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YOU'RE A MEAN ONE, MISTER GOJO ─ SATORU G.

synopsis: satoru gojo is spoiled and arrogant. he's also the next in line to inherit his family's fortune. his father sends him far away in a small town for a week in hopes that he'll 'change' for the better. instead of the usual five-starred hilton hotels, he stays at a local inn and starts to befriend the owner's daughter.

tropes: small town romance, christmas au, golden retriever x black cat

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contents: fem!reader, spoiled rich boy!gojo, acts like an ass to everyone but hopelessly falls in love with you at first sight, feels like a really bad hallmark movie, mentions of wealth class differences, reader isn't a tsundere - she's just indifferent for the most part and introverted word count: 7.5K (idk i will uh make the fics shorter in the future) a/n: thank you anon for requesting this!! idk if this is what you wanted but hopefully you like it!! :3 everyone also give a round of applause to @popponn for beta reading this big mess LMAO

Satoru Gojo has a lot of expectations, but this certainly isn’t one of them.

He isn’t particularly excited about spending a week away from his big city penthouse to be rotting in a small town motel in the middle of nowhere but, his father, CEO of Gojo Corporations, heavily insisted that he ‘needs this’ and that ‘it’ll be good for the company’ — whatever that means. Satoru is confident that his father thinks he’s incapable of running the family business after last month’s run with the paparazzi and his third fling of the month. It wasn’t his fault that they got caught doing drugs at one of Zenin's parties, everyone else was doing the same thing, it just so happened that the cameras were only focusing on him.

Well, that’s what he gets for signing up to be the son of one of the richest men on Earth.

“You need to start taking this seriously,” he recalls his father slamming his fist down at the desk before throwing a bottle of Henessy at the wall. “I don’t want this company to go bankrupt just because I have a son who only thinks with his dick.”

Ouch… but he’s not wrong about that.

So now Satoru finds himself driving up a winding road somewhere very deep in the mountains. Exactly five hours away from the city. And, for the past three hours, all he’s been seeing are miles and miles of pine trees, sheets of snow, and — he had recently learned this from Suguru — sugar shacks. Apparently when you’re out over a hundred miles into wilderness territory these sap houses are littered everywhere. The fact that Satoru is beginning to count more shacks than designer cars on the road is really starting to get to him.

“This whole thing is so fucking stupid,” Satoru has also been talking to himself throughout the journey in order to not lose his mind. “He could’ve just sent me door to door caroling instead of whatever this is.” Satoru doesn’t know how to sing well, but he does know all the lyrics to ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ and that usually gets him all the tips. He wonders if he can manage to make a small side hustle when he starts wasting his week here.

He takes a sharp turn up around the hill before finally recognizing a big red sign with the name ‘Mistle Town’ as seen on the postcard his dad left him before leaving. It takes him another five minutes of driving through said small town, which is quite literally something out of one of those really bad holiday movies that his mom would force him to watch when he was little, before arriving at the inn. Upon arriving, Satoru is noticeably disappointed at the lack of valet assistance and, the size and design of the inn, is rather lackluster.

First, it just looks like a regular white farmhouse. Maybe having a max of ten rooms, none of them being penthouse sized, Satoru assumes. There are a couple of flowerbeds out front, all covered in a couple of inches of snow, and there’s subtle signs of holiday decor slowly bleeding its way outside. He sees someone dressed in an oversized puffer by the entrance, arms occupied with red tinsel and large white ornaments, and figures that the first nice thing he’ll do is to help out a random stranger — just to prove something to his dad.

Satoru parks his Rolls Royce in a spot furthest away from everyone else in the parking lot and sends a ‘im alive and well’ text to Suguru, because he’s very much so going to be in frequent contact with him for the remainder of the trip, before heading up.

“Need a hand?” He points out the obvious but still manages to throw a smile as if he’s already fixed the situation unfolding in front of him.

Satoru’s presence seems to pull you from your busy trance. You wiped your body around, nearly smacking the damn tinsel in his face, and made a small surprised noise.

“I’ve got it,” you muffle out and he looks entirely unconvinced but, whatever, he tried anyway.

Satoru gives you a few encouraging pats on the back before heading inside, failing to realize his strength and causing you to lose your balance, making a few ornaments tumble to the ground. Thank god they’re all plastic though.

He pretends to not hear you yelling after him as he enters the double doors, immediately greeted by the scent of roasted coffee beans and leather. It’s the precious hour in the morning where nobody comes by, right after the cleaning staff had just finished vacuuming, when he struts in. He immediately spots someone vaguely familiar by the front desk. Long black hair, a red poofy bow tie in the back, and a distinctive scar across her face. The woman isn’t working alone, a man with another facial marking is next to her, brewing two cups of coffee by the espresso machine.

Satoru looks at the woman again and outwardly smiles. “What are you doing here?”

“Ugh,” Utahime’s composure immediately falters at the sound of his voice, not that it’s a big shock. “Helping the family business, what else?” she throws back with a certain sharpness to her tone, and waves off the casual talk. “Have you even mentally prepared yourself for what you’re getting into?”

Satoru simply shrugs and saunters over to a nearby seat by the counter. “Nah, honestly just planning to fuck around till I get back.”

Utahime flushes a little, though it’s mainly from frustration. “Satoru Gojo, you really are—”

“Utahime,” the man next to her speaks, handing her a cup of coffee, and slides Satoru a freshly brewed one, too. “I can explain the details to him, if you would like?”

The older female rubs the bridge of her nose and exhales a long, overdue sigh. “Please do, Choso.”

“Yeah,” Satoru leans into the counter, lips pointed down at this new face. “Please, do tell.”

“You’re basically our little Santa helper.” A new voice rings out from behind him. It spooks Satoru from his seat and he whips his head around to be met with your narrow eyes.

“Huh?”

“Also think of this as an unpaid internship.” You start laughing when he gags on his own saliva at your statement. “Okay, you don’t have to be so dramatic about it.”

Satoru swallows. “U-Unpaid…?”

Now it’s Utahime’s turn to speak, she huffs and tosses a couple of stockings into his arms. “Your father sent us a lengthy email a few days prior regarding your bratty behavior. So, of course, we came prepared.”

“Prepared…?” He feels the fabric in his hands and whines at the grainy texture. This is so not 100% real wool.

If Satoru thought he had any chance of actually taking over his father’s company, because he knows the difference between supply and demand, he’s wrong.

Customer service is not his forte. He’s always thrown emails and sponsorship paperwork at his many assistants, and Satoru doesn’t even know his own email log-in password. So, when you walked up to him first thing the next morning with a brown apron, the inn’s logo large and embroidered in the center, telling him how to function all these coffee machines that he’s seen behind hundreds of counters, it invoked some fear into his already wrecked nerves. Plus, no one dared to warn him about the clientele during a holiday rush.

“I want a venti peppermint frappe with two pumps of chocolate, three pumps of hazelnut, replace it with almond milk, one shot of espresso, and top it off with a drizzle of caramel on top.”

He slumps against the counter. “You sure you want all of that?”

“Can I please get a half dozen sfogliatella and a cannoli?

He starts picking at his cuticles and sneers. “Sorry, I don’t speak Italian.”

“My change is supposed to be five dollars, you only gave me three back?”

Satoru groans. “You’re trying to scam me, aren’t you?”

By the end of his four hour shift, Satoru feels like he’s just done more charity work than he’s ever done in his life — actually, maybe this could also be comparable to the time where he did the ribbon cutting ceremony at Chanel; gotta support small businesses, right?

“Gojo.” You’re seated across from him behind the counter, arms crossed and pursed lips.

He barely spares you a glance as he idly plays whatever shitty mobile game that’s number one on the app store. “Mhm? What is it?” He clearly knows you’re upset, your voice practically screams ‘I will end you’ in the most monotonous way possible. But can you blame him? Of all places, Satoru does not want to spend his winter break here.

You jerk your head to the side, fingers rhythmically tapping away on the counter, clearly unimpressed. “It hasn’t even been a full day and you’ve managed to piss off every single customer.”

Satoru expression shifts, brow creasing, and sighs, grabbing a handful of mint chocolate from the freebie candy jar by the register. “Don’t be dramatic,” he rolls his eyes and shoves three pieces in his mouth before jabbing a finger at a young man. “I didn’t piss him off!”

You glower, cheeks slightly puffed out. “That’s Yuuji and he’s practically a family friend and Choso’s little brother, so he doesn’t count,” you explain before adding, “Plus, he’s literally nice to everyone. You’re not special.”

And for a second, Satoru considered arguing that fact. Having been born into wealth, granted whatever wish he wanted, his butlers and maids are always on speed dial, that’s the lifestyle he’s used to. Placed on this tiny rock called Earth just to take over it one day, is what his father used to always say to him. But how can he, Satoru Gojo, take over when he’s stuck working a minimum — scratch that, unpaid — wage job as punishment?

Instead of fighting, Satoru slumps against the counter and pouts, like a little kid who just got their toy taken away. You and your sister Utahime have a clear advantage over him, by somehow being close, yet distant, friends to his family. Maybe karma is real.

“I’m putting you on ski lessons later.”

Satoru’s ears perk at this. “Oh, so I get some employee benefits, right?”

You roll your eyes, digging deep in your pockets to pull out a sheet with his name next to a list of others. “Wrong. You’re in charge of teaching five year olds how to ski.”

“Huh?”

Somehow that sounds even worse than being a barista. Kinda.

By the end of his first day of unemployment, Satoru tries to convince himself that a full change of scenery is nice. Well, he has to convince himself, otherwise he’s stuck dreading each coming day for the rest of the week.

“Tired yet, Gojo?”

You flop down on a spare armchair in his room, squishing his Canada Goose jacket underneath. He’s too tired to yell at you to get off and tumbles onto his bed, feet dangling off the edge, letting out a loud groan when his face immediately makes contact with the rough wooly blanket. Surprisingly to him, everything just feels so comfortable that the quality of the products doesn’t even cross his mind.

Sure, the air in the room is a bit musty, and he can feel his cheeks flaring up from the sudden change in temperature and the dull aching nag in his legs from demonstrating ski tricks to toddlers, but there’s an odd sense of fulfillment swelling in his chest just about now. He almost suggests taking over Choso’s lesson but, according to the hotel pamphlet, there’s going to be an ice fishing tournament tomorrow and he kinda wants to check that out, too.

“Exhausted,” he mumbles into the sheets, eyes squeezed shut. Satoru wiggles his body around for a few moments before slipping out of his snow boots and stares out the window, noticing flickering green and purple lights in the night sky. “Woah, are those…?”

He hears you laugh beside him. “Yeah, northern lights. We see them all the time during the winter.”

“Only seen them bitches in ‘Polar Express’.” Satoru finds himself saying whatever’s on his mind right now, his brain too whipped out to control his mouth. “You guys are lucky to see this every night.”

“I know you’re all pooped out from today but,” he feels the mattress dip by the edge and your fingers poking at his thighs. “Did you wanna head up to the balcony and watch them for a bit?” you say this experimentally, waiting for his reaction.

Satoru might be a stranger to most natural phenomenons, having to zone out all the time whenever he did go on family vacations to a fancy national park when he was younger. Though, during the short time of spending his time here, it makes him think about packing up and leaving behind the fast paced city life for a bit of natural beauty and brightness.

“Carry me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re like a giant.”

He manages to gather some energy to sit up on his elbows. “You should at least have some form of hospitality to a family friend, you know?”

You eye him for a long moment, and then finally huff, breaking the contact to kick your feet into the festive carpeted floor. “Alright, just don’t lean your whole body weight on me.”

“Wouldn’t count on that.”

Both of you end up tumbling onto the balcony rails around one in the morning. As expected, Satoru couldn’t keep to his promise, throwing his ridiculously long arms around your shoulders, and whining the whole way up the stairs. It’s not his fault that the inn didn’t have an elevator installed. In all, it’s not a bad day — a bad night, even.

You straighten him against the railing before throwing a blanket over him. The fabric is thick and heavy, and Satoru forgets the ache in his limbs as he watches the way your eyes focus, eyebrows knitted, when you’re making sure he stays bundled up against the winter air. Once upon a time, Satoru never would’ve thought he would actually enjoy being in the company of someone who’s actively trying to teach him a lesson.

“Okay,” you say suddenly, almost like a reminder that you need to breathe, and pull away from him once he’s wrapped tightly like a swaddled baby.

You both sit in silence for a moment, and Satoru feels the urge to fill all that silence. He supposes maybe that’s why most people find him so annoying. He never really shuts up, always wants to add the last comment to everything. Though, with the help of Suguru by his side, it’s gotten slightly easier and bearable for others but, when his head is big and full of loud thoughts, it’s so hard trying to calm the buzzing noise in his head and —

“Gojo, look,” your pointer finger darts at the illuminated skyline in the distance and he snaps his head, following the trail, before gasping.

He feels your other hand tugging at the blanket when he finally makes out two faint bright lights in the distance. You squirm slightly next to him, to the point where your shoulders touch, and Satoru finally breathes, because suddenly, there’s heat rushing in. The loud, rough winds around him seem to die down and he’s aware of the slightly gazed expression on your face as you look into the far distance.

“Did you make a wish?” he finds himself whispering.

You grin. “Yeah, gonna make you work here for eternity,” you reply back in good natured spirit.

Something stirs inside Satoru. Something important. Well, Satoru-level important, so in the grand scheme of things, not very — but still. He unravels parts of his blanket and throws it over your head, making sure that it messes up your hair, and laughs when you throw him another pout.

“Did you make a wish?” you adjust the blanket so it covers your shoulders, moving a little closer to him, avoiding the cool breeze.

Satoru nods but presses a finger to his lips. “Not telling, though. Might not come true if I do.”

“Oh, shoot. Maybe I should’ve kept mine a secret then.”

He rolls his eyes and nudges your waist with an elbow. “You will definitely not see me here again.”

Satoru realizes, very fast, that his life has become very different, very quickly. And it might not be the bad kind of different.

Over the course of the next few days, he’s practically glued to your side as you’re showing him all things related to hospitality that his father tried to drill into him when he was a pre-teen. Obviously, it didn’t work at the time. Satoru’s known for being defiant just because he wanted to, and eventually his father stopped with the after school etiquette lessons. You, on the other hand, unfortunately have him tied around your fingers.

“You need to tidy up the edges more, Gojo.”

“There’s barely a wrinkle in these sheets!” He points at the bed sheet on the mattress, the one that he’d been working on for the last ten minutes in vain while you stood next to him with slightly concerned eyes. It’s a room service type of lesson today and, even though Satoru has never made his own bed before, he’s positive that he didn’t leave behind any smudges that might catch anyone’s eye.

“Did you check tuck in the sides? Or are you trying to get off easy for today?” You say, there’s a mild accusation in your tone when you speak, smiling as you step aside.

And, despite the warm smile, Satoru frowns a little, because guess who forgot to tuck in the sides?

When Satoru ducks his head around the mattress and sees a good loose chunk of the sheets hanging off and groans when you’re right. “It’s not my fault that they’ve made them so big for no reason,” he replies, somewhat embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head and messing up his already ruffled hair.

You roll your eyes and stick a tongue out. “You’re getting the hang of it though, maybe even faster than Yuuji when he first offered to help.”

He flushes at the unexpected praise and quickly fixes the sheets, turning his whole entire body away from your sight. “Better than Yuuji, right?”

“Oh? So, you only work better with compliments, Gojo?” You sound amused, as if a lightbulb just popped on top of your head.

Satoru flattens out the bed once more, strangely now feeling satisfied with the final outcome before turning around, sticking out a tongue of his own. “Only if it’s from you,” he answers, honestly.

You laugh, and hopefully it’s not at him. “I thought you would be more annoying to deal with.”

“So, I’m just regular amounts of annoying?” He points out, with a fake frown, his fingers fiddling with the edges of the sheet.

You turn your gaze, seemingly in deep thought, before responding with a small shrug and grin. “Possibly a perfect amount of annoying.”

Satoru feels the blood rushing to his cheeks, again. “Well, of course, it’s the perfect amount because I’m perfect,” he replies, instantly, but suddenly he’s shy and feels the need to go to the next room to fix their stupid sheets before he combusts in front of you.

“Gojo,” you say, almost hesitantly.

He swallows and rubs the back of his neck, wiping off evidence of his sweaty palms. “Yeah?”

“You missed a spot,” and your pointer fingers direct at the far right corner of the bed frame. He must’ve pulled the sides too hard and it caused the other side to flip over. Ugh, he’s not cut out for this at all.

“I’m… uh, still better than Yuuji, right?”

“Mhm, getting there, Gojo.”

By day four, Satoru has surprisingly adjusted to the rules and responsibilities. He’s not entirely sure what’s gotten him mildly well behaved, Suguru is a bit surprised by the daily updates being less… aggressive and whiny. What started as long vent paragraphs about the lack of heated flooring and needy customers, soon turned into photo albums of kids face planting into the snow and unconsented selfies with you in the background. Satoru absolutely makes sure you end up looking the worst out of the two because he’s gotta let his best friend know who’s the prettiest and he’s definitely racking up a blackmail album of all of your worst moments in case anything happens in the future.

It’s closing time and he just got back from the reindeer shed out in the back, covered head to toe in all things hay and snow. First things first, and no one bothered to tell him, but reindeers smell bad. Like, really bad. Especially at the end of the day, where their pens are covered in shit and countless carrots and apple bits from the little kids overfeeding them. Satoru is vaguely aware of the fact that he smells, just like he’s vaguely aware that the hotel lobby is oddly quiet from the usual banter between you and the usual workers.

Utahime and Choso are sitting by the cafe bar, seemingly deep in conversation about ordering more supplies for next week. Satoru thinks about interrupting their session with probably an unrelated dumb question, but the idea dies when Utahime notices his presence and motions him to come over.

“You stink,” Satoru casts a half-glare at Utahime and begins picking out some of the scattered hay pieces stuck to his sweater.

“For the record, I became good friends with Rudolph and Vixen today,” he grumbles back and Choso throws him a pat on the back.

“Hey, I don’t mind your stink, by the way. Smells kinda nice,” Choso offers up, but Satoru only shoots him a very unhappy look.

“If you think I smell nice then I’m really worried about what you think smells bad,” then he turns over to Utahime again, who’s engrossed in whatever is on her clipboard right now. “So, what did you need from me?”

“My sister,” she starts and taps away at the clipboard before handing it over to him. It’s pages upon pages of invoices from the past month. “Could you hand this to her? She should be in the back.”

“You treating me like an errand boy?”

Utahime scoffs. “What? Don’t wanna see her?”

“No, I do,” he responds, a bit too fast for his own liking, and straightens out. “Uh, is that all?” Satoru hopes his face doesn’t betray how much he’s a bit excited to interact with you, given that today was a full day out in the trenches, and he absolutely needs to hear you say his name at least twice a day in order to have a good night’s sleep.

Choso is trying really hard not to laugh, and Satoru takes it as a sign that he currently has a cheesy smile on his face — go figure. “One of the corner rooms upstairs requested a weighted blanket, mind also doing that too?”

There’s a certain relief that floods through Satoru and he thinks maybe he can take on a few more tasks for the night if that means spending a little more time with you, even if his body is screaming that he needs to take a two hour long shower.

“Hey,” he starts to say when he rounds the corner, “Where’d you put those weighted blankets again?”

Satoru expected to walk in on you neck-deep in paperwork. You’ve mentioned earlier in the week that this year would be the busiest and there’s a bunch of stuff due. Something about end of the year tax returns and inventory counts, it all goes out his ear but he remembers something similar that his father told him in a prior conversation. He thinks he could probably help you figure out some of it, but that might be a bit much.

What he walks in on, thought, is you sitting in your little makeshift office. You’re on your laptop, the screen’s tilted just right enough that he gets a glimpse of what you��re looking at. You’re looking at flights and hotels, even got a whole spreadsheet on the second monitor. From what he’s seen of you so far, you didn’t come off as the type to talk about your future that much.

His voice catches you by surprise and your expression flickers from something vaguely focused to embarrassment real quick. You hastily close out the tabs and go back to the hotel’s homepage.

“What is it, Gojo?” And there’s this awkward, oddly frantic moment of you fumbling around with the keyboard and mouse, like a teenage boy who’s just got caught looking at porn.

“Ah,” Satoru thinks seeing your flustered side is rather adorable, to say the least. “You tryin’ to plan a vacation or something?” He struts over to your desk, placing a firm hand onto the back of the chair, and there’s this smile on his face that just screams ‘gotcha’.

Your face scrunches up but it’s not out of annoyance. “Kinda?”

Even with a grumpy look, it’s a good look on you. Makes you kinda dark, brooding, and beautiful, and it turns your eyes into dark storm clouds, or some other weird, waxy poetic shit that Satoru can’t figure out the words to. Either way, Satoru thinks you look cute and can’t stop noticing your little facial movements. You’re more expressive than you would probably imagine.

“Ooh, where to?”

You sigh and start playing with your thumbs. “Malaysia. My friend told me great things about it and I’ve been meaning to go for a while now but time and money are always iffy.”

“Makes sense, I can imagine that being an inn assistant doesn’t pay all the bills.”

That was probably the wrong thing to say. You huff and glare, an icy-death glare, at him. If looks could kill, Satoru is sure that he’ll be six feet underground by now.

“Weighted blankets are on the second floor closet by the laundry room,” you answer his initial question curtly before shutting the laptop. “Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“It was just a question,” he mumbles slowly, and maybe even a little dangerously. “If money’s an issue—”

“Gojo.” Your voice is fixed and rigid, one that leaves absolutely no room for debate. “Your dad was right about you; you always just fall back to your fame and wealth.”

As you’re busy staring, Satoru realizes that you’re kinda being a total ass to him right now.

“That’s not fair,” his voice is rising and can’t seem to put a stop to the words spilling out. “Don’t bring my dad into this conversation.”

“Or what? You can go back to your privileged life anytime you want. This is just a field trip for you while others actually have to try hard and make a living.” You spit out.

“No one forced you to become an inn worker, you know? If you’re so worried about money then you could’ve just found another high paying job.” Satoru wrinkles his nose and his volume continues to rise.

You immediately offer him a dark glare and it comes off in a cut-throat way that shuts Satoru up mid thought. The rest of his counters die in his throat when you start making hand gestures at the office exit and he gets the hint: ‘leave before I lose my shit’ is the calling he sees.

And it works, because he finds his tone shifting a little, awkwardly kicking the floor and backing off. “Whatever…”

That was last night and, by now, Satoru is realizing that he’s kind of a giant asshole and the guilt is slowly eating away at him. Was he always like this? It couldn’t have been — he’s only met you a few days ago, and this is only meant to be a quick, ‘vacational’, getaway. Sure he might be a bit selfish and a dick, but he had been able to function perfectly fine before all of this, hadn’t he?

Satoru’s not really sure.

It’s noon, and he’s lying in bed. Choso had asked him to cover his shift at the cafe, and he’d agreed, readily, even though it’s supposed to be his day off, because you’re working. Choso had texted him, though, saying that you had simply said you’d work the entire shift by yourself.

Of course. It’s absolutely not funny anymore.

Satoru sighs. He’s going to apologize, that’s for sure. It wounds some of his pride, yeah, but whatever, this tension between you guys, though, isn’t worth it. He finds himself wasting his entire morning away rotting in bed. There are things that he could be doing, that he looks forward to, like feeding the reindeers or demonstrating basic ski moves to little kids. Choso and Yuuji totally got him addicted to yelling out ‘pizza’ and ‘french fry’ at every chance he gets. They also got him addicted to a shitty relationship forum they both browse, but somehow the idea of reading other people’s relationship drama, when he’s facing drama of his own, is kinda mentally exhausting.

On second thought, maybe he should post on that forum, actually.

It might not be such a bad idea.

Or maybe he could reach out to Suguru and ask how to apologize?

His best friend is a bit more grounded and attuned with other people’s feelings compared to him, afterall. Satoru’s not good at this stuff and he’s always just cut others off whenever they do argue, but this feels different. And, well, for the first time in forever, Satoru is desperate.

“I fucked up big time and I need to apologize, help me out here?”

Suguru scoffs over the line. “Wow, what happened to saying ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’?”

Satoru rolls his eyes. “Hi, hello. How are you? How do I make a sincere apology?”

“I’m good, thank you. Now, for your request, depends on how big the fuck up is.”

He bites his tongue, finding the right words to essentially not sound like a huge dick but, no matter how he wants to rephrase it, the outcome is the same. “I might’ve implied that she’s poor and needs someone to take care of her?” It sounds so stupid, so mean, and so degrading now that he’s saying it out loud.

He hears Suguru sucking in his teeth and sighs. After a couple of pauses, his best friend finally speaks. “That’s pretty fucked up.”

Satoru frowns. “Okay, yeah, it is,” and he sits up in his bed when a snowball makes an impact against the window. It’s Utahime. And, currently, she’s throwing him the nastiest glare that a woman has ever given him in his life. “Um, I’ll call you back, buddy…”

“What? I haven’t given you—”

“Don’t have time for unwarranted advice right now.”

“You called me!”

“Bye!” Satoru ends the call before shuffling towards the window, swallowing a hard lump, and inches the glass panel just small enough for him to hear coherently and not big enough for her to punt him across the face. “Lovely morning, isn’t it?”

But Utahime is in an obvious shitty mood and Satoru’s lack of charming antics aren’t going to work this time. “I’m going to apologize, I promise,” he tries to insist.

“This is all your fault,” she immediately gets to the point and it makes him shrink back just a tiny bit. He’s starting to see that the bluntness runs in the family. “Just get your ass to work.”

“But my shift doesn’t start till—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Utahime starts to form an even bigger snowball and raises it to the window panel. “Ass out of bed, now.”

Okay, so as much as Satoru had tried to tell himself that this week wouldn’t be bad, it’s really starting to get fucking awful.

Everyone’s in a shit mood. Yuuji tries to crack some jokes but the usual crowd isn’t having it. You’ve been throwing Satoru dirty looks while working behind the cafe counter together and he’s been put on drink duty — which is his worst nightmare — while you’re attending to the customers because you’re young and cute enough for them to be nice to you. Satoru has spilled hot coffee and chocolate on himself like four times so far, and the shift just started. He’s terrified that the rest of this week is going to be like this.

“Can we talk?” Satoru whisper shouts over the espresso machine.

He sees your shoulders tensing up but immediately relaxes them afterwards. “Did you hear something, Yuuji?”

The boy looks up from the bar counter, it’s his day off and he’s catching up on some homework, but the seemingly growing tension that’s unfolding in front of him is making it painfully hard for him to focus on anything engineering related. Yuuji scratches the back of his neck before darting his eyes back and forth between the two of you. Normally, he would be the voice of reason, but Satoru doesn’t blame him when he shakes his head.

“N-Nah, must’ve been the wind or something...”

Great, he’s been reduced to an air draft.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” you agree without missing a beat. As the next customer in line spends an eternity holding everyone up, debating whether to get the seasonal muffin or french toast to go with their drink, you continue, “Thought I heard a rotten brat for a second.”

He absolutely doesn’t expect the harsh insult. Satoru widens his eyes at the outburst and there’s a small pause, the silence ticking in between everyone, and he’s sure that you’re glaring him down somewhere in a small reflection on the counter.

Satoru debates whether to call out your name and shake some sense into you, but Yuuji quickly swallows and makes a motion with his hands to his throat, a universal signal saying — ‘I wouldn’t test the waters, if I were you’.

And, after the customer finally decides that they didn’t want any pastries with their coffee order, you finish the transaction before announcing that you’re going on a small fifteen minute break to “stretch”. Though, anyone could see that you’re planning to cool off before you manage to actually blow up in Satoru’s face.

“How the hell am I going to talk to her?” he groans to Yuuji once you’re finally away. He’s managing the cash register and, surprisingly, finishes taking the remaining orders quite smoothly compared to his first day. At least he can pat himself on the back for this.

“You’ve really pissed her off, dude,” Yuuji replies and Satoru just rolls his eyes because that’s all he’s been hearing from everyone else all day today. “You should talk to her when she’s not… charged up.”

“Way to point out the obvious.” Sometimes he forgets that Yuuji is a bit oblivious. How is he doing so well as a mechanical engineering major?

Yuuji makes an audible ‘pop’ and whistles. “What did you even say to her?”

Satoru groans into his hands. “Did she not tell you?”

“Well, she wasn’t exactly in a chippy mood to talk about anything this morning — outside of work, that is.”

“Here’s a little TLDR version: might’ve said something classist.”

“Might’ve?”

“Okay, definitely said something classist.”

“Then…” Yuuji drums his fingers against the counter, deep in thought. “Y’know, whenever me and Megumi fight, I always invite him out to the movies to try and cheer him up. Might not be applicable to you but…”

Satoru blinks. “Are you suggesting a date would help?”

“Maybe not a date—”

“No, I’m sorry for calling you dumb, you’re so right—a nice date might work!”

“You never called me dumb, though?”

“Yeah, okay, whatever you say, kiddo.”

Satoru unravels the ribbon on his apron and throws it in Yuuji’s general direction, not caring if he tossed the stained uniform directly in his face. He hops the counter and pats the younger male on the shoulder, flashing him a genuine smile because, hey, maybe Yuuji actually is smarter than he looks.

“Gonna totally invite you to the wedding.”

It’s no secret that Satoru Gojo hasn’t been on a proper date in a pathetically long time.

He has swiped right on a number of highly influential celebrities and figures on dating apps before. Matched with nearly all of them. Gone on…maybe a lot of first dates with not a lot of second dates coming right after. Who cares though, everyone’s just there for the photos and followers anyway. Satoru knows that he’s attractive and that he personally loves big, lavish dates but, at this point, he knows you enough to understand you absolutely hate big gestures.

After a short winded conversation with Suguru and Utahime, separately, Satoru has concluded on not buying you first class tickets to Malaysia.

“Are you trying to get her to hate your guts?” Was the general consensus of the conversation with said people.

So, what’s the next best option if he can’t fly you out to Malaysia? The answer is pretty simple — bring Malaysia to Mistle Town. And no, he’s not going to be relying on his black card for anything, even though the back of his mind is telling him otherwise.

Choso blinks several times at Satoru’s printed out proposal. The colorful letters and Google image photos of beaches and coconuts slapped poorly onto the document screams back at Choso and Yuuji, bright and early on Christmas Eve.

It’s unusual for Satoru to be bouncing excitedly in place for someone other than himself. So this catches everyone off guard.

Yuuji whispers something intangible to Choso, but Satoru is able to make it out as, “Do we even have coconuts here?”

To which Choso replies, “It’s winter, so I don’t think so.”

And Yuuji moves onto the next question in queue, “What should we do about the lack of palm trees?”

A patient sigh from Choso, “We could always trim the pine trees outside?” He lamely suggests.

“It’s a good idea, no?” Satoru jumps right back in, completely missing the flat vibe from the brothers. He frowns. “Why are you guys giving me that look?”

And, like his best friend and your sister, the brothers throw him a confused head tilt.

“Well,” Yuuji weakly starts, “Your plan ‘Project: Bring Malaysia here in hopes of Y/N falling in love with me’ doesn’t really sound that great… even on paper.”

Satoru grins, fully expecting that to be the response. “I’ll order the things, don’t worry about it. I just need to borrow your lungs for this project.”

Yuuji scratches his cheek in confusion, laughing nervously again. “Our lungs…?” he echos.

“How long do I have to keep this dumb blindfold on, Choso?”

“U-Um,” Choso shoots Satoru a brow as he carefully guides you through the hotel lobby.

It’s currently decked out from head to toe in all things yellow, green, and pink beach themed inflatables. Choso and Yuuji reminded Satoru last night that maybe two flamingos would’ve been enough to get the message across, but seeing that he ordered a whole colony? Yeah, he’s sending the rich boy prayers as he reels you in further, avoiding collision with the colorful balloons and seven-foot tall palm trees, too.

“Choso?”

He squeezes your shoulders when Satoru shoots him a thumbs up. “Ten seconds.”

Satoru quietly walks over to both of you, tip toeing so the sounds of his loafers are minimized against the flooring. Once he’s inches away, Choso retreats off into a different room, mouthing to him words of final encouragement, which Satoru gladly took.

You appear restless under the blindfold. “I swear to god, if I take it off and there’s a giant pile of reindeer shit in the middle of the lobby I will actually kill somebody—”

And Satoru quietly debates whether or not he wants to keep you like this for a little while before revealing the big surprise. Seeing you flustered and confused is a very cute look on you, after all. But, he’s gotten you this far and it would absolutely kill him to leave you on such a bad notice. It’s now early evening, and the sun’s just starting to set enough that the golden rays illuminate your features from this angle. It takes Satoru back to his first private meeting with you on the balcony and he remembers why he’s even doing this in the first place.

Carefully and slowly, he slips down the blindfold and softly calls out your name. “Hey, take a look around you.”

Your eyes are blown wide when you see his face. Anger and frustration dissipate from your face when you soon realize that Satoru carries a soft expression. He watches as the emotions wash off as quickly as they came. Then, you finally take a look around your surroundings and gasp. “You—You did all of this for me?”

Satoru tenses a little, a bit on the edge. “You want the short or long answer?”

You don’t notice because you’re too preoccupied with the numerous fake flamingos around you. “On second thought, maybe no answer would also work.”

He laughs at this, slightly, before turning shy again. He feels silly, ashamed, and it makes his cheeks flush. “I wanted to say sorry again for what I said earlier.”

“You finally want to talk about it?”

He looks at your idle hands and then back to your face. When he sees that you don't move them away as he inches closer, he takes both of them into his palms, giving them a tight squeeze. “Yeah, I was a big idiot and I thought I was trying to help in the beginning but I just sounded—no, I am—a giant ass.” Satoru concludes.

The atmosphere grows quiet and heavy again. The air humid and thick despite the opened windows and you’re looking at him. Then, there are tiny little smiles that break out on your face, like freckles and stars in the sky.

“You’re such a pillow princess,” and he outright blushes ten shades darker at the nickname, “you’re lucky you’re cute.” Coming from you, that’s as good as a love confession.

I like you, he thinks, but doesn’t say it. He really likes you and doesn’t want to fuck this up.

But, everyone knows that Satoru Gojo is a child at heart.

Satoru doesn’t know who gives in first; realistically, it might’ve been one of those stupid, rare, impossible moments where it’s completely shared. Suddenly the gaudy blow up palm trees and inflatable pool blur from his vision and he feels the world roaring around him when your palms rest on his cheeks. He ducks his head down but you’re the one who closes the distance between.

You taste like strawberries and lavender, smell like warm cocoa, and feel softer than any sherpa blanket he’s had. Satoru closes his eyes and his vision goes white, his hands shakily snake around your waist, pressing you hard against his chest as if you might disappear at any moment. Satoru sighs into the kiss, it feels pleasantly warm, that throb in his chest, it’s a slow, steady thrum of simmering desire and comfort. He’s pretty sure he’s adding way too much tongue, the drool and saliva that comes dripping between you two will be uncomfortable soon, but for now, it adds to the blissed out, satisfaction you’re both basking in.

Finally, you pull away, shortening yourself a good several inches from planting the rest of your feet on the ground. Your eyes are glossed over, watery and looking at him without vexation. “You’re something else.” You say, but there’s no bite.

Satoru doesn’t speak for a moment. He’s too focused on the feeling of your warm fingers sprawled all over his heating face. Too focused on the dull pulse of both nervousness and infatuation slowly spreading through his body because you’re giving him that look. This all feels romantic and stupid, he thinks.

“I’m sorry, again.” The words are quiet, hesitant, and Satoru almost regrets them the moment he speaks.

You shift around a little, now dancing on the balls of your feet, but the grasp you have on his cheeks is still relatively firm, even applying a bit of more pressure as if it’s your way of showing reassurance. You tip your head; your eyes are so vivid and bright, it sends a shiver down Satoru’s spine. In this moment, he remembers every single thing between them in shocking detail — the awkwardness, the tension, the frustration, the dumb banters, and suddenly he’s overwhelmed.

“I’ll forgive you if you give me a private city tour,” you laugh. “And come back to work with us again next year.”

Satoru offers a small smile. “Unpaid?”

“Will you say no if it is?”

He hugs you tighter, a chuckle bubbles in his throat. “I don’t think I can say no because it’s you.”

Though, while some might think that Satoru is the real loser here for being whipped so hard over a small town girl, you know that deep down the real loser is you. Because you managed to have the son of a CEO wrapped around your fingers and now you will never know peace again. But you’re not really complaining; instead, you’re working even harder to save just enough to eventually see your dream destination while Satoru whines and sends an ungodly amount of selfies everyday when he’s back home. And you won’t allow yourself to get snappy because, well, you’re very much head over heels for him, too.

#event: i got my eyes on youೄྀ࿐ˊˎ #doobea writing #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #satoru gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen x female reader

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im begging make more fluffs anout tom like jealous and sum or idk PLSSSS

ᡣ𐭩 tom is jelly and silly

laughs and cheers filled the room as the five of you attempted to complete the challenges of the game show. partnered with bill, you were tasked to do silly little activities such as cup pong (with water ahem) or darts.

yours and bill’s chemistry were insane!

although not officially apart of the band, you were known to be a close friend of theirs from their childhood. you met the four of them while they were still known as devilish and have been with them ever since.

it never came to mind that you wanted to date any of the members, especially tom.

oh how he was always constantly flirting with you behind closed doors, that being the both of you knew how paparazzi is and how crazy their female fanbase was. it was just too risky to do anything.

not only that but, you just didn’t really like him like that, or you believed so.

you and bill cheered as you successfully completed the task once again, on a winning streak against tom, gustav and georg. gustav and georg moped and whined claiming that the two of you ‘cheated the system,’ but tom was standing there, farther away from the two of them crossing his arms and staring at you.

bill pulled you into a hug which you excitingly reciprocated the embrace, jumping around in joy at how the two of you were just that good during the game show. you got along with bill so well, he was so sweet and pure.

“okay, and now a question for you bill,” the interviewer flipped the postcards to reveal the next question. tokio hotel was scheduled for a talkshow the day after to which you, obviously attended. however not in the interview, you were on the sidelines near the back of the stage, where people still had the ability to see you.

full attention is on the interviewer and bill while the rest of the room remains quiet, “i’m sure we’ve all seen the gameshow yesterday where it featured one of your close friends, y/n, is there something going on between you two? i mean—you seemed awfully close!”

it’s true, ever since that night the media couldn’t get enough of it, it begun trending the night of and the internet is going crazy about it. you begun to get tons of hate, but a good portion of the fandom supported it even though it wasn’t true. it humoured the two of you as you made jokes but really thinking nothing of it. you were friends is all.

everybody giggled and bill just smiled brightly, bringing the mic to his mouth, “nono, nothing’s going on me and—” “yeah actually it’s nothing so can we move on?” the mic was stolen in the middle of bill talking by no other than tom. he started intently at the interviewer to hopefully transition to the next new question wishing to divert to any other topic than this.

whispers filled the room, what was this outburst about? you had so many questions in mind you had nowhere to begin with.

the interview ended and bill was able to ease up the tension and awkwardness that had risen after tom’s intervene. he however had absolutely nothing to say and as soon as everybody said their goodbyes he left the stage without saying anything.

running, you skip towards tom who beelined for the washroom, grabbing his arm, “tom?”

he turned, looking angry almost, but his expression softened upon seeing you. thank god it was you and nobody else or he would’ve lost his shit.

“oh, hey, sorry you had to see that.” he rubbed the back of his neck with his arm, staring off into the distance, you moved your arm that was once on his shoulder to his hand, he intertwines his fingers with yours and swings your arm around playfully.

“is something wrong? you know you didn’t have to do that i don’t care what people say about me—” “but i do! okay?? i do, and it’s pissing me off that the rumours are..” he quiets down, looking at the floor.

you lean down to level your head with his gaze, what’s wrong with him why won’t he finish his sentence? “the rumours are what tom?” “about you and bill!” your eyes widen, this could mean one of so many things and you didn’t know what.

he now grabs your opposite hand and holds both of them, he straightens up his body to be fully directed towards you, looking at you with expectation and need. “i like you, y/n, and seeing you and bill that night drove me NUTS!! this is not how i wanted to confess..”

he holds his breath and waits for your reaction, your mouth was agape, body frozen. THE tom kaulitz likes you!?

“why?” you ask, “why do you like me?” “i-i don’t know! i just do, it feels right, y’know?” he brings one of your hands to his chest to feel his heartbeat. and man, when i tell you the pace it was going was FAST oh it was fast.

you feel your face heat up a bit, this whole confessions thing was new to you and tom was your first. all you could do was smile at him.

“so?” he asks, “so?” you repeat after him, “can we go out?” “like the five of us?” “oh my god y/n no just the two of us please i never get any time with you! “hmmm i don’t knowww me and bill were planning to hang out later,” “y/n! you’re making me crazy!” “so did your flirting!” “saying that you liked it?” “shut up tom!” he uses your hands to pull your body closer to him, hugging you and swaying you side to side.

if this was a start to a new romance, to which you, ahem, did not EVER have, it sure as hell felt good.

“finally! i couldn’t stand to hear him talk about her anymore! like cmon now we couldn’t even fully finish practice with him bringing her up!” georg complains and gustav agrees nodding, “aww don’t be like that i think it’s cute! my little brother who’s so promiscuous finally found the one!” “but you’re younger..” gustav chimed in, “shut up gustav.”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel fluff #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #2000s #fyp

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brittleangel · 5 months

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❝ I BLUR INTO YOU ❞

!! SONG RECOMMENDATION : new years kiss - postcard nowhere

content: megumi fushiguro x reader / small little silly headcanons i came up with while thinking about him

genre: fluff fluff fluff

warnings: none, just megumi being the sweetest boy ever!!

notes: he’s literally so pretty god i wanna cry ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ first post though, forgive me if this is slightly bad <3

- i feel like he would read together with you. we all know he loves his non-fiction books, and i’m sure he wouldn’t mind showing a few to his lover. he adores it when he sits on the bed, his back against the headboard while you sit between his legs, all cozy and covered by the warmth of his blankets as he holds the book for you two to read. (though, dont be surprised if you get a smack on the head for being a slow reader)

- he likes observing you. actually, he loves it. every move you make is so graceful to him. your facial features are so beautiful to him, and trust me when i say every single one. he can’t help but gawk. when you’re busy doing something infront of him, he’ll stare at you, no words coming from him. but after a while, a silent ‘you’re pretty’ will slip out of his lips.

- when he gets you flowers, he always fusses over which ones to get. he starts looking up all the different symbolisms, and god forbid even one petal looks off. he can’t allow it, the bouquet needs to look its absolute best. (don’t let the faint blush on his cheeks go unnoticed when he hands you the flowers. its so endearing.)

- secretly adores it whenever you patch him up. there’s something so sweet about watching you take care of him, and even though he insists on doing everything himself, he’ll rather have you do it. however, he will never admit that. but the way you whisper a meek ‘sorry’ to him whenever he hisses as you clean his wound, and the way you make sure to be extra careful when wrapping his arm up with a bandage, it always gets him weak in the knees.

- his lack of words might seem like he’s not listening to you at times, though i can promise you, it’s quite the opposite. megumi is a quiet, yet attentive person. whenever you speak and talk to him about anything, he’ll make sure to remember small details you think he might forget about. hell, not even you remember most of the stuff you told him about.

- considering the previous headcanon, i also believe his gifts for you tend to be thoughtful. on your birthday, he’ll get you things that you randomly mentioned to him at some point. remember when you told him about that one keychain you saw in shop which you thought was simply the cutest thing ever? maybe not, but he did. and guess what? its on your desk, wrapped up with a little bow and a note next to it.

- he’s gentle when he needs to be. if you’re having a bad day, he makes sure his touch is as tender as it possibly can be. a hand on your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin as he looks into your eyes. he makes sure that his voice is extra soft, sweet little nothings being whispered to you. and he’s whispering because these words are only yours to hear, in the same way he’s also only yours to have.

- its subtle, but he hugs you tighter after missing you. his grip on you tightens just a little, and he squeezes you as if hes afraid you’ll slip out of his grasp forever once he lets you go.

- loves it when you show him all the stuff you bought while you were out shopping. its cute, really. him sitting there as you unpack your bag, proudly presenting him the new stuff you got yourself. for each item, you’ll get a small ‘pretty’ or ‘nice’ along with a nod from him, before you reach into your bag while grabbing the next. he adores the slight shimmer of excitement in your eyes as you show him the things. seeing you happy makes him feel at peace.

- not a fan of PDA, but will not let go of you in crowded places. his hand will either be on your shoulder, or his fingers will be laced with yours. he needs that extra sense of security that you’re still next to him.

- loves sleeping with you, you can consider yourself as his favourite plushie at this point. falling asleep is way easier for him when he has your warmth and scent next to him. you’re his source of contentment.

- the type to be embarrassed when you look at his childhood pictures. he’s cursing gojo under his breath for showing these to you, because now you can’t quit squealing over that one picture of little megumi standing next to his divine dog, telling him over and over how cute he was as a child. with a faint blush coating his cheeks, he’ll mutter ‘stop it’, but he knows very well his attempt to get you to stop will be futile.

- his kisses to you mostly go to your forehead. it fills you with both warmth and comfort, and he’s very much aware of that. the first time he did it, he was nervous, despite it not being visible on his facial expression. you could feel his hands faintly tremble as they held onto your shoulders. though now, it became frequent. he kisses your forehead to greet you, to say goodbye to you, to appreciate you, to calm you down, sometimes he does it for no reason at all.

- to be honest, megumi generally never expected to fall in love. he didn’t see himself as the type of person to ever rely on somebody, he knew his strength and he knew it well. but physical strength is far different from emotional strength, and to this day, it still slightly confuses him. he can’t fathom how one person is able to make him feel so fulfilled, but hey; he’s happy, you’re happy, that’s all that truly matters to him.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you

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tohakumaru · 2 months

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#miniatures #architecture #photography #toy #dollhouse #art #postcards from nowhere #papercraft #plants #garden #home #i miss my grandmother

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middleland · 22 days

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The Christopher Inn, Columbus, Ohio (1982) by Hope Moore

Via Flickr:

Description on back of card: The Christopher Inn 300 East Broad Street Columbus, Ohio 43215 Located in the heart of downtown Columbus, this spectacular motor inn is only 20 minutes from Port Columbus airport. 140 rooms - dining room - cocktail lounge - entertainment nightly - heated swimming pool - fully air-conditioned. Excellent convention facilities for discerning groups from 40 to 350 people. For reservations phone 614-228-3541. Postmark Date: 1982 Era: Chrome Era Condition: Used. Crease and ink bleed through. Publisher: Aladdin Studio, Columbus, Ohio / Made by Dexter Press, West Nyack, NY

#columbus ohio #franklin county #1980s #postcard from nowhere #hospitality

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astranix · 2 months

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slytherin sirius black × gryffindor james potter

the most non-angsty sirius and regulus running away fic ever coz we don't have enough of those

"This was, without a doubt," Regulus pants, glancing over his shoulder, "the stupidest thing you've ever done! And that's really saying something."

"This was also, without a doubt," Sirius says, glaring, "the best decision of my whole miserable life."

"We're gonna starve, you fucking idiot—!" Regulus says, smacking him on the back of his head. "We have nowhere to go."

Sirius freezes in his steps.

"Uncle Alphard?" he asks. Regulus smacks him again, and Sirius smacks him back.

"We can't go there, Sirius," Regulus says, wincing and rubbing his head. "Mother would know. She must already know, because it's the only place we could possibly go!"

There's silence for a second.

"Right. Lestrange isn't an option, neither is Dolohov," Sirius says, grimly. "Mulciber is a bitch, Avery's too thick to understand. Snape's probably homeless himself. What about you?"

"Barty's parents never leave him alone," Regulus clenches his jaw. "And Rosier would probably not be home. He's been sending me postcards from France."

"Fuck," Sirius scans where they're standing. "Andromeda hasn't talked to you since she ran, has she?"

"You think she'll talk to me before you?" Regulus scoffs. "She hasn't. And we can't live on the fucking streets, you know that."

"We have money," Sirius says.

"Yeah, but we would have to get it exchanged into muggle money, which, one, we don't know shit about. And two, we would have to walk straight into Gringotts. Anybody could see us."

Regulus tugs at his hair, always the one who worries more, always the one who gives up earlier.

"Well," Sirius, hedges, "if we could find an owl, we wouldn't need to go to Diagon Alley."

"Oh yes, of course," Regulus says, snidely. "All our problems are now completely solved! We just need a goddamn owl!"

The muggles walking past them give them strange looks, and Regulus lowers his tone.

"Look, Sirius," he says, fixing him with a determined expression. Sirius already hates where this is going. "You're sixteen, you're going to be out of Grimmauld in a year or two, anyway. And if you move out, I'll move with you. But we—we can't do anything except go back. It's cold. It's going to rain soon. We haven't eaten in a day."

Sirius stares at him, incredulous.

"If this is about your ego," Regulus starts, angrily, "then—"

"No!" Sirius interrupts, hotly. "Are you insane?! This is about our continued existence. She would kill us, if we went back! She's a fucking psycho! She was just about to curse the shit out of you, for no reason, which is literally why we ran—"

"I can take it," Regulus dismisses. "Besides, you ran out, and dragged me along."

Sirius gapes at him, unable to speak more.

"No," Sirius says, firmly, and looks straight at Regulus, because what he says now is what they do, this is final. "We're not going back."

Regulus's shoulders drop, defeated.

"Right," he mutters, and the sudden resignation that settles on his face, bitter and tired, makes Sirius think that sometimes, he's no better than his mother.

They stand silently, for a tense, uncomfortable moment.

Then, "I have an idea," Sirius says, because he does.

And it's a bad, bad one.

Of course, it's also the only one they have.

That, right then, that's when it starts raining.

Regulus scrambles for shade under the shed of the muggle shop closest to them.

Sirius braces himself, and raises his wand.

It's only a moment before the Knight Bus pops, loud and purple and sharply at contrast with the grey evening.

"Godric's Hollow," he says to the conductor, and hands him a handful of sickles. "And two hot chocolates."

They take a seat, and Regulus looks at him with a dubious expression.

"Godric's Hollow?" he pronounces, slowly. Sirius ignores him, grabbing the two mugs that the conductor gives them.

"Why are we going to Godric's Hollow?" Regulus insists, his teeth chattering in the cold. "Sirius? What the hell? We don't know anyone there."

He's right.

Sort of.

Sirius just hands Regulus the hot chocolate, refusing to answer.

"We're going to die," Regulus mumbles, gloomily. "We're really going to die."

"Shut it," Sirius says, and gives the conductor two sickles more for blankets. "You're not."

(-)

Sirius knows which house they have to go to, the moment he sees it.

It's big, bright, there's green grass surrounding it. It looks like one of those pictures in childrens' books, flowers and fences and whatnot.

It's barely drizzling by the time they reach.

Regulus had settled to just watching Sirius do whatever he wants to, but as soon as he starts walking towards the house, Regulus freezes in his tracks.

"I really need some information, right now," he says, quietly, wary eyes on the house. There's something beautiful about the whole scene, brick-red and cosy, and that's even more suspicious, isn't it.

They don't know anybody so warm.

"It's Potter's house," Sirius admits, finally. Regulus startles, whipping around to stare at him, absolutely shocked.

Anybody would be.

"Potter?" he hisses, like he's never heard the name before. "Potter?! What—! Sirius, he hates you! You hate him back! You hate each other!"

"I know," Sirius says, and rings the doorbell.

"Oh my god," Regulus breathes out, disbelieving. "You're mad. You're actually mad. We spent so much of our money to come here, Sirius. And when Potter, for obvious fucking reasons, turns us away, we won't even—"

The front door opens.

Regulus tugs at Sirius's sleeve.

"We can still run, come on, it won't be as embarrassing then," he says, frantic, "Even Alphard would be better than this. We could hide in his dungeon."

"Alphard has a dungeon?" Sirius asks, curiously, just as James Potter steps out.

He looks at them for a second, blankly, blinking behind thin-wired round frames. His hair is a mess, as usual, he's wearing actual pyjamas. And then, a moment later, his brain seems to catch up with him.

"What," James Potter says, bewildered. "What are you doing here—?"

"We need a place to stay," Sirius says, demands. Do the Potters rent out rooms to guests? That would make so much more sense. "For some days."

"Huh?" Potter's expression says that they do not, in fact, own a guest service. "Wha—?"

Sirius sighs, and pulls Regulus with him, again, not away from the house, like they should be going, but towards, and then he—then he just—

He walks inside Potter's house.

Just. Pushes past him, and walks in.

Like he owns it.

Regulus and Potter stare at each other, Regulus is horrified, Potter is confused.

"Thanks," Sirius's voice comes from inside.

"You're welcome," Potter mutters, automatically, before blinking dumbly, again, and going inside.

Regulus, reluctantly, ridiculously, follows him.

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So.

Sirius has now, in a span of 24 hours, cussed out his mother, thrown cutlery at their father's head, forced his way into someone’s home, and clearly, he has no plans to leave.

James Potter is apparently, and bizarrely, completely okay with this.

"My parents won't be home until late evening," he says, uncertainly, in his own home, while Sirius sits on the couch, comfortable as all hell, reading the last edition of Witch Weekly. "We should eat something."

Yes! Regulus's stomach says.

"We can't cook," he says, aloud, apologetically. "We had elves."

"Well, we don't. And I can cook," Potter says, shrugging. "What would you like?"

What the fuck is even going on, Regulus thinks.

"I'll help," he says, instead. Potter just shrugs again.

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"Why?" Regulus asks, as soon as they reach the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. It's not like the kitchen at Grimmauld. It has a muggle stove, and what Regulus is guessing, other muggle... devices.

"Why what?" Potter says, and the slight grin on his face tells Regulus that he knows exactly what he's talking about.

"Why—" Regulus huffs, "why're you doing all this?"

"I'm hungry," Potter says, with an infuriating smirk, as he opens the shelves, takes out a pan and some plates. "And my mum taught me well."

"You know that's not what I'm asking," Regulus says. "Why did you let us in? Why're you letting us—" stay.

If he is, that is.

"Actually you'll find that I did not, in fact, let you in," he replies, setting the pan on the flame and dropping a unnecessary amount of butter. It sizzles and melts, and Regulus can't bring himself to meet Potter's eyes. "That would imply you asked."

"Okay," Regulus huffs. "Why didn't you kick Sirius and me out then?"

Potter's expression flickers a little, and he looks away, absent-mindedly cutting the tomato he's got on the counter.

Regulus waits.

Chop chop chop.

"Well," James says, finally, quietly, eyes on the thin slices of tomato, "you can't quite say no to Sirius Black, can you?"

"You... could have," Regulus narrows his eyes.

Potter just shakes his head. "He's...he's—"

"Oh, god no," Regulus exhales, because no way. "Not you too."

"'Too?'" Potter repeats.

"You like Sirius, don't you?" Regulus asks, scoffing when Potter gives him a wide-eyed expression.

He's so painfully obvious.

Regulus doesn't want to interpret any of this. He goes on, anyway.

"You know he's using you, right?" he asks, quietly.

Chop chop chop chop.

"He doesn't know anything about that, Black," Potter says, eyes firmly on the pan, as he slides the onion and tomato slices off the board.

"Sirius," Regulus says, slowly, "always knows when someone likes him. He always, always knows what anybody feels about him. My brother's a lot of things, but oblivious or delusional he's not."

"Maybe I just don't mind the company, alright?" Potter replies, curt, and Regulus is just about to reply, when a sudden noise comes from outside, the thud of the door.

"James, honey?" says a woman's voice, sounding mildly confused.

#sirius black #james potter #prongsfoot #pre-prongsfoot #starbucks #regulus black #slytherin sirius black #at this point im not even certain if i wrote this or not???#im clearing out my REALLY old drafts #like #three years #i guess #no clue #but well

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WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER

ㅤㅤ 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.

This is a fic based on the tv show ’Yellowjackets’. You don't need to watch the show to read it. I make it clear that it WILL NOT BE the same, to make it more interesting. Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN FINALE Ao3

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WARNINGS: some fluff, angst, mentions about alcoholism/drugs. Death. Blood. These girls are 18 years old.

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“Y/N.” Wanda gasped.

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Completely paralyzed, that's how she felt. She wondered if she was still alive, but of course she was, cause that her heart was beating so hard it would break her chest soon.

ㅤㅤㅤ She was there. Y/N was there, in front of her.

Wanda didn't say anything, just turned on her heels and walked into the kitchen angrily, glaring at Natasha like a ferocious animal. Nat just followed after her, with an apologetic look at Y/N.

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“What is she doing here?” Wanda hissed, leaning on the kitchen counter. Was she seeing right? That was Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.

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“She’s with us.” Nat sighed, knowing so well that Wanda would react that way, and couldn't blame her.

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“Oh, wow. Nice. Suddenly she’s with you both, out of nowhere. After everything she did?” Wanda crossed her arms, pissed off.

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“Wanda, she changed.”

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Wanda let out a sardonic laugh. “People don't change, Natasha.”

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Those words weighed heavily on them, all of them. Nat came over to grab two beers from the fridge and hand one over to her friend. “Well, we did, didn't we?”

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The brunette was quiet, knowing that Natasha was right. She just took the beer and rolled her eyes.

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“She recently got out of rehab, but has been trying. I was suspicious too but... Jules is happy, and Y/N has been good this time.”

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“Just give her this chance.” The redhead whispered, asking from the bottom of her heart. Wanda had always been the voice of reason for her, and she was for Wanda. “She’s doing good lately.”

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Sighing in defeat, Wanda just decided to nod and swallow all her pride for a while. They both returned to the living room, where they found Y/N and Jules possibly talking about the same thing. ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N got up from the couch quickly, a somewhat wistful and guilty look.

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“I’m sorry.” It was the first thing she said, what else? More than apologizing for everything she did. “I know what I-”

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“Save your apologies for the next time you stick your nose in a bag of cocaine. I’ll accept you to be here just because of them, just that. Not you.” Wanda said annoyed and then turned to see Natasha, not noticing the deep pain that those words caused in Y/N. But, she deserved it. “Wanna tell me why I'm here?”

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But Nat narrowed her eyes, Wanda didn't know that?

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“Wait, you don’t know?” Jules asked a bit curious. They all looked at each other, they all believed that each had been threatened.

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“About what?” Wanda seemed like a locked up animal, not understanding what was happening right now.

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“Wanda… Did anyone call you lately?” Natasha crossed her arms and perched against the wall.

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The sokovian began to get desperate. “No, what are you talking about?”

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“Wanda, have you received any postcards lately?” Y/N moved forward to take her bag and took something out of it.

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“Do they let you send postcards at rehab?” she scoffed. Of course the ironic way she said it was quite painful. Y/N just narrowed her eyes, she wasn't going to let Wanda walk all over her either, right?

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“Wanda, answer the damn question.” Nat said nuzzling the bridge of her nose. So tired.

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The brunette just sighed. “No, why?”

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“Someone is blackmailing us all.” Y/N handed the postcard she was carrying this whole time. “Sent us these postcards, now he calls us blackmailing us.”

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“How do we know it's a ‘he’ and not a ‘she’? Or… or a they.” Wanda raised an eyebrow.

ㅤㅤㅤ The brunette looked at the postcard carefully. A photograph of the Canadian Rockies, when she turned it over it didn't say anything, just that strange drawing.

The macabre symbol. This horrible feeling ran through her.

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Trying to shut out the memories, Wanda swallowed hard and put the postcard down on the coffee table, avoiding looking at it again. “What do they want?”

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“Fifty grand in cash to keep their mouth shut.” Nat watched her wife who got up to make some coffee and clear her mind, Jules was quieter than usual.

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“We're not sure exactly what they know, but...” Y/N scoffs. “I sure as hell don't want to find out.”

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Wanda frowned and pointed at them. “You both got one?”

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“Jennifer did to, but not Yelena.” Y/N put her hands on her waist. “Do you have suspicions of who it could be? Anything strange that happened to you this time?”

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“That reporter.” Wanda sat on one of the sofas, quite worried right now. “I thought I told you to take care of her.” She looked seriously at Natasha.

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The Russian rolled her eyes, fed up. “I told her to back off. What else do you want me to do? Threaten her? I don't want to lose my job.”

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Y/N took her phone and searched for a name among her contacts. She wrote a quick message but hasn't sent it yet.

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“What are you doing?” Wanda asked between curious and annoyed.

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“I'm gonna bring Christine Everhart... And I'll just say, ‘Oh, I'm ready to tell my story’. Piece of cake.”

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“Don’t do that, Y/N! What the hell?” Wanda yelled. ㅤㅤ Nat shook her head quickly. “No, because if it’s not her, then we are just handing her the exact kind of story she's looking for.”

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“You know, I don't like when you yell at me.” Y/N grimaced and put her phone back in her pocket.

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Nat sighed, completely exhausted. “Can you get the money?”

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“I'm working on it.” Y/N nodded.

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“It's a good thing you had some money from the lawsuit and you didn't inhale it all.” Wanda smiled wryly.

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Tired of Wanda’s attitude, Y/N gave her the middle finger. “Your husband spent it in a damn electronics store, babe. Microwaves and toasters. You're not the smartest ovenbird of all, are you? Soccer mom.”

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“Fuck you, Y/N!”

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“Fuck you too!”

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“STOP! Can you both just-” Nat tried but then inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. “A blackmailer is enough, isn't it? Enough of you two.”

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Y/N and Wanda glared at each other once more and then fell silent, nodding.

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“Let's do this together, okay? So shut up, because our lives are in danger.” Nat pointed at them both. “Y/N, once you do have the money, we put a GPS tracker in with the cash, and that way we can follow it and see who, what we're dealing with... together.”

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The redhead looked at them for a moment, hoping that they would both agree for the first time in a long time.

Y/N and Wanda looked at each other and then nodded, knowing that they should sign the peace whether they wanted to or not.

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“By the way… is Jules okay?” Wanda asked curiously, looking at the door to the kitchen. “She's more… quiet than usual.”

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“Yeah, I don't know. I'll go talk to her… I think all this is getting to her a bit.” Natasha sighed and walked towards the kitchen, but not before turning to see them. “You two stay here and don't kill each other.”

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They both stayed silent for a while.

Y/N turned to look at her, trying to have a chat but Wanda just rolled her eyes away from her and got up to walk towards the backyard and get some air.

Taking a deep breath and gathering the necessary courage, Y/N went through the door to go out into the backyard.

She found Wanda sitting on one of the benches, maybe thinking about everything that happened.

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Y/N licked her lips and walked towards her, sitting next to her. “Hey.”

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“I think I made it clear that I wanted to be alone, or rather, not talk to you.” The sokovian sighed exhausted.

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“There’s no choice but to listen to me.” Y/N smirked with a certain tenderness, one that Wanda hadn't seen for many years. “Wanda… I’m still-”

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“Don’t.” She cut her off with a hiss through her teeth. Wanda shook her head.

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Y/N tried to go further and stood next to her. “I’m still in love with you, Wands.”

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“Don’t call me that.”

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Y/N sighed. She perfectly understood that Wanda would act like this, after everything they had been through. But it also hurt a lot.

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“But I know the damage I did to you, and I'm very sorry. If I could go back in time, I would.” The dark-haired woman tilted her head to see her, noticing how the sokovian refused to look at her. “I know that my suffering wasn’t an excuse for what I did, but still, I’m sorry. I did a lot, so many wrong stuff... a lot, but breaking your heart was one of the worst.”

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She never noticed that the tears had already started to fall down her cheeks, Y/N just wiped them away with her hands. “I loved you, Wanda, I always loved you.” She finally opened up.

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But Wanda just kept silent, looking at the bright full moon in the sky.

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“I have a family now.” The brunette said and then pursed her lips, taking the courage to say what she had to say. “I love my kids, that's the only love that matters to me now.”

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“I know.” Y/N kept her hands in the pockets of her jacket, watching the quiet night. “I'm glad to know you’re happy.”

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The sound of the crickets brought back so many memories, some good, some really bad.

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“I didn't say that.” Wanda's voice was so low that Y/N thought she misheard something.

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Y/N whispered, looking at her again. “What?”

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“I didn't say that.” Wanda turned to see Y/N, finally. The tension was increasing, as well as love and disappointment. “I didn't say I was happy.”

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Y/N didn't know what to say to that. All she ever wanted was for Wanda to be happy, even if she wasn't.

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“I mean, I am. With my little ones, my children.” She lowered her gaze for a moment, playing with her rings. But one was missing, one of the most important ones and Wanda was okay with it.

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Y/N looked at her, thinking that maybe if everything had been different, now they could be something nice together. Maybe a family too. “Then I hope you can find your happiness soon, because you have always deserved it. You have always been so special, Wanda.”

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Y/N swallowed, feeling the angsty lump in her throat. “I'm sorry that those of us who are close didn’t see that sooner.”

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“Can we…” Y/N tried. “Can we try to be friends?”

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Somewhat thoughtful and confused, Wanda just shrugged. I think it was too much for one night. “I don't know.”

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“That's not a 'no'. That's enough for me already.” She smiled slightly, giving the Sokovian a little nudge.

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Wanda turned to see her, this time without all that anger and resentment in her green eyes. “I'm glad you're sober. They missed you too much.”

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“Me too.” Y/N sighed deeply and they both stayed together, sharing the silence for a long time.

The breeze moved her hair slowly. Y/N kept her hands in the pockets of her jacket, staring at that grave in front of her.

A bucket of violets were resting on one side of the tombstone, trying to give some color to that pretty name that didn't deserve to be there.

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CLAIRE ANN Y/L/N. 1966 – 2004 Kind hearted mom, aunt and teacher. ㅤㅤ

Those eyes filled with tears but then she brushed them away with the sleeve of her shirt.

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“I owed her this a long time ago.” Y/N looked at her aunt's tombstone with melancholy. “I didn't know how to do it, now being here is so…”

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“Empty?” Jules's voice made her smile a bit. They both stand in front of the grave in that cemetery, they were surrounded by trees and a beautiful and vast green.

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“Yeah.” Y/N sniffled. “I was afraid that I would be here, try to find her presence but end up realizing that she's not here, she's not anywhere. She just left.”

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“I know.” Jules took her arm and rested her head on Y/N's shoulder, looking at that name over and over again. “But you're wrong. She is in us, and in everything we do, what we can do better... she would never have done the things we did, but still, we just have to try.”

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Y/N was silent, thinking about everything that happened. Not only in the woods but also when they came back. All the things did in the name of grief.

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“We did fucked up stuff in that place, Y/N. We let whatever was there consume us completely.” Jules whispered, turning to see her.

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Y/N tilted her head, noting the melancholy in her sister's eyes. “Was there something really there haunting us or was it just us? Did she exist or was it just our mind?”

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Jules just swallowed and smiled sadly. The answer could be much sadder or darker than what she was going to say. “Is there a difference in that?”

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Y/N didn't say anything, just nodded. Jules was absolutely right. They left the forest long ago, but the forest never let them go.

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“I apologized to Wanda.” Y/N met Jules's gaze, looking for any sign of approval. Jules just nodded slowly, it was something you should have done a long time ago. “I still love her, you know?”

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“Tell me something I don't know.” Jules teased and nudged her gently.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ They both giggled and stayed like that for a moment, simply feeling the sun's rays against their faces.

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“I do… I do have to tell you something you don't know.” Jules swallowed, trying to gather her courage. “In fact, something no one knows and no one can know.”

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Y/N looked at her curiously, it seemed to be a big deal.

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“I’m pregnant.”ㅤㅤ

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Jules let go quickly and closed her eyes, exhaling deeply. Oh, she felt like she was dropping the biggest weight in the world. Ever since she saw the test in the bathroom, she tried to shut all those thoughts and feelings out of her and now she was finally letting go.

Felt so good.

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"Really?" Y/N's cheerful voice made Jules widen her eyes and see how she smiled widely. "You're going to have a baby? Oh my gosh, Jules! You're pregnant!” ㅤㅤ

“I’m having a baby!”

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She hugged Jules and began to spin, making her laugh. Perhaps a bit awkward to watch in a graveyard, but they didn't care. They both hugged each other for a while until the taller one moved away from her.

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“Wait, what did Nat say?”

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Jules smile faded when she heard that question. She didn’t know what to say, she only felt how the joy was gone and the fear came back to haunt her.

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“She doesn't know yet.” Jules looked down nervously. “And I ask you not to tell her anything.”

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“Oh, yup. You want to surprise her, don't you?” Y/N smiled broadly but seeing how her sister didn't say anything and looked like a deer about to be run over, she began to worry. “Jules?”

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“I-I don't know how to do it.” Jules began to tear up, those eyes filled with tears as she began to walk away. “The other day she told me that with all this, the best thing that could happen to us was that the IUI failed.”

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“Then what are you going to do?” Y/N followed her with concern. “Hide it and run away? You can't hide a pregnant belly for long.”

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Jules said nothing, just swallowed her anguish and kept walking to the car.

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“Jules, you can’t do that.”

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“Don't know.” She turned to face Y/N, her hands trembled from the nerves and anxiety she felt. “Just don’t say anything for now, okay?”

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“I can't lie to her.” Y/N stammered, feeling a deep sadness. She was doing everything so well, Y/N was recovering the relationship she had with Nat slowly. Was working hard to mess it up now. “I'm trying to do things right, beginning again.”

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“You have to.” Jules took her hand and squeezed it. The look and despair in her made Y/N feel enormous guilt. Sometimes just looking into Jules's eyes, she could see her Aunt Claire's. “Please, until I can tell her myself. Okay? Please.”

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Y/N was quiet for a moment and then just nodded. The dark-haired woman smiled gratefully and hugged her tightly.

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“Is here? My little bumblebee?” Y/N asked placing her hand on Jules's belly carefully. She had never thought about having children but, sometimes she wondered what it would feel like to be part of a family.

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“Yeah, I think so.” Jules smiled tenderly and nodded, wiping away a small tear that escaped. It was the first time that someone referred to her baby in that way. “I have to go to my doc tomorrow to be sure.”

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Y/N frowned. “Are you going alone?”

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Jules nodded sadly.

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“I don't want you to do it alone. If Natasha is not coming, then I'll go with you.”

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“Thank you, Y/N/N.” Jules bit her lower lip, feeling enormous gratitude for her but also a terrible guilt and sadness at having to hide something so important from her wife. “I don’t know how to do it.”

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“She's going to hate me, you know? She told me that she wasn't ready, and-and-with the whole blackmailer thing… oh god, what am I going to do?” Jules whimpered. "she never listens to me."

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“Hey, everything will be fine, come here.” Y/N wrapped her arms around Jules and kissed her forehead, trying to comfort the girl. “It's all good, sis, you got me. We'll see what to do. You'll never be alone.”

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“We have to do something and now.” Y/N said while all the girls were sitting around her. It was time to have to do something to save themselves, rather than wait in that wrecked plane surrounded by graves and trees. “We can't stay here to die.”

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“Do you have a better idea?” Hope arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms.

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"Yeah, I think we should walk around and try to find the river that Kate said she saw when she went up the hill.” Y/N sighed, now all eyes were on Kate Bishop.

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“How far is it?” Natasha frowned.

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“Maybe 6 or 8 miles away?” Kate shrugged, feeling a little exposed. Clearly there were some girls who didn't want to leave the plane for fear of not being found, and others who wanted to survive.

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“That river could be even further away!” Sharon got up and stood next to Hope. “I say we should stay on the plane, where we'll be sure they'll come looking for us.”

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“We've got two days of water, tops.” Natasha said closing her eyes hoping that the headache she felt would pass soon, but not with so many screams. The girls kept arguing, getting louder.

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“What if the rescue team comes?”

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“Do you think they're taking their time on purpose? If they knew where we were, they would be here already.” Y/N was sick of her being so stubborn. For two days, Sharon continued to contradict her in everything she could.

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“I’m with Y/N. Being here we have achieved nothing but wasting time.” Wanda sighed.

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“You don't know that.” The blonde one hissed. “And what if you take the wrong path and walk away? We don't even have a fucking compass!”

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“We have the one from the plane.” Carol stood up and pointed to the compass in the roof of the plane, with a good kick that would come out easy. “It's something I'm willing to run for.”

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“Why are you defending her? You guys argued at the party the other day! Now you’re on her side?” Sharon screamed.

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“Shut up, Sharon, for God's sake. It's not about sides, it's about survive.” Natasha intervened fed up with everyone. “If we go, we'll all go.”

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The decision was submitted to a vote among all and clearly, Y/N won by the majority of votes.

They made a new stretcher to transport Ward, who just kept silent. Ever since he had woken up, the man had been quiet and more annoyed than ever.

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Losing a leg hadn't been easy, but it seemed like he'd even lost the will to live. Although perhaps it was that her job was no longer to put up with those complaining stupid girls, so he didn't care in the slightest what happened to them.

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The path was rocky, but worst of all was finding the dead body of a bear that had apparently been attacked by something, wolves they guessed.

Slowly, they all headed towards the lake doing a bit of hiking through the rocky area.

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It took some hours, and despite Sharon's annoying snarky comments, the first to spot the lake was Jules who whooped happily. Without taking another minute, she ran towards the lake while taking off her clothes and jumped into the river.

The others did the same, finally finding the first sign that they could survive.

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They all jumped into the water, except for Hope who stayed behind to make sure Ward was okay and Sharon who didn't seem too happy that she was 'wrong'.

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Y/N let out a happy laugh when she got to taking off her shirt keeping the panties. She finally felt the cold water but didn’t hesitate to keep going, until she reached her friends who floated and swam happily.

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“You were right.” Wanda smiled as she swam around her. Moving away from the other girls who kept saying how handsome Pietro looked without a shirt. ㅤㅤㅤ

“You know I am.” Y/N she smiled completely proud.

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“The one who isn't happy is Sharon.” Nat said as she floated and kept her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun against her face.

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“Come on, let's do some shoulder wars!” Jules threw water at them, inviting them to play.

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Natasha offered Jules to climb on her shoulders, while Wanda climbed onto Y/N's shoulders. The Sokovian looked quite embarrassed and flushed, but Y/N helped her up.

They began to fight among themselves, laughing and pushing. Wanda and Y/N were winning until the warmth of Wanda’s skin sent a shiver down Y/N's back. That made the taller one lose her balance and both fell into the water.

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Both came to the surface, not realizing that the proximity between them was shorter than they thought. The tension between the two increased when their eyes met.

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“Sorry, it was my fault.” Y/N said with a dumbfounded, watching how one of the drops fell down Wanda's face. Oh, the sokovian looked so beautiful that she could barely put two words together. Those huge green eyes were so beautiful, her glasses sometimes didn't allow her to appreciate them as she should.

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“It was my fault, I made you lose your balance.” Wanda whispered, gawking too. And both of them would have been lost at that moment if it weren't for the fact that Wanda opened her eyes wide, realizing. “My glasses! I can't see well without them!”

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“Oh, wait. Let me help you.” Y/N rushed to jump into the water quickly. She tried to look around and smiled when finally she found them not far from them.

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Once she surfaced, Y/N approached Wanda with a huge smile. “I got them!”

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“Oh, thank you!” Wanda was completely grateful, waiting for Y/N to give them to her, but Y/N decided to approach and carefully put them on.

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“Here you go.” Y/N whispered.

ㅤㅤㅤ The closeness once again made both of them a few centimeters from each other, feeling the tension between them.

They were grateful to be away from each other or anyone would have noticed how crazy they were for each other. Even if Wanda didn't even notice.

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“Perfect, now you look even more beautiful.” Y/N said without caring about anything other than her heart beating wildly.

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Wanda’s wet hair, those green eyes, those soft pink lips, the pale skin. Now she realized that she was only wearing a bra. I don't think she's ever seen anything more attractive in her life.

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“Hey, guys… Look!”

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Jennifer's voice made everyone turn to see what she was talking about, breaking the moment. Y/N she looked up the hill, between the trees, there was some kind of reflection.

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“What is that?” Wanda murmured confused, maybe a little hopeful. It looked like a reflection, like when the sun was hitting a mirror or something. That meant there was something that could be of help.

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“It looks like a reflection.” Y/N replied as she slowly got out of the water, without taking her eyes off the spot. “Guys, there's something on the hill!”

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“Let's check it out.” Nat nodded as they walked out of the lake so they could get dressed.

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They walked for a while in a certain hurry until they finally found that place.

Y/N hurried when she saw a cabin in the woods, and suddenly hope hit her like a punch.

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“Guys, it's here. It's here!” She yelled as she ran for the door, knocking many times. “Hello! Anybody home?!”

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Natasha joined in quickly, banging on one of the windows and also on the door. All the girls began to shout desperate for help, until they managed to open the door.

Y/N and Nat went in first, making sure everything was okay but all they found was a completely abandoned cabin. Well, at least it seemed that way since dust and cobwebs dominated the place.

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“Hello? Is anyone here?”

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“Maybe they just went on a hike?” Kate said with a certain innocence as she looked at some cobwebs on the old sofa.

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“Yeah, like a decade ago.” Yelena growled arching an eyebrow, venturing to explore the place.

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There was only a dusty fireplace, a sofa, some tables and a cupboard. The stairs showed that there was an attic, which surely was much dustier than that place.

Jules was going to enter but stopped at the entrance for a moment, feeling a strange sensation run through her body.

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“It reeks in here.” Sharon complained, wrinkling her nose.

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“You guys, check the pantry, see if there's any food.” Natasha nodded. “Everyone else, look around for stuff we can use. First aid, flashlights, tools.”

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They all took it upon themselves to look for everything that would be useful. Of course, a telephone would have been very helpful, but there was no communication with the outside world.

Whoever lived there had nothing but hunting supplies and canned food for maybe weeks.

The huge deer skull on the fireplace made Jules shift uncomfortably.

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“Don't worry, guys. We might be stuck in the middle of nowhere, but, hey, at least there's porn.” Y/N teased taking some pornographic magazines from a drawer. Some of the girls came up to gossip about what it was about, even Pietro who raised an eyebrow seeing the pictures.

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“Holy shit.” Jennifer giggled, turning a few pages. “I'm not kidding. Look.”

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She showed Natasha who just smiled and shook her head. “Sassy.”

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“Hey, this guy kind of looks like you, Piet.” Sharon arched a flirtatious brow as Pietro leaned in to see.

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“If only any of you actually looked like her.” The boy said somewhat annoyed.

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“Okay. Yeah. Very funny.” Jules rolled her eyes.

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Night came and the girls were grateful for having found a refuge in that forest. Pieces of a plane weren't going to save them if a pack of wolves decided to come over when they saw the bonfire.

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Crickets chirped in the dark night, the lights from the cabin the only thing to be seen in the place. Besides the moonlight. There was no electricity so they had to make do with some old gas lamps and the fireplace.

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The dark-haired girl sighed, feeling cold but she felt much better outside than inside that weird cabin. Jules swallowed hard and tried to stay strong, standing on the porch of the cabin.

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The door opened and Natasha stepped out, closing the door behind her.

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“Fuck's your deal?” Nat frowned, hugging herself against the cold. “Come inside, we are about to go to sleep.”

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Jules sighed and shook her head, looking atthe dark night around her. “I just have a bad feeling about this place.”

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“Well, yeah, because it stinks and there are spiders that could eat your face.” The redhead sighed and moved closer to her, placing a hand on her back. “But, hey, after that dead bear we saw today, I'm not gonna let you sleep out here, okay? Come on. Let's go.”

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Jules shrugged, somewhat annoyed. “Why do you care, anyway?”

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“Because I’m your friend.” Nat arched an eyebrow, not understanding what was Jules problem now. "What's going on with you?"

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“I'm not going to sleep there.”

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Nat was ready to walk in and let her do whatever the hell she wanted, but when she took two steps, turned to face Jules one more time. “Are you kidding me right now? ‘a bad feeling’, Julia? I don't believe in that shit, and you're not going to either. Okay?”

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Jules clenched her jaw, not moving from her spot. Both looks expressed an inner fire that went beyond passion, but Natasha was never going to accept it.

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“So get your ass inside.”

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“You never listen to me!” Saying nothing more, Jules just shook her head and stormed into the cabin, completely furious.

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Y/N noticed how her friend entered and lay down next to her without saying anything. Jules just snuggled against her, trying not to cry. Y/N knew exactly why, but she promised not to pry.

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Wanda, who was making herself comfortable and covering herself with some old blankets, noticed that and looked at Y/N, whispering to her: “Is she okay?”

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Y/N sighed and nodded, responding in the same way. “Natasha.”

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“Oh.” Wanda nodded slowly. “Are they a thing?”

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“Kinda.” Y/N wrinkled her nose.

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They both chatted for a moment until they fell asleep, the crackling of the fireplace and the exhaustion of swimming invited them to lose themselves in dreams.

But maybe half an hour later, a loud bang was heard in the attic, making everyone to wake up in fright.

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“What the fuck was that?!” Y/N exclaimed, getting up and looking at the stairs to the attic. She got up and covered herself with a blanket.

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Y/N walked taking the lead, though Natasha came closer with concern as well.

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“Stay behind.” They ordered the others.

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“What are you doing?” Wanda said worried, trying to go after them but Pietro stopped her.

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They both went up the stairs slowly, Y/N turned to see Nat, trying to gather courage. "You open and I go, okay?"

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Nat nodded, placing a hand on the attic door. At the count of three, she opened and Y/N jumped to face whatever was there.

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“Oh, fuck.”

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But the only thing that was found was dust, some objects and an old corpse in a chair. Seemed to be several years old already dead; it was a man and next to him lay a rifle with which he apparently taken his own life.

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Y/N coughed and covered her mouth, finding out why the cabin stank. Nat was as surprised as she was, but the one who didn't seem surprised at all was Jules who looked at the corpse with a certain melancholy.

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On one side of the body, that weird symbol had been carved into the wood. She just looked at Natasha and said: “You never listen to me.”

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“What part of "hurry up" did you not understand?” Y/N complained when Wanda got into her car. They were parked outside the motel out of town. Everything was ready to carry out the plan.

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Wanda took off her cap and laughed wryly.

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“It takes you getting blackmailed for you to finally care about being late?” Wanda snorted. “I'm sorry, but we all have families and lives, okay? Oh yeah, you don’t.”

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Y/N narrowed her eyes, clearly noticing a rather aggressive attitude towards her. Maybe Wanda was having a bad night, but she wasn't her personal punching bag.

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“Fuck that.” Y/N growled. “I'd rather come home and have a pet than have a slimy husband at home. Bet sex is boring as hell.”

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She smiled victoriously, opening the car's glove compartment to pull out a paper bag.

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“Where's the money?” Wanda snooped.

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“Right here.” She handed the paper bag to the brunette as she started the car's engine. “Natasha and Jules will meet us at the location, when the blackmailer tells us where to see him.”

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“That's 50 grand?” Wanda wrinkled her nose, that seemed pretty small for so much money.

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“Yeah. In hundred-dollar bills.” Y/N opened the bag so that she could see the bills.

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“A little bit disappointing by heist movie standards.” The sokovian sighed, looking around.

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“You got the tracker?” Y/N drives down the road slowly, glancing at her phone every now and then to check for new messages.

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“Yup. It's one of Amazon's top sellers.” Wanda searched for that small box in her purse and handed it to the gloomy eyes woman. “Apparently, secretly tracking people is really huge right now.”

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“You bought it to follow Vision?” Y/N teased, letting out a wry chuckle.

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“Shut up.” Wanda took the device from her hand and dropped it into the bag with the money. “All right, we should put the tracker in the middle of the bills.”

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“No.” Y/N pointed to the bag. “Then when they count the money, they'll just see it.”

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“We can put bags in it.” The sokovian took one out of her purse, it was a totebag with some interesting drawings. “I found this in the car.”

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“Where did you get that Etsy reject of a bag, anyway, Wanda?” Y/N laughed, speeding up when the traffic light turned green.

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“My boys made it for Father's Day. I took it from Vision’s, like, ‘special keeps.’ Or something” She shrugged and dropped the money into the totebag, trying to fit the tracket between the bills.

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“Ow… You're not as sentimental as your hubby?”

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“Fuck you, Y/N. I'm trying to help you all.”

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“Thank you Wanda. You are doing a lot already.” Natasha's voice was heard from the phone, scaring them both.

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“Hey, were you listening to everything?” Y/N took the phone, somewhat surprised and embarrassed.

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“You never ended the call.”

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“Fuck! It’s stuck or something… Anyway, did the guy send you the address yet?”

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“Not yet.”

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Y/N sighed and held out her hand to Wanda. “Give me the totebag.”

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“What? Why?”

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“I got the money. I’m gonna make the drop.” Y/N frowned.

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They were arguing again when a message came through, alarming them both.

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“All right, meet me one block, east of Carlyle and DeWalt, and don’t fuck around. Leave it in the Clothing Donation box.” - UNKNOWN.

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“Okay, we already have the address. Carlyle and Dewalt, I'm headed that way.” She said through the phone and then put it aside. Y/N looked at Wanda, as if she wanted to know and make sure if she was ready for this.

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Wanda nodded, completely sure.

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“This is unacceptable.” Wanda complained, settling back in her seat. Natasha and Jules arrived and were at the backseats of the car. “Blackmail us? Fine, but it's 3:34 AM. Like, why have us show up at 2:00 then just keep us waiting?”

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“Maybe they're scouring the area, making sure we're not waiting.” Natasha whispered looking around her, feeling like prey going into a trap. But she at least she carried her gun.

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“Okay. Then find us already, sir.” Wanda complained again, leaning on the seat.

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“Okay, I'll go for a walk, pretend to smoke or something. Stay here.” Y/N sighed and opened the door. Natasha said she was going with her but Y/N stopped her. “No, if he sees you he'll know you have a gun and he'll flee.”

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Y/N took the totebag and closed the door, walking through those dark streets, completely lonely. She took a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one, feeling the warmth of the smoke work its way down her throat.

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At another time she would have found it comforting, but now it just felt disgusting. Even so, she continued with that lie.

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“I'm not impressed.” Wanda shook her head, watching as Y/N smoked and dropped the totebag in the donation box. "Keep doing the same. Maybe she’ll stop to score drugs.”

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“Don’t say that.” Jules hissed, arching an eyebrow. “She's just pretending, Wanda.”

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Annoyed by her friend's words, Jules decided to get out of the car and walk with Y/N. Natasha sighed as she watched as Jules took Y/N's arm and they both walked slowly away.

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“Do you think that too, Nat?” Wanda cocked her head to look at the russian, who just shrugged.

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“Part of me wants to think so, I want to believe in her… but also part of me knows we couldn't afford another stint in rehab.” The redhead swallowed, remaining somewhat thoughtful.

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“Did you pay for that?” Wanda turned around in disbelief. “You're just enabling her to repeat the same pattern. She has to learn to handle her own shit.”

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“What if she's doing it? Or... what if she never does?” Natasha frowned, feeling slightly annoyed by her lack of patience. “Wanda…don't you think about it?”

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The Sokovian's confused look was answer enough.

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“Wanda… I got Jules and Yelena. You've got the wins, even Vision if you want it." Natasha sighed, looking at her friend in the distance.

“Did we do something to deserve that?” Nat looked down guiltily. She remembered everything that had happened years ago, everything they had done. “It's just fate that gave us that, right?”

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Wanda just kept silent, knowing that Natasha was right. She always does.

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“Who does Y/N have?” Nat remembered all the pain Y/N had been through when they came back from the woods. A year and a half later, she discovers that the person she loved the most died of sadness, a heart attack. It had been such a hard and deep punch. They weren't even present at her wake.

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And her 'real' mother, a fucking abusive alcoholic, passed away after having an overdose.

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“Other than Jules... who does she really have?” The redhead swallowed, fixing her gaze on Y/N who smiled when Jules tried to push her but couldn't because she was shorter. “No one.”

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Wanda just nodded her head slowly, feeling guilty. Feeling how her eyes filled with tears but the brunette didn't allow herself to shed any more for her. She promised herself a long time ago.

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“We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her, and Jules saved your life.” Nat added before opening the door to get out of the car, glancing at Wanda one last time. “So I do what I can. Not just for her, for me and for Jules.”

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They got out of the car and walked over to the other two women, who were looking around curiously. In front of them was a huge building and trees, while on the other side was this huge warehouse.

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“Did you see anyone at the drop?” Nat asked as she zipped up her jacket.

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Y/N shook her head, noting that there was movement in that warehouse. At that moment, a truck tried to park and leave the place, preventing them from seeing who was taking the money from the donation box. It was too fishy.

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“What the fuck?” Y/N murmured, deciding to enter the warehouse once and for all.

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“Okay, I guess we're going.” Wanda sighed, following the steps just like the others.

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Worried, Y/N walked as if possessed by the devil himself. She quickly approached the trucker who had just gotten off.

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“Who the fuck are you?” Y/N took the gun from her waist and pointed it at that subject, who raised his hands in terror. “You've been blackmailing us, or you know who has been.”

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“Fuck, she took my gun.” Natasha ran after her.

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“Please, don't shoot me.” The bearded guy whimpered, handing the truck keys but Y/N just rolled her eyes. She clearly had nothing to do with this. “Take the truck. Just take it.”

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“Y/N, please put the gun down. It's not him.” Nat told her but at that moment, a loud noise made them all turn around. A man in a ski mask was running away through the store, carrying the totebag with the money.

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“There he is, there he is!” Nat exclaimed and they all ran to the store, except Wanda who Nat told her to turn around and take the car to chase him.

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Y/N and Nat nimbly ran around the place, as if their bodies remembered the old days, they jumped many objects to catch the man.

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“Take the wing.” Natasha pointed out to her friend, who nodded and headed out of the warehouse to mark it last. “I'll mark him.”

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The guy knocked over some shelves with objects to prevent them from keep going, but Y/N managed to jump over them and finally tackle him. She struggled with the man for a moment, holding him under her body but with a well-aimed jab, the guy hit her nose, making her bleed.

Y/N raised her head and saw how the blackmailer collided with a huge bucket of glitter, bathing in it. That guy wasn't the smartest man on the planet.

She got up again and ran after him again.

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But when the man finally left the warehouse, Jules tried to stop him but he punched her stomach with such force that made her fall to the ground. Lack of air leaves her gasping like a fish out of water.

Y/N pulled the gun ready to shoot him as he got into a car, but Natasha stopped her, pushing her away.

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The blackmailer sped up and left the place, but not before taking the money and dropping the totebag with the tracker.

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“What the hell are you doing? You were going to shoot him!” Natasha yelled taking the gun from her and putting the safety on it, completely furious.

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“I wasn't gonna kill him.” Y/N grunted and hurried over to Jules, who was having trouble breathing. Y/N felt a fear that she had never felt, remembering that Jules was pregnant. “Are you okay, J? Look at me, you okay?”

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Nat frowned, not understanding why Y/N looked so worried, even so, she approached to help her wife. They all took their stuff and hurried to leave that place, getting into Y/N's car.

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“Well, he dumped out all our shit.” Nat shook her head, keeping her gaze straight ahead as she drove. “Now we look for an asshole covered in glitter.”

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“So what was your plan?” Wanda turned to see Y/N, Jules was helping her to stop the bleeding in her nose. “Just shoot him in the leg through the back windshield? 'Cause it sure felt for a moment there like we were all going away for murder!”

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Y/N closed her eyes and pressed the small ice pack against her nose. “Like we haven't done a lot worse before.”

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“You know what? Speak for yourself, Y/N. I...” Wanda exclaimed, shaking her head. “Don't drag us into your endless fucking pit of guilt.”

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“Enough. Do you want to shut up a bit?” Jules snapped finally, completely exhausted from hearing them bickering and fighting all damn day. “She's trying, and that's all that matters. So shut the fuck up, and let's find this asshole at once.”

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They all remained silent, Wanda just sighed and fixed her gaze straight ahead. She knew that she was taking out all her helplessness and anger against Y/N, it was the easiest, but it wasn't the fairest.

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Jules placed a hand on her forehead, feeling a throbbing headache. Lately she was feeling worse and worse.

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“Hey… Do you want to go to the hospital?” Y/N whispered, reaching out to take her sister's hand. Feeling so worried, the punch was hard and her doctor recommended that she should take care of herself a lot. “You were punched very hard.”

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“No, I’m okay.” Jules smiled with a certain tenderness, trying to leave the talk there or Natasha would notice. “Thank you.”

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But none of them realized that Natasha's gaze was watching them from the rearview mirror, not really understanding what was happening, but she knew very well that they were hiding something from her and she was going to discover it.

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Hello there, my buzzing friends. 🐝 Hope you liked this one. I know its hard, they're like cat-mouse frenemies rn but soon, it will be good. Thank you for reading me!

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