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" YOU MAKE ME NERVOUS "

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Hello, Can I request a Wednesday X Reader where the reader is a generally fun and mischievous person? Essentially the reader thinks Wednesday hates them as “loud and energetic” are not usually associated with Wednesday, but that’s thrown out the window when Wednesday confesses?

You and Wednesday shouldn’t work. Your aesthetics clashed as much as your personalities did and you were reminded of such whenever you interacted. You were well known amongst the student body of Nevermore as the trickster; playing pranks on teachers and students alike when you felt they were deserving of such a fate. Your ‘stick it to the man’ shtick had earned you to becoming the ire of the few and the idol of the many outcasts, who felt as though they stuck out more even in a school for outcasts.

You didn’t hold an ounce of care for the thoughts of those who hated you. Not when you had friends along the likes of Enid, Ajax, Yoko and Xavier at your side who only ever encouraged you with their chants and cheers. However with Wednesday, she was more prone to stand behind the curtain, puppeteering the events and people from behind the scenes then perform before a crowd beneath stage lights. She despised being paid too much attention, preferring to lurk in places overtaken by darkness and shadows and out of sight. Wednesday was a cunning mastermind who didn’t allow her hands to be dirtied unless the situation calls for it, a wolf in sheeps clothing, the uncanny evil hiding in plain sight.

You were so loud and energetic that you could power an entire town with your laughter for decades whilst Wednesday was the inevitable power outage that casted everything in pitch black darkness that you couldn’t see you own feet, never less past them. You were so unalike and yet you share a table in the quad, sitting so closely together that your bodily warmth seeped into her colder one. You were Nevermore’s enigma that could never be solved because everything about you both getting along seemingly went against nature. You were just as lost as they were as Wednesday’s mood towards you seemed to change periodically throughout the day.

One moment she would be within close proximity of you as you walked to classes, so close in fact that you swore you felt her hand brush against yours as though signifying to you a hidden message; The next she was stood as far away from you as humanly possible. She was pulling you in and pushing you away just as quickly that you felt like a helpless mouse being toyed by their predatory until they eventually get bored and or hungry. You don’t know what you did but you couldn’t help but think that Wednesday only tolerates you because of your shared friend group and had you not been friends with them, she would’ve avoided you like she avoided daylight. Which only proven to hurt more when you came to terms that you held feelings for the mistress of everything dark and morbid; and as cliche as that was but it was true.

So when you noticed that it had been one of those days where Wednesday pretended to be ignorant of your existence when she dragged Enid away from yours, Ajax and Xavier’s table elsewhere during lunch; you couldn’t help but feel the hope that you had held onto for so long about the possibility that Wednesday might in fact like you, die a little. You sigh, slumping back in your seat to pick at your food that you suddenly had little to no desire in consuming, for it would only taste like ash upon your tongue due to your dampen mood. “Don’t beat yourself up about it y/n. You know how Wednesday can get.” Xavier said, trying to uplift you whilst Ajax mirrored him by patting you on the shoulder reassuringly, thinking it would help. It didn’t.

“I know but,” you pause to wet your lips, “i know I shouldn’t take it to heart but it feels as though she’s been avoiding me as of late. I’m not sure what it is I’ve done but it hurts…it hurts to know that the person you like is treating you as though your nonexistent…like you don’t mean as much to them as they do to you.” Ajax and Xavier couldn’t help but feel hurt for you and ashamed in themselves for keeping silent on the reasoning as to why Wednesday has been avoiding you. Enid has accidentally slipped up and told the boys whilst Wednesday had threaded to smother them in their sleep should they tell you before she was ready to tell you herself.

They knew that Wednesday needed more time but considering the downward projectory you were throwing yourself into and how fast it was hurdling up to greet you, they feared that Wednesday wouldn’t be able to act fast enough to save you from yourself. So it was up to Xavier and Ajax to keep your head above water until then. “Maybe she has a valid reason in avoiding you.” Xavier glared at Ajax over your moping form as the gorgon merely shrugged his shoulders and mouthing his apologies to his friend before turning back to you in hopes to backpedal his statement. Ajax’s situation was only made worse when he caught you looking at him with hurt lacing your once gleaming eyes only made the gorgon feel even worse then he already did in lying to you.

“Oh yeah? Mind telling me why that might be since you seem to know her better then me.” Your bitter words weren’t intentionally aimed at him nor Xavier but more so at yourself for not being different for Wednesday. Had you been more aloof or morally questionable would she like you any better? Or hate you even more? You didn’t know anymore and as of right now you didn’t want to talk about her reasonings as to why she had been avoiding you. It only hurt you the more your mind came up with worse and worse conclusions by the second. Ajax and Xavier tried to come up with something convincing when the pair saw that you were running on a short fuse.

However even with their combined mind power, they were unfortunately too slow for your liking as you scoffed a short, “I knew it,” as a response before removing yourself from between them and left the quad before Xavier could hope to grab your wrist in time. “Fuck.” He hissed under his breath as he turned to look over at the table Wednesday and Enid were only to see that they were staring back at him and Ajax. Enid was staring at them in concern before getting up out of her seat to chase after you whilst Wednesday was staring at them with murderous intent, she gave them one simple job and they managed to fucked that up to high heavens.

Boys were incompetent in doing jobs they weren’t tailor made for she concluded as she stood up from her chair, only to sit in the one across your vacant one as she clasped her hands together out on the table in front of her whilst staring at the gorgon and the artist; Almost as though they were about to be throughly investigated. “What happened and I suggest that you tell me quickly because I’m quite positively livid at how you two can muck up a perfectly simple task.” In all honesty Wednesday didn’t care for the reasoning as to what happened, her mind was permanently stuck on the dark expression across your face as you stormed out of the quad.

She knew she was the reason for the expression but she couldn’t quite grasp why it hurt her more then any wound ever to be inflicted. Almost as though you had devised a plan to make her feel how you feel. So as Xavier and Ajax presented their alibis as to what had happened, Wednesday abruptly stood up and starting walking out of the quad in the same direction you had left when Xavier called out to her. “Where are you going off to now?” Wednesday stopped to look over her shoulder and said, “that’s for me to know and you to find out.” Before continuing on her way out of the quad and down the corridors like a bloodhound.

It didn’t take her very long in tracking you and Enid down from the smell of her dorm mates perfume to the sound of her voice, set to a hushed whisper as she sat beside you amidst the school garden. Upset wasn’t the word Wednesday would use to describe your current state, you were down right distraught. No longer were alight with the fires of your passion, no longer was your face alight with life but instead covered by the guise of disappear. As inappropriate as it was but Wednesday couldn’t help but envision you as a weeping deity in your moment of sadness, the flowers nearby seemed to weep alongside you with how low their heads hung from their stems.

To her you were the vision of beauty even in the most vulnerable moments that she couldn’t help but see you in dark mourning attire, tissue in hand as you grieved her death, cursing the gods for taking her away from your eternity together; your love for her persevering even under the guise of grief. Knowing that she couldn’t have you hung out to dry any longer then she already had, Wednesday plucked a nearby black dahlia from it’s flower bed and presented it in front of her chest as though she was about to throw it upon a grave. Enid saw her approach from afar and stood up, causing you to look up at her before following her line of sight as you eyes widened at the sight of her.

“Wednesday?” You said when she was close enough to hear you and without a word on her part, she offered up the black dahlia before you. “As an apology for my recent behaviour.” She claimed as you accepted the flower, bringing it up to your nose to take in it’s scent. “Since your here in person, would you mind telling me why you’ve been so avoidant?” You asked. At this point Enid has already left in order to give you both space to resolve the issue that lingered between you two like a rotting corpse. “I have feelings for you.” She admitted without hesitation, “at first I thought it was because I found your brightness intolerable,” you flinched, “but some time after that I found myself craving your brightness like a vampire craves blood, like a zombie craves flesh.”

Wednesday stops to gauge your reaction to see how tightly you held the dahlia against your chest as though it were to be ripped apart from you at any given moment. You clung to it like a lifeline. “I found my chest fluttering at the sound of your loud and brazen laughter, I found that my cheeks would set themselves ablaze when you look at me with that wildness in your eyes that you’d get after a successful prank. It scares me.” She steps closer to you so that the only you could see was her and vice versa. “However I wish for you to invoke that reaction with me again for as long as we live because it was the safest option then to allow myself to crave the feel your lips against mine.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you held the dahlia even closer against your chest. “If that was the case then why didn’t you tell me? You really hurt me when avoiding me.” You uttered, going in to rest your head against hers, finally feeling your soul healing. “I know it was pathetic of me to run away from my wants and wishes rather then claim them like my parents would.” Wednesday pressed her forehead against yours, “but I only wanted confirmation that what I feel for you isn’t a fleeting fantasy but more of a permanent entanglement of our souls, cara mia.” You smiled widely at her confession, filled with so much relief that you didn’t take notice of the tears that brimmed your eyes.

“You fool,” you said affectionately, flinging your arms over her shoulder, “my mon cher, my love for you is boundless as the night sky.” Wednesday smiled briefly at your short and swift confession as her hands held you by the waist. “Good because I’d be a dead fool to ever let you go.”

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Woe From Wit

Fandom: Wednesday Pairing: Wednesday Addams & Brother!Reader Summary: Wednesday has a few favourites, including you. Word Count: 1,078 A/n: Requests are back open for a short while! Request me some Wednesday stuff, I binged watched it so it's currently on my radar.

"Please try and enjoy Nevermore, my little reaper," Gomez says, looking at his daughter, just before leaving the school, "Don't forget your brother also attends here."

"How can I forget?" Wednesday replies, though her face may not show it, there was a comfort to knowing that her brother was here within the buildings and she hadn't seen you for so long that she had missed you.

It was a shame that your family had missed you, but in Wednesday's tour of the school, she had not seen you around. Pugsley was unbearable, in Wednesday's opinion, that he was whining that he had not seen you.

The first day, there was no sight of you at all. You hide well, Wednesday think. She found herself somewhat enjoying her first day, despite Enid being annoying and other people insufferable.

"Why do you sit with me?" Wednesday asked, looking to Enid in the dining hall, her eyebrow raised.

"Because I'm your roomie!" Enid replies, "Plus, I don't want you to be alone."

"I would prefer to be alone."

Enid sighed, though she doesn't give up that easily as the two of them heard a chuckle behind them. The two of them turn around to the presence behind them.

"Oh! (Y/n)!" Enid greeted you, out lookers looking at you.

Bianca and the sirens perking up at the sight of you, Xavier from his spot stops to watch the scene play out. But, what shocked everyone that Wednesday Addams smiled, they were convinced that she was unable to do so. But, that smile was only reserved for a few people her favourite Uncle and her favourite brother.

"Wait, you guys know each other?" Enid asked, her eyes darting back and forth between Wednesday and you.

"Of course, Enid," You say, patting your sister's head, "Wednesday is my little sister."

"By a few months," Wednesday clarified as you snort, "I did wonder when you will show your face, you hide well."

Enid was completely baffled at the siblings in front of her, Wednesday was completely different to you, personality wise anyway. Clothing, on the other hand, was similar, it seemed like Addam's family was granted special circumstances to be the only one wearing a black uniform and when out of uniform, the two of you wore only black.

But, personality, Wednesday was stoic, but you were inviting and was well known in the school as charming and always wanting to help people.

"I wondered when you will show up," You say, putting your hand in your pockets, "It was inevitable that you would be here."

"I won't be here for long."

"I said the same thing a few years ago, and yet here I am."

"Well, I'm not like you, (Y/n)," Wednesday says, biting her tongue back from calling you weak - she knows you are a lot stronger emotionally and physically, "You fit it, I do not."

"You'll see eventually that you fit in with the crowd of outcasts."

"Tell me about my brother."

Enid looked up from her magazine, as she was on her bed, she noticed Wednesday had turned around from her seat at the desk.

"I thought (Y/n) would write to you?"

"I would like an outsider's perspective."

"Well, (Y/n) is... let's say Bianca's equal," Enid thoughtfully says, sitting up slightly, "He's popular and everyone kinda flocks to him. He's super nice and he has a way with words, but everyone knows he isn't a siren either - you can tell with his eyes, obvs."

"Hm," Wednesday turns around, looking at her typewriter.

"Xavier and he are like really close, you could even say they're best friends. Bianca and (Y/n) almost had a history of dating, but there are rumours that him and Kent had a secret relationship."

"Kent?"

"The other siren that hangs with Bianca, the guy with long hair?" Enid asked her, eyebrow raised as if Wednesday should know this information, "He has a twin as well, Davina?"

"Yes, I recall."

"Anyway! He's also mysterious, like unsettling mysterious. I should have known that you two were related, you guys have the same vibe," Enid shrugs her shoulder, "But, I'm sure he has other things he'll show you in the school, he knows an ungodly amount of information about the school."

"That's my brother for you," Wednesday spoke, her back still facing Enid, "That is one thing he is useful for is that he is smarter than me, he knows his way around things."

"People say he's principal Weem's eyes when she cannot see everything, that's how she knows what's going on around the school."

"My brother is no snitch," Wednesday declared, "And if he is, he's using her for his advantage, and I wonder why."

"I cannot believe I'm saying this," Wednesday sighed, looking at you, as you raised your eyebrow when Thing crawled into view, "Yes, Thing is here because our parents wanted it to watch me."

"Understandable," You replied easily, leaning back on your seat as you eye your sister, suspiciously, "What did you want?"

"I need your help."

"Interesting."

"Please do not mock me, this is humiliating as it is," Wednesday snapped at you, you merely smile at her, "I need help with something about a prophecy, Rowan's mother drew this-"

She hands you the picture, you examine it carefully and it was no doubt that you were seeing your dear sister in the picture. You raised an eyebrow as you handed it back, and you motion her to continue.

"And I need to stop this from happening or better yet, save this school from it."

"You care about the school? A few weeks ago, you didn't care for this place and you were trying to escape, what's the change of heart?"

"You're insufferable,"

"Naturally," You answered cooly, sat up and huffed, "But, the family helps family, but, when are you going to tell mother that you've been having visions."

"How-"

"I know more than you think, Wednesday, you're not the only psychic in this family nor in this school."

"Do you have visions?" She asked you after a beat of silence, you shake your head.

"Think of Rowan, his ability to use telekinesis, I'm that type of psychic, I guess that'll come in handy in your little investigation," You clapped your hand, "Speaking of which, indulge me with the information, I have a feeling we're going to have a great time together this year."

Wednesday smiles.

"I must agree with that."

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Forbidden - Part 1

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Meeting the perfect woman at a party has three complications: 1) you're married; 2) she's your student; 3) she’s too good to let go. 

Word count: 7.648 || Pronouns: she/her

Warnings: (a lot of) smut [18+ only!], alcohol 

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You got to the party a few minutes before the time you scheduled with Tony, and the place was already crowded. The loud music pounding on the speakers and the smell of alcohol and smoke did nothing to encourage you to enter that hell of a place. But you remember your brother’s convincing - or rather, annoying - arguments, and you sigh softly, putting your hands in the pants pockets of your red suit as you walk in.

“You need to have some fun, man, you look like you were hit by a car.” The man had said the other day, laughing softly, and you left out the fact that you’ve been quite unable to sleep or eat properly as you told him you were just busy with work. The argument was of no use, of course, since Tony insisted it was just another reason to celebrate, since you finally got the job you wanted for so long.

Xavier Institute is the most respected art college in the country and one of the best in the world. Working there has been a dream of yours since you graduated, and Tony, who has known you forever and kept track of all your efforts, insisted that you celebrate the realization of this dream together. 

But you looked for the man everywhere and found no sign of him. You think about going home, but you've already gone through all the work of getting here and the effort of coming up with a costume. So you sigh softly, and make your way to the bar to get yourself something to drink, checking your phone to see if you got any text from your brother but finding no notifications at all. 

As you wait for your drink by the bar, you try to fit as comfortably as possible into the cluster of people around the counter, and the pair beside you catches your attention. The first one that draws your attention is the girl. She wears a set of tight-fitting dark red clothes - pants and a long-sleeved blouse - with several black details and runes drawn on them, covered by a half-skirt of the same color. Her dark hair is covered with an orange dye made not to last long, and the wavy locks are held by some sort of crown that goes all the way down to her cheekbones, accentuating them. And she's absolutely breathtaking. 

As for the other person, it’s a guy dressed up in a lazy attempt at a Michael Myers costume, with a faded gray jumpsuit, a generic white mask, and his hair thrown back with exorbitant amounts of gel. The boy holds a plastic knife in one hand, using the other to lean on the bar counter, approaching the girl as he talks on and on. It's not hard to deduce from her body language that he's bothering her, and her annoyed expression behind the tight smile lets you know he's been doing it for quite some time. 

“I think everyone liked you better when you didn't talk.” Your comment takes not only the two strangers by surprise, but also yourself. Maybe what they say is true, maybe dressing up as something or someone you’re not really changes you - or rather, makes you feel comfortable enough to be who you really are. In any case, you keep your posture unfazed, playing with your glass between your fingers.

“And who are you anyway?” The Michael Myers dude asks, his tone as annoyed as his stance. “Just someone who can read the room.” You answer calmly as you shrug your shoulders, signing to the girl in between you and him as you say, “she's clearly bothered by your presence, buddy, so why don’t you just leave the girl alone?”

The man turns his mask-covered face to the girl then, but she just keeps her eyes forward, the small smirk at the corner of her lips being the only indication that she’s listening to the conversation. So he grumbles disgruntledly, stomping away like a spoiled child. 

“Thanks for that.” Says the girl when the boy is away, turning her body slightly to face you. “Not needed but appreciated.” She adds with a raised eyebrow, to make sure you know she’s no damsel in distress, and you smile, nodding slightly. “Oh, trust me, he was bothering me too.” You say as you take a sip of your drink, watching her look at you in a mixture of curiosity and confusion as the citric drink slides down your throat. “I was trying to build up the courage to talk to you when he showed up.”

“Is that so?” The girl asks in an amused tone, her smirk growing as she leans her elbow on the counter, her hand supporting the side of her face as she eyes you intently. “Yeah…” You confirm, admiring the black nail polish on her neatly done fingernails. “It's been a while since I've done the whole flirting thing, especially with a woman as beautiful as you.” You risk it and the girl scrunches her nose before she says, humorously, “a bit rusty.”

“Very rusty.” You add with a grimace, making the girl giggle as you take a long sip of your drink. “I’m sorry.” You grumble as you shake your head, a bit embarrassed, and miss the way the stranger smiles sweetly at you. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Her comment makes you look back at her again, and your eyes fall to her lips as she bites them in a smile. 

“I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself with an easy smile, offering her your hand. “Wanda.” She tells as she holds your hand with her smooth one, and you let out a hum of satisfaction at the beautiful name. “Oh, Princess Wanda, daughter of the founder of Kraków, Poland.”

“I didn’t know that.” Wanda says with an amused smile, taking a sip of her drink, holding her glass with her featherlike fingers that were previously on yours. “I know a thing or two.” You comment with a playful shrug, making her giggle softly. “It’s a pretty name. You’re from Poland?”

“Sokovia.” She corrects you, and you click your tongue, grimacing slightly at your own mistake. “Close.” You murmur behind the rim of your glass, and Wanda watches you intently, taking a sip of her drink. “Very smart for a devil.” She jokes about your costume - red suit and dark makeup -, and you let out a short laugh before shaking your head. “Oh no, I’m not a devil. Too overrated. I’m just a demon.”

“What kind of demon?” Wanda asks with a raised eyebrow, and you smirk as you shrug your shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to find out.” Your comment makes her smirk back at you, taking her glass to her red lips and finishing it in one sip, and you waste no time in offering, “can I buy you a drink, Wanda?”

“Only if you’ll dance with me after it.” Her answer is quick and provoking, and you smile with satisfaction as you agree. “Deal.”

And then you buy yourselves another round of drinks, and you keep the conversation going with such an ease that surprises the two of you. As the talk goes on, you realize Wanda is smart and funny and the more time you spend with her, the closer you want to get to her. She doesn’t seem bothered by your approaches in the slightest, smirking at all the excuses you find to touch her body. 

When the new set of drinks is finished, she grabs you by the hand to take you to the dance floor, so energetically commenting on how she loves the song that’s currently playing, and you giggle softly as you intertwine your fingers with hers. Wanda doesn’t let go of your hand once you get there. In fact, she uses it to pull you even closer to her. 

You’re not much of a dancer, honestly, but you let the alcohol in your system move your body to the rhythm of the music. Wanda is not shy about pressing her body on yours, fitting her ass on your front as she dances to the music. So you let your hands roam her body boldly, feeling your skin tingle with every sound you draw from her. 

At some point she turns to you again, her face so close to yours that your noses are brushing, and her pupils are so dilated you can barely see the green of her eyes anymore. So you allow the adrenaline and lust to take over you, and you press your lips to hers firmly, your hands on the sides of her face to pull her close. Wanda whimpers in surprise, holding the front of your shirt tightly as she matches the kiss just as eagerly, pulling you closer.

With your hand on the back of her neck, you take the other to her waist, deepening the kiss and sliding your tongue against hers with intent. The girl moans helplessly against your mouth, feeling her knees buckle as you dominate her with such ease, her hands moving to your shoulders looking for some kind of support.

When air is needed, you move your kisses to her jaw and neck, sucking on her skin and smoothing it with your tongue. Wanda shudders with every touch, moving one of her hands to your hair, gripping it tightly to encourage you to keep going, her whimpers and sighs against your ear almost muffled by the loud music. 

Pushing your body forwards, you move together until her back hits the nearest wall, your torso pressed to hers even closer now. Moving your face up again, your mouth meets hers again in a kiss so hungry that Wanda’s head spins, her entire body surrendering to you as she kisses you back.  

With one hand firmly on her waist, you take the other to her thigh, pulling her leg up to your hip and setting your thigh in between hers. The girl whimpers against your lips at the sudden pressure, her hips jerking down to press her center even further to yours, one of her hands on your neck as the other holds your arm for stability. 

Wanda keeps moving her hips against you, looking for some friction to help her ease the aching in her core. To assist her, you tense up the muscle in your thigh, sucking her tongue as she moans against your mouth. Her warmth against your leg grows to the point of almost burning your leg underneath your suit, and you would’ve taken her for yourself right then and there if at that moment someone hadn't bumped into you, reminding you that you were in the middle of a party surrounded by hundreds of people.

You slow down the kiss, both of your hands on her waist as you pull your leg away. Wanda whimpers slightly, displeased by the lack, so you smile softly as you move your face away from her. The smile falters, however, when you open your eyes again and see her lips puffy from kissing so hard, and her eyes locked on yours with such desire that it’s hard to remember why you ever stopped in the first place.

“My apartment is close by.” She comments as she moves closer, keeping her lips so close to yours that they brush as she speaks. “Lead the way.” You request as you move your hands down and squeeze her ass harshly, pressing her further against you. Wanda grunts at the delicious pain, taking your lower lip between her teeth and pulling it harshly, to the point of stinging. You hiss softly, but before you could kiss her again, she’s pulling away, and holding your hand to guide you out of the crowded party. 

The air outside is as cold as it can be for that time of the night, but both your bodies are so warm you barely notice it. As Wanda asks for a lift on an app on her phone, you’re busy giving her a hard time, fitting your body behind hers and moving her hair to the side so you can have free access to her neck. The girl complains about not being able to focus, but you just keep kissing her skin underneath her ear, smiling as you hear her sigh. 

With the ride on its way, Wanda teases you back by pushing her ass against your center, smirking as she feels you groaning against her skin. In response, you spin her by the waist, and kiss her lips with such intent that soon her legs are giving in again. You keep your mouth on hers until the car arrives, and the two of you get in the backseat with puffy lips and messy clothes. 

Wanda can’t wait for the car to arrive to give wet kisses and nibbles on your neck, and you can’t wait for her to open the front door to press her body against yours, your teeth on her earlobe and your hands on her hips. But as soon as all that is done, her mouth is back on yours, devouring each other as if that was the last meal you would ever have. 

You press her against the door as soon as you’re inside the apartment, your leg back in between hers as your mouth finds her once more. Wanda sighs against your lips, moving her fingers to the front of your body, unbuttoning your shirt before she’s even taken off your suit jacket. But as soon as she’s done, she pushes it all at once down your shoulders, and you let your garments slide to the ground as you move your kisses to her jaw. 

With your hands back on hers, you pull her up by the thighs, her legs wrapping around your waist at the same instant. Moving your fingers down to the sides of her body, you loosen the claps that kept her skirt secured around her hips, letting the item fall to the ground as you hold her tight, walking with her around the apartment. 

Wanda tries to guide you as best as she can with your mouth on her neck and her hands on your bare back. But the two of you manage to get to her bedroom - some bumping into furniture and stopping against walls later -, and you lay her on the mattress as soon as you get there. 

Her pants are what you take off first, and Wanda moves her feet to get free of her boots before the piece of clothing reaches her ankles. On your knees facing her, your mouth water at the sight of her bare legs, a red underwear covering her center. You take your time kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs, hearing her sigh as you approach her core, her legs pulling apart instinctively. 

But before you reach your destination, Wanda places her fingers under your chin, pulling you up so she can kiss you again. With your hands on her hips, you pull her closer, kissing her hungrily as your fingers venture underneath her blouse, pulling the fabric as your hands slide up her back. 

The girl moves her face away from yours so she can get rid of the garment, tossing it somewhere on the floor along with the rest of the clothes. It's hard to take your eyes off her breasts covered by nothing but a red lace bra, and Wanda bites her lower lip in a smile as she watches your hungry gaze on her, moving her hands to the front of your pants.

Her fingers work on your belt with such ease that you only realize what she’s done when she throws the item on the bedroom floor, her hands returning to your pants to unbutton them. As you stand up again to get rid of your pants, Wanda lies down, leaning on her elbows, and the sight makes the knot below your belly grow tighter. 

As you lie on top of her, your body fitting into hers perfectly, Wanda takes her hands to your back, her legs wrapping around your waist as her fingertips slide against your skin. You barely have time to kiss her again, because soon the woman is pulling your sports top up, and you have to move away to pass it through your head. 

Not wanting to be left behind, you move your lips to her jaw, your fingers finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it with one move. Wanda’s hands let go of you as she takes the item off, and you’re unable to resist the temptation to pull away to look at her, gasping softly at the sight of her naked torso underneath you. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Wanda’s cheeks get rosier underneath her heavy makeup, smiling softly as she pulls you down again to slide her tongue on yours. Holding her by the waist, you fit your knee in between her legs, making her moan against your mouth, instantly starting to move her hips against you in search of some friction. 

Deciding you’ve been too long without tasting more of her, you move your kisses down, leaving purple marks on every piece of skin you can find, her whimpers filling the room as you make each one of them. Wanda’s back arches against yours as your lips wrap around her nipple, licking and sucking until it stiffens inside your mouth. 

Her hands move to your hair, gripping it and keeping you exactly where she wants you to be. Pressing your leg harder against her, you take your mouth to her other breast, giving it equal attention, smirking as you feel her wetness growing on your bare thigh. It doesn’t take long for her to grow impatient, pushing your head down, and it takes even less for you to obey, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her stomach. 

When you reach her lower part, you hold her legs open for you, your eyes locked on hers as you lean down, watching her biting her lips harshly in anticipation as you kiss her center covered by the thin red fabric, her taste and scent making you roll your eyes as you grunt in satisfaction. The vibration makes Wanda whimper lowly, closing her eyes for a second, and you’re sure you’ve never seen a sight as beautiful as this one. 

Wrapping your fingers around her panties, you pull them down until it slides down her legs, and make your way back up to her center as you place soft kisses along her inner thighs. Wanda’s breath hitches as you bite her skin tightly, and a loud moan rips out of her throat as you sink your face into her, your tongue savoring her pussy hungrily and collecting her juices.

As you suck her clit expertly, Wanda’s hand takes a hold of your hair, keeping your mouth exactly where she wants it to be, as the other one grips the sheets tightly. You slide your tongue along her folds, her sweet taste making your palate tingle, your core throbbing.

“Oh, yeah- fuck, don’t stop.” She lets out in between moans and whimpers, the grip on your head getting tighter as you sink your tongue inside her, your nose brushing against her clit making her see stars behind her closed eyelids. You had no intention of stopping anyways, eating her out as if your life depends on it, devouring her with everything you have.

You hold her thighs open for you as her body begins to shake, her orgasm approaching her as her moans become louder. You keep your movements steady, guiding her through her high as her back arches, her cum dripping down your chin as she thrusts her hips forwards.

Her hand makes a bit of pressure against your head, asking you to stop. But even then you don’t pull away, licking her clean, her juices running down your throat and making you feel complete. “Y/n, please-ah.” She hisses at the overstimulation, but you slide the tip of your tongue on her clit lightly. 

It doesn't take long for Wanda to be ready for another, her hips jerking against you as her hand tightens on your hair again. This time, you wrap your tongue around her clit, thrusting two fingers inside her without warning, making her scream at the delicious intrusion, her walls pounding against your digits. 

“Oh, fuck, so good. I’m gonna-” Her second orgasm gets to her much faster, and before the words even come out she’s squirming against your touch, her walls clenching around your fingers and her cum dripping onto the sheets. “P-please, it’s too much.” She begs in a whiny voice, her hand weekly trying to pull you away from her throbbing pussy. 

But this time you obey, slowly making your way back up to her, your mouth kissing her body as she tries to regain the rhythm of her breathing. You kiss her as soon as you reach her, your tongue sliding sensually against hers and making her shudder, a low moan escaping her as she tastes herself in your mouth. 

When air is needed, you move your lips to her neck. But they don’t stay there for long, because soon Wanda is placing her hands on your shoulders, and reversing your positions on the bed. “It’s my turn now.” She says huskily against your lips, and you smirk as she kisses you again, far from being opposed to it.

As she fits more comfortably on top of you, her core fits perfectly against your own, a moan leaving your lips as you grab her waist on reflex. Wanda smirks against your mouth, moving her hip experimentally and shuddering when you whimper for more, trapping your lip in between her teeth.

She pulls away from you just to remove your underwear - at this point completely soaked -, and soon is back to her original position, pressing her pussy against yours, ripping moans from the both of you in the process. Your whole body warms up as she starts to rub against you, your juices mixing with hers and providing the perfect friction. 

You hold her hips to help her guide her movements, her legs growing shaky as she starts to move faster. The scene as a whole takes you to cloud nine, Wanda’s breasts bouncing as she rubs herself against you, her mouth half-open as she moans, her eyes ajar. You wanted to get up and take one of her rosy nipples inside your mouth, but her hands on your stomach keep you in place, her nails digging into your skin.

She reaches her high a second after you do, your moans filling the room as your cums mix together. When she can’t take it anymore, Wanda collapses against you, her face hidden in the crook of your neck as her arm wraps around your middle, her breathing completely out of rhythm. You run your hands down her back soothingly, and not long after she’s lifting her head again, and kissing you slowly enough to send a chill down your spine.

A smirk makes its way to her lips as your hand squeezes her ass, and you take no time in reversing your positions again, desperate to taste her once more. 

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You wake up to an empty bed, but the frown only remains on your face until you find a folded towel on the end of the mattress, along with a set of clothes and a note that says “meet me in the kitchen when you’re done xoxo.” With a groan, you stand up, but instead of the clothes Wanda saved for you, you collect your own - now placed in a pile on the chair in front of Wanda's desk.  

Before going to the bathroom, a set of picture frames catches your attention. In one of them, you see Wanda and a boy about her age, his hair platinum, sitting on what seems to be a long grassy field. On another, you see her with the same boy, accompanied by an older man, the three of them sitting on a brown couch. The last picture of the three makes you laugh through your nose as you see Wanda and two other girls making funny faces for the photo at what looks like a New Year's Eve party. 

You imagine those are her family and friends, and you can’t help but smile at her in all of them, enamored with her beauty in absolutely all those settings. But you shake your head to keep the thoughts and the sleep away, holding your clothes against your body as you move to her bathroom. 

Some minutes later, you’re back in your suit and entering the kitchen, smiling at Wanda’s figure with her back at you, stirring something on the stove, her body covered by only a long sweater. Her damp hair is now in its natural brown, like the ones you'd seen in the photographs in her room. And as all the other times you’ve seen her until now, breathtaking.

“Morning.” You say as you wrap your hands around her waist, kissing her shoulder. “Morning.” Wanda says back with an easy smile that fades away when she spins on her heels to face you. “You’re not wearing the clothes I sorted for you.” Her eyes go down on your figure for half a second, figuring you're already leaving, and you have to hold back a smile at her disappointed frown.

“I can’t stay for long, I'm waiting for the moving truck to deliver this morning.” You explain, apologetically, and Wanda nods slowly in understanding. “Will you have breakfast with me at least?” The brunette asks with puppy dog eyes, and you’d have been unable to say no to her anyways. “Of course.” The grin she offers you is blinding before she leans forward, and you let out a giggle as you kiss her back. 

You help her set the table and finish the food she was making before you eat together, the entire process surrounded by light conversation or just some comfortable silence. You exchange smiles every time your eyes meet, and Wanda tries to stop herself from creating so many expectations with this stranger she met at a party. 

She knows she shouldn’t. This was most likely just a one-night stand, as it was supposed to be. But there was something about you that she wanted to know more of, to keep closer. Anyhow, she’d obviously not tell you any of that, keeping on with the casual conversation until the breakfast ends. 

“You don’t have to-” She starts when she sees you washing the dishes, but you pull a dismissive face. “It’s okay, I still have some time.” You assure her with your hands already covered in soap, smiling when she still looks uncertain, “I insist.” She smiles in gratitude, kissing your lips softly before moving around the kitchen to put everything back in its place.

“Thank you.” The brunette says when everything is done, wrapping her arms around your shoulders after you’ve wiped your hands on the dishcloth. “No problem.” You assure before kissing her softly, feeling her smile against your lips. The kiss soon grows deeper, your tongue meeting hers as you press her against the kitchen counter. 

“I thought you had to leave.” Wanda teases as you move your mouth to her neck, biting her lip tightly when you bite her sensitive skin over the mark you’ve made last night. “I do but you’re so fucking irresistible.” You groan against her skin, feeling her neck vibrating as she chuckles. 

Before the brunette can even process, you’re already on your knees, sinking your face in between her legs in kissing her center covered by a new piece of underwear. “Y/n, what-” Her question is cut short by a moan as you move the fabric to the side, sliding your tongue along her folds, already soaked from you kissing her like that a moment ago. 

“Oh, fuck.” Wanda’s hands find the marble for support as you eat her out, her knuckles getting whiter as her legs grow weaker. But you hold her up, a leg over your shoulder, as you suck her clit, tasting her on your tongue. Soon one of the brunette’s hands leaves the counter to grip your hair tightly, making you groan against her pussy. 

The vibration is enough to send her over the edge, spilling her juices on your mouth as her moans escape her throat, the sounds muffled to you by her thighs squeezing your head. When she’s sure she can’t take it anymore, Wanda pushes your head lightly, her stomach twisting with desire as she watches you come back to your feet, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, a smirk on your lips. 

“Let me return the favor.” She requests with her lips brushing against yours, her hands on the collar of your blouse. “Hmm maybe some other time, I really gotta go now.” You say with your hands on her waist, but Wanda is already moving her lips down to your jaw, taking your earlobe in between her teeth and making you shudder. “Fuck, you’re not helping.”

“I have no intention of helping.” She chuckles mischievously against your neck, and you have to muster all your strength to pull away. “I have to go.” You insist, and the only thing bringing comfort to Wanda now is that you sound as disappointed about it as she is. So she nods in understanding, and offers to walk you to the door. 

“I left my phone number on your nightstand.” You let her know when you’re already on the other side of the door, holding back a smile when you see her sketching an eager one. “I’ll call you.” The brunette promises as she leans against the open door, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling this time. “I’ll be waiting.”

Wanda lets out a giggle at your response, so cute that you can’t stop yourself from moving closer to her again and kissing her hard. The brunette laughs softly against your mouth as she matches the kiss, but before she’d like, you’re pulling away again and saying goodbye for good this time. And Wanda watches you walk away until you disappear into the elevator. 

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"And this is your office." Says the redhead as she walks you into the hugest room you've ever worked in, and you try not to feel so small there. "You'll get used to the space, honestly, some of us even manage to fill them with crap." She jokes as she sees your wide-eyed expression, and you let out a laugh as you nod in understanding. 

After the weekend of the party, it was all about going back to the real world. Moving to Westview was exhausting and with every little thing that went wrong, you found yourself thinking maybe you should've left part of your belongings in New York. Your entire family still lives there anyways, it's not like you wouldn't have someone to keep an eye on your stuff for you. Besides, settling into a new job was always a challenge and the amount of bureaucracy got your head pounding every time.

Luckily for you, Tony - who had come to spend a few days in Westview to help you out with your moving - was by your side to give you support and the company you needed, even if he kept teasing you about your secret one-night stand.

"We don't have to talk about it, Tony, please, just let this go." You grumbled when the arguments about him abandoning you - because he was too busy sleeping with the cop that had stopped him that night - didn't work anymore, and your brother chuckled to himself before helping you empty yet another box.

And speaking of the brunette, it's been four days and Wanda hasn't called or texted. It's fine, you think to yourself. Maybe it's better that way. You already had too many things going on in your life, you could run away from trouble. At least that's what you repeated in your head every time you checked your phone and saw nothing.

"It's great. Thank you, Professor Romanoff." You say with a polite smile towards the redhead, who offers you a playful one in return. "Oh, please, there's no need for formalities, Natalia is just fine." She comments, waving her hands, and you let out a somewhat embarrassed giggle before telling her she could do the same.

After that, you and the Russian Professor chat some more, and she only leaves many minutes later - not before assuring you a few times that you could come to her if you needed anything, which made you smile with slightly rosy cheeks. And, finally alone, you busy yourself putting your new office together. 

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Wanda saved your number on her phone the very moment she found the paper laying on her nightstand - smiling a silly smile as she saw the signature “from your daemon” under it. 

But she only has the guts to text you on Friday, after some annoying insistence from her best friends, Kate and Yelena. She apologized for taking so long, but didn't explain the reason for the delay was that she was panicking too hard when she asked if you'd like to do something on Saturday - because Yelena had been too energetic on how she should ask you out at once. 

And although you said you were happy she texted, you apologized for not being able to see her that Saturday, since you were still busy with the moving and adjusting to your new job. Still, you asked her out for the other weekend, and even though the brunette was upset she wouldn't get to see you as soon as she expected, she agreed to the date with a smiling emoji.

But it's still Tuesday and Wanda would have to wait another four days to see you again. At least classes were distracting enough, she thought to herself as she walked through the university corridors, listening to a story Yelena was telling about one of the times she went to visit her parents on their farm that was making Kate’s eyes water from laughing so hard.  

"Oh my god, she's here." The brunette cuts her friend off as soon as they walk into the classroom, her eyes widening as she sees the one she least expected to see, you. With your face in profile to the door, checking some papers on your desk and wearing a blue sweater with the sleeves rolled up and beige pants, with prescription glasses on your face that Wanda didn't even know you needed. And you looked even more charming than you did that night at the party.

"Where?" Kate and Yelena ask at the same time - at this point they don’t even have to ask since all Wanda talks about these days is you-, their eyes running with curiosity among the few students that were already in the classroom. But Wanda just tapped Kate’s arm - who was closest to her -, unable to say or do anything other than that. Not long after, the two girls follow the glazed eyes of their friend towards the desk in the front of the room. "The Professor?!"

"Shut up!" The brunette finally moves, holding Yelena’s arm for her to speak quieter, and the blonde makes an apologetic grimace before taking her eyes to you again. "My God, how old is she?" Kate asks with amusement and furrowed brows, and Wanda crosses her arms in front of her body, moving her feet so she’s with her back turned to you. "She's not much older than us." The brunette answers, but noticing her friends still have their eyes on you, she sighs impatiently. “And stop staring!”

"Go talk to her." Yelena suggests when she looks back at Wanda - not before exchanging an amused glance with Kate. "Are you kidding me? I can't just go there and talk to her!" The brunette argues matter-of-factly, but the blonde has an equally disbelieving expression as she answers. "Are you kidding me? A few nights ago she had her mouth on yo-"

"Yelena!" Wanda talks over her friend with cheeks on fire, looking around to see if any of her classmates - or worse, you - had heard the conversation. But everyone seems busy enough with their own interaction and activities to pay attention to what she and her friends were talking about, so the brunette sighs tiredly, ignoring the other two girls’ laughter to say, "Come on, let's sit down."

Wanda can’t help but glance at you as they look for a place to sit, her heart stopping for a second every time you make the tiniest movement and she thinks your eyes will finally meet hers. But they never do, and the brunette is left to wonder what you would do if you spotted her in the middle of the room. Would you be shocked to see her as much as she was? Would you care? Would you wave at her? Ignore her completely? 

"What's her name again?" Kate asks when they’re all finally seated - not on the first rolls but also not so far in the back -, waking Wanda up from her thoughts. “Did you really not memorize it after Wanda talked about her a thousand times?” Yelena hits back with humor, but the brunette just ignores her friends with her cheeks slightly warm, busing herself with taking her stuff out of her bag. "Y/n."

"Last name?" Kate asks again, typing something on her phone. And this time Wanda freezes for a heartbeat of a second, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I don't know."

"Dude, you took her to our place and you don't even know her full name?" Yelena asks with raised eyebrows, earning from Wanda an embarrassed shrug of her shoulders. "Brave." The brunette jokes with a snort and Kate is not late to retort, "I think the word you're looking for is horny."

"Good afternoon, class." You’re speaking before Wanda can tell her friends to fuck off, and the brunette’s attention is immediately completely on the front of the class. "I'm Y/n Stark and I'll be your professor on the History of Arts." You introduce yourself as your eyes scan the room, trying to memorize the students' faces, until they finally rest on her. 

Wanda holds her breath as your face changes to something she interprets as astonishment. But soon there’s a small, discreet smile on your lips that fades away as you go back to looking around. A smile that belongs only to her, she thinks, and the redness goes back to her cheeks as she looks down, missing the way Yelena and Kate exchanged knowing glances from their seats. 

"I know that Professor Frigga had already structured the semester with you before her retirement, but I will show you some changes that I intend to make. But, before we get there, any questions?" You go back to talking, looking around for any raised hands. Wanda has, indeed, a lot of questions. Not a single one she can make right now, however, so she keeps her arm down, her eyes locked on your figure. 

"Uh, Wands…" Kate calls out lowly enough for only her to be able to hear, her eyes on her phone. The brunette turns her face to her friend discreetly, frowning as she sees the weird expression she makes. "Professor Stark?" A boy she doesn’t know speaks before she can, and her eyes are drawn back to the front of the room with curiosity.

"Yes, Mr…?" You ask, dragging out your last word for the boy to complete. "Mr. Morales." The boy says, lowering his hand as you nod your head in understanding, encouraging him to continue. "Is it true you're married to Carol Danvers?" The question triggers several murmurs around the classroom - now nearly full -, but Wanda can barely listen to anything, her face going pale as she stares at you. 

You’re married? No, you can’t be married. That’s impossible. Not after that night at that party. Not after all the things you’ve done together-

"Uh, yes.” Your voice speaks louder than the thoughts inside her head, and Wanda can’t help but let out a disbelieving gasp. Your eyes meet hers for half a second as you speak, but the brunette turns her face away immediately, locking them on the empty page of her opened notebook. “Yes, it's true, Mr. Morales, but I think it's best if we let personal matters aside during our classes, yes?" You end the discussion - which doesn’t help much with the muttering and whispering -, before turning to the board. "So, as I was saying…"

You go on with the class, but Wanda is unable to pay attention to a single thing, her head and heart competing to see who races faster. How could you do that to her? You never said a thing, you weren’t even wearing a ring. Did you have a ring? She’s sure you weren’t wearing any. But you run your fingers through your hair now, and the golden piece shines under the strong lights of the room, making her stomach turn. She still couldn’t believe it. 

"Who's Carol Danvers?" The question escapes her mouth before she can hold it back, shifting her hurt gaze between her friends. "How the hell you don't know who Carol Danvers is?" Yelena speaks first, her eyebrows raised in disbelief, but the brunette ignores her completely as she watches Kate googling something on her phone. "She's the Captain of the U.S. Football League."

"The best player of the season." Yelena adds with excitement that soon turns to embarrassment as Wanda glares at her. "Sorry." The blonde mumbles with her arms crossed, but the brunette says no more, leaning to her side when Kate shows her her phone. There, Wanda can see a few pictures of the two of you, both at events and in paparazzi photos. And you look happy, smiling and holding hands, sharing hugs in some of them. When a specific picture of the two of you kissing, the brunette looks away, letting out a long sigh as her eyes return to you. 

She wasn’t sure how exactly she was feeling about it all. But as the minutes dragged by, her hurt was being replaced by anger, until the point her jaw was locked so tightly her teeth could crack at any moment now, her arms tightly crossed and, if looks could kill, you’d be lying dead on the floor. And she’s sure you noticed, because you only dared to look at her a few times, soon looking away until your eyes never found hers again. 

When the class came to an end, Wanda was the first to stand up, striding to your desk with her hand holding the strap of her bag. Yelena and Kate exchange worried - and somewhat curious - glances, but they decide to give their friend the moment she needs with you, so they walk to the door along with the rest of the students, glancing at their friend as she makes her way to you.

“Professor Stark, can I speak to you for a second?” Wanda’s voice sounds by your side as you put your belongings back in your messenger bag, and your stomach sinks for a moment, your heart beating faster. But you don’t look up at her, taking your eyes to your wristwatch instead. “I’m sorry, Miss Maximoff, but I have another class in ten minutes and-”

“Y/n.” The brunette interrupts you through gritted teeth, her eyes burning the side of your face. So you sigh softly in surrender, finally looking up at her. She looks as beautiful as she does in your memory, the marks on her neck that she’s failed to cover up completely making your insides turn conflictingly. But she looks so hurt you can’t stare at her for too long, averting your gaze to the door before bringing it back to her again. 

“Yes?” You ask in a low voice, the silence growing between you as the students leave the room and Wanda tries to figure out what to say next. “You lied to me.” That’s what she decides on, her eyes watering with hurt. “Technically, I never said I wasn’t married.” You say in a failed attempt to lighten the mood, earning yourself a disbelieving laugh. 

“You used me.” She stresses the word, hurt dripping down her tone as she sniffles back her angry tears. “I trusted you. I thought…” Her voice dies down as she lets out another laugh completely devoid of humor, looking away from you. “You thought what?” You ask with a bit of expectation that shouldn’t even be there in the first place, your brows furrowed. 

“Never mind, it’s stupid.” That’s her answer as she turns her back on you, making her way to the door. “Wanda, wait.” You call out as you pick up the pace, placing yourself in front of her to stop her from leaving. And although she does, she looks down at the ground, and you feel your mouth going dry, your heart pounding in your ears. “It doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

“What, you wanna fuck me when you’re too bored of fucking your wife?” The brunette hits back angrily, taking a defiant step toward you. You take a step back, shaking your head eagerly. “It’s not-”

“Fuck you, professor.” Wanda interrupts you with her teeth gritted and her eyes watery. She sidesteps you, her shoulder slamming into yours roughly. And this time, when she makes her way to the door, you don’t stop her.

Part 2

[cupidddd-d]

are you falling in love? i have a feeling you are

in which you have an embarrassingly large crush on xavier thorpe

warnings: swear words

every morning, you would take a little detour to your first period class in order to cross paths with xavier.

"hey, i didn't know you took this path to your next class," xavier put his hand on your shoulders to stop you.

"oh, yeah, i didn't originally, but you know. my original route got a little crowded, so uh, yeah." you bit your lip, already making plans to bang your head against a wall because god, you were so fucking awkward.

you hoped he wouldn't acknowledge the fact that this path was also crowded. or that you were going completely the wrong way, and your next class was behind you, which you had literally just walked away from.

you even began enrolling yourself in the fencing, archery, and art classes so you would have more opportunities to talk to him

and yeah, you knew it was a little stalkerish. but what were you supposed to do, go up to him and actually start a conversation? hell no.

it was embarrassing how excited you were to be near xavier

"god, i'm so tired!" you whined, resting your head in your arms as everyone ate lunch around you. "i barely got any sleep last night because i was too hot, but when i took my blanket off, i was too cold!"

"what's this about being too cold?" xavier slid onto the open seat next to you.

immediately, you perked up, and all the exhaustion seemed to drain from your body. you flushed at the giggles of your friends who knew about your crush on xavier.

and then you tried to have wednesday, enid, and ajax be your wingmen, which didn't exactly work out

"okay wednesday, i need you to tell enid to tell ajax to tell xavier how cool i am. like, talk about how smart i am, or how my clothes looked nice today or something. hype me up, okay?" you looked into wednesday's deadpan eyes, silently begging her to agree.

"enid, tell ajax to tell xavier about how great y/n is. i'm not sure why." wednesday said to enid.

"O.M.G. yes! i totally got this! okay, ajax. tell xavier how cool y/n is. like, talk about how y/n gave you a lamborghini for your birthday, or lent you a hundred bucks because you really needed it!" enid said excitedly to ajax. "and before you say it, yes, i know none of that happened. but the point is to hype y/n up!"

"anyway dude, so like after giving me a hundred bucks and donating 3 mil to charity for children with cancer, y/n gave me a lamborghini for my birthday." ajax said to xavier.

"....what?" xavier said blankly.

[frostyyyroyalmilktea]

Nevermore student!Tyler x Thorpe!Reader

This is part 2 of my series. You can find part 1 here. Pt 3 here!

This story is also on ao3

Let me know what you think!

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Your things arrive in the early afternoon that day and you know yourself well enough to be sure that if you don't deal with unpacking now, you certainly won't do it once the classes start and at some point in the near future your side of the room will turn into pure unmitigated chaos.

Of course to you, it won't be much different from how your room at home usually is at any given moment, but you're sharing space with someone else now and it seems disrespectful to let it get to that state. So you politely decline Bianca’s invitation to go see a movie with her and Yoko and get to work.

Unpacking clothes takes the most time but ultimately everything fits in the closet and there’s even some semblance of order to it. You’re not by any means an organized person so you don't expect it to last, but for now, a win is a win. Next are books and plushies that you put in an open bookcase near your table. Compared to Bianca's side, yours already looks a little spazzy. But you’re not too worried. She doesn't seem like a person who would judge you for that.

It's kind of interesting, actually. Tyler was right when he said she has a certain reputation in Nevermore. But just like with Xavier, when you start to get to know her, you realize she’s very different from the character she's trying to present to the world. Perhaps that's the reason they didn't work out. They were trying to build a relationship between their public personas, while the real people probably felt lonely and not seen.

You retrieve your laptop, a tangle of chargers, your portable speaker, and a few pairs of headphones from the last box, and then, finally, you move to unshackle your baby Yamaha from the layers of bubble wrap. You were initially reluctant to trust movers with it but at the end of the day, it weighed way too much for you to carry, and it was also rather chunky, especially compared to your not-particularly-imposing frame.

After thoroughly examining your synthesizer for any damage, and concluding that there is none to be found, you relax, plug it in, and start playing little bits and pieces of songs you like, as a warm-up

Music is something that never fails to bring you a little peace of mind. You’ve been playing piano since you were four and always liked to learn new songs from the artists you listened to. Sometimes you would learn something you know Xavi or your dad particularly enjoy.

But playing other people’s music, while very fun and enjoyable, is not the end goal. Your dream is to one day write your own music. You already do, as a matter of fact, but you’ve never played it for anyone.

You wonder what kind of music Tyler likes to listen to and as if on their own accord, your hands set the drum rhythm and you find yourself playing the intro to the Ghost Ship of Cannibal Rats. For all that he looks like a love interest in a Taylor Swift music video, you feel like Tyler prefers something alternative, more… gritty. You'll make sure to ask him the next time you see him.

You binge half a season of Brooklyn 9-9 and then head out on a journey to find a laundry room, where you meet a sweet little pumpkin named Eugene. He shows you how to operate the washing machines and makes a great pitch about his extracurricular club, but the only things you really know about bees is that they’re an important part of the ecosystem and a song from the Bee Movie soundtrack that you learned to torment Xavier over Christmas break a few years ago. But Eugene is so sweet and so enthusiastic about the whole thing that you don't find it in yourself to turn him down and promise to think about it.

Lunch rolls around you can’t say you’re particularly excited to face the public after Xavier’s dramatics this morning, but a girl has to eat so you women up and drag your ass downstairs.

Thankfully, the dining hall is a lot less crowded than it was at breakfast. Everyone's probably out in Jericho for the day. Bianca and her friends are nowhere to be seen. So is your brother. Unfortunately, so is Tyler.

That last one kinda puts you in a bit of a desolate mood.

You still grab a seat at the corner table and tuck into your chicken wrap. No one seems to pay you much attention aside from a few stray glances. But that's nothing new, both you and your brother aren’t exactly hard on the eyes.

You enjoy your lunch in relative peace until you notice someone staring. A familiar-looking blonde girl looks straight at you from the nearby table. When you meet her eyes, she waves at you enthusiastically. Very enthusiastically. It clicks why she looks familiar when you see who she's sitting with. It’s that little goth girl that got your brother all in his feels.

Oh, this should be interesting. You put on a smile you always use when doing publicity for your dad and wave back at her.

It’s all the encouragement she needs to leap to her feet and head to your table with her friend—who seems decidedly less enthusiastic about the entire affair—in tow.

"Hi! I'm Enid Sinclair. I just wanted to say I'm a huge fan and I'm so glad you're at Nevermore now, and I hope we can become friends."

People often accost you with similar intentions. Usually because of your father's fame, but recently you started gaining some following of your own as well.

Tiktok remains the only social media where your father's PR team can’t usurp control from you—because they're low-key a bunch of old farts and no one seems to understand how to operate it for publicity— so it’s the only social media you have on principle. You post song covers, film cool street buskers, and sometimes videos of you skateboarding. You amassed something around 100k followers which by TikTok standards isn’t really that impressive, but your views are consistent, so in your old school it attracted literally the worst type of people: clout chasers. Making friends became basically impossible. Because that's what you wanted. Friends. Not an entourage.

But this girl, you’re surprised to find, doesn’t seem like the type. She’s genuine in her excitement and just wants to be friends with someone she thinks is cool. It’s heartwarming and you don’t even notice when your publicity smile turns into a sincere one.

You extend your hand for a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you, Enid. And who’s the shadow of perpetual doom behind you?

"Wednesday. Wednesday Addams." She introduces herself, giving you a scrutinizing look. And wow, does she not blink?

Yeah, Xavier has no business giving you shit for your taste in boys when he’s in love with little miss American Psycho.

"Do you girls want to sit down? I'm not done with my lunch so you could keep me company if you want?"

"Sure!” Enid exclaims excitedly, already pulling a chair for herself.

Wednesday hesitates for a moment but ultimately takes a seat as well.

"Have you already decided what elective classes you're gonna-" starts Enid.

"How do you know Tyler Galpin?" Wednesday cuts her off. Which first, rude . And second, what does she care?

"I don't really. We met yesterday, when I arrived. He helped me haul my luggage to the top floor, "you reply between bites.

"You sat with him at breakfast."

Alrighty, you didn't realize it was an interrogation, but sure, why not?

"Well, I saw a familiar face, he was sitting there alone and he helped me out yesterday, so I thought why not." You try to keep your irritation at bay, but don’t completely succeed. Not that it makes any difference, because this girl clearly doesn’t like reading social cues.

"You don’t what he really is. He-"

"Right." You cut her off with an eye roll. "I heard that spiel already and I have eidetic memory so I don’t need an encore."

"The existence of eidetic memory is not proven by the psychiatric community," Wednesday says defiantly.

"It’s also not disproven, and since it relies heavily on the personal perception of an individual, there is no way to do either, really."

This puts you in a verbal stalemate of a sort and the atmosphere becomes quite heavy, but you just sip your tea nonperturbed.

Enid scrambles to change the subject.

"Have you heard Taylor Swift's new album already? Did you like it?"

You turn all your attention to her, clearly dismissing the previous topic of conversation. "Girl, you kidding? Of course, I did! It's brilliant, not that I expected anything less."

A muscle in Wednesday’s jaw twitches. Whether it’s because of the new topic or because you didn’t concede, you have no way of knowing.

"Ooooh," Enid squeals. "Do you plan on doing any covers? Your cover of No Body No Crime was sooo good, by the way. I got like actual chills."

"It was probably just the draft from the window you insist on keeping open at all times,” deadpans Wednesday.

"Yeah, to air out the smell of formaldehyde," Enid grumbles under her breath.

You have no idea what exactly your brother sees in Wednesday that makes him go yes, this is a perfect girl to be romantically interested in, and at this point, you’re getting more and more confident you don’t want to find out.

"You're so sweet, Enid. Thank you," you say. "I've actually really been vibin’ with Anti-Hero recently, so I'll probably do a cover soon."

Enid looks at Wednesday, then back at you, wheezing in delight. How can someone so small contain so much energy and enthusiasm you have no idea.

Wednesday seems a bit irritated, which given her general lack of emotional responses probably means that she’s in fact hella irritated. She clearly doesn't like to share her friend’s attention, so just to be petty you pull out your phone and ask: "Babes, what's your username? I'll follow you so we can be friends and send each other stuff. By the way, have you seen the new dance going around from this Netflix show? We could totally do a collab on that. I mean, I’m not much of a dancer myself, but it doesn't look too complicated."

Enid looks like she’s about to faint from trying not to shriek like a banshee in excitement. "It’s @ xoxoenid, your most reliable source for gossip in Nevermore."

Then she freezes in panic and as the page loads up on your phone, you see that she already made a few videos about you.

"I didn't say anything bad, I swear! But people were talking about why you and Xavier were arguing and why you were with Tyler… I can totally take it down if you want," she gets out hurriedly in one breath.

Wednesday, once again, looks peeved.

"It's cool, En. Don't worry about it. People gonna talk anyways I don't really care about that."

En, she mouths, looking a little starstruck.

You finish your lunch under Wednesday's scrutinizing glare while Enid talks a mile a minute, giving you a rundown on everyone's drama that you can't possibly follow because it's way too many new names at the same time.

When you're done, you make your goodbyes, wishing the two of them a great day. Or a terrible one, you add with a wide grin, looking at Wednesday. Whichever they’d prefer.

***

In the evening you make your way from Weems' office with a copy of your schedule and a signed referral from your therapist back home.

Most kids from Nevermore that go to therapy are referred to Dr. Kinnbot in Jericho but since your brother is already seeing her, it's unethical for her to see you too. So now you’re going to spend an hour and a half every Saturday driving to a bigger city to see a different therapist. From what Weems told you, he seems to be a good fit for you as he specializes in outcast psychology. But you’ll only know for sure after you’ve had a few sessions with him.

The way to get to Weems’ office from Persephone Hall is a bit complicated. You have to go down the stairs, exit the building, then walk around the building and re-enter it in a different wing. Of course, most people can just use the roof because it also has two exits, and this way you don’t need to go up and down the stairs a million times, which saves a lot of time. But most people aren’t dreadfully afraid of heights.

Well, you won’t be driving because you don’t have a license. You never really needed one back home and now some poor guy got stuck driving you because he’s also seeing the same doctor. Eh, at least he’ll have someone to chip in for gas. And both of you get an hour of free time in the city with an actual mall. Not to mention you have a dazzling personality, so come to think of it, he’s actually lucky to have you, all things considered.

When your powers manifested for the first time, you thought that it must be some kind of mockery from the universe. To give powers like that, to someone who has both acrophobia and aerophobia. Who could even come up with a joke that twisted?

You wrap yourself tighter in your winter coat against a gust of cold wind. You're almost by the main door when you see a cat. A chubby black cat with golden eyes that literally glow in the evening dark. He—you don’t actually know if he’s a he but you’re a native french speaker and calling animals it just doesn’t sit right with you—looks expectantly like he’s been waiting here for the longest time and you’re late and now he’s judging you for tardiness.

You come closer but as soon as do that, he turns around and proceeds to gracefully walk toward the creepy forest.

When you just stand there, dumbfounded, he turns around with a demanding meow and you really don’t feel like you have any other option than to follow him.

About fifteen minutes later, when you lose sight of that bossy cat and you don’t know where you are and can’t even locate the direction you came from, you think that this is just another joke at your expense from the universe. Your dad always says that one can not ignore the signs from the universe, as it is a path of lost opportunities. But right now, you feel like maybe you’re just illiterate and don’t read those signs correctly or something.

You hear the snow crunch behind you and then a snap, probably a twig. You turn around and see… well something.

You try not to panic and take out your phone to text your brother, even if it means a lecture and I told you so the size of the Jupiter. Ugh, you really don’t want to give his ego a boost of this proportion.

You've seen werewolves before and it looks a little bit like one, but at the same time, it doesn't. It looks more like someone tried to draw a werewolf from memory. The creature is bigger than a were but at the same time less proportional, its upper body longer and wider than the lower. Its face has more human traits than those of an animal, but something’s still a little off: its eyes and forehead are unproportionally big compared to the rest of the head.

You have no idea what the fuck it is you’re looking at and whether it's dangerous. A rule of thumb with anything of that size is usually to avoid at all cost. But it’s probably a little too late for that.

It's not attacking, but then again, you're just standing there not moving. If you run, there's a good chance it'll trigger its predator instinct. And there’s no way you can outrun it.

So you just stay where you are. Looking at it. And it also stays where it is. Looking at you.

You can't tell how sentient it is but it seems like it's thinking about something. Hopefully not about late dinner.

Its eyes, you notice, have a reddish tint to them and you think that should creep you out but for some reason it makes you think of pomegranates of all things.

The woods are very quiet. The only sounds you can really make out are its breathing and your own.

An absurd thought pops into your head then. The acoustics here must be great. You remember your vocal mentor, Ms. Welch, telling you that to really perfect acapella, you need to practice in open spaces.

And in what can only be a bout of temporary insanity, that's what you decide to do. Sing.

You take a deep breath not yet knowing what exactly it's going to be, but surprisingly, the words find you easily enough, and from then on, the whole thing just feels like an out-of-body experience.

“I've heard there was a secret chord”

The beast looks taken aback by you breaking this unspoken staring game.

“That David played, and it pleased the Lord”

It looks confused at first, then curious. Doesn't look like it’s gonna tear you to pieces at least, so you let your voice pick up a little volume.

“But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah”

The creature makes the tiniest move forward as if chasing your voice.

It startles you and, instinctively, you pull back and the creature immediately mirrors you, looking as if it's scared of scaring you. Scared that you'll stop singing.

You go through the chorus with a shaky voice, but it looks like whatever this thing is, it doesn't want to attack you, so your voice evens out and the next verse sounds way steadier.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you"

Maybe the irony of singing that line to a mesmerized creature in the moonlight wouldn't be lost on you if all your thinking capabilities weren't paralyzed by primal fear, but alas.

As to why you do what you do next, you honestly have no fucking idea. Maybe you’re more fucked in the head than people give you credit for. Like, way more.

“She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne, she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah”

You take a step forward.

“Hallelujah”

Then another one.

“Hallelujah”

And one more.

“Hallelujah”

There is maybe a foot separating the two of you at best.

And somewhere in the back of your mind, you can hear a distant howl of your self-preservation instincts.

But the thing is.

You’re as mesmerized by this creature as it is by you.

It just seemed so sentient, its eyes so… intent.

And the closer you get to it, the more your fear dissipates.

And not only the immediate one, but the old and rusty one too, that felt like it was following you for months. Since the day your powers awakened, you realize suddenly.

“Maybe I've been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah”

“Hallelujah”

The creature gets on four paws before you.

“Hallelujah”

Takes a deep breath.

“Hallelujah”

Then another one.

“Hallelujah”

And then it lies down at your feet.

You're so shocked you think you might’ve messed up the order of the verses.

“Maybe there's a God above

And all I ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you”

You crouch in front of it and carefully extend your hand towards its… face?

“It's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah”

“Hallelujah”

Your first touch is feather-like, but when you're sure it doesn't want to bite your hand off, you gently stroke the top of its head.

“Hallelujah”

It closes its eyes and puts its head on its front paws.

“Hallelujah”

The forest is quiet once again and you look at the creature's calm form, just lying there like a big tired doggo.

Its skin starts to shift and bones start to rearrange themselves as you're watching the creature take a distinctly human shape. It takes you a good half a minute after it's done to realize that you know this human.

Shit.

***

Tyler

His consciousness returns slowly, all senses a bit muffled still. He’s in the forest, it’s dark and he doesn’t remember how he got here. Fuck.

After Thornhill's death, it feels like he lost all the control he had over the Hyde.

You've never had any control, he reminds himself sharply.

He takes a deep breath, recalling what his new therapist told him. You need to learn to reign in the Hyde on your terms, Tyler, not relearn what was forced on you. It will take time and patience. Be kind to yourself. Yeah, right.

“Umm, Tyler? You alright, dude?”

What?

“Oh shit, you’re like, butt-ass naked, oh my goodness.”

He opens his eyes and sees someone—presumably the owner of the voice—hastily pulling off a winter coat.

A girl?

She turns to look at him for only a second as she throws her coat in his direction and then turns her back to him once again.

Oh shit. He knows this face pretty well. He was shamelessly staring at it all morning.

“I swear I didn’t see anything and if I did I honestly can’t do anything about it because of my eidetic memory, but I promise I will never-” she starts rambling so fast he can barely understand what she’s saying.

“Y/n,” he asks, voice still hoarse. “Please stop talking.”

“Oh,” she pauses, “Sure sure sure, yeah. No problemo. Can totally do that, yeah.”

He gets up slowly and picks up the coat from the ground. He’s covered in dirt and the coat he picks up is light pink so he’ll probably mess it up, but he can’t just walk home naked like he did all those times before because he’s not alone now. Create new patterns for the Hyde to follow, Dr. Shin’s voice echoes in his head. Tyler doubts that’s what he meant when he said it, but whatever.

The coat thankfully is long enough to reach his knees, so he zips it up and tells y/n’s back: “Okay, I’m decent.”

She stops pacing and in mere seconds she’s in front of him, taking his face in her hands, presumably to check for any injuries. Her hands are warm and gentle and he can’t find anything to say, too shocked not only that she didn’t run but that her first concern is whether he is alright.

“You’re a bit dirty, but I don’t see any injuries, so I think you’ll live.” She carefully takes her hands off his face and awkwardly shoves them into the pockets of her jeans, like she doesn’t know where else to put ‘em.

“What happened? What are you doing here?” When he came to he was scared half to death he might’ve hurt her, but she seems unharmed and—what’s more baffling—unafraid, so now he’s just straight up confused.

“I was walking from Weems’ office and there was this cat- Wait a sec, you don’t remember what happened when you were all…” she imitates the claws with her hand, “rawr?”

“No.” Not anymore, not after Thornhill’s death. The thought that one of these days he might wake up in someone’s blood terrifies him.

“Oh.”

“What did you- How did you make me shift back?” Dr. Shin says he needs a point of contact with his human side that he can rely on to pull him out from the shift, but where the fuck is he supposed to find it if everyone he knows looks at him like he’s a ticking time bomb even when he’s perfectly human-looking.

“Ummm, I sang you Rufus Wainwright’s rendition of Hallelujah?” She says like she almost can’t believe it herself.

Tyler certainly can’t.

“You…sang to me?”

“Yeah, Rufus Wright’s rendition of Hallelujah, the one from Shrek, keep up, dude.”

He takes a breath to say something but the words do not come. He has no idea what to even say to that.

“Do you know how to get out of here?” She asks. “Cuz I kinda followed a cat here, so I don’t really know which way I came from.”

“Uhhh yeah, we need to keep to the northwest,” Tyler replies dumbly.

She looks at him unimpressed, “Babe, do I like a fucking girl scout to you? I don’t know what that means.”

And maybe it’s such a brazen use of that word that does it, or it’s that he’s only about 50% sure this is not some weird dream he’s having after eating too much sugar before bed, but he just grabs her hand and silently starts walking towards the dorms.

If she’s surprised by this turn of events, she doesn't show it, just goes with it like it’s the most normal thing on earth.

After a few minutes, she wrangles her hand so that their fingers intertwine and they’re like actually holding hands. Tyler feels his face heat up and hopes desperately that it won’t be visible in this cold.

“Could you slow down a bit please,” she asks, slightly out of breath. “I can’t keep up with you and if I keep breathing in cold air like an old asthmatic dog, I’ll get pneumonia.”

“I’m sorry,” Tyler says, slowing down a little.

They walk in silence for a while and Tyler expects her to start firing questions any second now but they can already see the outline of the main building in the distance and she still hasn’t asked.

“It’s called a Hyde. That thing you saw. No one knows for sure if I will ever be able to control it.”

“Hm,” she says thoughtfully, “You seemed pretty in control to me.”

He freezes. “What?”

“Like, when you were listening to me. It seemed like you didn’t want to scare me and one time you did, you backed off immediately.”

They keep walking, silent again.

When they reach the side of the main building, Tyler stops, letting go of her hand. “We’re here.”

“Cool, thanks for walking me back,” she says, smiling at him like it was just a cute little walk in the park.

He can’t take not understanding it.

“Why aren’t you freaked out?” He asks desperately. Something in him twists painfully like she just doesn’t understand. Like he’s deceiving her somehow, and he just needs to explain that he is a monster, he is dangerous, and then she’ll run from him like she’s supposed to. Like everyone else does.

But she doesn’t. She looks up at him curiously, and in the moonlight, her eyes seem so dark, so captivating, that he kind of forgets what was it he was asking her.

“You didn’t hurt me, didn’t even try to. That’s all I really need to know, Tyler.” She says calmly.

He just looks at her, not able to tear his eyes—or form a cohesive thought.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast. Save me a sit?” she asks softly like there’s some real possibility someone except her will want to sit with the local machiavellian monster.

“Sure,” is all he can really manage.

“Cool.” She says, then gets on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek. “Goodnight, Tyler.”

His cognitive functions decide to leave him at that moment so he doesn’t say anything, just stands there like one of the statues from Easter Island and watches her sneak into the dorm’s building.

***

Author’s note:  I hope characterization doesn't seem inconsistent, I'm just trying to highlight that how other characters see MC is not exactly how she really is. She presents a more collected picture that what's actually going on in her brain. I was a bit worried I overdid it in the forest scene, but in the end I decided that Tyler is too flustered himself to pick up on her little tells that she's freaking out, and after seeing him naked she's totally freaking out lol

[shewrites444]

brother's best friend [xavier plympton x reader smut]

inspired from ahs 1984. written all by me, enjoy ^_^

word count - 3.4k

[summary: the reader and xavier have had some unaddressed sexual tension that's been going on for months now, but it's all unleashed when chet, her older brother, invites the gang over for a sleepover.]

[warnings: only thing i can say is small age gap and risky sex in terms of exactly what the title says. nothing in particular, just smut.]

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the bedroom was dimly lit by a pink-tinted lamp, half the bedsheets sprawled across the floor and the other half caught on the ends of the firm mattress. xavier plympton yawned, reaching across the sleeping, hungover girl to grab his watch and checking the time, wondering when he'd have to fully wake up for his aerobics class at 7.

5:58 am. great, just in time.

he sighed lightly, pulling himself out of the bed and walking into the apartment bathroom, which was connected to the bedroom, grabbing his toothbrush and lightly running the faucet.

the same routine followed him nearly every weekend, and no matter how much of a flirt xavier bragged he was, this 80's hookup culture was getting old. sure, a good fuck was never something he'd pass up, but he wanted something more.

he craved a feeling of romantic validation, and one that led him to feel the unexplainable, yet most passionate feeling of them all: love. he hadn't felt love in any shape or form for years now, and he almost felt as if moving to LA may have been a mistake for not only his career, but his romantic life. that is, until he met her.

chet clancy's sister was smoking hot, and she didn't even know it. having the hots for his best friend's sister was probably not the best idea, but he'd never make a move anyway, so he figured it didn't really matter. she was years younger than him, fresh out of high school, while he could basically be considered a senior in college. while their age gap wasn't drastically different, he still knew that she was young and that chet was her only brother and sibling, so the whole little crush seemed to be thrown out the window with those two substantial and critical points.

nevertheless, xavier continued to fall harder for the girl. every time he came over to hang out with chet, he always made sure to greet her, and flirt with her, which he could visibly see she enjoyed, no matter how shy she pretended she was. he always made sure to do so when chet was either on the phone, in the bathroom, or doing something else to distract himself. xavier knew she wouldn't tell, which made his motives a whole lot easier.

he would envision his almost weekly hookups as the young girl, craving to touch her soft skin and linger his fingers through her thick hair, all the way to her perky breasts, and down to her bare cunt, which was already soaked for him and ready for a good dicking. he would get a heat in his pants just thinking about her and he didn't only want her for what he predicted would be the best sex of his life; he wanted her because he cared about her, and he always had, the minute their eyes locked so many months ago.

after all, not only was she utterly stunning in the looks department, but she was also fiercely intelligent for her age. she was accepted into columbia university, which was an extremely prestigious honor for anyone her age, and in LA. while there were thousands of smart young people in the city, she stood out from the crowd, and not only to xavier. plenty of guys had the hots for her, but she didn't really seem to notice, or care.

snapping himself out of his alternate reality with the girl, xavier began to toss his clothes on the white tile bathroom floor and walk towards the shower, starting the water up and beginning to wash off, preparing himself for his first class of the day.

after what felt like three hours instead of one, xavier grabbed a washcloth and dried his damp forehead, searching the aerobics room to find out where his friends went. montana, chet, and ray always attended his morning and evening classes, making sure they displayed their full support in his new career. he found it generous, and he intended to repay the group by inviting them to come counsel with him at camp redwood the following month, which was a newly opening camp, where he'd be making a lot of money within just a week of simply bossing around annoying little middle schoolers.

he greeted a few of the men and women that attended his class, before making his way out of the room to see the three standing by the living space talking, with a particular girl sitting aside her brother, dressed in a yellow bodysuit with tight white leggings underneath. he felt his stomach squirm at the sight, but he took a heavy breath in an attempt to keep his cool, walking towards his friends in a calm manner.

"thanks for coming once again, guys." he smirked, patting ray on the shoulder. he glanced to her, chuckling. "thought you weren't one for aerobics, doll. shouldn't you be spending some time planning your future at columbia, hm?"

[y/n] clancy looked up at xavier, her hands resting on her closed thighs as she shrugged softly, looking to chet with a soft smile. "what can i say, chet convinced me to come."

"she needs to get the hell out of the house for once in her life, so i figured this was a good opportunity." chet smiled, looking up to his friend. "and, i wanted us all to be together, so i could maybe invite you guys over for the night? my parents aren't home, and i have a fuckton of alcohol, and cocaine."

the group giggled with excitement, and montana raised her hand, motioning the attention towards herself.

"can i bring this chick named brooke? brooke thompson. met her a few days ago in this very lobby after one of her classes. she's new to the city, maybe we can get her some friends that aren't lame." she suggested with a smirk, chet instantly nodding with enthusiasm.

"hell yeah, i won't pass up having a new chick in the group. maybe this one will actually want to bone." he winked, causing [y/n] to gag in disgust.

"gross. so much for your newly found respect for women, chet." she rolled her eyes, earning a few laughs from the group. "well, you guys can have fun with that tonight. you know i need to finish my essay, chet, so don't be obnoxiously loud. even though i got accepted, they want another one for whatever reason i've got to decipher."

xavier raised his hand, "i object, [y/n]! you're gonna have fun for once in your life, and hang out with the cool kids tonight. can't stay cooped up in your room all summer. at least take a few shots and call it a night. loosen up, girl."

[y/n] stood up, grabbing her purse and rolling her eyes with a small smile on her face. "fine." she laughed lightly, nudging her brother's shoulder. "let's go home so i can sit in silence for a few hours before chaos erupts in our house."

"it'll be fun, [y/n]." ray smiled reassuringly, giving her a quick wink, which xavier immediately caught onto. he could feel the jealously boiling in his veins, but he chose to ignore it, and figured he'd one up the boy later in the night anyway.

a few hours passed before there was a knock at the front door, which chet opened to see montana and the new girl, brooke. she was fairly attractive, dressed in a pair of cotton pajamas, pattered with geometric shapes and a pink tint behind them, with her brown hair curled at the bottom, and a small sleeping bag in her right hand. [y/n] glanced at her from the kitchen table, quickly looking back down at her paper, trying to edit a few more of her sentences before montana raised the voice level from one to one thousand in a matter of minutes.

"you must be brooke." chet smiled, letting the girls in. "it's nice to meet you, glad you're staying over with us."

she gave him a smile, an obvious red tint to her cheeks as she nonchalantly admired the fit brunette boy.

"glad i have the honor of doing so." she giggled, walking in and shutting the wooden door behind her.

[y/n] was used to girls drooling all over her brother, so it was nothing new to her if this new girl did the same. she simply ignored it and closed her notebook, walking back to her bedroom to change into her pajamas, since this was a sleepover, after all.

she shut the door and locked it, slipping off her shorts and shirt, squatting down to grab a matching pajama set of shorts and a shirt, that was a plain purple. she set it on her bed and began to unclip her cotton bra, when she heard a light knock on her window. her eyebrow raised and she slowly walked over, peaking through the white curtains to see no other than xavier plympton. her eyes widened and she quickly pulled the curtains closed, startled by his behavior and the fact he just saw her in nothing but a cheap bra and panties, so not even the cute kind of undergarments..

"open up, [y/n]!" xavier yelled, loud enough for her to hear through the window. "i know you're in there!"

she was flabbergasted and completely embarrassed, but unlocked the window anyway, sliding it up for him to come through. she closed it after, leaning down to seal it shut, and move the curtains back to their original place.

xavier watched her ass jiggle with each step, licking his lips and grinning, crossing his lean arms. "i wasn't trying to scare you, [y/n]. i'm truly sorry, i didn't mean to come in on you half naked. but, would you want me to take that bra off for you, though?"

[y/n] turned to him with a rose-colored face, walking past him to grab her pajama shorts and slipping them on, shaking her head in a bit of annoyance, still deeply embarrassed by the situation unfolding before her. "x-xavier, what the hell?" she stuttered, unclipping her bra from behind, but facing the opposite way of the blonde, tossing it on the nightstand with frustration. "i don't know why you can't just come through the front door like a normal person, or at least through chet's windo-"

she suddenly gasped, feeling his warm palms slide across her waist and up to her breasts, her nipples already erect from just his presence in the room. as his fingers rubbed across the hard buds, she nearly melted at his touch, her ass pressed lightly against his forming erection.

"already?" he grinned, tugging at her left nipple, making her let out a moan. "i didn't expect you to give yourself away so easily, [y/n]. and not to your brother's best friend, either. how shallow." he teased, knowing it would get a fit out of her.

she pulled herself away in protest, clearly offended by his accusations. she grabbed the shirt and quickly slipped it on, looking up the blonde and rolling her brown eyes. "wow, xavier. fuck you."

"oh sweetheart, i will." he stuck his tongue out at the girl with a playful and flirtatious expression before winking, watching her eyes widen as he walked back to the window, opening it and climbing through. "and i'll use the front door now, too. thanks for the suggestion, doll."

she rolled her eyes, plumping down on the bed and wondering what the fuck just happened. xavier plympton, chet's best friend for months now, just felt her up, and literally said he was going to fuck her.

it's not like she wasn't excited about it, because she definitely was. the blonde was always attractive to her, even though he could act like a complete dick sometimes, and because of his personality, he honestly could simply be fucking with her. she knew it was wrong to do something like that anyway, considering how much it could hurt chet, and potentially damage both relationships.

she tried to snap those thoughts out of head, though, and simply focus on having fun for the night, without trying to get laid by the time the sun came up.

montana was already wasted within the first hour, and chet's eyes were as red as a tomato, his pupils extremely dilated from the amount of coke he snorted, which now caused the house to reek of drugs.

brooke didn't seem to be a fan of that type of scene, but she did have a few drinks, which appeared to have a negative effect on her, and make her already passed out on the couch by one in the morning. chet, on the other hand, seemed to like the new girl, so he was aside her, trying to pull her into his large arms, even though she was barely half awake.

xavier was completely sober, which was probably the strangest thing [y/n] witnessed all night. he was the last one up besides herself, and ray, who was on the sofa, nearly passed out after downing almost an entire bottle of tequila. the blonde boy got up to turn up the record player, basically muffling out any noise that was from the back rooms, one of those being [y/n]'s bedroom.

he glanced at her from the dining room table, motioning his head in the direction of her bedroom, which was down the small hallway. she slowly stood up, already feeling a pool in her underwear, which she figured she probably should have changed into something sexier, now that she knew xavier apparently was keeping his promise.

she walked behind him, nervously squeezing her sweating palms into a fist. she had sex several times before with ex-boyfriends, but never someone that older than her, and much more experienced than her. oh, and that close of a friend to her fucking brother.

xavier shut the door behind her, then before she could even speak, he slammed his lips against her own, which she greedily returned, feeling a rush of dominance within her as she led him to the bed.

"someone's a little feisty tonight, hmm?" xavier smirked, laying his back against the bed as he watched her pull off her shirt, exposing her small but perky breasts, nipples already swollen and hard for him. "i thought i was the one who said i would fuck you, kitten."

[y/n] grinned, shaking her head and pulling her shorts and underwear down at the same time, before climbing on top of the fully clothed boy. "oh, you are, but i'd like something first."

"and what is that, babe?" he asked, a smirk painted across his handsome face, watching as the girl straddled his heated body.

without an answer, [y/n] moved her entrance to his face, the blonde responding to her actions by digging his fingers into her ass cheeks, slamming her down on his mouth, as he began to tongue-fuck the hell out of her.

"h-holy shit!" she exclaimed, taken back by how rough he was being from the start. she put her hands against the tan wall, moaning loudly as she grinded her hips, her pussy dripping at his touch as he swirled her juices around with his tongue, which was moving around inside of her like a sex god.

his skills were far beyond her past experiences, and she knew she'd cum if he kept going any longer, even though he had only been underneath her for a minute or two. [y/n] pulled herself up, the boy asserting his dominance by pulling himself up and pinning her down, then lifting his arms to pull his shirt off, exposing his lightly toned abdomen that looked as if it was crafted by the greek gods.

he then stepped off the bed to pull his tented shorts and boxers down, exposing his wide, long length, which took [y/n] back by surprise. it looked like he was going to split her in half with how big he was, but she was so horny and so ready to take him inside her, she didn't give a single fuck what he did to her.

"i'll admit, your dominance turns me on, babe, but you know i'll always have the upper hand." xavier began, moving back onto the bed. he took her legs, quickly flipping her over, pushing her knees up so her ass was in the air, pointing directly at his length. "i'm going to fuck you so hard, baby girl. you have no clue how long i've wanted you to take my dick in that pretty pussy of yours."

[y/n] felt him rub his length against her juices, attempting to wet himself before he slid inside of her. she grinned, turning her head to try to make eye contact with him the best she could. "you have no clue how long i've wanted that big dick of yours in my pussy. you make my pussy drool, daddy."

"fuck baby, your words make me melt.." xavier rolled his head back in pleasure, a smile on his pink-tinted lips as he pushed inside of her, balls deep, earning a loud moan from the girl. "can you take daddy's big dick, hm?"

"l-like this, yes.." [y/n] buried her head into the pillow, closing her eyes as he sunk into her tight walls.

xavier grabbed her waist, pulling her up into a sitting position, his cock shoved deep inside of her, making the girl gasp in pleasure, and a bit of pain. he laid himself down, watching her knees plant against the mattress to get her herself situated.

"how about like this? let me do the work baby, and tell me to to stop if i'm hurting you." he said gently, beginning to buck his hips, watching [y/n]'s ass bounce as he pushed himself inside of her.

with every thrust, she was moaning louder and louder, earning a few grunts from the boy behind her, who was yanking her hair back with one hand, and the other reaching over to play with her over-stimulated clit. she was overridden with pleasure, both hands on her breasts and she played with her own nipples, beginning to move her own hips as they both bounced onto each other, the pressure of his massive length hitting her in the stomach, making her eventually squeal with immense pleasure, cumming all over xavier's cock. 

"fuck yeah, baby, ride out your high.." xavier praised, looking up at the girl now, watching as sweat rolled down her bare back. "you look so beautiful when you cum all over my cock."

xavier could feel her cum, and was also watching it drip through her ass cheeks, sending him over the edge and he let go of her clit and thick hair, slamming her down on his length and immediately cumming inside of her, filling the girl with his warm seed for several seconds, before letting go and letting her pull out, his white fluids, mixed with her own, leaking from her throbbing pussy.

"oh my god..." [y/n] panted, looking over to xavier as sweat rolled down his forehead. "you weren't lying when you said you'd fuck me hard.."

he turned on his side to face the naked girl, reaching over to kiss her softly. "i wouldn't be lying either if i said i was head over heels for you, babe. you make my dick hard, but you also make my stomach turn every time i see you. i've got the hots for you, [y/n], and it's not just in the bedroom."

she smiled, pulling his sweaty skin into a tight hug, pecking his cheek. "i feel the same way, xavier. but you know we can't just tell chet about how we feel, he'd never forgive either of us. you're his best friend, and i'm his little sister, who's also going away for college in two months." she frowned at the sudden reality, looking up to the blonde-headed boy.

"i know, i know." xavier said, moving one hand to brush through his hair. "it's all so complicated in more ways than one. i don't want you to be a hookup, babe. i want you as my girl, officially."

she pulled away from the embrace, moving to rest her hands underneath her pillow, her tits squeezing together, nipples still hard as a rock. "i want that too, but i don't want this to have to end after the summer.."

xavier leaned down to kiss her shoulder, then trailed down to her nipples, licking the right one, causing her to breath heavily through her nostrils. he looked back up to her, smiling.

"who ever said it has to?" he moved his hand to her still moist entrance, his digits sinking down into her lips, as his thumb rubbed her swollen clit. "but nevermind that for now, let's just have fun and quit worrying about the things we can't control."

she smirked, nodding and turning to lay on her back, feeling xavier sink his fingers into her, their lips crashing together once again.

[kittiwittebane]

PART 4 of ROLLERSKATES AND COUNCIL MEMBERS/BOYS

My guys, I’m sorry for the delay on the third part. Life hurts.

ANYWAYS

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Hunter breathed in. Glandus High School entered the halls of Hexside High. Glandus was a superior school, much more sophisticated and smart than Hexside. But there was one thing that Hexside had over Glandus.

The sport industry.

Hexside had some of the best sports players over all of the schools, so much so that private sporting schools have offered to take them in for scholarships. And this week was the annual Hexside VS Glandus sporting event. As the schools representative council president, Hunter introduces the other school to the newest looks of Hexside to the year sevens of the new year. This year, Glandus was confident they’d win the year seven sporting events, because of one student. This student goes by the name of Cheetah. His real name was Breygen. He was the sportiest person that Glandus High had. The reason for going by Cheetah was because he was extremely fast. Hexsides fastest person was Hunter. He just went by Hunter though.

“But what if I lose?” Hunter murmured. “What if I am not good enough?” the blonde boy put his head down. He’d seen Breygen run. He had rightfully earned the name ‘Cheetah’. He flopped against his locker in the boys locker room, slumping the ground. He quickly got up after hearing someone enter. It was the boy side of Boscha’s group. Hunter sighed exasperatedly. The boys entered, but Hunter avoided them.

“Did you see that Breygen guy run? He outran ALL of our contestants! They’re letting him enter other races!” One of them exclaimed.

“I heard he’s going in the all-out running race!” Another declared. Hunter shuddered. The thought of losing for the school after winning every race in his year up to now was horrible. He put his head in his hands.

“I think he’s faster than Hunter!” he recognised a voice. It was his only “friend”, Callum. His head shot up.

“Oh yeah, if Hunter embarrasses our school he’s going to know about it.” Xavier hissed. “He’s fast, but he’s pretty weak. You can’t have both.”

“Didn’t he dislocate your girlfriend’s jaw?” Callum asked. He heard Xavier shove something against the lockers.

“Just because he did, doesn’t mean he is strong! He is a weakling! Have you seen how malnourished that boy looks? Boscha should have been council president, not him.” Xavier hissed. Though he could not see, he could hear choking sounds. Spluttering and coughing.

“Let him go, Xavier.” One of the other boys said. A grunt came from Xavier before he dropped Callum. Callum breathed in heavily, making up for lost air as the other boys walked to their lockers. Hunter walked around the lockers, walking out as fast as he could, hiding his face even though he was recognisable by his yellow suit.

———————

Hunter changed into his running clothes, and took one of the breathing exercises Willow had taught him. He sighed and walked out into the field. He saw the people he was up against. Marcus from Glandus, Apollo from Hexside, Javier from Hexside, Lucky from Glandus, Bo from Glandus and of course, Breygen from Glandus. He knew that Breygen was his only real competitor. The others he could beat easily. He looked over at the bleachers, and he could see Willow looking proud. He beamed at her and he felt like his face was already red. To his surprise, Raine was in the crowd. Raine had said they’d come but Hunter hadn’t actually expected them to come. He hoped he could win this. Maybe Belos would be proud of him…

For once…

Hunter lined up on the field, readying for the 800m all-out race.

(For those who don’t know, an all-out race is where everyone, no matter what year or age can enter.)

He steadied in the lineup position, and when the whistle blew, he ran. Swiftly, he made it to 100m far in front of everyone, even Cheetah.

Everyone said he was fast. Hunter thought. Why is he behind everyone?

At the 300m mark Hunter began to lose his breath. And by the 600m mark he was exhausted. But he kept going. That’s when it happened. Breygen, formerly at least 100m behind everyone sped up. He passed Hunter and the blonde boy gasped in surprise. Hunter gathered all of the energy he had and was tying with Breygen. Breygen however, had more energy than he did. Breygen crossed the finish line before Hunter did and everyone went wild.

Hunter congratulated Breygen and found out that Breygen was in fact pretty nice.

“Hey, uh.. congrats.” Hunter scratched the back of his head as he spoke to Breygen. Breygen smiled at him.

“Nice doin’ a race a’ainst ya.” Breygen put out his hand to shake Hunter, who was more focused on Breygens accent than anything else. He didn’t seem to pronounce the letter ‘g’. He shook Breygens hand and smiled.

“You are the first person to beat me.” Hunter smiled kindly. Breygen smiled back and Hunter swore he saw a flicker of a smirk in the expression. He shook his head. He’d lost the race.

——————

*End of the school day*

Hunter packed up his things and Willow came running up to him.

“You were amazing today!!” She hugged him and he went red.

“MhmmHmmM thAnks.” Hunter wanted to smack himself as the biggest voice crack of all time slipped into his speech.

“I didn’t win though.” Hunter said. Willow snorted.

“I don’t care, you were amazing and you aren’t going to convince me otherwise.” She stated firmly. Hunter chuckled at her. She felt her heart beat fast, delighted to have been responsible for Hunter being happy. Hunter’s happy face quickly changed.

“Belos…” he mumbled subconsciously. Willow’s interest sparked at the mention of the mayor of Bonesborough.

“What about him?” She asked him. He didn’t respond. His heart started to beat rapidly, and things began to run through his mind.

—

Belos tugged on Hunter’s earring.

“That hurt!” Hunter cried.

“Crying is for weaklings!” Belos yelled, ripping the earring out. Hunter cried out in pain, using his hand to wipe blood from his freshly nicked ear.

—

“I promise I can do better-“ Hunter started before Belos stuck a butcher’s knife into Hunter’s right cheek. Hunter once again, cried out in pain. Blood dripped from the wound, not a slice but a skinning. A small section of his right cheek had been skinned and sliced.

“DO BETTER?!” Belos screeched. “DON’T FAIL IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

—

Then Hunter imagined how things would go.

—

“Uncle, I won all the gold medals in running except for this one, please don’t hurt me!”

…… and then silence……

“You weren’t supposed to fail……”

—

Hunter closed his eyes, not wanting to know what he thought would come next.

“Hunter??” Willow worriedly shook the boy, who was stuck in his mind.

“No!” He said out loud.

“Hunter, talk to me!” Willow wailed. “You’re scaring me!”

Hunter snapped back to reality, tears streaming down his face. He looked at Willow, and broke down. She hugged him tightly.

“Everything is ok. Everything is going to be okay. Whatever it is, it will be ok.” She murmured into his ear. Such calming words she spoke, yet Hunter could not get himself to believe such a thing. For he knew it would be ok. He would not be ok. Nothing would be ok. Suddenly the loudspeakers announced something.

“Students of Hexside and Glandus. As you all may know, the winner of the 800m all-out race was Breygen from Glandus.”

Was……?

“However, a student caught him drinking a performance enhancing substance, yet to be identified. He had been stripped of all of his medals. The winner of the all-out race is now our own president of the SRC, Hunter Wittebane!” The entire hallway looked at him, and cheered. He laughed in his pool of tears, that of which had been overtaken by tears of happiness. Willow had magical words. She was right. It was going to be ok.

—————

Willow had decided to walk him home.

“Thank you for being my friend.” Hunter looked at Willow with admiration. She looked back at him.

“Anyday.” She grinned. He stopped, gazing into her eyes. Her emerald green eyes locked with his, and his former plan to tell her to let him walk alone from here was abandoned as a new one took over:

Don’t embarrass yourself.

Willow breathed out, and tightened her hands.

“Any time.” She murmured. He just watched her breathe, the rise and fall of her chest somewhat calming. Her presence, in fact, was calming. Just being with her.. was calming. Like he could do no wrong. Like no one could hurt him. Like he was safe…

“I’d better go now.” He said, breaking the silence between them. She looked at him hopefully, like she was waiting for something. Something then sparkled in her eyes. A sparkle he had seen before. Many times. But he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“You ok?” He asked. She nodded, smirking.

“You’re just so cute when you care about me.”

Hunter went redder than Amity.

“WhAt?” He asked, his voice deciding to crack again. Right in front of her.

“I said, you’re cute.” She repeated. “You’ve heard me compliment you before.” She giggled. She gave him a flirty look. “Never been called cute before?” She raised an eyebrow. Hunter just froze. She’d done this before. A couple of times. But this felt different. Together. Alone. He could so easily just..

He coughed awkwardly, unsure of how to react. Willow seemed very pleased with the reaction. She ran her finger across his scar.

“Well?” She asked.

“nO.” Hunter squeaked. Willow got onto her tiptoes and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. He couldn’t formulate a sentence after that.

“I have- uh a go home I huh hehe.” Is what he managed to say.

“Why don’t I walk you there?” Willow asked. Hunter looked loopy.

“Hehe ok.” He said not really sure what he was agreeing to.

PART 5 OR NOT LIKE THAT WILL BE AN ASK-OUT DATING ONE I THINK >:3

[billybennet]

Literal Monster

Yasper Lennov x reader

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

Masterlist

-2006-

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

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

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

“Y/N, c’mon, they're…”

“Popular?”

“No,” Zoë denies.

“Bitches?”

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

“Whatever,” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeahhh!” the two pretend to be excited.

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

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

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

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

“Okay and?” you deflate a little. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yasper,” you smile at him. 

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

“Good,” you nod. 

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

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

“It's not all bad though, is it?”

“No-”

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

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

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

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

Inside you headed back to the kitchen and found Chelsea. 

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

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

Chelsea visibly relaxes, “You think?”

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

“Bitches?”

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

“Thank Y/N…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.”

“Yeah, me and Eugene split up.”

“Well, are you gonna go solo?”

“Obviously!”

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

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

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

“Aniq,” you hear from behind you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-2020-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Xavier-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-2021-

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

“I’m not cool,” you protest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What calls?”

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

“That son of a bitch.”

“I beg your pardon?” Yasper asks.

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N! Y/N!” Xavier tries again. 

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

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

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

“Yeah, okay,” he says quietly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No thank you,” you smile. 

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

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

“Shit,” she looks down at it mesmerized. 

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

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

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

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

“Okay well can you drive Chelsea home?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you question.

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

“Okay, and?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N-” Yasper protests. 

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

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

-Danner-

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug, “I’d have no idea.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me? What?” he laughs. 

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

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

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

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

“Kill him?” Yasper asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys don’t understand…” Yasper starts. “You all have your own stories, right? B-but Xavier, he owed me everything, I gave him his career, I gave him his name. I gave him his name, you remember that?” he asks Aniq, who frowns at his friend, “And he still wanted to screw me over, w-with the music, with Y/N! I should have been the star, I should have been the successful one. I was the one that was supposed to be famous!” Yasper speaks, slowly walking across the room, he begins to ramble, “And there’s one thing that you guys didn’t think about,” he looks at you briefly, before turning quickly and running for the door. Culp catches him easily as he tries to open the very heavy glass door. 

You sigh, and Zoë approaches, opening her arms for you to embrace her in a much needed hug. “I’m sorry,” she says, softly directing your gaze away from the sight of Yasper being arrested. You give her a tight-lipped smile. 

Bonus (spoilers for season 2): 

A year later, you found yourself wrapped up in another murder investigation, having been invited to Zoë’s little sister’s wedding. Thankfully, the groom had been killed on accident, unthankfully, the culprit was Zoë’s uncle.

You, Danner, Aniq, and Zoë all sat at a table on the front porch. “So, Y/N, how’s Yasper?” Danner asks, causing you to freeze. 

“What is she talking about?” Zoë questions, leaning forward from beside you to look in your eyes. You turn your head, only to be met with Aniq’s gaze. 

“She didn’t tell you?” Danner asks, your eyes flick up at hers in an attempt to quiet her.

“She told me she was getting letters from him… But you told the prison to stop sending them… Right?” Zoë asks sternly.

Danner laughs, “Uh uh, no she did not.” You glare at her.

“What?”

“I tried to-,” you start, turning to your friend, grabbing her hands in yours, “But the request didn’t go through I guess, and I never tried again…” You look down at your hands.

“But you throw them out, right? That’s what I did, and he stopped sending them, eventually,” Aniq pipes up.

You continue to stare at your hands guiltily. 

“You kept every single one, haven’t you?” Danner asks, clicking her tongue.

You look up at Zoë, who gapes at you, “Y/N, he killed someone.”

“Yeah, Xavier,” you mutter. 

The three stare in shock as you get up and leave. 

[jonogueirawrites]

The in-between.

Chapter 8 of 20 (?).

Chapter 1.

Et arcanum reveletur. 

AO3

Latin translated at the end.

I do not know Latin. It all comes from google translate, sorry!

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When their high ended, Xavier made sure she was okay. Helping her to clean her clothes and hair from the leaves. He gave her his t-shirt so she could clean herself. And while she did so, he noticed the dagger on the ground. 

"Evangeline." He held her hand and waited for her to look at him. "About what happened with the boy-" 

She averted her gaze before interrupting him. "You don't understand, Xavier." 

"I do. You were defending yourself." 

Evangeline closed her eyes and scoffed. "Do you want to know what the real problem is?" He nodded in answer. "I enjoyed it. I liked the feeling of his blood on me. Seeing his life flee him was better than anything I had tasted." 

Xavier was surprised. His brows furrowed, and he took a second to process her words. 

"I'm dangerous, Xavier. Stay away."  

She kissed him and turned to leave, but he held her wrist. "You said you let loose." 

"What are you…." Her eyes roamed his face. Trying to find a clue as to where he was going.  

"You did. It means you were holding something back." He rested one of his hands on her neck. "It wasn't you, Evangeline. You would never do that." 

"You're wrong. It was me, Xavier. Don't try to come up with excuses." 

"Evangeline, listen to me, please." 

"You don't understand. Right now. If I close my eyes, I can feel his touch, his blood. And a wave of pleasure courses through me. I don't regret killing him. I regret the consequences of my actions." 

"Look." He swept his face trying to understand. "Let's get back to Nevermore and talk about it." 

"Tomorrow, we'll go back to our houses. I hope you take this time to forget about me." 

"I can't." 

"Do it for me. If you have any feelings for me like you claim to, you'll do it for me." 

"I am in love with you, Evangeline." 

"Then forget about me." She turned to leave, and he held her again. "Xavier, please." 

Although he didn't want to, he loosed his fingers and let her go. He let her get lost into the night, taking her warmth with her. 

It was cold. Too cold. 

~~~~~ 

He couldn't sleep. Who could blame him? His mind kept returning to her. And to his own surprise, it wasn't the kisses, her hands on him, her shaking legs around him. It was her words that kept popping into his head. 

She could say whatever she wanted, but Xavier knew she wasn't evil. In her words, she said she had let loose, which to him, she became something else… wasn't that exactly the same thing happening? Wasn't she becoming something else right at that moment? 

Different personalities, dispositions, and thinking? She would have already done it if she were to hurt him or anyone else. No, something else he couldn't see was at play. He remembered the paintings and warnings.  

A raven and a Tall Man with too many teeth in his mouth. A smile too white. They fought over something. The Tall Man won. 

Two winged figures battled over Evangeline, but she died in the end.  

What was the relation between them? What was his role in all of this? 

And the dagger? Why was her dagger in his dreams?

He rolled on his bed. Knowing he couldn't sleep, he started to pack his things. 

——————————————————————————

Evangeline turned the shower off. The cold water did nothing to calm her. Going to her room, she changed her clothes and stared at her luggage. As soon as they get here, I'll go home. I'll be safe. 

But would she ever truly be? 

She believed so. Being close to her family meant never putting them in danger. Again. 

Through the window, the voices of families filled her room. Hers would arrive shortly, so it would be wise to get what she could carry with her. Arriving at the quad, she heard the laughter and conversation all around her. Her eyes looking through the crowd to find her parents. It was Xavier on the balcony that she saw first, though. 

"There she is." A voice on the balcony across from Xavier caught her attention. A tall man with golden hair and eyes addressed her. "Took you long enough, Sis." When he vaulted over the rail, Evangeline closed her eyes. When he landed like a cat, all eyes were on him. "Did anything interesting happen around here?" 

She tilted her head at him, refusing to answer. "Such an attention whore, Nathanael."  

"He is your father's son," Daniel remarked behind her. She hugged him and he headed to her dorm to take her remaining things. 

"Where's mother and father? The twins?" She hugged her brother. By now, people were starting to resume their conversations. 

"Somewhere." He answered her, already walking away. 

She glanced at Xavier again, giving him a shy smile. She made to follow her brother but a commotion to her side made her stop. 

Two little children entered the quad, running around. Their laughter loud enough to get everyone's attention. The second their eyes landed on her, a screech left their lips. "Evangeline!" They yelled in unison, running her way and each grabbing a leg.  

"Alastor," she kissed the little boy's cheek, "Alecto." The little girl giggled when Evangeline kissed her forehead. She ran her fingers through their black hair and down their arms. 

"I see the twins found you already." The man was an older version of Nathanael. His straight blonde hair reached beyond his shoulders, and his eyes shone like the sun. His voice was grave. Commanding everyone's attention. 

The woman by his side was his complete opposite. Her hair was pitch black and barely touched her shoulders. Her eyes were as dark as they could be. A trait the twins glued to Evangeline also had. 

"Father." She bowed at him. "Mother." Another bow the twins mirrored in mockery. 

"How many times must I tell you not to do that." Her mother's voice sweet. Enrapturing all around. "Come here." She smiled at Evangeline. 

She did as she was told and gave both a tight hug. "I missed you." 

"We missed you too." Her mother still had her in her arms. 

"I'm ready to go." She went back to get the bag she had left on the floor. 

Her brother sat on the table beside their parents and rested his foot on the bench. "Take all the time you need." He rolled his eyes. 

Evangeline was about to turn around and flip him when she felt gentle fingers curl around her wrist. "Could we talk before you go?" 

She looked at Xavier. There was sadness in his eyes. "Xavier…" She closed her eyes. "This is not the best time. You should go." 

"Just a minute. Give me a minute, and I'll never speak to you again if you don't want me to." 

"She doesn't even want to speak to you now, boy." Her brother's voice traveled across the quad. He still sat on the table. His hands in his pockets. A dangerous look in his eyes. 

Evangeline knew well what it meant and tried to get Xavier to back off before things escalated. Her brother and father were known for being overly protective and short-tempered. 

"I need to go." She stepped forward, but his fingers were still around her wrist.  

"Please," was the single word he said before letting her go. 

Evangeline's heart started to beat faster when her brother stood from the table. The look on her father's face equally concerning. "I have to go." 

She turned to walk to her family, but her brother's words doomed her quick escape plan. 

"What's your name again, boy?" 

"Nathanael." She warned him, but her words fell on deaf ears. 

"I'm just looking out for my little sister." He talked to her, but his eyes remained on Xavier. "So?" 

"Xavier." Evangeline was surprised to hear the calm in his voice. Most people would be far away by now. "It's nice to meet you." 

"It's a shame I can't say the same." 

It was their mother who warned him this time. "Stop." 

"Your mother is right, Nathanael. Let this go. We'll talk on the way home." Her father held his wife by the waist. 

“Odor eius super eam est.” At the end of her brother's words, her father's head snapped at Xavier. "It doesn't seem she is happy about it." 

"Stop being dramatic, Nathanael. It's none of your business." Evangeline dropped the bag on the floor. 

"No, your brother's right, Evangeline." Her father rarely called her by her name.  

She turned and walked up to Xavier. "You should go. Now." She made sure he understood the urgency of her order. 

Xavier nodded. With a last longing look at her, he turned and went up the stairs. 

Her brother wasn't ready to let go. "Where do you think you're going? We're not done here." A sword materialized in his hand. A smile on his lips. 

"Nathanael." Evangeline and her parents spoke in unison. The twins giggling at the broken water fountain. 

"Pater!" He looked at their parents. 

His father shook his head. "No dead languages." 

Nathanael turned his head, and his eyes fell on Xavier, who walked along the balcony. His grip on his sword tightening, but when he took a step forward, his father stood in front of him. Blocking his passage. 

Gasps and little squeaks filled the quad. Evangeline hid her face behind her fingers, praying for it to be a dream. 

Her father had his own sword in hand. He floated in the air with his golden wings opened and on display. The sun reflecting on the feathers landing its shine for them to glow. 

"An angel?" Someone question whispered. A murmur started to spread. 

"Pater, quaeso." Nathanael own wings open. As beautiful as his father's. "Mementote." 

"I said no dead languages." Her father had that look on his face. One his children knew not to challenge. 

The twins flew into the air. "We didn't know we could show them our wings!" They happily zoomed around. But their wings… 

"Stop." Her mother's voice traveled like fire. Her wings too open. Like the twins', hers was as black as her hair. Unlike the children's, black tar fell from the tips of her feathers.  

Evangeline did her best not to cry. She took deep breaths and let them out slowly. When murmurs of demons reached her, she cried. Black tears smearing her face.  

"I'm sorry, Megaera." Her father tried to appease his wife's worries.  

"Can't you see what you are doing to Evangeline, Raphael?" 

Her father looked at her. She saw regret in his eyes. "I'm sorry, little angel." 

"So that's it?" Her brother asked. "You'll do nothing?" 

"Nathanael." The sword in her father's hand was lifted in the air. A clear warning. 

"Father!" He puffed his chest in defiance. 

"Enough!" It was Evangeline's turn.  

"Fuck," was her brother's words when he looked at her. 

Evangeline's wings started to materialize. The golden tips contrasting with the black feathers. The roots of her brown hair turning black. When she looked up at him, the blackness in her eyes made Nathanael shiver. From the wings, golden droplets fell. In their wake, small plants surged only to become ashes.  

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Xavier watched the scene in front of him, filled with bewilderment. His brain couldn't believe his eyes when they showed their true forms and became angels. When her mother and younger brother became demons, all the surprise turned to concern. 

But when Evangeline showed her true form, he stopped breathing.  

I'm dangerous. Her words echoing in his mind.  

His second dream started to make sense. Her two sides battled to take over. Fighting to be the only one. And it seemed to him she was bound to lose her balance. I'm dangerous. 

One part of the mystery he had solved. But who was the Tall Man in his dreams? 

His eyes met hers. There was sorrow in hers and worry in his. He took a step to get to her. Hug her and say he was by her side. That everything was going to be okay, but she averted his gaze. She flapped her wings and, in an instant, was gone. Her family going with her. 

He was brought back to the present when two words were spoken by his side, "an In-between." 

Latin translation.

Et arcanum reveletur - And the secret is revealed.

Odor eius super eam est = His scent is over her.

Pater! = Father!

Pater, quaeso. = Father please.

Mementote. = Remember.

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[moghedien]

I’ve said this before but the original X-Men First Class comics are kinda boring and feel pointless but I still regularly think about the Jean/Wanda issue because it’s just like Jean being utterly devoted to Wanda and going absolutely feral to protect her

Like they’re on a little ice skating date and when Jean is in the bathroom, Natasha shows up and low key kidnaps Wanda to try to recruit her to SHIELD and it’s made pretty clear that Wanda is fine and doesn’t even seem to feel worried about her situation, but the SECOND Jean realizes she’s gone she’s calls Xavier and is like “Wanda has been gone for three minutes. Scan the entire continent for mutant activity. Send me the team and your private jet.” And he does and so when Jean finds them because they are like at most ten minutes away, she skydives into a crowded area (on Warren’s back because she made him do it) and is like ready to fight the Black Widow for Wanda Maximoff without even waiting for an explanation

But then Jean, Wanda, and Natasha get kidnapped by Hydra and the Hydra goons are doing the “if you defeat one of us, two more will rise to take they’re place” and so Jean just starts immediately beating guys and is like “IM READY FOR THE TWO MORE” because she’s just like unquestioningly ready to beat people for Wanda

And this issue takes place after there had been multiple mini comics of Jean taking Wanda on little dates after Wanda left the Brotherhood, so that Wanda can have friends and learn how to be a normal teen and have clothes and whatnot. They also go out together and fight crime on their own so that Wanda can be a hero and not a bad guy, and it’s just incredibly cute and I love this dynamic and these mostly mediocre comics are like one of the only places it exists

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Old oc quotes

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"Wait! When did you get kidnapped by terrorists! Why did we never Talk about Obidah sooner! I could have prevented this Tony, why didn't you say anything!"

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What do you mean you almost Died of metal poisoning!

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"Just what is Red planing that involves a Kimono?"

"I don't know. Do you think it has anything to do with her plans to rob FedEx."

"No. She borowed Tonys sweater for that."

"I don't know what she has planed for today, and I don't want to know."

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Well it involves Reasons why Hydra should not use FedEx. A mision to Japan to shoot raccons, learn Japanese, and catch up to the twentith centry, and hiring Tony a bodyguard that is around as more of a full time.

Also giving the poor guy some space to reajust without being crowded by either side.

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Unless the clothing has some noteworthy reason to stand out, I'm probably not going to describe it.

"You know what, I really like Lucy's jeans. I mean who else do you know owns red bellbottom jeans."

"Ok. That's going to be a hard chrismas present to get."

"No No. We won't have to do that. The reason I'm bringing this up to you, is beacuse I'm planing to steal them, and I'll need your help with that. "

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Desmond Miles is sick of everyone's shinanagains. And yet resinged

That's it, someday Desmond will adopt eagles! Or more, the eagles will adopt him. And he will curse, and blame Red, and start takeing classes on falconery

Holy shit yes,  Desmond with cross arms un the middle if a room filled with eagles surrounding him on all sides

Jacob Fyre is one of the two assassins in syndicate, and he starts a gang called the Rooks.

He's a lot more intrested in fistfighting more then this stealthy assassian stuff, much to his twin Evies annoyance, and though I had always intended them to meet (I had a draft where Red occasionally looks after them when they were younger) it's clear now Jacobs desire to lead a gang, was strengthened by Red and her accidently addopting things tendency.

Haha, n8ce on the adopting.  

Tony picked up her tendacy to adopt things, except he adopts people.

Desmond is woried one day he will get an urge to adopt eagles or something. And train them to steal wallets. Clearly her need to adopt things can be passed on, and since he is around her so often, he one day might pick up stealing.

Yes, the world needs to hear about the genius of the catbonells

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Red first met Tony as a kid, a bit after she revived bodyguard training. Maria introduced him as your Principal, and knew about how to properly do this, beacuse in her past (and Reds future) red was hers for awile, and further down reds future, she protected her parents for a short time, and preseumably told them.

Red is bodygaurd for at least four familys, in diffrent time periods, and she is fond of bodyguard work, beacuse the principals are rich, so provide good and whatnot, some of them have been friends from a young age, like for one she has on off, helped raise, though not as much as the official first bodyguard Alba who has been around Amanda from birth, and was Reds first principal. Alba considers bodygaurding serious buisness, and is kind of like a faimly retainer. And Red is sort of this accidently, but likes the job, and is friends with the principal. As she met Tony the youngest of his faimly, and has known him the longest, they are close friends. Or she is that second cousain, that no body talks about, and comes over anyways.

I think the first party happened when Tony was thirteen, and they met when he was eight.

The first meetings I wrote earlier are AU, beacuse they didn't really work.

Maria and Tony have Spanish ancestry, btw.  Like Xavier Carbonell the artist.

Red gets to make sure dogs get well taken care of. Sometimes to destress, she goes to visit the shelter ( which ridiculously spoils the dogs, and also provides work and training to those who need it, which is why Tony counts or as philandriphist activity, beacuse it's in his name, so he has to talk about it sometimes) and just play  with dogs. And check how they are running the place.

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Yah, Red isn't as bad on friends. And Tony let's her have a lot of freeway with money anyways, being a timetravler is great for investing in stock. That she used some of the money on philanthropist projects like all the dog shelter/homes She starts, and hired practicly homeless people and whatnot to run it.

She loves dogs. She wants to adopt like every dog. Tonys like, so long as I can make robots, I don't really care.

Desmond facepalms whenever this tendancy pops up.

"All of your friends look after your various dogs. And then there's Tony. This is a tad ridiclous."

She was Robing FedEx for the same reason for  why Hydra should not use FedEx. She found the correct package.  She decided Tony needed a more permeant bodyguard.

I do sometimes dance. I think running might also help, if this urge didn't hit me at times like 10:30 pm.

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I kove that . I just really love Red right now. Haha, nice Red disguised as younger Tony, in a party full of investors and what not. Does Maria notice this? Like she makes a game out of it if she can get red to break character. A bored genius is a dangerous one

No, problems on this side either. Nist of them tend to rationalize it as I will need this, they don't anymore .

Guess i gotta keeo an eye out for my stuff around Red then lol .

I haven't.  I have heard of it by whisperes post in tumbkr with Canada. That sounds good, i hope to try one if i ever see a Tim Hortons

Have you walked it out or i dunno uh i tend to dance a butchered version of ballet if i get restless. Music tends to help but it just makes it worse on my part 

I eanna try that. Stop making me hungry for food  xD

Oh, Maria does what bored guiness mothers do. Start telling embarasing Tony stories, to see how Red can get out of that while reasonably staying in character. Of course Maria noticed, Red has done that for her too. Not that Red knew that yet, but she does catch on to Maria noticing her.

I think she has dressed up and impersonated Tony to be a decoy for something when they were younger. It could have been for something dangrous just as easily as it could have been a borring event he didn't want to attend.

She does impressions and impersonated people all the time, but the voice can't sound exact. Just very good. She has attention to details, but rarely history.

"I don't know Desmond, what happened in 2012."

"That was the year I got kidnapped. You know, the year we were almost destroyed by the sun."

"I knew that. Someone was saying something about a present or something. Whatever."

If it's not relevant , she dosent really care.

Yah, I tend to find most of my characters at the very least seem to be corpse robbers.

Red is a shameless pickpocket.

"Hey Desmond. Today, some guy named David Johnson will be paying for lunch with his credit card. So for today, your David, K"

"Damnit Red, when did you nab that. "

"Common David! Lets go to Applebees."

Have you ever been to Tim Hortans. I'm aware that an American company owns it now (to which I am a little offended by) and there might be some around down there . If so, have you ever tried a creamy maple chill? Its super sweet, and rich, but I kind of like it.

Yah, but that's the thing. I'm haveing trouble sitting still. Its figitty. I sit and I need to get up again.

I found out today that pizza ghetti (spaghetti pizza) is a thing in Quebec (and some other proviances, but mostly Quebec).

Yah, she finds running past a fight and pickpockiting the opponents the most useful skill out there. It requires her looking and figuring out what's in their pockets first, but that's always helpful. Swipe and run.

She does do a lot of stealing. Still, various people in her life are giving her limits on what is appropriate to steal when.

Any guesses as to why she needed Tonys sweater?

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And then I imagined Red being like

"Hey Tony, I need to go Rob  FedEx , and I'm borrowing your sweater. Be back in a few days."

Tony: "...? Ok?"

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Yes, Just him and Bucky, not breaking hearts, but messing with Germans by deploying the ghost army.

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I like to try to get Red to meet people she will friendship, though some people she just can't help but dislike. Then there are neutrals. And of course, there are some people she just hates. And the sun. The sun is on that list most days.

Ahh, yes I can see them clashing over that. But wouldn't that make it funnier if he gave one of the shovel talks?

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Maybe. I think I want to do that digitally though, so I might wait untill Monday where I have access to Adobe illustrator at school.

Red, would probably not be traditionally pretty, she has a lot of scars, which stand out more with the pale skin. But beyond that, Mars would probably fix her nose and whatnot if it broke. They want her in the best condition, and it includes inocculating her against any desiease they can think of, to prevent her from accidently starting a plague sometime.

Of course it's not out of alterism. They have use for her fighting skills.

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Red originally was a much darker blond. But then I realised, she wouldn't complain about sunburn so often. She takes after her dad in colouring and her mom or mixed in features.

Well, that and I wanted her to stand out. That way she does want to learn disguises more, and enjoys the sun barrier the skin colouring of the diguise out teaches.

I haven't come up with a name for it yet, but I have a concept of something that you would use for disguise that can change your skin colour. It will give you sun, and will show tan if you have been out awile, or even sun burn in appropriate skin types. It washed off with its counter and not even water will get rid of it. Red, pretends to have darker skin then she does, as it covers up as her tattoos and scars, unless she adds some, and it lessens her chances of getting burnt by the sun.

Red is pale. Pale skin (that everything shows up well on) pale blonde hair, light grey eyes.

Though sometimes I'm tempted to have them dark grey for contrast.

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She has killed a lot of people, and dosent usually feel to upset about that. She had trouble seeing what was wrong about teaching a seven year old to use a gun, and is more upset at Lenas distress then the fact that Lena killed someone.

She gets that first kill can be distressing, but puts Lenas life over Damions and would have done the same thing If she had been at the house. She was 'killed' by a convieance store robber, and is glad Lenas home invasion has a diffrent outcome.

So she empathisises with Lena, but dosent quite think she would change it, unless she could have had Lena out of the house and avoid the whole thing.

And some people tell her that she should learn dillomacy, that she should prevent loss of life, and others praise her for being an exclent accident specilist.

She's kind of confused about the whole thing, as a teen really.

"Did you forget? I'm a terrible person. This will be no problem for me. "

With age, she kind of finds a sort of ballance, but still finds the killing tabo thing a tad strange. So long as it's on appropraite targets , and clean kills, she dosent quite get the deal.

She's trying to get better at diplomacy and negotiation.

She's going for break their arm if they attack, when asked.

Its getting a little easier to do it without being asked, but she still needs reminders sometimes.

Her head is a strange place

And she's also selfish. I don't know you, I wouldn't do that for a stranger. But then she goes into a house on fire, beacuse the person is still alive, and probably won't die if I do this now.

But she will kill a lot of people to keep her friends safe, and society has strange morals about that.

She doesn't quite have a normal moral compas

Have i ever mentioned lately how much i really love Red?

It might take her quite a bit to feel that way about herself

She puts her friends as a value higher then her.

Beacuse if they die, she will lose them, where she has been comeing back from the worst hits since she was eight (I think)

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Red is also not that big on being touched. Neither is Tony. Red would prefer to initiate contact, then be surprised by it. At times she's not sure if a hug is needed and just hovers awkwardly around, and resist the urge to stiffen up if they do hug her. They should hug, but both of them are ridiclous people like that, and that's what Desmond is around for. "Serriously you guys, hug. "

She would pick kid Tony up for a piggyback if he asked. Or carry him if needed.

Does picking him up, and carrying kid Tony to a private place to cry help, and tell him about, something mundane, like how to tell good fruit from bad. She wouldn't shove him off if he curled in, but they would be talking, or end up working on something.

If I had to make a music video for tony, I would go with one of Bo Burnhams finales. Like "We think we know you."

As adults they would probably go and play video games. And talk. And sit on the couch, and stop being Tony and Red, and be pokemon fans. And have something in the tv. Other days they would play Bioshock or something but bad days are no weapons games, and this way they can be competitive and distracted from lifes problems.

Body swap from the same story I showed earlier has Darcy and Tony , senses, and self care. That's probably a bad way to explain it but, I think I need that now

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Even though there are a lot of things about Tonys personal quirks that probably means I wouldn't get along with Tony, I like his character. I get some of the things about his character in my own way. Tony is an artist who grew up in the spotlight. If left alone he would probably just sit in his lab and make things. And get hyperfoccused and not eat. I admire his ambition.

The thing I find about being any kind of celebrity is that the media builds them up to tear them down.

Tonys work will get imeadite attention, and he is praised to the skies for his sucess, and dragged down for his failures.

He decided, these weapons are my mistake, and I will fic this.

The world looks up to him, and he is under so much pressure to deliver, and now that he's a hero, he tries with everything hes got. He puts his mind, his body, his sainity, his hopes and dreams into his work.

And at times it comes crashing down around him. And that hurts, that failure hurts so much, and the world wacths Tony Fail and holds him so accountable.

Tony, I think, is not the type to like to have other people in charge of him. He has some people he trusts, to varying degrees, and he will take orders from, but that's personally chosen. To see him arguing for the Slovakia accords felt kind of strange, but after his last failure, I can see why he would be doing that.

He made a huge mistake, and he is takeing all the blame. No really, Bruce was kind of involved in the science bender, but is probably doing a runner, beacuse he is already afraid of how people react to the Hulk.

So Tony is there, and feeling like crap.

NothingIdoisgoodenough. Imnotgoodenough. Iamaterribleperson. WhydidIthinkIcouldmakethingsbetter, Iamsuchascrewup. Ialwayshavebeen,andalwayswillbe. Icantdothis.

Familiar thoughts to artists, cbeacuse we do at times feel that way about our work, and Tony must feel so much worse, beacuse his killed so many people, and he didn't want to make things to kill people anymore.

Beyond suits, beacuse those things saved his life.

Then Cap going against what he thinks, and bringing a wanted man (and his parents killer) into his place uninvited.

And it goes downhill even more.

Someone give that man a hug, but he dosent like hugs, so Red, you go to him as a kid, and teach him disguises, so he can get some time away from being Tony Stark all the time.

And make him food, and Later get Desmond to make you eat food regularly, beacuse God knows the two of you are terrible at eating regularly

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Ahh, your dorks are so happy! It's heartwarming! What is the book called?

Sometimes in the quieter moments, Red paints scenery. She can draw people pretty well, but there's something about water colour paintings she just likes. She will use other mediums if she has them, but water colour is easier to carry and use in a variety of places. Or watercolour pencils.

On the bad days it's deffinatly not scenery.

Does Red ever hang her paintings? That's so cool. I wanna know what she paints on bad days but i kinda don't wanna know but do

I wonder if Tony have her paintings.  Does she have sone of Desmond and Maria?  Who does she paint more of?

Some places she sells them. them. Sometimes Her friends hang them.

Sometimes she draws people they ask her to describe as witness statments or something. She was taught very accurate anatomy.

Other times she draws people she is peoplewacthing.

Occasionly she does portraits. Tony asked for one of his mother once, and she realised, Oh, thats why Maria gave me permission to paint that one day. I ask later , apparently.

She also paints scenery on Tonys walls, in his old home. Sometimes she paints on the walls on had days too, but that is usually after drawing for awhile and calming down. Sometimes an outlet can help you think about something more calmly, even if it is still not a story you want to share. Desmond is not allowed to look at that skethbook.

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Logan and Helga are Jason and Eleanors Parents

.They are the Ryans

Even if it dosent play out in the story, I need to know these little details so I can write them accuartly as I can.

Her mother is Angela Lareau- Jordan. Her father is Jason Ryan.

Her cousian has a dead twin so they gave her both sets of names.

Mary-Jacob, Elizabeth-Brandon, Monique- Theirry, Ryan- Laframbois.

We just call her M.T

MTs parents are Eleanor Ryan and David Laframbois

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I'm trying to develop people in Reds life, especially Pre Desmond, beacuse they didn't beacome a team untill after he died (and he was the ghost snoop) and became Jesus. Martians brought him back.

I decided that she has had three serious relationships.

One was a one faded, one was a mutual break, and the last was with a rival where they broke up (mutualy) after their competitiveness got them into serious trouble.

I'm comeing up with ways that might have reached that, but all that's really hitting me was they put themselves and someone else in mortal danger through it, or they almost (or really) caused an international incident

Most other dates Red goes on are really more for the food, and some intresting conversation.

I think the mutual break up, might have happened dateing someone durring the zombie appolyapce. Seeing your girlfriend die, (and it's bad enough that she's your friend and that hurts, but worse as a girlfriend somehow) and meeting her latter when she's older, or younger, ect, is not a relationship that is easy on the partner, especially in zombietimes. They can work together fine, are even still friends after some distance, but long term was not in the cards for them. That's kind hard, and she got that.

Now the rival, was a lot of fun to date, but also kind of covers why you shouldn't date a rival. You focus more on compeating then compromise and communication. Then you both end up escalating it too far, and cause an international incident.

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Her lack of filter drives Desmond nuts. She has one when in a mask, but relaxed and casually chatting some will unknowingly reveal disturbing information. And then people just look at her with alarmed faces, and she shuts up, blushes,and leaves.

Yah, Red sitting there thinking "...this was not what I thought you wanted to talk about in the slightest."

And then there are her friends who are talking about a subject she has no Idea about, because she is hopelessly out of touch with whats going on right now in the world.

She sits there wondering "Do we normally talk about this? Is this something that happened last time you saw me, and you are finishing a conversation I haven't had yet? Do I know your friend? Is it rude to ask for a name?

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I decided to flesh out the wacthdogs part of Reds story. In a diffrent direction from cannon, the car accident that was meant to assassinate Aiden, took his nephew Jackson instead of his niece Lena. He's still looking for revenge, but Lenas reaction went differently from Jacksons

I didn't quite expect it to lead where it did, but Red is a bad influence on children. Shes known this faimly, ever since she came into this time running, and was hit by their car. She's kind of that cousian that sometimes shows up to the kids. She does not think that what comes out of her mouth will be influence them that much, when she plays with normal children. She is proven wrong several times.

Anyways, when Red got out of the hospital around the beginning of watch dogs, Lena meets her at the hospital and asks her to teach her to use a gun. This is a seven year old.

Red gets the sense that Lena will get a gun and learn anyways, if she says no, beacuse and she might as well be there to teach her to shoot safe

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Red, who also learned to use weapons at a young age, and learning made her feel safer, does not see much of a problem with teaching this, and goes about teaching her to responsibly use an H&R 243 rifle. (one that would be ok for a child recoil wise, and prevent bad habbits from forming latter)

She gives a safety lecture, and tells Lena that one day She Wil take her hunting. (Red intends Lenas first kill to be very diffrent from her own, done in a safe and controlled enviorment, to an food, from a distance)

Red is a good teacher , but actions have consequences

When Aiden met up with his sister at the beginig, she had been getting crank calls threatning robbery.

In the game, Damien Brenks breaks into his sister's house, kidnaps Nicole, and uses her to get Aiden to do work for him in excange for her saftey.

(I did not expect it the following )

Here, Damien breaks into the house intending to get Lena, or Nicole, and meets up with an armed Lena that ends up with her shooting him in the head, and completely derailling the later plot of watchdogs.

She is alive beacuse Jackson successfully called shotgun seat in this verse, and then this happens.

I'm sorry. Kind of. I don't know. I knew something bad was going to happen when Red taught her to fire a gun, but I did not expect it to take the turn it did where a seven year old kid shots someone fataly. Even Red was probably eight in the conviance store disaster.

I don't know how to feel about this one to be honest. I mean, red gets into all kind of messes, and probably brings people into them, but this was a seven year old.  Aidens neice.

All I knew about her before this, was that when She was twenty she had a TMI talk with Red in the hospital about her sexuality and the people who we're involved in her journey to figure that out.

Lena is the sort of person who does talk to random people about her issues, and Red is the kind of person who sometimes gets TMI conversations as a confidant, and didn't expect to have that happen.

Well, Lena really derailled the game plot, in a way I was never expecting her to, and It could be intresting to see, what comes of it.

Desmond will use this as a primary example of why Red should not be a babaysitter.

"You taught Tony to drive."

"Tony could have probably hotwired the car, and learned by himself anyways. anyways. Teaching him was safer "

"You also taught a seven year old to use a gun."

"I think she would have found one and learned anyways. Gun safety is important."

"She shot a man in the head."

"He was breaking and entering. And Damien. "

"She shot a man in head, Red."

After this, along with paying for therapy for all involved. (she was able to get her hands on a fair bit of Damien's money) she signs Lena up for Karate. And leaves her money to continue with the lessons.

Nither of them are wrong, per say, but people are more inclined to agree with Desmond.

This is not the zombie apocalypse times

I may agrer with Desmond ,but i do believe with Red at some point they will need to learn.  More so Tony i doubt he will just take no okay. He will probably one way or another its better to teach him now. However she should have probably took more precautions with a child and a gun.

Yah, she was younger then, and she taught gun safety and shooting fine. She just didn't... think this all the way through, to possible consequences.

She was trained to use weapons at a young age, after all, and probably didn't think too hard about teaching a kid, beyond makeing sure she can do it safely and supervised. 

She went over instructions like "never point a gun at something you don't intend to shoot. Keep the muzzle pointed in a safe direction. "

It was, a home invasion. invasion, and not an accident.

Yah, Red kind of realised. "I should have started her off with martial arts, rather then let her insist. "

So she dosent repeat that incident again, but she dosent have much of a filter for "things not appropriate to teach to children. "

Yah, everyone involved need some grief therapy at least about Jackson, and probably a fair bit more, especially Lena.

In game Jackson was going to therapy after the death of his sister, and wouldnt talk to anyone except his mom.

How dare he get Ivette into star trek!

Jk that's adorable

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Tony stark has a thing for adopting superheros.

Tony does have a thing for adopting superheros.

Yes, I want a sciencing hulk at my tower.

Sure I'll take a sniper and assassian.

You might as well be here in my Avengers Tower. Take that fury!

I'm glad she is relatable. relatable. I tried to make her flawed and relatable. And she dosent quite get normal conventions, like why it was a bad Idea to teach ten year old Tony how to drive like a get away driver.

Tony. If Tony decided to rule the world, she would probably do her best to make it happen. There is another universe out there, where she and Tony fought their way to the top and started the Iron empire. Pepper potts rules the world. And Red protects them. They are all in armor.

But that is not this world.

I'm going to have to learn more about math, to write her as a sniper, mechanic, medic, And hacker. She's the kind of person who can rattle off cordnites like a boss. Its important for accurate telleporting. Sometimes,when she's really desprate, she can convince herself of a fourmula to slow down.

On the other hand, her foccus often has her putting personal things on the burner. Self care, relationship care, happiness.

She has work priorities.

She likes people, and she can fake it to strangers, but friends.  She doesn't genraly like to lie to them.

Haha, Red and Tony talk tech so much. She likes math

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I got the idea, if there being other precursor talents from Desmond. The dude is almost sage in precursor percentage of blood, but dosent have the eagle vission, despite his ancestors having it. Including three generations of Kenways at least.

He only activated Eagle vision, from the bleeding effect of the animus.

So I think he had something else before,and eagle vission might have overwrote it.

I don't know if I mentioned this, but in the assassins creed verse, most assassins we play have eagle vision.

But eagle vision probably wasn't the only sense that could be enhanced, just the most famous one. And wanted

Red is trained, to use it. It can indicate to her if people are lying (though about what she has to use logic and reading people skills) and tracking , along with regular things scent trained people can do like sillage, and picking out fresh ingreadents. We can pick up emotions to some extent by scent, although our brain tells us by body language.

We are not alone in our head. We have the left brain and the right brain. The left brain gets surprised when the right does something unexpected,and logics it to us as something we were planning.

Especialy as her precursor talent is scent/taste

Oh! Red, that sucks. Imagine vinegar,  i have better smell and jesus i hate the sharp nurning smel of it.

That is a nice tattoo

Desmond got Red a scarf in Assassian colours. It's white with red maple leaves at the tips. It doubles as a Canada scarf.

She wears scarves, and wraps them around her face, when going into overwhelming smell areas. Like the sewers...or the body shop for soap

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That's the thing. People see so much of Howard in Tony.

What kind of woman could keep Howard's attention that he would want to marry?

Probably not some trophy wife.

No, he would go for someone intelligent. Someone headstrong. Someone who he won't get bored with.

Perhaps they are not the most suited people to be parents, beacuse they both get so caught up in their projects, and each other, that they don't pay enough attention to Tony.

Of the two of them, she gets along more with Tony then Howard, but Tony really wants his father's attention, but their relationship is rocky.

Sometimes she plays the piano with him, and he loved that.

No, I like to think that Tony inherited traits from both of them, and his mother was kind of overlooked beacuse Howard stood out more, and the male dominated society overlooks her.

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Red being drived crazy by Maria sometimes makes me laugh. That's really amazing, i always saw Tony taking after Howard but his mom makes it 100 time better

She is  fonder of Tony then Maria, though she will never tell them that. Tony met her as a kid. They were friends from a young age. Maria met her when they were both older, and she was kind of assigned to Maria to keep her safe. Beacuse I kind of Headcannon Both Maria and Howard driving their bodyguards nuts in diffrent ways by being geniuses with more brains then common sense or patience.

Tony inherited his brains for both of them.

"Trust me, you do not get that just from your father. "

Maria is kind of condescending at times, and stubborn, and gets tunnle vission to her goals. She sort of occasionally treats Red as faimly property, and  Red kind of is, Beacuse Maria's parents already knew her, and saw fit to send her to gaurd their daughter with no interview, meaning she must have impressed the pants off of them sometime in the past.

Still it helps sometimes.

"That is my secratary, hands off. "

She refers to a lot of people possessively.

"What did you want with my son?"

Tony might just be the third generation she has been a tempoary bodyguard for.

Probably the one with the longest contract, in his faimly.

I decided a thing about Reds fassion. When she's out in public she will be wearing clothing which colour and style is remicent of who she is around. Like, I can't see her carrying clothing with her, so it would make sense of she's almost always wearing other people's. Beyond her tattered oversized reversible sweater she won't get rid of.   And for important people like her principals,she will be wearing their colours. Like around Tony, she wears black pants, red sweater, and a gold broach, as casual, where around Maria (his mom) she wore a lavender sweater and pkatnium white pants.

It's kind of important for blending for her too. If she is wearing her Principals colours, she won't be questioned as much on why she is here. But, she also cares, despite herself.

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And I headcannon that the longer she has the shard, the further she will go when she accidently  telleports out of danger and knocks herself out. This can lead to near -(should have died)-death and wakeing up in a new place, beacuse being uncouncious does not mean safe or patched up from wounds. When She learns to use it intentionly (involving math) and when not in danger( physical, although everyone says that the shard will one day probably drive her crazy, especialy if she keeps useing it to grab groceries and other mundane things), she becomes like a casual apperator in Harry potter. It won't protect her from everything, but it can be good for a saving throw.

She despratly does not want the wrong people to learn about it.

Headcannon two is that Tony who grew up with her in his life, is both kind of corrupted by her in some ways, and better at blending in when he wants to.

She taught him something about minute masks, and how other people behave, so sometimes he doesn't have to be Tony Stark, when he needs to be someone else.

She teaches him exactly what he asks. Which is why at age ten, Tony learned to drive. He's learned her signs, he's learned Martian, he's learned how to paint with a tablet, all beacuse he asked "teach me that".

Principals are some of the few people she meet who are meeting her for the first time too. Bodyguard conditioning may keep her loyal, but frindship keeps her honest. She is a closser friend then should probably be professional, but being a friend means you get in disguise and go crash a party your not invited to, or a movie, or bowling. Sure most people probably don't have observation tests after that, but it's a lot more normal then they usually get. That's how you learn that normal people don't all have hot tubs, and other important disguise tips.

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In another world, Tony Stark is raised by a Bucky Barns breaking his conditioning, constantly on the run from hydra. Red is a kid they occasionly take to the hospitial, and repays in false ID, cover in firefights, sabatoge, and teaching Tony Languages, math, science, and genraly chatting.

In a diffrent one, she is there, but Tonys goal is to rule the world to best protect it, and she will do anything to help him get there. He will be carried to the throne by her, as she cuts down those who try to stop him.

In another world, she is Jasper, and Tony is Hydra 's leader. Yet another has her an Hydra asset, and Bucky his bodyguard.

But Tony thinks the worst worlds, are the ones where  he is alone.  No Red to teach him, or tell him about Hydra. No Bucky to take him around the world, on the run, but happy. Just Him and Obie. Or possibly the female Tony and Obie, who designs better programs then he could dream about. Those Tonys always come off as bitter and lonley.

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Headcannon , Desmond got snaged by Templars when he went to go pick up borderlands 2 he ordered.

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Headcannon, Red deffinatly played videogames and other media from her world with Tony, so they are always referencing things no one else gets, as an in joke.

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Ok let's break this up so tumbler doesn't send it to space or something.

Sorry if you've already seen parts. The AU Red of another world. Perhaps the soulmarks of life-changing people.

I don't know how many marks she has, but her first one, that She meets (and in some Alternate Soul marks the only one) says "don't move" on her neck. That is of course, the robber who robbed the convieance store her cousin works at, beacuse whatever comes of that situation, it will be life-changing.

This wouldn't quite be cannon, beacuse she wouldn't quite say it this way I think.

Strays

Somehow she's picked up a tendency to adopt things. Did it come from her apparent adoption of Aeiden?  Did his niece niece addopt her? Or Aeidens sister? Or did she adopt them into her life with him?

Perhaps its a learned habit from the strange rich people she hangs around with.  She certainly is often an older sister figure to their children. And some orphans. Then possibly a generation or two of zombie appolcyapse survivors. Jacob and Evie.  Countless dogs. A few cats. Her students. And Desmond.

It weirds her out more when the people around her seem to share this habit. Like Conner and their ridiculous amount of dogs. And the hospital she accidentally started. And his second child he adopted.

Her students and their pets, for clearly she has been a bad influence on them.

Not to mention Amanda (who seemed to want to marry Desmond). Or Tony, who had taken to adopting superheroes, and also Desmond for good measure.  Or Thor who is just as bad as Clint Or her at bringing back stray animals. 

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[day0walkersdrafts]

He likes it here. In her room.

Probably because at least it has personality. Maybe messy personality—Nomi isn’t exactly clean. She has a pile of her clothes in the corner, wrappers from her snacks all over her desk, little pieces of electronics so haphazardly everywhere it was almost dangerous. He’d howled in pain stepping on something plastic and sharp once before in her room and she’d only told him that was what he got for taking his boots off and getting comfortable when she didn’t tell him too.

Her bed was always oddly neat, though. The sheets tucked tight and clean to the corners. That was almost always a constant every time he visited.

“You ‘ave got to start taking better care of this, Ben,” she mutters in her huffy annoyed voice. Her slim dark eyebrows pinch together, tongue between her teeth in concentration as she pokes around inside his forearm. She’s slid on gloves, a little tool in her hand to get into the real nooks and crannies of the scorpion modification.

Benny had gotten it shortly after enlisting—all those fresh new soldier credits. A forearm that literally came apart to reveal a long, hooked blade that he could use to cut throats. Yeah, he’d had his heart set on that from the moment he knew it was a thing, but he’d enlisted fourteen years ago. The tech had been updated since, but there was nothing you could really do about something ten plus years old. Just keep modding onto it, or get a girl like Nomi who loved tinkering to keep up with it.

“It was j-just a little spill,” he says, grinning at her. She lifts those big pink eyes and he sinks a little further in the chair by her desk. He’d once thought of her as shy. Neurotic and strange and introverted and weird—well, she was definitely all of those, but she was not shy. Sometimes, Nomi could be so bluntly straight forward it made his head spin, but he liked that about her. He liked that sometimes she took hold of his hair and shook him around until his eyes were spinning. Metaphorically anyway.

He’d not mind if she did it for real too, though.

“Don’t get beer in your fuckin’ arm mod,” she’s chastising. Cleaning, he realizes, a little alcohol soaked wipe on the end of tweezers. He can feel the cold of it, seeping into the parts that are connected to his nervous system. It had been strange, getting that fitted in and suddenly having something that felt like a third limb. Went from just flexing his fingers to this new sensation of going, twist and suddenly his arm splitting and a knife coming out.

“Then I wo-wouldn’t have a reason to come see you, Nomi,” he teases, leaning forward a little. He tries to angle his face so she’ll look at him again, crowd into her space a little. Instead she slips the tweezers onto something sensitive, making him yelp and jump in the chair a little. “Not funny,” he mumbles, at the sweet smile on her face.

Benny turns his attention to her monitors then, because looking at her face sometimes makes him feel a tightening sensation across his whole body. And she always has the security cameras pulled up, even when she’s probably not meant to. The monitor closest to him has the brig; all the dividing cells with and those two new prisoners for them. Xavier is there, standing with his arms across his chest, boots slightly parted. Nomi keeps the monitors on some setting that makes everything look blue, but even without the red hair and the back to the camera, that stance is so fucking Corporal.

“They’re on half rations,” Nomi says, with a furtive glance to the monitor. She looks oddly concerned about that, her eyes flickering between figures on the screen. One of the prisoners seems far more interested in talking to the Corporal than the other, and thats not the one her eyes seem to keep catching on. Benny hums a little, slouching down further in the chair, little happier when her eyes return to his.

“H-Half rations,” he says, smiling that wicked, crooked grin. “You don’t say.”

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It’s Wilson when he gets down there, which almost makes Benny turn right back around. But the big brute notices him before he can, his whole thick body rising off the chair. He’s got a smile that makes peoples bowels turn to water—real fucking ugly, real mean and nasty. Says, I’ll kill ya! with that smile. Instead, he’s dropping a heavy paw onto Benson’s shoulder and giving him a slight shake.

“Fucking finally—if I had to listen to them any longer, I’d have pulled the trigger.” Wilson laughs, claps Benson’s shoulder again, making him almost bow under the weight of his arm. It’s not a joke; makes Benny nervous that it is not a joke. He’d like to do that; would like to have the two bounty hunters line up against the wall and take practice shots that turn to real shots. Benny fucking hates Wilson; but he smiles, anxious and unprepared for the social interaction.

“Y-Yeah, well, I’ll relieve ya.”

“You wish, Benson,” Wilson sneers, elbowing him hard in the rib in what would be a friendly gesture from Lark or Xavier. But it’s hard and nasty. Just makes him yelp a little and side step away, rubbing the area furiously as it fits to bruise. Wilson tilts his head back, laughs with his hands shoved into his pockets. The door hisses open and close behind him while Benny still rubs that now-sore spot between his ribs. His face is pinched over it, cheeks a little red because it’s not as though the interaction was missed by the prisoners.

He can hear one of them, a snickering, guy’s a prick, yeah? And the other one’s mumbled response. But with the weight of Wilson’s presence gone, Benny recovers surprisingly quickly. He pats tac pants pockets fondly and turns on his heel to look at the two men.

Originally, it had just been down to whoever he thought was more attractive. Which, there was a bit of a clear winner there, considering one of them had a face that looked murderously annoyed and the other had a lot of freckles. Easy choice. But it was made that much easier, because Xavier had been looming on the other side of the room, near the mean looking one. So Benny smiled, real big, real crooked, real dimpled at the one not glaring a knife into his stomach.

He walks with wide, stiff legged steps that are more like a meandering lazy tumble, his hands nestled into his jacket pockets. A funny sort of, hi there! Haha, noticed you’ve been captured and are behind bars and soooooo can’t avoid me. Ben tries to look docile, look nonthreatening with his hands tucked away, head slightly bowed and smiling as he walks closer to the cells. His blond hair is falling a little in strings around his face from the way he usually keeps it pushed back, so he runs his hand up through it, nice and slow.

“Heard you’re skipping meals.”

The mean one in the back sits on his cot, looks bored and nasty. He has a scar over his eye, something long and fading, but ominous. Indicating violence. Yeah, that one’s all yours Corporal, Benny thinks as he swings his gaze right back to—

“Maran,” Nomi said as she slid his sleeve down for him. She’d run her hand back up, smoothing wrinkles out the fabric and making him feel concave inside his chest. “It’s Benji and Maran.” It was weird to hear her use their first names like that. So intimate, in a way. Like she knew them.

“Talking about us up ship? How sweet,” Maran replies, his posture easy in theory, deceptively rigid. He’d stood when Benny approached, that long body unfolding from his spot. Stands in a ready sort of way, just prepped for something and Benny gets that. Anxious. If it weren’t for the bars, maybe he would be more uneasy but instead Benny’s eyes flick over him, appreciatively. They start at his shoulders, wind down over his torso and hips and thighs.

He’s not built, thick and broad like his companion, but there’s a strength to him that makes Benny’s hands flex in his pockets. And he is handsome; a little on the pretty side, with high cheek bones and an angular face. Plush lips that Benny stares at a little more before his eyes skate away and to the wall.

“Gotta be the most interesting thing that’s ha-happened to us in the last five months,” Benny continues. “Gotta be a little hu-hungry too.” He pulls the protein bar from his pocket, giving it a little look over before raising it. He smiles, that big smile that dimples his left cheek.

“Fuckin’ prick,” the mean one—Benji—says from where he’s sitting on the cot. He’s adjusting himself to get more comfortable, unlike Maran who still stands. Benny tries to evaluate that; whose the leader? There’s always one in a group. Even duos. There’s always one who takes charge, who makes the first move, who plans, enacts, fixes. It could be him, because he’s laid back there so casually, confidently. He stares at Benny with dark eyes, thick brows draw down, but unintimidated.

Maran could be the one. Stands there, staring at the protein bar in Benny’s hand.

“Yeah, they’ve been—sort of switchin’ off? One eats more one day, then the next—what’s it all about?”

“Yeah, Nomi, tha-that’s survival shit.”

He’d not eaten the last meal; shoved it off on the curly haired one. They weren’t eating at too extreme of a deficit. Mbabazi wasn’t cruel. But they didn’t know the Captain. They didn’t know when that last meal would truly be their last.

“I would love to give y-you this protein bar,” Benny says, holding it out, until it almost touches the bars. Nothing beats physical—used to be nanowalls, until someone got a hand cut off trying to repair it. “Just,” he steps a little bit further, his boots heavy on the floor. “I think it’s go-gotta be like an even exchange? Like,” he taps the bar on is chin. Then he smiles wider and wider and wider, crooked with that dimple in the cheek. “Like, play a game w-with me. You’ve played twenty questions before, right?”

“Gotta be fuckin’ jokin’, mate.” Benji, again, in the corner. Looks like he might get up, but Maran shifts. Almost imperceptible, that little tilt of his body. It’s like innate body language between two people—Benson’s seen it with Lark and Xavier. He feels a knot inside his heart then, tightening, harder. What’s it like? To have someone put their weight on a foot differently and it make another person just instantly understand. Benji is snorting out a dry, annoyed laugh, thick arms folding across his chest.

Benny waves the protein bar again and Maran shrugs, raises open palms. Go on, they say.

“Favorite color?”

“Don’t have one.”

“Lame,” the soldier replies, turning on his heel. He pauses, staring at the door, head tilted a little before he gently tucks his chin to his shoulder and looks back at the bounty hunter. “Mines red.”

“Fits you,” Maran replies. It makes Benny slowly turn on his heel and toss the protein bar into the cell. Quick as anything, the man catches it from the air with that black cyber tech arm. Benny’s tongue makes a path over his teeth as he slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out another.

“Fla-flattery will get you places.” He kicks his leg back, hoots a booted foot around the chair Wilson had just been sitting in. With a fluid motion, he yanks it toward himself and drops down onto it. He sits with a wide knees, one arm tucked behind the back of the chair and the other still holding the protein bar. “The-they’re my favorite flavor, just so you know. They actually have a flavor. Raspberry. Ne-never had a real raspberry before. You?”

“Don’t get a lot of fruit on the run, yeah?” Maran is still standing and something about the exchange of heights, the subtle difference there makes Benny’s spine shiver. Maybe he likes being looked down at like that. Maybe he likes that Maran has to tuck down his chin; is tucking down his chin and looking at him. Indulging him. Benny tilts his head back and forth and shrugs.

“Never had credits for real fruit.” He taps the protein bar on his thigh. Benny volleys a few more asks, stupid things; favorite music? Been to the Edge? Do drugs? Drink? And most of them, Maran finds a way to not answer. Finds a slippery way around, but Benny doesn’t. He answers them, like they’re playing for real. I like old rap music. Never been that far out, would like to go. I like drugs, who doesn’t? I’m a soldier, of course I drink. He asks more, a couple, and then Maran does answer a few. Just a few. His posture relaxes, his shoulders not as line tight. He laughs at one of Benny’s questions, which makes him lean forward with his elbows to his knees.

Benny lifts the protein bar up. Maran’s hand, real one this time, slips through the bars and takes it from him.

“Remember your first kiss?” He leans back in the chair, one leg thrown out, the other still bent. Benny rests his hand on his stomach, the other arm slinging back around the chair. He watches Maran with lidded, pale blue eyes.

“People remember that?”

“Oh, you ju-just get kissed so fucking often you can’t remember the first?”

“Stop entertain’ this fuckin’ bellend.” It’s coming from Maran’s short, aggravated partner. He’d gone fully prone on the cot, hands tucked behind his head with his eyes closed, but Benny knew he hadn’t actually fallen asleep. Knew he’d been listening the whole time, because on the rare chance Benny’s eyes wandered from Maran and found him, he’d been occasionally watching. Observing them. Probably wondering that real question.

Why aren’t you asking us for intel? Why aren’t you trying to get Maran to spill something important? Why aren’t you using food as a means for blackmail, if you have the option?

Benson stands from the chair, one big lazy swoop of his body up. He kicks the chair back a little as he does.

“It’s the hair,” Benny says, pointing at Maran. “Reminds me of him. Enlisted wh-when I was sixteen. That was when they were l-letting kids join, remember? ‘Cause of those big conflicts.” He splays his hands on the word, smiling real big. Conflicts. Big war that, back when he’d joined. One of those short lived, violent ones that he’d not really known anything about until he was docked on a ship with a rifle in his hand. Infantry. Cannon fodder. Wear ‘em down, weed ‘em out, mow down the front line so the big stars can go in, sort out the rest.

“Paired up with this ju-junior pilot. All the pilots got guards, right? He was my first kiss,” Benny puts a hand to his chest, like he’s nostalgic. “Also shaved his h-head. Must be a weak spot for me.”

“Sixteen’s young,” Maran comments and it momentarily makes Benny feel light headed, because that was not really the reaction he was going for. Or expecting. Because, well, sixteen was fucking young. He could not recall being sixteen any longer; actually didn’t even remember the j-pilots name. Just that he’d been sweet. Really sweet. No idea where he went after that, because Benny had been shuffled off after the first skirmish. Had a good eye for explosions that officers seemed keen on. Benny stares at Maran for a moment, trying to think of a witty reply but he just scuffs his steel toed boot over the floor and shrugs.

“Well, you grow up on a—a shit colony and they shill the propaganda enough, what else is there?” Benny folds his hands behind his head, eyes still hooded and forward. He smiles again though, but its small. “Just wanted to taste re-real fruit, I guess.” Maran stares at him—yeah, the freckles were what made Benny want to stare back. Just that nice spray of freckles.

“Benson.”

“Shit!” Benny’s hands fly up as he turns, facing Lark, standing there. He’s got hands shoved into his jacket, eyes narrowed so hard, they’re all dark. “Wh-Why are you fucking sneakin’ up on me?”

“What are you doing?”

“Interrogatin’ us. You wanna get rid of ‘im for us?” Benji’s voice cuts loud across the room and makes Benny skitter closer to Lark. He finally drops his hands, slapping them awkwardly over his thighs a few times while he smiles at Lark innocently.

“Wanted to see what the fuss was about. Baby’s been down here almost every other night.”

“Corporal Wolffe,” Lark starts, head tilting toward the prisoners. Soft little mind your tone around the prisoners look he’s got. Benny wants to tell him no one fucking cares but him. He likes Xavier so much, just marry the guy already. Kiss and make out and Benny could watch or something, it’s so annoying being around two people who just move in such easy tandem. Benny shoves his hands into his back pockets, his smile coming out a bit of a sneer until Lark steps forward and he scoots back.

“Yep yep,” Benny says. “You—You on night duty then?”

Lark walks past him and sinks into the chair he’d just been occupying.

“Captain says someone has to be here at all times. Was supposed to be Wilson. Saw him in the mess and was worried no one was down here. Guess you had that covered?” The shorter soldier’s head rolls toward him with a sarcastic perk of an eyebrow. Benny smiles guiltily, shrugging his shoulders like he can’t be shamed out of this one. He’d had fun. And was now firmly out of stored rations. Worth it. “Don’t get in trouble, Ben,” Lark mumbles quietly—and it has a note of affection that softens Benny a little.

He doesn’t spare the prisoners a second glance when he leaves, even if he wants to. Even if he really wants to.

[lostxndbroken]

FULL NAME: Remus John Lupin NICKNAME/ALIASES: Rem, Moony FACE-CLAIM: Xavier Samuel (young), Lee Pace (older) GENDER: Male AGE: Depends on the thread, but I write him mostly around mid 20′s BIRTHDATE: 10th of March, (original 1960, but depends on the verse) ZODIAC: Picses RACE: Werewolf/Wizard ALIGNMENT: Good SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English

HEIGHT: 5 feet 7 (Lee Pace is taller, but this suits my Remus better) WEIGHT: Between 160 lbs and 170 lbs (depending on his age) BODY TYPE: Slim/Skinny SKIN TONE: Pale POSTURE: Insecure and defensive EYE COLOR: Brown HAIR COLOR: Brown BIRTHMARKS: None TATTOOS: None PIERCINGS: None SCARS: Since the age of five, his collection of scars has been growing - the one on his side belongs to Fenrir Greyback to turn Remus into a werewolf

LIKES: Reading, good food DISLIKES: His affliction (being a werewolf) HOBBIES: to come HABITS: Stops taking proper care of himself around and on the full moon MORAL: Neutral good MOTIVATION: (depends on the thread) DISCOURAGEMENT: The fact that he doesn’t have much of a future CONFIDENT LEVEL: Insecure GREATEST FEAR/PHOBIA: Ending up alone

PARENTS: Hope Lupin (mother), Lyall Lupin (father) SIBLINGS: None OTHER RELATIVES: None PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: His parents loved him a lot, it was one of the reasons why they wanted to shelter him from the world after he was bitten by Fenrir. Albus Dumbledore convinced them to let Remus go to Hogwarts.

OCCUPATION: Defense against the dark arts teacher, unemployed, Order of the Phoenix member CLOSE FRIENDS: Sirius Black, James Potter RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Gay-sexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Gay-romantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: Submissive | Dominant | Switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE: Submissive | Dominant | Switch TURN ON’S: to come TURN OFF’S: to come LOVE LANGUAGE: Remus won’t repeat the ‘I love you’s’ often, simply because he’s afraid of those words. When he says it, he means it. He will show his love and care for taking care of the other with little things. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: He tends to walk away before it becomes serious. Afraid that the other won’t be up to the fact that Remus is a werewolf, but he doesn’t want to burden the ones he loves either.

STRENGTHS: His compassion WEAKNESSES: to come PHYSICAL HEALTH: Poor to Okay MENTAL HEALTH: Poor to Okay

He is a very withdrawn person, especially before he got three amazing friends. He just didn’t want to get close to people and lose them if they learned the truth about him. But he couldn’t shake off Sirius, James, and Peter – for some reason, they stuck around and put up with his lies. The young man hates to lie, though – it makes him feel guilty and unworthy.

Remus is also a calm soul in general, unless he is in crowded places – Remus doesn’t feel like he belongs with the humans and the more humans there are around him, the less human he feels. It took the young male a while to realize what the problem was and he tries to work on it. As long as Remus knows that he’s going to mix in sizeable crowds - he can prepare himself and act more normal than when he isn’t prepared.

Yes, he lies to protect himself – but he wouldn’t lie if he doesn’t have to. He defends his friends as much as he can in any kind of situation, life-threatening, detention or just little fights among student - unless it involves bullying, that is something he says out of.

When older – Remus has even a harder time to adjust. He does everything to help out the Order of the Phoenix – but actually getting a job in either the muggle world or the wizarding world is rather tricky with his condition. In the muggle world, Remus is not suitable as he can’t even afford decent new clothes and in the wizarding world, they don’t really trust someone who isn’t entirely human. He tries to come by, by himself – Remus doesn’t want to owe anyone as he knows he can’t pay them back with his way of living. It keeps him in a spiral and yet tries to keep up the cheerful demeanor everyone is used to.

Before the bite: It’s almost painful to imagine seeing Remus differently than he is now – as the condition he carries with him has been there since the age of five. Still, Remus was a different kid before the mark was placed on him.

Young, vibrant, energetic, happy, curious, active and very good at making friends – he always had friends over as long as his parents allowed them. Remus was good at expressing himself for a five-year-old, and you could say he was truly innocent.

Why he was bitten: Lyall didn’t expect that someone could be cruel enough to attack a child, to harm one, kill one – or worse in this matter, curse a child with something that was truly incurable.

But that’s not where it begins – to know the entire story, we have to start at the beginning.

Lyall Lupin, a man who is specialized in dark creatures and he was asked by the Ministry of Magic to explain all about these so-called creatures, in the hope they would understand them better. Lyall was invited to join the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and he accepted it gratefully.

During his career – Lyall got rid of multiple dark creatures. The Screaming Bogey of Strathtully, a Boggart that had fed on the fears of a large number of local muggles and got as big as an Elephantine with glowing white eyes – Lyall was able to trap it in a matchbox.

In the early 1965’ when Fenrir Greyback was brought to the Ministry of Magic to be questioned about the deaths of two Muggle children – apparently after being caught with a werewolf pack. Fenrir being a werewolf himself but the MoM was uncertain about the condition because they didn’t update the Werewolf Registry often enough to be sure that Fenrir was indeed a werewolf.

Lyall expected Fenrir to be a werewolf – but couldn’t prove it right away. Which is why he suggested keeping Fenrir behind bars until the next full moon (which was twenty-four hours away). The committee laughed at Lyall for such accusations and Mr. Lupin lost his temper. He declared that werewolves are ‘soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death’. Lyall was expelled from the room, and they released Greyback. The Ministry wanted to erase his memory about the questioning – but with the help of two accomplices – Fenrir Greyback escaped.

Fenrir wasn’t going to let Lyall get away with his accusation – he plotted something to get his revenge. Greyback worked himself inside of Remus’s room (shortly before his fifth birthday) and attacked him. Lyall entered the room and saved his son just in time – repelling Fenrir with powerful curses, but Remus was already infected by the werewolf curse.

Being raised with Lycanthropy: Remus’s parents tried all sorts of treatments but in those days – before Damocles’ invented the Wolfsbane Potion, there was nothing that showed any effect. So – they took desperate measures to conceal Remus’s condition. From time to time they had to move away from their homes to find another when the neighbors started to notice the strangeness that the family brought along. Remus wasn’t allowed to play with other children and though he had all the love of his parents – Remus was marked by loneliness.

Eventually, Remus’s parents had found a way to keep the werewolf under control. Lyall locked Remus in a room and cast several silencing charms to make sure no one would hear the beast once turned. Just like every child – Remus grew and so did the werewolf inside of him. By the time he was ten years old – Remus was capable of knocking down doors and breaking the windows during his transformation. Forcing Lyall to use more powerful spells.

Lyall and Hope worried for their son who they love so much. If the Ministry knew about an uncontrolled werewolf – they could react severely and who knew what they would do to the child?

The Lupin’ were afraid that their son wouldn’t be able to join the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry because of his condition. Because of that, Lyall tried to educate his son at home. But before Remus turned eleven – Headmaster Albus Dumbledore came to visit unannounced. The couple tried their best to keep the older wizard out of their homes – but within five minutes Albus was inside. Albus knew about the attack of Fenrir (because Albus had spies planted among the dark creatures – and Fenrir kept boasting of his crime). The Headmaster promised the parents that Remus was in safe hands and that everything was being taken care of so Remus could transform unnoticed during the full moon in a safe environment.

At Hogwarts: Remus was alone – he always felt completely alone, even if he was with others around him. Eventually, he gained three friends and their names were Sirius, James, and Peter. The pair of them weren’t stupid – they started to notice a pattern when Remus wasn’t around when the excuses came to cover his absence. Quickly, they learned that their friend was a werewolf. Remus was afraid that they would leave him – but they did the opposite, they stayed.

The three of them decided to learn a very complicated spell – transfiguration, so they could become Animagi and stay with Remus during his transformations. Once they achieved that – Remus was no longer alone during the full moon and because of them that one time in the month wasn’t as unpleasant as it used to be. Together they created a map that showed the castle grounds and who was roaming around. It was a masterpiece that all of them were very proud of.

A werewolf only hurts humans – which is the reason that Remus’s friends are safe once they have become animals.

Once – his friend Sirius Black pulled a joke on a fellow student, Severus Snape (one who became suspicious of Remus’s behavior and suspected something). It almost cost him his life as Remus could have killed Snape in the worst-case scenario. After – Remus was angry at Sirius for what he had done, he started to realize that maybe his friends weren’t the friends he had hoped them to be. After all – James and Sirius once wished for a full moon, something that would hurt Remus severely. Yet – he couldn’t leave them either, they never left him and when they weren’t selfish - they were actually good people, or so he hopes.

As an adult: Many years passed and his best friend James Potter married a lovely girl he met at school called Lily Evans and the two brought a son to the world named Harry James Potter. Sadly, the parents died when the Secret Keeper gave the information to Voldemort. Peter knew how to play his game and Sirius got the blame for the Potter’s death. Remus believed that for a very long while.

Remus became a teacher at Hogwarts and started to teach Defends against the Dark Arts. Severus gave him one of his foulest glares every time they met. Not only because Remus had the job he wanted so badly, but Severus also didn’t trust Remus as he was very aware of his condition and that he believed he played a big part in the joke that Sirius had pulled on him. Though Severus hated Remus, he gave him the potion around the days that the full moon was going to show, the wolfsbane potion.

With this creation, Remus was able to keep a clear mind while he was turned into a werewolf and he would wait for his transformation out in the Shack. One night he forgot to take his potion, which was the night that Peter was once again found. Remus and Sirius were reunited, and the truth came out that Peter was indeed not dead, that he was the Secret Keeper instead of Sirius and that Peter was the one who betrayed Lily and James, which led to their death. Sadly, that night, Peter managed to escape and joined the Dark Lord once more.

Remus resigned after everything that had happened because he believed that with his condition, he couldn’t keep teaching children the dark arts if their parents were aware of what he was. 

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Staying at Ginger Hotel in Goa: A Budget-Friendly Option

Goa, a small state in India, is known for its scenic beauty, Portuguese architecture, and vibrant culture. With its long coastline, sun-kissed beaches, and bustling nightlife, it's no wonder that Goa is one of the most popular tourist destinations in India. 

Goa has something for everyone, from serene beaches and historic forts to bustling nightlife and delicious food. Whether you're traveling solo, with friends, or with family, you're sure to find something to love in this vibrant and beautiful state. Here are some of the best tourist places to visit in Goa:

Calangute Beach: Known as the "Queen of Beaches", Calangute is one of the most popular destinations in Goa. With its soft sand and clear waters, this beach is a perfect place to relax, swim, or try your hand at water sports like parasailing and jet skiing.

Aguada Fort: This historic fort was built by the Portuguese in the 17th century to protect their territory from invaders. Today, it's a popular tourist attraction, offering breathtaking views of the Arabian Sea and the surrounding area.

Basilica of Bom Jesus: This ancient church is one of the most famous landmarks in Goa. Built in the 16th century, it's known for its intricate architecture and beautiful interiors, as well as being the resting place of St. Francis Xavier.

Anjuna Flea Market: If you're a fan of shopping and street food, be sure to visit the Anjuna Flea Market. Held every Wednesday, this bustling market is a great place to find unique souvenirs, jewelry, clothing, and more.

Panaji: The capital city of Goa is a charming place with a rich history and Portuguese architecture. Take a stroll through the streets to see historic churches, museums, and government buildings.

Spice Plantations: Goa is also known for its spice plantations, where you can learn about the production of spices like cardamom, cloves, and cinnamon. Take a guided tour to see how these spices are grown, harvested, and processed.

Adventures in Goa: A Guide to Exploring this Vibrant Destination

Water Sports: Goa is known for its beautiful beaches, and there are plenty of opportunities to get active in the water. From parasailing and jet skiing to kite surfing and paddleboarding, there's a water sport for everyone. If you're looking for a bit of excitement, be sure to check out one of the many beach shacks that offer water sports rentals and lessons.

Hiking: If you're looking for a way to escape the crowds and see more of the natural beauty of Goa, consider taking a hike. There are several trails that lead through the lush jungles and rolling hills of this tropical paradise, offering breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape.

Wildlife Watching: Goa is home to a variety of wildlife, including monkeys, deer, and even tigers. If you're interested in seeing some of these amazing creatures, consider taking a wildlife safari. There are several tour operators that offer trips into the jungle to see the wildlife, and you can choose from half-day or full-day options depending on your interests.

Food and Drink: Goa is known for its delicious food and drink, and there are plenty of opportunities to try new things. From the famous fish thali to the spicy vindaloo, there's a dish for everyone in this tropical paradise. And if you're a fan of beer, be sure to try the local Goan brews, which are some of the best in India.

Overall, Goa is a must-visit destination for anyone traveling to India. With its breathtaking scenery, vibrant culture, and rich history, you're sure to have a wonderful time exploring all that this state has to offer. So why wait? Book your trip to Goa today and discover its best tourist places for yourself!

Best Hotels in Goa Near Beach

Goa is a popular tourist destination known for its beautiful beaches, nightlife, and Portuguese architecture. If you're planning a trip to Goa and want to stay near the beach, than Ginger hotel is the best hotels in goa near beach to consider: Staying at Ginger Hotel in Goa: A Budget-Friendly Option.

Goa is a popular destination for tourists from all over the world, but finding Rooms in Goa can sometimes be a challenge. That's where Ginger Hotels come in - with their budget-friendly prices and convenient locations, they are a great option for travelers looking for a comfortable stay without breaking the bank.

The Ginger hotel is the best Hotels in Goa near beach located in the heart of the city, making it easy to explore all that this vibrant destination has to offer. The hotel offers comfortable rooms in goa with air conditioning, flat-screen TVs, and en suite bathrooms. The staff is friendly and always willing to help with anything you might need during your stay.

One of the best things about staying at the Ginger Hotel in Goa is its location. You'll be just a short walk from the famous Calangute Beach, which is one of the most popular destinations in Goa. Here, you can relax on the sand, swim in the ocean, or try your hand at water sports like parasailing and jet skiing.

In addition to the beach, the Ginger Hotel is also close to a number of other popular attractions. The Anjuna Flea Market is just a short drive away and is a must-visit for anyone who loves shopping and street food. And if you're interested in history and culture, be sure to visit the Aguada Fort and the Basilica of Bom Jesus, two of Goa's most famous landmarks.

Overall, the Ginger Hotel in Goa is a great option for travelers looking for a budget-friendly stay in this popular destination. With comfortable rooms, a convenient location, and friendly staff, you can have a great time in Goa without breaking the bank. So if you're planning a trip to this sunny and vibrant part of India, be sure to book your stay at the Ginger Hotel today!

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7 Best Mumbai Residential Areas to Invest

Moving to Mumbai and finding a better living place is always the more significant task. Here is a list of 7 top residential areas in Mumbai.

When it comes to owning a home, there is no right or wrong in the decision, as if it's the dream of most of the city's inhabitants. Mumbai, known as Bombay, is home to many migrants, and it increases the number of residential projects. Mumbai, the dream city, completes everyone's dreams, so it started expanding to its nearest neighbourhood regions.

Mumbai has vast neighbourhoods with different characters or specialities. The property prices depend on the proximity of the transport, community, infrastructural development, schools, college, and other basic amenities.

But still, finding the best Mumbai residential area is the task for many newcomers or bachelors. Over the years, the suburbs are changing into the most desirable places to settle down.

Top 7 Best Mumbai's Residential Area

1: Churchgate

Churchgate is one of the most renowned places in south Mumbai, mostly Churchgate is famous for its railway station. Also, Churchgate attracts many tourists due to its old and heritage buildings.

It is one of the most crowded hubs in Mumbai, and all the central business headquarters or bank organisations are settled here.

The nearby area is very well developed and has all the basic amenities and highly qualified educational institutes like Xavier, JBIMS, KC, etc. Apart from that, you can find multi-cuisine restaurants.

It's the perfect place to settle down as a nearby railway station makes easy transport.

2: Colaba

Colaba is the heart of Mumbai and the most prominent area of South Mumbai—also the perfect place to live or settle down for sea lovers. Colaba offers you the best sea view. The optimistic architecture makes Colaba more unique, and how can we forget about the famous Taj Mahal Palace Hotel? The renowned shopping lane, Colaba causeway, is right there; you can find clothes, jewellery, bags, and many other things from a cheaper range.

The Iranian cafes are trendy and serve you lip-smacking food. Besides that, the famous business hub, the world trade centre, and prominent colleges like Elphinston, Homi Bhabha university, and Jai Hind college are located here.

3: Malabar Hills

Malabar hill is the gem of South Mumbai and one of the most exclusive and poshest areas. It is where you can find business tycoons or film stars as your neighbours. Malabar hills are the upward area of Chowpatty and provide you with a stunning view of the marine drive.

The new residential projects in south Mumbai can also be considered when looking for investment or for living.

Malabar hills offer you comfort and calmness in a fast-paced city like Mumbai. Also, you can find tourist places like hanging gardens, banana tanks and Jain mandirs, and most importantly, you can see cherry blossom pathways to welcome you into the springs.

Also, you can find the most famous colleges like Everest College, Wilson College, bhavans college and Cambridge college nearby.

4: Dadar

Dadar is one of the most crowded areas, making it more special. Also, if you know that Dadar is the first planned town in Mumbai. Dadar's old heritage buildings and new infrastructures give you a modern yet classic feel.

It has a vast wholesale market where you can find anything, and Dadar's flower market is a treat to watch in the morning. Also, you can connect with central and western suburbs through local trains as the Dadar is the central railway station.

You can get all the amenities nearby, like schools, colleges, hospitals and corporate offices. By living here, you can experience the old Mumbai touch.

5: Worli

Worli is one of the plus localities, and you can get the most expensive real estate rates here. But it offers the best residential area to live in. Also, you can find the home of famous cricketers, actors, and business people as your neighbours. Worli offers you the best sea-view apartments.

Worli is centrally located in the town, which connects you with significant suburbs like Bandra, Juhu, and Andheri through the Rajiv Gandhi sea link. Also, you can easily connect with the commercial hubs of lower Parel.

6: Bandra

Bandra is among the most happening suburbs, as the Bandstand and Pali hill is home to many rich celebrities. Also, it has tourist attractions like mount mary church, Bandra Fort, and shopping streets. Buildings around the bandstand give a spectacular view of the Arabian sea, you can enjoy sea cool breeze weather, and most importantly, it has less noise and air pollution.

Modern infrastructures, classy bungalows, multi-cuisine restaurants, and famous street food stalls make Bandra more special.

Also, there are some renowned colleges in Bandra, like Rizvi, Advani college etc.

7: Vile-Parle

Vile parle is among the busiest residential areas. Vile parle got famous for Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Airport and the new museum of contemporary Indian art. Vile parle also can connect you with the major parts of the cities.

Apart from that, vile parle has well-known colleges like NMIMS, Mithibai, and they. Also, you can find some best hotels due to the airport's proximity.

Conclusion

To find the perfect residential area, you must consider several factors like local transport, schools, college, hospitals, etc. If you want to invest in some of the best residential projects and expect high appreciation value in return, you must invest in new residential projects