#jennifer walters x y/n

[infernalodie]

𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

“𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩“

Inspo: Labrinth - Mount Everest

Pairing: Jennifer Walters x Fem!reader

Summary: You were a criminal that Jennifer couldn’t stand helping anymore. But maybe she came to your office for something more.

Warnings: Quite graphic in the first bit of it. Angst, brief smut, strap-on, pet names, and mommy kink.

Words 2474

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Jennifer didn’t know why she took the money. She wasn’t sure what compelled her to even decide years ago to become your lawyer, but she did know that it had been a mistake. Defending your disgusting acts was one thing because it was her job and she’d done it with countless other people. But taking your hush money for seeing your killings was another.

She would like to say that she had a good moral compass. Jennifer never liked the idea of getting herself into stuff she can’t get out of. Her work life helped her stay on a steady path and her friends made her stay out of the life of thrill. Which some may say is boring, but she loved her life. She never wanted it to change from that.

But when you entered her life, you changed her entire life. Giving her the biggest break she had with your case of murdering countless people and dumping their remains in the Great South Bay. You were a billionaire and had a strong chokehold on the city. No one liked you and that caused the press to surround your case like moths to a flame. And although Jennifer hated you as well, she still had a job to do and went on to defend you. Somehow, saving you from life in prison and disproving every account of you being the murderer you were.

Since then, many didn’t look at her the same for taking the case. But she also knew many looked at her as a prestigious lawyer for it. And you had made her your main lawyer. She still remembers you handing her a cheque for $50,000, as thanks for her service. That alluring gaze you held and your soft pink lips curved in the tiniest of smirks as she took it without a second thought.

Now, after your most recent case of having been responsible for murdering one of the gangs in New York to claim more territory for yourself, she had received another cheque that had far too many zero’s. All because she had wandered too far in Brooklyn to find you standing back as one of your men gutted another man. Pulling out his intestines and stabbed them into the wall. She still could remember your haunting voice that filled the dark alley, “Walk.”

A simple order, but one that made Jennifer’s skin crawl as the man attempted to walk away. Sobs fell from his lips as he slowly got farther with his intestine straining and pulling out more. And when she gasped, you had found her watching. Long story short, you had given her money to not speak on it after one of your men grabbed her. You stared at her with a deadpan as she cowered in fear of what you might do. Thinking about it now, Jennifer wasn’t exactly sure why you didn’t kill her, but she was willing to take that instead of facing the same fate as the unfortunate man that lay dead only a few feet from her.

That had been a week ago, but now, she couldn’t handle having the money anymore. She didn’t want that guilt on her mind or being constantly reminded of what she had seen. Not to mention the fear that you had people watching her in case. She hadn’t left her apartment once because of it. Instead, she just had food delivered to her and had her friends bring whatever she needed from the store.

But currently, she stood in the elevator, feeling that weird gut feeling the steel cage gave people when rising or descending. Except, this was the natural fear she had for you now. Because she understood why everyone hated you and was afraid of you. You sat in a skyscraper, staring down at the city, and did heinous acts when the sun went down. That wasn’t even going into the scheming you likely did during the day.

The doors to the elevator slid open to reveal only one door hallway that led down to a set of doors. And pushing past her anxiety, she walked down the hall. Her heels clicked against the polished floors.

As she grew closer to the doors, she could hear the sounds of thuds and muffled voices. Her heart began to pound against her chest as she took calm breaths, hoping that it might push down the fear she held for you. And when she stood opposite the doors, her sweaty hand clenched and knocked on the door.

There was a few beats of silence as Jennifer stood there anxiously. Then there came your voice from inside. “Come on in, Jenn.”

Your beckoning voice caused the woman’s hair to stand up as she shakily grabbed the hand and twisted it. Slowly entering, her eyes widened at the sight of a man tied to a chair beaten and bruised. You standing in front of him with your shirt off and only a sports bra covering your chest. Latex gloves sticking to your hands with blood covering them.

Glancing over your shoulder, the fear in Jennifer’s eyes and expression was the first thing you saw. Motioning to the guy, you sighed in annoyance. “He stole a hundred million from me by taking some off the top of every deal I made,” you explained, thinking it might justify why you were being so brutal. “Caught him before he could skip over to Mexico and live a happy life with the wife and kids.” You grabbed a handful of the man’s hair, yanking his head up, eliciting a cry from his lips. “Ain’t that right, Richey?”

“Let him go.” The sudden outburst shocked you and Jennifer. The lawyer’s lips clamped shut, not wanting anything to slip out.

But you turned to her, lips curling into that evil grin. “Let him go?” A laugh fell from your lips. Jennifer sent you a stern look, one that tried to show some dominance in the situation.

If anything, it amused you how someone so small and naive could be so morally right. So, you smiled with a shrug. “As you wish.”

There wasn’t a chance Jennifer could stop you when you pulled out your pistol from the back of your pants and shot the man in the head. His head flew back with blood splattering across the fur carpet where a couch and TV sat.

Jennifer watched as you clicked your tongue in annoyance. Reaching down to the grey fur and pinching a few droplets of blood. “Now I have to get a whole new rug, you stupid bastard.” You kicked the deadman over, his body hitting the floor with a thud.

“Why - Why did you do that?!” Jennifer finally yelled, looking at you fearfully as you casually moved to your desk and sat down in your large leather chair.

“You told me to let him go, and I did. I don’t see the problem here, Jenn-”

“Don’t call me that!” She ordered harshly. “We aren’t friends and I am not going to be your lawyer anymore.”

The amused look you held slowly washed away with a blank expression taking over. “What the hell do you mean?” You asked in a low tone.

“I mean, I’m not your lawyer and you can take your money back because I am done helping you for shit you are clearly guilty of!” Jennifer barked out, marching towards the desk and slamming the million-dollar cheque onto your desk and the papers of her resignation to ever defending you again. “I won’t say anything, but I am not going to support you from this point on.”

Again, Jennifer had to endure another few moments of silence. Your dark eyes staring holes into her as you slowly took the papers and scanned them. The silence you gave in response was deafening as Jennifer was quite used to you talking a bit during these ones on ones with her. But this side of you was different.

And she wouldn’t lie that, before all the horrible acts you had made, or at least before she knew they were true, she had some sort of crush on you. Infatuated by how you carried yourself and made every other rich guy look like a fucking idiot. But it had also been your body and voice that sent her in a daze. Your soft voice rang through her ears and able to calm her senses whenever she felt anxious about taking one of your cases. And your body, it was a sight to behold. Abs cut so nicely and your arms defined beautifully that made her wonder what it would be like underneath you.

But now, she thinks that these attributes you had were all for a reason. That being it was to maintain dominance over anything. If it was brute willpower or manipulation because you had managed to convince everyone, including Jennifer, that you were a businesswoman and never indulged in these disturbing acts. Now, Jennifer could see it all and didn’t know where her feelings resided.

Eventually, you tossed the papers in her direction of the desk. “Why don’t you take a seat, Ms. Walters?” You muttered, taking your gun and sliding it into your desk.

Although she didn’t want to, if it led to her getting out of here sooner than later, Jennifer would listen. So, she listened to your order and slid into the seat opposite your desk. Hands clasping together in her lap as you stood to your feet slowly. “Do you know why you came here, Walters?”

The question threw Jennifer off, frowning at your inquiry. “What do you mean?”

“Jennifer, I think you should know one thing about me - my personal distaste…” You walked around your desk, eyes focused on the lawyer that slightly shook with you closing in closer to her. Soon standing behind her chair with your hands resting on the back with your lips coming close to the shell of her ear. Your warm breath causes the woman to let out a shaky exhale. “…and it’s repeating myself.”

“I am just trying to understand what you mean, Y/n.”

“I think you know what I mean,” you say softly in her ear, eyes focusing outside the window and down onto the city. “You had a week to come to me and ask to be released from my hold on you. I mean, you could’ve just given me the money back the same night you saw me. But you didn’t. So, what took you so long, kitty?”

The nickname sent heat throughout Jennifer’s body as she rubbed her thighs together. You caught it, lips curling into a small smirk as you chuckled softly. “Oh, is that why?” You inquired. “Did you need my help, sweetheart?”

Although Jennifer’s face was flushed in embarrassment at how she was aroused by you, she held a brave face. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You hummed, offering your hand. “Can I see your hand, Jenn?”

Jennifer, hesitantly, did oblige and quickly realized how small your hand was in hers. But it hadn’t matter when you slowly moved her hand behind her where she felt the texture of your pants before feeling the silicone cock tucked in your pants.

She gasped, head snapping up to you and finding you wearing a grin. “I knew you were coming. I had people watching you and following you since you caught me conducting my business.” You leaned in close, lips curving wider into a grin. “I must say, you look adorable when you look angry, kitty.”

You licked your lips glancing down at her hand that continued to palm at the strap, almost like her body did it on its own. Looking back up at her, you leaned in closer. Lips ghosting over Jennifer’s that parted with a shaky exhale. “So, what is it going to be, Jennifer?” You asked. “You gonna stay or leave Mommy all alone for the night?”

“M-Mommy!” Jennifer bounced in your lap. Eyes rolled back with your cock stuffed inside her to the brim.

You were leaning back, lighting a cigarette and watching the woman satisfy herself. A beautiful sight to behold and enough to sedate the hunger you had been holding yourself off from for months since you met the lawyer.

Blowing out the smoke to the left, your left hand rested gently on Jennifer’s hip. “Such a good girl for me,” she muttered. “You were made to please me, Jenn. It’s good that you decided to start now.”

The possessiveness you display sent shivers down the lawyer’s spine as she leaned forward with her hands grasping your shoulders. Moving her hips in a rock as she got drunk off your cock sliding deep inside of her.

Her walls fluttered around the faux silicone deep inside her. Legs shaking with each dive it took inside of her. It made it hard for her to breathe, but all the more content on going until she fell out of consciousness.

She was a broken mess with her dripping arousal sticking to the inside of her thighs. Smearing the leather with each bounce as the wet sounds of her pussy filled the office that consisted of her moans and your title falling from her lips. Even though a body lay cold only a few feet away, Jennifer couldn’t find an ounce in her to care.

One of your hands snaked between the both of you, pressing two fingers firmly against her clit. The physical and vocal response was immaculate to see and hear. You watched with a smirk as the woman shivered with a cry as her hips bucked forward. Leaning back with one of her hands resting on your knee with she bit her other. Continuing to thrust her hips forward with the stimulation your fingers gave to her bundle.

“Good girl,” you whispered, eyes unable to find where to pay attention to. Jennifer’s flushed features or her riding your cock whilst desperately trying to achieve that extra bliss that was in her grasp. “If you’re good, I won’t ever let you go, baby.”

Jennifer could only mewl in response, unable to string together a sentence or plea. Choking on her words and moans as tears streamed down her cheeks. She was losing her mind from your cock and she never wanted it to stop. As long as she got this type of treatment everytime she saw you, she never wanted to leave.

But before she could get any more lost, your hand grabbed her by the throat and yanked her face down. A moan slipped past her lips as you grinned excitedly at the woman. Slowly kissing away her tears, causing the lawyer to allow her eyes to flicker shut at the soft sensation before you barely pulled a breath away. “So, are still gonna be my lawyer, pet?”

[marvelouslizzie]

Marvelous Lizzie’s Masterlist

DISCLAIMER

All of my work is intended for readers above 18+. MINORS DNI. Please read the warnings before starting the story. I take no responsibility if you skip the warnings.

All my stories are organized from oldest to newest in each category.

You can find all my work also on my ao3 account.

🔥 - Smut 💔 - Angst 🌸 - Fluff

Bucky Barnes x Reader

i wanna ruin our friendship 🔥 💔🌸 Celebrity!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

are you mine? 🔥 💔 Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

just let me make you feel better 🔥🌸 Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

unconventional methods [complete] 🔥💔 Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Adult Content Creator!Reader

no one else matters 🔥 Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader (in the past)

you're my desire series [complete]- co-written with @notafunkiller 🔥🌸 40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

love me like you paid me - co-written with @notafunkiller 🔥🌸💔 Dilf!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

not a study date - 🔥🌸💔 College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

you’re stuck with me - co-written with @notafunkiller 🔥💔 Revenge Sex!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

you were mine just yesterday - co-written with @notafunkiller 🔥💔 Ex Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Lonely Night series [Complete] - 🔥 Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Like Someone I Know -🔥 A Little Sequal 🌸 College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Why Are You Doing This To Me? - 💔 Ex!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Pretty Little Thing - co-written with @notafunkiller 🔥 Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

I’m Not Sure If I Can Do This - 🔥🌸 Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

One More Night - 🔥💔🌸 Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Matt Murdock x Jennifer Walters

one thing leads to another - on ao3 🔥 

better than I imagined - 🔥 

Updated: 29.03.2024

[teaaagan]

Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental 🥵

[skylarinfinity]

[having breakfast together]

m/n: [take a sip of his tea] isn't it weird how we pay money to see other people?

jennifer: [look at m/n confused] didn't we talk about this before? are you buying new glasses?

m/n: [shake his head] no i mean like prostitute, concerts and movies.

jennifer: what-

author notes yes this is part two for the incorrect quotes before.

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket

[demigoddessqueens]

The women fawning over Emil/Abomination is such a mood 💕💞💗

[wandabear]

WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Summary: 17 years ago, a New Jersey high school girls' soccer team travels to Seattle for a national tournament. While flying over Canada, their plane crashes deep in the wilderness, and the surviving team members are left stranded for nineteen months.

Warnings: This is a fic based on the tv show 'Yellowjackets'. If you didn't see the show, don't worry. This is not the same for make it more interesting.

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN FINALE

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Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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“I'll never forget the day I heard their plane had gone missing.”

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The man looked out the window with his arms crossed behind his back. Nick Fury looked at the students who entered the school excited, others silent and some others laughing. Every year it was the same. But the thought of that day always gives him goosebumps.

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“So… what do you think really happened out there?” asked Christine Everhart, Westview’s Ledger reporter, wrote down everything the man said.

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“All I know is that what happened was a tragedy. A terrible tragedy.” Principal Fury took a moment before continuing to speak. “I probably shouldn't say this, but... some of these kids, eh, no big loss, if we're honest. But those girls were special…”

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Melancholy was reflected in the principal's eyes. “Those girls were champions.”

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The cheering of the people made everything even more exciting. The referee whistled and the ball was in the air once more. The blonde girl from the Hydra team side-kicked for her teammate to catch, but it was impossible.

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Yellowjackets defense player, Jennifer Walters, jumped as high as she could to steal the ball and ran with incredible agility.

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“LET’S GO!” Pietro shouted from the bench, cheering the girls who ran like huge beasts defending their place. His sister, Wanda, watched the game carefully, biting her lower lip.

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She loved watching those girls play, even if half of them were bitches, Wanda always loved watching them. Sure she'd tried to make the team, but couldn't even kick well. Wasn't one of the popular girls either, so she couldn’t be a cheerleader.

Wanda was the dorky, cute, smart one. The girl who had almost perfect grades, the girl who didn't get into trouble but all the popular girls used to avoid.

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It's not like she wanted to be around them anyway.

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Coach Coulson watched the team carefully, had an enormous faith in his girls. It was all thanks to him, the support of a great Coach and his affection made the team come together and move forward.

The tension brewing slowly, like slow motion. Jennifer kicked again.

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Y/N took control of the ball and ran towards the goal, making the goalkeeper feel the pressure. Everyone in the stands was expectant, excited, if they score one more goal, the nationals would be their next destination.

Timer marked 94:20. The most decisive moment of their lives.

Of course it was a tough game, the ninety minutes of play had been decisive for both teams.

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“Y/N, over here!” Natasha waved at her. If Y/N continued, she might be able to score, but could also be attacked by the two defenders coming at her.

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What to do? She had to choose right now, whether to lose the ball and thereby lose a good opportunity -besides shining as the match's top scorer- or try to play a bit and give it to Nat, winning the whole game. Y/N decided to do a long pass towards Natasha, who with a header scored the goal they needed to win the match.

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Natasha screamed, knowing that it was the decisive moment. The referee blew his whistle and the game ended.

Everyone in the stands jumped up and down, cheering, clapping and laughing just as much as the players.

Y/N ran over to Natasha and jumped for the redhead to catch her in a big hug, her teammates quickly following behind.

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Westview Yellowjackets 4 – Newport Hydras 3

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“Good shot!” Nat congratulated Y/N who just smiled, so damn happy.

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They all laughed as the goalkeeper, Monica, ran towards them from the other side of the field screaming.

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‘AND THAT’S IT! THE  NEW JERSEY ‘YELLOWJACKETS’ ARE GOING TO NATIONALS! WE’RE IN, WESTVIEW!’ reported Peter Parker, a freshman student ‘working’ for the school radio from the stands.

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“WE’RE GOING TO NATIONALS!” Y/N yelled as her team lifted her into the air. ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ It was incredible, everything she ever dreamed of was coming true. Despite the fact that her life was falling apart at times, Y/N managed to reach an unexpected place with her friends.

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They all formed a circle and began that typical ritual, chanting: “BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!”

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It was a beautiful day in New Jersey, a wonderful morning in Westview’s suburbs.

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The girl parked her mom’s car outside the Romanoffs' house, checking the watch to make sure they would make it to class on time.

What she didn't expect was to see a black-haired girl come out of one of the bedroom’s window, sneaking through the bushes to escape, but not before seeing that Y/N caught her.

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Shaking her head, Y/N just waited another ten minutes until Natasha left her house in a bit of a hurry, but still walking with a unique elegance. Her red hair was wet so she must have taken a quick bath.

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“Hey, Y/N/N. Good morning.”

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“Morning.” Y/N handed over the coffee she picked up earlier and kept her own. “This one is for you.”

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“My lifesaver.  Everything okay?” Natasha asked after kissing her best friend's cheek.

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“Peachy.” Y/N finally started the car and drove out of the place quickly, hurrying so she could be on time. Didn't want to miss chemistry class again.

ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, enjoying the song on the radio, ‘Mr. Jones’ by Counting Crows.

Natasha turned to see her and smiled mischievously at what she would do. Without further ado, she stretched out her finger to remove the cassette and put the radio, playing a much more fun song.

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“Oh, sorry. Were you listening to that?” Nat teased. She always did that.

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“No, no.” Y/N just shrugged, going along with her joke. “It fell into the tape deck, and I accidentally pressed play.”

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But the russian girl didn't say anything, just looked out the window hoping that would wake her up more than coffee. Of course she hadn't slept all night.

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“I saw Jules come out of your room.” Y/N couldn't wait to say it.  “What happened to no distractions before nationals? Ripping off the Band-Aid and all that?”

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“Yep.” Natasha just pursed her lips, she didn't have much to say. She was guilty.

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“Is that all you're gonna say?” Y/N just shook her head, really annoyed. “You swore to me that it was the last time!”

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“I know…” Natasha didn't seem very sorry. “It’s just-”

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“You'll break her heart.” She stopped her before Nat could go on.

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“Why does it bother you so much what we do?” Natasha sighed in defeat, crossing her arms. She definitely didn't understand why all of this had to be such a big deal. “It's not like I force her to do it, okay? Jules wants to have sex with me.”

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“Because she's my cousin and I didn't beat your ass just because you're my friend!” Y/N growled. “You’ll go to Yale, she’s going to Harvard. You don't want anything serious with her... and she's in love with you.”

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Nat just drank her coffee.

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“This has to stop, Natasha.”

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“OK. I promise it's over. I'll talk to her before nationals.” Nat rolled her eyes.

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“After.” Y/N stopped the car and waited for the light to turn green. “We don't need our best midfielder to go in a big depressive hole before the most important game.”

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They both continued chatting about the next game when Natasha frowned, seeing a huge billboard in front of them.

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‘WE’RE PROUD OF OUR BOYS! GO VARSITY FOOTBALL! GO JACKETS!” said the Walker's Pizza billboard.

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John Walker's father -one of the attempts at a good american football player- owned that Pizza restaurant, the man was always really annoyed by their success.

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“The hell is this bullshit?” Natasha scoffed.

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“What?” Y/N frowned, looking at the billboard. “These assholes were under 500 all season!”

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“Y/N, honk at that thing.” Nat patted Y/N's shoulder and opened the window, ready to scream.

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“They're just gonna think we're, like, saluting mediocre football.” The brunette smirked. Sometimes her friend was incredibly crazy, but was always by her side.

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“No, they'll know.” Nat persisted, grinning widely as Y/N slowed down so she could yell: “Try undefeated, bitches!”

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Y/N chuckled. “Oh my God, Nat!”

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“We're going to motherfucking nationaaaals!” Natasha whooped and Y/N sped up, laughing so hard.

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The girls' locker room looked quite lively, full of energy, especially when Jennifer walked in with her radio playing loud Salt N' Pepa's 'Shoop', making the girls to start dancing.

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Of course, winning a decisive match and being two days away from fucking nationals made everyone have a good mood. Those girls were the pride and celebrity of the whole town.

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“Here I go, here I go, here I go again! Girls, what's my weakness?! Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business!” They all sang as they finished changing clothes, even Jessica Jones -who was the grumpiest of all- was dancing.

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Natasha moved through the dancing girls as Y/N smiled looking at them, finishing painting an adorable bee on Titania's cheek.

The door to the changing room opened, a girl with brown hair and huge glasses went in looking for the team captain. Some girls started to make fun of the girl, throwing some clothes and calling her 'Braces’, but Wanda just ignored them.

ㅤㅤㅤ That was when she was ten years old, she didn't even wear braces anymore, she didn't understand how those girls didn't get over that.

Wanda Maximoff, Coach Coulson's assistant, carried a big bag of new jackets for the girls.

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“Coach Coulson said that everything is ready.” She handed the bag to Natasha. “Principal Fury send this... Each has their own here. After the pep rally, we will go to practice.”

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“Thanks, Wanda.”  Natasha nodded began to hand out the jackets to each of the girls, they were all delighted.  Screaming excited.

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Wanda just nodded and turned to leave, but not before looking at Y/N who just looked at her completely dazed. Oh, she was so in love with that girl and would never admit it.

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“Hey, Y/N.”  Wanda smiled shyly.

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Y/N cleared her throat.  “Hey, Wands. All good?”

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She felt her heart jump out of her chest every time she saw Wanda. Y/N had a crush since Freshman year, when she met her. Wanda had just arrived from Sokovia, she wasn't as good at socializing as Pietro. Her only friend was a girl named Darcy Lewis, a dork like she was.

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At that time Y/N had failed two tests and Wanda agreed to help her, otherwise, she couldn't continue playing on the team. But since that day, Y/N couldn't see another girl that wasn't that adorable sokovian, with a gloomy look and black eyeliner.

Of course she couldn't do anything, Wanda was straight and had a stupid crush on Jeremy Sumpter, fucking Peter Pan.

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“All good. The bee is cute by the way.”

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“Thanks.” Y/N smiled. All the girls on the team were silent, making the moment even more tense.  “Going to the bonfire party tonight?”

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“I don’t know yet. Vision said he'd pick me up later, maybe take me on a surprise date.” She smiled a bit nervous again and decided to leave, somewhat in a hurry.

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Y/N said nothing, just babbled like a fish out of water seeing her go. As soon as Wanda walked through the door, all the girls began to whistle and tease her, yelling: 'Y/N has a crush on Braces!'

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“Oh, shut up you all. Told you to stop calling her like that!” The brunette grunted and shook her head, painting Titania's face. The girl seemed somewhat nervous.

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“You all right?” Y/N watched as Titania looked worried.  “It's just a pep rally.”

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“I’m okay.”

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“Honestly, I think the whole point is just to give freshmen something to jerk off to later.” She tried to be supportive but the girl didn't seem to take it very well.

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“Told you I'm not nervous.” Titania tried to appear disinterested, but Y/N just rolled her eyes.  “I'm the only freshman who got asked, you know?”

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“Are you sure of that?” Y/N just watched Jules who was coming, exchanging amused glances. The Boston girl only covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

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“It's so unfair.” Titania whined like a baby.  It wasn't the end of the world either, but for her, it was.  “My dress was gonna be amazing.”

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“Well, hey, at least you can wear it next year.” Jules tried to cheer her up as she put on some lipstick.

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Titania narrowed her eyes, somewhat annoyed.  “You don't get it, Jules, 'cause nobody asked you.”

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Clenching her jaw hard, incredulous at that girl's words, Y/N smiled wryly.

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“Okay, you're done, dipshit. Outta my face.” She pushed Titania away, who just rolled her eyes.

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The brunette looked at Jules, who was just smiling surprised.

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“Jesus Christ! Does someone want to tell to that primadonna to maybe worry less about prom and more about not fucking up nationals?” Jules looked at herself in the mirror one more time, fixing her hair. Carol reached over to do the same, tucking it into a side braid.

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“Don't worry, you look hot anyway. Surely someone will invite you.” Carol winked at her and Y/N rolled her eyes again.

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“Come on, Danvers. But about Titania… If she plays like she did at states… We don't have a chance at nationals.”

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“Well, don't worry about that my friend. That's not gonna happen, I've got that covered..” Carol's voice and the way she said that was so sure about it, that it was a bit weird. Neither Y/N nor Jules said anything, Carol was sometimes a bit rough, but definitely an amazing friend.

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“Okay, Yellowjackets. Let’s go!”

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The bleachers of that gym were occupied by all the students of that school.  Some seemed excited while others seemed fed up, sick of having to attend to this.

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The team's signature blue and yellow colors graced the walls, along with huge banners reading 'GO YELLOWJACKETS!' 'WE CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR!’ ‘YOU'RE NOW ENTERING IN OUR TERRITORY!'

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“All right, let's hear it for the boys! Let's give the boys a hand!” Principal Fury said, thanking the football team who lost again. There was scattered applause, John Walker's face telling how embarrassed he felt to be there right now. It was priceless. “Thanks, guys. You did your best.”

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Pietro chuckled but Wanda nudged him, shushing him. Both were next to Coach Coulson, who was waiting for his team with enormous pride.

Nicholas Fury cleared his throat, now grinning widely.

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“Now, our next act needs no introduction, so let's all just make some noise for your New Jersey State Girls' Soccer Champions!” Fury exclaimed excitedly pointing to the entrance. ㅤㅤㅤ

‘It's such a good vibration, it's such a sweet sensation’ That catchy song began to play and everyone started shouting and whooping, dancing to that song, even those who didn't want to be there couldn't help it.

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The crowd began to cheer as soon as they saw how the girls trotted in with elegance and proud smiles. Their hair moved in a divine way, they were not going to deny that being on the winning team gave them immediate popularity. Even those who were the 'weirdos'.

Wanda's huge eyes lit up when she saw how those girls moved in slow motion, totally fascinated. Wasn't going to deny that she admired them, especially since she couldn't play. That is why she was satisfied with helping the Coach and, of course, Yale valued if you were on the winning team.

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“Buzz, buzz, buzz!” The crowd was chanting.

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All the girls smiled and applauded, grateful that everyone received them with such kindness, although some seemed a bit shy. Y/N turned around to see Nat, their looks shared an enormous happiness as big as their smiles.

This was all they wanted in their lives. They would do anything to win that game. They wanted to be champions.

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The moon was shining high in the sky, the relaxing noise of the fire and the warmth of it was welcoming. It was quite a nice night. 'I'm Only Happy When It Rains' by Garbage played while some guys were surrounding the huge bonfire on the woods.

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Y/N got out of the car along with Natasha and Jules, it seemed to be a nice party. Some guys brought some beer barrels, pizzas and good music.

She hated going out to these parties but, what the hell, they had a lot to celebrate. Right? It was a tradition every year, to start that year with a good party.

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They approached their teammates who were gathered sharing a few beers and laughs.

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“Hey, they’re here!” Valkyrie said laughing out loud, she definitely smoked something with Carol and Jessica.

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Y/N rolled her eyes when she saw Carol a bit wasted, but still accepting one of the beers the girls offered.

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The brunette couldn't even look at her, not since in afternoon practice. It was all a shit show. Carol kicked Titania so hard she'd knocked her out of the game and out of nationals. The girl ended up with her broken leg, and of course Y/N thought Carol did that on purpose.

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On the other side of the party, Wanda sighed deeply, looking around really uncomfortable. Of course she liked being with her boyfriend, but she admitted that the people Vision surrounded himself with were stupid and irresponsible.

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Vision kept up talking with Tony, Rhodes, Bruce Banner, and some other dude she didn't know his name. The small group of nerds who were also lazy assholes. Especially Tony Stark, who believed that with daddy’s money would solve everything.

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“What am I doing here again?”  Wanda whispered as Vision leaned in to kiss her cheek.

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“Come on, you need this.” Vision said while drinking some beer. “You need to socialize more, Wanda. Also tomorrow you're going on that trip...”

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“I’m okay with who I am, thanks.” She crossed her arms, looking away.

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“Bloody hell, Wanda! Why are you so obnoxious today?”  Vision frowned.

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Wanda was going to answer that with a 'fuck you', but she decided to sigh and calm down. Especially when Vision was the one who was going to take her home later.

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“One of the girls broke her leg in practice today and won't be able to go to Nationals tomorrow. A lot of blood, a lot of stress.” She winced thinking of Titania. “Though the whole team seems to give a shit tho.”

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She looked up to see how everyone was there celebrating, but her gaze landed on Y/N, who was the only one of them she liked, maybe Jules or Natasha sometimes.

Laughing at one of Jennifer's jokes, Y/N turned to find the person she most expected to see at this party.

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Wanda was there, watching her. She looked so beautiful, she was wearing a beautiful long shirt and dark jeans. Her hair was down, of course she was still wearing those huge glasses that made her look adorable.

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Y/N smiled and waved at her, but all her joy vanished when Wanda cupped Vision’s face and kissed him, causing endless sensations in Y/N and none of them were good.

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“Dude, you're so in love with her. Give up. She has a boyfriend, even if he’s a asshole. The emo girl loves the dick.” Jules stood next to her, drinking some beer.

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Y/N turned to look at her, trying not to say anything she would regret. “Why don't you mind your business? Especially with Natasha, where is she now, huh? Surely behind Stark's truck eating another girl’s pussy.”

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Her cousin seemed quite hurt and surprised by those words. Clearly she answered in the worst way, but right now she had no time to put up with other people's feelings. She warned Jules many times. Clenching her jaw to bear the anger, Y/N decided to walk away for a while when she bumped into Carol, who was pouring herself another beer cup.

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“You should calm down, we have a flight tomorrow.” Y/N said completely annoyed.

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“Yeah, boss. Whatever.”  Danvers just rolled her eyes, didn't have to put up with anyone.

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“I admire your resilience, Danvers.” Y/N hissed as she moved closer, perhaps a bit intimidating.  “Can't be easy, knowing you fucking crippled someone today.”

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Carol laughed wryly and just turned to leave. “Cool. Good talk.”

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Y/N wasn’t going to stay like this, walked after her willing to continue the fight. “Just admit you did it on purpose.”

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“Excuse me?” Carol turns to face her.

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“You heard me.”  They both stood facing each other, staring at each other for a few seconds until Carol shook her head.

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“You're wasted, Y/N.”

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“And you're a fucking sociopath.” The brunette moved towards her but Carol pushed her away. At that moment Jules decided to intervene, along with Valkyrie who positioned herself next to Carol.

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“Whoa! Calm down.” Jules got between them both, trying to push Y/N away but her cousin refused.

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“No! Listen, you guys, we don't have to worry about the Titania problem anymore.” Y/N yelled pointing at the blonde. “…because Carol fixed it for us.”

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“What?” Kate Bishop frowned, not understanding what they were talking about.  Kate and Yelena were almost the only freshmen babies being accepted into the team.  “What's she talking about?”

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“She's talking about Carol's little plan.” Yelena scoffed, shaking her head.

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“Oh, please. Since when do you give a shit anyway? You hardly care about the team, baby widow.” Carol rolled her eyes.

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“Guys, come on. This is not the time to talk about it, we are all drunk and tomorrow we have a flight.” Jules tried to calm things down.

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“Don't you have a bong to hit or a dick to suck? Oh, yeah, you do Nat’s pussy.” Carol's eyes narrowed, she was so drunk.

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“Don't talk to her that way!” Y/N defended Jules quickly, pointing to Carol.

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“Oh, fuck off, Y/N!” Jules narrowed her eyes, finally exploding.  “I don't need you to defend me. Last time I checked, you were asking Natasha to leave me. What did you just say? Oh, yes, minding my own business!”

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“Okay, seriously, what are you talking about?” Kate asked again but was startled when they all yelled at her:

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“Shut the fuck up, Kate!”

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“Okay, come on guys, stop it.”  Jennifer moved closer to try to calm them down.

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“Somebody needs to take her wasted ass home.” Y/N hissed looking at Carol but the blonde was finally done.

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“Say that again, bitch. Say that again!”

“I will say it again!”

They finished the distance and began to push each other when the girls intervened again. Y/N and Carol tried to break free and hit each other.

But some guys around them started shouting 'GIRLS FIGHT!' when they saw the whole situation, drawing the attention of Natasha who was busy flirting with a girl far away.

ㅤㅤㅤ The redhead approached her friends who were still screaming at each other and yelled:

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“That's it! Enough!” Natasha got between them and pushed them both.  “You all, with me. NOW!”

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They all fell silent and looked around as everyone looked at them surprised or amused. Feeling a little embarrassed, Y/N just nodded and walked after Natasha.

They all moved far enough from the party not to be heard, staying in a clearing between the trees.

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“I don't know what the fuck that was, but I do know that it's over.” Natasha turned to face them, shaking her head. Couldn't believe that they did this one day before the most awaited day for all.  “We're about to go to nationals.”

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Y/N just pursed her lips, knowing that she was right but was carried away by jealousy and anger.

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“And based on what I'm looking at right now, we might as well not even bother getting on that plane.”  Natasha looked at them one by one, but none of them said anything. They just drank their beer and looked the other way, like scolded puppies.

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“All right. Everybody line up.” The russian commanded.

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“Nat, come on…” Y/N tried but Nat just gave her a deadly look.

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“No, I'm fucking serious. Line up!”

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The annoyance in Natasha's voice made them all settled into a row. She could be quite imposing when she wanted it to. Not for nothing was the team captain.

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“Here's what we're gonna do. I want each of you to go down this line and say one nice, true thing about every other girl on this team.” Nat walked in front of them.

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“What is this, fucking Girl Scout camp?” Carol rolled her eyes, making Valkyrie laugh. Y/N was going to shut her up but Natasha went first.

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“Do you want to go first, Danvers?” Natasha cocked her head, daring her to, but Carol said nothing. She just pressed her lips together.

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“Okay. I'll go first.” Natasha stood in front of Y/N.  “Y/N… You have more fight in you than anyone I've ever known. I'm inspired by your determination.”

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Surprised by those words, Y/N didn't know what to say. Finally someone noticed her, Natasha noticing that she was always by her side.  That made her feel good.

Not even her mom cared that much about her.

Natasha walked over to Kate, who was looking at her like an expectant puppy.

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 “Kate Bishop… Your smile makes me feel happy every time I see it.”

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The Bishop girl smiled happily. Nat kept walking standing in front of Yelena, who was raising an eyebrow. Come on, she was her sister.

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“Yelena… I love that you don't care what anybody thinks and you're so completely yourself.”

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“She's also deadly at beer pong.” Y/N added and they all chuckled.

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“So, go on. Tell her.” Nat pushed them to tell each other what they though.

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Despite the fact that many did not seem to want to, they all turned to see those in front of them. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Jennifer, you have very shiny hair and I love it.”  Daisy Johnson told her friend who just smiled tenderly.

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“Thank you, Daisy. I like that you’re presistent, motivated and really brave.”

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Y/N stood in front of Carol who hesitated to do it, keeping her hands in the jacket pockets. They both looked quite uncomfortable doing this.

Swallowing, the brunette broke the silence. “I'm sorry, for what I said before, about you... I was mad about something else.”

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“I didn't…” Carol started and bite her lips, trying not to show the sensitivity within. Life taught her that she had to be tough, but her eyes filled with tears. “You know, mean to hurt her. It really was an accident, I didn't mean to do it. I was such a dick cause I was angry at myself.”

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Y/N nodded and just hugged her.

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“Are we cool then?” Carol asked something afraid of losing a friend.

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“I don’t know…You haven't said anything nice about me yet.” Y/N joked and they both laughed.

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Natasha turned to see Jules, who was looking at her a little excited to hear her.  “What?”

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“You haven't said anything to me.” The girl smiled flirtatiously.

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Nat rolled her eyes and chuckled, standing in front of her.  “Jules, you never talk shit unless someone really deserves it.”

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The girl smiled widely, nodding.

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“You are a really good dancer... and you have seriously questionable taste in music... You can't hold your liquor for shit.” Nat continued, a little nervous but sincere. “But you're the only one who's always been there for me.”

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Feeling her heart pound, Jules felt on cloud nine. Oh, she was so in love with Natasha that she couldn't deny it anymore.

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“You're the best friend I've ever had.”  The redhead put her hand on the girl's shoulder, knowing that this would end up breaking any hope. “You know that, right?”

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Jules didn't know what to say, really. Feeling her heart break inside and her eyes filled with tears, but didn't allow herself to cry.

The brown-eyed girl just nodded.  “Yeah. I know.”

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Y/N watched that situation from afar and was grateful that it was that way. Natasha wasn't in love with Jules, she had to let go of all those hopes with her. Would be the best.

She walked to the bonfire, smiling to see that an adorable sokovian was pouring some beer from the barrel.

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“Hey.”

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“Hi.” Wanda smiled kindly.

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“Enjoying the party?”

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“Yeah, it is… pretty… interesting.” Wanda stammered, watching out of the corner of her eye as some of the boys played a game of who drank the most beer in the least amount of time possible. Oh, wishing she could be home right now.

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“I heard everything that happened there…” She lowered her gaze, somewhat embarrassed but also curious.  “All good?”

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“Yeah, everything is fine. We had a fight but we were able to work it out, nothing to screw up the nationals.”

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“I’m glad you all worked it out.” Wanda looked her up. “I understand that you were upset. I was also when I saw Titania like that. Even if she was a dick…”

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Y/N shrugged. “I know Carol didn't want to hurt her on purpose, she's an idiot sometimes but…she's not an total asshole.”

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“It's good to know that. She doesn't seem like a crazy aggressive bitch even though she is a jerk sometimes.”

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They both looked at each other for a moment, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable between them.

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“You look beautiful today.”  Y/N said without even thinking about it, and she didn't regret it. It was getting harder and harder to hide her feelings for Wanda. Come on, everyone knew.

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“Thank you.” Those words surprised her, she wasn’t used to hear that. Well, not from anyone other than Vision, he was rarely so…romantic.  “You look cool, as always. I like your leather jacket.”

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Y/N looked at herself, she was wearing a white half sleeve shirt and tight-fitting jeans.  For one day she left her varsity jacket behind.

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“Thanks.”

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The flames of the fire moved back and forth in a mesmerizing way, making Wanda's beautiful eyes pop more, looking adorable.

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Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water. That song seemed to invite them to lose each other, unite and never let go again. Like two kindred spirits claiming, pushing and pulling each other back.

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“I’ve to go… Vision is waiting for me.” Wanda broke the tension, scared of the connection that the two of them could have.

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“Yeah, it looks like he's waiting for you.” Y/N said ironically and drank some beer, the boy didn't even seem to care that his girlfriend wasn't there.

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“Why's that?” Wanda narrowed her eyes somewhat annoyed.

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“You know he doesn't deserve you, don't you?” Y/N just shook her head, now she was talking too much because she was drunk, and even though she knew it, didn't stop. “He spends all the time flirting with Eve, with Mantis, with Virginia. Come on, Wanda…”

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Wanda didn't say anything, she just crossed her arms and pursed her lips trying to calm the anger. In the end, she just chuckled wryly, rather disappointed. ㅤㅤㅤ “Now I can see it, you're not that different from your friends. Fuck you, Y/N.”

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“Why me? I’m not the one who’s cheating on you.”

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“And yet, I still choose him. Not you.” The Sokovian shook her head and walked away.

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“Whatever!” Y/N sighed and looks at the beer cup before taking a sip. “Sure your boyfriend is waiting for you.” Out of the corner of her eye Y/N saw how Wanda walked away, hugging Vision’s waist.

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Next morning was all chaos.

Waking up with a hell of hangover, after a good sandwich and some juice for breakfast, Y/N  finished packing everything in the suitcase.

She sighed deeply, looking around her bedroom one last time. Posters of bands like 'Garbage,' 'No Doubt' or singers like Alanis Morrisette surrounded her. Many books on the shelves, and some stuffed animals.

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The gameboy was on the table, charging the battery. CD player was in her backpack as well as some of her favorite discs, she would surely take advantage of the flight to listen to music and read or play.

The biggest adventure awaited her and she didn't know it.

Y/N took the suitcase and her backpack and went downstairs, finding her mother passed out on the couch last night. A half-filled glass of whiskey, she still had her robe and pajamas, and bottles on the floor told Y/N she'd been drinking all night.

Feeling so tired of this, and kinda grateful to go and leave all this chaos for a while.

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“Mom, wake up… I've to go.” Y/N tried to wake up her mom but it was impossible.  “MOM!”

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Y/N clenched her jaw and ended up giving in to the anger, walking to the door and slamming it shut.

She was so damn upset, so hurt that her mom hadn't even considered that this was HER day. Didn't expect her to make breakfast or  kiss her forehead before go, but inside… the hope sometimes played really cruel tricks.

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Sighing, Y/N waited outside the house with arms crossed for ten minutes until the car pulled up. Jules waved at her, next to her was a woman with dark brown hair, small brown eyes, and chubby cheeks. She honked three times, making Y/N smile.

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“Hey there, cutie!” Auntie Claire got out of the car and hugged her like a big bear, then helped to put the suitcase in the trunk. Y/N  got into the back of the car, as Claire sped away from the house.

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“You okay?”  Jules asked, she knew her perfectly.

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“She didn't even realize that I left, she was wasted, dude.” Y/N just shook her head, looking out the window.

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Jules didn't say anything, Auntie Claire and her looked at each other, knowing that woman perfectly. It wasn't the first time nor the last time to be honest. Y/N’s mom had always been a jerk to Y/N, especially the past few years.

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“Sorry, sweetie.” Aunt Claire looking at Y/N in the rearview mirror. “My sister has always been a bit… difficult… always.”

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“It’s okay, auntie.” Auntie Claire was always trying to make her feel better, she leaned down to put a hand on her aunt's shoulder. “Thank you for coming for me.”

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“Oh, don't worry, dear. You know I'll always be there for you.”

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Aunt Claire drove them to the airport, but not before buying a bunch of sweets that they all shared.

The lady escorted them to the boarding area, hugging them tightly and wishing them both a safe and beautiful trip. She apologized for not being able to go see the game, but she had to stay home and finish some work. That was a lie, she planned to travel tonight and surprise them tomorrow.

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“Bye, auntie Claire.” Y/N hugged her again before grabbing the backpack and walking towards the boarding zone.

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“Bye, mom!” Jules kissed Claire's cheek and ran to catch up with Y/N. “Love you!”

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“Bye, kids! Remember, the most important thing is to have fun! Love you!” The lady tenderly yelled at them, waving her hand.

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“Here, I'll give you guys a hand.” Pietro offered to help some girls as they walked down the aisle of the plane, looking for a seat.

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Wanda just rolled her eyes knowing how flirtatious Pietro was. She just kept walking until she found an empty seat and put her bag in the luggage compartment.

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“Wicked.” Jules whispered smiling while looking at that plane, it looked much smaller than the ones she knew but still, quite good. She took a seat next to Daisy, who was also quite excited.

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“I can't believe your dad paid for a private plane.” Jennifer  said to Hope Van Dyne, who was sipping her smoothie and sitting in one of the front seats.

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“It's pretty much his only form of parenting.” Hope shrugged. “I guess I'll take it.”

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“Well, thank you, Mr. Van Dyne!” They all exclaimed at the same time, laughing.

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“All right, hustle up.” Coach Ward settled into one of the seats, looking that everyone was doing the same. Couch Coulson was already in Seattle, finishing up some paperwork or something. “It's gonna be a long flight.”

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[pilot over speakers] ‘This is your captain. Our flight plan to Seattle has us going a bit farther north than expected. We're gonna try to avoid a storm system that's coming in. Should get some great views of the Canadian Rockies.’

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Pietro returned to sit next to Wanda, who had saved his place by the window.

He settled and buckled in, noticing that Wanda kept moving her leg and playing with the rings on those soft hands. Something she did whenever she felt nervous.

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“You okay, sestra?” Pietro raised an eyebrow.

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Wanda didn't say anything, just nodded and faked the kindest smile she could. But not good enough to fool her twin brother.

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“Remember when you came to Hilton Head with us in second grade and you cried the whole flight?” Pietro reached into his backpack and pulled out a bag, Twizzlers plus two delicious packs of Marinela's Pingüinos.  “I brought these for you. I know you love them, always help you feel better. I also saw that you forgot some of your cassettes on the kitchen table, so I brought them for you.”

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He handed the bag to Wanda who just smiled and squeezed her brother's hand, totally grateful.

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“I know you're doing this for me, coming on the trip when you shouldn't.” Wanda rested her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

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“I know. I'm basically the best brother you have.” He smiled all smug.

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“You’re the only brother I have.” Wanda smiled, they stayed that way for a moment until the boy gave her his  Hummel jacket, that one he loved so much. The one with some cool white arrows on the sides of the sleeves.

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“And take this, in case you're cold. It's a good luck charm. Now nothing can touch you.”

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Wanda chuckles softly.

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From afar, Sharon Carter watched this and tried to get the attention of one of her friends.

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“Psst. Dottie. Look at the weirdbros.” Sharon nodded at the twins, making her friend laugh.

What they didn't expect is that Y/N was listening behind them, so she kicked her seat making them jump.

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“Stop saying that or I’ll break your fucking leg too.” Y/N said between her teeth, making Sharon open her eyes wide like a scared mouse and settle back into the seat.  “You’re still in trial period, baby-Yellowjacket.”

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Next to Y/N, Natasha just smiled and shook her head.

The plane finally took off towards Seattle and everyone cheered, although as the pilot said, they would make a detour for a moment to avoid a huge storm without knowing that soon, their lives would change radically.

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Like every day, Wanda Maximoff got up early to make breakfast for the kids. Vision left two hours ago, he was in too much of a hurry saying  he had to get to an important meeting or something.

She waited for the bus to pick up the twins, then did the laundry -she cursed Vision three times under her breath for getting lipstick or tomato sauce on a shirt, she didn't know what the fuck was exactly-and finished cleaning the house.

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Her life has been the same for years, a routine life, boring perhaps… and she never knew exactly why. She changed a lot, although physically not so much. Wanda stepped out of the lovely suburban home in Westview, a pretty, family-friendly place. She kindly greeted her nosy neighbor and began to water the plants, until something caught her eye.

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“What the hell…” She murmured, half of those plants were bitten, completely devoured.

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At that moment, a blonde woman got out of her car and walked slowly towards the entrance. Wanda was looking at her flowers, muttering some insults in Sokovian, didn't seem very happy.

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“Aphids?”  The blonde asked, taking off her sunglasses.

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“Rabbits.” Wanda looked up, surprised to find someone in the garden, but above all, someone she didn't know.

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“Poor little guys.” The woman chuckled softly, getting closer. “Just trying to survive, I guess.”

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Wanda brushed the dirt from her hands and approached the woman.  “I'm sorry, do we know each other?”

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“Christine Everhart, Westview’s Ledger. I left you a few voice mails.” Christine wrinkles her nose knowing that Wanda wouldn't take that well, and she was right.

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“Right.” Wanda exhaled and turned to leave. “Fuck off, Christine.”

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“Wanda, wait. Wait!” The reporter walked after her, trying to stop her.

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“I don't talk to reporters, but I'm guessing you already know that.” Wanda opened the door ready to lock herself in her house.

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“I know that you've been letting other people tell your story. People who barely knew you, and they are making a lot of money doing it.” The blonde couldn't believe how she didn't talk about what happened on that trip. How come none of them spoke?

Everyone was eager to know what the hell happened, the huge mystery that surrounded the Yellowjackets for seventeen years.

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“Five minutes. That's all I ask.” Christine begged with her best puppy face.  “If you don't like what I have to say, I will leave you alone. Promise.”

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Hesitating for a moment, Wanda looked around, then allowed the reporter into her home. If she was going to get rid of her, she would do it in the least violent way possible or it would get more attention.

Trying to be as polite as possible, Wanda served some coffee for the guest while she organized the stuff she bought in the market.

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“I know what you want to hear.” Wanda opened the fridge and put some meat and vegetables in the fridge.  “But the truth is… the plane crashed, a bunch of my friends died… and the rest of us starved and scavenged and prayed for 19 months, till they finally found us.”

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She took a bunch of bananas and smiled somewhat ironically, leaving it in the fruit bowl. It was so simple, getting food just by leaving the house and walking a few streets.

Everything they lived through that time in the Canadian Rockies had been truly cruel and painful.

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She swallowed hard, remembering with regret. “And that's the end of the story.”

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The reporter nodded and then narrowed her eyes, completely unwilling to believe it was as simple as that.  “I think we both know there's a... bit more to it than that.”

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Christine noted that in one of the bags, there was a 'US WEEKLY' magazine and on the cover was the huge wrecked plane in addition to the headline: ‘LITTLE GIRLS LOST.  17 YEARS LATER: remembering the Yellowjackets tragedy. Where are they now?’

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“I can't imagine what you guys went through out there… Nobody can.”  She tried to pretend, in a very poor way, how sorry she was.

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The brunette approached to take the magazine and put it in a drawer, out of sight.

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“And that is worth something. It's worth a lot, actually.” Christine perched on the breakfast counter.  “Wanda… I can guarantee you a seven-figure book advance right here, right now.”

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Wanda snorted, shaking her head. As if other people or chains had not tried it before, especially with Netflix pushing to do their thing.

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“We could write it together but it's your name on the cover.”

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Wanda looked up, there didn't even seem to be interested. “Mmm, not interested. Sorry.”

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Christine bit her lower lip, trying her last card completely desperate. “What if I told you the others were?”

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Wanda smiled ironically.  “Then I would say that you're lying.”

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“So you're still in touch.” Touché. Christine smiled finding something else, something more than what she knew. “As well as Natasha Romanoff, who you keep as close friends. But how about the others?”

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“I haven't spoken to any of them in years. I would not know how to get ahold of them even if I wanted to.” Rolling her eyes, Wanda seemed more and more disinterested, more uncomfortable and more annoyed. The memory of her friends ached inside, still, so bad.

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“What about Y/N?”  That question caught her off guard. Like an arrow shot straight to her heart, that name made her entire body shudder.

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Wanda shrugged, trying to look uninterested.

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“I moved on, and I genuinely hope that they were able to do the same.” Wanda exhaled deeply, even thinking about Y/N made her stomach drop painfully.  “Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late to...”

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“Wanda, this is the kind of money that could change your life.”

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Wanda closed her eyes, trying to regain all the patience that remained inside her. She hated journalists so much, especially the ones who wrote shit about them and then stood there begging them for a bit of fame.

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“You were a brilliant girl. Straight A's. Early admission to Yale. Is this really how you thought your life was gonna turn out?” Christine snorted, she couldn't believe that the future of that woman was so different from what was expected.

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Wanda tilted her head, making Christine to rethink everything that came out of her mouth. Wanda's look was definitely an imposing one.

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“Sorry.” The journalist stammered.  “I didn't mean to, uh...”

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“I don't give a shit what you meant, you smug little bitch.” Wanda went from being an adorable soccer mom to a much more dangerous woman, a totally cold look. If she had powers, Christine would be in pieces right now.  “You don't know a fucking thing about my life.”

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The coldness in Wanda's gaze made the blonde shiver, but she was grateful that the Sokovian woman just turned around and continued with her business, completely ignoring her.

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“Well... if you change your mind...” The blonde approached to take a pen and write the exact amount that she could offer, and her pone number.

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Wanda just pointed at the door.

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“Get out of my house, my children will arrive soon.”

Hours later, the doorbell rang again, pulling Wanda out of her thoughts. She was grateful that Vision took the kids to the movies.

She hurried to open the door, who quickly entered the house.

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“Sorry, I'm late.”  Natasha apologized, taking off her jacket, feeling the warmth of the home.

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Wanda smiled and they both walked towards the living room. “It’s okay. Do you want some tea or coffee?”

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“No, I’m okay.” Nat licked her lips and sat on the sofa, expectant. She noticed that Vision and the twins were not there, so the urgent call from her friend must be a really important one. “What's going on?”

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“A reporter approached me today.” Wanda handed her the card Christine left. “She said she was with the local paper, but I googled her and she wasn't credited in any bylines anywhere. Maybe it's a fake name.”

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Natasha exhaled, taking the card to look at it. A phone number, the name of the journalist and a rather large number.

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“These people come out of the woodwork every few years on some anniversary or another.” The redhead sighed, shaking her head. She was really exhausted from always having to deal with the same idiots.  “You know that. There's no reason to think this is any different, Wands.”

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“I can think of a few.” Wanda lowered her gaze, playing with her rings.  “We agreed to say no more than we have to, stay out of the public eye. Last night, Jennifer appeared speaking to reporters as she was leaving the Courthouse. ”

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“Wands, she's a lawyer... and a really good one.”

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“No, Nat, I mean it… If someone's digging, we are all fucked.” Wanda got up to help herself to a little more coffee, maybe that wasn't helping so much. “You’re a cop. Take care of it.”

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“I’ll do it, don’t worry.” she sighed somewhat tired.

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Noticing that Natasha was telling her the truth, Wanda nodded much more relaxed.  “Thank you.”

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Nat didn't say anything, just moved closer so she could take her hand and squeeze it gently. After a little silence, Wanda hesitated whether to ask what she wanted so much but ended up doing it. “Have you talked to her?”

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Natasha pursed her lips. “All I know was she was in rehab. Again.”

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Feeling deep sorrow and sadness upon hearing that, Wanda nodded. “And there's still no sign of the others?”

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“Not for months.” The Russian played with that card between her fingers.

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“Then we're fine. We’re okay.” Wanda tried to calm down. Maybe she was being too paranoid, but her whole life she was surrounded by all these crazy people wanting to know what they did in that place. “I just don't want to hurt my kids.”

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“Don’t worry, okay?” Nat reached out to hug her tightly, knowing it was all her best friend needed.  “Twins are safe. Long as nobody does anything crazy... we have nothing to worry about.”

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“Thank you, Nat.” Wanda closed her eyes, losing in that hug for a while until they moved away.

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“I've to go now.” The redhead put her jacket back on and walked towards the door with Wanda. “She's going to be so upset if I don't show up for dinner tonight. I made a promise.”

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“She’s too good. Say hi to your wife for me.” Wanda opened the door and kissed Nat’s cheek, watching her walk away.  “Tell Jules the Pavlova dessert was delicious, the kids loved it.”

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“She’s amazing at cooking, right? I feel very lucky sometimes.” Nat smiled fondly and then walked to her car.  “Love you, Wands. Take care.”

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Wanda stayed in the doorway, watching her friend drive away. Losing herself in thoughts once more.

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With the gaze lost in the swell of the waves, the sound of the seagulls and the beautiful landscape, Y/N tried to drown out all the chaos of her mind. ㅤㅤㅤ

Seventeen years later and a lot of pain, she was there. Her hair was a bit shorter, but she hadn't changed much. She seemed more mature, a scar on her eyebrow marked a change in her. She was wearing this huge dark T-shirt from some band so old, that no young man would recognize it.

Sitting with her eyes closed, she tried to meditate for a long time, breathing deeply and exhaling slowly. But of course there was always something that got in her way.

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“Y/N, time for group.”

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Until that stupid voice kicked her out of her paradise. Y/N cocked her head to see how that blonde boy invited her to attend the meeting. That stupid face of fake kindness made her stomach churn.

Anyway, she decided to take another deep breath and nodded, getting up to walk to the therapy room.

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About fifteen minutes later, she was sitting across from all these people she didn't even know well, talking about their own problems.

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“Remember, anger can be good.” Said the counselor, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts.

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“Sure tell that to my parole officer.” One of the women in the group complained, she seemed quite upset. “I mean, all I'm saying is this bitch cut me in line.”

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“Y/N?” The counselor looked at her, expecting that this time she would speak.  “Seeing as how this is your last day with us, any final inspirations you'd like to pass on to the group?”

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After a few seconds of silence, Y/N sighed, leaning back in the chair. “Purpose. Find a purpose.”

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She licked her lips and noticed how everyone listened carefully to everything she was going to say. Didn't know if it was because they were really interested in her or just because she was a Yellowjacket, and those were morbid bastards.

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“I used to think all the drinking, drugs and the sex…” Y/N inhaled deeply. “I used to think I did those things because of… what happened out there.”

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Y/N’s gaze was lost. She could still hear the screams, could still feel the hunger, could still feel the cold burning her skin.  

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“What I... saw.” Y/N murmured, remembering the sound of the plane crashing. The screams of who her friends were. “What I... did.”

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“Oh, my God. What did you do?!” One of the girls in the group ended up exploding, expectant and exhausted from never knowing the answer.  “You literally never told us.”

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“Zip it, Ariana!” She was silenced by another one.

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“Anyway, the real reason is much simpler.” Y/N spoke again, coming back to reality.  “After they rescued us, I lost my purpose and thanks to my time here... I finally know how to get it back.”

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The group therapy ended and after saying goodbye to everyone, Y/N sat on the steps at the entrance of that place, waiting for the cab that would soon pick her up.

She didn't have many belongings other than a suitcase with clothes and her keys.

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Y/N sighed, wishing with all her heart that she could have a cigarette but decided to look for something in the pocket of the leather jacket.

It was postcard, someone sent it with her mail, of course she didn't have mail so that had definitely surprised Y/N a lot. ㅤㅤㅤ The postcard had a beautiful landscape of the Canadian Rockies and a typical: WISH YOU WERE HERE!

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But the strange thing about this was the drawing on it, in a reddish color. Some kind of symbol, starting with a circle, a triangle as the body and four lines on the sides of it. But the last of the lines went through the triangle and below, a kind of hook.

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Of course she recognized that fucking symbol perfectly, whoever sent it knew what they did.

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The cab lights blinded her for a moment. She took the suitcase and got into the taxi, happy to get the hell out of that damn place.

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“Where to?” The driver asked, watching her in the rearview mirror.

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“You pick up a lot of people here?” Y/N raised an eyebrow.

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“A few, sure.”

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Y/N chuckled softly. “How many go straight to a bar?”

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“You want to go to a bar?”

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Y/N thought about it for a moment and then settled into the seat.  “LAX. I'll catch a red-eye flight.”

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The taxi moved forward leaving that place behind and with it, a completely different Y/N. The dark-haired girl took a chewing gum, closing her eyes as she tasted it.

Wishing with all her heart that everything turned out well.

After six hours of flight and two large cups of coffee, Y/N opened the door of that self-storage on the outskirts of New Jersey. It was quite a safe place and very discreet, that's why she had left her baby there.

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She swallowed hard when she saw the car, covered by a huge dusty sheet which she carefully removed, uncovering that wonderful car.

It was a beautiful black Porsche Carrera 993, still immaculate, still badass.

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Y/N slid her fingers over its roof, caressing it gently and reliving so many memories. Her heart sank as she remembered Auntie Claire’s smile when she was driving the Carrera.

She held on and closed her eyes, knowing that she should live in reality and not in those memories. Once she was able to get over all those bad feelings that tried to drown her, Y/N walked to the trunk to look for some stuff.

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A sports bag with money, some documents and passports, but mostly a gun,a shotgun and some bullets. She covered everything quickly with the same sheet. ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“Nice ride.”

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That male voice forced her to turn around quickly. A man in his fifties and rather good-natured appearance was watching her from afar.

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“Sorry. I'm Dave. The manager.” Dave smiled friendly.

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“Hi, Dave.” Y/N arched an eyebrow, waiting for the man to say something else.

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“I'm sorry. It's just...” He shrugged somewhat embarrassedly, definitely making Y/N feel somewhat guilty.  “Haven't seen anyone around this unit since I've been here. Vultures have been circling it for years, but I keep telling 'em, long as the bill's paid, it’s not my thing to touch.” The man chuckled.

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“Then thank you, Dave. I really appreciate what you have done.”  Y/N gave him a bit of a friendly smile, for the first time in a long time.

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“You local?” Sure enough the chubby man tried to get some info of her but she just shrugged.

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“Was.” The dark-haired woman turned to look at her car and narrowed her eyes, pulling out the key to unlock the alarm.  “Been a while since I've been... home.”

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“Then welcome back.” Dave smiled tenderly again and held out his hand. Y/N hesitated for a moment but she ended up shaking it.

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“Thanks, Dave.” Y/N opened the door, but not before turning to see the trunk, knowing what was kept there.  “I wasn't sure how I'd feel, but... I think it'll be good to reconnect with some old friends.”

Well, I hope you liked it! It is the beginning. I am very delighted with the tv show! I want you to know that there will be stuff that I am not going to write here, or there are things that I will take her my way. This is my own dumb version. Example, pregnancy, I'm not going to bring that here.

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Enjoy it, I hope you do. If you want to be tagged, just ask!

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the cutest and lovely people tags ✨ : @imnotasuperhero @yourfavunsub @kaiidth-wandika

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[togrowoldinv]

Liking Jen for Jen

Jennifer Walters x Reader

When Jen clearly has a crush on you, her best friend encourages her to ask you out. When another coworker is talking to you, she’s afraid she’s waited too long to ask

Note: I’m back with more Jen! I just adore her. No spoilers once again. Enjoy!

Jennifer Walters Masterlist, Main Masterlist

“Jen? Jen? Jennifer? Earth to Jen!” Nikki tries to get Jen’s attention as she walks into her office.

“Oh my bad, sorry hey,” Jen says although her attention isn’t fully on her best friend.

“What’s your deal?” She asks her, but when her eyes follow Jen’s she sees the culprit. “You know maybe if you just asked her out then you wouldn’t get so distracted by her talking to everyone else,” Nikki says.

“What? Who?” Jen tries to play dumb.

“Don’t be silly with me, Jen. I know you like her, so why not ask her out?”

“Oh, I don’t know there’s a million reasons,” Jen says with a sigh. “I’m just- I’m not going to ask her out. Can we drop it?”

“Okay, fine. But I think you should ask her,” Nikki says before she changes the subject to what she had come into her office for.

Today is one of the partner’s birthdays and everyone goes out for happy hour. You sit at the bar not really that interested in the celebrations.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Your coworker, Pug, asks as he sits next to you.

“Thinking about ordering another drink,” you reply. He laughs and asks the bartender for another round for you. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he says. “So, hey y/n I was kind of wondering if you’d like to go out sometime? Like on a date?”

You’re stunned, honestly. You didn’t think he thought of you that way.

“Oh, I um- I’m not really looking to date right now. It’s just- yeah,” you explain.

“No worries,” Pug says.

Just then another coworker joins you at the bar and the conversation is over. You thank goodness for Mallory’s timing. Pug excuses himself to go play darts.

“So, that was interesting,” Mallory says.

“Right? I didn’t expect that to happen.”

“Me either. If anyone was going to ask you out, I expected it to be Walters,” she says.

You choke on your drink.

“Jen?” She nods. “You think Jen likes me?”

“You don’t?”

“Well, I mean I guess I just kind of didn’t think she wasn’t straight and/or into me,” you say.

“It seems to me like she likes you and remember that I know everything,” Mallory says before she takes her drink back to her booth.

You sit there a little dumbstruck at the idea of Jen being into you. Of course you’re into her. She’s gorgeous, talented, and an absolutely brilliant woman.

What you didn’t know is that Jen was sitting at a close by table with Nikki during all of this. She heard Pug ask you out and she got an undeniable pang of jealously in her gut.

“Go get her, Jen,” Nikki says.

“But what if she doesn’t like me?”

“Jen, if you can just conjure up the confidence of one man and ask her out then you’d know. You gotta do this for you. You can do this,” her best friend hypes her up.

“Okay, yeah. Okay. It’s just she said she wasn’t dating right now and-“

“Jen!”

“Okay, I’m going,” she says as she stands up from the table.

She walks up to the bar and nervously sits next to you.

“Hey y/n,” she says.

“Oh, hey Jen. It’s good to see you as Jen,” you say with a laugh.

“Ah yes, technically it’s a work event, but I was tired of hulking out,” Jen says.

“I like this look best,” you say, your eyes don’t miss the way Jen’s cheeks flush a light pink.

“Thank you. Um- can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you say.

“Would you maybe want to go out to dinner?” Jen asks you.

“Like a date?”

“Yeah, if that’s what you’d like to do. No pressure of course and l’ll just go and leave you alone and I’m sorry I haven’t asked a woman out before and-“

“Jen, hey it’s okay,” you ease her worries with your hand over hers on the bar top. She smiles softly at you and you feel a warmth in your chest. “Yes, I’d like to go on a date with you Jen.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Thank you for asking me,” you say.

“Thank you for giving me a chance,” she says.

Your hand is still over hers and you run your thumb over the back of her hand. The celebrations are almost over and you’ll be heading home soon.

So, you move closer to Jen and drop a soft kiss to her cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask her.

“Tomorrow works, yeah,” Jen says. “I can’t wait.”

“Me either, Jen,” you say before you leave the bar.

Jen sits there smiling. She finally found someone who likes her for Jen and not just for She-Hulk. And she’s got a great feeling about you.

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[mackeydoodledoo]

Lucky

Pairing: Jennifer Walters x (Fem!) Reader 

Summary: After Jennifer gets fired from the LA Law Firm, all she wants to do is hide from everyone. However, when she gets summoned to a family dinner she turns to her best friend: Nikki to accompany her. But, after she gets turned away, she turns to one of her other closest friends. 

Warnings: Awkward budding romance, swearing, implied catcalling, Semi-NSFW

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text messages, +++/Italic Words = Flashback

Theme: Lucky - Jason Mraz/Colbie Caillat

A/n: Okay this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile...

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*Jen’s POV* “Oh no!” You groan

“What? You get fired again?” Nikki asks

You shoot your head up to your best friend.

“Sorry...” She sighs

“Family Dinner right after I get fired,” You groan, “Please come with me...”

“I can’t, I have a date,” Nikki turns down the offer

“I will never forgive you for this...” Jen groans

“Oh don’t lose hope, maybe you should invite y/n,” Nikki suggests

“Y/n Y/l/n?” She asks, “We haven’t even spoken to each other since college graduation and since she got that one job overseas...”

“Actually, I saw her at Legal Ease a couple weeks ago,” She says, “We talked and apparently she’s found a job here. I’m sure she’d love to see you again. Whether it’s to attend your family commotion or just spend time with you.”

After Nikki leaves to go on her supposed date, You sit on your couch as you debates whether to go at it solo or bring someone.

“Jen?” A voice calls over the phone

“Hey Y/n,” You let out a breathy chuckle, “Been awhile but umm... Listen... I got fired from my job because-”

“Because you were forced to use your new powers to protect the jury?” She asks, “Saw the news... Sorry about that Jen, so what is it you need?”

“I need someone to accompany me to my family’s dinner tonight...” You tense

Silence rolls over as you wait for Y/n’s response.

“Okay, are you picking me up or?...” She finally answers

“Oh thank god!...” You breathe, “I’ll come get you in about... 30 minutes?... Is that enough time?” 

“Perfect,” She says

*Y/n’s POV* You give Jen the address to your place as you throw on a light jacket. 

Hey, I’m here.

Cool, I’ll be down in a minute.

You walk down the stairs as you brush some of your hair aside as you walk up to Jennifer’s car. 

“Hey Y/n,” She greets you with a half smile

“Hey yourself Jen,” You smile, buckling yourself in, “You’ve been doing okay?” 

“No,” She sighs, beginning to drive, “I need to bring something over...”

“We can stop by the bakery up the street here,” You suggest, “See if there’s anything?”

Jen nods at your suggestion and parallel parks along the street. You were the one stepping out of the car first. You went around to the front of the car as you wait for Jen to meet you. However, you look over and see a car dashing by at the last second.

“Jen!” You grab her by the wrist

You yank her into you as the car simply rushes by. 

“Ass,” You grumble, watching the car continue its way 

You look down at Jen, still seemingly in shock from the whole ordeal.

“You okay?” You ask, brushing a strand of her curly hair back

She nods. Instead of letting her go, the both of you stay in each others’ embrace. 

“Thanks,” Jen clears her throat, stepping to the side

The both of you walk into the bakery.

“Ahh a young couple!” The baker announces to no one but the two of you

You look to Jen and then down to your unknowingly interlaced fingers. However, neither of you questioned it as you walk up to the other side of the glass.

“What pie do you have out right now?” You ask

“A cherry pie just came out of the oven,” He says, “I’ll go grab it and pack it up.”

He leaves the both of you by your lonesome. 

“So... Other than lawyer and she-hulk things, what else have you been up to?” You ask, trying to break the silence

“Nothing that would excite you,” Jen sighs, “There hasn’t been much since college.”

“Just hanging around with you already excites me enough,” You blurt

“What?” She asks

“What?” You ask back

Did I just say that out loud?

“Only one cherry pie?” The baker comes back

“Yep,” You clear your throat, “How much?”

“It’s on the house today ladies,” He smiles, handing you the boxed pie

“Thanks,” You smile, beginning to follow Jen out of the bakery

You place the pie in your lap as Jen continues driving to her family estate. 

“So your entire family knows you’re a hulk right?” you ask

“Yeah why?” She asks

“Just wondering,” You say, “Normally the typical superhero has a secret identity and would often put them in danger...”

“It’s quite difficult to not announce it since your cousin is also a hulk,” Jen says

“That’s true,” You say, “Isn’t it difficult to keep control of? Since, Bruce had to take a long time to learn to cope with his hulk.”

+*+

The both of you stand awkwardly at her parents’ door. However, smiles swipe across their face as they see you.

“Oh, Y/n, so glad you’re able to join us tonight!” Her mother immediately hugs you

“Oh well, it was nice of Jen to invite me,” You sigh awkwardly

They help you and Jen with the pie and settle the two of you in the open seats at the table. 

“I’ve been promoted to manager at the Best Buy!” Chet announces 

Your eyes drift to Jen, her eyes dropping towards her plate. Everyone cheering him. Your hand drifts to Jen’s leg under the table and give her thigh a gentle squeeze. Instinctively she places her hand over yours.

“What have you been up to Y/n?” Jen’s mother asks

“Huh?” You ask, your eyes darting into her direction

“Have you’ve been up to anything?” She repeats her question

“Uhm... I recently opened a gallery downtown,” You chuckle nervously

You hear small cheers and back pats...

“We’ll have to come see it, how long is it there for?” She asks

“Awhile,” You say, “Don’t worry there’ll be many opportunities for you guys to go.”

+*+

After the dinner party, the two of you sit in Jen’s car, silence rolling in.

“Do you want to... Come over to my place for a drink?” Jen asks

“Sure,” You reply 

You follow Jen up to her apartment.

“Sorry about the mess,” She says, opening the door, “Last minute decision to invite someone who isn’t Nikki over.”

“Ahh Nikki,” You say, “Hey, why couldn’t she go with you?”

“Claimed she had a date,” Jen sighs, falling into her couch

You take a seat next to her and place the wine glass on the nearly crowded coffee table.

“Sucks,” You sigh

“It just occurred to me, did you ever date?” Jen asks

“Only liked one person in the entirety of ever,” You say

“Wow, how did that work out?” She asks

“Her ambition to get her degree was the only thing on her mind,” You sigh, taking a swig of wine, “And yet, Never have I ever left her side, supporting her through it and through everything she went through.”

Jen sits next to you, oddly attempting to figure out why on what she was saying sounded familiar to her. 

+++

“Jen, do you ever think about finding a certain someone to settle down with?” You ask

“Why would I need to?” She asks, her eyes glued to her laptop screen, “Being a lawyer is full time, I don’t have time to look for someone... Besides, dating a lawyer doesn’t sound like the adventure of a lifetime.”

“It’s not about the profession, it’s how you decide to spend time with that person,” You say

“Also, Lawyers make a decent amount if you know what I mean,” Nikki winks

“Nikk, it’s also not about how much money people make,” You groan in annoyance, “It mostly matters how much both parties are willing to give to the other.”

“Believe me I wouldn’t be giving too much effort,” Jen sighs

“I beg to differ,” You say, hoping only loud enough for you to hear

However, your eyes say it all: I’m in love with you Jennifer Walters... You crushed on her since you first met her in the dining hall after she stupidly didn’t have her wallet that moment in time. The only other person who seemed to notice was Nikki.

+*+

Jen’s POV You and Nikki were in your shared apartment, working on classwork .

“God I cannot focus,” You groan in frustration, rubbing your eyes

“Why don’t you take a break?” Nikki asks, “I’m sure Y/n is up for something.”

“Y/n? Why her in particular?” You ask

“Because I decided to last minute do this assignment,” Nikki lies, “Plus, if you didn’t hear me before, I'm sure Y/n is up for something. Especially when it comes to you.”

“What do you mean by ‘especially when it comes to you’, bit?” You ask

“Nothing in particular,” Nikki says, “Now go hit her up.”

Hey... Y/n?

Yeah?

You free? Nikki is forcing me to ask you if you wanted to grab food or something.

Don’t you have an important paper due tomorrow night?

Yes but like I said, Nikki is making me take a break. But, I never like being too far away from my laptop...

Tell you what, I’ll bring my stuff over, bring food over and we all chill and do work together?

Aren’t you working on some kind of art project though?

We don’t have to take the same classes just for us to come together. You do know that right?

That’s true...

Okay, I’ll be over with food soon.

Y/n’s POV Although the idea of having alone time with Jen was way more enticing than getting together like the usual, you didn’t want her to force herself away from her studies. Even if Nikki suggested it/forced Jen to take a break, you were going to get to see her either way.

+*+

You were in your college apartment, working on a project until you hear your phone go off.

Hey I need your help with something...

If it’s anything lawyer stuff, I don't know how much of help I can be.

Opposite, Nikki and I went out to Legal Ease and there are these two guys eyes us down and Nikki seems super out of it... Can you come save us?

Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.

You throw on a light jacket and grab your keys as you rush out of the door, nearly forgetting to put on shoes. You hop into your car as you pull up a phone tracking app that you, Nikki and Jen all agreed to get in case either of you three would be in a pickle, and two of your closest friends were just in that situation. You follow the directions as fast, and legal as possible. You step into the bar and easily eye Jen and a nearly knocked out Nikki. However, in the midst of trying to look after her friend, she was also trying to evade two catcalling guys.

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late,” You hastily walk up to her

In the moment, you press your thumb against and slide your index finger under her chin as you pull her in for a kiss. Jen’s eye widen however leans into it to make it more believable. 

“That damn project really beating my ass,” You sigh, “Oh, I’m sorry if I interrupted your horrible flirting game but try harder.”

Surprisingly they easily backed off. You were expecting them to become persistent. They immediately go back to where they were sitting, somber looks on their faces.

“Made sure they wouldn’t pull anything,” Pedro leans in

“Thanks Pedro,” You slide him a hefty tip, “Okay... Let’s get you two back to my place...”

+*+

You gently kick the door open as you struggle with Jen to place a now passed out Nikki into your bed.

“God I hope she doesn't puke in my bed,” You sigh, cracking your back

Jen places a trash bin on the floor, relatively in the area where Nikki’s head is.

“Works,” You say

You begin setting up the couch (which was not a pull-out couch) for Jen.

“Where will you sleep?” She asks

“I’ll makeshift a bed on the floor,” You say

“Nonsense, get in here,” Jen suggests

“Jen, I have literally slept in odder places,” You say

“Nope, no arguments with a future lawyer,” Jen yawns, “Now get in here...”

Not willing to argue with her, you awkwardly find your way onto the couch. You felt like a board.

“Friends can cuddle you know,” Jen chuckles

She gently takes your forearms as she pulls you right off the edge of the couch.

“Why are you so stiff?” She asks,” It’s only me.”

“Been a day,” You lie, “Also I just... At least... My other friends and I don’t cuddle...”

“So you’ve never cuddled with anyone before?” she asks

“More like I hugged my giant stuffed animals back home until I couldn't find them the next morning,” You chuckle

“You’re how old and you still cuddle with stuffed animals?” Jen asks

“What person at what age DOESN’T have stuffed animals to cuddle with?” You ask

“Okay point taken,” She rolls her eyes

“Come on, we got a long day tomorrow...” You sigh

“It’s Saturday,” She says 

“Who cares?” You sigh, “I’m tired...”

Jen’s POV You open your eyes, half awake, eyes adjusting to the darkness. You look down at Y/n; laying soundly asleep below you. 

--Y/n places her thumb and herr index finger under your chin as she pulls you in for a kiss. Your eyes widen however lean into it to make it more believable.--

You think about the moment Y/n kissed you. That was the first time you ever had someone kiss you. Let alone having it be from a female.

Was it real or?...

You wanted to see for yourself. You hoist your leg over Y/n’s lap to straddle her as you begin learning down closer to her face, cupping her cheeks as you begin closing the distance between your faces. Still being half asleep you weren’t sure how to kiss really. You felt a hand trail up your back and another hand cup your cheek. Your body jolted, your torso falling right on top of hers in the midst of your 3am makeout session.

+++

Y/n’s POV When Jen pulls herself out of her memories, she was about to turn to you however, you were no longer on the couch. She looks up further to see you in the kitchen, beginning to tidy up the place; taking the garbage and putting them in the trash, cleaning the dishes even if you didn’t use them, etc. In reality, you were trying to occupy your mind temporarily. However, you stop everything that you were doing when you felt hands latch onto your midsection.

“You make it easier when life gets hard,” Jen confesses

“What wasn’t easier was trying to convince you to go on a date with me.” You chuckle

“Then what was that makeout session that one night then?!” She asks

“Huh?” You ask, “Oh... I was merely half awake during that. But uh... I did want to follow up but...”

“But?” Jen asks

“Like you said back then, you didn’t believe you had time for a relationship so... I kinda just gave up... Not really gave up but... Put it aside for you so that you could focus on that degree,” You explain, “So, I just pretended like I forgot about it. When in reality, it was all I ever thought about. Even graduating, taking that one job overseas... I never stopped thinking about it...”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” She asks

“I didn’t want it distracting you from your Law degree,” You confess

“And... What did you want?” She asks

You turn to face Jen; her hands still latched around your waist.

“I wanted... For you to see me the way I see you,” You say, “To be that willing to give someone a chance... Give me a chance...”

Jen looks at you... How was she so blind at the fact you were actually showcasing real feelings to her, yet you found a way to put them aside for her. You tense up when her palms come back around and open up, pressing firmly on your lower torso as she stands on her tip toes; attempting to reach your face.

“I appreciate you putting your feelings aside in order to support my life,” Jen says, “But, it’s my turn to put that aside to allow my real feelings come to fruition.”

“Wh-what do you mean Jen?” You ask

“I’ve liked you for a long time Y/n,” She says, “I just never really thought about it until that night...”

[fandomnerd9602]

She hulk x reader

Were Jennifer has a tickle fight with Y/n

Y/N continues tickling Jennifer...

Jennifer: (laughing) stop it! stop it!!

Y/N: you brought this on yourself, Walters

Y/N continues their onslaught of tickles...

Jennifer laughs and pushes Y/N sending them flying across the room.

Jennifer: baby! I'm so sorry! I guess some of my Hulk strength still comes thru.

Y/N: and now I have to punish you for that!

Y/N goes back to snuggling and tickling her...

[worldgreatestarchersimp]

Don't ever leave me again

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Jennifer Walters

Parring: Jennifer Walters x gn!reader

Summary: Jennifer tells after, she was away for a long time, that she turns now into a Hulk too.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mention of alcohol, argument

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Jennifer, your girlfriend and attorney colleague, was missing. You searched everywhere she could be and even went to the police, but nothing. You were worried. In your laywer career you and her made a lots of enemies. So you were scared that one of your enemies found her and kipnapped her. At night you couldn't sleep and you couldn't focus on your job. Which is why your cases are floating away. Wich is why you stayed more. But that didn't mean, that your apartment is clean. It looked more like there dropped a bomb.

Again it was night, your bestfriend tried to convince you to get up and get your life under control. But you said no and sat on your couch with a beer bottle. Maybe she left and don't want anything to do with you anymore. That thought was in your had all the. After a while you fell asleep.

"You can't leave, Jen. There is so much more you need to learn." "I know, but my lover is definitely worried. I left without a note or anything." Jennifer said as she jumped in the Hulk truck. "But Jen..." Bruce looked in his cousin eyes. He sigh. But let go. "Call me when somethings happened." "I will. Love you, Bruce" "Love you too. Tell Y/n I said hi" "I will. Bye" "Bye" With that Jennifer drove to yours really, really fast.

Jennifer came to your apartment at night. "Babe!" Jennifer called. But she didn't got any repost, so she went further into your apartment and shocked. On the floor laid laudry everywhere, the dishes from who knows when, the TV was still on, and you laid on the couch with a beer bottle in your hand. At first Jennifer took the beer out of your and sighed. She felt guilty. It was her fault. She was away without telling how long or why. The second thing she did carried you to your bedroom, what was suprisely very clean, compere to the other rooms.

After that dhe cleaned your apartment. Did the dishes, wash the laundry etc. When she was finished she went to the bed next to you and fall asleep with you in her arms.

In the morning you woke up in your bed with someones arms around you. You looked to your side and your girlfriend laid there without a scratch or anything else. At first you were happy, but then you got angry. She left, you were worried. You even almost lost your job because of her. You stand up, put your rope on and went to the kitchen and saw everything was cleaned. The living room also. You looked around as you felt two strong arms around your waist. "Good morning, baby" You pushed her arm aggressive away. "Don't baby me now. Where have you been the whole time! I almost lost my job and you come here like nothing happened!" You yelled with tears in your eyes. "I-I had to work things out and-" "What kind of things?! Maybe h-how to break up with me?" "No! Of course not. I love you. But an accident happened and somehow I have now Bruce blood in my blood and also turn into a Hulk." Jennifer rambled. "And I'm sorry that I couldn't call or anything. Bruce taught me kinda how to control my anger."

You looked softend and you hugged her. "I'm sorry. I just missed you so much" You whispers. "I missed you too." Both of you had tears now in your eyes. "We gonna work everything out, okay? About ny transforming and I make sure you get your job back like it used to be." "Yes! But now I wanna cuddle with my now strong supethero girlfriend."

[billybennet]

Literal Monster

Yasper Lennov x reader

Summary: you and yasper have been mutually pining after one another since high school, how will the reunion affect that?

Masterlist

-2006-

You and Zoë walked up to the school, you tug at the strap of your backpack as it slides down your arm. 

“Zoë!!!” The Jennifers call from a table by the entrance of the school.

You scoff. “I still can't believe you hang out with them.”

“Y/N, c’mon, they're…”

“Popular?”

“No,” Zoë denies.

“Bitches?”

“Y/N!” Zoë hushes as you near the two girls dressed in clothes that probably cost more than your car.

“Whatever,” you say.

“There you are!” Jennifer 1 stands to grab Zoës hand and pull her towards them. 

“See you later,” you grumble, walking away.

Zoë watches you as you walk away, wishing she could combine her two worlds in some way.

You spot Aniq and Yasper up ahead, and pick up your pace to catch them, “Hey guys,” you say as you fall into step with them. 

“Hey Y/N-” Yasper is cut off by the sound of loud rap music.

You spot Eugene's red sports car, and Eugene spots you, “I’ll uh see you later,” you quickly say, turning on your heel and rushing off to your locker.

“Every time!” Yasper curses, glaring at Eugene after he watches you enter the school.

“Dude,” Aniq complains, “why does his license plate say Xavier?”

“It's his middle name and he thinks it's cooler than Eugene,” Yasper explains quickly before Eugene could get to them.

“Was that Y/N?” Eugene stumbles as he reaches the two. 

“Yeah,” Yasper states bitterly, turning toward the school.

“Cool, uh, d-did you guys see the car?”

“Yeahhh!” the two pretend to be excited.

In chemistry, you sit near the front of the class, Zoë usually sits next to you, but the closer it gets to the end of the school year, the more she slacks off. You don't have that luxury, you're not rich or talented, so the only thing that got you into college was your grades. 

You were filling in the handout that the teacher had given, when Zoë slid back into the seat beside you. “So,” she started casually, you turn your head ever so slightly to look at her out the side of your eye, “You heard about Brett's party right?” You sigh. Of course you had, but you were hoping for once Zoë wouldn't drag you there.

“Yes,” you state dryly, returning to your paper, which Zoë is quick to rip from your hands. “Hey,” you scold. 

Zoë goes to give it back, leaning in before pulling the paper just out of your reach, “I heard Aniqs going,” there's a twinkle in her eyes. 

“Okay and?” you deflate a little. 

“If Aniqs going then you know who else is going… right?” 

You knew what she meant instantly but pretended not to care, “So?”

“So, that means you're coming too.” You go to grab the paper from her but she pulls it away once more, “Uh uh.”

You risk a glance to the back of the room where you see Aniq and Yasper talking excitedly, pushing back a smile, “Fine.”

The party was crowded, as you had expected, everyone loved Bretts parties. 

“Welcome to my party!” a very nervous guy greeted you as you stepped through the threshold. You recognize him as Walter, a guy from your chemistry class. You smile at him. “There's u-uh drinks in the kitchen!”

“Thanks Walter,” you say over the music as Zoë drags you further into the party.

You look around the party, some faces we're familiar, others completely foreign. Zoë pinches your arm, you look back to see Yasper standing outside, drinking by himself. “I-I need a drink,” you rush off, leaving Zoë standing there by herself. 

You find the kitchen fairly easily and pour yourself a drink. You house it, then pour yourself another one, then another one, “Woah, slow down there,” you nearly jump out of your skin. 

“Yasper,” you smile at him. 

“How’ve you been?” He leans casually against the wall. 

“Good,” you nod. 

“Good. You don't usually come to these things, huh? What brings you here tonight?” you flush a little at the way he grins down at you.

“Zoë dragged me here,” you roll your eyes, trying your best to seem annoyed. 

“It's not all bad though, is it?”

“No-”

Before you could really form an answer, a group of boys burst into the house announcing, “New keg’s here!”

“C'mon,” you grab Yasper's hand, dragging him to the backyard, “We can watch people embarrass themselves doing a keg stand.” 

When you entered the backyard, the keg was already tapped and someone was already upside down. 

“...2…3…4!” people chanted, you and Yasper joining in. Though Yasper disappeared briefly after and when you spotted him you saw that he was talking to a newly blonde Eugene. So you decided to dip inside. 

Inside you headed back to the kitchen and found Chelsea. 

“Hey,” she smiled at you, her hands rubbing her arms nervously.

“Hey,” you grab some unlabeled  juice mixture and pour it into a cup, “It was really cool of you to break up with Ned, way to stick up for yourself,” you offer, eyeing her anxious form.

Chelsea visibly relaxes, “You think?”

“I know, and don’t listen to the Jennifers, they’re…”

“Bitches?”

“Exactly!” the two of you share a good laugh.

“Thank Y/N…”

“Yeah, no problem,” you spot a mop of curly brown hair pass through the living room, “I’ll-uh, see you later.” You shoot her a smile before pushing your way through the crowd to the living room. 

Yasper spins in a circle, looking lost, but a wide smile takes over his expression when he spots you. “There you are!” he rubs the back of his neck, “Sorry, I had to deal with something…”

“All good,” you smile up at him. “Do you uh, want a drink?” you point behind you to the kitchen, Yasper's eyes flick there and shakes his head ‘no’. You turn slightly to see that Eugene has taken your spot with Chelsea. 

“How about we go find somewhere to sit outside?” he offers instead.

“Okay,” you let him lead you out to the back porch, where you find a bench to sit on.  “So how’s the band?” you ask, turning to face him.

“Oh… yeah… that’s the… thing I had to deal with,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, me and Eugene split up.”

“Well, are you gonna go solo?”

“Obviously!”

“Good,” you smile up at him. His eyes flick to your lips, then yours to his. You lean forward slowly, and his body mirrors yours. Then you feel water splash up your leg as someone’s drink is spilled at your feet. 

“Sorry, sorry- sorry,” you hear Aniq as you close your eyes in frustration. When you open them, Yasper is standing having a quiet argument with Aniq. You stand to join them, “Y/N! H-hi! H-how are you? I’m so sorry about the the drink!” Aniq greets. 

You eye him wearily, “It’s cool,” You turn to face Yasper, “I think I’m gonna-”

“Aniq,” you hear from behind you.

“Stay away from me Eugene,” Aniq states seriously.

“It’s Xavier, and hey, I’m not sure if you noticed but Bretts eating your girl's face in there. Yeah, I guess if you hadn’t slipped and fallen in the pool, that would be you right now,” he winked at you, “Y/N,” before patting Aniq’s shoulder and leaving. 

“Eugene,” Yasper scolds, “Don’t listen to him man. You okay?” he asks Aniq. Aniq stares at the window, where you can clearly see Zoë and Brett making out on the couch. He turns and looks around, spotting a baseball bat, and walking over to grab it, “Aniq,” Yasper states more firmly. But he had already grabbed the bat and was now walking through the house to the front door. You grab Yasper’s hand, pulling him along to follow Aniq. When you reach the front, Aniq is at Eugene’s car, “Aniq, what are you doing? Buddy?” Yasper steps forward. Aniq raises the bat, “Aniq! Buddy! Don’t!” Smack, Aniq hits the hood of the car, then again, then he goes for the windshield, you reach out for Yasper once again as everyone winces. 

Aniq continues battering the car until Eugene steps into the front yard, finally seeing what everyone is looking at, “WHAT THE FUUUCK!” He hops on Aniq’s back, ripping the bat from his hands. 

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” people chant, and you would've joined in if you weren't so worried that Yasper was going to jump in there and try to stop them. The two bots circle each other throwing punches and kicks that widely miss their mark. 

“Just fight already!” someone complains from the audience, “Hit him!” someone else throws out.

Aniq begins to spin in a circle, arms spread wide, “Hey that's my move!” Eugene protests, doing the same motion and Aniq. 

“What are you doing? Stop Sound-of-Music-ing!” Yasper complains. 

Aniq grabs Eugene's leg as he goes for a kick, and they topple over, Eugene tackling Aniq.

“Guys stop! We’re friends! Everybody's friends!” Yasper goes to step forward but you pull him back as you catch sight of flashing of red and blue lights down the street. The cops sound their siren, and everyone scatters, you try to pull Yasper with you, but he stays firmly planted by the side of the house, watching as Aniq gets arrested.

-2020-

You walked down the stairs, your face glued to your phone as you crafted an email as you turned down one of the halls. 

“Oh, Y/N, the AV guy is here,” the housekeeper stopped you. 

“Oh awesome, where is he?” the housekeeper points to the home recording studio. “Thank you Juliet.” You turn on your heel to head down that hall instead. 

“Hi t-” you stop short at the sight, “Yasper?” your pleasant smile turns into a wide grin as he turns to face you. 

“Y/N?” he rushes to wipe off his hands, putting down his screwdriver. 

You pull him into a tight hug before he can say much else. Pulling away slightly, you look into his eyes, “How have you been?” 

You relish in the feeling of his thumbs tracing your hip bones while he answers, “Good, you? Wait, what are you doing here?” he pulls away slightly more. 

You then realize he might have a girlfriend or be married, you step back, watching his hands fall at his sides, not married, you note. “Oh,” you point up towards Xaviers room where you had just left him, “Here? Yeah Xavier asked me to come work for him a couple years ago, I declined but then he offered me waay too much money to turn down.” Yasper nods solemnly, “But weee,” you grab his hands, “should totally meet up sometime to catch up!” 

He smiles down at your hands then up at you, “Yeah, we should.”

You pull away one of your hands slightly, making a grabbing motion. Yasper tilts his head in confusion, “Phone?” you ask.

“Oh!” he digs in his pocket, retrieving his phone and opening up his contacts. You enter your information, handing it back to him. “Cool.”

“Cool,” you agree, stepping back towards the door, “I’ll uh see you later then.”

“Yeah, see you then,” he grins at you.

-Xavier-

Y/N walked down the hall, a wide smile on her face. “Heheh” she giggled down at her phone, typing away.

“Whatcha doin?” Xavier asks, sidling up next to her. 

“Nothing, you’re still going to that GQ thing Saturday night, right?”

“Yeah, why? You wanna come?” he leans on the wall in front of her.

“Oh, god no, The Weeknd’s manager just texted me, guess he wants to talk to you,” Y/N shrugs, walking around him. 

The next day Xavier and you sat in the newly revamped recording studio. “Hey Y/N, check out this beat,” Xavier clicks one of the many buttons on the soundboard, nodding his head along to the music.

Y/N looks up from her spot on the couch, nodding along as well, “Not bad.”

“Xavier we need to focus,” his producer pipes up from beside him. 

“Yeah,” he waves a dismissive hand, “Whatever.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as Y/N answers her phone, “Hello? Oh Yasper! Hi,” she rushed out of the room. Xavier was green with envy. He had tried so hard these past 5 years to get you to like him, and Yasper makes one lousy phone call? 

“Hey, just so you know I won't be around tomorrow night,” Y/N says as she steps back into the room, her thumbs nimbly typing away on her phone. 

Xavier panicked, he had to think quick, “Whaaat? Tomorrow? I just planned a meeting with the Weeknd in Toronto,” he pouts.

“What?” her head snaps up from her phone. 

“Well, yeah, when you mentioned they wanted to talk, I gave Abel a call and we set up a dinner, so I kind of need you there.” He shrugs at her. 

“Shit, fine, okay, I-I’ll be there,” Y/N leaves the room. 

“Yes!” Xavier pumps his fist, but his celebration is short lived as he realizes he, in fact, does not have a dinner planned in Toronto with The Weeknd. “I gotta go, we’ll continue this later,” he rushes out of the studio, past you and up to his room. 

On Sunday morning, Xavier takes Y/N out for brunch, under the guise of “celebrating the collab with The Weeknd”. The two order drinks, then Y/N excuses herself to the bathroom. Xavier busied himself with the menu, analyzing each option despite knowing what he was going to get. The table begins to vibrate, and Xavier looks up to see Y/N’s phone ringing, thinking it could be about him, he picks up the phone. Yasper, the screen reads in big white letters, Xavier sees red for a moment, swiping the accept button, “Hello?” Yasper asks on the other line. Silence, “Y/N? You there?” Xavier hangs up abruptly as an idea comes to his mind. He unlocks your phone, opening up your call history, clicking on Yasper’s name, he finds what he's looking for in bright red letters, Block this caller. He clicks it, then spots your form weaving through the tables across the restaurant, he swipes left to delete Yaspers call, then places your phone back quickly.

-2021-

Xavier insisted that you fly into the reunion with him, “It will show them how cool you are!”

“I’m not cool,” you protest.

“Yes you are, always have been, always will be,” he grins at you. 

“Fine,” you give in and let him pull you to the helicopter sat outside his mansion. 

When you reached the reunion, there was a crowd gathered around the helicopter, and Xavier was quick to grab you hand and drag you out with him. He grasped onto you tightly but you wiggled free when you spotted a familiar group of people. “I see Zoë! See you later!” you say loud enough for him to hear over the chatting. 

You walked toward the group quickly, pushing your way through the crowd of people. Zoë spotted you instantly, expecting that you would arrive with Xavier. 

“Y/N!” she rushes forward, crushing you in a hug.

“Hey Zoë,” you pull away, “Aniq!” you pull the guy into a hug as well, he makes a few surprised noises. Your eyes meet Yasper’s for a fleeting moment, “Yasper,” you start. He looks down at you, you reach out for his arm, “Can we- ?” you pull him away from the two lovebirds. “Listen, I’m sorry I had to cancel on you, and I really didn't want to, believe me, and I’m sorry if I put out the wrong vibe, but I did really want to see you again,” you pour your heart out. 

“Then why didn't you answer my calls?”

“What calls?”

“And all my texts never delivered,” he pulls out his phone to show you. 

“That son of a bitch.”

“I beg your pardon?” Yasper asks.

“Nothing, I-I didn't know you were calling or texting me, look,” you pull up your list of blocked numbers on your phone, “Somehow you got blocked…” your eyes wander to where Xavier basqued the glory of his high school comrades.

Yasper followed you gaze, pushing down his anger, he rubs your back soothingly, “Well, we're here now, do you wanna grab a drink?”

“I would love to,” you smile up at him. 

Except the two of you took your time getting in the school, stopping and laughing at the yearbook photos and making jokes about your high school times. By the time you made it inside, mostly everyone else was already in the gym. 

Before you could even cross the gym to the bar, you heard your name being yelled. You close your eyes tightly and wish it wasn’t happening.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Xavier tries again. 

Opening your eyes you look up to see Yasper turning to look around, “Wait! Don't!” you stop him, “Maybe we can pretend we don't hear him.”

Yasper smiles down at you again. “Y/N!” you make the mistake of looking forward again, right into the den of the lion. “I saved you a seat!” Xavier calls, pointing to the seat next to him. 

You give Yasper an apologetic look, “I’ll find you later, okay?” 

“Yeah, okay,” he says quietly. 

“Xavier!” Yasper walks up nervously, he shoots you a quick grin before turning back to the blonde, “Oh my god I didn't know you were gonna be here!”

Xavier looks around, “Yeah, I’m just tryna lay low tonight, just kinda blend in, you know?”

“Yeah but you came in on a helicopter right?” Yasper sasses. 

“Yeah, right,” Xavier concedes. You eye the two suspiciously. 

“You know what, we gotta catch up, what do you say we meet by the bar? I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Yeah,” Xavier looks at you, “I could use another drink, you want one?”

“No thank you,” you smile. 

“Okay, BRB,” you wave as he stands to join Yasper at the bar. 

As they talk, you seize your opportunity to slip away from Xavier, and leave the gym. You walk outside to catch your breath and spot Chelsea marking up someone's car. “Woah Chelsea! Woah woah woah!” you run up to stop her. You see in her hands is lipstick, “Dude you ruined your lipstick,” you frown at her.

“Shit,” she looks down at it mesmerized. 

“We should get you home,” you lead her away from the car a little. 

“Woah! What’s going on here?” Yasper walks up to the two of you. 

“I think Chelsea marked up this car thinking it was Xaviers,” you offer.

“Whaat? This is my car!” Yasper exclaims, “But it's cool, it's cool, it's just- is that lipstick?”

“Okay well can you drive Chelsea home?”

“Noo, I have to go to the afterparty,” Chelsea slurs. 

You raise your eyebrow, looking to Yasper, you have a silent conversation, “Okay yeah, get in,” Yasper gestures to the car. You help Chelsea in the backseat and then climb in the front with Yasper, “What are you doing?”

You look around, confused, “Uh, going to the afterparty?”

“Oh, I thought you would wait for Xavier,” he says nervously. 

“No way, screw him,” you buckle your seat belt, turning to make sure Chelsea was buckled in too. 

At the afterparty you and Chelsea focus on sobering up a very intoxicated Aniq, who you had picked up in the parking lot after Yasper had hit him with his car. Yasper had wandered off somewhere, too enraptured with his phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Xavier, he nods towards the hallway, gesturing for you to follow him. You do, despite knowing this might not end well. 

“Hey,” Xavier starts when you step into the hallway. 

“Hey,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“Listen, I just wanted to tell you that Yasper is bad news.”

“What?” you question.

“Yeah he’s like, a total loser, and has some boring tech job.”

“Okay, and?”

“And? And if I see you with him again tonight, I’m- you’re- you're fired!” he stammers. 

“You can't do that,” you state firmly. 

“Oh yeah? Watch me,” he storms off back to the party. Yasper moves from his spot near the hallway, where he was invisible to you, yet heard the whole conversation. You sigh, returning to the party, beelining it to the bar, and shooting back more alcohol than you should've. 

“There you are,” you lean on the door frame by the stairs. 

Yasper looks at you as he watches Aniq climb the stairs, ”Hey.”

“Hey,” you step forward, as seductively as possible, even though your vision was a little blurry.

“Hey, I heard you and Xavier talking earlier-”

“SHhhh,” you drunkenly quiet him, placing a finger on his lips, before leaning down and replacing it with your own. 

“Y/N-” Yasper protests. 

“Shh,” you whisper, tugging on his jacket to pull him into the hallway, away from everyone else. You capture his mouth with yours again. Yasper gives in, snaking his hands around your waist and kissing you harder. 

A scream from somewhere else in the house breaks you out of your embrace. You look worriedly in his big brown eyes. Getting up, you grab his hand, pulling him into the main room, where you spot everyone gathered on the balcony. You rush over, Yasper hot on your heels. When you glance over the side you spot a body, lying lifeless on the rocks below. The fabric of a purple suit catches your eye and you gasp, turning away, right into Yasper’s chest. He engulfs you in his arms, leading you away from the balcony. 

-Danner-

“So what you're telling me, is you had a prime motive to kill Xavier?” Danner asks you when you finish telling your side of the story. You look at her, confused. “He was gonna fire yo ass!” she exclaimed.

“Ohhh,” you shake your head, “He was bluffing, I’ve known Xavier for a long time, he wouldn’t actually do that.”

Danner raises an eyebrow at you “Mhm,” she says as she writes something on her notepad.

“Plus, won’t I get more money from him firing me than from me killing him? I mean- fraternizing with your boss's ex-best friend isn’t really a fireable action.”

Danner considers this, “But if he liked you so much, and he has such a bad relationship with his dad, you might just be in the will.”

You shrug, “I’d have no idea.”

“Mhm,” she continued writing notes, “You may go.”

“Um, thanks,” you get up and exit the room. 

You don’t even notice Danner following you into the main room where everyone is gathered. 

“Listen up, everyone!” she calls from behind you, making you jump from surprise. “Good news, everyone. No more waiting. I know who the killer is.” 

Yasper looks at you worriedly, and you take a seat next to Chelsea, looking down at your hands.

“So, you all have been talking all night long. Now, it’s my turn to talk,” Danner starts. She moves on Chelsea first, you grab her hand comfortingly. 

“But I didn’t do it,” Chelsea pleads after Danner’s accusation of her.

“I know sweetie,” Danner pats her on the back softly. This shocks you, what kind of game is Danner playing at? 

She continues, accusing Walt, then Brett. Aniq butts in, saving Brett from being arrested, claiming he saw him in the driveway. Danner agrees, saying it wasn’t Brett, nor was it Aniq, since he just stepped forward. 

“Okay, then who was it?” Zoë asks impatiently. 

“The person who was most upset with how their life turned out, the one who told the most cartoonish and fake story,” Danner looks at Zoë expectantly. Before turning.

“Oh.. oh no,” Aniq mumbles, as he moves with her to look at none other than Yasper. 

“Me? What?” he laughs. 

“Yeah, you’re the only one who could have been hiding in the closet. And you distracted everyone with your video so they wouldn’t hear Xavier scream when you killed him.” She steps forward. It was Chelsea’s turn to take your hand and squeeze it tight.

“This is gonna be fun, so it’s my turn now?” he jokes, which makes you tense. “Okay, explain how it’s me? Everyone was a witness, when that video came on? I was down here with Aniq.”

Danner agrees, “You right, everyone was a witness,” then explains the major hole in his story, “all of them said you came in from the balcony, except for you.”

You freeze, as Danner continues, picking apart his story, how it started when he came in to install the AV stuff. How saw you working for him. How he came across one of Xavier’s songs that used his line. The fight with Xavier at the bar. “There was only one way for you to get what you felt like you deserve, and that was to kill him.”

“Kill him?” Yasper asks.

“Yeah, kill him, steal the song, steal his girl,” she points to you, which makes Yasper uncross his arms, “then you say he gave you the song, then release it as a duet, with you and Xavier as your Tupac.” 

“I mean, this is an incredible, fanciful imaginary story. I’m actually impressed, but it’s totally false. It’s all made up.” 

Danner continues to tear apart his story, his fake recording studio alibi from earlier in the night, how Maggie had turned the sound up stupidly loud, the selfie, Brett walking in. 

“You’re making up everything! Aniq! Y/N! Now’s the time where you stand up for me!” Danner continues, her story persistent, yet fully thought through. “You really think that I did this? I was Xavier’s friend, he was coming up. We were gonna record a song together, I have text messages, remember?” he almost pleads, causing you and Chelsea to look at each other. “He texted me, look at this. Show everybody.”

“You know what? Y/N actually helped me crack this one.” you raise your eyebrows, looking on with wide eyes. “Y/N told me that her and Xavier don’t use passwords on their phones, that’s how Xavier blocked your number from her phone.” Some quiet ooh’s sound through the room.  

Danner proceeds with her accusation, talking about how Yasper had texted himself from Xavier’s phone, then jumped down from the balcony. But Aniq had wanted to confront Xavier, so he tried to stop him. 

“All this time I thought you were helping me,” Aniq crosses his arms.

“I have been helping you. She’s turning you against me right now.” Yasper begins scrambling talking about how Danner has been accusing everyone, but with no evidence.

“But there is evidence.” Aniq mutters. “You realized there were security cameras that probably saw exactly what you did, and you had to erase it.” Aniq steps forward, “You still had Xavier’s phone,” Aniq continues, talking about him deleting the footage, copying Xavier’s song ideas from his phone to his own. 

“I swear to you, I don’t have Xavier’s phone,” Yasper says, you release your hand from Chelsea’s, pulling out your phone, as Culp steps forward to search him. Culp pulls out two phones. 

“I have two phones, is that crime?”  Imma Live Forever plays from the one in Culps right hand, your name appearing on the screen. Yasper abruptly stops his arguing, “Y/N?”

You look up from your phone, holding and showing everyone that you had dialed Xavier’s contact, solemnly. Danner cheers, which evokes the others to cheer too, everyone but you, Aniq, and Zoë. 

“You guys don’t understand…” Yasper starts. “You all have your own stories, right? B-but Xavier, he owed me everything, I gave him his career, I gave him his name. I gave him his name, you remember that?” he asks Aniq, who frowns at his friend, “And he still wanted to screw me over, w-with the music, with Y/N! I should have been the star, I should have been the successful one. I was the one that was supposed to be famous!” Yasper speaks, slowly walking across the room, he begins to ramble, “And there’s one thing that you guys didn’t think about,” he looks at you briefly, before turning quickly and running for the door. Culp catches him easily as he tries to open the very heavy glass door. 

You sigh, and Zoë approaches, opening her arms for you to embrace her in a much needed hug. “I’m sorry,” she says, softly directing your gaze away from the sight of Yasper being arrested. You give her a tight-lipped smile. 

Bonus (spoilers for season 2): 

A year later, you found yourself wrapped up in another murder investigation, having been invited to Zoë’s little sister’s wedding. Thankfully, the groom had been killed on accident, unthankfully, the culprit was Zoë’s uncle.

You, Danner, Aniq, and Zoë all sat at a table on the front porch. “So, Y/N, how’s Yasper?” Danner asks, causing you to freeze. 

“What is she talking about?” Zoë questions, leaning forward from beside you to look in your eyes. You turn your head, only to be met with Aniq’s gaze. 

“She didn’t tell you?” Danner asks, your eyes flick up at hers in an attempt to quiet her.

“She told me she was getting letters from him… But you told the prison to stop sending them… Right?” Zoë asks sternly.

Danner laughs, “Uh uh, no she did not.” You glare at her.

“What?”

“I tried to-,” you start, turning to your friend, grabbing her hands in yours, “But the request didn’t go through I guess, and I never tried again…” You look down at your hands.

“But you throw them out, right? That’s what I did, and he stopped sending them, eventually,” Aniq pipes up.

You continue to stare at your hands guiltily. 

“You kept every single one, haven’t you?” Danner asks, clicking her tongue.

You look up at Zoë, who gapes at you, “Y/N, he killed someone.”

“Yeah, Xavier,” you mutter. 

The three stare in shock as you get up and leave. 

[maroonmusings]

Free Appetizers [m.m]

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Matt x reader Word count: 4,662 Warnings: soft!matt, accidental Karen erasure, probably definitely inaccurate lawyer talk, potential time jump snafus between mcu canon and daredevil canon

A/N: idk man I just wanted to write something with Jennifer, Matt, and Foggy all interacting in case we've been pranked and Matt and Foggy (or at least Matt) aren't actually gonna be in the show

Two sets of heels skittering down linoleum tile fill your ears, the scent of steaming coffee in your nose, and the sound of your boss, Jennifer Walters in your ears. A typical Tuesday, in other words.

“I barely got any sleep last night.” You admit, chugging some of the heated beverage in your hands for emphasis. “I seriously don’t know how we’re gonna find enough evidence to save the client when there were no witnesses to the crime, and the only remaining family or friends are all virtually untraceable.”

“I know. We’ll be lucky if we can exonerate her by August.”

“Jen, it’s December.”

“Exactly!” She throws her arms in the air, narrowly avoiding a passing intern. “If this last minute team they sent in from Hell’s Kitchen doesn’t pull through for us, I’ll help you find a new boss.”

You groan. “Again?! The last guys from Landman and Zack didn’t even care about the client! The only assets they care about can be found on a woman’s body, if you catch my drift.”

“Oh, I’ve caught it. Saw it coming from a mile away. You’re not one for discretion are you?”

“Coming from the green giant’s cousin.”

“Please. You’re just jealous you don’t have powers that allow you to outbench cocky assholes at the gym or reach the top shelf at the grocery store.”

“Maybe so. But you’re not the one who’s a real hoot at company barbecues.” Referencing your ability to create and manipulate fires, you add, “Or could flame your ass in a heartbeat.”

“You have a terrible professional lexicon. I’d love to meet your boss.” She remarks passively, before finally breaking into a grin at the sound of your snickering. 

You were nearing the door to her office now. “Alright, let’s see what kind of half-witted shit for brains they sent in this time—”

“Y/N!”

“Foggy?” the sight of the jovial blonde lawyer threw you for a loop. He immediately sweeps you into a warm hug. You could’ve melted into his arms if not for your perfectly timed acknowledgement of one Matt Murdock. He wore a tight-lipped smile and an even tighter hold on the top of his cane. Foggy pulls away, holding you at an arm's length. You’re dazzled by his cheerful grin. 

God, you missed them both so much. Add one more person to the equation, and this reunion would be everything you’d dreamed of. “Where’s Karen?”

Foggy explains that Karen is back at the Bulletin, working on a big assignment for Ellison. In between projects there, she is helping Matt and Foggy with clients and working towards becoming a legitimate lawyer herself.

“Two jobs? I can hardly handle one!” You exclaim. Karen’s the real superhero amongst your friends.

“That’s what I said!” He exasperates.

“You guys are back with Landman and Zack? Both of you?”

Foggy’s face screws into a displeased swirl. “No. What bizarro paper do you get your news from around here?”

“That’s news to us.” His gravelly tone was foreign yet familiar, shot directly into your bloodstream in the most addicting way. A warm shock to your system. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Jennifer Walters,” it’s impressive how quickly your boss can shift from friend to, well, boss. She sticks out a hand to shake with Foggy, then Matt. Locking eyes with Foggy. “Mr. Nelson, is it? We spoke over the phone last week. Everything we’ve learned regarding your business affiliation was retrieved from our own company’s archives.”

“Well, those need to be changed immediately.” He pretends to scratch at his arms. “I think I’m breaking out in hives.”

“Right after you hug me. Nice.” You joke.

“Maybe they have a two-for-one at the hospital.”

“I’ll go pack a bag.”

He grins. “Perfect,” sending an obvious glance to Matt behind him, he says, “while you do that, I’ll start going over preliminaries with Ms. Walters.”

“Oh, just Jen is fine.”

“You got it, Just Jen.”

“Great, now there’s two of them!” She exclaims in false praise, looking between you and Foggy. The latter sends you a wink and finger guns before following Jen to a table farther into the room. Now they’re great enough a distance away that, with effort, they could still hear you. And you feel like their nosiness will propel them far in that effort.

“Matt,” you asserted, almost in alarm. It was a challenge to keep your eyes focused on the translucent red lenses he sported, slanted ever so slightly down the bridge of his nose. You were reminded of how good he looks in a suit. Gray wool and white cotton dashing across a canvas to culminate in the mesmerizing painting of Matt Murdock. You settled for subtlety, though the innocent tilt of his head gives away the fact that your heartbeat is being monitored. “You look good.”

“You, too. Uh—” the adorable confusion takes your heart for a spin like it’s a merry-go-round. You try to conceal a smile. His hands tighten around the top of his cane, wringing. Foggy snickers over the newest client files. Jennifer smiles beside him like she knows of Matt’s secret life, even though you know she doesn’t. Why is she smiling like that then? “Probably. Definitely. You always do. Probably. I’m sure you do.”

“Thanks,” you laugh, face feeling warm despite the crisp atmosphere of Jen’s office. Risking another glance at what had become your audience on the far side of the room, you weren’t surprised that your interaction with Matt had their undivided attention. Though they tried to conceal it behind incoherent mumbles, miming busy work, whenever they caught your stare.

Turning back to Matt, you involuntarily sucked in a breath when he appeared to be closer. Close enough to smell his cologne. With his sensitive senses, he tried to veer away from the stronger, more overpowering scents a lot of the men you’d met in your particular line of work. His scent was subtle, clean. Like fresh bed sheets on a Sunday morning.

The sweat accumulated on your palms faster than you could blink.

You fought the urge to continue talking to Matt, just being in his presence, but didn’t last more than two seconds in the ring. “How are you, Matt?”

He paused for a moment to genuinely think on his answer, your gaze catching on the slight pout of his lips. Self-control was posing a challenge after spending so long away from him. Unresolved feelings left with an even more unresolved goodbye. “I’m good.” A lie. “You? Settling into the City of Angels alright?”

“I am.” You nod, an unintentional smile tugging at your lips at the moniker of your beloved new home. It was good for you. This is where you have to be right now. “But, I gotta say,” voice dropping to a whisper, you lean in conspiratorily, “I’m surprised the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was allowed in here.”

He leans in, too. One more nudge forward and— “Ah, but I’m a good catholic boy, remember? One wave of my pocket bible and the border patrol forgets I was even there.”

“Oh, of course. Of course.” You lean back, overwhelmed by his presence, crossing your arms. “How could I have forgotten that this definitely-real-pocket-bible gives you Jedi powers?”

“Yeah, see, catholic guilt is like one of those punch cards. Like the ones we’d get at that Indian joint, but always forgot to bring back, so we just had an army of those things with only one punch each?” He explains, propping his cane against his chest so he could form a rectangle with his thumbs and forefingers. Even the sheer mention of the restaurant where you shared many “dates” unlocked the Matt Murdock memory gate. You were reminded of how the lights reflected in his eyes like the most other-worldly kaleidoscope you’d ever have the fortune of looking into. How, despite all of those lights strung on the ceiling, none could overpower the brightness of Matt’s smile. 

You didn’t even hear the punchline to his joke, too wrapped up in memories of him to acknowledge the him that was here now. Right in front of you.

Matt was chuckling at said punchline now. Head shaking back and forth, the slightest ebb, as if in disbelief of his catholic-centered humor. Maybe it’s just because you’re too far gone—and it’s been that way for you since you first stepped into his office all those years ago—but you’ve always thought that everything the man says is funny. So you laugh along, certain that this time was no different.

“Those damn punch cards,” you mused, memories of Matt branded to your brain like a tattoo gallery. “Could probably find one at the bottom of my purse if I looked hard enough. Buggers are everywhere.”

“I found one in my fridge the other day.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious!” He grins, wide and blinding. You swear you can hear an angel chorale vocalizing their praise nearby, the room getting brighter. If you’ll be working with him for much longer, you might want to consider investing in a pair of sunglasses.

The angelic voices thrumming around your head must’ve telepathically modulated to Matt, both of you seemingly in a cheek-numbing, smiley daze. 

Until the angels die.

Smile dropping, Matt pushes both of your bodies just in time for a bullet to whiz by the place you once stood. The tall glass window panel it penetrated shatters. A small oomph huffs past your lips as you’re pinned to a nearby wall by Matt’s body. It’s difficult to focus on anything other than his fingers grasping at your waist, especially in places where your blouse had ridden up in the craze of movement, but you fight your eyes away from him to check on your other two companions.

Jen has ushered Foggy under the table, the nook they were working in providing the needed protection from anyone looking through the window the bullet came from. You and Matt seem to be protected from view, too, as no further bullets make an appearance. Not yet, at least.

Matt tilts his head to listen for enemies, and you signal to Jen to hold still in her nook with Foggy. She looks confused, but she stays put. 

“How many?” You whisper, as quiet as you can muster. God knows if the room is bugged, too.

If at all possible, Matt leans in closer to you. His breath fans across your neck, a chill erupting from your skin. “Seven on this floor. Two above, on their way to us. They’ve got hostages.”

“And the sniper?”

“Two more rounds and he’s out.”

“So, sniper first then his cronies.” You surmise.That’s the benefit of having worked with him, both in the courtroom and on the streets. You can always tell what he’s thinking. “They’re only here if he can’t finish the job.”

Matt smirks. “And he won’t.”

A plan formulates in your head. Not a great one, you’ll admit, but a plan nonetheless. “I’ll go in his line of sight and then you can get me out of there as the weapon fires.”

He grins sarcastically. “Ha-ha, good one. Not a chance.”

“You’ll push me out of the way in time!”

“Y/N.”

“I trust you. Just do it.”

He’s silent.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got you. Go.”

But, before you can, Jen is stepping forward. One more step and she’ll be in line with the sniper’s next shot. 

“Terrible timing, I know,” she amends, mostly to Matt and Foggy. Foggy’s eyes grow comedically wide as Jen transforms into her hulk form. Her pigmentation melds to a greenish hue, clothes stretching to fit her more muscular alter ego. She’s at least three feet taller. “But I can get us out of this.”

“How many of you guys are there?!” Foggy whispers incredulously.

His response is the harsh thud of the office’s door flying open, making contact with its adjacent wall. The seven previously mentioned cronies barge in, ready for a fight.

And they’re sorely mistaken if they aren’t expecting one from you.

Jen lines herself up perfectly with the sniper in the next building over, wielding her wrists like shields to deflect his final two rounds. 

“Since we’re sharing things today,” Matt announces, parting from you to land a perfect punch to someone’s jaw, following up with a backwards elbow to another guy behind him. That was mostly for Jen, you presume.

Most of the guys have flocked to Matt at this point, so you duck in to help. You deliver your punches charged with your fire manipulation to send them flying. It doesn’t finish the job, but it’ll at least take them longer to get back up. Jen’s throwing one around like a ragdoll; nice to see the imprint of Bruce’s training in her fighting. 

One of your guys is coming back to, making a beeline for Foggy.

Or the client paperwork.

“Foggy, the files!” you alert.

“Got it!” He scrambles to his feet, haphazardly sliding the pages into an uneven stack. A guy gets too close and Foggy has to smack him across the face with his briefcase. “Keep them off me!”

“On it!” you propel, a new skill you had finally been able to master with your powers, over to stand before Foggy. You throw up a molten force field just in time for one of the cronies to run straight into it. He immediately scrambles away with a holler from the minor burns.

“Get fried, dude!” You yell, Matt coming in to fully knock him out.

“You can make heat shields now?!” Foggy exclaims, completely forgetting about the papers for a second to grin in awe at your construction. “That’s so useful!”

“Foggy, the papers!” You laugh, nodding at the table. 

“Sorry!” He gets back to work, concealing your client’s case files away in his briefcase, fully protected from any unwanted hands and eyes. 

Chuckling again, you shake your head, letting the shield fade into crumbled ash. Matt and Jen had taken care of the rest of the intruders. The chaos in the room dissipates to staggered breathing.

“You lied about having a disability?” Jen asks Matt, still green. “Not cool, dude.”

Despite himself, Matt huffs a laugh. “It’s a long story.”

“Forget about that,” you chime in, looking up at Jen. “You’re bullet-proof? That would've been so helpful to know before I was about to throw myself in front of a sniper!”

She shrugs, gesturing to herself. “Figured it was common sense.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Okay, maybe I will stay green. Just for a little longer.” Jennifer muses, watching the small group of giggling college students leave your table, phones in hand.

“A little longer? With all of those photos they made me take of them with the Incredible She-Hulk—”

“For free, might I add.” Foggy grovels.

“—this better be a permanent thing.” You complete, rubbing your right thumb with a jovial frown on your face. “I think I got a thumb cramp from filling up that guy’s camera roll.”

Matt coos out a patronizing “aww” from beside you, scooting closer on the booth bench to rub your thumb tenderly. Rolling your eyes gently to distract from the heat rising to your cheeks, you nudge his shoulder with your own as you both laugh.

As he leans back into the booth, but remaining close enough that your thighs and shoulders are now connected, you muse upon how easily it was to fall back into rhythm with Matt. Like an old boom box, the speakers spark whenever music plays. But it still works. It’s consistent. The only time it fails to falter is during your song.

“Hey, buddy.” Foggy calls to Matt, who looks in his general direction, eyebrows raised. “You ever think Daredevil would want to have meet and greets with the citizens of Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Absolutely not.” He immediately denies, not an ounce of thought dedicated toward the response. You laugh at his reaction, swearing that the corner of his lips tug at the sound.

“Come on, man! Live a little!” Foggy exclaims, drink sloshing in his glass as he throws his hands up. “With the extra cash we could actually afford to pay the electric bill for our office every month!”

“You seem to forget that doesn’t exactly cause me any issues.”

“Don’t worry, Fog.” You jump in, reaching to place your hand on his side of the table. “We’ll go shopping and I can buy you some night-vision goggles.”

“Thank you.” He emphasizes, looking back at Matt. “I forgot there were still people out there that actually cared about my safety.”

Matt giggles, and it’s easily the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Cue the swoon. “How about this? Next round’s on me. What do you say, buddy?”

Foggy pauses to think, eyeing his best friend. “I guess that’s a good first step to being my best friend again. Make it a double, and all is forgiven.”

“Sounds like a fair deal,” Matt says, clearly indicating in his tone that he didn’t believe a word of what he just said. Taking yours and Jen’s orders, he’s gently nudging your shoulder to let him out of the booth. When you’re both standing, he presses a hand to the small of your back as he passes, muttering a “thanks, darlin’.”

Pursing your lips hard, you hum out an affirmative before sliding back into the booth. Don’t think about it don’t think about it don’t think about it. Maybe Foggy wants to talk about the bar you’re all currently at. “So, Foggy, what do you think of Pinky’s?”

“Well, it’s certainly no Josie’s.” He laughs into the final sips of his drink. “I mean, my shoes don’t stick to the floor when I walk here, and the martini olives aren’t gray and fuzzy, but it’s still got some charm, I suppose.”

“Oh, don’t forget about that one old guy that comes in every Wednesday morning to do karaoke and cry.”

“‘Landslide’ Larry!” Foggy nearly screams, Jen flinching at the volume. “We had to represent him a couple months ago.”

“Seriously? What happened?”

“Well, he was innocent, obviously.” He sends you a knowing look, referencing Matt’s enhanced hearing. “Framed by an ex.”

“Damn,” you let out a low whistle. Matt’s return with the drinks catches the corner of your eye, and you get up so he can get back into the booth. His hand finds its way to the small of your back again as he passes, and you hate how perfect it feels there.

When you’re seated side by side again, it’s like he’d never left. Thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder. Except, now he’s got his left arm strategically placed on the back of the booth behind you. His arm is basically around your shoulder, but it’s also not. You wish it was.

As Foggy dives into a story he was suddenly reminded of, you use the distraction to shift closer to Matt, keeping your eyes on Foggy and smiling along with his tale. Matt’s warmth consumes you immediately, radiating from his side stronger than your own powers ever could. You wonder if your powers are contributing to the heat flooding your body, or if that’s just how Matt makes you feel.

Behind you, his arm slides down at a snail’s pace. Peeking at him from the corner of your eye, he’s facing forward, contributing affirmatives and humor to Foggy’s story when appropriate, like you. Your pulse pounds hard enough that it feels like it’s about to tear through your throat, the permanent smirk on Matt’s face confirming that he can hear it, too. 

When his fingers finally make contact with your bare shoulder, you slouch further into his hold. Biting back a grin, you realize he’s trying to do the same. His chest appears to be moving up and down faster than before.

If asked, you’re not sure you can identify where you begin and where he ends.

You stay like that for what feels like hours, and you’re not too sure you ever want the night to end. Just four friends reconnecting, or getting to know each other, in Jen’s case, rediscovering what it feels like to come back home. Because it quickly hits you that Hell’s Kitchen, nor Los Angeles, for that matter, is your home.

It’s these people sitting with you right now.

Getting up from this booth, from Matt’s hold, doesn’t become necessary until it’s mandatory. Turns out, alcohol fills your bladder. Who would’ve thought?

You’ve barely evaded earshot before Jen is leaning into the table. She stares down Matt, hard. “Okay, what is up with you two? My grandparents are more subtle with their gripes on when I’ll ‘give them grandkids’ than you are with your—whatever it is.”

Foggy coughs around a laugh, nearly choking on his drink. “Good luck getting anything out of him. I’ve been asking him that question for nine years. Guy’s a brick wall, I’m tellin’ ya.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m a better lawyer than you.” she turns back to Matt. “Spill.”

Foggy scoffs at the lazy tactic of acquiring the desired information. “Oh yeah, such a better lawyer.” Jen elbows him, a little harder than intended, what with her ignorance of her own strength. Foggy mumbles a forlorn “ouch” as Jen turns to Matt once more, an expectant arch in her brow.

“There’s nothing to ‘spill’ other than it would never work out. If I could have even the smallest role in hurting her I'd lose all sense of myself.”

“And yet you still let her tag along on your little late night satan—”

“—it’s a devil.”

“Whatever. Point is, she could’ve gotten hurt during one of those.” Matt’s face falls. “And she did. You do realize that holding her at an arm’s length in an emotional capacity is hurting her just as much, right?”

“Okay, hotshot.” He snaps. “I understand everyone here in the City Where Dreams Come True—or whatever delusion-inducing fog you gas yourself up with every morning—jaunts around with their heart on their sleeve, but you won’t be getting that from me. Lawyer or not, you’re not going to manipulate me with your rainbows-and-sunshine haze and get me to admit that that woman is my very excuse for breathing and the only reason why I took on this damn case in the first place.”

A stagnant pause fills the air, which only amplifies the heavier huff to Matt’s breathing. Foggy is stunned to silence, while Jen simply watches Matt with a sympathetic crease to her brow. To her, it was obvious, both Matt’s true feelings as well as the best motive to make him crack. She’s proud of herself for coaxing the words from his lips, though that doesn’t make it any easier seeing the inner turmoil gathered so plainly on his face.

Foggy finally speaks. “Damn, you are good.”

“Hey, guys!” You come charging back with an easy grin, slipping in beside Matt. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing much,” Jen crosses her arms and places them on the table. She has that same knowing look on her face from before, directing her gaze toward Matt. “Matt will fill you in on the walk home. Won’t you, Matt?”

Smiling towards you, though it looks forced, he says, “of course.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“That’s why you’ve been acting so weird since Pinky’s,” you muse, Matt having just finished filling you in on the conversation you missed during your bathroom break. 

Both of you were walking home now, leisurely scuffs of the shoe with Matt’s arm tucked around yours. It had been revealed with a passing comment from Foggy that the hotel he and Matt were staying at was only a five minute walk from your apartment. While Jen more than forced the invitation into his lap, Matt still insisted on walking you home. Given the short distance from the hotel as well as Pinky’s, he admitted that he wouldn’t turn away the extra time with you.

A smug grin tugs at your lips, and you nudge Matt playfully. “I make you that nervous, huh, Matty?”

Nudging back, he rolls his eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t already know what you do to me.”

Feet catching on the concrete below, you stop, then, effectively stopping Matt with you. His adam’s apple bobs as you turn him by the cheek to face you. Stroking the underside of his jaw once, you drop your hand. “What do I do to you?”

“Well, this, for starters,” hand slipping down to cup yours, he brings your hand up to his chest. Right over his heart. You can feel the faint, erratic thumping underneath your palm. He keeps a hand over yours, swiping your skin with his thumb. “It’s like this just about anytime I’m near you.”

You look into his eyes and fumble over your words. “Mine too,” you pause. “You probably already knew that.”

He grins, a knowing quirk of his mouth. One hand still locked onto yours, the other raises to tuck your hair behind your ear, sliding down to cup your jaw. Your heartbeat increases, as does the joyful expression on his face. “I had an idea,” he teases. 

Shaking your head at him with a smile, you enlist your free hand to gently slip his glasses from his face and onto the top of his head. Admiring the way his brown eyes twinkle under the streetlamps as you stroke his cheek, you mumble, almost subconsciously, “beautiful.”

His expression softens, eyebrows creasing, leaning into your touch. “You don’t know how much I think about you. How much of my brain capacity is just consumed by you.” 

Your breath catches, looking at his lips. “How much?”

He leans closer a fraction, the hand over yours matching the other to cup your jaw. Your touch drifts to his chest. Matt tugs you close to him, his nose brushing against yours. “Enough to do something about it.”

“I don’t know, Matt.” You tease breathlessly. “It’s only been nine years. Isn’t it too late to do anything about it?”

He swallows, eyes flickering around your face frantically. Your chest grows warm at the realization that he must be looking for your eyes. Voice dropping to a whisper, as if the words are reserved just for the two of you, he says, “too late?” Biting his bottom lip, he grins. “I’d say the timing is perfect.”

His lips find yours, and it is, indeed, perfect. Bodies molding into one flesh as one of his hands glides down to gently grasp your neck. The other clutches onto your waist. While kissing wasn’t a foreign friend to your something-ship with Matt, this one felt different. Lazy mornings flavored with coffee and linen. A sun, just barely visible in its ascent to ring in a new day; a hazy horizon. Reaching the final chapter of your favorite book, flipping amongst those final pages in search of that shining resolution where all of your beloved characters are content. 

It was soft, and warm.

And new.

When you finally pull away, you now know for certain you’ll need to buy a pair of sunglasses to protect from Matt’s blinding smile. His fingers slide up to your jaw again, thumb swiping across your skin fondly. You nudge his nose with yours affectionately, wrapping your arms around his waist and under his jacket. 

But you feel something scratch gently against your arm from inside the jacket. With furrowed brows, you reach into a pocket sewn inside the fabric.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mumble, amused, pulling out the punch card with only one stamp staining its cardstock. Matt’s fingers meet with yours, feeling the card held up between you. He laughs when he realizes what it is, placing his forehead to yours.

“Maybe we can finally get that free appetizer, huh?” He kisses your cheekbone, smiling against your skin. You both laugh.

His kiss may have closed out the final chapter of a nine-year chase, but your story with Matt was just beginning.

[skylarinfinity]

m/n: [to jennifer] isn't it weird how we pay money to other people?

jennifer: are you mean like prostitute, concert's and movies?

m/n: glasses jen, glasses...

jennifer: oh-

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[plscallmeeren]

W I L L Y O U T A K E M Y C A S E ?

Jennifer Walters x Reader

Request: yesss

Summary: you and Jen finally get around to that coffee date and more :)

Warnings: Swearing; alcohol and cannabis consumption; criminally hot Jen

Word Count: 2

You had never been so nervous nor excited for a date.

But it was a date, right? What if she sabotaged your court case if it went badly? What if she was disappointed? What if you read her wrong and all she originally wanted was to talk about your case?

But she had blushed and she was no saboteur. She had already e-mailed you on the case and said all she needed to. No, it would be fine. It was with a secondhand kind of defiance you decided you needed to take on that same bold edge you automatically had with other women.

"Can I get you something to drink, young man?" an elderly waiter wheezed, looking thoroughly displeased when you politely told him you were still waiting for someone.

You thought about the Lin Kuei, in a reminiscent way that did bubble up to bother you at least once a day.

What might they think of you here, anxious over a woman they would probably no sooner consider kind than a threat to human society.

You were so lost in thought you didn't notice the door swing open to reveal Jennifer.

She smiled in your direction, presently realising that you didn't know she was there. She noted how you looked so cool and uninterested in everything around you. Something she hadn't seen in you at her office.

You finally glanced at her and immediately lit up with a grand smile.

"I'm glad to see you, Miss Walters."

She sat down happily, seeing again and in a stronger light today that wondrous body, that beautiful smile, those skilled fingers trilling on the surface of the table.

"It's nice to see you too, Mr (y/L/n)," she teased.

You took a moment to let your eyes wander across her attire; the similar white shirt and black pants as she had been wearing last, only with the top buttons undone in a sort of casual flexibility.

"So, am I right to assume the time had come to cover the usual?"

The elderly waiter scurried over immediately, purposefully ignoring the appearance of Jennifer, willing to bring you both your coffee and tea, no matter the skin colour.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Where are you from, Miss Walters?"

•••

"You did what? Oh, that's brutal," you laughed incredulously, Jennifer snickering at her childhood story.

"Well, David shouldn't have called me Susan. He knew I didn't like it, I swear. I had no choice but to unleash all the power of the chicken on him."

"Damn, I'm glad I'm not your cousin. Is this a bad time to tell you I'm afraid of millipedes? If I ever do something to hurt you, will you drop a bucket of them over my head?"

"Millipedes? What on earth's so scary about millipedes?" she laughed, and you decided them and there you were prepared to admit to a thousand fears to hear her laugh 1001 times.

"Well- I dunno, they kinda just crawl all over you, y'know? When I was little we had a basement and in the winter the whole floor was full of them and if you stood there long enough they'd start crawling up your legs." You shuddered. Another things the Lin Kuei would never understand.

"Okay, that does sound pretty uncomfortable," she conceded, a quick, involuntary glance at her watch when she saw the waiter glare at them.

Apparently, he wasn't used to loud customers spending more than two hours at his workplace without spending more than ten dollars.

"Looks like moustache is getting impatient, huh?" you whispered, winking at her before standing up and pressing a ten dollar bill into the man's palm coolly.

It seemed those two dollars and 30 cents extra were enough to buy you an extra warm goodbye, with many good tidings and an enthusiastic 'can't wait for your next visit'.

"You didn't have to pay, y'know," Jennifer said on the way out, the glass door falling into place with a clank behind you.

"That's fine. You can pay next time if you want." She couldn't help but smile at the implication of a next time.

"So... I'm heading to a house party with a friend soon, but if you want you can tag along?"

You didn't really expect her to accept. Your date had ended, she probably wanted to go home and recuperate, or head back to work, depending on how her hours worked...

You realised then how much you still wanted to talk to her about.

What you hadn't calculated into your estimation was that Jennifer, while possibly rather nervous or an over-thinker - was also a merciless extrovert.

"Yeah, sure, if you really don't mind?"

"Certainly not, love," you covered up quickly, and so you comfortable made your way to a rather different part of Los Angelos.

Your friend Wren lived in a rather rundown place in the north of L.A. Her apartment basically consisted of a kitchen, a dingy bathroom with a broken light and a poorly concealed bed.

You opened her door with you own set of keys, the first event of the evening Jennifer didn't comment on.

"Wren! You home?"

"Yeah, just putting on my make-up. Come on in," she shouted back from her giant bed.

"I brought a visitor." You glanced at the clock in the kitchen which read half past six.

"Really? You telling me you had human contact with someone apart from me?" Mockery ebbed into her tone with defiance.

"Jennifer. I told you, remember?"

The second event she didn't ask about.

"Oh... right. Wait a sec." There was some shuffling from behind the paper flip-wall and she popped out, one eye with eyeliner and mascara and one without. "Hi! It's nice to meet you."

"Uh- Nice to meet you, too." Some part of Jennifer had denied the female voice and somehow stuck to the assumption that your friend was a man.

Wren was very far from a man. She thrived on being feminine and her body had definitely graced her with a figure to support that sentiment.

You pulled her into a quick hug. Not the kind of quickness that derived from lack of comfort, but the kind which you only did out of habit because you saw each other every day, anyway.

She gulped. You wouldn't have asked her on a date if she had anything to worry about. You wouldn't have asked her if she wanted to come if you weren't interested after all.

Or would you? Did the date not go well? Were you just being polite?

"Zip this up for me, would you?" Wren asked, turning around from one skin-bearing side of her dress to another. Not much was left to imagination.

You zipped up the back of her black dress harshly, leaning over to whisper in her ear: "Cut it out. I don't need you making her jealous, the date went well."

She pulled away, offered Jennifer something to eat and while she walked to the fridge, her answer was breathed right back at you: "If you're not at home fucking, the date didn't go well enough."

You sighed. Wren generally focused on the physical part of relationships, and admittedly, usually you did, too. But this was a different situation.

Jennifer wasn't just hot - she was, no doubt about it - she was also kind and smart and open and...

Oh, no.

"So, Jen... I wasn't counting on you coming, but I have a dress here that you can wear."

"Oh. Wow, that's really nice of you," Jennifer answered kindly, ignoring the nickname.

"Here," Wren announced, pulling out one of the most revealing dresses You had ever seen in your life. Red with a slight shimmer, high cuts on the sides, deep v-neck, a diamond cut out above the abdomen, and on her it would be… well, her.

"You're fine to go in what you're wearing now, too," you said quickly, but again you had underestimated her confidence.

"No, that looks nice. Thanks again."

She took the dress under her arm with a wink and sauntered to the bed. Your eyes widened and you couldn't help but follow the swing of her hips.

"Okay, first of all, she's hot, like, truly sexy," Wren started, and I let my face fall to my palms. "Second; totally into you. She was glaring daggers at me before."

"Yes, thank you for that," you whispered sarcastically.

"You're welcome." A cunning smile, indeed.

What that dress on Jennifer did to you could not be described. The curve of her ass and bosom that you swore to yourself you only noticed in peripheral vision and the hugging fabric, slights rills for texture, her hair out and shining.

You looked away quickly as to not let your body betray you, and this was the third event Jennifer didn't question even though she wanted to.

•••

You were quick to realise that this was not Jennifer's scene and that she was subsequently doing an impressive job of blending in.

The night club hadn't been busy; it was only 7:30 when you arrived - far too early for the crowd, but you were going to meet some friends and had hoped to talk before two bodies couldn't help but press together in the open space.

It was eleven o'clock now - you had long given up on talking and had waded into the crowd to dance, or at least move somewhat to the beat.

And even though she was only moving to the beat, Jen looked incredible. She always did, but this was a little new.

She had transformed back to human form because she didn't want to be introduced or recognised as a hulk and she wanted to fit into the dress.

You couldn't believe how much you loved both of her forms. How could she always be so gorgeous?

"Hot in here, isn't it?" she asked, having managed to reach the other end of the open.

You opened your mouth once or twice before answering, still half embarrassed by your thoughts, then mumbled a 'yeah, I guess so'.

"Can we go outside for a moment?"

"Sure."

Once you were situated in the backyard of The Black Cat, you pulled out a cigarette, lighting it quickly, only now considering whether that might put her off.

Deeming it too late, you took another drag and held it between two fingers as you sat down. "What's up, love?"

"Something's off about you," she stated bluntly, and you accidentally took the smoke up your nose.

"Sorry?"

"Oh- Okay, that sounded wrong. What I mean is- Look, I have had more contact with the supernatural in the past year than ever before, so my believing has been tried and tested. You," she pointed her index finger in your vague direction as if she had to specify who she meant, "did not seem bothered by that scorching hot coffee until I asked you about it. You aren't hot in the club. You don't sweat. Your fingers were blue the other day at the office - I promise, it wasn't nearly that cold."

You gulped. It was a bad habit of yours - letting your fingers go cold when you were anxious to distract you. How could you make an excuse to explain this? Would she believe it? Could you make yourself tell her all that simply wasn't true?

Weren't you finally tired of hiding that part of you?

"Uh- Okay. You promise you won't freak out?" you asked unsurely, and she quickly nodded. "Well- Have you ever heard of Sub-Zero? That, um... That might or might not be me, depending on whether or not you're one of the people who think he's a vigilante."

You could clearly see the shock on her face and your heart sunk. No one knew that other than people involved and Wren. You hadn't trusted anyone else. You had only known this woman for two days. Why had you told her?

"I'm not. If there's one thing I've learned other than to expect everything... it's that you don't know anything if you don't have a motive."

She smiled. You beamed.

She leaned in slowly, closing her eyes, and you stomach did somersaults in the most childish way you might imagine.

Your lips met and it all fell into place. Literally and figuratively. You were born to kiss this woman. Born to put your hands on her waist and pull her into your lap while she ran her fingers through your hair. Born to think of what a beautiful mind she had while being overwhelmed by physical attraction.

You stayed like that for a while, then danced together, then went back to Wren's house in the early hours to help your friend throw up and finally parted with a goodnight kiss that lasted just six seconds too long.

She didn't question any more events that night.

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Sorry if it's a bit rushed toward the end but I've already written the next part and I wanted to post it... will do so upon interaction ;) that's called marketing strategies btw

Next part is a little filthy but also wholesome in the sexiest way. Hope you're ready..........

Good night

-Eren ❤️

[subzero1818]

Does anyone take submissions for the Jennifer Walters x reader anymore since these are the two I would like to have done?

1. Jennifer Walters x soulmate reader. Multiple chapters and angst with a good ending In a world where only one knows who their soulmate is, the only way for them to be with their soulmate is to tell them, but unfortunately for the reader who is aware of Jennifer's dating profile and dates, they go to Jennifer's office to tell her the news, and once they tell her, they suddenly break their own hearts before they actually say anything, and before Jennifer is capable of giving them a response, the reader quickly leaves the office and avoids Jennifer who tries to talk to them.

2. Multiple chapter socially awkward sub Jennifer Walters x oblivious dom himbo fire fighter reader Y/N meets Jennifer through different occasions and hilarious or romantic situations, which started out thanks to a fire that happened at the law firm.

[spencestyles]

Instagram Girl (pt 2)

summary: you meet spencer’s team after finding out they’ve seen your instagram

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: none

words: 1k+

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you can't tell but our shoes are matching

comments

drreid: I told you to caption it "Matchy, matchy" but whatever, we're still cute.

penelope_meow: THIS IS SO CUTE I SHIP

y/u/n: @penelope _meow you must be one of Spencer's work friends, the technical analyst

"Spencer did your work friends find out about us?" you asked.

“They did, I guess our technical analyst-“

“Penelope,” you cut him off.

"Yes, Penelope, she saw that I commented on your picture, which I almost never do, and she looked at the post and then stalked your account," Spencer explained.

"Can I meet them now?" you asked, knowing yes would be your answer. Spencer never said no to you.

"There is a dinner at Rossi's tonight," Spencer said. "I was going to ditch it, but if you want to meet the team I can tell Dave we're coming."

"Yes we are going," you said. "I need to shower, I'll be out in like ten minutes."

In the BAU groupchat

y/n and I are coming to dinner tonight

Penelope: OMG FINALLY

Dave: Good! I made extra pasta!

Jennifer: I can't wait to meet her!

You walked out of the shower and saw Spencer smiling at his phone, "What are you smiling at?"

"My friends are excited to meet you," Spencer said.

"I'm feeling anxious," you said honestly. "What should I wear?"

"Wear that new black dress you got," Spencer said.

"Are you sure you want me to wear that?" You asked honestly. "I mean it is pretty scandalous for me to just be meeting your team."

"Derek has been making fun of me for being a virgin for years" Spencer explained. "I want them to know I have a sexy girlfriend that I sleep with nightly." You laughed and walked into your shared bedroom and changed. You walked out ready to leave.

"Spence, we should leave now," you said.

"Wow," Spencer began. "Maybe, you should change."

"Spencer Walter, I am not changing" you said. "I knew this was going to happen, I am not changing. Don't make a fool out of yourself. We are leaving." You were freaking out. You had never met Spencer's team and you knew they were going to be critical. They were his best friends.

You stepped out of Spencer car and looked at David's house, well mansion, "Wow."

"Just wait until you see whats on the inside," Spencer laughed. You walked up to the front of the house shaking. You were so nervous and Spencer also made you late. Spencer knocked on the door and you heard the noise from inside the house stop and people walking to the door. The door opened and six familiar people stood smiling at the door.

"Hello," Spencer said. "Team this is my girlfriend, y/n this is my team."

"Hi," you said softly as David took you inside.

"Can you guys not be so awkward, try not to scare her off. Jesus Christ," Spencer whisper-yelled at the team.

"Sorry Pretty Boy, but we are just excited to see Spencer's hot new girlfriend," Derek said.

"Don't call my girlfriend hot," Spencer said. "I know she is." Smirking, Spencer walked away to his girlfriend who was talking to Aaron and David.

"So y/n, Spencer told us you are a teacher," Aaron said.

"Yeah I'm an English teacher, I have a Phd in Literature," you responded.

"Spencer never told us you had a Phd," David said.

"I don't talk to many people about it, especially since I'm a high school English 9 teacher," you said quietly.

"Well, y/n, I have a seven year old, and he is not the best reader," Aaron began. "Maybe you could help him out."

"I would love to, but don't be too worried if he's not a strong reader, all kids read at different paces," you said feeling Spencer's arm around your waist. "Not everyone is Spencer Reid. I couldn't even read properly until I was nine, all the words were jumbled because I was so stressed about reading properly."

"Well lets eat," David said. "The pasta is going to get cold." You all walked over to the table sitting down. You sat between David and Spencer.

"So y/n," JJ began passing around a salad bowl. "How did you and Spencer meet?"

"Well we were guest lecturing at the same class," The team looked at you strangely. "Because of my background in literature, I helped sex crimes with a case that had to do with poetry." They nodded in understanding. "So we were lecturing and after the class we were talking because Spencer made this super silly joke about Romeo and Juliet, which thinking about it was a very strange dark humor. But I found it funny so I asked him to coffee and basically we talked about books and why a high school English teacher was helping the FBI." The team smiled.

"I'm glad he met you y/n," Derek said. "I haven't seen Pretty Boy this happy in a long time."

"Pretty boy?" you asked.

"It's a nickname I made up for him when he first joined the team," Derek said as the team snickered.

"So that must be why Spencer got super weirded out when I started calling him that," you said.

"No way, pretty girl calls pretty boy, pretty boy?" Penelope asked.

"Yes and no," you explained. "Now it is mainly a joke, but I do say it because it is very true." The team laughed while Spencer blushed profusely.

y/u/n

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finally got to meet spencer's work friends

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drreid: They love you almost as much as I do.

penelope_meow: YOU ARE AMAZING.

jenniferjareau: We need to have a girls night! SOON!

drreid

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pretty girl

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y/u/n: I love you

derek1118morgan: she almost may be prettier than you pretty boy

emily_prentiss: if you two ever end things let me know @y/u/n

y/u/n

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note to self: always let Jennifer Jareau pick out your outfits for brunch with the girls

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jenniferjareau: this fit >>>>

drreid: You look amazing as always

rossidave: Your Italian is showing

y/u/n

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spence finally got the guts

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drreid: Can't wait to spend forever and a day with you

aaronhotchnerBAU: Congratulations y/n, Jack and I are excited for you both

penelope_meow: You need to tell me all about it sunshine

jenniferjareau: Me too!

emily_prentiss: Me three!

y/u/n: Girls night tonight?

derek1118morgan: Congrats y/n, glad you said yes because I was hyping Spencer up all week

rossidave: Congratulations y/n, talk to me if you need help with planning the wedding. My back yard is a great and free space.

y/u/n

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this is the only photo from the bachlorette party that we have a decent amount of clothes on

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emily_prentiss: BEST NIGHT EVER

jenniferjareau: Never let me drink that much again

penelope_meow: I NEED to see those other pictures

derek1118morgan: So do I baby girl

drried: No you don't Derek

drreid: Hopefully it was your best last night out as a y/l/n

y/nreid

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happy

comments:

drreid: I love you

drreid: You looked absolutely beautiful today