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Anybody else got that Evergiven sized writers block
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site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word
site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition
site that gives you words that rhyme with a word
site that gives you synonyms and antonyms
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if yall want good info on how drugs work as a writer - particularly if you arent someone who dabbles in illicit substances - bluelight forums is an excellent resource. its meant to be for harm reduction but its community sourced info with hundreds of people posting their personal experiences and tips to be safe. i personally love using it to research for writing anything that i havent tried.
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Wanted to practice drawing eyes, so I drew up some Elf and Beast race eyes! It's not very lore-friendly, but I do think it's fun to give them different eyes. It adds to their mystical nature, and it's a bit more interesting than just slapping human eyes on them, imo.
#AAAA I CAN USE THIS AS A REFERENCEEEEEE#not like. drawing. I have 0 drawing talent in me#but in terms of eye shapes#these r literally so pretty#rb#eyes#es
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Best Friends to Lovers Things:
big boi.
WARNINGS: Mentioned death.
Seeing them in a different way after a long time apart.
Lingering looks.
Bed sharing, but only platonically. (Regretfully).
Inside jokes.
Late night [texts]
Smiles that hurt.
Always being each other’s +1 to any event.
Forced proximity, that wouldn’t be such a problem if things weren’t changing between the two of you.
Home cooked meals, made special by the other.
Walking each other home from work.
Falling asleep on the couch, intertwined.
Fake-dating; either because you have to, (friends, family, a wedding, job) or because you two made an agreement when you were younger to get married.
Having to vet the other’s SOs.
Soft touches. A brush on the shoulder, across the waist, through the hair.
Everyone knowing that, oh, it’s those two.
People asking where’s the other if only one is present.
Minted keys to each other’s apartment.
^ (Bonus if it’s the only copy).
Sleepovers because you're sick and they don’t want to leave.
Their parents always asking how you’re doing, and yours asking about them.
Bets on your relationship.
That kind of laughter that ends up like squeaking because you can’t hold it in anymore.
Confessing your love in the worst ways. (In the middle of an argument, while in danger, in a drunken stupor, simply because you’re tired.)
Using them as a seat, because that’s what you’re used to.
Slow dancing. Totally platonic.
Prom with one another.
Spending sad anniversaries on the couch with buckets of chocolate, their arms curled around your shoulders.
They only trust you with their problems.
And you only have them to cry on.
“Goodnight” and “Goodmorning” texts.
“Did you get home safe?” texts.
“If anything ever happens to you, call me.”
Self-sacrificing behavior because neither of you can live without the other.
Chiding the other while patching them up, inches away from their lips.
When they throw themselves into danger, you’re there to pull them out.
“Can’t sleep, come over?”
Movie marathons.
Hiding each other whenever you’re not supposed to be in their room, giggling.
“I can’t imagine being with anyone but you.”
Petty jealousy.
“Where are you?”
Always sitting by each other in [school].
Fixing each other’s clothing; ESPECIALLY tying their ties, fingers brushing against their sternum.
“I’ve wanted this forever.”
Them being the only person who notices the small changes you make to either your appearance or house.
Emergency contacts.
Sleep-deprived nights because the other’s in the hospital.
Platonic love proclamations, until they're not.
An accidental kiss to the cheek that leaves both of you stunned.
“I can’t keep going without telling you how I feel.”
That awkward phase after you start dating where everything is new and you really don’t want to mess it up.
“It’s just me.”
The whole exaggeration about their dating. (E;g, we’ve been dating since I’ve known them.)
“I didn’t know you loved me.” “I didn’t know you loved me.”
Semi-protective behavior.
Knuckle kisses that get progressively longer.
Dreams shared in the darkness.
Working together—which means no productivity, basically.
Playful arguments.
Being able to resolve actual arguments because they both value the friendship too much.
“Take the bed.” “Not without you.”
Stargazing, your head on their shoulder.
Being there when things go bad with each other’s families.
The “do you want to talk?” with pinched eyebrows.
Knowing the exact shade of each other’s eyes from memory.
Coffee trips in the middle of the day.
Dropped off lunches.
Random midnight snack runs.
Nighttime road trips.
A shared music taste and a bass that rocks the car, windows down.
“Don’t replace me… please. I can’t lose you, too.”
Straight-faced covering for them, even while they sneak out the backdoor behind you.
Mutual shenanigans despite the consequences of said shenanigans.
“Hey, what if we—” “No.”
That first kiss that’s a tentative touch, then turns into a fervorous kiss, hands on shoulders, jaws, cheeks, squeezing their sides.
Wanting to take their relationship slow.
Each milestone meaning more than the last.
Soft singing to put one another to sleep—perhaps a song that they’ve sang since childhood.
Being ready to drop everything to go help them no matter what.
Smiling when thinking about them [and being called out on it].
Objects that you have to get for them.
Board Game competition.
Zipping up their dress, or tying their tie and fixing their cufflinks.
Secret languages.
“What are we?” “What do you want us to be?”
Standing in front of them on the [train].
Memories that you can’t forget.
Growing old with one another.
Kids who they can’t decide which looks like who.
The most outlandish anniversaries you can think of.
“Happy That Time We Almost Died For the Second Time!”
Communicating through simple expressions.
And finally, the ability to trust utmost in one another.
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Character flaw ideas
Here are 27 character flaw ideas you can use to start building a character in your story!
Arrogant
Needs to prove themselves
Lacking self-agency
Control freak
Hot-headed
Obsessive personality
Self-deprecating
Always blaming others
Isolated, anti-social
Naive
Dependent
Not accepting of advice
Narrow-minded
Weak-willed
Coward
Allows other to step all over them
Comfortable being a victim
Self-sabotager
Untrusting or skeptical
Tactless or insensitive
Apathetic
Led by envy
Ignorant
Spiteful or vengeful
Judgemental
Manipulative
Paranoid
Have you got any of these in your characters already?
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Reasons your Novel Might get Rejected
Thinking of publishing traditionally? Here are some reasons why a publishing agency might reject your book. Don’t let any of these reasons keep you from writing, but rather help you strengthen your craft!
1) Your target audience is unclear. Are you writing for middle-grade boys or adult females? Suburban single mothers or war-enthusiast who love everything weaponry and explosive? Of course, your story can end up appealing to multiple categories of people (take Harry Potter for example). But if you know who your prime reader is, you’ll be able to use the correct language, voice, and reading level for them.
2) Your query letter or synopsis is lacking and doesn’t hook the agency. A query letter and synopsis are two different things presented to an agent or publishing company. You must be able to properly sum up your book in an interesting way for an agency to want to peruse your novel. You have to pique their interest.
A query letter is a brief summary used to capture the attention of an agent/publishing company. A sales pitch one might say. It typically contains your story’s main hook, some details about the book (genre, similar books, etc.), and some facts about yourself. If the query letter is successful, the agency will go on to read your synopsis/pages.
A synopsis is a summary of your entire book from start to finish and what happens in it (including character arcs and plot). This is all done in less than two pages.
3) Predictability. It may be predictable characters, or the plot itself. Either way, predictability isn’t good. What’s the point of reading a book if you can already predict the events? Conflict is the heart of all stories and if your book lacks conflict/stakes, it can become predictable. Give your characters inner conflict just as much as you do physical. Make it difficult for readers to know what your character will do.
4) Your story starts way too early. From what I’ve researched, a huge reason why books get declined is that they start wayyy before anything happens. You’re revealing tons of background information or your character is doing pointless things when they should be approaching the inciting incident. The inciting incident is the scene that launches your character on their journey and should happen sooner than later!
5) You aren’t balancing showing vs. telling. Contrary to popular belief, a novel should have a bit of both (but… probably more showing). If you spend every scene in extreme detail, you risk slowing your story down. If you tell everything, you aren’t immersing your reader.
6) You’re spending too much time in Act 1. A story consists of three Acts. The beginning, middle, and end. The rising action/set-up, the middle/climax, and the resolution. Don’t spend too much time in Act 1 setting things up. You’ll want to properly pace your story so that it doesn’t drag on too long before hitting the heart of the story.
7) Simply… bad writing/grammar. Also, consistent POV is important. This one is self-explanatory, but if you care about what happens in your story, you should also care about the grammar and prose! Typically, hiring editors is a step you must do before taking your novel to a publishing agency.
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Things to Do to Reignite Your Writing Fire:
Read/view/discuss things that inspired your writing
Talk about the characters or plot points in your work that you're excited about/excited to get to
Learn about writing that you love that will make you remember why you love writing
Make a list of the reasons you started writing and reread it a few times
Talk to your favorite writers about what they love about being a writer
Make a list of all of the things you look forward to with your current WIP
Get more active in the writeblr community - start talking to other writers you've never spoken to, reach out to that writer you've always been too nervous to reach out to, make new friends
Create a character just to write a bunch of one-shots of all of the things you want to write about
Create a character that loves to write and see how much you can pour your own love of writing into them
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Types of intelligence for your OCs
What kind of intelligence does your character posses? Based on theory of multiple intelligences, these are some ideas what kind of smarts your characters might posses that aren’t the typical academic or street smarts.
1. Visual-spatial (space smart)
These people are good at visualizing things, seeing in 3D, being able to imagine how things look even out of sight from the information they have about it. They are good with directions, maps, charts and pictures. Eye for drawing, patterns and puzzles.
Especially useful for: architects, engineers, artists, pilots
2. Linguistic-verbal (word smart)
The ability to use words well, when writing and speaking. Typical strenghts are telling stories, memorizing information, love for reading, skill with words, debating and persuasive skills, adept at explaining complicated subjects. Also tend to be great at languages.
Especially useful for: writers, journalists, lawyers, teachers, public speakers
3. Logical (reasoning smart)
Not necessarily but possibly mathematical, these people are great at reasoning, pattern recognition and logical analysis. Enjoyment for abstract thinking and ideas, excellent problem-solving skills and logical argumentation are other common traits. Pattersn, categories, relationships.
Especially useful for: mathematicians, accountants, scientists, and detectives.
4. Bodily-kinesthetic (body smart)
Great hand-eye cordination, physical movement, often skilled at sports, dancing and creating things with their hands. Learn and remember rather by doing than listening or reading. Sense of timing and mind-body union excellent.
Especially useful for: dancers, sculptors, actors, athletes, surgeons, crafts people, soldiers, police officers
5. Musical (sound smart)
Sensitive listeners. Thinking in patterns, recognizing rhythms, notes and melodies, good at remembering tunes, these people often enjoy singing or playing instruments. Often show great understanding of musical structure and know quickly when they hear someone going off-key.
Especially useful for: musical teachers, composers, musicians,
6. Interpersonal (people smart)
These people are very good at understanding and interacting with others. From verbal to non-verbal communication, they are proficient at assessing motivations, moods and desires of others and seeing things from multiple perspectives. Great communicators, create positive relationships with others easily and solve group dynamics and group conflicts well. Also enjoy discussions, debates and teamwork.
Especially useful for: psychologists, counselors, salespeople, politicians, philosophers, teachers, managers, team leaders
7. Intrapersonal (self smart)
The opposite of interpersonal smarts is the intrapersonal intelligence, where people are very in tune with themselves and their feelings. They are honest with themselves, enjoy self-reflection, analysing theories and ideals, love daydreaming, and show great self-awareness and assessment of their own strenghts and weaknesses.
Especially useful for: writers, philosophers, theorits, scientists
Bonus types:
8. Creative (ideas smart)
People that show exceptional curiousity, get inspired by little things around them and connect ideas and concepts in an unsual way. It’s a more feeling-based, spontaneous type of intelligence that gets less recognition, but brings immense benefits in all fields.
Especially useful for: artists, marketers, scientists, concept artists,
10. Abstract (concept smart)
Drawn to abstract ideas, these people enjoy deep discussions, don’t like to settle on one truth and ask questions that have no easy or no answer at all. Connecting, conceptualizing, analysing, listening and putting things together, they are great at seeing things from a distance, seeing the whole and not just the pieces.
Especially useful for: scientists, philosophers, researchers, theorists, designers, analysts
Writing advice masterlist
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Sanctum ~ pt.2
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (coming soon)...
Summary: Sanctum (noun) 1. a sacred place, especially a shrine within a temple or church. 2. a private place from which most people are excluded. After everything that happened, WestView became your sanctum. And you would not let anyone desecrate it.
(In which SW!Wanda shows up in a universe where her variant is dead. There’s only you and the boys. But this Wanda had never met you in her universe, and you were way too damaged and traumatized to let her in.)
A/N: OMG GUYS, I'm blown away by the amount of love and positive feedback this fic has gotten. Thank you so much, this means a lot to me! I really hope this next part is gonna live up to your expectations.
And if anyone wants to be added to the taglist just give me a shout.
MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS AHEAD
Warnings: A lil bit of Dr. Strange bashing, and cursing. I think that's it.
Word count: 1677
“My name’s Y/N, and…” you said, looking at Strange and the Chavez girl before bringing your gaze back to the witch “this is Earth-Delta… Your new home, if you don’t have anywhere else to go.”
The girl, America Chavez, took a step forward, there was a desperate look on her face. “You can’t! She’ll send her monsters after me again! She wants my powers!”
Her fists were closed, a white glow surrounding them, but it soon disappeared as Doctor Strange placed a hand on her shoulder, taking a step forward as if to challenge you.
“America’s right, her powers are unique, in the wrong hands they could do irreparable damage.” He said, his eyes then leaving you to focus on Wanda, a snarl marring his features “And we can’t leave Wanda free to do whatever she wants to this universe, not after everything she’s done already.”
You took your eyes away from the sorcerer and looked at the young girl with a hardened look on your face. “You humans think you’re so special, so exceptional” you scoffed, eyes focusing on the doctor once more “what makes you think her powers are unique at all? And what makes you think you have the right to decide who gets punished and who gets a free pass?”
Strange took a half step back as if he wasn’t expecting you to point fingers at them. He furrowed his brows as he looked at you, his fists clenching.
“You humans?” America whispered, looking at him.
The sorcerer didn’t pay her any attention though, he seemingly gathered his courage and took another step forward, his head held high.
“Do you not think what she did deserves punishment after all the lives she took?” Strange asked then, pointing at this version of Wanda as if she were a criminal.
It was your turn to clench your fists; there was a part of you that would always crave to deliver punishment to those unworthy, to be what your Father created you to be, but you couldn’t fall back into your old habits, not after all Wanda and Natasha sacrificed for you. Not if you wanted to protect your children, to see them grow…
“Don’t you think you deserve it as much?” you asked through a clenched jaw “after all if you had just given her the girl, none of those deaths would have happened.”
“No,” it was the Scarlet Witch that spoke, her wide eyes looking right at you as if you somehow had the answers she’s been seeking “he’s right, I…” she started to cry again, her eyes then focusing on the boys.
You felt your heart breaking all over again as you took in that sight, the redhead kneeling dejectedly on the floor, her green eyes red from crying, her face tear-stained. Seeing her like that just reminded you of how you couldn’t save your Wanda, your darling witchy, nor Natasha, your beautiful widow; they were gone, you couldn’t protect them.
You and the boys were left alone, left here to forever remember the smiles you’d never be able to see again. But at least you had them, Billy and Tommy, and after all that happened you swore you’d protect them from everything, even if it meant protecting them from yourself.
And this woman before you was a threat; she came into your universe unannounced, attack you and put your children in danger. You should be protecting Billy and Tommy from her… But she didn’t want to hurt them in the first place, did she? This… This was still Wanda, and she clearly just wanted her boys back.
But that was the thing, wasn’t it? They weren’t her boys, they were yours.
“Ma, what’s happening? Who are these people? Why are they trying to hurt you?” as if on cue Tommy asked you, his eyes landing on the witch.
You saw the heartbreak in this Wanda’s eyes when she heard Tommy’s words, when she heard him call you mom, but there was nothing you could do to ease her pain. These were not her kids, they were yours.
“Billy, Tommy,” you said in a grave voice, the sound booming inside the house, gathering everyone’s attention “why don’t you go upstairs? This is adult business.”
“But-” they tried.
“Now.”
The boys left; you knew they’d be listening from upstairs, but all you wanted was for them to be as far away from these people as possible until you had everything figured out.
You looked at Wanda again, then, and saw the heartbreak you felt mirrored in her eyes.
“You’re already being punished,” you said, barely above a whisper “your children get to call someone else mother, that ought to be enough.”
Strange took yet another step forward, the furrow in his brows evident. “How is it punishment if you’re giving her what she wanted all along? This is more of a reward, if anything.”
You turned to give him your full attention. You didn’t know if he was just the kind of person that saw everything in black and white, good and bad, with no middle ground; or if he simply was taking something out on her, like maybe his frustrations, maybe his unhappiness, maybe his grief.
“Is it really a reward if she’s only getting back what was rightfully hers all along?” you asked then, your eyes boring into his.
“Those children were never hers, she made them using magic.” He said, gritting his teeth.
You tilted your head a little. “That’s what every mother does.” And upon hearing those words the Scarlet Witch looked at you with wide eyes, a small smile playing on her lips “Let me ask you something… Do you believe in souls, Doctor Strange?”
“What kind of question is that?” the girl, America, butted in, still clearly agitated about the prospect of Wanda being free.
You didn’t pay her attention, though, your eyes were still trained on the sorcerer.
“Answer me. Yes or no?” your voice took a graver tone.
He hesitated. “Yes.”
“Souls? Really?” America scoffed.
“They’re real,” Strange said, tearing his gaze off you just long enough to look the girl in the eye, as if to tell her through that single look how serious this was “it’s one of the most complicated, forbidden topics in magic; not many people know they’re real, few have seen them, even fewer have any power over them, but they are. Real, that is.”
“So were Billy and Tommy,” you said, trying to keep your voice from wavering “the ones from your universe.”
“They were real,” Wanda said, seemingly getting mad again “if they weren’t, they wouldn’t exist in every other universe.”
The doctor shook his head. “You created them using-”
“It doesn’t matter how she created them,” you cut him off, raising your voice once again “they had souls of their own, which means they were alive. They were real.”
“How would you know?” he asked, his head still held high as if he thought himself better than you.
“Because I felt it when they vanished, I felt their souls leaving, I felt them going back to…” you were saying through gritted teeth, but you didn't want to say too much, so you closed your eyes and took a deep breath “I can feel every soul from every universe, Stephen Strange, and let me tell you, those boys were as real as you and me.”
The sorcerer looked at you with wide, fearful eyes then. “How’s that even possible? What are you?”
The star-shape portal behind them flickered and closed, America’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “Shit! I can’t re-open it!” She said, making motions with her hands again, and again, but to no avail. She kept the portal open for too long, now she was probably drained.
Strange looked at the girl before bringing his eyes back to you, not giving her much attention “Where is the Wanda from this universe? How are you even strong enough to hold off the Scarlet Witch?”
Tired of all this mess you ignored both of them, your eyes back on Wanda. You walked towards her and got to your knees, your faces now inches from each other, your eyes meeting.
“I need you to promise me something,” you said then, but she didn’t say anything back, just kept looking at you “I need to know that you’ll never do anything that could potentially harm Billy and Tommy.”
She gritted her teeth, her eyes going scarlet-red again. “I would never-”
“But you did already,” you cut her off, looking deep into those glowing eyes “you, by attacking me in this house, put them in jeopardy. I need you to promise me you’ll never do something like this again. I don’t care if you want to fight me, but do so far away from my kids. If one of them gets hurt because of you…”
You closed your eyes tightly once more, not being able to stop yourself from picturing the mangled bodies of your children.
“They’re my sons too” Wanda insisted.
You shook your head. “I don’t want to hurt you, Wanda, but if my children are in danger, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect them. I guess you know the feeling.”
“You can’t really think we’re just going to let her go after everything” Strange said, his hands surrounded by yellowish magic. The Chavez girl just nodded, getting into a fighting stance, her own hands glowing white. You had forgotten they were there for a second.
A heavy sigh left your lips. “It’s time for you to go.”
And just like that, with a wave of your hand you opened a portal to their universe, using your magic to push both of them through it, leaving only you and this version of Wanda in the living room before closing it again.
“Are you going to behave or should I send you away, too?” you asked.
She closed her eyes tightly and nodded. “I promise I’ll never put them in danger.”
You nodded back, got up and extended your hand.
“Let’s go then, let’s introduce you to our sons.”
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Taglist: @sweet12sorrow, @bi-yours-truly
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Resources For Writing Deaf, Mute, or Blind Characters
Despite the fact that I am not deaf, mute, or blind myself, one of the most common questions I receive is how to portray characters with these disabilities in fiction.
As such, I’ve compiled the resources I’ve accumulated (from real life Deaf, mute, or blind people) into a handy masterlist.
Deaf Characters:
Deaf characters masterpost
Deaf dialogue thread
Dialogue with signing characters (also applies to mute characters.)
A Deaf author’s advice on deaf characters
Dialogue between Deaf characters
“The Month I Suddenly Went Deaf”
What It’s Like Going Deaf In Your Thirties
9 Women Share What It Feels Like To Lose Your Hearing
What It’s Like Being a Deaf Teenager (video)
Parenting With Sign Language (video)
Deaf Teen Talks About Losing His Hearing To Meningitis (video)
Things Not To Say To A Deaf Person (video)
Deaf Kids Shining in High School (video)
I recently discovered the youtube channel of the amazing Jessica Kellgren-Fozard, a vintage-loving, lesbian, happily married queen, who talks about her deafness in many of her videos. I can’t recommend her enough.
Black Deaf Culture Through the Lens of Black Deaf History
Black Deaf History
Video: How to Sign in BASL (Black American Sign Language)
Mute Characters
Life as a Mute
My Silent Summer: Life as a Mute
What It’s Like Being Mute
21 People Reveal What It’s Really Like To Be Mute
I am a 20 year old Mute, ask me anything at all!
Blind Characters:
Things Not To Say To A Blind Person (video)
What It’s Like to Go Blind (video)
The 33 Worst Mistakes Writers Make About Blind Characters.
@referenceforwriters masterpost of resources for writing/playing blind characters.
The youtube channel of the wonderful Tommy Edison, a man blind from birth with great insight into the depiction of blind people and their lives.
As does Molly Burke, “a typical sushi and makeup loving millennial girl who just so happens to be blind.”
And Alyssa Irene, who talks about her experience going blind and life as a blind person.
An Absolute Write thread on the depiction of blind characters, with lots of different viewpoints and some great tips.
And finally, this short, handy masterpost of resources for writing blind characters.
Characters Who Are Blind in One Eye
4 Ways Life Looks Shockingly Different With One Eye
Learning to Live With One Eye
Adapting to the Loss of an Eye
Adapting to Eye Loss and Monocular Vision
Monocular Depth Perception
Deaf-Blind Characters
What Is It Like To Be Deafblind?
Going Deaf and Blind in a City of Noise and Lights
Deaf and Blind by 30
Sarita is Blind, Deaf, and Employed (video)
Deaf and Blind: Being Me (video)
Born Deaf and Blind, This Eritrean American Graduated Harvard Law School (video)
A Day of a Deaf Blind Person
Lesser Known Things About Being Deafblind
How the Deaf-Blind Communicate
Early Interactions With Children Who Are Deaf-Blind
Raising a DeafBlind Baby
If you have any more resources to add, let me know! I’ll be adding to this post as I find more resources.
I hope this helps, and happy writing! <3
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The First Task
Hermione Granger x fem!reader
Summary: AU where you get picked to be the Hogwarts champion instead of Cedric. (hurt/comfort)
requested by anon | masterlist
Hermione Granger was having a rough couple of weeks. She didn’t know how Ron could sit so calmly while two of his friends are supposed to attend potentially dangerous tasks in the name of an empty cup.
“C'mon, Harry and Y/N got this,” he said one evening, shrugging. Hermione wished it was that simple. Worrying was second nature to her, especially for you.
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Wishing for a Christmas miracle
Wanda Maximoff x Stark!Reader
Summary: On a family trip, you and Wanda pretend to be dating. Little do you expect, however, that this make-believe relationship will bring up some very real feelings.
Warnings: a little bit angsty but in general it’s just fluff; fake dating
Pronouns: not used || Word count: 5.720
I have to say, I'm amazed at how many fake dating requests I got hahaha but I love them! They're very cliché and fluffy and therefore perfect for Christmas. This is way longer than I expected, but I hope you like it haha enjoy!
For this request || Christmas Special Masterlist || Masterlist
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"Wanda, please!"
You have been trying to talk the girl into traveling with you all the way to the dorm, but nothing you say seems to be enough to convince her.
"I don't know, Y/n, I don't wanna lie to your family." The redhead objects once again, making her way into your shared room in the dormitory. You follow closely behind.
Every year your family gets together for the holidays on the farm your parents have in the countryside. This was never a problem for you, since you always went with your girlfriend, Shuri, and your parents were very chill about it.
In the middle of the year, however, you found out that your girlfriend was cheating on you with a girl named Riri Williams, who is on the same project as her in the engineering department.
You were devastated, you had been together for three years after all. It was hard and it took a lot of support from your friends and a few months of healing for you to recover.
Eventually you did. But now, seeing your family in person for the first time since the breakup, you knew that this would be a regular topic, and you couldn't bear to talk about it anymore.
To avoid the inconvenience, you had the brilliant idea to ask one of your friends to be your fake date for the family reunion. And Wanda, your best friend, was being the victim.
"Neither do I, but worse than lying to them is listening to them talk about Shuri all holiday long. Do you have any idea what a nightmare that will be?" You continue your insistence, making the best pleading look you can manage.
The redhead, who was putting some notebooks and books into her backpack, sighs heavily, an unconvinced expression on her face.
The truth is that Wanda has a crush on you. No, she is in love with you. As much as she hated to admit it even to herself, that was the truth.
And she could handle it in her everyday life. It was never easy for her to see you with someone else, but she managed. But pretending to date you? That had to be some kind of joke.
Noticing that the girl was about to deny you once again, you hold the top of her arms in a pleading manner, and the redhead reluctantly raises her eyes to you.
"Please, Wands, it will be fun! Besides, I'll owe you big time." You say, looking at her with your begging eyes, and Wanda huffs. She hated being unable to say no to you.
"I will not forget it, Stark." She replies without any amusement, but you smile broadly, pulling her into a tight hug afterwards.
"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you." You repeat, depositing kisses on the top of her head, and Wanda can't help but giggle.
"I love you, you're the best." You say as you pull away, and all the redhead can do is flash you a forced smile, swallowing dryly.
"I'm gonna go let them know now." You tell her, already pulling your phone out of your pocket and walking out of the room.
When the door closes, Wanda throws herself dramatically in her chair, burying her face in her hands. The winter break was going to be a long one.
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"Hold on, tell it again." Pietro asks amid laughter and Wanda huffs, crossing her arms and leaning back on the couch again.
Today is the last day of class, a few days have passed since the day you asked Wanda to pretend to be your girlfriend and that was all the girl has been able to think about since then.
After the History of Cinema class, the redhead went to meet her brother and his girlfriend, Monica, in one of the university's common areas.
Sitting on the couch facing hers, the other girl gives her boyfriend a scolding slap on the shoulder. "Leave the poor girl alone, Pietro." Monica says, but then she looks at Wanda with pitying eyes, and Wanda shoves her face in her hands. "Ugh I hate my life."
"Don't be like that, little sister," Pietro says, more gently this time, "at least you get to spend one of the most romantic times of the year with your longtime crush." The boy sneers once again, unable to contain himself. Wanda lifts her face in time to see Monica glaring at him.
"Y/n said there's a lake there, maybe I can throw myself in it and hope to freeze to death." The redhead ponders bitterly and the other two let out an empathetic chuckle. "Come on, Wanda, it won't be that bad."
"Did you hear the part where I'll have to pretend to date the person I'm in love with?" Wanda asks, with each passing second that idea becoming more and more absurd.
"But that's only when the family is around. When it's just the two of you, which I imagine will be most of the time, it'll be like it always is. It'll be fun!" Monica argues, trying to cheer her friend up. Pietro, on the other hand, was not willing to do the same. "Or you can hope for a Christmas miracle."
At yet another teasing from the boy, Wanda throws one of the pillows in his face, getting up from the couch afterwards.
"If I come back alive from this trip, I'm gonna kill you." The redhead warns dangerously, her index finger pointed at her brother's face. The blonde raises his hands, pretending to be afraid, and Wanda rolls her eyes next, slapping her brother on the head lightly.
"I'd better go back and make sure I packed everything, we leave in an hour." The redhead says next, checking the time on her cell phone. When she looks at the other two again, she does so helplessly. "Wish me luck."
"Good luck, sestra." Pietro says with an encouraging smile, which matches Monica's perfectly. "Everything will be fine."
Wanda nods and, after saying goodbye to them, goes back to her room.
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"Ready?" you ask as soon as you both get in the car, your backpacks in the back seat. "Of course!" Wanda replies, the complete opposite of what is in her mind. "Are you?"
"I'm never ready to see my parents." You joke, starting the car and driving away. Wanda giggles. "It's gonna be fine."
"Of course it will, I have you with me...girlfriend." You joke, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, and the redhead rolls her eyes, amused. "Just drive, you idiot."
After that you laugh, but remain silent. As the drive continues, the sound of the music playing on the radio surrounding you, Wanda tries not to think of all the things that could go wrong.
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Several hours later you arrive, the sun already setting on the horizon.
The Stark winter farm is gigantic, imposing. Wanda has been there a few times, on other trips you organized with your friends, but she was always mesmerized by the magnitude of the place.
As soon as you get out of the car, backpacks in hand, the front door opens and you are greeted by Tony and Pepper, both smiling fondly at you.
"Y/n! Wanda! It's so good to see you." Tony greets as he hugs you both, the older two hurrying you inside.
"How are you two doing? How is college going? I wanna know everything." Your mother fills you with questions then, and you and Wanda giggle awkwardly.
"Jesus, calm down, woman, they just got here!" Tony says to his wife, who apologizes amidst a giggle. He then turns his attention back to you. "You must be tired from the trip.
"Absolutely, six hours in a car is not for everyone." You reply and Wanda agrees shortly thereafter, an timid giggle escaping her lips that you can't help but find cute.
"Of course. I've arranged a room for you upstairs, second one on the left." Pepper informs, pointing upstairs, and you and Wanda murmur in understanding.
"Try not to be too loud, if you know what I mean." Tony says next, smiling suggestively as his gaze switches between you and Wanda. As the redhead's cheeks turn as red as the locks of her hair, you laugh awkwardly.
"Jesus, Dad." You respond with a frown of disapproval. Pepper pats the man's chest reproachfully, and he slightly raises his hands in surrender.
"Come on, Wands." You call out with a motion of your head, and soon you and the redhead are walking up the stairs.
"Join us for dinner. I'm making shiitake risotto." Your mother announces from downstairs and you both say your agreement.
You cast Wanda a discreet look of disgust and the redhead laughs as you continue up the stairs.
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It takes less than an hour for you and Wanda to sort out your things in the bedroom and take a shower.
Now you are in the dining room, the meal on your plates as you chat pleasantly.
Your parents tell you about their accomplishments with the company, but neither you nor Wanda fully understand what they are talking about.
You also talk about your semester at college, and you smile appreciatively at the genuine attention they pay to the redhead.
Everything is going very well. You and Wanda are already quite affectionate in your friendship in general, so your interactions are quite organic. Everything seems simple, easy. Until your parents decide to bring up the subject more directly.
"I'm not saying." Tony says eventually, and the rest at the table looks at each other in confusion. "No, I won't say." He repeats, and you look at him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
"Okay, fine, I'll say it." He says eventually, as if he is being forced to speak, and you giggle at your father's antics.
"We always knew you'd be together." He comments, his gaze switching between you and Wanda. As the redhead's eyes widen at that statement, you choke on your drink. "We even had a bet-"
"Tony." Pepper scolds, and you look at the two of them in confusion. "Fine, we didn't, she didn't want to participate." Tony tells you, and you let out an awkward giggle.
"But anyway, we knew it was only a matter of time." He finishes, and you and Wanda look at each other, not knowing what to say.
"What your father is trying to say, in the most inappropriate way possible," your mother interjects, smiling fondly at you both, "is that we are very happy for you."
"Thank you, Mom." You respond with a smile, holding Wanda's free hand on the table. The redhead is surprised by the touch, but tries to disguise it.
"I'm very happy, too." You say, your eyes fixed on Wanda's. She knows it's all acting, that you don't mean it. Still, she feels the blush climb up her cheeks.
Not knowing what to say, the redhead leans in, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Tony and Pepper watching the scene with happy smiles on their lips.
She then moves away from you, turning all her attention to the food on her plate.
It was still the first night and this situation already managed to make her heart race. This holiday would be harder than she imagined.
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Back in the bedroom, you and Wanda get busy sorting out your pajamas for bed.
"Sorry about that, my parents have been nagging me about it since we became friends." You say, picking up your things and heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Not knowing what to say, Wanda just mumbles in understanding.
"But don't worry, I said you didn't like me that way." You say next and the redhead's eyebrows immediately frown, her heart beginning to beat faster.
"What made you say that?" she asks cautiously, putting on her sweatpants and hoodie. "You were with Jean when we met." You answer simply and Wanda blinks a few times as the realization comes, an embarrassed giggle accompanying it. "Oh, yeah, of course."
A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom, already in your pajamas, chuckling at what you're going to say next. "But I'll be honest with you. I don't think I ever told you this, but I had a huge crush on you when we first met."
"Really?" Wanda asks, trying to keep a coherent train of thought. All that was too much information, so she decides to sit down on the bed, standing upright seeming to take too much effort.
"Mhm, but you were with Jean and then I met Shuri and, well, things changed." You reply casually, putting your cell phone down to charge. "Now you're my best friend in the whole world."
"That's wonderful." She replies amid a hoarse laugh in an attempt to disguise the bitterness that this information has caused her. You don't seem to notice.
You had a crush on her? And she missed her chance just like that? The universe was clearly not in her favor.
This was all too much information to take in, especially considering that the two of you were on a holiday trip with your family, pretending to be together. Life really seemed to mock her.
Wanda wonders how she will process it all. But she doesn't have to, because soon you are speaking again. "Hey, wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure." She replies promptly, eager to do anything that will take her mind off the conversation you just had.
"Okay, go ahead and pick, I need to get something." You say as you kneel down next to one of your backpacks. Wanda, who is already with the remote control in her hands putting a movie on the TV, hears the sound of bags being moved and looks at you with her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "What's that?"
"Real food." You announce, holding up the snacks and candy in her field of vision and Wanda smiles amused. "Don't be rude about the shiitake risotto."
"I don't think I'm being rude enough." You hit back with a disgusted grimace and Wanda lets out a giggle. "It wasn't bad." She argues and you raise your eyebrows. "You don't have to defend my mom's food."
"But her food is good! It's not my fault if you're a picky eater." She teases as you sit down next to her on the bed, and you look at her with an offended expression. "That was uncalled for, I'm not sharing my candy with you."
Wanda lets out a little laugh then, rolling her eyes, and you smile as you settle down next to her.
A little over an hour passes, the two of you genuinely entertained by the movie as the packages of candy rest around you, some of them already empty.
Suddenly you hear knocking at the door. On instinct you pull Wanda into a hug. The redhead is startled for a brief second, but soon she is hugging you back, her head resting on your chest.
"Come in!" You say when you are properly presentable as a couple in love and soon the door opens, revealing Tony and Pepper on the other side.
"Hi, lovebirds." Your father teases with an insinuating smile, and you just smile back. "Sorry to interrupt, we just wanted to see how you were doing."
"No problem, we're just watching a movie." You reply, pointing at the TV, and the two older ones nod, "And we're good."
"Everything is great, Mr. and Mrs. Stark, thank you very much." Wanda then replies in a lovely tone of voice that makes you smile genuinely.
"We're glad to hear that." Pepper replies with a fond smile. "Well, good night to you both." Your father then says, his hand back on the doorknob.
"Good night." You and Wanda reply together and soon the door closes, the two of you being left alone in the room again.
"I think they're buying it." You comment, unpausing the movie. "I mean, they have no reason not to." Wanda replies, her eyes on the TV as you two chat.
"I'm sorry I hugged you like that, I should've let you know or something." You say next, but without making any attempt to pull away. Wanda tries not to think too much about it.
"No, it's okay. Actually, maybe we should keep it that way, you know? Just in case they come back." She suggests before she can contain herself and at the same instant she internally scolds herself.
"Sure, that's a good idea." You agree, settling comfortably on the bed. Trying to ignore your hand on her lower back, Wanda does the same.
"If you wanted cuddles you could've just said so." You tease after a few minutes and Wanda lets out a giggle. "Oh shut up."
You both remain that way after that. Exhausted, neither of you notice when you fall asleep.
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"Good morning, folks." Tony greets you as soon as he sees you and Wanda coming down the stairs. He and Pepper are already in the kitchen and you all exchange greetings. "Did you sleep well?"
"I would've slept better if Wanda hadn't kicked me all night." You tease, glancing at Wanda, who rolls her eyes in amusement. "At least I don't snore."
"Excuse me? Neither do I." You retort with a grimace, but the redhead raises her eyebrows, crossing her arms afterwards. "True, you almost growl."
"Oh no Maximoff, you didn't." You say, narrowing your eyes at her, and it takes only a second for Wanda to understand your intentions.
"No," she says firmly, a finger raised warningly in your direction. But it's too late. With one swift movement, you advance against her, tickling her.
"No, Y/n, stop!" she pleads amidst giggles trying desperately to hold your arms. "Stop." She scolds when she finally manages to catch your wrists, her eyes in admonishment on yours, but you smile amused.
In response, you lean in and deposit a small kiss on the tip of Wanda's nose. "You idiot." She mumbles, pulling away from you, hating how her cheeks seem to catch fire.
Your parents, who were watching the scene amused, giggle, and soon you are talking and eating together.
Not long after you have sat down, your father's cell phone rings and he frowns when he sees the name on the screen. "It's Banner. I need to take this, it may be important." He says, and when your mother nods in agreement, he looks at the two of you apologetically. "Sorry, guys, excuse me."
Then your father is leaving the room and heading for the study, and the three of you continue your breakfast. Not long after, however, he appears at the door again. "Honey, where do you write down our finances?"
"Excuse me, darlings, that one over there can't find anything by himself." Your mother comments with amusement as she gets up and you and Wanda giggle. When the two of you are left alone in the kitchen, you look at the redhead. "Do I really snore?"
"A little." She answers and, noticing your disgruntled expression, she hastens to add, "But it's almost nothing! It's kinda cute, actually." She says and you smile. Feeling her cheeks start to heat up again, she decides to change the subject. "Did I kick you during the night?"
"Nah, you didn't even move. You look like you're dead." You respond casually and Wanda immediately opens her mouth in an offended 'o'. "Y/n!" She complains and you giggle.
"I hate you." She says, nudging you lightly, and you chuckle. Your family returns shortly after, telling you what Bruce's call was about.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Wanda, and try to ignore the uneven beating of your heart.
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At lunchtime, your parents decide to have a barbecue, since it was not snowing today.
Outside, in the covered area, you and Tony set up the grill, the accumulated snow from the previous days making the surrounding scenery even more beautiful.
You chat about a variety of things, from reliving some of your childhood moments and talking about relatives you haven't seen in a long time, to plans for the future and the stock values of the company.
"You're just like your old man." Tony eventually comments with a smile, stirring the meats on the grill, and you frown in confusion, but return the smile. "What do you mean?"
"Well, it also took me a long time to realize I loved your mom." He explains and you finally understand that he's talking about Wanda. "I was always a complete disaster when it came to this love stuff, you know?"
You smile at your father's nostalgic expression, enjoying the way he talks about him and your mother. "I didn't realize your mother was the love of my life until years after we met. Luckily, she waited for me. I'm glad yours waited for you too."
Faced with that, you just nod for a moment. It was confusing, to say the least. And even though it had recently resurfaced, none of those feelings were new. But they were wrong, so you would keep them hidden, as you always did.
"Yeah, me too." You make a way to finally respond, trying to sound as genuine as possible. Your voice comes out unconvincing anyway, but your father doesn't seem to notice.
In an attempt to push all those conflicting thoughts out of your mind, you go back to asking about the company.
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"Wanda, dear, would you mind helping me with lunch?" Pepper asks as soon as she sees the redhead coming down the stairs, and she smiles promptly as she approaches the older woman. "Of course not, Mrs. Stark, it would be my pleasure."
"Please, you can just call me Pepper." Pepper says tenderly and Wanda flashes her a shy smile in response. "Here, can you cut these for me?" Your mother asks, pointing to the tomatoes on the counter, and Wanda rushes over to them. "Sure."
"Good hands for cooking, I see." Pepper comments after a few minutes of silence, and Wanda chuckles politely. "Yeah, I like cooking, it helps me relax." She tells and the blonde nods with a tender smile. "That's nice."
Working together in the kitchen just the two of them, the redhead can't help but feel increasingly nervous.
Wanda already knew your family, of course, and she knew they liked her as well as she liked them. But this time it was different. Nothing had changed between you and her, but your parents had no idea.
And if there's one thing the redhead realized over the years, it's that your parents loved you enough to protect you from everything they could protect you from. And that's where her apprehension crept in.
In their eyes, she was your girlfriend now. And this would obviously come with a series of uncertainties and possible "dangers" for you.
She wonders how long it will be before they decide to have the talk. With Pepper's next words, she realizes that not even a little.
"Look, Wanda," the woman begins, stopping preparing the salad she was making and looking at her. The redhead feels like she should do the same, so she rests her knife on the countertop and turns her attention back to the other woman.
"It's my duty as a mother to have this conversation, especially after what happened with... That girl." Pepper adds the last words in disgust and Wanda swallows dryly. She would never want to earn that woman's contempt.
"But I know you, I know you would never hurt Y/n." The next words did not hint at the direction Wanda expected that conversation to take. In an attempt to disguise her surprise, the redhead blinks a few times, smiling in agreement afterwards.
"You know, I would never say this, of course, but since you two are together now, I guess it's okay." The blonde continues her monologue with a broad smile, but Wanda crosses her arms tightly against her chest in discomfort. "I've always wished with all my heart that you guys would be together."
"Oh." The redhead lets it slip with that confession. So innocent given the circumstances you and Wanda have created. A pity Pepper has no idea of the outsized weight those words have on the redhead. With the fond smile on the woman's face, she doesn't even seem to take notice.
"You seem so happy together, you bring out the best in each other and that's wonderful..." She continues, but noticing that she has been talking for too long, she lets out a small giggle, waving her hands dismissively. "I'm sorry, I'm just really happy you two are finally united."
"It's okay." Wanda uses her words finally, ignoring the effort the action requires. "I'm... I'm very happy too." She replies almost in a whisper, which the woman in front of her misinterprets as shyness.
"But still, I beg you." Pepper says, approaching the redhead and placing her hands on the sides of her arms in a mixed posture of affection and pleading. "Please, Wanda, be good to my child."
"I will, I-" Wanda replies, but stops when the lump in her throat hurts more than she can bear. Blinking a few times to keep away the tears that begin to pool in the corners of her eyes, she breathes in heavily.
"If I can, I will be." The redhead completes eventually, the subtly ambiguous meaning imperceptible to Pepper, who smiles gratefully. Wanda, however, feels her heart breaking at that line, at that situation. She would love to be able to, but she never would.
"Are you really cornering my girlfriend right now, Mom?" You arrive in the kitchen then, interrupting the moment, and Wanda doesn't know whether to feel grateful or not.
"Of course not!" Your mother replies amidst a giggle, "we're just talking." She then explains and Wanda nods in agreement, but you look at the two of them suspiciously.
"Okaay," you reply unconvinced, drawing another giggle from the older woman. "Dad's calling you guys, the meat is almost done."
"Alright, I'll bring the salad." Your mother says, already picking up the platter she has beautifully organized and hurrying to the outside of the house. You look at Wanda then, smiling amused, but she barely returns it, looking away from you shortly thereafter.
"Hey," you call softly, placing your hand gently on the redhead's shoulder. But she still doesn't look at you, her attention on one of the pans on the stove as she takes it in her hands. You frown. "Are you okay?"
"Of course," she replies too eagerly, turning to you with a smile that you've known her long enough to know is fake. Before you can comment on that, she adds, "let's go now. Let's not keep them waiting."
You watch Wanda walk away with hurried steps. Confused and worried, you follow her.
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A few days have passed since the event in the kitchen and things haven't gotten any easier.
In fact, with each passing day everything seems to get more unbearable, more overwhelming. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but, damn it, did it need to be this hard?
Everything hurts. The way you treat her in front of your parents hurts, the way Tony and Pepper look at her like she's part of the family now hurts, the fact that it's all just make-believe hurts...
She just wanted it all to be over. She needed it to. At least it was ending, just a few more days. After that everything would go back to normal. So she hoped, at least.
"Hey, love, have you seen my phone?" You ask casually as you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet from the shower. "You don't have to call me that, Y/n, your parents are not here." Wanda replies harshly, without even raising her eyes from the book she was reading.
"Oh, y-yeah, sure." You agree with an awkward giggle, the name having escaped your lips with ease. "I didn't know, so I didn't want to risk it, you know?" You make up an excuse, but Wanda doesn't even react, her eyes still on the pages of the book.
"Well, my parents had invited us for hot chocolate by the fire this morning. Join us when you can, okay?" You invite then, and receive only a hum in confirmation.
Wanda has been acting weird these past few days. You're not an idiot, of course you've noticed. Still, you had no idea why. Maybe you shouldn't have insisted that she come, maybe she had better plans for the holiday than to come here.
Whatever it was, she clearly didn't want to talk about it. So, even though it hurts immensely, you decide to give her the space she needs.
With one last smile, which she also missed because she was still ignoring your presence, you leave the room.
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A little over an hour passes after you leave the room and Wanda puts the book aside, shoving her face in her hands guiltily.
She shouldn't have taken her frustrations out on you, it's not your fault she liked you more than she Huffing Snorting, the redhead gets out of bed and puts on something warmer before going downstairs.
Outside the house, a few feet away, she sees Tony and Pepper cuddled up together, sitting on a log in front of the fire. But oddly, there's no sign of you.
"Where's Y/n?" She asks as soon as she approaches the couple, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Went out for a walk." Tony replies simply and Wanda nods, sitting down on the log facing theirs on the other side of the fire.
"Is everything okay between you two?" Pepper asks after a few moments, seeming to scan her with her eyes, and Wanda feels the urge to look away.
"Yes," she replies, but feeling her voice coming out uncertain, she adds, "of course." The woman then nods in agreement, but Wanda can't tell if she actually believed her or not. "Why?"
"Y/n seemed a little upset before leaving." She replies, looking at her knowingly, and Wanda closes her eyes briefly. She must be the worst friend in the world.
"I bet it's not a big deal, you must be overthinking it." Tony says next, shrugging casually. "The kid probably just wanted some time alone, we need that sometimes."
"Yeah, maybe you're right." Pepper agrees, snuggling up against her husband next. All Wanda can do is nod slowly, concern evident in her every feature.
"Please, Wanda, help yourself." Your mother suggests then, indicating the bottle of hot chocolate and mugs on a nearby small table, and Wanda returns the other's fond smile with a small one.
"Thanks." She murmurs as she stands up and pours herself the hot drink, returning to her previous position on the log soon after.
The trio remains silent then, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the sweetness of the drink. But all Wanda can do is think about you.
It wasn't fair, none of it was fair. She needed to talk to you. As scary as it was, she needed to tell you the truth. Taking a long sip of her hot chocolate, she tries to muster the courage to do so.
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A few hours have passed since you left. Wanda is in your shared room now, pacing back and forth as her thoughts form a whirlwind in her mind.
Before she can worry about you any longer, the bedroom door opens, and you enter the room immediately. Without a second thought, the redhead walks over to you. "We need to-"
"I was wrong." You interrupt her, visibly disturbed by whatever is on your mind right now, and Wanda decides to allow you to speak first. With a nod of her head, the redhead encourages you to continue and you do so.
"I said my feelings for you were gone, they're not. They're back." You confess and Wanda's breathing hitches. Having all thoughts driven from her mind, the redhead finds herself unable to speak, and you take advantage of the silence to keep going.
"The truth is I shut them down because I thought I'd never get a chance with you. And I learned to live with them without affecting our friendship. But this holiday, with you... It's all back again. And it was so hard to keep in mind that this was all pretend..."
You stop talking when you see Wanda completely reactionless in front of you. But you already started that mess, you might as well just finish it. Swallowing hard, you go on. "I'm sorry if I'm ruining our friendship right now, but I can't keep it to myself anymore. And if you-"
Your endless monologue is cut short by Wanda stepping forward, her hands on the sides of your face as her lips crash against yours.
It takes a single second for the shock to go away and you match the kiss just as eagerly, your arms wrapping around the redhead's waist and pulling her as close to you as you possibly can.
When breathing becomes an issue, you two pull your faces just far enough apart, your foreheads touching as you remain embraced.
"You were the reason I broke up with Jean." Wanda confesses breathlessly after a while and, noticing your astonished expression, explains, "I realized I was starting to like you, and so I broke up with her. But then you started dating Shuri and I thought it was better not to talk about it."
"What?" you let out, unable to speak anything else due to the surprise of that revelation and Wanda laughs, her fingertips playing with the hair on the back of your neck, "I know, perfect timing for us." She comments sarcastically and you laugh.
"Well, we're here now. We don't have to worry about timing anymore." You say, an ear-to-ear grin on your lips and Wanda smiles, biting her lip as she nods. "We don't." She agrees, and with a contented giggle, you lean in again, the redhead meeting you halfway.
As you kiss her deeply, Wanda smiles to herself remembering her brother's words. Maybe Christmas miracles do exist after all.
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Words to describe facial expressions
Absent: preoccupied
Agonized: as if in pain or tormented
Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire
Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest
Beatific: blissful
Black: angry or sad, or hostile
Bleak: hopeless
Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern
Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent
Brooding: anxious and gloomy
Bug eyed: frightened or surprised
Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed
Cheeky: cocky, insolent
Cheerless: sad
Choleric: hot-tempered, irate
Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings
Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor
Despondent: depressed or discouraged
Doleful: sad or afflicted
Dour: stern or obstinate
Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing
Ecstatic: delighted or entranced
Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible
Fixed: concentrated or immobile
Gazing: staring intently
Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive
Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion
Grim: fatalistic or pessimistic
Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness
Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty
Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism
Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant
Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit
Jeering: insulting or mocking
Languid: lazy or weak
Leering: sexually suggestive
Mild: easygoing
Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful
Pained: affected with discomfort or pain
Peering: with curiosity or suspicion
Peeved: annoyed
Pleading: seeking apology or assistance
Quizzical: questioning or confused
Radiant: bright, happy
Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident
Sardonic: mocking
Sour: unpleasant
Sullen: resentful
Vacant: blank or stupid looking
Wan: pale, sickly
Wary: cautious or cunning
Wide eyed: frightened or surprised
Withering: devastating
Wrathful: indignant or vengeful
Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling
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Writing pirates: Pirates vs Privateers (part one)
Before we dive into the glamour and destruction of a pirate’s life, it’s important to establish and difference between the crews who operated the seven seas in the 1700s.
PIRATES
A group of men who robbed and plundered the sea, but also committed felonies, robberies and murders in any haven, river or creek where the Lord High Admiral had jurisdiction.
The Lord High of Admiral = The ceremonial head of the Royal Navy (also known as someone who appears to be in charge, but holds very little influence, like most monarchs today)
Jurisdiction: The official power to make legal decisions and judgements
BUCCANEER
Pirates who preyed on Spanish ships and ports in the Caribbean Sea. To Spain, they were nothing more than ordinary pirates, but for their nations, they were much more than that.
Spain strived to keep all their possessions from the rest of the world, and the rise of buccaneers came apparent when the English occupied Jamaica, which provided them with a base to attack Spanish settlements.
CORSAIRS
Pirates (and privateers) who operated in North Africa. Their base primarily in the ports of Salé, Rabat, Algiers, Tunis, and Tripoli.
(also referred to as: barbary pirates, barbary corsairs or ottoman corsairs)
PRIVATEER
An armed vessel, consisting of a commander and his crew, who was licensed to attack, seize and loot ships of hostile nations.
The license was issued in form of a document, which was called the Letter of Marque (and Reprisal, LOMAR for short). The letter was written in ponderous legal phrases, and decorated with an elaborate pen and ink flourishes.
The Captain, or commander, of the ship, was expected to keep a journal, as well as hand over ships to the Admiralty court to be assessed and valued. A proportion of the ship’s value went to the sovereign, while the rest was divided between the owners of the ship, the captain, and his crew.
Admiralty court: jurisdiction over maritime law, including cases regarding shipping, ocean, and sea laws
Sovereign: king, queen, or other royal ruler of a country
An authorized privateer, and get this, was recognized by law, and could not be prosecuted for piracy, which in turn caused the system to be wide open for abuse, and most privateers were nothing more than licensed pirates.
Privateers, in simpler words, were basically pirates with papers. They were hired to carry out military activities, and in many ways, their actions mirrored a pirate’s, only difference being, they couldn’t be prosecuted for the crimes they committed.
Also, fun fact! In the 1700s, also known as the golden era of piracy, 98% of the men operating as pirates in the Caribbean and western Atlantic, had formerly either been seamen in the merchant service, the Royal Navy, or even served as privateers.
Not every man suffered the same fate, however. Captain Woodes Rogers, a former privateer, became the first Royal Governor over the Bahamas, and was tasked with the dangerous mission of establishing a well-organized government, that would force every last pirate in the Nassau to surrender. [x]
Today, both privateer and buccaneer are being used as a synonym for pirates, but it’s important to know that in the golden era, they were not the same.
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Writer's Guide: Writing about Alcoholic Drinks and Cocktails
Or how to write believable bar and nightclub scenes. I often find myself helping friends with their WIPs and often it as a bartender, I find myself having to correct them on bar and mixology terminology. So here's my quick guide to keeping your lingo on the straight and narrow.
Terminology
DASH/SPLASH: a drop of a mixer such as juice or flavouring.
MIXER: non alcholic beveraged served with the measure of alcohol in the same glass.
NEAT: Plain, without any addition of ice or a mixture. Just the alcohol.
ON THE ROCKS: Served over Ice.
STRAIGHT UP: The cocktail is chilled with ice and strained into a glass with no ice
DIRTY – if somebody asks for a dirty martini, you add olive juice, the more juice the dirtier it is
DRY- A dry martini includes a drop of vermouth and an extra dry martini contains a drop of scotch swirled in the glass and drained before adding the gin
BACK – a ‘back’ is a drink that accompanies an alcholic beverage such as water or Coke, but isn't mixed.
GARNISH – something added to a drink such as a lime or lemon or orange.
TWIST - a twist is literally a twist of fruit skin in the drink.
BITTERS – a herbal alcoholic blend added to cocktails.
RIMMED - the glass is coated in salt or sugar to enhance the taste.
VIRGIN- non alcoholic
MOCKTAIL- a virgin cocktail
DOUBLE - Two measures of the same alcohol in the same glass. A bartender can only legally serve a double in the same glass. They cannot serve you a triple.
Equipment
COCKTAIL SHAKER - it is a metal cup that fits into a glass, used to shake the components of your drink together with ice to chill it.
STRAINER- used to seperate ice in the shaker from the liquid within as you pour it into the glass.
MEASURES- these are little metal cylinders meant to measure out the pours of the alcohol. You pour the alcohol from the bottle into the measure and then put it into the glass. It's imperative that the right measure goes into the glass or the drink will taste of shit.
BAR SPOON – a long spoon meant to mix the drink.
OPTIC- it is a mechanism that attaches a bottle to an automatic pourer. The bartender usually fits the glass under the spout and pushes up to release the amount which cuts off at the single measure.
SHOT GLASS- a shot glass is a small glass to contain one measure
PINT GLASS- a glass used for serving pints of lager or ale
HALF PINT GLASS - a tulip shaped glass half the measure of a pint glass
SPEEDWELL/TAPS/DRAFT: are the taps used to pour beer from kegs stored under the bar floor.
SLIM JIM/HIGH BALL GLASS- It is a tall straight holding 8 to 12 ounces and used for cocktails served on the rocks such as a Gin and Tonic.
ROCKS GLASS - or an old fashioned glass, it is short and round. These glasses are used for drinks such as Old Fashioneds or Sazerac
COUPE GLASS- Are broad round stemmed glasses used for cocktails that are chill and served without ice such as a Manhattan, Boulevardier or a Gimlet
MARTINI GLASS - a martini glass is that classic stemmed "v" shaped glass, used to serve drinks without mixers such as Martini and Cosmopolitans
MARGARITA GLASS - is a large, round bowl like glass with a broad and a tall stem used for Margaritas and Daiquiris
HURRICANE GLASS- a tall tulip-like shaped glass with a flared rim and short stem. It holds 20 ounces which means it is the perfect glass to serve iced cocktails in such as Pina Colada, Singapore Sling, Hurricane
Alcoholic Drinks
Vodka- Vodka is made from potatoes or fermented cereal grains. It has a strong taste and scent. It is usually consumed neat with a mixer such as Coke or Orange juice or cranberry juice or in cocktails like Martini, Bloody Mary and Cosmopolitan.
Whisky/Whiskey- Whiskey is a distilled alcoholic beverage, made from fermented grain mash such as barley, corn, rye, and wheat. It gets its flavour form being fermented in casks for long period of time. When serving a whiskey, one asks whether they want ice or a mixer. Everyone has their own preference. I prefer mine like myself, strong and Irish. Scotch is Scottish Brewed whisky.
Rum- Rum is made by fermenting and distilling sugarcane molasses/juice. It is aged in oak barrels. It has a sweet taste.
Beer: is made out of cereal grains and served chilled in bottles or pulled from taps/speedwells.
Ale: Ale in the middle ages referred to beer brewed without hops (a kind of flowering plant that gives beer its bitter taste). It is sweeter and would typically have a fruity aftertaste.
Stout- is a darker beer sometimes brewed from roasted malt, coming in a sweet version and dry version, the most famous stout being Guinness.
Poitín- (pronounced as pot-cheen) is made from cereals, grain, whey, sugar beet, molasses and potatoes. It is a Dangerous Drink (honestly i still don't know how I ended up in that field with a traffic cone and a Shetland pony) and technically illegal. Country folk in Ireland used to brew it in secrets in stills hidden on their land.
Vermouth: Is made from infused with roots, barks, flowers, seeds, herbs, spices, brandy but vermouth is classed aromatized wine. It comes sweet or dry
Gin- is made from juniper, coriander, citrus peel, cinnamon, almond or liquorice and grain alcohol. Gin has a strong scent and taste and is usually served in a martini or a tonic water.
Schnapps- refers to any strong, clear alcoholic beverage. It is considered one of the best types of spirits because of its pure and delicate aroma. Lesson: never drink peach schnapps.
Cocktails and Drinks
Irish Coffee: an Irish coffee is adding whiskey to coffee and sugar and topping it with cream. As a bartender, I would honestly rather cut my arm off than make one of these.
Baby Guinness: Is a shot made by pouting Tia Maria or Kaluah into a shot glass and spreading Baileys on the top so it looks like a small pint of Guinness.
Silver Bullet: a shot of mixed tequila and sambuca.
Long Island Iced Tea: The Long Island contains vodka, gin, tequila, light rum, lemon juice, triple sec and cola. It has a real kick.
Mai Tai: is made with light and dark rum, lime juice, orange curacao, orgeat syrup and rock candy syrup and served with a mint garnish.
Manhattan: The Manhattan is made with rye whiskey, sweet vermouth and bitters.
Margarita: The margarita is made with tequila, cointreau and lime juice.
Mojito: a mojito is made with muddled mint, white rum, lime juice, simple syrup and soda.
Martini: a martini is made of gin, dry vermouth and garnished with a lemon twist or olives.
Mimosa: a mimosa is a made with sparkling wine and orange juice.
Mint Julep: Made with Kentucky bourbon, simple syrup, mint leaves and crushed ice
Pina Colada: is made with white rum, dark rum, pineapple juice and coconut cream
Screwdriver: Vodka and Orange juice
Tequila Sunrise: tequila, orange juice and grenadine
Tom Collins: made with spiked lemonade, sparkling water, lemon juice, simple syrup and gin
Whiskey Sour: is made with powdered sugar, seltzer, lemon juice and whiskey.
White Russian: made with vodka, coffee liqueur and cream.
Black Russian: made with two parts coffee liqueur and five parts vodka.
Gin and Tonic: gin served with tonic water
Bloody Mary: made with vodka and tomato juice mixed with lemon juice, hot sauce, Worcestershire sauce, horseradish, fresh herbs, brown sugar and cracked black pepper.
Brandy Alexander: served straight up and made with brandy, cognac, creme de cacao and cream
Cosmopolitan: Made with citrus vodka, Cointreau, cranberry juice and fresh lime juice
Daiquiri: made with rum, lime juice and sugar.
Gimlet: gin and lime juice
My Top 10 Bartending Rules and Responsibilities
Overpouring is never an option. You can seriously hurt somebody by overpouring, not to mention spoil the drink and ruin your sales. You only serve people what they ask and never more.
When somebody has had enough, you stop serving them. After a while, you know when to cut somebody off.
Never leave bottles on the counter or in reach of customers. Your expensive spirits should never be in reach of anybody but you.
If you tell somebody your selling them premium and top shelf alcohol, you cannot substitute with cheaper licqor. It's illegal.
As a bartender, your eyes always have to be scanning a crowd. You can't leave people hanging.
The golden rule - if you see somebody messing with someone's drink, you chuck it if you can or warn the person. And you get that son of a bitch out of your pub.
50% of the job is cleaning. You have to clean your tools constantly. You cannot reuse measures and spouts, you have to wash everything. Beer traps are clean out every night, rubber mats are washed and anything you have used has to be clean.
You have to hand dry your glasses. You never polish a pint glass as it fucks up the pint. You polish your cocktail glasses, shot glasses and straight glasses.
If someone seems down or on their own, you try make conversation. Often you'll hear some disturbing stuff but always try lend an ear or make everyone feel included.
If you break a glass in the ice bucket, you got to get rid of the ice.
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Accident
Yelena got into an accident during the missions. You are and always will be by her side.
Yelena Belova X reader, angst, happy ending, one shot
Yelena didn't ask for that. You most definitely didn't ask for that. You planned every single detail of your third anniversary. Custom made eclairs from her favourite bakery, candles with the scent she adored, pendant you designed yourself.
Now you were holding a tiny golden lioness in your hand praying for your woman to wake up.
It was your fault. Somewhere during that day you were the one who had to distract her. You've seen it hundreds of times. Yelena lazily stretching in your bed, yawning while brushing her teeth, moaning in your kisses, putting on her lucky t-shirt, touching your forehead with hers. "На удачу" (for good luck).
She always looked back at you at the door as if to make sure you were still there. Not a mirage but a real person. Not a dream but a reality.
She would always come back. Hours, days, weeks, months. Didn't matter. She would always come back to you. Injured, victorious, lost, scared or triumphant. She would share all that with you.
You loved that time. That intimacy. Patching her up or lulling her to sleep while she was going on and on about her mission, usually asking a certain question in the end.
"you think I did everything I could?"
"I'm sure of that, love. You did everything right."
She didn't care about anyone's opinion but yours. You didn't care about anyone but her.
That time you were waiting for Yelena to return the same day. With a smile and fire in her eyes. With bravado that only winner could have.
But instead you got a call. From Yelena's boss. From Val.
"Y/N we need you at our hospital. Yelena is... Well... You'd better see yourself."
You were running out of air, of time, of reality. Yelena was in pain, you felt it.
When you rushed into the room you wanted to wail. Your woman was covered in blood, with tubes sticking out of her body. Body you knew so well, you adored, you felt with your lips and fingers thousands of times.
She couldn't breath on her own. Artificial ventilation. Bruises and cuts. Who could do that to her.
You felt someone touching your shoulder. It was Val. Unexpectedly without the mannerism you and Yelena hated so much.
"I'm so sorry. there was a chase. She got into an accident."
"how... How is she?" You were feeling words being stuck in your throat. You could concentrate only on the beeping of medical equipment. Was it Yelena's pulse or was it just an annoying reminder of every passing second.
"she's a... We don't know yet." Val sighed. "If you need anything just let me know. I swear we're doing everything for her."
You bet they did. She was their best assassin. Skillful and resourceful. Talented and experienced. A treasure.
You came closer. Her steady breathing, closed eyes. You could say she was dreaming. Maybe dreaming of a different day.
You leaned towards her. You wanted to say something reassuring, something inspiring. But you couldn't. You started crying.
It all happened two weeks ago. Today was a day of your anniversary. No sign of improvement. Val kept her promise. Best doctors and nurses were taking care of Yelena.
All this time you didn't sleep well, barely eaten anything, were suffering from dehydration. You didn't go home. You stayed with your woman.
"Happy anniversary, love." You whispered and kissed her forehead. "На удачу. (For good luck), remember?"
You didn't expect an answer. You expected nothing but this point. Being drived mad by guilt and despair.
The only good thing was that Yelena was breathing on her own.
But suddenly there was a weak sigh of change. Sound of hope. Weak groan. You were sure you were imagining things. Until there it was again.
"Doctor! Something's going on!"
The whole floor heard you. In a minute your room was full of personnel. In two minutes Yelena opened her eyes.
You were choking on your own tears. Shaking and struggling to stay on your feet.
Yelena was searching someone with her eyes, not being able to speak.
She found you, she called for you, she needed you.
"I'm here, love. Always with you."
You touched her forehead with yours. На удачу (for good luck), на счастливое будущее (for happy future).
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