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guccifrog · 5 months

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THINK FAST

chris sturniolo × f!reader

summary: where a silly dare leads to a lot of unexpected events

disclaimer : ⁱ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ⁱ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒ ⁱ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵗʰᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ

part2 part3

think fast ᵈᵒᵐⁱⁿⁱᶜ ᶠⁱᵏᵉ//ᶠᵉᵃᵗ.ʷᵉᵉᶻᵉʳ ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

y/n's pov ☆

"y/n are you even listening?" she sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically. I smiled apologetically and looked around. The hallway was crowded with students, all hurrying to their next class. The lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow over the sea of backpacks.

It was the middle of the day, but it felt like the end of the world. I glanced back at the girl standing next to me, her hands on her hips. She was shorter than me by a good six inches, with dark brown curly hair that was currently pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her eyes were a piercing shade of blue, and she had the most perfect nose I'd ever seen.

Her name was Jane, and we'd been friends since freshman year. We'd bonded over our love of music, and shit talking sessions in the back of the class. In fact, it was because of her that I decided to learn the guitar in the first place. She also had this uncanny ability to know what song I needed to hear at any given moment. I smiled as I looked up and noticed her expression soften. "You okay?" she asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged, trying to play it off. "Yeah, I'm fine" She nodded. "You know where we're going after school?" she asked, changing the subject. I shook my head. "No, what are we doing?" She grinned. "Remember that one abandoned park Dylan was talking about? I think we should check it out." I grinned back. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. That could be fun." Jane grinned wider. "someone said they're bringing alcohol too." we started laughing.

"Oh, this should be good." we continued down the hall, already making plans for the rest of the day. As we turned the corner, a loud commotion caught our attention. A group of 3 boys and 2 girls who I recognized as the annoying rich kids from our school were arguing outside of the principal's office.

Jane nudged me with her elbow. "You know they're gonna get into something they can't handle," she whispered. I just shrugged. "Probably," I agreed. "We should probably keep walking" Just as we were about to continue down the hall, one of the three boys seemed to notice me and jane standing there. His eyes narrowed and he shot me a hateful look before turning back to the others. I recognized him as Chris Sturniolo, the most popular jerk in our grade. he was always surrounded by a bunch of fake friends and girls who were too dumb to realize he was using them.

I glanced at Jane, who was watching the scene unfold with a knowing expression on her face. "You okay?" I asked, reaching out to take her hand. She squeezed it reassuringly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just keep walking." we continued down the hall, avoiding eye contact with the group in front of us.

As we turned the corner, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. "You know, Jane, I've never liked those little bitches," I confessed, "but I don't think they're worth starting anything with." Jane shrugged. "Maybe not, but you never know what they're capable of." She paused, then added with a grin, "Besides, I think you could take them in a fight."

We continued down the hall, our conversation drifting to other topics. Jane told me about this new band she'd discovered, and I filled her in on a funny meme I'd seen online. The school day seemed to fly by, and before we knew it, it was time to head to our lockers to gather our stuff for the abandoned park. We met up with Dylan and the others, exchanged a few quick hellos, and made our way out of the building.

The sun was beginning to set by the time we arrived at the park. It was deserted, just as Dylan had promised. We found a spot near a large tree and started to unpack our things. Jane and I sat down, leaning against the tree, while the others began to pass around a flask. Soft music filled the air, as Jane pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I took it, and she lit us both up. The smoke curled up into the air, mixing with the scent of the grass.

"I'm getting bored let's do something," Dylan suggested, tossing a tennis ball into the air."let's play true or dare," one of the girls that I didn't remember the name of chimed in. "it's more fun than just sitting here." the others nodded in agreement, and we gathered in a circle around a patch of soft grass. dylan was the first to volunteer for truth or dare, and Jane grinned, looking him up and down before she spoke. "truth or dare?"

"Truth," he replied, confidently. "pussy" I teased making him roll his eyes. "Do you like amber?" Jane asked, nodding towards another girl in the group who was passed out on the grass. Dylan grinned, and everyone leaned in a little closer to hear his response. "No, I don't like her," he said, looking amused. The others burst out laughing, and Jane smiled, shaking her head. "Your turn."

The game continued in this way, with everyone taking turns answering truths or dares. The dares became increasingly risque as the night went on, but everyone seemed to be having a good time.

"y/n truth or dare? You've been looking rather quiet tonight," Jane teased, nudging me with her shoulder. "Dare," I replied "I'm not a pussy like some people," she laughed, rolling her eyes.

"wait Jane I have an idea for a dare," the girl with the flask suggested, a lazy grin playing on her lips. "this is gonna be a little risky but it's fun" She looked around the circle, getting everyone's attention.

"I dare you to…" she paused, her voice lowering to a whisper, "break into Christopher Sturniolo's house and steal a pair of his boxers" The group erupted into laughter, some finding it hilarious, others just amused. "are you serious?" Dylan asked, his eyes wide. "yeah, it's just down the street, and his parents are always out of town" she shrugged, taking another sip from the flask.

I glanced at Jane, and she looked nervous. "I don't know, that sounds kinda sketchy, and you know we don't really fuck with the populars" she said, her voice shaking slightly. "But if you think you can do it, go for it." The others murmured in agreement.

"Alright, a dare is a dare," I said, standing up. "let's go bitches" The others cheered, and I felt a mixture of excitement and fear. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

the group and I walked down the street, the air cool against our skin. It was getting darker, and the lights in the houses began to flicker on, casting long creepy shadows across the sidewalk. I felt a knot of nervousness in my stomach as we approached the house in question. It was huge, and there was a fancy car in the driveway. I had no idea how we were going to get inside.

"follow me" the girl that dared me whispered, taking off at a jog towards the side of the house. I hesitantly followed, my heart racing as we snuck around the corner" How do you know your way around" Jake one of the guys from our group asked, his voice low. "none of your business" she snapped back, not taking her eyes off the house.

The girl stopped at a window, looking in for a moment before grinning and reaching out to twist the handle. The window slid open with a soft click " This is Chris's room" she whispered, gesturing for me to climb inside "We'll wait for you here you go get the boxers and try not to take too long," Jane hissed, leaning against a tree with the others.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling the cool glass against my palm, before carefully pushing off and climbing through the window. The inside of the house was dark and silent, and I had to squint to see anything.

I crept across the room, careful not to make a sound. There was a large bed with a black-and-white comforter, and two doors on opposite sides of the room. One of them was closed, but the other was slightly open. I inched closer, peering inside. It was a walk-in closet, with rows of clothes hanging neatly from the walls.

I scanned the rows, searching for a pair of boxers. After a moment, I spotted them: a bright blue pair with a white waistband. I reached out to grab them, but as I did, I heard a noise from outside the window. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. Had we been caught?

As I listened intently, the noise grew louder. It sounded like…footsteps? Great, now what? I debated what to do for a moment, then quickly ducked back into the walk-in closet, hiding behind a rack of clothes. Peeking out, I saw a tall figure moving through the room, searching for something.

I held my breath, hardly daring to move. The figure paused by the window, seemingly unaware of me hiding just a few feet away. After a moment, they turned and left the room, disappearing down the hallway. My heart raced as I waited for what felt like an eternity, but eventually, I heard nothing else.

I poked my head back out of the closet. The room was still empty. Quickly, I made my way out of the closet with the blue boxers in hand, hurrying back to the window. It was closed. I frowned, wondering how that was possible when I'm sure I left it open. I glanced around, There was no time to waste, the others would start to worry. I reached up and tried to open the window again, but it wouldn't budge. It was locked.

Panic started to set in as I searched the room for another way out. There was a door on the other side of the room, but it was also locked. I checked the closet again, just in case there was another window, but there wasn't. Desperate, I began to look around the room, searching for anything that might help me escape.

"what the fuck are you doing?" a familiar voice behind me asked, making me jump.

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taglist ☆

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starrygetou · 26 days

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I AM Your Girlfriend

tags: yuri!nanago (finally branching out, we cheered), H.I. trio are all happy and besties, college au

w.c: 700ish

a.n: originally this was gonna be stsg but somehow the nanago train hit me and they just made more sense w/ this scenario. i’ve been thinking about this scenario nonstop the past like … 3 days. and, i wanted to go deeper and ?maybe? get a lil smutty but i decided to keep it classy for once. (divider creds)

satoru, for the last time, she is NOT your girlfriend. there’s absolutely zero chance,” shoko instills as she grabs another drink from her bag.

“yeah. considering how you treat her in econ freshman year, there’s no way she’d even think about hugging you, let alone dating you.” geto chimes in as she finishes up her lunch, packing her trash and bag away into her bag. satoru lets out a lengthy groan, swishing around the last of her strawberry milk that suddenly doesn’t seem sweet anymore. “so people can’t change? you guys make it seem like i’m a menace,” she pouts.

“because you are,” the other two say in unison.

satoru just sits there, dumbfounded that her two best friends wouldn’t believe that kento is her girlfriend. sure, the two have had a rocky start but things changed after a recent study session between the two.

satoru invited kento over since she needed some help for their literature class, which, satoru didn’t really need help. she just wanted to see kento. and the fact kento said yes?! she would’ve kicked herself for the next 5 years if she missed a chance like this.

everything was going well too! in fact, it felt like kento’s walls were down for once. for the first time, she actually enjoyed being around satoru. finally being able to see past her antics and clown facade she puts on every day before school. sure, kento had a minuscule crush on satoru, but she never let it grow more than a ‘wow, she looks really great today’ which turned into an every day thought.

all these new feelings came rushing to the front of kento’s brain after satoru opens the door, taking note of how blue is definitely her color with these pjs. and how she was also possibly mid night time routine with a paper face mask on, hair pushed back with a cinnomoroll headband with cute floppy ears.

did i come late? no..it’s only 7:30.

maybe she goes to bed early?

did i dress properly?

i think i misunderstood the dress code.

kento, no, there’s no dress code for a study date.

who said this is a date?

why is it so hot??

did i really wind myself out from 3 steps up to the door???

this shirt feels so clingy…

do i wanna kiss her or—

“kento? kento hello???” is what finally bings her back to reality. a hand gently on her shoulder and a separate hand waving in front of her face. “are you good?”

“i’m…great actually. thank you, for inviting me over.” kento smiled at satoru before finally entering.

before satoru is able to recall more of that night, she feels a pair of arms gently wrap around her shoulders from behind, a gentle kiss also being placed on her temple. and that’s when satoru finally loosened, scooting over a bit at the shared table and moving her backpack aside.

“sorry for being a hermit all lunch, i have a—“

“—statistics test. yea i remember that’s today” satoru finishes for her, gently wrapping an arm around kento’s waist as she sits and gets comfortable. “you’re gonna do great! just try to remember the tricks i taught you and you’re golden,” satoru beams up to her girlfriend, the two pecking lips together after which leaves their audience across the table completely dumbfounded at the scene playing in front of their eyes.

“so…you weren’t lying…” suguru breaks her silence in what feels like an eternity.

“that’s a really weird thing to lie about dude. besides! i don’t need to feel insecure about what others think about us,” satoru says looking at suguru before glancing to kento, resting her chin on the other’s shoulder.

“but you…and her…?” shoko stares at kento, not even being able to finish the rest of her chips.

“i will admit, i was *not* a fan of you in the beginning,” kento finally speaks up. satoru responding by pretending to be stabbed in the heart. “but..things do change. and i’m glad they did.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanago #jjk fanfic #nanago fic #yuri!nanago #starrygetou drabbles

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pascaloverx · 5 months

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Hit The Road

Chapter Eleven

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

So much time without remembering anything made your perception of what is real or not become strange. You slept with the man who killed you, almost died for the man you almost killed, and are being hunted by the clan you called family. You spend the whole way back to the Salvatore mansion thinking about it. You knock on the door waiting for someone to open it for you. You're ready to reveal that you finally know everything. Or almost so.

"Y/N, Stefan and Damon left to look for you an hour or so ago. Are you okay?" Elena is in front of me, relieved to see me. To think that she is almost a stranger. Even so she is happy to see you.

"Thanks for your concern, I just needed some time. The fresh air is good, right?" You speak softly trying to be gentle with her.

"Want to keep me company? I'm putting some of my stuff in Damon's room." This sentence pierces you like a sharp needle.

“Are you two…” You can’t get the word out that you want to say, maybe you’re in denial.

"We're giving each other a chance. I know it can't be easy knowing that knowing you and him had a past." Does she notice that talking about it casually doesn't it make it easier?

"The past is the past. I actually came to get my things. I'm going back to where I never should have left." You speak directly and then head towards the guest room where your things are. Some memories start to come back to you about how your history with the Salvatores was repeating itself. You came to kill one of them and ended up falling in love even without your memories. Before you get sentimental, you put everything you own back into the backpack you brought. Then you go towards the front door of the house, coming face to face with Stefan.

"Going somewhere?" Stefan asks curiously as he notices that you have all your things with you.

"My time as a guest here is up. It was good while it lasted but I think it's best to leave." You say, avoiding looking at him. You don't want to talk about your memories coming back so you think it's better not to mention anything about it.

"What's going on? Why this change all of a sudden?" He looks at you with that same sweet look you once fell in love with. But now when he approaches, you fear relive the pain of death. So when Stefan tried to touch you, you jumped back.

"It turns out I don't belong here, I don't want to be a nuisance. So I'm leaving." You say, passing with your things next to Stefan, towards the exit of the mansion.

"You remembered, didn't you?" Stefan asks holding the door as you are leaving.

"Stefan, I need to go. It's what's best for all of us." You say facing him, from a safe distance. As much as you want to get closer, you can't.

"It won't be the best for me. Being away from you would never be pleasant for me." Stefan says honestly, you feel a little nervous. As much as your heart wants to go to him, your mind doesn't allows.

"Live with it. You had a life before me and you'll have one after I'm not here." Being rude might help him get away from you. Right now you feel a little like Damon.

"I can't force you to stay but I need you to know that I want you here. With us." He speaks as if he silently accepts the fact that you also have a relationship with Damon.

"It wasn't our destiny to be together. Neither of us." You see Stefan get a little teary. So you drop your backpack on the floor and walk towards him. Your fingers wipe away his tears and you kiss him. A goodbye kiss. You know you won't see him again. So you kiss him with all your willpower. His arms hold your waist tightly, and you allow yourself to lose yourself in his arms. But the memory of him killing you came to your mind which made you push Stefan away.

"I'll miss you." Stefan says as soon as you walk away. You don't turn back, you move forward without even thinking twice. The path to the cabin is quick given the fact that you are a vampire now. But you didn't expect to get there and see Damon at the entrance.

"So you remembered everything?" Damon says as you approach, trying to enter the cabin without success.

"Get out of here, Damon. You should be with your girlfriend and not here." You speak aggressively, maybe it's jealousy or just a normal reaction to Damon's presence.

"I didn't think you'd come back. I thought it was better if you didn't remember things." He's trying to justify not telling me about my own history sooner.

"Fuck you. Fuck your lame excuse for hiding things from me. If you think me remembering something will make me like you again. You're confusing me with some doppelganger." He seems to have confirmed that you are back to being the same as before. His scoundrel smile is so familiar to you.

"I wish I could kiss you right now." He doesn't seem to take you seriously as he smiles.

"And ruin your chances with Elena? Never. You think you're a man above all else but you're nothing more than a boy who likes to have his whims fulfilled." You point your finger in the middle of Damon's chest. As if accusing him of something.

"If you think that about me, why did you fall in love with me? Why, even with no memory, did you come after me?" He approaches you, looking at you as if he was about to kiss you.

To be continued...

#tvd fanfiction #damon x reader #spotify #reader insert #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #stefan x reader #stefan salvatore fanfiction #stefan salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #matt donovan #tvd characters #hit the road #Spotify

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stackthedeck · 1 year

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homecoming rewrite 🤭

okay so you guys remember my fic let's see how far you've come that's a more comic accurate Peter in the mcu where he's older and more experienced that's just a rewrite of civil war? Yeah I planned to do that with every mcu Spider-Man movie but that was really ambitious but I did write a whole outline for homecoming

The fic loosely followed the plot of homecoming with the vulture and all that, but Ned and MJ already know Peter's Spider-Man. Peter and MJ are on a break because Peter can't prioritize their relationship and he's biting off more than he can chew with hero work. This is why Peter wants Tony to be better and move away from the big picture and look out for the little guy. But I know Tony can't do this, but I also know Peter needs a partner. So the plan was to keep the high school part of homecoming even though the spider trio has already graduated college so I put Miles and Ganke in Peter and Ned's place and replaced Liz Allen with Tiana Toomes. Miles is a big help to Spider-Man because his Uncle Aaron is part of Toomes' gang and Miles learns all the details. Miles is kinda Peter's guy in the chair for this and they'll be an "end credits" scene where Peter teaches him some moves. (the plan was that if I did the whole MCU, Miles would get bit by a spider (made by Tony stealing some of Peter's blood) and take over as Spider-Man while Peter was snapped in infinity war). You know that scene where Peter gets trapped under the rumble at the end of homecoming? Yeah, his "get back up" moment was supposed to be the ring he was going to propose to MJ with falling out of his pocket. God, I wish I had the time and motivation to write this fic!

anyway have a snippet

“Call me if you need anything,” Happy says, “keep me updated.”

Peter laughs nervously. “I appreciate the offer, but this was a one-time thing. I’m not like…a baby Avenger or something.”

“Just a normal Avenger,” Happy says, still not unlocking the door, still crawling through traffic.

“Nope,” Peter says, “nope, absolutely not.”

“Are you su—”

“Listen, this has been great—” Peter rolls down the window, pulling himself through as Happy pointedly does not stop driving “—but I’ve really got to go.”

“I’ll text you,” Happy calls.

“Please don’t,” Peter quietly pleads mostly to himself.

Peter ducks into a nearby alley and changes into his spider suit. He slings his backpack over his shoulder and he’s off. He climbs higher and higher, getting closer to the heart of the city with each swing. The wind stings his face even through the mask, the air reeks of filth and trash, car horns blare and people shout almost just as loud. God, he’s missed this.

Peter gets back to Aunt May’s place and after climbing through the window, flops into bed. Just as he’s pulling the mask off, the bedroom door flies open.

MJ stands in the doorway. Her dark curls are practically glowing in the morning light. She looks like she’s ready to kill him.

“MJ,” Peter sighs with a smile, “light of my life—”

“Cut that shit out, Parker.” Her arms are folded over her chest and her combat boots are still on.

“You can still be the light of my life when we’re on a break,” Peter says.

MJ steps inside the room, closing the door behind her. She uncrosses her arms, revealing she’s got a Daily Bugle brand Spider-Man shirt on. A shirt whose sales Peter doesn’t see a penny of—neither as Spider-Man or the photographer that made him famous. Peter loathes that shirt and MJ only wears it when she’s pissed at him.

“Damn it,” Peter sighs, falling back onto the bed, “before you yell at me, can you crack my back? I can feel my spine digging into my lung.”

“What did you do?” MJ says, glaring at him. Well, Peter assumes she is, he’s got his face buried in his pillow. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t slept in at least 48 hours.

“Got my ass kicked by Captain America,” Peter grumbles.

“I repeat,” MJ says, at least sounding somewhat concerned this time, “what did you do?”

“Got kidnapped by Tony Stark,” Peter sighs.

“Two days Peter,” MJ says. She’s pacing around the room now. Oh shit, she must have been planning this speech. “We agreed to take a break and then you disappeared for two days. I called you to get you to pick up your stuff, but you didn’t answer. Peter, you’re an asshole but you’re not a dick, you wouldn’t ghost me. So I went to your aunt who said you were at Ned’s and Ned said you were with me. But you weren’t with me. Do you know how many times I called you?”

Peter rolls over to dig his phone out of his bag. He turns it off airplane mode and it immediately starts vibrating. “57 times,” Peter says.

“Where were you that you couldn’t answer one of those 57 calls?” MJ asks.

“Germany.”

MJ stops pacing.

“Germany?”

“I don’t have an international phone plan,” Peter says.

“Germany?” MJ repeats.

“I told you—” Peter shrugs “—I got kidnapped by Tony Stark.”

“And got your ass kicked by Captain America.”

“And got my ass kicked by Captain America,” Peter agrees, “which really hurt by the way so can you—?”

“You couldn’t have said something before you left?” MJ asks, pacing again. He probably should have, but there was a lot going on. And it was only two days. The last time Spider-Man disappeared it was only for three days and Peter was fine. Well, he wasn’t fine, he got kidnapped by Kingpin. But the time before that he was gone for a week and that was because he was being hunted for sport and the time before that it was an existential crisis and the time before that—

Yeah, two days is a concerning amount of time. He should have texted.

#ask game #asks

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menfenced · 1 year

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My thoughts on The Last of Us Finale

OK, my mind is spinning and it’s time to get some thoughts down about the finale for tlou.

Obviously, there will be spoilers. I’ll put everything under a cut in this post and then I’ll refrain from reblogging anything from the finale until Tuesday. I’ll tag everything with “tlou” so if you haven’t seen it by then, obviously blacklist that tag or whatever you need to do to keep from being spoiled.

Anyway, let’s go...

First of all, Joel’s dad energy this episode was off the charts. It almost felt like a bit too much too quickly, and I think that’s just because we had that time jump. Joel has been on the road to accepting Ellie as his daughter for several episodes, but episode 8 obviously broke down the last of those barriers. It’s obviously been a while since episode 8, so it makes sense for him to have gotten a lot more comfortable with her, but I also think that part of the reason it felt like a bit too much was because Joel was actually trying too hard.

Ellie has not moved past her latest trauma and the change in her is just as startling as Joel’s. So it makes sense that Joel is trying a bit too hard. He’s trying to help heal her, just like she healed him. He’s trying to be there for her and he’s trying to show her in so many small ways that they are this team. There are the very explicit attempts to cheer her up - finding chef boyardee and offering to teach her guitar, but there’s also really small things like having her hold the gun while he puts on his backpack.

Just a few episodes ago, he wouldn’t let her anywhere near a gun. Now, with this small and honestly unnecessary move, he shows her how much he trusts her and believes in her. It’s not just that Joel wants her to know that she can be happy. He wants her to know that she’s capable and trustworthy. Later, he tells her about Sarah and the things that Sarah would like about her because it’s important to him that she remembers who she is and that she has value. And I think it’s very clear why it’s so important to him that she believes this in light of the story behind his scar.

After Joel’s trauma, he was ready to give everything up. Obviously part of that is because of the immense pain he felt, but I think part of it was also because he didn’t really see his life as having value. He was a dad. And then he wasn’t. His purpose was taken from him and in that moment, he was ready for everything else to end.

But before we get into all that, we get a tiny joyful interlude.

Surprisingly, the scene that made me break down in tears this episode (there’s always one. every fucking episode.) was the giraffe scene. When Bella laughs, you get the smallest glimpse at the old Ellie, and Joel is so happy to see that. He’s so proud of her and so overcome with his hope for her to be happy again, and it’s written all over his face. And it’s completely heartbreaking because you know this is only a moment. And when she says, “So fucking cool,“ the words are just like the old Ellie, but the tone isn’t. She has changed. There is no going back, even if she can still experience happiness sometimes, that underlying sadness is still there.

If they keep going, Joel knows there’s other threats that can get to them. He knows that there’s a safe place out there, so he asks her if they can just go back.

Then Ellie tells Joel that after all she has been there, it has to be for something. There has to be a bigger purpose. Survival in and of itself is not enough for Ellie to justify the suffering she has been through, the suffering she has caused, or the person she has had to become. She needs something bigger to drive her onward. Right now, Ellie doesn’t want to die, but she also doesn’t see the point in going on if survival is all there is to life.

Ellie is pushing forward in this moment because she still feels like she has a purpose, but it’s a purpose that is very removed from her own life and self-worth, and Joel is rightfully worried. If that’s all she cares about, what risks will she take to get there? And if they do get there and the cure doesn’t work, how will Ellie cope with that? So he’s trying to get her to feel something more. He’s trying to get her back to her old self who will fight like hell to survive. And he’s not successful. He accepts that they need to complete this mission, but he doesn’t stop trying to convince Ellie that there’s going to be a reason to keep going once that is done.

He shares the story about his scar and the lesson he learned - you keep going for the people in your life, for family. And he falls back into dad mode, trying to cheer her up with the one thing he knows will work without fail - shitty puns. And he becomes such a dad again. So engrossed that they completely miss the danger sneaking up on them. Joel manages to shield Ellie just barely, but he can’t stop her from being taken away, and when he wakes up, it’s with the same single mindedness of the last time he woke up and she wasn’t there. Where’s Ellie? I need to get to her.

The way this scene is scripted is so good. Joel and Marlene are talking right past each other. This is intentional on Marlene’s part, of course. She needs this to not be personal, to not be about Ellie. Anna was her best friend and she promised to protect her child. So this decision can’t be about Ellie. It has to be about something else. But for Joel? It’s only about Ellie. Every thing he asks is about Ellie and the only things he really hears are the things that tell him what is happening with Ellie. “Why is she being prepped for surgery?” Marlene begins to explain - here’s our theory about why Ellie’s immune. Joel doesn’t care. “Why is she in surgery?” Marlene continues to explain the science, to tell Joel that this could be a cure, that it could save all of humanity, and Joel absorbs some of what she tells him about the science behind it all. “Cordyceps grows inside the brain.” and for a moment, Joel doesn’t understand, doesn’t believe that these people who Ellie trusted, who he trusted, are really trying to harm her. But the truth is right there in front of him and he slowly realizes that he’s not misunderstanding anything. They’re going to kill Ellie. He tries one more time to reason with them, to no avail, and then he makes his decision.

“I do.“

He knows what he’s going to do in that moment. And Marlene knows too.

She should have killed Joel in that moment, but she doesn’t blame him for the way that he cares about Ellie. I think she’s even a little jealous. She wishes she could protect Ellie, but her moral compass won’t let her sacrifice the world for one little girl. Just like Joel’s moral compass won’t let him sacrifice HIS little girl for the world.

You see this calm come over him, but Pedro is so good at playing the sadness in this moment. I think he understands perfectly what he’s about to do. The people he’s about to doom, and even more so he understands that he’s going to have to take away Ellie’s driving purpose in order to keep her alive. He doesn’t make the decision lightly, but he makes it because he can’t lose another daughter.

It’s a selfish decision, but then... so are everyone else’s. Marlene may feel the burden of betraying a friend, but she’s not losing a daughter. She hasn��t been in Ellie’s life. Whether she had some inkling of Ellie’s immunity from the moment she was born or if she just couldn’t bear to have a reminder of her friend around her, Marlene chose to remove herself from Ellie’s life. She made sure that she would not get close to Elie. And I think that’s the only reason she can make the decision that she makes now. Because she made sure that she wouldn’t have to chose between a daughter and the world.

Later, she’ll tell Joel that he knows this is what Ellie would have wanted, but the reality is that no one asked her. Marlene says they didn’t tell her so she wouldn’t be afraid, but if she really thought Ellie would chose this, why not let her make that choice?

No one had a right to chose but Ellie and no one was willing to let her make that choice.

Now, granted, Ellie’s also not in the right emotional state to be making any decisions like this. She has just been through a hugely traumatic event. Also, she’s only 14.

There is honestly no good solution for this situation. Joel should not be choosing for Ellie, but Marlene has no business assuming she knows what Ellie would choose. And even if Marlene had known what Ellie would choose, to present this choice to a child, especially a child who is in the depths of PTSD, would not be a good thing either.

I understand Marlene. I understand Joel. I understand Ellie. And I don’t believe any of them could have made a good or moral decision in this situation.

Talk about your trolley problem on steroids.

Anyway, I love how they did the hospital sequence. It’s not some big heroic action sequence. It’s just Joel doing what he needs to do to survive, and there’s a numbness that falls over him as he steals himself to do what needs to be done. The music is muted and his face goes blank. When he gets to the surgical unit, his voice is monotone as he gives orders to the doctors. He doesn’t even look at the lead doctor when he shoots him. His focus is entirely on Ellie and getting her out.

Then he gets in the elevator and he looks down at Ellie, and you can see the pain hit him. He already knows what Ellie wants, but he can’t let her have that. He can’t lose her, even though he knows that this was the one thing keeping her going. But he looks away and once again steals himself for what he has to do.

And then he lies to her. And you can tell he doesn’t like it. He knows the lie will hurt her, but he can’t bring himself to tell her the truth about what he did. About the choice he took from her. Can’t risk that she’ll keep looking for that cure.

I think it’s obvious that Ellie knows Joel is lying. Right from the start, she sees through him. But she doesn’t ever call him on it. She gives him the opportunity to tell the truth again, and when he lies again, she doesn’t believe him. It’s so clear in her face that she knows this is a lie. But then she gives that tiny nod.

“Okay.”

And she lets that lie become the truth for them. Because she’s not ready to confront what was taken from her.

Just a brilliant show/game. I can’t wait for season 2.

#tlou #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou finale

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lucysweatslove · 11 months

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Had one of the strangest dreams.

Started off annoying, with some big burly dude I didn’t know at an indoor event I attended (at a gym, but it was like a giant gym in a giant complex of other things), was somehow sitting in front of me in reclining chairs and he reclined all the way back so the back of his chair was literally ON my legs. (Somehow it was an appropriate time to try to sleep) I asked him to put it up a little bit since it was touching me. He put it down further and it hurt and he wouldn’t move, so I shined lights in his eyes so he couldn’t sleep.

It somehow progressed to there being tables and everybody meeting with each other for some social purposes, can’t remember, and I sat at a table with some people I didn’t know and this one guy named Harry who I actually went to school with for a couple years in elementary school? He lived in my street in early elementary, I remember once having Kool Aid at his house. There were rumors that he and his mom were immigrants from Greece trying to escape an abusive father. Nobody asked about it. He was a nice kid though. Have not thought of Harry in well over a decade, have no idea why my brain picked him for this role.

Anyway Harry apparently recognized me and also eventually told me he was getting these really weird vibes from these white backpacks (they also had like a bright blue trim) that were under this one table.

The tone felt like it was all shifting from some weird but benign event to like, impending doom, everybody’s gonna die. We all learn that there was some kind of big murder plot somewhere else.

And then there were all these different scenes after that…

I was escorting Big Burly Dude somewhere and told him he was rude to me and as a survivor of rape I am very “touchy” to touch, and by putting his seat down to the point of actually hurting me and refusing to move, he was violating my space and my safety. And he made excuses but whatever, I got him where he was supposed to go.

And then tv news showed a bunch of people were arrested, but I’m focused on figuring out why these backpacks are sketch, if Harry is being the good guy and trying to help us out, or if he’s working with the bad guys. Like, if it’s a red herring, if it is dangerous and he wants me to look into said bags because it would do something to me to harm me, whatever.

Husband was there because he was involved in some teach conference going on at the same time. He told me that he would work on figuring out the deal with the bags but told me I needed to find this one guy who was like the head of something? He would be an ally for us.

And then I am running around the city (which was kinda set up like the old city I lived in for 9 years from college to when we moved for grad school). Can’t remember what I was doing but I had left the complex for a specific reason, trying to find something, maybe that guy or maybe something to help me find said guy. I was with somebody, a woman, but I can’t remember who she was supposed to be. There were portal points between some places but I had left my wallet and phone somewhere (in the original complex). So I tried to figure out how to get to these portal spots but I can’t hail a cab and it would take so long to run to them, I wanted to call Rob but I nope i didn’t have my phone.

I eventually somehow get to one and get back to the big complex, and Rob has learned that there these bags are SUPPOSEDLY connected to a system that is set to release a toxic gas into the complex at 11 that night. But there isn’t any “hard proof” and nobody believes it, so nobody is doing anything, but Rob and now Harry too are trying to tell everybody they need to GET OUT of the complex ASAP in case somebody listens to them. At this point, the news is reporting that the prior arrested people have broken out and are now on the loose. They show some mugshots. I don’t recognize any of them faces- they were never at the complex. It seemed very strange to me. The news was talking about how “we don’t know how the mastermind behinds all of these operations is.”

I find a bag addressed to me but it’s… ominous. The one head guy is with me and says not to open it. For some reason it becomes part of my normal purse and I can’t tell the difference between everything and accidentally use mouthwash that was part of the “bad” and start feeling sick. So I run through this complex until I’m in a home IN the complex, where Head Guy lives. His family is there, but also his mom and dad are there, with wires around their heads. Apparently the MasterMind masterminded something and put these devices on them so they can’t say anything or they will be blown up/die. Terrifying.

Head Guy runs some tests in the mouthwash (which catches fire AND become alike elephant toothpaste). Concluded that since I didn’t swallow I should be fine. I see that in the bag there is a brochure with my little sister’s name and birthdate written on it - like somebody had written them down to tell me “I know who is important to you, and where they are.” Another threat.

Head guy says he wants to run more tests (somehow) to rule out biological weapons since it’s in its own plastic baggie.

I’m now back in the gym but the brochure is taunting me. I feel like I need to know if it’s real or just a bluff, if it’s connected to the Big Burly Rude Dude (who was mad at me for not giving him free reign to invade my space) or this apparent terror plot. So I decide to open it up. It’s a brochure for an event I’m supposed to attend in a couple weeks, where I’ll be away from my sister, + her name and birthday. I understand the message: while I’m gone they will hunt her. Fuck.

As I’m relating this to the people around me, and saying “I can stop this, I can protect her, I just have to not go to that and I can save her,” I hear a snicker from this kid, a boy maybe 10-12, who is pressed against the wall. He is talking to some of the other people standing but the wall, and I hear him say a phrase that I had heard somewhere before in this mess.

And i realize, omg, this kid is the mastermind. I say, “holy fuck, you’re him” and he laughs and his eyes just look like pure evil.

And just then it turns 11, and the gas is being released somewhere, and people realize it’s a real thing. Some are confused, and some (including me) are trying to run out of the complex. The gas is coming out specifically in vents nearest the exits. It’s a huge complex and the gym area we are all in is several floors high. So I hold my breath and run to the stairwell. As I’m running down the stairs I wake up.

What the actual fuck is my brain.

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soul-wanderer · 1 year

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06x16//Dirty Laundy - weekly recap

oopsie woopsie, we’re late to the game again, so let’s make this a quick-ish affair

.- Maya and Vic friendship! This is not a drill! Gosh, I’ve missed this, and it’s about time they brought back their friendship. And the lost remote situation was pretty darn funny as well

- Travis patting down Jack(’s butt) - completely irrelevant to the storyline or this recap, but it needed to be said

- Kate being cringe and still slightly unlikeable, but at least we got a fun team moment out of that (and we got Vic being annoyed at her, which was great, too)

- Andy telling Sullivan what a jerk he is being and calling him out on what he is doing and realizing what he did to her and yeah, thank you, finally, but more about that here because that deserved an in depth post of its own

- don’t put your feet up while driving in a car, kids, because your insides will end up looking like this, and you don’t want that, trust me

- Andy talking to Ross. Andy and Ross talking to each other. My goodness, I cannot believe we really got this gem. We need women supporting women and I really hope we can keep this going. And I loved Ross being real about how fucking hard it is to be a woman in her position and to constantly be attacked and judged for every little “mistake” she makes. And Ross being soft for Andy in the end, that was great too

- They remembered Andy’s trauma - also finally!

- Maya apologizing to Ross. It is such a small but powerful moment, and I don’t think it took anything more than that for now, because Maya’s actions towards Ross have already showed that she wants to be on her side, but the apology was right nonetheless

- Maya’s monologue was on point, as usual and the visual with the rain was perfect

- Ross trying to comfort the mum. But more importantly: The scene with the backpack. So simple, so powerful. Loved that cinematic/storytelling decision

- The montage was on point as well, because they finally found an appropriate way to balance life/death

- Sullivan. Man, I really don’t want to give that man more than one line. But that man seriously cannot expect to be captain, if he lashes out like a toddler while they’re still on the job, just because some random dudes made their jokes about Ross (which was inappropriate, but still). The fact that it took like three people to hold him back is not a good sign, at all.

- Travis and Jack hug - slightly awkward, but I’m here for that level of awkwardness

- Andy’s “Who are you?” with the side-eye at Beckett, yeah that was great

- look, I might hate Sullivan and Ross together, but her crying at the end still broke my heart. She does not deserve to feel this heartbreak over such an awful person

- there’s already enough speculations about Beckett out there. I think it’s gonna be a close call, but Vic is probably gonna talk to him or find him last minute or something. Also, Theo was not wrong about the “not everything is a psych test”. Sure, he might be wrong about his judgment of the situation, but it’s not uncommon for psych students to read too much into a situation. But I digress. Let’s see how this plays out tonight

#Station 19 #Andy Herrera #Theo Ruiz #Vic Hughes #Natasha Ross #06x16 #Dirty Laundry #weekly recap

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blurglesmurfklaine · 1 year

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top 5 childhood movies

OMG YES THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!!

Going in reverse order bc ✨drama✨

5) White Chicks

Did this movie age poorly? Probably. Is it hella cringey looking back? Heck yeah. Can I still quote half of it from memory? You bet your ass I can!

Idk why but me and my brothers/cousins used to LOOOOOOOOVE this movie and we probably watched it at least once a week, and whenever it was on cable for sure

But also terry crew singing a thousand miles??? Everyone needs that in their life

4) Elf

I could watch this movie day or night, summer, spring, fall, or winter literally WHENEVER and I will always cry because the power of love and Christmas bringing people together????

I remember when this movie first came out I actually HURT MY STOMACH from laughing so hard, it’s just truly a classic 💞💞💞

Also I am gay for Zoe Deschanel

3) The Princess Bride

I don’t think I discovered this movie until I was like 12 or 13?? I saw the cover in a $5 dvd bin at Walmart but it was the cover that was an ambigram and I was like WOAH WORDS and asked my mom if we could take it and she was like HELL YEAH WE CAN bc she knew the movie.

I almost didn’t finish watching it once I started it bc it looked Old and Boring but then my dad walked in and was like “YOURE WATCHING THIS MOVIE??” And lost his shit and kept telling me how badass it was and I was like aight I’ll keep watching

So yeah I judged it by its cover BUT LOOK AT THIS COVER

CAN YOU BLAME ME???

2) High School Musical 2

I’m putting HSM2 bc personally I like it better but let it be known that the original still has all my love and respect 💞💞

I beg to differ, but my dad SWEARS that I would literally watch this movie as SOON as we got home from school EVERY SINGLE DAY. I don’t think it was eeeeeeevery day but. I know I did have the entire script memorized at one point so that when I got bored in school or at church I would just hit “play” in my head until something interesting came along and that’s why I’m bad at math

I also had. SOOOOOO much merch from this. A backpack, pants, a night gown, an alarm clock, a jewelry box, a blanket… bc for YEARS every birthday and Christmas I just got HSM shit because everyone Knew that was My Thing. And it was FANTASTIC. I was living my best life tbh thanks Zac Effron

1) 13 Going On 30

The year is 2004. I am seven years old. My mom takes me to the movies, just me and her, no stinky brothers allowed. Jennifer Garner. Mark Ruffalo. Tons of 80s music. Romance. Best friends to lovers. Reconciliation. Existential Crisis. Vienna by Billy Joel. The obsession begins.

This is the first movie I remember seeing in the theaters even though I am TOLD we also saw finding Nemo??? The good ole hippocampus hadn’t developed long term memory yet tho so 🤷🏽‍♀️ the chokehold this movie had and still had on me…. When it was released on DVD oh lord. Oh LORD I never stopped watching it. I would play the bonus feature game, watch bts, go to scene selection and watch the razzles scene over and over.

And you know what? IT STILL HOLDS UP! ITS A GOOD FUCKING MOVIE AND THEY DONT MAKE ROMCOMS LIKE THAT ANYMORE WHERE DID THEY GO???

Also I’m incredibly bisexual for Mark Ruffalo and Jennifer Garner it only took me ten years to figure it out 👉🏽😎👉🏽

Thanks so much for this ask! It was incredibly entertaining!

Send me Top 5 Anything

#ask #asks #autistichummel

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roxanneminerals · 26 days

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Cold Reunions Ch. 1

^Still hate that title but I'm bad at names. Well titles, really. If I could just call this thing 'Kevin,' I would.

You know what, fuck it. Kevin Chapter 1.

I absolutely despise this chapter and looking at it makes me wish I couldn't read. Okay maybe that's hyperbole, but I'm not happy with it. See, my problem is I have these scenes I know I want to happen, but I never know how to get characters from A to B. Also exposition is annoying and I know there's a way to do it well but I'm not a writer. Anyway I'm not going to spend anymore time on it or look at it ever again. It's your problem now 🫵

Anyway if you somehow stumbled upon this, this is my Pokémon swsh Crown Tundra fancomic/fic thing. Basically it's a three-year timeskip from the DLC (see, when I first started writing this, that's how long it'd been in real life 😌). Peony, Peonia, and Gloria return to the Tundra to each get away from their problems, but only seem to find more to be worried about as Peony starts to remember strange things about their last visit, and his recently released, supposedly reformed brother. All the while, dark clouds gather above the Max Lair as odd rumblings emerge from its depths...

I don't think I actually put a description on the prologue, so there ya go. Rest is under the cut. Don't accidently click it or you'll be scrolling for a while. My bad.

Oh also AO3 scared me so I'll just be posting here from now on.

By the time Peony stepped foot off the train with their luggage, the girls were already dashing out the door, chanting about their trip to the Max Lair. Clearly, Gloria had gotten over her funk. He fought the urge to chase after them, remembering his promise to Nia. Besides, she was practically an adult at this point, she should've been able to make her own decisions… right? The realization that he would soon technically be the parent of an adult child did not comfort him, so he did his best to shake it off. He decided to hang back and follow them at a pace, just to make sure they got to their destination safely.

As he trudged out of the station, he felt like a beast of burden, backpack on his back, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and suitcase in hand. The noon sun shone brightly over the tundra, causing the snow to glitter and granting a faint glow to the few remaining leaves that hung lazily from the surrounding trees. Stepping past the fence which encircled the station, Peony was met with the familiar face of the Freezington mayor.

"Ah, Mr. Peony! I'm so glad your family could join us this year for the Solstice Festival." The old man beamed. Peony didn't remember him being so chipper. In fact, he had seemed a tad prickly last time they visited, though that very well could've been his imagination. "Your daughters just ran past," he added. "I believe they were headed to the Max Lair."

"Hiya! Chuffed t'see ya, Mr. Mayor! It's my daughter and her friend, actually." Peony corrected, setting down his suitcase to shake the man's hand. "And I know, they're coming to the inn later."

"Ah, I see. Well, allow me to help with your bags."

"Oh! No need! That one's a tad--" Before Peony could finish, the old man had effortlessly lifted the suitcase at his feet. "--heavy. How did you...?"

"M'lad, I've been a farmer since I could walk."

"O-oh, right." Still a bit taken aback by the seemingly frail man's sudden show of strength, Peony bit his tongue as the two began their trek to the village. In the silence, he became acutely aware of an odd sensation of being watched, or rather, observed. It felt more analytic than malicious, like a scientist gathering data instead of a predator stalking its prey. Of course, being watched was being watched, and Peony silently kicked himself for his useless philosophizing about distinctions. Before he had time to dwell on the thought any longer, the feeling was gone, and the old man spoke up.

"A lot has changed since you folks last visited. Ever since, we've been having harvests like I haven't seen since I was a lad. Some of the more superstitious villagers have started to see the lot of you as a sort of good-luck charm, and who can blame them? Seems like our King has finally returned."

“I've been called a lot of things in my day, but lucky charm's a new one!" Peony laughed, pretty sure the man was joking, but it was hard to tell his expression behind his thick coke-bottle glasses and wool hat.

Indeed, the village looked in far better shape than on their last visit. Despite the thick blanket of snow which already covered the ground, the fields in the center of the field glowed golden with grain, which one elderly woman worked away at with a sickle, while another hauled the bushels off for threshing. In another patch, an old man worked diligently at cutting pumpkins from the vine. Next to him, a wheelbarrow overflowed with the orange and green gourds.

"Ah, here we are." In the midst of their conversation, Peony hadn't realized they had already made it to the inn. As the mayor fumbled with his keys, he continued to look around absentmindedly, his eyes landing on the wooden statue standing at the edge of the fields.

He had nearly forgotten about the region's big-headed harvest deity, but looking at the effigy filled him with a strange mix of nostalgia and unease. Without thinking, he found himself wandering towards it. Upon close inspection, he realized that the once bare and snow-covered statue had been cleaned and adorned with wreaths, candles, and incense. In front of it sat some of the finest looking vegetables from the harvest, presumably as an offering. He looked into the carved eyes of the wooden creature and for a moment, he could almost remember–

"Admiring our King, eh?" The old man's voice snapped Peony back to reality.

"Oh, aye. Looks like they're doin' rather well for themselves these days, yeah?"

He smiled. “Since our harvests have improved, some of the villagers have taken up worship of our King again by making offerings to their statue. Some have even tried to travel to the old shrine, though the path's proved too treacherous for us geezers." He paused, looking up at the great tree atop the snowy summit overlooking the village. "It's a shame so many of our ancestors' practices have been lost to history, though..." His eyes rested on Peony's face as if looking for something, but all he got in return was a blank stare. He turned his attention back to the Inn. "I've unlocked the door for you."

Peony followed the man inside, feeling immediately awash with warmth as the building's central heating met his face. It was only about noon, but he felt the overwhelming urge to curl up and take a nap by the fireplace.

"Your key is on the dining table, there are extra towels and linens in the closet upstairs, and I've gone ahead and taken the liberty of leaving some staples in the kitchen. Oh! And here,” The mayor reached into his coat pocket, retrieving a pamphlet decorated in shades of blue and white and handing it to Peony. On the front page was a drawing of the same weird statue as outside. “Here's some information on our festival," the mayor explained. “It's been years since we last held one, so we had to compile information for tourists and locals alike!” He chuckled. "You remember where my home is, correct? As with last time, please don't hesitate to call if you need anything." Half-listening as he leafed through the flier, Peony nodded.

"I believe that is all," the mayor continued. "I hope to see you folks Friday evening!"

“Ta, Mr. Mayor!”

With that, he took his leave. Peony set his backpack down by the door and headed to the dining room to grab the key before he forgot and locked himself out. To his surprise, aside from the expected key, sat two large gift baskets, one filled with all manner of fresh vegetables, and the other with a myriad of locally made sweets, breads, candles, soaps, and commemorative jumpers for each of the party. They certainly hadn't received this level of hospitality on their first visit, Peony thought, though it dawned on him that, last time, they hadn't expected Galar's Champion to be staying with them. He decided then that they should travel with Gloria more often.

#begone thoughts!#thank you one person for liking the last chapter #I lowkey don't want people to read this but also do #honestly it just feels weird to write fanfiction and not post it anywhere dig

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deyadee · 2 years

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Gay Bracelets

I bought rainbow gay pride bracelets the other day to wear around.

I kept thinking that maybe girls were interested in me but they would never approach because they would think that I’m straight. I finally bought this Asexual necklace, but after a while I stopped wearing it because I figured anyone who did know what it meant would just be shooed off by it.

Then I got some gay pride bracelets that I wear when I’m away from my family because I thought that would make more girls ask me out. Though what I’ve found is it just seems I will see a cute girl and think about talking to her only for her fucking boyfriend to come back to basically being attached to her hip. Then they have to go to every fucking store I go to in the mall because of course they’re in the same loser scene as me. It makes me so goddamn angry. Oh she’s so cute, maybe I should compliment her backpack? “Hey babe, come look at this!” Then her boyfriend comes over and they just act like this perfect fucking picturesque couple. Always laughing and smiling, appreciating nerdy shit together, having the time of their lives. While I’m roaming around a mall by myself looking like a fucking fat loser. It seems like literally every girl I ever think is attractive is always in a fucking relationship and just has to continue to show how much better they’re living than me. Every single straight girl, every single gay girl.

I’m a fucking idiot for thinking these bracelets would help fucking anything. I’m shy, a loser, have no confidence, fucking ugly, and fat as fuck. No one would ever approach me. All these bullshit bracelets have done is cost me money, get caught on the small hairs on my arms and rip them out, and make me freak the fuck out trying to hide them from my family.

Why wash your face and use all this bullshit makeup you never use if you’re gonna look average at best?

Also the last message I got on my dating profile was some douchebag saying “Your bio is longer than your educational background.” Yeah? Because I’m going to college soon? What kind of burn is that dumbass?

My coworker (who is a lesbian) told me that I need to get out and meet people more, but I just put off this energy of being a bland and boring individual. People like me live and die without friends or a partner. No one ever tells tales about them because no one remembers a nobody.

Why didn’t I kill myself after I graduated high school? None of this has been worth it. I’m no closer to graduating. I just hate the heat more and see forty fucking times more happy and cute couples. This fucking state is crawling with people who feel like they just exist to mock me. I want to die, but I’m too lazy to finally do it.

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lina-andel · 3 years

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Broken faith {part 5}

[ENG] "Albedo? .. Suddenly even..."

The details of the whole puzzle slowly began to form in your head. So, it means that Albedo sent Klee to you, Kaeya saw where she was going and was able to make the crossing, because who else will make the ice bridge? But... why didn't they try to cripple you? They went against Monstadt, given that the people in the city obviously, to put it mildly, did not like you.

Who is the god you are mistaken for? And why wasn't it mentioned in the game's lore? What kind of cult devilry?

You either wanted to bump into something in misunderstanding, or find someone who can explain this to you. Klee is a child - and, most likely, Albedo taught her about you. Then there are two options - either Kaeya, who is now, most likely, pretending that he was completely not involved in your escape, or the alchemist, to whom you are being led.

"Okay, Klee." - you sighed, getting up - squinting, because the wounds hurt, but you could go on. Most likely, Albedo will help you - it was not in vain that he risked his ward. By the way, she immediately jumped up, carefully attaching her doll to her backpack and expecting what you would say more. "Let's go to Albedo. But you need to explain your plan with him."

- "All right, Your Highness!" - she took your hand, leading you. - "Albedo said that you are very important, and that I have to save you. He did not quite clearly explain why, but he looked too worried and Klee simply could not refuse him!" - it seems, remembering that scene, her voice dropped a little, as well as her general condition - she began to look upset. Although she soon cheered up again. - "On the way, I met Kaeya. I don't know how he knew what I was going to do, but he said where you are. And it looks like he made that bridge... It was exciting! Although the Jean will swear for sure, you do not deserve of that appeal, Your Highness! " - she turned to you already with a smile, full of determination. - "I can protect you! The word of the knight!"

Her words and inspiration lifted your spirits - a smile appeared on your lips, and you tried to hold back laughter and tears - and could not understand whether the last was from happiness or from laughter. - "Thank you, Klee. I believe you."

***

You were standing near a fire, near which, in your memory, there were a couple of Treasure Hoarders in the game. Now they were not there, although you were not sure that they would not return - Dragon Ridge was studied very well by you and you are also not sure what it was worth going further - past Fatui, who set up a camp almost on the road.

Klee, on the contrary, didn’t look as if she was trying to go somewhere - rather, she was just looking in the direction you needed, looking out for something or someone, and doing it very concentratedly and not letting go of your hand. And soon she pulled you by the hand, distracting you from your thoughts and pointed with her hand in the direction of the path up the mountain.

-"Your Highness! Look, Albedo!" [RUS] "Альбедо?.. Неожиданно даже..."

В твоей голове начали медленно складываться детали всего пазла. Так, значит, Альбедо отправил к тебе Кли, Кэйа увидел куда она направляется и смог сделать переправу, ведь кто ещё сделает ледяной мост? Но... почему именно они не стали пытаться тебя покалечить? Они же пошли против Монштадта, учитывая что люди в городе тебя явно, мягко говоря, не любили.

Кто такой тот бог, за которого тебя принимают? И почему про него не было упомянуто в лоре игры? Что за культистская чертовщина?

Хотелось либо биться обо что-нибудь в непонимании, либо найти кого-то, кто сможет тебе это пояснить. Кли ребёнок - и, наиболее вероятно, её научил отношению к тебе Альбедо. Тогда варианта два - либо Кэйа, который сейчас, скорее всего, делает вид что совершенно к твоему побегу не причастен, либо алхимик, к которому тебя и ведут.

-"Хорошо, Кли." - ты вздохнула, поднимаясь - щурясь, ибо раны саднили, но ты могла идти дальше. Скорее всего, Альбедо поможет тебе - не зря же рисковал своей подопечной. Она, кстати, тут же подскочила, заботливо прикрепляя к рюкзачку свою куклу и ожидая что ты дальше скажешь. -"Пошли к Альбедо. Но тебе нужно объяснить ваш с ним план."

-"Хорошо, Ваше высочество!" - она взяла тебя за руку, ведя за собой. -"Альбедо сказал что вы очень важны, и ��то я должна вас спасти. Он не совсем понятно объяснил зачем, но он выглядел слишком обеспокоенным и Кли просто не смогла ему отказать!" - похоже, вспомнив ту сцену, её голос немного упал, как и в целом её состояние - она стала выглядеть расстроено. Хотя вскоре вновь приободрилась. -"По дороге я встретила Кэйю. Я не знаю, откуда он узнал что я собираюсь делать, но он сказал где вы находитесь. И, похоже, сделал тот мост... Это было волнительно! Хотя Джинн точно будет ругаться, вы не заслужили того обращения, Ваше высочество!" - она повернулась к тебе уже с улыбкой, полной решимости. -"Я смогу защитить вас! Слово рыцаря!"

Её слова и воодушевлённость подняли тебе настроение - на твоих губах появилась улыбка, а ты постаралась сдержать смех и слёзы - и не могла понять, от счастья последние или от смеха. -"Спасибо, Кли. Я верю тебе."

***

Вы стояли около костра, у которого, по твоей памяти, в игре стояла парочка похитителей сокровищ. Сейчас же их не было, хотя ты не была уверена что они не вернутся - Драконий хребет был изучен тобой очень хорошо и ты не уверена также в том, что стоило идти дальше - мимо Фатуи, устроивших почти на дороге лагерь.

Кли же, напротив, не выглядела так, словно куда-то собиралась идти - скорее просто смотрела в нужную вам сторону, что-то или кого-то высматривая, причём делая это очень сосредоточенно и не отпуская твоей руки. И вскоре она потянула тебя за руку, отвлекая от твоих размышлений и указала рукой в сторону тропы в гору.

-"Ваше высочество! Смотрите, Альбедо!"

#genshin #genshin impact: cult au #self aware genshin #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #villain!reader #broken_faith

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Sorry for your loss - Final Chapter

Summary: When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.

Warnings: (+16) mentions of death, panic attacks and anxiety, grief, self sabotage, mentions of abusive family background, mutual attraction pining, explicit consent, therapeutic conversations about death, self-deprecation, healthy methods of coping with grief, possible triggers about anxiety, domestic Wanda, hurtful behaviors.

Chapter Warnings: Mention of Smut, Brief Smut.

Tag list: @mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch / @idek-5 // @myperfectlovepoem // @imapotatao // @aimezvousbrahms / @ensorcellme/ @helloalycia // @myperfectlovepoem

Author’s note: I don't know what to say exactly, just good reading, and sorry for any spelling/translation errors. I hope you enjoy the ending, and who knows, maybe a second season?

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Chapter Five - I will love again

You were up early on the weekend.

Since you were going to travel to New Jersey for Wanda's father's wedding anniversary, you didn't want to keep her waiting.

When you arrived at Wanda's house, she was already on her feet, running back and forth through the house, trying to find Tommy's lost toy, who kept crying that he wouldn't travel without it.

"Make yourself at home, I just need to find that bear." She said to you as she opened the door. You placed your only luggage on the floor as you looked around. Billy was watching television, and Tommy was sitting on the kitchen counter, crying.

You walked over to him.

"Hey, Tommy, why are you crying?" You asked stopping beside him, keeping your voice calm so as not to make him more nervous.

"I want my teddy bear!" He cried out between tears.

"Mommy will find it for you." You reply. "What is the name of your teddy bear?"

"Star Lord." Sniffles the boy. Your distraction is working, because he stops crying to talk.

"Wow, that's an incredible name!" You say. "How did you get the Star Lord?"

Tommy sniffles again, wiping his tears with his forearm.

"I got it for my birthday." He counters. "Billy got a skateboard, but Star Lord is cooler."

"Is that so?" You retort with interest in your voice, realizing that Tommy was barefoot and his socks were on the countertop, you show him that you are interested in hearing him talk as you help him finish getting dressed for the trip.

"Yes, it came in a huge, red box." Tommy counted with a smile as he gestured at the size of the object. "And he sleeps with me every night, so I need him to go to Grandpa's house."

"Oh, yes, of course you do." You agree with a smile as you tie the boy's shoelaces. "Do you remember the last place you played with Star Lord?"

Tommy sniffles thoughtfully.

"I don't know." He replies tearfully, you rush to ask about his favorite memory with the bear to avoid him to cry again, and it works.

When you finish tying the child's shoes, you pick him up on your lap as he tells you about the day he took Star Lord swimming, and then you sit him down in the living room next to his brother, and he is distracted enough by the cartoon on the TV to forget about the teddy bear.

Wanda joins you in the living room a minute later, looking nervous and with her hands empty.

"Hey, I think I have an idea." You tell her as you mentally review the things Tommy said. "Finish getting them to the car, I'll go find the bear."

You found it.

Ten minutes after you left the room, inside the pool.

Wanda couldn't hold back her laughter when you arrived in front of the car with your wet clothes up to pool height.

"Your idea was to get into the pool instead of using the cleaner to reach the bear?" She teased as soon as you handed her the toy. You laughed awkwardly, watching her give the bear to Tommy and seeing the boy celebrate excitedly. "You're not getting in my car wet like that."

You laugh, and then you have an idea. Approaching Wanda with open arms, you see her raise her finger in warning, but you are already hugging her with wet clothes, making her laugh.

The joke only ends because Pietro is parking the car in front of the house next, looking at you both curiously.

"Should I let dad know we're going to be late?" He teases putting his sunglasses up. You let go of Wanda as both of your giggles slowly stop, the two of you looking like children who have been caught up to mischief. "Come on girls, we have a road ahead of us."

"Shut up Pietro." Wanda grumbled humorously, starting to push you into the house by the shoulders. "Watch the boys while we get changed."

"Yes, ma'am." He retorted wryly as he took off his seat belt and got out of the car. You let Wanda push you inside.

Upstairs, you had smiles on your faces as she searched for clothes that would fit you.

"Are you sure it isn't better if I grab something I brought in my suitcase?" You ask distractedly as Wanda rummages through the closets.

"I don't want you to be one change of clothes short, I don't know what we'll end up doing over there." Wanda retorted. "And don't worry about it."

Wanda eventually handed you a set of very soft sweatshirts and underwear. You smiled in appreciation, looking away from the clothes in your hand to the woman in front of you.

As you turned toward the bathroom, Wanda spoke.

"You can stay."

Swallowing dryly, and ignoring the unregulated beating of your heart you turned to her again, one eyebrow raised not sure you had understood correctly.

Wanda sighed heavily, as if she was gathering the courage to say it again. But her gaze said it all. She was inviting you to change in front of her.

You felt your face heat up, but you gulped dryly, forcing yourself to reason correctly.

"I... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" Wanda retorted in defiance, and you let out a breathless laugh. She seemed to misunderstand your reaction, because her expression immediately fell. "Oh, you don't want to. Damn it, I..."

"What?" you interrupted quickly. "No, Wanda. I want to." You confess half breathlessly. "I really do."

"Oh."

You shift your weight between your feet, feeling your stomach turn with the way Wanda looks at you.

"But not like this." You say, swallowing dryly to confess correctly. You approach Wanda slowly as you speak. "Not in a hurry." Wanda breathes heavily, leaning back against the cabinet. You stop walking just inches from her body. "I want to be with you, with enough time to kiss every inch of your skin.” You confess again her lips. “Touch every spot that will make you lose control and scream my name."

"Fuck." Wanda gasped against your mouth, almost near enough to touch while closing her eyes.

Ignoring the tightening sensation at the tip of your stomach, you fought your baser instincts and pulled away, sighing.

"Let's hurry before your brother comes to get us."

You smiled at Wanda, ignoring the urge to kiss her. She just nodded, trying to normalize her breathing. You took advantage of her lack of reaction to turn around and walk towards the bathroom. You had better get out of there soon, because you feel that you couldn't resist that woman again.

//-//

Tommy and Billy were singing in the back seat as you drove to New Jersey. You laughed at the scene, thinking they were adorable.

Your gaze was watchful on the road, following Pietro's car to his father's house.

When Wanda began to murmur the song, you looked at her for a moment. Absolutely stunning, with her red hair flying in the wind, the smile in the corner on her lips. The sunlight making her eyes sparkle.

Turning your attention forward because Wanda caught you looking, you bit back a smile, feeling your heart race a little. But neither of you commented, and you didn't care that Wanda was looking at you now.

//-//

When you arrived, you whistled impressed at Erik's residence. It was practically a mansion, but really it was just a very well built summer house. The neighborhood was very nice too. Wanda smiled playfully at you when she noticed your reaction.

The boys ran out of the car, excited to hug their grandfather who was already waiting for them at the door. They also hugged Charles, who was a short, balding man, very friendly.

"Grandpa, can we go ride the horses?" Tommy asked excitedly, and the man laughed lightly.

"Go wash your hands and get something to eat first okay, boy?" Erik said to the boy, ruffling his hair.

The child agreed, entering the house along with his brother and his cousin, who had gotten out of the cars shortly after.

You were unpacking the bags from the car after parking and felt your breath catch when Wanda picked up one of the bags and caressed your hand with her fingers as you handed it to her. She smiled innocently, passing you to walk toward the door, and you cleared your throat before closing the trunk and following her.

"You must be Y/N." Erik greeted you as soon as you came to the door. "It's very nice to finally meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Erik." You replied with a smile. "And you too, Charles."

The man smiled, giving you room to pass him and enter the house. Wanda was standing in the living room next to Pietro and Monica, who had their suitcases on the floor.

"Papa, which rooms are empty?" She asked the man who had entered behind you.

"You can occupy any one upstairs." Erik warned closing the door as he and Charles entered.

You accompanied the group upstairs. Wanda placed the boys' backpacks in one of the bunk rooms, since the children always slept together.

"You can have the room down the hall." She said, showing you the direction. "Next to mine."

She whispered the last part like a secret. You wanted to ignore how your stomach churned at the suggestion. Pietro and Monica passed you both, the man gave you a playful look, but made no comment. They would be in the room across from yours and next to the children's.

You guessed that the other door at the other end of the hall belonged to Erik and Charles

After putting your suitcase on the bed, you left the room. Pietro opened the door at the same moment.

"Come on, Y/N, I'm going to give you a full tour of the Maximoff residence." He announced excitedly and you giggled, following him around the house.

//-//

The Maximoff residence was much larger than you thought it was. There were even stables and a large wooded area that was part of the place, but Pietro didn't take you there, he just pointed you in the direction. You eventually discovered that the place used to be a simple farm, inherited from Pietro and Wanda's paternal grandparents, and when Erik married Charles, they renovated the place with money from the Xavier family, who were British and had a fortune built up in the vineyard area.

Pietro led you back to the kitchen when he finished showing you the property, patting you on the shoulder as he sat down on the kitchen counter, grabbing the jar of candy on the counter.

"The guests will be here soon, Pietro, get down from there." Warned Erik noticing his son's position. He was in the kitchen too, finishing sorting out some of the appetizers. During the tour, you noticed the decorations set up in the gardens, some tables and chairs and party decorations.

"Yes, papa." Grumbled Pietro as he obeyed. He reached over to accept the tray of food his father handed him.

"Take that outside please." Erik asked and you moved to get out of the way of Pietro, who gave you a wry smile as he passed, making you laugh slightly.

"Can I help too?" You asked noticing that there were still things to be carried.

"Thank you, dear, you are very kind." Erik said as he handed you one of the trays. You nodded and then turned around.

The garden was really nicely decorated, you noticed now that you were up close, placing your tray on one of the tables. There was also a small stage, which you imagined was meant for Erik and Charles to repeat their wedding vows. You smiled, remembering how your marriage to Natasha had gone. It was just nostalgic to think of her now, and it didn't make you unhappy anymore.

"I think you're all set now." Erik said behind you, arriving with a tray and placing it on the table next to yours. Pietro who had left earlier, was stealing one of the candies and received a disapproving look from his father. "Really, boy?"

Pietro laughed, raising his hands in surrender.

"I'm hungry, papa." He playfully retorted and you laughed at the interaction.

"Go help the ladies with the kids." Erik commands with a grimace, and Pietro laughs as he walks away. When he leaves, you feel slightly anxious about being alone with Wanda's father, but his posture is friendly. "I haven't had a chance to talk to you properly, Y/N. Would you like to take a walk with me before the party?"

You ignore the nervous feeling in your stomach when you agree. And Erik takes one last look at the decorations before leading the way.

//-//

A few minutes of walking later, where Erik asked you several questions about your life, your job, your age, who you lived with, that sort of thing, you reached a plantation area. You imagined it to be the vineyards of the property.

You could see the manor house in the distance, and the backyards, and a lake many meters away. The landscape was breathtaking.

"It's beautiful here." You comment beside him.

"Yes." Erik agrees with a smile, also looking at the scenery as you do. "I enjoyed your conversation, you are as lovely as Wanda usually tells us."

The comment makes your cheeks warm, the image of Wanda talking about you makes your heart soar. Erik seems to appreciate the way you react to it, smiling gently as he adds, "It's nice to know she's found someone nice to love."

You swallow dryly, glancing quickly at the man next to you, but he has his gaze on the landscape. You feel a warmth in your chest, mixed with embarrassment and happiness.

"Thank you, Erik." You say clumsily.

"For what?"

"For accepting me here I guess." You retort with a smile. "For having me into your home. And well, for saying those things about me and Wanda." You say and he makes an understanding noise through his mouth. You are silent for a moment, until he speaks again.

"You know, when Magda, their mother, passed away, I thought I would never love anyone again.." Erik tells nostalgically. He keeps looking at the field in front of you, but you stare at him, attentive to his words. "But then I met Charles. And well, it did. It's different from what it was before. And I wouldn't change it for anything."

You nodded in understanding, letting the words echo in your head. You also think about how Agatha said you could move on. There was no problem in loving again, as intensely as before.

"I figured I'd be uncomfortable talking about someone marrying my daughter, but here we are." Erik comments humorously a moment later, making you chuckle awkwardly. "I guess it must be the way you look at her. You look like a lovesick puppy. "

You scratch your neck awkwardly, looking at the scenery, making Erik laugh at your blurriness.

"Don't get upset, I'm just teasing you." He comments with a smile, patting you on the back. You laugh clumsily.

"Do you guys have a garden around here?" You ask trying to change the subject, just as you notice the glass structures in the distance, capped by the vineyard. You figured if you turned around you would find your way to them.

"Oh, yes." Erik confirms. "Charles loves gardening. We have two greenhouses over that way. Would you like to see them?"

"Yes." You confirm with a smile. "But it can be after the party."

"Oh yes, I should get back and welcome the guests." Erik agrees as he checks his watch. You start walking back to the area of the house next.

//-//

You meet a lot of people at the party. It's a little overwhelming, because you really didn't expect Erik to invite so many people, and although you're glad that they had so many friends, your anxiety has increased a little. You were smiling politely at two ladies who said they were Charles' college friends while trying to pay attention to the story they were telling when Pietro rescued you.

"I need to steal my sister-in-law for a second ladies." He said and you widened your eyes. He only realized the mistake of his words when he noticed the looks on the women's faces in front of him. " Shit, I don’t mean like she got married to Wanda... I..."

You snuck out from behind Pietro when the ladies started attacking him with questions about the wedding, and when the ceremony had taken place and why the family wasn't called. You took the opportunity to escape when Pietro was convincing the ladies that you were not Wanda's wife, and that there was no secret wedding.

Walking over to one of the far tables, you frown in disbelief as you watch Luna run under the food table, clearly looking for a place to hide from her cousin, who is looking around a few feet away.

You crouch down, pulling the towel up to speak to the child.

"Luna, honey, maybe that's not the best place to play." You tell her with a smile. She looks around.

"Sorry, Aunt Y/N." She asks. "I'm hiding from Billy."

"Oh, is that so?" You ask extending your hand to her. She accepts, and you help her stand, taking care that she doesn't hit her head on the table. "Do you remember the path we took when we first got here? Try to hide behind that tall statue, I'm sure Billy won't find you."

"Wow, that's right, Auntie. Thank you." She mumbles, leaving with her head down next, watching for any sign of her cousin. You smiled, knowing that everyone at the party would get a glimpse of the children playing if she stood where you spoke.

You noticed that the two women who were talking to Pietro looked at you, and not wanting to be dragged back into that conversation, you made your way back to the house.

Bumping into Wanda on the way, you giggled.

"There you are." You remark.

"Where were you?" Wanda retorts with a mixture of curiosity and humor, noticing your "escape mode" posture.

"Well, apparently all of your father's friends like to meet everyone, so I've spent the last thirty minutes being introduced to everyone at the party."

Wanda gave a pout of pity.

"Sorry, dear." She says and you smile awkwardly, feeling your cheeks flush. "I'm looking for the boys, they need to change for the suits."

"I saw Billy in the gardens." You tell her as you gesture briefly in the direction. "I'll go find Tommy for you."

Wanda smiles, biting her lips. You nod but when you make mention of moving away, she holds your forearm and moves forward, depositing a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you, sweetheart." She whispered, smiling mischievously at you before she turned away and left the kitchen. You bit your lip, feeling your heart racing. You didn't understand why Wanda was teasing you, but you weren't complaining.

//-//

Non Readers Pov

Wanda laughed affectionately when Billy launched himself onto her lap as soon as she found him in the backyard.

"Luna, dear, your mother is calling you too." Warned the red-haired woman to her niece who nodded turning toward the direction her aunt pointed.

"Mommy can I play after I change my clothes?" Asked the boy as the woman carried him back to the house.

"Of course honey, but you have to be careful, okay? You can't get your suit dirty."

Just before she reached the entrance, someone called her name, causing Wanda to turn her head curiously.

"Sweetie, I need to ask you something." It was Ruth Eisenhardt, a nasty distant cousin of Wanda's known for gossiping, and lots of it, about all her relatives. "I just heard from Aunt Susan that you are dating that pretty girl you brought over."

Wanda felt her face heat up, but kept her expression impassive. Before she could add anything else, the woman was speaking again.

"Of course we are all happy for you, but when I went to share the good news with Uncle Jeff, he said that Pietro had already denied this affair. Now I'm left not knowing if you're really going out with that beefcake."

Wanda let out an awkward giggle, frowning slightly at the way her cousin spoke.

"We're not exactly together, cousin." The redhead replied. "But that's not really your business."

Ruth grimaced in surprise, but then her expression changed to one of malice.

"You know, I'm just confirming it. Because after all, we don't have pretty things like that lying around in New Jersey."

Wanda clenched her jaw. Ruth was exactly the kind of girl who had a mania for taking what didn't belong to her.

"Cousin, don't flirt with her." Wanda said. "I'll only warn you this once."

Ruth giggled, surprised at the reaction. But Wanda didn't continue the subject, turning and continuing toward the entrance of the house.

"Mom what's flirt?" Billy asked next, drawing Wanda's attention away from her own not-so-pleasant thoughts about someone taking what was hers.

"It's a way adults talk, honey." Wanda explained, biting her lips thoughtfully briefly. "When they want to be more than friends."

"Like best friends?"

Wanda laughs briefly, denying it.

"No, Billy. Like lovers."

Billy makes a noise of agreement. "Why can't Aunt Ruth flirt with Aunt Y/N?"

Wanda sighs lightly, forcing a friendly expression so as not to confuse her son.

"She can."

"But you told her..."

"I know." Wanda interrupts with red cheeks. She takes a deep breath, smiling at her son. "Can I ask you something sweetie?" Billy nods in agreement. "If mommy started dating someone, would you be upset?"

Billy frowns, denying it.

"Mommy, you want to date Aunt Y/N don't you?"

Wanda's eyes widen in surprise.

"Where did that one come from?" she asked.

"You didn't like it when Aunt Ruth flirted with Daddy either, I remember Aunt Monica's birthday." He tells, and Wanda sighs slightly, remembering when she caught Ruth complimenting her husband as she ran her hands through her hair, and Wanda might have gotten a little carried away by accidentally flipping a wine glass in her cousin's lap. On the way home, when the twins asked, she said that she was upset with the way Ruth spoke to their father, and now Billy was able to understand everything. "And now you don't want Aunt Ruth to talk to Aunt Y/N like that." He concluded as if it was obvious. Wanda smiled as she went upstairs, careful not to trip on the steps with Billy on her lap. "Mommy, if you date Aunt Y/N will she move in with us?"

"I don't know dear." Wanda replied with a shy smile.

"If she lives with us, will you let her sleep in my room?"

Wanda laughed, looking at Billy curiously.

"And why is that?"

"Because she knows how to play dragon. And also tell fairy tales." He says counting on his fingers. "And she also helps Tommy with his headache, so she can sleep on our rug and when he wakes up at night, she helps him."

Wanda smiles fondly, shaking her head slightly.

"Those are very good reasons indeed." She says. "But I think Y/N would like to sleep in a bed, no? The floor is uncomfortable."

Billy looks thoughtful and Wanda laughs briefly as she sets him down on the floor, already inside his room. She helps him out of his clothes to put on his party suit that is already on the bed.

"I can sleep in your bed mommy, and then Aunt Y/N sleeps in mine next to Tommy so he won't be alone."

Wanda laughs again, denying with her head. She bends down to button her son's shirt.

"Tell you what. Y/N sleeps in my bed, and if Tommy feels bad, she goes up to his room, how's that sound?"

//-//

Reader pov

"I think it sounds amazing." You spoke as you entered the room, a mischievous smile on your lips. Wanda startled slightly, surprised that you arrived at that moment, but she smiled shyly as she looked at you before turning her attention back to her son.

"Yay, mommy!" Billy spoke excitedly. Wanda sat him down on the bed again, helping him put on his shoes. You guided Tommy gently by the shoulders to the bed, and as soon as he had a look at the suit he began to undress.

"I didn't know you were going to live with us, Aunt Y/N." Tommy comments as he removes his sneakers.

"I didn't know either." You retort, biting back a smile at the sight of Wanda's reddening cheeks. "I guess your mother forgot to invite me."

Wanda mumbles at you to shut up, making you smile.

"Mommy, you have to let Aunt Y/N know that she is going to live with us now." Billy said making you cross your arms, and turn to Wanda, joining in on the joke.

"Yes, Wanda! You need to let me know about these things." You say with false seriousness, and Wanda rolls her eyes in amusement, finishing putting on Billy's shoes and getting up to face you.

"Y/n, honey, you're going to move in with me when we get back home, okay?" Wanda asks in the same tone. You bite back a smile, ignoring how your heartbeat has quickened. You can't help but look at Wanda adoringly however, and her expression goes from playful to shy in microseconds.

"Okay, Wands. I'll love living with you." You say to her next, sounding slightly affected. The twins let out an exclamation of excitement, and break the bubble you are in. You clear your throat slightly as you turn your attention back to them, looking away from Wanda.

"Wow, you guys look great." You comment as you see the boys properly dressed next. The suits are very nice indeed.

"You can go back to the party, but be careful not to get your suits dirty. No playing in the dirt!" Wanda warns the boys, who are already running excitedly outside.

"Okay, I'll go get ready too." You say next, thinking to check your cell phone as well, since you haven't turned it on since you left New York. "See you at the party?"

Wanda nods in agreement and you turn to leave.

At the door she stops you, pulling you by the forearm lightly and raising her hand to your neck, then bringing your lips together.

You both sigh and you feel your whole body tense up and heat up all at once. Wanda pulls away in the next moment, breathing as out of rhythm as you do.

You want to ask her why she did this now, but you think the question can wait until later, because she brings your lips together again, in a kiss far less innocent than before. Wanda closes the door with one hand, and with the other she pushes you against the wood.

You gasp, letting your tongue run across her lip, and she gives you passage.

Her taste intoxicates your senses quickly, your hands moving up to her waist as hers move to your hair, deepening the kiss. You both gasp for air against each other's mouths, unable to separate.

Panting, you feel your head spin as Wanda moves her tongue against yours, slow and sensual, and you can't help but squeeze her waist tightly, enjoying the feeling of her sighing against your lips.

You switch positions next moment, pressing Wanda against the wood of the door, your knee coming up between her legs.

"Oh." Wanda moans breathlessly breaking the kiss. You move your kisses down her jaw to her neck, sucking on the skin and releasing just before marking. Your fingers play with the hem of her blouse, and Wanda brings your head up, kissing you again.

You press your body against her, wanting her to be touching you everywhere. The sensation makes you breathless, and hot in all the right places, causing you to moan.

You think you could kiss Wanda forever if she'd let you. The feeling of having her in your mouth is the best you have ever felt.

There are noises of footsteps coming from the stairs, and you both sigh when you hear them. It's Monica coming up with Luna, who is chatting animatedly. It's just what you need to snap back to reality, and slow down the kiss.

You keep your foreheads together, and your hands around Wanda until the sound becomes distant, signaling that Monica has entered their bedroom with Luna.

You let out a giggle, and Wanda follows you. You look just like two teenage girls making out in secret. When you stop laughing, you kiss her again. Calmer this time. Before you let go, she bites your lip, tugging lightly, and making you gasp before letting go.

"Come on, go change." She commands, pushing you lightly. You smile because she keeps her grip against your blouse as she tells you to leave.

"It is you who are keeping me here, Maximoff." You tease with a smile. Wanda smiles too, and steals a kiss from you before letting go. You stumble backwards out of the room, grinning like an idiot, but you don't care, because Wanda looks at you just the same.

//-//

Wanda looked stunning in her party dress. You wanted to kiss her again, but you knew that if you did you would smear her lipstick, and she would have a lot of inconvenient questions ahead of her. So you just smiled, and breathlessly confessed how beautiful she looked, enjoying her flushed cheeks.

By the time you joined the party, the guests were arranging themselves at the correct places, and you joined a conversation circle with Wanda at your side, greeting a few more people.

As the sun set, Erik and Charles signaled that the ceremony was about to begin.

//-//

It was all very beautiful.

Maybe you cried between one confession and another, but everyone was emotional, so no one really cared.

Your cell phone had lots of pictures on it when you came back to the house, after saying goodbye to the guests who left when the party was over. You were holding Tommy by the hand, while Billy went with his mother, and the boys looked very tired.

"Let's go to bed, okay?" Wanda warned the kids as they followed her upstairs.

Erik wanted to open a bottle of wine, so after the kids were in bed, all the adults were outside on the balcony. Wanda sat very close to you, and you resisted the urge to put your arm around her.

"I guess I'll never get used to parties." Erik then comments, smiling nostalgically, making the group smile.

"I hope you're looking forward to the twenty-year anniversary one, papa." Pietro humorously retorts, and Erik laughs, looking at his husband tenderly.

"I look forward to it."

You smiled at the passionate way the couple looked at each other. You wondered what it must be like to stay married for so long.

"I know we are all tired, but I had something to tell you." Erik then says, exchanging a look with Charles before continuing. "It's about the farm."

"What about the farm?" Pietro asked curiously.

"It 's yours."

Pietro frowns in confusion, looking at Wanda, who has the same look on her face.

"Papa, what?" Wanda asks, and Erik lets out a short laugh.

"You know I've always wanted to remodel this place, ever since you were kids." He recounts. "And Charles and I finally did it. But now we're old. And you two have your whole lives ahead of you, and well, you are our family. So Charles and I agreed that the house should belong to you both."

Wanda and Pietro exchange incredulous laughter.

"Papa, what? Are you sure?" Wanda asks looking from her brother to her father and stepfather. The older men just smile and the next moment they are hugging their children. You and Monica exchange looks of amusement.

"So, does this mean we're moving?" Monica comments once everyone is seated, and elicits a giggle from the group.

"Let's save all this serious talk for tomorrow, shall we?" Erik asks with a smile. "Today, let's just enjoy the stars."

"Someone is feeling romantic." Charles jokes making the group laugh.

"Papa, tell us some of your stories." Pietro asked with a smile, and Erik sighed, taking on a thoughtful expression.

"Um, let's see." He begins. "Have I ever told you about what happened in Budapest...?"

//-//

It was quite late when you and Wanda were finally alone, after Charles and Erik came in, you stayed talking to Pietro and Monica for a few more minutes, until they walked in as well.

You smiled at Wanda as she leaned back in her armchair to face you cross-legged, and you mimicked her position.

"Hey." She called out to you with a smile.

"Hey."

"Did you enjoy the party?"

"Yes." You assured her tenderly. "It was pretty good actually."

Wanda nodded slightly, her gaze falling momentarily to your lips.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything you want, Wanda." You retort, making her smile.

The redhead looks intently at you.

"Did you mean it?" She asks and you blink in confusion. "About moving in with me."

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you smile.

"You're not even going to ask me out first, eh?"

Wanda laughed, looking away with flushed cheeks. You swallowed dryly, lifting your hand to turn her face toward you again, stroking her cheek lightly. God, Wanda was beautiful. Her bright green eyes looking back at you, the way her hair fell around her face, every part of her.

"Don't you think we're happening too fast?" Wanda asks insecurely, you don't put your hand down, enjoying the feeling of her skin.

"It depends." You answer letting your gaze wander to her, your free hand searching for hers in your lap, twining your fingers together.

"On what?"

"If you care about me..." You whisper as you bring your faces closer together, stopping when your lips are almost touching, and you and Wanda both close your eyes in anticipation. " As much as I care about you."

You kiss Wanda before she responds. Sweetly and softly. The sensation makes you smile against her lips, and you ignore the urge to deepen the kiss to pull away.

"Is that your way of saying you're in love with me?" Wanda teases half breathlessly a minute later, her tone playful and confident, but her rosy cheeks give away how affected she is. You think she's irresistible.

You laugh lightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face before looking into her eyes.

"I'm in love with you." You confess simply, watching her blink in surprise and amazement. "So, you still think it's too fast?"

Wanda smiles, denying it, and then approaches you.

"I'm in love with you too" She confesses as a secret against your lips. You feel your stomach rumble with nervousness and excitement, but you don't say anything else, because Wanda kisses you again. She asks for passage with her tongue a second later, making you sigh.

You hold your mouths together in a passionate kiss for long minutes, panting against each other' lips as Wanda moves to sit on your lap with her hands on your neck while your hands move up to her waist. You feel hot and bothered, squeezing her skin as if you want to merge with it. It is only when your kisses begin to move down to her collarbone that Wanda gasps saying that you two should go upstairs.

She moves off your lap, breaking the kiss, and you bite your lips, chasing her mouth again. Standing up, Wanda slides her tongue against yours one last time, making your head spin, before she pulls away, smiling at you as she pulls you by the hand into the house.

She signals with her finger for you to be quiet as you enter, and you swallow dryly as you observe the way her eyes are dark.

Getting to your room seems to take forever, especially since you can barely breathe, but finally you arrive.

Wanda locks the door after you enter. And then the atmosphere changes, because you both know what is about to happen.

She smiles shyly at you and you hold out your hand to her, leading her to sit on the bed beside you.

You exchange a glance before you sigh softly, slowly moving closer to her face. When you kiss her, much more tenderly and gently than any other time, Wanda melts.

She raises her hands to your neck, deepening the kiss as she falls onto the bed and takes you with her. You kiss her firmly, swirling your tongue around hers slowly, making her shiver.

There is no rush in what you are about to do, and you certainly want to enjoy every second of it.

You rest your weight against Wanda, enjoying the feeling of having her beneath you, and the sound that escapes her throat. Your mouth separates from hers only for you to move your kisses down her collarbone, causing Wanda to close her eyes and sigh.

Your hands reach behind her back to pull down the zipper of her dress. When your fingers make contact with her exposed skin, Wanda bites her lips, entwining her legs together in search of more friction.

Your kisses move down as you pull the dress off her body, Wanda shifting on the bed to help you undress her. You move away from her neck to remove the piece completely, your gaze falling to her exposed skin the next moment. The redhead blushes at your stare, but all you can do is admire. The sight of her bare breasts makes your core throb, and you feel the urge to touch and kiss every inch.

You kiss her again in the next second, but part your mouths again quickly to move your lips down her body.

At the first touch on her breasts, Wanda gasps loudly. You smile, controlling the urge to tell her not to be so loud, but you are distracted by the growing heat in your core when you suck on her nipple and she whimpers, bringing her hand to your hair to keep you there.

Dividing your attention between the nipples, you kiss, bite, and suck the sensitive skin, keeping enough of it in your mouth for the skin to be marked red, which elicits a hearty moan from Wanda.

As your kisses begin to descend again, Wanda's body tenses. You kiss at the height of her navel before looking up, and already find her looking up at you with darkened eyes, biting her lip.

"Everything okay?" You ask in a sigh, trying to reason properly out of the bubble of lust.

Wanda's hesitation causes you to raise your face back toward her again, keeping your hands by her side so as not to fall against her body.

"What's wrong?" You ask gently, trying to find any sign of discomfort.

"Nothing." She says with a shy smile. "It's just... it's the first time I... since..."

"Yeah, I know." You interrupt half breathlessly, knowing exactly what she is referring to. "Mine too." You confess, but at this point, you knew she should have guessed it too. You have been grieving partners for quite some time, after all. "Do you want to stop?"

"No." Wanda quickly denies, biting back a smile. "I feel good."

You smile, nodding in agreement.

"Me too."

You kiss Wanda gently again, but before the kiss gets more heated, you pull away to whisper against her lips. "Let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any time."

Wanda nods, bringing your lips together next.

//-//

When you awake, it is probably the best sleep you have had in months. Wanda is curled up on you, her clothes spread across the room lit by the sunbeams from the window.

You mumble that you have to get up because the children will be up soon, but Wanda says that her father will take care of them, and kisses you until you completely forget where you are.

When you finally get up, and go downstairs for coffee, neither adult comments at all on the way Wanda's hand remains in yours throughout the meal.

//-//

While Wanda is talking to Pietro and Erik about how they are going to organize the inheritance of the farm, and the children are playing in the backyard in front of the veranda, you decide to call your mother.

You end up learning that she got a buyer for your apartment, but you tell her that you would deal with these matters when you get back. After checking email and that sort of thing, you turn off your cell phone again.

Taking one last look at the children, you walked back into the house, catching a small piece of the conversation of the others in the living room about what would be done about Wanda's flower shop, but you didn't intrude.

"We know a lot of people around here, Wanda." Charles was counting. "I'm sure we'll be able to find a new location for the flower shop."

Wanda looked slightly apprehensive, probably considering all the consequences of the relocation, but she relaxed her posture completely when you entwined your hand with hers.

When the conversation was over, it was decided that the families would move to the farm. Selling the properties in New York would take some time, but they would still move to the city during the vacations. It was going to be a rush, but Erik and Charles were willing to help too.

Since you guys were leaving that afternoon, you went back to your room to pack. And Wanda joined you a moment later, kissing you on the cheek before sitting down on your bed.

" All good?" You asked as you folded your socks.

"Yeah." She confirmed with a smile. "I'm just trying to believe that all this is really happening."

"It's not every day we get a farm, is it?" You joke making her laugh. Wanda bites her lips next, looking at you fondly, and you look away to your bag, feeling your face heat up.

"I forgot to ask you something yesterday." She begins somewhat shyly. You frown slightly, muttering for her to ask. "Are we dating?"

You laugh in surprise, throwing your folded party clothes into your suitcase, before approaching Wanda, raising your hand to her chin.

"What do you think, love?" You ask against her lips, dragging your mouth down her jaw to the height of her ear. "After what you did with your tongue yesterday, you're not going anywhere."

Wanda gasps, clenching her hands in the bed. You smile because you know the memories have hit her all over again. But you turn away next, smiling innocently at the woman in front of you before turning your attention back to the suitcase.

"I don't get a ring?" She teased next, making you laugh briefly. You looked back at the door before advancing against her, kissing her firmly, completely overturning her confident posture. When Wanda sighed against your mouth, you pulled away, and she grumbled, her hand reaching up to grab your belt and pull you back to her, but noises of footsteps made her give up.

Soon the boys came running into the room, talking excitedly about living on the farm and riding every day, and you wanted to laugh at the way Wanda had to disguise how affected she felt by your small make out session to answer her sons' questions.

//-//

After saying goodbye to your hosts with hugs, you sat in the back seat with the boys, because Tommy insisted that he wanted to show you a video game. Wanda drove you to your apartment, and after getting your suitcase from the trunk, you waved goodbye to the boys, and approached the driver's window.

"I'll call you, okay?" You tell her with a smile, Wanda nods, and you kiss her. Tommy and Billy make disgusted noises in the back of the car, and you and Wanda laugh as you part.

Waving to everyone in farewell one last time, you wait for Wanda to leave with the car before you go into the house.

"Kissing girls on the doorstep, heh? Looks like high school all over again." Your mother teases from the kitchen just as you enter. You laugh as you close the door.

"Spying through the kitchen window, Mom? And I thought I was a grown-up." You retort in the same tone as you walk to the kitchen to greet her with a kiss on the forehead, tossing your suitcase on the counter afterwards.

"Are you really dating then?" Your mother asks and you murmur in agreement. She smiles. "I'm so happy, honey. I can't wait to prepare for the wedding."

You roll your eyes humorously, picking up an apple from the countertop.

"We need to talk about your apartment, by the way." She starts again, looking through her briefcase for something. "I've found buyers, and well, I'm already looking at some houses for you, too." She says as you take a seat next to her at the table. "Of course I love having you here, but we both know you can't wait to have a place of your own again."

You sigh lightly.

"Yeah, Mom." You confirm. "About that..."

//-//

"You're late." Agatha remarked as soon as you stumbled into her office. You gave her a lopsided smile, closing the door as you entered.

"Sorry, I had a date and lost track of time."

Agatha raises her eyebrows at you.

"A date, hm? Let's talk about it then."

//-//

You had just deposited Melina's share of the apartment in the bank when your cell phone vibrated.

A message from Bucky, asking if you were coming to therapy with him today, as he was already at the station. You reply with an emoji, and a text saying coming.

//-//

"I am immensely happy for your progress, even though I am upset that you will not be continuing with us." Stephen says to you and Wanda, in your last group session.

"Well, New Jersey has its support groups. But this one is always going to be special." You tell him as you lightly tap his arm. Stephen smiles as he hands you the progress brooches. Wanda has her hand intertwined in yours, and the man in front of you looks at that before commenting.

"You know, I always find it curious the way pairs develop in the group." He comments. "We never ask that the activities be romantic, but still, many of them end up falling in love."

You and Wanda exchange a mixed look of embarrassment and happiness.

"I guess we have you to thank for that." Wanda says next, but Stephen smiles, denying it.

"Not at all. I'm happy for both of you. After all, I always thought you would get along together." He hints last, making you and Wanda laugh softly.

//-//

"I just need to lock up and grab a few last things in the office, and then we can go." Wanda told you when you arrived at the flower shop. The establishment was now empty, as the moving crew had already passed by.

You waited for her in the reception area.

With the key to the flower shop in hand and the last files that were there, Wanda hesitated. You looked at her, standing in the center of the place, eyes watering, and smiled as you approached.

"Everything okay?" You asked as you touched her arms, stroking her to calm her down.

"Yeah." She sighs, looking around one last time before looking back at you. "It just feels like I'm ending something. Like a chapter in my life."

You swallow dryly briefly, nodding.

"Are you scared?"

Wanda smiles.

"Terrified." She confesses. "But I have you, so I know I'll be all right."

You smile, lifting your hands to your neck to kiss her. It's brief and sweet, and it's exactly what you both need to be sure you're doing the right thing.

"You're a flirt, aren't you Maximoff?" You tease with a smile, and Wanda giggles lightly against your lips.

"And you are breathtaking, love."

You felt your face heat up, kissing Wanda again.

"Are you sure about what we're doing, Wanda?" You let the words escape your anxious brain next. Wanda raised her free hand to your face, caressing your cheek.

" Absolute." She assures. "You are my future."

You swallow dryly, affected by the intensity of the confession. A shy smile escapes your lips in the next moment.

"And you are mine."

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wandaxreader #wandaxyou #wanda maximoff x reader #wandaxyn #wanda x yn #marvel imagines #sorry for your loss

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the-possum-writes · 3 years

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could u maybe do a finn x reader imagine where reader is a princess that needs rescuing? ❤️❤️ also thank you for being such a lovely author!!

What a Princess Does [Finn Mertens]

A/n: Sorry for the delay, but thanks for the support~

Pairing: Finn x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1271

The day of your coronation finally came. With your eldest sibling being crowned King, you were given the title of princess along with a crown to prove your title. It's not that intricate as your sibling's crown, just a smooth band of gold with a single jewel on top.

"Greet our new subjects (y/n)." your brother comments, waving at the citizens below the castle porch.

"Why?" you respond.

"Because it's what royals do, especially princesses." That's something that lingers in your mind for a while. What does a princess do exactly? After the day of your coronation you've been receiving tea party invitations from other princesses, finding it as a nice opportunity to find out an answer for your question.

"What does a princess do? Look glamorous of course-!" Slime princess responded with a flick of, what you assume is her slimy hair.

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"A princess is responsible of filling their head with knowledge and share it with others." is what Turtle Princess told you, her library more than an obvious demonstration of her love for literature. Even if it's on the more spicy side.

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"What? A princess doesn't have to do anything, just sit back, relax and watch others do things for you." Lumpy space princess scoffs at the thought of responsibilities, she's way more interested at picking up boys. But then again she's homeless so you can't completely trust her advice.

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"A princess is just as important as a king or queen, it's your duty to watch over your kingdom and help them prosper." Princess Bubblegum, the more strict of the bunch, explained more than you were expecting to hear.

It made your status as a princess sound more important but your self-doubt manifested itself as well. What if you're not fit for the role? Your thoughts are interrupted when the carriage came to an abrupt stop. Worry started to fill your stomach when you heard horses run away and your guards cry out and drop to the ground. The door opened up to a tall man wearing dark robes, a bandit you assume.

"You're a princess right?" the man asked.

Fear climbs up your throat, unable to speak but still responding with the nod of your head. The man grunts in relief. "Good." before tossing you over his shoulder.

You finally snapped out of your shock after a minute or two. "Hey! What are you doing!?" you start shouting.

"I'm kidnapping you, it's what all the bad guys do to princesses."

Somehow that part made sense to you no matter how messed up it sounded. The man kept rambling about how he'll hold you hostage for ransom money, you had faith that your brother wouldn't leave you hanging, but that doesn't mean you're frustrated with the situation. "I demand you put me down! Somebody help!" you started kicking and shouting again. The bandit struggled to keep a hold on you. "Stop that or i'll-"

"Or you'll what?" A third voice came into the scene, causing you to stop and try to get a good view of who this stranger is. You've heard of brave knights clad in shiny armor saving princesses but you never expected your hero came in the form of a boy dressed in blue shorts and a white bear hat. "Drop the lady or I'll cut you to pieces!" he withdrew his sword from behind, instilling fear within the bandit.

"Alright, alright," he huffs without another word. Unceremoniously dropping you to the ground. How rude! Before he could take his leave the white knight blocked his path with his blade.

"Nah ah ah, you forgot to apologize." the young man was teasing him now, pulling a little chuckle from you.

The thief rolled his eyes, turning around to face you. "Sorry." the thief apologized, "Can I leave now?" he turned to the young man, who, in a single slash of his sword managed to cut the thief's belt and drop his pants in humiliation. This was enough to satisfy the young man and let the thief run off.

"Are you okay?" your knight stored away his sword in favor of helping you stand up, taking your hand in his calloused ones. "Yeah, I'm fine." you insist, but wince slightly the moment you stood up. A scrapped knee. "Ouch, that looks like it hurts. Here, let me help you with that." the blonde lowered himself to his knees, pulling out a plain band-aid from his backpack and sticking it to your fresh wound.

"I... Thank you, but I never got your name."

"Oh right, my names Finn. I'm sorta the sheriff around here." the young man chuckles between a bright smile with a few crooked and missing teeth. He's nice, was the first thought that came to mind upon meeting the boy, although you've never met him before his actions demonstrated a courageous spirit and a heart of gold. Someone you'd definitely love to have around.

Remembering your manners, you stood up straight and pressed your hands together on your lap. "Ehem, Sir Finn I am grateful for your help and as a princess of a nearby kingdom I award you with an honorable job as my bodyguard. I'm sure my brother will pay you heavenly for your services." you keep a formal tone and vocabulary you're definitely not used to.

Finn laugh momentarily, scratching the back of his neck."That's very nice of you princess, but the rest of Ooo needs me as a bodyguard. So, I'm gonna say no to that." A frown appeared on your face, why would he reject your offer? He's a knight and you're a princess, isn't this how these things go? However, any sense of doubt or disappointment faded away when he added. "But, if what you want is to hang out I'm definitely down for that."

The frown on your face turns into surprise, before settling on a beaming smile. Finally, something that has nothing to do with being a princess. "I would gladly... I mean, yeah that'd be cool." you drop the formality with him, happy to be yourself and relax. With your carriage broken down and no guards to company you, Finn offered himself to safely walk you back to your kingdom. Taking the moment to make small talk.

" Hey Finn, you rescue princesses all the time right?" you turn your head to look at him, eliciting a nod from the young man. "Do you know what princesses do exactly? Like, I'm kinda new to all this." you admit, somewhat embarrassed.

Finn chewed on a piece of grass as he looked up at the sky, pondering for a moment before responding. "I'm pretty sure you can do whatever you want. You wanna cook the world's most delicious desserts just for yourself? go for it. What about just going on vacation? Sure, why not? You wanna make life easier for your kingdom? or even rule with an iron boot? It's all up to you princess. Each princess I've met is unique in thier own way."

You're left speechless, you've been so focused on what others want that doing something for yourself has never crossed your mind. It's like an invisible weight has been lift off your shoulders. "What I want..." your eyes trail away from the path that leads to your kingdom, stopping on your tracks to turn the other way around. "... I wanna go out and eat some waffles." you proclaim confidently.

Finn jumped excitingly, jokingly acting in a formal manner. "Mind if I tag along m'lady?" he extends his arm to you, which you happily grab onto.

"Of course my fellow white knight."

#finn mertens x reader #finn the human x reader #Finn the human #adventure time fanfic #reader insert

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cherrycheridarling · 3 years

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chemistry test | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: fluff and acting..?

summary: you're auditioning for the role of silk in the new marvel film. they've already chosen their spider-man and now it's time to see how much chemistry you two have.

wc: 1.9k

"Hi! I'm here for the Marvel auditions?" you greeted the lady who sat at the front desk.

"Hello! What's your name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

Nerves were running through your veins at lightning speed. The lady gave you a kind smile and told you to head to room three hundred and sixteen. You returned the smile before heading to the elevators.

Upon entering, you were faced with at least fifteen other women who were also auditioning. All with black locks and brown eyes. You'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly intimidated. Sure, you had done some small films here and there, but looking at the competition now was frightening. A lady came and handed all of you a small script. At least it was a distraction. You spent the entire time reading your lines and trying your hardest to memorize them.

You sat in the waiting room for at least fourty-five minutes before your name was finally called and you were escorted into another space. Once you entered, your eyes were immediately drawn to the long table where the producers, casting crew and directors - who you've met hundreds of times in your previous auditions - were sat. You shook hands and gave greetings, the usual.

"Y/N, meet our new Spider-Man." Kevin gestured to the brunette boy at the front of the room.

He was cute. Dangerously cute. His small curls that laid messily only seemed to add to his appeal.

You smiled and walked over to him, "Hi. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. It's great to meet you." you offered your hand.

He returned the grin before shaking your hand, "Tom Holland. It's a pleasure." you noticed his British accent and couldn't stop yourself from the confused expression that took over your features.

"You're British?"

He nodded with a smile, "That I am, but," he switched to an American accent, "I can turn it off, too."

Your smile grew, impressed by his ability, "That's so cool. I would try a British accent, but I feel like I might offend you."

He laughed with you for a bit, his hand still holding yours. You both noticed the predicament and quickly withdrew your hands. Sheepish grins showed on both your lips.

Joe Russo cleared his throat, "A little background information in case you're not familiar with Cindy Moon's story."

You silently thanked him for this since you were not at all familiar with whatever the character entailed. Only getting small glimpses of her personality and behaviour before you got thrown into the mix of auditions.

"Cindy and Peter went to the same school and got bitten by the same radioactive spider. A man took Cindy and trained her, but also hid her in a bunker when her powers became too much for her to control. Her Silk Sense – which is her version of a Spider Sense – is incredibly powerful. Stronger than Peter's. In this scene, Peter is saving her from the bunker. Understood?" he spoke so quickly that you nearly didn't catch it all, but nevertheless, you nodded your head.

"Got it." you put the script to the side and took off your jacket.

"Now," Kevin spoke, "Remember, this is a chemistry test. So we want to see – not just how compatible your characters are – but you guys, as well."

Your palms began to sweat. You already knew that they were looking for chemistry, but being put on the spot made your anxiety sky rocket. You nodded again in understanding.

"Sounds good." Tom went to the other side of the room, "Good luck." he sent you another frustratingly attractive smile.

You nodded with your own grin, "Thanks, Spidey."

You spotted a small cot beside you and made your way over, laying with your back to Tom. Ready to start the scene.

"Action!"

Before any lines were given, you lifted your head, but kept it facing the wall. As if you were listening for something, waiting for something.

"Spider- Boy? Guy? Spider-something." you spoke to the wall and a second later, Tom's footsteps were heard behind you.

"I prefer Spider-Man." Tom's voice filled your ears as he leaned against the wall. "Nice to meet you, Cindy Moon."

You held a hand to your head, as if a painful migraine had just arrived. "Your presence is causing me pain. Who-" you looked up at the man, recognition dawning on your features, "Peter."

"W-what? N-n-no, no, no. Who's Peter? I'm Spider-Man." he insisted rather poorly. Deepening his voice.

You turned your body around, hanging your legs off of the cot, "I-I feel it. I remember you. Parker from my science class. Left row, three seats behind me. And my math and history. Front row in history. Middle in math. You always had a new backpack every week."

"Eidetic memory." he mumbled under his breath.

"Hm?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Nothing. Never mind. We can discuss this later. You need to get out of here. And I have come to save you from whatever this place is." he eyed the space with disgust.

You eyed him suspiciously, "Is this some Disney movie? Is there a magical horse drawn carriage waiting outside?"

He showed a boyish grin, "I guess you can call me your knight in red and blue spandex."

You scoffed and stood up, "Okay, Parker. How'd you know I was here?"

"Oh! This awesome dude, Tony Stark, he knows, like, everything! A-and he told me that you were here and sent me on a mission– Which is so cool! But yeah, he told me to come and save you. And that is what I am doing." he jumped up and down like an excited child.

You eyed the space around you, "Wait. M-my powers. I can't control them. I-I mean, I'm trying, b-but it's still—"

"—We can focus on that later! Right now, the richest and sickest guy on the planet is requesting you. C'mon." he grabbed your hand and, as scripted, you both locked eyes immediately.

You tried your best to look like you were falling in love. And as you stared into his deep brown eyes, you found that it wasn't that difficult. He stared back into yours. His hand still wrapped around your fingers. Your free hand travelled to his face, as if you were about to pull his mask up. Resting your palm on his jawline. His other hand that wasn't grasping yours, rested on your hip. A light pressure that nearly sent you into a haze. You both began to lean in and it no longer felt like acting until you squeezed your eyes shut, shook your head and pushed him away rather aggressively.

You put a hand on the wall, drawing heavy breaths in and out, "W-what are you doing to me?" you looked at him through heavy eyelids.

Tom was in a similar position, back against the wall, hand over his chest, "Mister Stark said that m-might h-happen." his head was thrown back against the wall, showing off the expanse of his neck as he swallowed. "Something- Something about our senses causes a strong- How do I say this? I-Intimate attraction between us."

Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "A-an attraction? An intimate attraction? To you? Ew."

He pushed himself off the wall, "Glad to see you haven't changed one bit, Moon." he walked away from you, "We really need to get going. You- Oh! I've been wondering this: Where's your webbing?" he looked around as if he was searching for it.

You stuck your hand out and pretended to shoot a string of silk out of your finger and onto the wall. Tom followed your movements with a starstruck expression.

"That's sick! I have to make mine." he frowned, "We got bit by the same fricking spider and yours is in your hands? Let me see!" he came closer and attempted to grab your hand again before you quickly put it behind your back.

"Don't touch me." you spoke slowly, "I-if this attraction is caused by physical touch. Please, do not touch me."

He plastered on a playful smirk, "Oh, it's more than physical, Moon."

You rolled your eyes and stepped away from the wall, "Dream on, Parker. Are we going to this Mister Stank or whatever?" you waved your hand with a limp wrist.

Tom gasped, "He's Iron Man! It's Mister Stark! Stark! Not stank! And you need a suit. Mister Stark has one ready for you at the compound, but you need something to wear on the way there." he looked around for one.

As if it had just dawned on your character that you were finally leaving the bunker, your attitude changed. A smile gracing your lips.

"I think I can do a little something."

You gestured your hands around yourself, pretending to create a suit from your silk. Tom watched with amazement, "Hey, how are you doing that?" he bent down and examined your body from head to toe.

"I had a lot of free time on my hands. Costume on-the-go. You like?" you smirked as you continued your movements.

Tom nodded his head as he came back up to stand beside you, "I could've saved so much time and money by doing that."

You finally completed your gesturing with a grin, "Ta-da! A bit sticky, but I think it'll do." you pretended to stretch around in the costume.

"Okay, let's go, Moon—"

"—Nope. Nuh-uh. When I'm webbed up like this, call me Silk." you smiled triumphantly.

And with that, the scene came to an end. The producers and casting directors all stood and clapped for you and Tom. You smiled widely at how successful it had gone. Before you could even react, Tom pulled you into a hug. Arms wrapped around your waist. Without a second thought, you wrapped yours around his neck with a laugh.

"You were amazing!" Tom praised you with a wide grin.

You couldn't help but to smile, "Thank you! It helps when you have an awesome scene partner."

His cheeks turned a shade of scarlet at your compliment before Anthony Russo spoke, "That was amazing! Thank you, Y/N."

You shook your head, "Thank you for having me."

Joe came and shook your hand, "Expect a call on Monday. Keep your ringer on." he smiled.

"And that wraps up the chemistry tests! Great job, everyone!" Anthony announced as you handed the script back to them and threw your jacket on.

You swung your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the door.

"Wait!" Tom called from behind you.

You stopped in your steps and turned around with a kind smile.

He held out his phone, "Since we're going to be working together, might as well get to know one another." he had a timid grin.

"Don't jinx it, Holland." you let a light chuckle fall from your lips.

He shook his head, "It's not jinxing, it's manifesting and you were by far the best Cindy Moon. You've already got the part." he insisted making you shake your head.

"We'll see about that." you punched in your number and before you could add your name, Tom took his phone back.

"Wait." he quickly typed away.

'silk'

You smiled at the contact name before offering your phone. He typed in his number and took it upon himself to put the name.

'spidey'

"I'll see you around, Y/L/N." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.

You nodded, "Definitely, Holland." you turned around and walked out of the door.

Both of you were so engrossed in your interaction that you didn't notice the producers and casting directors watching from afar. Proud smiles dawning their lips.

They found their Cindy Moon.

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Hii can I request a deleted scene for "if I could keep cool" that tells chapter 2 from Shouto's POV? I would absolutely love to c what was going through Shouto's head when he figured out that Y/N was just a cleaning lady and what was the moment that made him want to ask her out when he saw her at his house afterwards! Thank u!!

I accidentally got carried away, so this bad boy is 1.9k!! My apologies lol. I hope you like it!!

It wasn’t every day that someone told Shouto Todoroki to go fuck himself.

Particularly not quirkless civilians, and never those he’d rescued.

There was usually a lot more breathless gratitude, some bowing and scraping, and—mystifyingly—a lot of phone numbers, handkerchiefs, and very unsubtle attempts to get a hand or two around his biceps. Shouto didn’t really know what his biceps had to do with it, but he’d seen the same thing happen to Midoriya and Kirishima as well—and Bakugou once, before he’d nearly gnawed the woman’s hands off—so he assumed it was just another social cue he’d never understand.

As little as he cared for social cues, however, he was certain that there was usually a lot more thank you and a little less go fuck yourself involved in the whole rescuing process.

But then, he’d also never told off a civilian for having been kidnapped before.

A civilian who, he’d come to realize almost immediately afterward, hadn’t deserved it.

When he’d asked his mother her advice over the phone, she’d told him the best thing to do was to be honest and try to start fresh. “White flowers mean forgiveness—tulips new beginnings,” she’d advised him.

So Shouto had ducked into the nearest florist and brought back an apology in hopes that you would accept it.

He might have known, however, that you’d manage to turn even a simple apology completely on its head.

The clatter of cleaning supplies in his kitchen on Thursday afternoon told Shouto you’d let yourself in for your usual shift. He followed the sound, only for it to halt at his approach, the kitchen seemingly empty as he drew nearer.

He stopped short, fighting down a surprised swell of amusement when he realized you’d ducked down, hiding yourself behind his counters as if anyone, especially a pro hero, might be fooled by that.

“I know you’re there,” he said, keeping his tone even.

He heard a muttered swear word, and then you were rising slowly to your feet, wearing a sheepish expression, and clutching a bottle of windex like a weapon.

You looked just as you had the day of your rescue, though obviously a little less harrowed by a kidnapping. You were dressed casually in jeans and a simple shirt, no indicator that you were an employee of a cleaning service—Shouto felt at least a little justified in his mistake from last week.

You were clearly a college student, the backpack dumped at his kitchen island was evidence of that much, overflowing with textbooks and notes as it was, and you looked just slightly disheveled, like you might have come straight from class.

It was part of some nebulous, unassuming appeal to you, now that he had occasion to notice. He’d remembered your features twisted up in disdain, but they were open in surprise now, your eyes wide, fixed on him. His own eyes were drawn to the scrunch of your nose, a little curl of embarrassment that he suddenly found himself unable to tear his gaze away from.

“I, uh, thought you weren’t supposed to be here,” you admitted to him with a visible cringe.

Shouto almost laughed. He didn’t know much about you, but it was clear to him now that you weren’t anything like a crazy fan. You looked like you’d rather be anywhere but here at the moment. In fact, you looked rather like you might bolt any second.

A strange feeling shifted in his chest, and Shouto cut right to the chase.

“I owe you an apology,” he said simply.

You startled so violently that you dropped the windex. “W-what?”

Shouto sighed, admitting, “My manager schedules the cleaning days. I didn’t realize that you were—that is to say, I thought you were a fan who had broken in and managed to get kidnapped while you were at it.”

You gaped, another confused little expression that Shouto found himself fixating on with an intensity that surprised him. The weird feeling in his chest shifted, burning a little hotter.

He wondered absently what other expressions he could get you to make.

“Oh, I, um...nope. Not a fan,” you said, and the feeling grew more insistent.

He paused over the phrasing—not a fan.

It had never bothered him before, when someone was a bigger fan of a classmate than they were of him, or weren’t really a hero fan at all. Shouto honestly did not quite understand why hero work was so tied up in fandom in the first place, and only attended fan events because his manager’s temper was not a thing to be trifled with.

He wanted to be a hero who put people at ease, but ease was the last thing he felt with people clamoring all over him. Fighting villains was infinitely more preferable.

So why did your admission that you weren’t a fan of his niggle at his brain, like a particularly insistent parasite?

Who were you a fan of, if not him?

“...Well, glad that’s cleared up now. I’ll just, uh, go then,” you said, grabbing an armful of the cleaning supplies and shoving it back under the sink hastily.

Shouto had moved before he knew what he was doing, getting himself in between you and the door out to the hallway.

“Wait,” he said, feeling uncomfortable. “I want to make up for what I said to you. You...didn’t deserve that, especially not right after you’d been kidnapped by a villain.”

He watched you eye the space between his hip and the counter, like you were considering making a break for it. As he watched your face, he felt some strange hope that you might try it, a certainty he would catch you.

...Why did he want to catch you?

You waved a hand. “It’s fine. You saved me, we can call it even.”

Shouto’s mouth turned down minutely. He’d behaved badly, but surely you’d credit him better manners than that. “It’s my fault you were taken in the first place. I’d like to apologize properly.”

Your face did something weird, then, another distracting little curl of the nose. “You don’t actually have to go fuck yourself,” you blurted.

Shouto stared at you, caught off guard.

“Uh, I mean. You saved my life,” you babbled suddenly. “And yeah what you said to me was super rude, but what I said to you was also super rude. So, um, I’m sorry too. And I really would just like to call it even and forget about it because it’s super embarrassing for both of us and I could literally die thinking about it.”

You stopped suddenly, looking self-conscious like you’d realized you’d been rambling. Shouto almost wished you hadn’t.

“I hadn’t really planned on it,” he said quickly.

“Hadn’t planned on what?”

“Fucking myself,” he clarified. You choked on a shocked laugh, and he let a small smile tug at his mouth—there.

Finally.

Finally you looked a little more comfortable with him.

Shouto tried hard not to look too pleased with himself.

“Oh, well that’s good, then," you said. Then you puffed up a little, adding, "That’s probably a job for your actual secret lover.”

Good lord. “Not you, too.”

You threw him a smile, and Shouto’s heartbeat tripped over itself. “But I have evidence. I saw that homemade soup in your fridge once with the love note attached.”

It took him a moment to focus on what you were saying, but Shouto recalled the soup in question. It had been quite good, even if Bakugou had spent almost a half an hour ranting about what a weak ass little bitch he was for catching a cold. It had almost been worth it, the soup was that delicious. “Ah yes. That secret lover.”

“Cute pet name, too,” you said.

Shouto let out a low laugh, recalling the note. “You fucking fuck, was it?”

You laughed too, tension easing from your shoulders. Shouto’s eyes hungrily traced even that small movement.

A dawning sense of what was happening finally settled over him as he pronounced, “As it happens, however, I did already plan more of an apology.”

You looked up at him, your brow furrowing. “You planned...more of an apology?”

He gestured to a tall vase of white tulips on the kitchen counter. Your eyes went a little rounder as you observed them. You looked like you weren’t sure if they were for you, as if there were another previously kidnapped cleaning girl lurking about, who might be in need of an apology.

What a fascinating thing you were.

“I’ve been told that they mean forgiveness and new beginnings. I had hoped that we might...start over,” Shouto explained. He couldn’t help but feel self-conscious.

“I didn’t bring you any flowers,” you blurted.

He covered up a surprised laugh with a cough, the feeling in his stomach burning hotter. “I hadn’t expected them.”

He watched you turn back thoughtfully to the bouquet, certain now.

Over the phone, his mother had also said white flowers carried connotations of honor and purity. Two notions, Shouto realized with a growing sense of curiosity, that may be entirely inapplicable to his feelings about you.

He didn’t know much about you, but he knew for certain that he’d like to know more. And as he watched you reach out to pluck at a petal, wearing a shy little smile, he thought that yes, honor and purity had very little to do with his intentions at the moment.

You thanked him for the flowers, and Shouto made it clear to you that he hadn’t meant what he’d said about you being unwelcome here. He wanted—no, desired your return now.

“That’s good to hear, thank you,” you said. Then your smile went a little mischievous. “As you can see, though, it didn’t really deter me.”

Shouto let himself smirk. “If I hadn’t seen the cleaning supplies already on the counter, I would be concerned that you’d come back for revenge.”

“There’s still time,” you joked. “Maybe I was going to play the long game and fill all the bottles with Sprite.”

The mulish statement surprised him into another laugh. “I hope the flowers are enough of a deterrent.”

You looked over the flowers again, then smiled up at him. His eyes caught on your mouth.

“The bribe has been accepted. Your countertops are safe from me.” You paused, then added, “For now.”

The hot feeling was everywhere now, simmering just underneath Shouto’s skin. He left himself lean towards you, relishing in the way your breath caught in a tiny hitch. “Be warned that I will do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of my countertops.”

You complained that he hardly used them, but complied nevertheless. Then you bullied him out of the kitchen, that tiny little scrunch back on your nose.

Shouto let you have your way, making his way over to the couch and settling on it with a book he had absolutely no intention of reading. Instead, as he watched you clean, he considered things.

He had always been straightforward about his goals. Once he’d chosen heroism as his dream, he’d let nothing stand in his way, working diligently all through UA, shooting nonstop through the ranks before breaking into the top five this year, one of the youngest to have ever done it.

He was deliberate about what he wanted. He worked hard for what he wanted.

And as he wandered back towards the kitchen, questions ready in his mouth, he knew what else he wanted.

He wanted to know more about you.

He wanted to spend more time with you.

He wanted…

Well, he rather thought he wanted you.

I was going to edit this but every time I went to touch it, I made it worse. I hope you liked it anyway!

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