had played with or met a few of them through club matches in the limited time I played in the states, but a lot of my professional career was international.

Before my nerves could grow any further, voices from down the hall caught my attention, "Tobin what's going on? I don't think we're allowed back here."

"Just wait and see."

I laughed to myself at the irritation lacing Tobin's voice before the nerves started rising again. I could sing in front of thousands of people without worrying, but I was terrified to meet them. They were important to her, they were going to be my team soon and I wanted to make a good impression. I took a deep breath, before putting on a smile as the numerous girls walked through the door, most of them freezing when they saw me.

Tobin wrapped her arms around me, placing a kiss on my lower neck, "You did amazing, I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you my love."

"Wha-" One of the girls started but cut herself off. I chuckled quietly, pulling away from Tobin.

Christen hugged me quickly. With her being Tobin's bestfriend, I had met her pretty early on in our relationship. We got along great, but she also didn't know about my singing career, "Well this is a surprise."

"Yeeah, sorry I didn't tell you soon-"

"You don't need to apologise Y/n. I get it."

I was reminded of the people behind me when the sound of slapping started. Many of the girls still looked stunned, while a few of them were hitting each other and pointing at me. It was actually quite entertaining, but I decided to speak up and put them out of their misery, "Hey, I'm Y/n."

"Don't just stand there, introduce yourselves." Tobin spoke up making some of the girls snap out of it and introduce themselves one at a time. Then they launched into multiple different questions, "Slow down, you'll be seeing Y/n often. You don't have to ask a million questions right now."

"Wait what? How? Why?'

"Y/n is my girlfriend and she's the newest addition to the team as of next week."

"She is?" Emily asked still looking like a deer in headlights, "You're a soccer player?"

"Yes."

"You've known who she is and you didn't tell us? We talk about her all the time."

Tobin shrugged, arm wrapping around my waist, "It wasn't my place to tell you who she was. I know you love her music, but just remember Y/n will be your teammate and friend, don't just treat her like the singer you love."

"We will, it's great to meet you Y/n. Although I think we've played against each other a couple of times."

"You too Ali. I'm pretty sure we have, quite a few years ago now."

We talked for a while. The girls getting all the questions they had about me as a singer before moving on to questions about Tobin and I, my soccer career and anything else they could think of. I was a bit surprised how fast they went from being amazed at meeting me to just treating me like someone on the team. Honestly, it was a relief. I had been worried about how they would react and treat me if they knew who I was. I guess that was another thing I should be thanking Tobin for. The band had come and talked with us for a while before we all parted ways. There was only so much social interaction I could handle. With the show and meeting the team, I was exhausted.

I crawled into bed as soon as we got back to our apartment while Tobin went to shower. Arms wrapped around me from behind as I was on the verge of sleep. "I'd say that went pretty well."

All I could do was mumble out a 'it did' before pulling Tobin closer. I could feel Tobin laughing as she placed a kiss on my cheek, "I love you baby."

#uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #tobin heath x reader #tobin heath imagine #tobin heath

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rudytubooty2107 · 7 months

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What would you tell your 10-year-old self?

I was recently asked this question and I feel as if you already know exactly what I would say. I would sat absolutely nothing to my younger self. To be more specific, I wouldn't even approach my younger self out of fear for my presence would unintentionally harm my current self.

Allow me to explain myself on my reasonings for these actions I've decided to take with my past self, and why it would harm my present self. You see, I've been through a lot in my life. There have been so many things that have made my life a living hell if I had to be honest. I have been backstabbed, betrayed, thrown under the bus, left behind, and so many more things that I just can't explain. Mostly because it would take way too long to explain all of this is just one go. If I had to be honest, I could make several books with all these horrible things that have happened to me. And as much as it may seem like my life is complete shit, there is more to this than it may sound like. There's a song I love I heard when I was about the age of 10 that I hold very deep to my heart, it was called Live And Learn by Crush40. Just the name of the song should say more than enough for you to understand where I'm trying to go with this. As terrible as these things were, I learned a lot from all of these things that have happened to me. I know its very fucked up, and there's no other way to put it, but when life gives you lemons do whatever the fuck you want to do with them lemons. As long as you don't do the same thing you did before.

But there's not just the horrible things that keeps me from even approaching my younger self. Believe it or not, I have lived a great life full of plenty of beautifully wonderful people, places, and things. To be honest, I've met and talked to people who wished they could have lived the life that I'm currently living right now. I won't lie when I say that some of the things that I've done aren't things that I could really say on this platform without getting either reported or banned for life. Mind you, there not bad things, or even illegal (maybe), they were really fun and exciting. It's just they're not very appropriate to put on here. Regardless of that, I've had a lot of fun in my life. I've seen so many things that my younger self could've never dreamed of being able to see or be apart of. If anything, he'd be so jealous that he'd hope to never do anything that would ruin the chance of him doing everything that I've done to bring him to where I am right now.

The point is, I would never wish to change anything. I would rather going through hell and back again then to ever have to change anything that has happened to me in my past life. I want everything to be exactly the same as it has ever been so far. And nothing could make me change my mind. I want to be able to continue my life as it is. If not I wouldn't have been able to meet all of the wonderful people that I've come across so far. All of the places I've travelled to that most people could only hope to go to. More than likely have to spend thousands of dollars just to be able to come close to going to these places. Now mind you, I'm usually not the type of person that would brag about certain things in my life. I've always felt as if its very rude and inconsiderate of those that may not be in the same position as yourself or those around you. But for this, I'll make an exception just so you get the point.

So, as I said before, I would say absolutely nothing to my younger self, I wouldn't even approach him. But there is one thing I would do if I could go back in time to see my past self. I would just sit back and watch my younger self do all the things that I remember. Maybe even notice things that I had forgotten I had even done. It'd be a way to be able to reminisce on the time I had in my life back in those days. Even if I saw my younger past self stumble and fall, maybe even fail at something. I would do nothing but smile and laugh thinking to myself "It's ok, it'll all be worth it in the long run, I promise."

#deep thinking #feelings #male writers #writers thoughts #life #writers and poets #writing #just being honest #life choices #the nerd speaks

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weird-is-life · 1 year

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I would love to see an angst fic based on the song Stone Cold by Demi Lovato, more specifically the line "If happy is her, I'm happy for you," I feel like you could give it justice and I'd love for you to write it about one of the least requested characters you write for as I love all of them!

Hiii, thank you so much for request. I don't think, I've totally written what you wanted (like at all, im sorry😭). But I hope this isn't too bad. Proof-read by a total sweetheart, Hannah. Warnings: angs, no happy ending (1k)

Feelings come whether or not we want them to. You can't stop how you feel, it just isn't possible. And that's how it is with your feelings for James.

You didn't plan on falling in love with James Potter. The handsome, funny, smart and a total heartthrob James. But most importantly James, your friend.

You've known James since the first year at Hogwards. It's been a wild ride ever since. You are really close to all of the boys actually. But the friendship with James has always been different in a way.

At first, you thought your crush on James was going to pass, but when it didn't go away quickly. You settled on coping with it, still hoping it would pass over time. But it didn't.

You were managing it pretty well, up until the point, when it got painstakingly worse. James started to show his interest into Lily, your best friend.

She was the only one, that you told about your silly and not so little crush, so of course she rejected every one of James's advances.

Even now, as you are walking down the hall, she is being asked on a date by him.

"Come on, Evans. Just one date, just one," he almost begs, emphasise on almost.

"No Potter, just stop asking already. I don't want to go on a date." She says and she quickly tugs you away from him.

You always feel bad, that she rejects him mainly because of you. You've told her multiple times, that you don't mind, but she is just as stubborn as James.

James isn't one to quit asking her out either. He doesn't understand why she keeps rejecting him, because before this, he thought, no he was certain, that she liked him back. He wouldn't have even asked her on a date in the first place, if he wasn't sure of it.

But just like that, Lily's feelings had dissappeared or maybe they hadn't been there at all.

His trying goes on for a bit longer, but suddenly, to your surprise, he stops asking. You didn't think there was a chance he'd quit, you were wrong.

He hasn't asked Lily out for weeks and you think that everything is normal. You even think there's a possibility of James liking you back.

But as it shows, something else has changed, too. Lily has started to act weird.

She spaces out a lot, lost in thoughts about god knows what. She also just randomly dissappears. You've asked her multiple times about this, she just always goes red and makes up some suspicious, but not completely unbelievable excuse.

But the reason why doesn't hit you right away. It's only when, she tells you this one excuse, you know, what's probably up.

She tells you the exact same excuse, you've heard only one person ever use, James. And at that time it was only you and James there, so she couldn't have heard it.

You try not to think too much of it. You think, you are definitely just overreacting. I mean, Lily is your best friend, she would have never done anything like this behind your back. Never.

Your thoughts are driving you crazy, because you are so sure that it's not what you think it is, but on the other hand your mind is making you doubt it more and more every day.

So for the peace of mind you decide to find out. One night, when she sneaks out of the dorm, you go after her.

You follow her through the halls, but not too close so she doesn't notice you. After a few minutes she stops at a window and looks at the night sky. For a moment you think, that that's why she is here, but you are so mistaken.

You hear a voice, not just any voice, it's his, it's James's. You can't believe what you are seeing, you still feel some denial about it, but when you see James kiss her, you know you were right.

You don't want or can spend another second watching them. You are ready to run away, when you back into a vase behind you and it falls on the ground, immediately drawing theirs attention to you.

"Who's there? Y/N?" You don't respond, you are out of there before they can say anything else with big tears running down your face.

Unfortunately, you don't realise they run after you until it's too late. James's hand clutches your wrist, " wait Y/N stop, let's just talk about this."

"T-talk? About what?" you ask, there's barely any anger in your voice, just pain.

"We're sorry-"

"Sorry for what?"

"I know that you like me and that seeing us together like this-" James starts and you interrupt him.

"You've told him?" you look more than hurt at Lily, "how could you..." you shake your head in betrayal.

"I don't even care about you being together. I've told you this, you knew this," you point at Lily. You cannot believe them right now.

"What I don't get is why you lied and sneaked behind my back. And not only once, you kept lying to my fucking face all the time."

Both of them are at loss for words. The even worse thing about all this, that you aren't even angry, only heartbroken.

"I didn't want to hurt you-" Lily starts, tears starting to form in her eyes, too.

"Well, you didn't do a good job. Because this lying hurt me more than the truth could ever have..." you sob, voice breaking.

"Please y/n, just let me explain," Lily reaches out for you, but you take a step back.

"Y/N, just hear us out. We were planning to tell you," James tries to explain, but honestly there's just no point anymore.

"When?" you scoff, "at your wedding?" you shake your head. If you ever want to be close to them again, you need to leave, because you are too hurt to actually solve anything.

"We-we...." James tries to find the right words, but comes out with nothing.

"I-I need to go, I can't do this right now. Hell, i don't know if i want to do this ever," you spin on your heel, before they can even blink and walk away with sobs shaking your body and your heart shattered into million pieces.

#james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter imagine #james potter fanfiction #james potter angst #james potter x y/n #james potter

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siriuslyprincesssarah · 2 months

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A little vent session

I find it so funny that the same people who are getting onto me about supposedly not properly tagging my story are now getting onto me about tagging my story improperly when the endgame is Harry and Hermione, and I have tagged it so from the beginning. Soulmates can be platonic and Harry and Hermione are for NOW, but soon it will change.

Hermione and Draco are a separate story, and what is of them within Enchanted will last four 1/2 total chapters. Two 1/2 which are already posted. The rest will be back to Harry and Hermione fighting each other until when they finally get together near the prologue. I did, in fact, tag it appropriately. As I stated to one reader, when we read a book in real life, we don't have pre-tags. When I started writing fanfiction, there were no tags at all. Many don't tag their fics, but I try my best to tag them to give people a heads-up. A few people just don't like it because I am including Draco. Who is important to the storyline starting during the next chapter.

I finally had enough, and I'm screening reviews. People are being rude and think they know everything and how it is going to be planned out. NO ONE knows everything. I have no beta. All I am is a school teacher who writes her ideas of what she wishes would have happened after the books out into the universe.

This story was conceived on a road trip to Washington, D.C., over one year ago. On my way down, I listened to Spotify and somehow was stuck listening to Taylor Swift's complete collection. Many of the scenes were Google transcribed to my notes after I heard a song and sent myself a note while driving. Since then, I've had an outline of how I wanted it to go. After sightseeing, I'd return to the hotel and work on my outline.

This story was never meant to go this long. Initially, I meant for it to be one chapter a year from 1998 to 2007, then end there—ten chapters total—but I couldn't end it there. It got away from me. Ten turned into 20. Twenty turned into 30. My outline has it sitting at 45 if I end it where I originally planned. I may or may not end it before that and create a sequel, though. We will see. Looking back, should I have gotten them together before 2007? Yes, but I started it in 2007, and the way things fall to make it there for certain things, it has to be 2007. I see Hermione as career-oriented and not settling down straight out of school. Of course, I was that way too.

Ending this rant, I beg my readers to please trust the process. I know there is a period right now that some are unhappy with. When the idea came to me, I knew people wouldn't like it. But putting her with Draco worked for four reasons. First, she has a relationship that no one would think she would and briefly tries to move on from what she feels she will never get with Harry. The second will be revealed next week. The third will be revealed in chapter 35. The fourth will be revealed in chapter 36.

Just bear with me and for those who have stuck around and have supported me here. I'll thank you for doing so. The father is. Harry :) Because, of course, it is, and it never was a question. I just wanted to build a little suspense.

Thank you so much for supporting me and reading this if you did.

#enchantedfanfic #ao3 writer

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Your Past and Mine are Parallel Lines; Stars All Aligned and They Intertwined - Mal Oretsev Imagine [Shadow & Bone]

Title: Your Past and Mine are Parallel Lines; Stars All Aligned and They Intertwined

Pairing: Mal Oretsev X Reader

Word Count: 2,271 words

Warning(s): mention of stealing, slight self-worth issues

Summary: [Inspired by "All of the Girls You Loved Before" by Taylor Swift] [Post-Season 2 Finale] Mal takes on the title of Sturmhond and soon meets a thief for hire, (Y/n). He recruits them at the direction of Tamar and Tolya, not realizing how much his life was going to change after that.

Author's Note: I think the show version of Mal is over hated. That's my hot take of the day.

Also, I've been looking for an excuse to use this song because who am I if I don't write a story for every Taylor Swift song that I can get my hands on.

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I couldn't help that sometimes I would go a while without a job.

I couldn't help that the idea of being tied to a single crew made me just a little sick to my stomach.

I had to get by somehow. I could usually get hired quickly and get some decent pay, but sometimes when the chips are down, you need a little extra to get you by.

It always felt silly going back to stealing out of coat pockets or off of wrists. It made me feel like a kid again. But I guess it made for good practice.

I wasn't one to get caught. Mainly because I didn't get too excited. I was careful. I knew what I could get away with grabbing and what I couldn't. I knew when certain crowds were more observant than others.

When I found a very crowded bar, I knew that I could get away with far more than I could on a street somewhere.

I scanned the room as subtly as I could.

My eyes immediately latched onto the gold compass hanging on a man's neck. It was hanging low enough that my hand wouldn't look too obvious when I reached up. There was so much on the man's neck that I doubted he would notice it leaving his neck.

I was quiet, careful. I moved as normally as I could until I got close enough to the man. I offered a small smile, acting like I just needed to get around him as I snagged the compass from around his neck.

I was certain that he hadn't noticed.

I was almost to the door when I heard a voice behind me, clearer than the voices of the other patrons, "Hey! Give that back!"

I shoved the last person between me and the door out of my way as I took off running.

I took off down the main road until I could find an alleyway.

As I continued through the twists and turns, trying to put as much distance between me and the man as possible, I found myself almost laughing. That rare for me. I usually just got my work done and got away as soon as possible. I never took the time to enjoy it. But this... this was different.

I yelled as my arm was snagged.

I was turned around and shoved back against the wall of the alley. I was left face-to-face with the man that I had been running from. He was holding both of my wrists against the wall. His grip was tight enough that I was certain that there was going to be a bruise left behind.

"Let me go!" I snapped.

"Give me back my compass," he replied.

I just pulled at my arms again, trying to get free. I tried to kick at him, but none of my hits were landing.

A new voice spoke up, "(Y/n)?"

I looked over at the new voice. "Tolya?"

"You know them?" the man holding my wrists turned to look at Tolya.

Tolya nodded. "We worked with them ages ago."

"(Y/n) (Y/l/n)," Tamar explained, walking around the man to stand on his other side. I looked at her, a small grin on my face. "Quick, clever, fiercely independent, and always aware of every single escape route. Thief for hire."

"Hey!" I snapped.

"What?" she asked.

"Don't call me that!"

"What are you then," the man asked.

"More of a tracker. I'm just better at tracking more... notable things than just animals. I'm more than just a thief."

The man looked at the compass in my hand, raising his eyebrow a bit.

"Don't get all high and mighty about this," I said. "You don't truly think that I wouldn't recognize Sturmhond's compass, do you? If anything, I'm in the first steps to returning his property."

"That's a fun story, actually," Tolya replied.

"Why?"

"Because he's Sturmhond," he pointed at the man.

I scoffed. "Nice try. Sturmhond's blonde... and a little less of a prick."

The man glared at me.

"You're holding me against a wall, I can call you a prick."

"He had the title passed to him," Tamar explained. "Meaning that compass is his now."

"Well then, I'll return it once my arms are released."

"Sturmhond" relented, letting my arms go. I saw Tamar shift, ensuring that I couldn't run for it. I offered a fake smile before placing the compass in the man's palm.

"So, if Sturmhond's a title, do I get to know your true name?"

"Mal."

"That was easier to get out of you than I expected," I muttered. "These two introduced me already. And I'd say that it's nice to meet you, but that would be dishonest."

"Still jumping from job to job," Tolya asked.

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

"We're doing good work," Tamar said. "You should join us. Get out of here."

"Why would I do that?"

"Get away from the city with your face plastered on wanted posters."

I looked at Mal.

"Wouldn't you rather take your hood off for a while and not fear being arrested?"

I took a deep breath. "Getting out of the city doesn't mean that no one is going to hunt for me."

"I have a personal connection to the king. I could get him to ensure your safety."

I paused, looking between the trio.

"One trip," Mal pushed. "After that, we can drop you wherever you'd like to go or you can continue traveling with us. Your decision."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Fine. One trip. That's it."

"Yes!" Tolya pushed his way past Mal to hug me. "I've been waiting for you to join us."

"I'm certain you have," I muttered. He finally stepped back. "So, when do I get to see the ship?"

That one trip turned into two. Two into three. And on and on and on.

Mal and I patched things up rather quickly after our... unfortunate first meeting. We went from a shaky partnership to a far more genuine friendship.

We were often paired up together when working. According to Tamar, our skills paired up well together. According to Tolya's smile when he saw the both of us, I knew there was something else on both of their minds. Tolya had read too much poetry to simply let things lie where they were.

They did have a point.

Mal and I worked well together when he wasn't the one that I was stealing from. I had grown very used to being around him. It was great.

I was convinced that it was simply a good friendship. Two people looking past a bad first impression and finding similarities where they didn't expect to.

Until one night.

We were in the middle of a mission. I was tasked with sneaking a key off of a man. He wore it around his neck, easy within reach so he could brag about his high-paying work to any poor bastard who would listen.

His voice was grating. And it only got worse the more that he drank.

I had to wait for him to get shitfaced before I could make any move.

He was focused on yelling at different people around the bar. He was trying to show that he was the big man there. He was in charge.

He drunkenly called for a toast for little to no reason.

While everyone was chugging their drink from the toast, I passed by, snagging the key off of his throat. The alcohol had made it so he wasn't very observant. Good for me. I got out before he said anything.

No, it wasn't until I was a little way down the street that I heard a drunk yell of angry, slurred words.

I ran to the alleyway where Mal had been waiting for me so we could both get back to the ship. He let out a relieved huff when he finally spotted me.

"That took you ages-"

I pressed a hand over his mouth before silently motioning for him to stay quiet. He nodded. I pulled my hand back and fixed my eyes on the small part of the street that I could see from where I was.

The drunk man stumbled past the alley that we were hiding in. A few men were behind him.

"This feels very familiar," Mal mumbled after it seemed like the coast was clear.

"Last time we were in a place like this, you slammed me against a wall," I replied. "Planning a repeat incident, Mal?"

I turned to look at him. The breath was nearly knocked out of me. His eyes were completely trained on me. Studying me. Looking for so much detail that it almost forced my heart to stop where it was.

"Mal," I muttered. I couldn't tell what I was trying to do. Get his attention, give him a warning, give him permission.

He leaned forward, kissing me briefly before very quickly pulling away. He tried to ramble about which way we needed to go, but I stopped him, leaning in and kissing him again. Properly this time.

That was the night that everything between us shifted.

Mal immediately seemed more accustomed to being open about his feelings than I was. He made little to no effort to hide how the kiss had affected him. I was hesitant. I didn't want to face the chance that this could all blow up in my face.

But he wore me down.

Probably on accident.

He would never push anything. He would smile at me during meetings, protect me more when we were out, and compliment me more. He spoke in ways that reminded me of the poets Tolya had told me about.

We kissed again. In his office. If that was the right name for it.

It was soft. Less rushed than the first one. He whispered how much he wanted to be with me. I found myself agreeing with little hesitation.

And it was like something very suddenly clicked. Being with him suddenly felt like the most natural thing in the world. Letting his hand touch mine was comforting instead of terrifying. Any future kisses felt like puzzle pieces clicking together instead of gut-churning.

It was all just... right.

We had always spent time together but this was so different. And it was worth any and all teasing we got for it. I was happy. I was finally truly happy.

I soon decided that the best times with Mal were during night watch.

On the nights that I was part of the night watch, Mal would often come up and spend time with me. We'd mumble quietly to each other as we watched the waters and the stars. It was nice. Probably the closest that our lives allowed for a date. Privateer work didn't really allow for romantic dinners or walks around town with our hands intertwined.

"Have I told you how much I've grown to really appreciate our nights out here," I asked one night.

"I think it's come up a few times now," he replied. "Why?"

I paused for a moment. "I just... I want you to know that I... I adore everything about this... about us. I don't think that I say it enough."

"I promise, you do," he said. "I really enjoy having this time with you too. These nights are my favorite. I feel like I get to see parts of you that you don't show other people. And I think they're amazing."

I looked down, feeling my face warm up. I heard a quiet chuckle come from Mal's lips.

"I'm sorry, am I seeing the great thief for hire be truly flustered for the first time," he moved so he was leaning in front of my face.

"Shut up," I grumbled, turning my head even further away. "I've just... I've never had someone talk about me like that... I've just always been an annoyance or a useful tool or something. To have someone talk about me like you just did... It's strange."

"A good strange?"

I turned back to him. He was now leaning against the railing of the ship, just looking at me. Not letting his attention drift for a second.

"Yeah," I replied. "A good strange."

He leaned over and kissed the side of my head.

I closed my eyes as he did, allowing myself to truly enjoy the moment while I had it.

"For what it's worth, this is all a very good strange to me too," Mal admitted as he pulled back.

"What do you mean?"

"It's... Well... The last time I was with someone like... this, I felt drawn to her," he explained. "Like I didn't have a choice in it. I was just meant to be... there. And then that feeling just disappeared. Suddenly, I didn't know what I was meant to do."

I took a deep breath, "And now?"

A grin pulled at his lips. "I feel like I had a choice in it... in this. I chose you... and it feels like one of the best things I've ever done."

I felt a grin of my own forming.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. His hand moved to cup the side of my face. My hand touched his and my lips followed his lead.

I leaned back first, smiling at him. "I... I love you, Mal."

"I love you too."

And it was like all of the steps to get to him fell away. Now, there was only him... this.

And I was perfectly happy to only see the love I had finally earned.

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Bandictionary archives: Travie McCoy interview

This interview with Travie McCoy of Gym Class Heroes is from July 11th, 2006 at the Vans Warped Tour. Describe the band's songwriting process. It's pretty democratic, I mean, we all add our two cents in. We start a song with either lyrics I wrote or a riff that Disashi wrote or a beat that Matt wrote and we'll all work them in so they sound amazing. What do you hope to achieve for the next album? World domination. I want to make people sick of my face. And hopefully marry that woman who just walked by. That's all I want to achieve. Do you try to make your shows different every day? Yeah. For some of the songs, the dialogue stays the same because there's a point that I want to make with a certain song. But for the most part, I change every day, so I think the shows change with how we're feeling that day. Usually it's a good thing, but, we try to keep it fresh because we realize that there's people coming to these shows that might have been at the last show, so we want to keep it special for everyone.

What do you think makes your band unique? Are you kidding me? Well, I think the fact that we try not to fit into any category. I mean we don't try hard; it's pretty easy. But for the most part, it's the fact that we can tour with these bands and then tour with hip-hop groups and then tour with reggae bands. That means the world to me. I want to stay in that position. I think that's what makes us unique. What are some of the band's goals for the future? We just want to keep producing music that we enjoy. The thing is, we've never really catered to any scene, we just like made the music that makes us smile. I think with any album, we take it to a new level and we always will continue to innovate. Are you superstitious at all? I am, actually. It's funny you say that. We just got into a really bad van accident a couple weeks before Warped started and the day before we got into the accident, I bought this bracelet. I don't usually wear jewelry, but I thought it was cute, so I bought it and we lived, so I've been wearing it ever since. So I feel like this is my good luck charm. How did you feel when you first heard yourself on the radio or saw yourself on TV? The first time I heard myself on the radio, I definitely tinkled in my pants a little bit. It was like one of those things. Like, you know, on Christmas morning, when you unwrap that present you really wanted, you know that feeling you get? Like, woah! You know? That's how I felt. It was like Christmas. Are your shows in your hometown different from all your other shows? Oh, of course! Hometown shows, I think, for any band are a little bit special because family is there, your close friends are there and I'm actually really looking forward to getting back to Buffalo on this tour because it's gonna be incredible. What can people expect when they come to see you live? Their faces to get melted off. Is it intimidating knowing that there are a lot of kids out there who look up to you? Yes, it is. And I think that goes for anybody who's making music and is in a position where kids are looking up to them because I'm far from perfect. I wouldn't say that I'm a model citizen, I'm just a big kid and I make mistakes. I would never want anybody to try to follow anything that I do. But in the same respect, it's kind of naïve for me to think that it wouldn't happen. For the most part, I try to be as positive as possible, but also party my ass off and be that inner demon I am. Describe your latest album (2006's As Cruel as School Children) in one word. Sexy. What was the last show you went to that wasn't your own? He is Legend was the last band I got to see at the Chain Reaction. He is Legend is one of my favorite bands. What was one album that really changed your life? Probably Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness by the Smashing Pumpkins. It was one of the first CDs that I actually purchased myself. It was so dynamic that I was like, I want to make music like this. I want every song that we make to have its own personality. What effect do you think your band will have on the entire music scene? Hopefully to show people that they don't have to stick to one thing and that once they make an album, they're not doomed to sound like that forever.

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poisonappletales · 6 months

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@jiinii-chan sent the above Valentine!

This is Unknown's White Day reply.

"And why yes, that is a reference to a certain song. You may consider this a romantic parody for White Day."

"A romantic parody? The more I read this, the creepier it gets."

"What's so creepy about it? It sounds like two people who just like each other."

"Sure, it can seem like that at first read. But look at who's writing it. He's probably saying she secretly wanted him, but what she really said is goodbye."

"To be fair, she said, 'See you later, boy.'"

"Which is another way of saying - goodbye and get out of here, loser."

"We don't know how she said it. She could've said it nicer than that. But I do see what you're trying to say. I mean, having it in red that he's seeing her later at her house is a little...creepy.

I mean, I thought they liked each other and just wanted to spend time together later. But when you put it like that, that does sound more like Unknown."

"Now, now, who says I cannot be a welcome guest in a woman's house?"

"Depends. Did she invite you over?"

"Of course."

"I don't know. I feel like you'd say that even if she just looked at you a certain way."

"Don't be so cynical. Even if there was no invitation, who wouldn't like to open their front door and see a hottie waiting for them inside?"

"A hottie?"

"You know. Someone incredibly attractive. A knockout."

"Well, I can't say I'm against receiving beautiful visitors...but I would want to know why they're there."

"They're there to get down."

"Get down and do what? You use so many phrases I'm unfamiliar with. I've never heard these used on Virgo Island before."

"Hahaha! To get down and dirty, of course."

"If they're there to dirty my things, I'm not encouraging that. I see no reason for anyone to track dirt everywhere!"

"Still think you're being a creep, man."

"Does anyone else wonder what else is in this book?"

"Knowing Unknown, it...probably contains things not too suitable for a lady's ears."

"A-Ah. Maybe I should just leave then?" [playfully] "See you later, boys!"

"...She's not trying to say, 'Get out of here, loser'...is she?"

"I think she's saying to come see her later so you can get down and dirty."

"See? This is exactly what I meant by you reading into things people aren't even saying!"

"Why would anyone invite you to dirty yourselves with them?! There are plenty of other more enjoyable activities you can do that don't involve rolling around in the mud!"

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vyesquei · 6 months

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𐙚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 ☆ (1/2)

❝ in which; the famed magician of fontaine meets the angel of opera epiclese " » includes: mentions of ocs, oc x canon (irene levasseur x lyney) » note: just to clarify, the first scene of this work is before the events fontaine archon quest, the second scene is after fontaine quest act 1 & 2!! i hope u enjoy this raaaaaa <3

The dark clouds were scattered across the land of Fontaine. Strong wind blowing the heavy rain as they harshly dropped to the ground. The weather was no delight to the people of Fontaine; children wondered why the Hydro Dragon was in so much anguish.

Despite the weather, the Opera Epiclese only witnessed a heavenly voice sent by Celestia, a voice from the one and only “Angel of Opera Epiclese”, singing a song of euphonic quality.

The Angel’s voice echoed in the opera house, reaching every corner of the room. Her vocals were so siren-like and clear—if anyone were to hear a simple hum from her, they would feel their heart burst and their body chill.

There was no voice that was as otherworldly as Irene’s voice was. She has taken the eyes of the audience, and perhaps even a certain magician's attention.

As Irene sang a song for the opera, Lyney was somewhere in the small audience, watching Irene sing for the first time. He, Lynette, and Freminet had received tickets from a friend that wanted to pay for their kindness in the past.

“Her voice is wonderful,” Lyney commented in a whisper, leaning near Lynette so she could hear.

Lynette agreed, nodding her head, “Yes, like a hidden gem.”

“She’s not that very popular in both the Theatre and Film Industry,” Lynette said, “even though she's been in many films, plays, musicals, operas…”

Lyney turned to Lynette, snickering quietly, taking the chance to tease his sister, “Seems like someone did their research—are you a big fan of hers?~”

“No, I was just curious about who she is and why I've never heard about her in The Steambird or anywhere on the news, so I decided to know more about her,” Lynette simply answered. “I’m surprised she hasn't gotten as much attention as Lady Furina.”

“‘Irene Levasseur, The Angel of Opera Epiclese,’” Freminet spoke for the first time ever since they went into the opera house, which was no surprise, “that’s what I heard how her fans refer to her.”

Freminet continued, "I heard this is her second time performing in the Opera Epiclese."

“Ah, finally, you've decided to talk,” Lyney smiled as he looked at his brother, Freminet, shifting his gaze to Irene once more. “Irene Levasseur, huh?”

Irene wore a white dress under a bright red cape, her hands on her chest as she passionately sang her heart out. Lyney liked her voice. It was captivating, and he was sure that the rest of the crowd thought so as well.

When the song reached its end, the lights shut, opening again once different characters were onstage.

At that moment, Lyney realized something. “Then, wouldn't that mean she's related to the man who sponsored our show in Hotel Debord? Mr. Victor Levasseur?” Lyney asked, “he’s from a prestigious family, isn’t he? So that would mean Miss Irene is too.”

Lynette’s catlike ears perked in realization, “Oh, that's right. I forgot to mention.”

Lyney sighed, shaking his head, tutting as he crossed his arms, “Are you too entranced by Miss Irene’s voice to even remember that?”

“It’s not that—” Lynette sighed annoyedly. “You’re very insistent about me being Miss Levasseur’s fan. Maybe you're the one who's the biggest fan,” Lynette said, crossing her arms.

Lyney laughed quietly, “Well, I simply cannot deny that her voice is truly an experience one must witness, but I think it's too early to say that I'm her biggest fan. I've only seen her just now.”

“Whatever,” Lynette said coolly, paying attention to the show once more. Lyney shrugged and did the same, and the rest of the opera went as planned…

Tapping feet, clenching fists, and breathing shakily. Those were three things that Lyney usually did before a performance.

Usually, Lyney knew he'd overcome his fears a minute before his performance. But this was a show that he truly feared. Critics from Inazuma, Liyue, and Mondstadt were going to watch his show, and he could never let himself mess up a performance that would potentially bring him more foreign audiences.

Lyney was usually confident, showing his undeniably charming personality to anyone, yet he felt that he was going to feel even more fearful at the last second.

It still would be 2 hours until Lyney’s magic show, which was after the musical that was being performed at the moment. He was watching the musical in the corner of the room, feeling his stomach flip.

Lynette was still double checking props backstage; Lyney couldn't feel any less stressed with the lack of his sister’s presence. It was too much for him at the moment, but he still had a confident expression on him.

Alas, too many thoughts enshrouded the magician’s head; what if he makes a mistake while performing? What if another murder suddenly takes place during his performance? What if he failed?

All those thoughts would simply be answered by Lyney himself, trying to give himself some comfort, but to no avail. His last (and first) show in the Opera Epiclese ended up in a disaster, what's to say that it won't be a disaster in front of foreign critics?

Lyney sighed mentally, feeling miserable.

As Lyney was preoccupied in his thoughts, the crowd applauded and a familiar voice echoed in the theater, accompanied by a piano.

“Mystic moon and glowing stars, guide this boy into the night.”

“Shady figures and cold chills, let this boy venture into the forest of fright.”

“Irene?” Lyney whispered to himself, immediately recognizing her voice.

The Angel of Opera Epiclese has blessed the crowd with her wonderful vocals once more.

Indeed it was Irene onstage, wearing a floor length dress and a veil on her head. She had wings on her back and a staff on her hand—she was playing as the witch that guides the main character into the forest.

Lyney gazed at the stage, his heart picking up. He was touched by her voice, as usual. Who couldn’t be enamored by her voice?

In truth, ever since Lyney witnessed Irene's presence on the stage, he found himself humming her song every now and then. And if she ever showed up in a play, he'd try his best to go watch, although he has been barely fortunate enough to see many since he has plans of his own.

Irene sang beautifully, as always, each note sung in a harmonious tone that captivates the crowd. Everyone’s attention was on the stage–were only on the Angel of the Opera Epiclese.

“Psst.”

Lyney didn’t reply, nor flinch.

“Psst..! Lyney.”

“Lyney!”

Lyney reluctantly stepped out of his trance, glancing here and there, finally noticing his sister, Lynette, her arms crossed, “Oh. Lynette,” he smiled, “how’s the prop check?”

“I’ve checked everything twice but I think you should personally check the things too,” Lynette stated, looking at Irene on the stage, “Oh, it’s Miss Irene.”

“...Now I understand why it took you forever to reply to me,” Lynette sighed, starting to walk backstage.

Lyney widened his eyes, surprised, “W-what do you mean?!” Lyney asked, running after Lynette, flustered at his sister’s bluntness.

“I mean that Miss Levasseur’s voice is enchanting,” Lynette said, raising her eyebrow. She didn't expect her brother’s reaction, “What else did you think?”

Before Lyney could reply, a sudden applause ensued as the two siblings went backstage. Irene's performance was probably finished.

Lyney closed his eyes for a moment, shaking his head as he took off his signature top hat, “Nothing else, nothing else. I just-” Lyney sighed, only to stop in his tracks. Lynette stopped walking too.

In front of the twins was The Angel of Opera Epiclese herself.

“Miss Levasseur!” Lyney exclaimed with a smile, immediately switching to his charming self, “what a wonderful performance you had! I knew that the crowd had their hearts racing as you sang.”

Irene nodded, smiling as well, “Thank you, Mr. Lyney.”

Lyney was surprised that Irene knew his name, but he did know that he had a bigger reputation compared to Irene—that didn't make her any less of a talented singer and entertainer, of course.

“I’ve been hoping to meet the two of you in person, it makes me very pleased to finally meet you two,” Irene stated.

Irene was like a perfect princess; her hands clasped in front of herself, showing a polite smile on her face, her posture straight, her costume perfectly fit for her, and her aura was comforting. It’s an utter sin that she wasn’t a well-known opera singer.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” Lynette said, “you were beautiful onstage.”

“Thank you,” Irene responded, “are the two of you preparing for the performance you have after this musical? I'm sorry to have bothered you…”

Lyney shook his head, clutching his hat, “Not at all! Me and my sister were only doing prop checks before our show later.”

Irene smiled, nodding her head, “Good luck to you both on your performance. I’m sure you'll fascinate the stage.”

“Thank you, my lady,” Lyney bowed with a grin on his face. In truth, Lyney was a bit nervous to meet the singer he liked in person. It was basically seeing your idol in person!

Lyney glanced at Lynette, who was most likely on standby mode right now, then back at Irene, “I apologize if it seems like promotion, but I'm pretty sure we still have two tickets for our show. If you're interested in watching our show, we have two free tickets for you!”

Lynette looked at Lyney, confused. Her expression was screaming, ‘What are you doing???’ and to be honest, Lyney had no idea either.

“Ah,” Irene shook her head, “that won't be necessary. I actually already have tickets for your show tonight, so I'm looking forward to it.”

Lyney widened his eyes, surprised. Irene Levasseur? Watching his magic show? No. A better way to put it was; his celebrity crush? Personally watching his magic show? He couldn't believe it. It was like a dream.

“Oh, I see, I see! Then me and Lynette are honored to see you in the crowd!” Lyney said, still smiling.

“The pleasure is all mine—” Irene looked around, then to her manager— “I’m afraid I must abruptly end our meeting, Lyney, Lynette. It was very nice meeting you both.”

Lyney took Irene’s gloved hand, bringing it up and leaning his head down to place a delicate peck on her hand, looking into her eyes as he did so. His gaze was soft and his smile apparent—he knew he was charming but still felt bashful at his own doings.

“It was very nice to meet you too, Miss Levasseur,” Lyney said, gently letting go of Irene’s hand, “may fate lead us to meeting again on a beautiful spring day.”

Irene nodded, waving goodbye as she exited the backstage area through the hidden exit where only staff, actors, and actresses may enter.

Lyney looked back and Lynette, who was unamused by her brother's behavior, asked, “Who’s the big fan now?” she sighed, turning around to check the magic show props once more.

Lyney laughed shyly, only realizing his fast heartbeat, going on his way to check on his props for his show.

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