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sturnsbaebackup · 4 months

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IS IT OVER NOW? - MATT STURNIOLO (PART TWO)

i highly recommend reading part one before you read this, which is linked here!

summary: after seeing matt at the party and admitting you still have feelings for him, things aren’t so radio silent between you two anymore.

warnings: not proof read lolll sorry if there’s typos 😛

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immediately after the party, a week went by of still no contact from matt after your heated encounter with him.

at that party a few weeks ago, you spat out plenty of angry words at him and he did the same to you, which had been keeping you both up at night. both of you wishing you could take the entire situation back. you and matt just wanted each other, but neither of you knew how to break the silence. that was until matt decided to text you last week, asking if you wanted to go for a drive.

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you hear your phone buzz as you begin to start falling asleep, and you groan in annoyance. you roll over in your bed and grab your phone off of the charger. your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you see the familiar contact photo appear on your lock screen.

“what the fuck?” you blurt out, immediately sitting upright in your bed and opening his text.

matt | can i come pick you up in like 10 mins? i’m in the car and im not too far from you. we gotta talk

read 12:24 am

you take your sweet time rereading the text to make sure you’re not dreaming. it’s been pure radio silence from matt since the party, and the first thing he texts you is that?!

matt | you have your read receipts on yk

read 12:26 am

“oh fuck,” you mumble, immediately starting to type out a response. your hands are trembling a little due to all of the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

you | oops sorry but yeah ofc just text me when you’re here

he reacts to the message with a thumbs up, and you immediately bolt out of bed. you curl your eyelashes quickly and add a little bit of blush on your cheeks and nose. he knows you were about to sleep, so there’s no point in putting on obvious makeup. you grab a random hoodie from your closet and throw on some slippers. you look homeless, but who cares. it’s just matt.

that’s what you keep repeating in your head to yourself in an attempt to calm the nerves that are practically doing somersaults in your stomach.

it’s just matt. it’s just matt. its just matt. nothing to be scared of. it’s just matt.

your thoughts are broken up when your phone dings with the message of matt letting you know he’s waiting in the car outside. you exhale deeply as you lock the door behind you, shivering in the cold, late night, los angeles air. muffled music can be heard from the outside of matt’s car, and his eyes are glued to his phone. he’s just as nervous as you are, maybe even more.

your hand wraps around the door handle, and you pull it gently in an attempt to not frighten matt. his eyes look up at you and lock with yours, making your heart skip a beat.

“hi matt,” you say awkwardly as you sit in his passenger seat.

“y/n, hi,” he smiles softly, beginning to put the car in drive. you keep your eyes down at your feet as the car begins to drive away, the silence killing you internally. in previous moments like this, you both would be fighting over aux not even a minute into the car ride, but this time it’s dead silent with quiet music playing in the back.

“so, you wanted to talk?” you blurt out, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“yeah, but i was hoping maybe we could get some mc donald’s before we have the serious conversation? you know, like old times,” he says, reminding you of the times where after a bad fight you guys would talk things out in a parking lot over a shared mcflurry and fries.

you let out a soft chuckle, “yeah okay, sounds perfect.” the silence isn’t as awkward as before, but the tension is so tense you genuinely could cut it with a knife. your thumbs fiddle in the front pocket of your sweatshirt as you wait for the traffic light to change, the mcdonald’s drive thru being at the other end of the intersection.

“can i get two oreo mcflurrys and a large fry?” matt asks the lady working the drive thru. she calculates the total and you immediately reach for your wallet to grab your card, but matt quickly stops you.

his hand now rests on your forearm, “no y/n. let me pay, i’m the one who dragged you out so late,” he smiles softly. when he notices his hand on your arm he quickly takes it off, making your heart sink a little. ‘things aren’t how they used to be, we aren’t dating, and you need to realize that,’ you mentally tell yourself.

eventually you guys get your food and pull into the far back corner of the parking lot. it’s very dimly lit but the flickering florescent street light that’s shining on matt is making the dark bags under his eyes extremely visible. you’re quick to notice them, and you instantly know he hasn’t been getting much sleep at all, and you have a guess that the reason is what he’s about to talk to you about.

he unbuckles the seatbelt and rotates in his seat, resting his back against his door facing you. “so… first of all how’ve you been?”

you pick up a fry from the bag that rests on the center console, letting it cool off between your fingers as you speak up. “i’ve been uh— you know. just living, i guess. how have you been?” you shrug, putting the fry in your mouth.

“not good, honestly. that’s why i texted you,” matt admits, looking down at his thumbs that reside in his lap. your heart drops at his statement and an overwhelming feeling of sadness rushes over you. if you and matt were still dating, you would be pulling him in a tight hug and holding his head against your chest. but you can’t do that, so you just sit and looking at him.

“what?” you ask, hoping you heard him wrong.

“i haven’t been getting much sleep. like, at all. i really miss you, and i fucked up at that party. i never should’ve been trying to make you jealous with her. that wasn’t fair to either of you, and your words keep playing through my mind every night. it keeps me up at night.”

you take a moment to process what you’re hearing, and sigh. “matt come here,” you say, putting your mcflurry down into the cupholder and leaning over the center console to hug matt. he looks up at you with sad eyes, confused at what you’re about to do, but as soon as he realizes, he immediately hugs you back.

you pull his head into your chest and rest your hand over his left cheek, making sure to hold him as close as possible. you press gentle kisses on the top of his head as your fingers play with the ends of his hair.

“i miss you, y/n. i love you so much and i’m so sorry i thought we needed space, i was so unbelievably wrong. i was just going through a weird phase for like a month and shoved you away, but i really think you’re the only person who can calm me down. you bring me back to earth, y/n,” matt mumbles against your chest.

“shh matty, it’s okay. we don’t need to talk about it yet, let’s just enjoy the moment,” you mutter into his hair softly. eventually you and matt break the hug and continue to catch up on everything you guys have missed in each others lives within the last few weeks.

“speaking of clothing— is that my hoodie?” matt asks you, sidetracking from your conversation.

you look down at the gray nike sweatshirt that rests on your body, and your cheeks flare up with heat. “oh my god! that’s so embarrassing, i had no idea this was yours. i just grabbed the first hoodie i could find. i swear i thought i gave this back to you,” you blush.

matt chuckles, “keep it. it looks cute on you. plus, you’re just gonna end up stealing all of the hoodies you gave back to me.”

“you know me so well,” you laugh as you throw a fry at matt.

“hey watch it! i just got the car cleaned!”

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ridenwithbiden · 1 month

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Joe Biden had some good news on Tuesday as polling showed him gaining on Donald Trump in 6 battleground states, 7 months before the presidential election. In response, one leading Democratic strategist said the “Biden bump is real”.

According to Bloomberg News and Morning Consult, Biden now leads Trump by 1 point in Wisconsin, having trailed by 4 last month, and is tied in Pennsylvania, where Trump had a 6 point lead last month. The two candidates were also tied in Michigan.

In other states likely to decide the presidential election in November, Trump was ahead in Arizona, Georgia, Nevada and North Carolina. Only Georgia, however, showed an increased lead for the presumptive Republican nominee.

Biden was due to campaign in North Carolina on Tuesday.

Trailing Biden in fundraising, Trump had no campaign events scheduled.

On Monday, a Biden campaign spokesperson called Trump “weak and desperate – both as a man and a candidate”, adding: “His campaign can’t raise money, he is uninterested in campaigning outside his country club, and every time he opens his mouth, he pushes moderate and suburban voters away with his dangerous agenda.”

Encouraging signs for the president included emerging positivity on economic conditions and many voters saying they had recently seen more positive news about Biden, particularly after his combative State of the Union address.

Simon Rosenberg, a Democratic strategist and commentator, said: “[The] election is clearly changing now, moving towards Biden: 10 recent national polls show Biden leading, he’s up 1 now in [the] Economist poll average, Harris this week finds Biden gaining 4, this new Bloomberg/MC polling also finds significant movement towards Biden.

“Biden bump is real.”

In the Bloomberg/Morning Consult poll, around half of Biden voters said they were determined to stop Trump.

Eli Yokley, US politics analyst for Morning Consult, told Bloomberg: “Negative energy motivates people. And the people who are supporting Joe Biden today are much more likely to express that negative energy that energised his 2020 campaign.”

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mcalastor · 23 days

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(Wait if I just-throws insane child cult leader into the mc Donald’s again)

Faith had walked back to the mc Donald’s knocking on the door staring at alastor through it

Konnichiwa, hello~! I brought you something.

She was holding a basket of brownies in a handmade woven basket

She stood outside of the McDonald’s happily rocking back and forth waving aggressively at alastor

Unfaithful one! Let me in~

*He kind of just ignores her, chilling in the freezer while very loudly and obnoxiously singing "Your never fully dressed without a smile." For some reason the hot choco is still there.*

#alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin roleplay #hazbin hotel

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 9 months

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In the empty world, the skeleton finds someone else.

Here's the fun part, whoever they find is entirely up to you. It could be their brother, an enemy, or even someone completely estranged to them.

Here is the first (very angsty) part!

Undertale Sans - So. He might have thought Toriel was an hallucination and said outloud that he would have at least see nice boobs before dying. He is surprised when Toriel roars with laughter suddenly, startling him, and brutally realising she is really there and what he just said. Sans teleports (not to) far away to hide. He's sad it's not his brother, but he's relieved he's someone he knows and could live with without a problem. Finally he's not the only adult in charge of the end of the world.

Undertale Papyrus - He was kinda hopeless after posing his signs until one day he woke up with someone in his house, criticizing his cans of food and throwing them by the window one by one. Papyrus is happy, thinking that thrash person must be his brother. He for sure didn't expect Jerry of all people to be the only other person alive. Papyrus is having a mental breakdown right here and right now.

Underswap Sans - He was about to die in his car because of his own stupidity when he heard a familiar voice insulting him and threatening him to kill him herself if he was dying on her. Alphys. Blue never got so relieved in his life and will gladly let her save his life. He has no words to say how thankful he is.

Underswap Papyrus - He didn't even react when Asgore opened his closet as he heard people crying inside. Honey still thinks he's dreaming and lets the old King carry him like a ragdoll. When it clicks in his head it's real, Honey cries again, this time hugging Asgore like a koala. He's so glad he is not all alone anymore. He's traumatised.

Underfell Sans - He was watching a bank burn, eating pop corn, when Edge suddenly pops next to him, looking at the fire in disbelief. Red looks at him, shrugs and keeps watching. That's surely just his conscience telling him it's bad. It was damn time he loses it entirely! You know what! Fuck you conscience! He kicks his brother in the knee and instantly regret it when Edge makes him fly with a bone on several meters. Oof.

Underfell Papyrus - AH! He knew it was a survival game! He's facing Undyne like a cow boy, a hand holding a machette, and runs to attack her. Undyne flinches in surprise but quickly attacks back. They're rolling in the mud like wild animals now. That's their way to say they are happy to see each other again I think.

Horrortale Sans - His chicken are back. One day, he saw them running to him in panic from a random street. Oak is kinda happy to have them. Making sure they can survive is like his new goal in life and they make good cuddle buddies at night. He still feels lonely, but at least he has something to do until things go back to normal.

Horrortale Papyrus - He was having a panic attack when he felt something big hug him and purring like hell. Willow can't believe it. Oak is back, like nothing happened, and asks him what they're eating for dinner. Willow breaks down in tears and crushes him in a hug. Oak has no idea what's going on. Oh yeah, he found the chicken outside too. He's not sure why they were outside again, he kinda forgot everything that happened once he saw Willow. For the best, probably.

Swapfell Sans - The universe hates him. That's the only way. When he thought that he was finally free from Toriel... It turned out she is the only monster still alive and overprotective now. Nox is kinda chained to her and forced to follow her around as she's telling him horrible things, like that it was time he realised his brother was holding him back. In the end, Nox starts to believe it to not lose it entirely.

Swapfell Papyrus - He found a Mc Donald's employee. The both of them invaded one of the restaurant and stressed it all the nuggets in two hours. Now Rus is in depresssion cause he realised he will never eat nuggets again. The McDonald's employee says that they could start a McDonald's pilgrimage to go eat every McDonald's chicken McNuggets around the world. Rus says it's completely ridiculous. He loves the idea and wants to do it now. Here goes your weird romance fanfiction start.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Well, when he saw Alphys on the rails while he was driving his train, he didn't think and sped up the train... On one hand, he is still alone. On the other though, he fucking beat Alphys to death with his hell train, god he's so proud of himself! If only they had trains Underground!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - One day, Undyne opened his closet and joined him to hide from the world. It's a thing now. None of them is talking, they're just kinda awkwardly hugging each other to comfort the other, and once in a while, one of them goes out to cook and bring back the food. He guess they're sort of friends now???

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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silversatin2105 · 2 days

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Hey there. I have an angsty request. I love the Haitani brothers could you please do a paragraph format scenario where Rindou finds out that his ex girlfriend, whom he still loves, has moved on with his brother. Would he be angry? Would he be accepting? Would he decide to try to win her back? I really enjoyed your first scenario and can’t wait to see more! Thanks!

yeah can do I had a good think on this one and this is what I came up with please enjoy.

“Come hell or high water “

Rindou x Ex- reader story

It had been about three weeks since Rindou broke up with you, it was for your own good he told himself, within Tenjuku there was no one he really trusted to keep you safe, to not use you as a pawn in the plan and to keep your well-being in mind.

So with a heavy heart he did it, he broke up with you, ending it on a high note before the darkness of gang life could engulf the light of your soul,he told himself that you were safe, how wrong he was as he spotted you with not only another guy but his own flesh and blood, his brother in arms Ran.

“How could he ?” Were the thoughts that filled his mind, Ran knew fine well the reason he broke up with you, that you were off limits, that Rindou broke up with you without malefic intent, that he still loved you, he just couldn’t be with you.

But seeing you now, hand in hand with him outside a Mc Donald’s in a street in kanto was too much for his heart to take and blind with anger Rindou acted without a single thought.

“What the hell are you playing at” were the words you heard from a familiar voice call out, you sighed and raised your eyebrow to this, was this seriously happening.

“I think it’s evident, I’m out with my girl” Ran responded with his usual cold expression on his face, arm over your shoulder, your anger building.

“You knew damned well how I felt about her, you could have had anyone else but why her?” Rindou asked before he felt the fresh sting of a slap to his face, with a red hand you took ahold of Rans and walked on.

Shocked and confused Rindou thought to himself.

“was it over?”

Only time would tell if you both would end up on the same path again as Rindou vowed to see you safe again, even if it wasn’t with him.

Come hell or high water

END SCENE

#tokyo revengers #toman gang #tokyo manji gang #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tenjiku #reader x character #written response #Toman-Inquisitorial-division

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what-if-nct · 7 months

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Yangyang: Kun, Kun, I have to pee.

Kun: Then go.

Yangyang: You have to go with me, Ten always goes with me.

Kun: And that's what's wrong with you. Just go.

*30 minutes later*

Kun: Where's Yangyang?

Xiaojun: Did you think that maybe Ten went with Yangyang not to protect him from the world but to protect the world from him.

Kun: Yeah, that actually makes more sense. Let's go find him.

Hendery: He's across the street at the McDonald's.

Kun: You saw him leave and didn't say anything.

Hendery: I didn't think you'd get all missing child about him he just wanted a happy meal.

Xiaojun: I kinda want a happy meal too.

Hendery: Yeah me too can we go?

Kun: We just orded from this very expensive restaurant.

Hendery & Xiaojun: But Mc Donald's.

*ten minutes later*

Kun: Yes, two Happy meals, one nuggets and the other a cheese burger.

Yangyang: Can I get ice cream?

Hendery: Me too.

Xiaojun: Me too.

Kun: Here take my card and order what you want. I'm going to lay on the ground outside.

#nct incorrect quotes #nct #nct incorrect texts #wayv #wayv incorrect quotes #wayv incorrect texts #Xiaojun #kun #Yangyang #Hendery

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strawberrysunsets · 1 year

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The Empty World (Ch. 8)

Donald Pierce x fReader

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Pierce and the Reavers are sent to capture a mutant with mysterious abilities. This chapter: The mutant settles into their new world at Transigen's laboratory.

Warnings: Injury, swearing, mention of death, manipulation.

Angst, slow burn, enemies to lovers

Author's Note: Sorry for disappearing for literally 4 months! But... here's a new chapter! 😬

P.S. I changed it so that the MC/Reader is going by the name 'Ray' while at Transigen (an old nickname, given to them by a friend) cause I was getting tired of using y/n 👍

Chapter 8: Assignment

That night, you lay in the darkness without even trying to sleep. It was futile, for whenever you closed your eyes, you were inundated by all the images and sounds you tried to push away by day.

Gunfire.

Shouts; screams.

Logan’s voice, calling your name; telling you that if you’d only gotten there a little sooner…you might have all made it out together. One small, strange family; the only thing you’d ever wanted. Except that Caliban and Charles had already been gone by the time you reached North Dakota, and there was no bringing them back. Any of them.

You let out a sharp breath and rolled over in the darkness, curling your wings in around you as you stared out the window. The lights of Mexico City twinkled back at you; replacing the stars with a thousand points of neon and lighting the sky with a purple haze. You wondered if somewhere out there, any trains were passing by in the night. Living at Logan’s compound in New Mexico, you’d grown used to the sound of the freighter passing on the tracks, and shaking the whole building with its rumbling progress. It had grown comforting, in a way; making you feel as if you weren’t the only one alone in the darkness.

There was nothing, and no one, to keep you company now.

***

The light of day was an unwelcome intruder when it finally dragged you from sleep. Somewhere, an alarm was going off.

You stumbled around blearily to shut it off, knocking over a lamp with your wings in the process.

I have to dissipate these fucking wings, you thought with half a mind, before collapsing back onto the bed with a sigh. You couldn’t live like this forever, but the thought of engaging with your powers again – of drawing on the Ether – was too much for right now. Because it brought up all the memories of working with Caliban as you learned to control it, and those were the memories you were currently trying to push into the darkest corner of your mind.

But you had something else to focus on, for today; for you’d slept well into the afternoon, and had a meeting to get to. You showered and dressed, wincing with every movement that pulled at your still-healing shoulder and the burns along your calves, then set off in the direction of Ansley's office.

Some personnel were just leaving when you arrived, and you stood back to let them pass, shooting them cold glares as you did. You didn’t know who they were, but figured that anyone working for Transigen – save the nurses and aids, who seemed like decent people – were probably no good.

Can’t hurt to be hostile. It was your new motto.

“Come in,” Ansley called, as you turned to enter his office. “I trust you’re finding your way around alright?”

“Oh, perfectly,” you muttered, lowering yourself into one of the cushioned chairs facing his desk. “I’ve always wanted to live in a research lab that failed its ethics review.”

Ansley raised a brow, and finished typing something on his laptop before turning his full attention to you.

“Yes, well. Most personnel have accommodations outside the facility, but it seems like this arrangement might be better suited to your situation. For the time being, at least."

You shrugged a wing noncommittally.

“Now – we have a few things to discuss before the team briefing. Your contract, here; and these regulations pertaining to the facility.”

After a bout of paperwork during which you scratched your name – not your real name; just Ray, the old nickname you’d given them to use – onto more dotted lines than you cared to count – the terms and conditions for life, it seemed – you heard a pair of heavy footfalls approach the office’s door.

“Ansley,” a drawling voice greeted, as Pierce and another man entered the office. You stiffened at Pierce's arrival, and eyed him with all the trust one might reserve for a feral tiger with which they shared a cage. He sat in the chair across from you, and sighed as he motioned for the other man – someone dressed in dark combat gear; probably another Reaver – to close the door behind them.

Pierce was wearing a dark button-up shirt and fatigues of the kind you’d come to associate with him. His gaze met yours as he sat, and his eyes seemed serious beneath the shadowed fall of his hair.

“Pierce; Clark,” Ansley greeted. “Ray, you’ll have met Pierce,” Ansley introduced, nodding towards them. “Our Head of Security. And Andrew Clark; our Facility Security Coordinator. You’ll be working closely with them on most of your assignments. Particularly this first one.”

Your gaze flicked coldly between the two men, trying not to linger again on Pierce, and then moved back to Ansley. “And what exactly is my first assignment?”

Ansley nodded slightly, sighing through his nose as he leaned back in his chair. “Pierce, do you want to do the honours?”

Pierce’s gaze slid to you once more, and he tapped his metal fingers absentmindedly on his knee. The bruises you’d spotted on his neck yesterday were now concealed by the collar of his shirt, so for all intents and purposes he seemed back to his normal self.

“Recon and acquisition,” Pierce said. “We’ll be getting intel on some friendly neighbourhood competition, and taking back something of ours.”

Your gaze shifted from Pierce, back to Ansley.

“A few months ago,” Ansley continued, “one of our top researchers – Dr. Johan Hansfeld – was poached from our ranks.”

“The competition offered him bigger bucks,” Pierce cut in, for your benefit.

“Unfortunately, he took some important research with him when he left,” Ansley continued. “Which we’re looking to recover. He’s currently working with Zenith Labs, and we’re looking to remove him from their ranks, as well.”

You sat back, a cold feeling creeping over your skin.

“So you want me to steal something, and kill someone?”

Ansley waved a hand airily, though his expression darkened slightly. “You’re returning to us what is already ours. And we’ll simply be reminding Johan of the intellectual property he owes us, before he goes into a convenient retirement in the Bahamas. In any case – your purpose is not to question your assignments. It’s to carry them out.”

Your hackles rose, but you were saved from replying by a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Ansley called, as a woman with dark, curly hair entered the office, carrying a stack of laminated files.

“Ansley; good to see you,” she said, approaching to shake the hand he extended as he stood.

“Thank you for joining us,” Ansley said. “We’re glad to have you. Pierce; you’ve met Gloria,” he said. “And Ray, this is Gloria Fueyo; an accomplished journalist. She happens to share our interest in exposing the corruption at Zenith Labs, and has a briefing on their facility's layout for you and Pierce’s team to study. Your assignment will take place a week from today.”

***

The rest of the day passed in a blur, as you studied floor plans and tried not to think too much about what exactly it was that you’d gotten yourself into. Lack of sleep and the constant throbbing pain of your injuries muddled your thoughts, though, and doubt began to creep into the spaces between them. You were going to raid a laboratory, at night, and kidnap a scientist. There’d be security personnel guarding the lab, but Pierce would take them out for you, as he'd assured you. He was a mercenary – a trained killer – and you were working with him.

What would Charles, Logan, and Caliban think of me now? You thought, rubbing your temples. What would anyone?

You limped down to the cafeteria to get food when it grew dark outside Transigen’s windows, and then returned to the infirmary to have your wounds checked before heading back to your rooms. The antiseptic tang of the medical bay was nearly growing comforting, given your frequent visits, and you let a nurse – not Benjamin, and you’d been too tired to learn their name – work away at the dressings on your shoulder and calves without comment.

“You’ll be alright, if you try not to strain your shoulder,” the nurse told you, the lilt of her accent lending the words melody. “And try not to get the bandages wet.”

You took the pills she proffered, and gazed up at the fluorescent lights as you waited for them to kick in.

You could see yourself falling into a rhythm, here – in this soulless building, with its concrete walls and unquestioned orders. It would be a mind-numbing routine of waking, showering, carrying out assignments, and eating tasteless food. A routine which didn’t require thinking, or feeling. And perhaps it was better, that way. Perhaps that was the best way to get through this indentured servitude, to which you felt as if you'd sold your soul.

A line of hot liquid traced down your cheek, and you sat up as the tear trickled into your hair. Late as it was and exhausted as you were, you should probably get back to your rooms. Besides, you didn’t want the nurses and aids to see you cry.

***

The way back to your rooms felt longer than usual, and you got confused along the way, taking the elevator a floor above where you’d meant to get off. You sighed as you leaned against the hallway's nondescript grey wall, waiting for the elevator’s blinking light to return for you.

In the quiet, you couldn’t help but reach for your power.

It had been blocked to you since North Dakota, like a limb grown too numb to feel, but given the day's events, you were itching to regain even the slightest feeling of control over your situation. Harnessing the Ether again would mean being able to dissipate your wings – which would be an incredible relief, given the astounding inconveniences associated with them. Having feathers tickle your neck twenty-four hours a day did not particularly lend itself to mental stability.

You knew the effort was futile, but tried to concentrate anyways, ignoring the ding of the elevator as it arrived. You braced yourself against the wall, and dug for the Ether. For a moment, lights blossomed behind your closed eyelids, and a wave of heat washed over you. Then the power trickled from your grasp, like so much sand escaping through your fingers.

The cold shock hit you a moment later, as the effort of trying to push past the block took its toll. Tremors wracked your body, and you slid to the floor, feeling suddenly sick. A throbbing pain took up behind your temples.

From somewhere nearby, a door opened, and footfalls approached. Then someone was kneeling before you.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” Pierce asked. He crouched before you, gaze sweeping over you in assessment. You worked to catch your breath, blinking to clear your vision of stars.

“I—I’m—” you began, taken aback by his sudden presence. And his proximity. He reached out a hand to steady you, a look akin to concern flashing across his face.

“Where did you come from?” You asked, dumbly.

He cocked his head with a frown. “You in the habit of collapsing in hallways?” He returned, ignoring your question.

“It’s a pastime,” you replied, using the wall for support and struggling to stand as the dizziness dissipated. He helped you up, threading a strong arm beneath yours to lift you as you regained your footing. “Well, seems like we should get you to the med-bay, in that case," he replied evenly. As if this was just another normal night of finding people collapsed in hallways.

You shook your head and breathed out a laugh. “I just came from the infirmary. I don’t feel like going back there tonight.”

Pierce stood still for a moment, his body pressed to yours where he supported you, eyes narrow and unreadable. Then he sighed. “Well, you wanna sit down for a minute?” He asked. “Seems like you’re on your last legs.”

You glanced up at him, uncomprehending, then made sense of the door which stood ajar a few paces down the hallway. Light streamed from it. That’s where he’d come from. An office? His rooms? You didn’t know. But getting all the way back to your rooms didn’t sound like much fun right now, and you were pricked with a vague sense of curiosity as to what lay beyond the door.

You sighed, letting your head droop in exhaustion for a moment. Then – “Sure,” you replied.

Pierce adjusted his grip beneath your arms, and helped you towards the door.

Quite the gentleman, if I didn’t know him better than that.

This close, he smelled of night air from the city outside, and a hint of musk that must belong to a cologne. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, and you were reminded suddenly of the first time you'd met him. Deep in the forests of Maine; when you’d been prey, without knowing you were being hunted.

You shook the thought away, and focused on not falling on your face as you entered the room.

It was simple and functional, like yours – but larger, and with adjoining rooms leading from it on either side. This main room held chairs, and a table by the window, whose wooden surface was strewn with a number of items – papers, a jacket, a radio, a holster.

Pierce led you towards the nearest chair, and you fell into it, wincing as the movement ignited the pain in your temples once more.

"Water?" Pierce asked, disappearing into the next room and returning a moment later with a glass.

"Sure," you said belatedly, taking it from him.

You glanced up at him as he crossed to the chair opposite you and dropped into it, off-put by the strangeness of the situation.

This man was one of your greatest enemies. He was a large part of the reason your life was currently in shambles, and was indirectly responsible for the deaths of at least two of the people you loved. Yet he was offering you a glass of water.

Pierce appeared to be the picture of ease as he leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. He raised a brow as he caught you watching him, and tilted his head knowingly.

“Do you live here?” You asked, to redirect his attention.

He eyed you evenly, face impassive. “Sometimes, if work goes late,” he replied.

You grunted, and placed your water on a nearby table to massage your temples. “So why’d you invite me in?”

He rolled his eyes. “Because I’m a very decent person,” he said mockingly, leaning forwards in his chair. “And I’ll let you in on a little secret. You’re no use to me dead.”

You eyed him, then tried to reposition yourself in your chair, uncomfortable with the angle at which your injured shoulder was resting. The better question was, why had you agreed to come in?

“You got shot, didn’t ya?” Pierce asked, his gaze following your movement. “Your shoulder.”

You nodded, then shot him a pointed glare, but his focus was on the bandages exposed by your sleeveless top. He rose to approach you. He raised a placating hand as he did, in the same motion he’d made the other day. No need to worry, it said. I mean no harm.

Knowing him, that was doubtful.

Pierce came to a halt beside your chair, and you caught your breath as he did a cursory examination of the bandages, fingers skimming your shoulder and back. You couldn’t help but shiver at his touch.

“You should ice this muscle, and this one,” Pierce said, motioning to two points behind your shoulder blade. “They tell you that?”

You shook your head, startled out of words by the contact.

“Yeah, well.” He said, hands falling away. “They ain’t been shot in the shoulder before.” He flashed you a grin, and was about to turn away when his gaze caught on the bandages on your legs. “What about these?” He asked, crouching to examine them.

“Burns,” you said, taken aback. “Second degree. Same as you, I’d guess.”

He raised his eyes to meet yours, and for a moment you knew the memory of the fire at the farmhouse was blazing bright in both your minds. Then he stood, and crossed the room to disappear into the adjoining one.

“Could be,” he called back, amidst the noise of items being riffled through. “Or maybe I got out without a scratch. That’d be good for publicity.” He returned, a pair of tensor ice packs held in each hand.

“I always keep some of these around. They’re a neat little trick; cut the hell out of the healing time.” He pulled his chair up beside yours.

He would know that, you guessed, given his line of work. He'd probably had his fair share of injuries, bravado aside.

Pierce unwound one of the ice packs, and leaned down to reach for one of your legs. Then he paused, glancing up at you. “This alright, sweetheart?”

You cleared your throat. To be honest, you didn’t mind his attention – which was its own brand of madness. There were layers of weirdness to being here with him that you weren’t ready to unpack yet, but you couldn’t help but enjoy having someone see you – consider you – beyond the impersonal examinations conducted by the doctors and nurses.

Pierce shot you a lopsided smile. “Can’t say I’m used to putting these things on other people, but I don’t mind trying."

“Uhh –” you said uncertainly. “Sure. If it’ll help.”

Pierce leaned down and lifted up one of your legs, resting it on his knee before beginning to wind the tensor pack atop the bandages covering it.

“You been into the city yet?” He asked, focused on the ice pack as his hands worked. His cybernetic arm seemed just as competent as his human one at the task, though its metal fingers were cold when they brushed your exposed skin.

“Not yet,” you replied. “Been a bit busy signing my life away to corporate.”

Pierce moved onto the next leg, his mussed hair falling into his eyes as he did. He brushed it away absentmindedly. You hadn’t noticed it before, but you saw now that he wasn’t in his usual work attire. He wore a black t-shirt, and his hair seemed rumpled, giving the impression that he was distinctly off-duty.

“Well, there are some nice spots. Damn hot in the summer; but the coast is real nice.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll be getting out to do much sight seeing. I’m one step away from being a prisoner here–" you said, venom entering your voice “–but you know that.”

Pierce finished with your second leg, and let it return to the ground, sitting back in his chair. “You ain't a prisoner," he replied. "Not anymore. Now you're an employee," he grinned.

You snorted derisively.

"And you gotta steal the moments you can, sweetheart,” he said. “That’s all life is.”

Pierce stood, and motioned for you to do the same. “We should get this one on your shoulder. It’s looking pretty swollen.”

You stood, legs still slightly shaky. Pierce took your elbow to steady you, then shot you a half-smile as he unwound the last tensor. He leaned forward, and his chest pressed lightly to yours as he wound the ice pack around your torso. Once again, the heat of his proximity made you catch your breath.

God help me. You'd officially lost it. Or maybe you were just tired of being alone, and on the run, and only being touched when someone wanted to hurt you.

“I was trying to use my mutation,” you admitted suddenly, distracted by Pierce’s nearness. “In the hallway. That's why I ... that's why that happened. But I can't, right now. I don’t know why it did that to me.”

Pierce leaned away slightly, enough to look down at your face. He was so close that you could see the flecks of oceanic blue in his eyes, and the remnants of a scar marring the corner of one of his eyebrows.

“Huh,” he said, finishing securing the tensor and stepping back. “And you don’t think it might have something to do with the fact that you nearly died half a dozen different ways the last few weeks?”

Your gaze slid sideways, and you considered the possibility. Could the block in your power be just that? Exhaustion?

It was possible. Hell, considering everything your body had been through in the last month, it would be a miracle if your abilities were at full strength. But some part of you knew that the wound went even deeper than that. It stemmed from all the emotions – and the realities – that you were currently working hard to shut down, conceal, and ignore.

You shrugged noncommittally, and were about to move back to your chair when Pierce reached out and caught one of your hands. His hand was firm and callused, and lifted yours towards him as he examined the white striations which wound up your wrist like twining vines.

Lightning scars, from one of your first forays into the world of the Ether.

You pulled your arm away, breaking the contact. And you were about to take a step back, when a sudden mad idea rushed into your head.

Without stopping to think, you took a step forwards, closing the distance between you as you wound a hand around the back of Pierce's neck. Your fingers traced through his hair, and it felt as you'd imagined. Soft.

Pierce stilled, eyes locking with yours. For a moment, you stood close to one another, breathing each other in. Then, when he didn't pull away, you slowly closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his.

For a moment Pierce was still and rigid against you – surprised or disgusted, you couldn't tell – but then he responded to the kiss, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. His lips were hot against yours, and all thoughts fled from your mind as the kiss deepened.

His tongue parted your lips, tasting you. You found yourself wrapping your arm more firmly around his neck to bring your bodies more tightly against one another, and Pierce responded, one of his hands grasping your hip to anchor you to him while the other trailed up your back.

When he took your lip between his teeth and bit it, the pleasure in the twinge of pain made you gasp.

The moment stretched out, interminably long, as you lost yourself in the kiss.

Then you pulled away, breaking the embrace.

You didn't know what had brought you back to your senses, but you stood, breathing hard, as you stared at Donald Pierce. Your pulse was racing.

Pierce was breathing hard, too, and a bemused smile crept across his face as you watched.

“So, how long have you been waiting to do that?” He asked, dragging a thumb across his bottom lip. His eyes glinted with predatory amusement.

How long – you hadn't been waiting to do that, and now that you'd done it you could barely believe that you had.

"I – should be getting back to my rooms," you said, hiding your flushing cheeks by turning away and starting towards the door.

Pierce followed.

"Alright, sugar," he replied. "I'll take you. Third floor, isn't it?"

You glanced back at him, and let out a breath of exasperation. "Figures you know where I live. And I'll be fine to get there; it's not far."

You didn't know what you were feeling at that moment, and would rather be away from him while you untangled it all.

Pierce sighed. "Yeah, but you ain't in good shape, and I don't want all my hard work to go to waste," he said, nodding to your legs and shoulder.

He proffered you his arm.

"Besides, I don't mind."

You stood still for a moment, looking between him and his outstretched hand. Then you turned your gazed skywards, and sent out a silent prayer to whatever god might be listening.

Please let me not be out of my fucking mind for this.

You stepped forwards, and took his arm.

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vulnonapix1234 · 2 years

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Marnie and Hop had an really cute first meeting.

They where 7ish and on an league function because of their siblings.

Marnie was really shy and nonverbal at the time and had morpeko with her as emotional support.

She quickly hid under one of the many tables , to be never seen again.

Hop was coached by Leon in how to act around media and other adults. He didn't have wooloo yet and was pretty much an ball of anxiety about to explode.

You need to understand that hop is like an bloodhound with Pokémon.

He can feel when they are near him and his senses are heighten. What was really bad in that situation.

So he knew that a Pokémon was somewhere under an table and that everything else was becoming too much for him.

Boy practically dove und the table when no one was looking.

There he met Marnie and they had an staring duel, before Hop offered her some of his sweets as peace offerings.

They where promptly eaten by morpeko, much to the amazement of Hop, who then started to tell her everything he knows about Morpekos.

Unprompted.

Without any breaks.

Marnie was amazed that anyone could know so much about her partner and listened.

Morpeko just happily munched .

They stayed like this to the end of the party, when Piers came to get them.

Leon kind of forgot Hop, since there was an emergency that he needed to take care of .

Hop got to go to Mc Donald's with marnie and piers though and to tell them everything he knows about Obstagoons.

Leon also had no idea that piers took hop with him.

He went to his home after resolving the issue, showered and was about to sleep when he suddenly remembered his little brother.

Needless to say, someone spent the night outside searching in his pj's

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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You pick Ben up from his night out with the boys at the club and he is a little tipsy and you pick up some Mc Donalds on the way home and he keeps thanking you for being the best girlfriend ever and promising you he will marry you one day xx

My Everything- Ben Chilwell ✨

Thank you so much for requesting more of this cutie!!! I've missed writing for him so much & feel like he's currently been forgotten about... so I'm here to keep the love alive 😝 (Anybody else seen the video of him singing Katy Perry at a pool party recently... I had very mixed emotions 🤨Still got to love him tho!)

Not proofread (sorry it's short)

Requests are open!

"Here she is!" Ben slurred, climbing into the passenger seat as he leans over to plant a drunken kiss on your cheek "How's my princess doing?" Although you knew his words were intoxicated your cheeks couldn't help but blush at his cute nicknames... even drunk Ben knew how to get you worked up!

"Clearly not as good as you" You giggled, giving his pouted lips one last peck before you switched on the engine of his car "Did you have fun?... the boys didn't leave you again did they?" It was normal for him to be left on his own on nights out, due to him being the only single one of his friends but obviously they would make sure he was safe before they disappeared to be with whoever they want.

"Nahhhh, Harvey stayed with me most of the night..." He sighed putting his hand on your thigh tight "But then he said he found a chicken to go home with, so he left me outside for you!" Trying to hold in your laugh, you smiled "He took a chicken home? Do you mean a chick...?"

"Yeah but chicks are baby chickens..." He looked at you confused like he didn't even believe his own words "But now I'm saying it out loud that's a little weird isn't it?"

"Just a little honey..." You giggled. Just as you were about to turn into the main road a bright yellow sign caught his eyes, causing him to yell out it excitement "I'M LOVIN IT!"

"What the hell Benji?!" You gasped, hands clutching the wheel tighter in shock "You scared the hell out of me!" You couldn't stay mad for long as he looked at you with a puppy dog eyes and pouted lips. "Can we please go Maccies baby?"

"It's 1am Ben..."

"But I'm hungry & I haven't ate since training & there wasn't any food at the club & I really want some nuggets & I-"

"Okay.. okay.. okay.." You sighed, turning the roundabout to join the drive-thru "But promise me that as soon as we get in, you'll get straight to bed... I don't think I can manage another Benji mad hour!" You almost winced at the sound of your tone, sounding more like his mum every day! But you've had enough drunken Ben nights to know how he gets when the night goes on... there's no such thing as sleep as he clumsily walks around the house, knocking everything over as he tries to be as close to you as possible! "I love you... I love you... I love you..." Ben gushes, kissing your cheek repeatedly as you tried to speak to the woman over the monitor "Please Benji.. one second bubs!"

As soon as the food was passed through the window, that was it... it was gone! The car instantly filled with the familiar smell of greasy burgers and salty fries as he scoffs down his meal "Have I told you how much I love you recently?" He mumbled, mouth full of food. "You've mentioned it once or twice.." You blushed, holding his hand tighter as he places a fry in your mouth.

"Well I will tell you again. I love you very very very very much... like more than anything in the world."

"Even football?" You smirked. If there was one thing you learnt from dating a footballer, is that its not only a job but also a passion! "I love you well more than football!" Ben gushed "You are everything I need, the greatest girlfriend in the world... I could never play a game a football again & I'll still be happy because I have you by my side... My everything!"

Although you knew he was drunk, you also knew that he meant every word, hence why tears immediately flooded your eyes. Just as you thought he'd gone silent after his little love rant, you only just pulled into your driveway when he spoke again "I'm going to marry you one day y'know!" He said so casually, a blush once again creeping on your cheeks as you tried your best to hide "Ben stop it!"

"Why?" He looked at you confused, trying to undo your fingers "I am! & your going to look beautiful in a white gown & I'm probably going to cry & your going to look like a princess... my princess... but you already are my princess so you'll be my queen!"

Turning to look at him, you peck his lips, wiping away a little a bit of pickle that was left on his chin "You are going to be the death of me, my crazy boy!"

"I think you mean your crazy king!"

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the-geek-hokage-2736 · 2 years

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Resident evil Girls Reactions: S/O cooks for them😋

the women of resident evil react to their s/o cooking them a hot meal!

Jill Valentine

"baby! you ready to eat?" y/n sang happily and Jill who was sitting at the dinner table looking at her phone

Jill: "anything but pizza or fast food again babe" the ex stars member said growing tired of fast food, unbeknownst to her y/n was gonna surprise her, thankfully she wasn't even looking or paying attention, she was on her phone looking at something.

Few minutes later y/n walks over to jill who was still at the dinner table but talking on the phone, probably to Chris

y/n: "here you go baby" they said happily as she puts the plate of food on the table in front of jill, the ex stars member looks down to see a plate of honey garlic lamb chops, loaded mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli with butter, looking at the food jill smiles and her mouth begins to water

"damn baby, wow i was not expecting this" jill giggled softly and y/n giggled too "thank you baby" she leans in for a kiss and they kiss softly.

Claire Redfield

Y/n was in the kitchen making breakfest for her girlfriend claire, they know that she's been working very hard, at college she had exams coming and she been so busy that she had to order out which in y/n's opinion is extremely unhealthy, so on this Saturday morning y/n decided that she would be a good girlfriend and would make claire a nice home cooked breakfest, Claire had walked down the stairs and made her way to the dining table, she had smelled something in the air and it smelled delicious, it was probably Y/N cooking herself something, just then y/n comes out the bathroom and she smiled at Claire “hey good morning sleepyhead! You hungry?” You said and Claire giggled softly at you’re enthusiasm

“Starving, I’m feeling like Mc Donald’s again” she said and while Claire was speaking Y/n grabbed a plate from the microwave, and she walked over to the table where Claire was sitting at and she sets the plate of Homemade Waffles drizzled with syrup, Cheesy Scrambled Eggs, Apple wood smoked Bacon and a bowl of fresh fruit, Claire looked down at the plate and she was surprised

“Babe, is this for me?” Claire said smiling and y/n smiled back nodding their head

“Thank you baby, I was dreading about eating take out again” Claire said and they both laughed

Rebecca Chambers

Rebecca was working at her desk in the RPD, she was working on some Police Reports for Wesker, while she was working she glanced over at the clock and saw that it was almost lunch time, Y/n told her this morning that they will be dropping off her lunch to her, she was eager to see what it will be, but knowing you it will probably something extravagant, Rebecca was snapped back to reality from her thoughts and she looked over to see Edward smiling at her

“Hey rook, it’s lunch time, you coming?” He said as he carried his STARS lunch bag with him on his shoulder, Rebecca took her glasses off

“Yeah I’ll be there in a minute, my spouse said they will be dropping off my lunch in a few minutes” she said and Edward chuckled

“Lucky dog” he joked and they laughed, a few minutes later, Rebecca gets a text from you

“Hey babe, I’m outside with your food! Hope you like it! ❤️😘” Rebecca read the text and she giggled softly, she got up and went outside

She open the door to the entrance of the RPD and she sees your car parked in the front, Rebecca’s face lightened up when she saw your car and she jogged over to you

“Hey babe” Rebecca and you stop daydreaming and you smile at rebecca

“Hey you, how’s work going?” You asked and rebecca sighed

“Uhhh, it’s going okay… but working on this police reports are a pain in the ass”

You gave your girlfriend a sympathetic smile and you put your hand on top of hers

“Awww, well maybe this lunch will help you feel better, you know I put extra love into” you say as you take out a STARS lunch pack, Rebecca takes it and it feels a little heavy

“Thank you babes, you really didn’t have to do this for me” Rebecca said as she looked in the pack and in 2 bentos was a Cheeseburger with a pickle on the side and in the other one was a bunch of seasoned French fries, and a water and a granola bar

“Wow, thank you so much babe” she said as they leaned in for a kiss and hug

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moonbeam-dragon · 2 years

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Ideas: Dewey and Gosalyn's Future Wedding

-Breaking gender roles like the icons they are

-Gosalyn wants to keep her name Mallard. Dewey just feels like Hortense robbed him of "Mc" in his name. They change both of theirs to "McMallard."

-They can't choose a cake flavor so they have a massive one made. Nothing is too good for them. One hundred layers, all different flavors, different sweets and candies decorating it, figures of them fighting side-by-side on top.

-They are both wearing outfits outside of tradition. Gosalyn has on a wtire jumpsuit with a violet jacket and flowy skirt in back. Dewey is wearing a pretty blue and black suit with a skirt-like tail. They SLAY 💅

-Drake walks Gosalyn down the isle, trying his best not to cry. Dewey has to take Gosalyn's hands away from him, and they share a moment of trust as Drake lets her start a new chapter.

-Launchpad is sitting between Della and Drake, openly sniffling but being quiet. He slowly starts breaking down more, Drake and Della both doing their best to calm him down. Drake us crying even more though.

-Donald is next to Della. Both are crying happy tears. They are holding each other together. Daisy is holding both of them together.

-Webby is Dewey's maid of honor. Honker is Gosalyn's best man. Huey and Louie are the other groomsmen. Lena, Violet, and Boyd are the bridesmaids. June is the flower girl. May is the ring-bearer.

-Dewey and Gos start tearing up as they say their vows. They kiss and Gosalyn literally sweeps Dewey off his feet.

-The Three Caballeros perform during the party! Dewey sings for Gosalyn. She refuses to sing in front of people. They have a dance that is more like combat moves.

-Their first dance togetherstarts slow but ends pretty energetic.

-Drake's dance with Gosalyn is slow and careful. He's still crying and being super sappy. Gosalyn's letting him. They have a conversation only they can hear. Gosalyn cries a little and hugs him so hard she pops something in both of them.

-Della dances with Dewey, beaming about how proud she is. It's extremely energetic and they sing together at the top of their lungs.

-Launchpad dances with both of them because he loves them so darn much.

-Huey, Louie, and Webby do speeches to embarrass Dewey as much as possible. All the parents do a little bit of it. Lena and Violet are fairly close to Gosalyn so they do it too.

-Violet catches the bouquet thanks to Lena's interference.

-The wedding is attacked by villains. Gosalyn and Dewey kick some tail feathers without ruining their clothes.

-They leave the party on a plane. Dewey flies them off on a honeymoon that's bound to have some wild adventures.

Fun fact: You want to cry now.

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footballerimaginess · 2 years

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You pick up Ben from a night out with his friends and when he gets in the car he gets joined by three of his friends, the car now full with tipsy man and his friends can't thank you enough for giving them a ride, how amazing of a girlfriend you are to Ben and how cool they think you are when they realise you're doing a stop at the MC Donalds drive thru xx

Ben was out celebrating one of his friend's birthdays and you stupidly agreed to pick them up from the bar. Waiting outside the bar for them, realising how horrendously drunk they were. “Oh jeez” you mumbled as you watched the boys falling over because of how drunk they were. “Thank you so muchhh” one of the boys shouted as they got in the car. “You are honestly the best girl for our Benjamiiiin” he sang out loud as Ben laughed, playing with your curls on your shoulder. “I think you are all a little drunk” you smirked. “So can we have food?” one of them hinted. “Okay, there is a McDonalds here” you pulled into the driveThru. “Ben you have the best girlfriend, you are amazing y/n” you laughed as they were now shouting their orders at you.

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its-really-dry · 2 years

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𝔻ℝ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕌𝕃𝕋𝕀-𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔸?

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before you start, please read [this] which is a summary of the series and disclaimer -> you should know that this au series will have a good few spoilers to the new dr strange in them. so if you haven't seen it and don't want to have it ruined, pls don't read ittttt. everything i write is fic NOT fact!

A/N: idk if it will be a wanda x reader, more reader being a flort 😩

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chapter one: that one red scary slavic wizard woman

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it was a wonderful, and utterly delightful tuesday afternoon in the bustling city of new york. stephen strange was sitting down in one of his favourite cafes with wong, as they spoke about whatever the hell sorcerers speak about on a tuesday afternoon, when suddenly the doors to the once peaceful cafe slam open so hard it made the ground shake.

both strange and wong's eyes shot up to the door as they watch you march in with another girl following you closely.

"STEPHANIE!" you shout and strange groans out in frustration.

"what did i say to you about calling me that, y/n?"

"idk bro. ANYWAYS this, is my new friend, america chávez! america, this is stephanie strange and wong, the cool magic people i told you about!"

"hi! loving the cape by the way."

"america has these cool af powers that can open up portals to the multi-chorus!"

"verse."

"verse! the multiverse!"

"eeeeyyyup."

"AND she can also punch REALLY hard!"

wong and strange stare at each other in confusion before stephen waves his hands in front of you and america.

"ok, ok, ok. slow down. hey miss chávez it's nice to meet you. first off, the name's stephen strange. second, we are sorcerers, not magicians. and thirdly, you can open what's to where now?"

"portals to the multiverse. was he even listening?"

"he's and older guy, he might need a minute." you say which makes america snicker.

strange just rolls his eyes, "how do you do that?"

"do what?"

"open portals to the multiverse? that is impossible!"

"i have actually no clue. i just do." america shrugs.

"forget how she does it stephen! isn't it cool!? we've visited 3 different universes already!" you exclaim

"yeah, but we almost got stuck in the paint-a-verse."

"THE WHAT!?" both wong and strange shout.

you laugh, "the paint-a-verse! it's epic when your not almost coming apart into liquid form."

"or combining with each other!" america adds.

stephen sighs and looks across the table to the supreme.

"wong?"

"don't look at me, y/n is your student." wong answers with his hands up.

just as the doctor was about to speak, you interrupt him quickly

"ALRIGHT YES I KNOW, I KNOW, i would love to stick around for the lecture about why i was a bad girl but we actually need your help!"

"yes we do, and we have precisely," america looks down at her watch, "4 minuets before DISTRUCTION!"

"DISTRUCTION!?"

"omg wong sush she might hear us!" you whisper and cover his mouth with your hand. wong looks up at you and strange raises an eyebrow in question at you.

"who might hear you?"

"that one red scary slavic wizard woman!" america tells him, "she wears red, black and other goth colours OH and she wears a mc donalds M head band looking thing! what was her name again y/n?"

"red wizard?"

"no no no no it wasn't that."

"uhhhh red bi**h?"

"noooo. what's another type of red?"

"rose?"

"no."

"carmine?"

"nah, that's too much sophistication."

"ummm...... oH SCARLET!"

"YEAH! that's the one! the scarlet bi**h!"

"oof. i'm pretty sure it was witch."

"oh yeah, you're right. the scarlet witch."

"the scarlet witch."

"wanda maximoff!?" strange screams.

you and america nod vigorously with smiles that soon turn to grimaces when you hear the sound of a loud bang and the sight of dark clouds covering the once blue skies outside. everyone stares out of the floor to celling widows of the cafe in horror.

"you two are gonna tell me what the actual hell is going on right now! y/n!?"

you know by the expression on you tutor's face, you had to spill the beans asap and forget the towels for clean up because with the mess you were about to make, you'd need a lot more than a few measly pieces of cloth for that.

"uhhh.... hahaha ummm so basically. we kinda. oh um ok-"

"Y/N."

"SORRY WE NEED YOUR HELP TEACH!"

"why!?"

"cause, i took america on a mini journey with my sling but we kinda might have ended up where the scary witch lady was staying and um we made fun of her dead husband basically i called him an EE wifi router and then america said that she bets when he moans, it sounds like the windows start up sound- OH MY GOSH."

you and america burst out laughing, so hard that she fell over, holding her stomach.

"and when he goes in, it does the USB insert sound!"

"CHÁVEZ!"

strange is not amused one bit, and you two noticed this. you stop laughing then pull america up off of the floor and she brushes herself off. strange puts his book down and asks,

"so we all know why that was the most stupid thing you could possibly do, but you still haven't explained why you need my help."

"OH. so that made her angry, so she used her magic red stuff to hurt y/n so i got mad and through a rock at her and then opened a portal and then she, i guess got excited about that which is a little weird cause i'm a minor- but i digress. then she was like 'ohhh there you are america chávez. you have something i want, and i always get what i want'."

"and then i said 'hell no satan not today' and then we jumped through and she screamed after us."

"it sounded like the cries from hell." america whispers.

"oh god." wong sighs as he holds the bridge of his nose.

stephen is having a hard time taking in all of this sudden information that has been slapped in his face. he still hasn't even processed how you even met america in the first place! his head starts to spin so he takes a sip of his water, and that's when he hears you say,

"oh and i think it made her a teensy bit more angy cause i took her emo book."

strange's gaze shoot up to you and he analyzes the black book that you are holding in front of you. his eyes widen.

"the dark hold? yoU TOOK THE DARK HOLD?"

"stephen, are you just going to go past the fact that wanda maximoff HAS the DARK HOLD!?"

"oMg wong, stephanie! calm the heckers down. we got it all under control!"

*B A N G*

"really?"

"of course." you say, a shiver following right after.

suddenly, the four of you hear a voice, loud and clear in your minds and it kinda freaks you and america out, but stephen and wong look unfazed.

"you are playing with fire girls. you are very persistent. you must reeeaaalllyy wanna get burned."

"holy smack. y/n did you hear that!?"

"i did mary and i'm not gonna lie, that was kinda a turn on."

"y/n this is no joking matter! you have overstepped into dangerous territory and you have now endangered everyone!" strange scolds.

america shakes her head and stands in front of you, proactively.

"you can't just get mad at her mr. strange! it was the both of us!" america holds your hand tightly and smiles at you. you smile back and then hear stephen groan.

"FINE. however, you are going to have to come back with us to the sanction so we can look into this situation in detail-"

"hello there little girls. are you gonna make this easy, or are you gonna be hard on yourselves?"

"sorry doc but the is no time!" you declare and use your sling to open up a portal.

"no! y/n! you mustn't leave with the dark hold! give it to me now!"

"i'm sorry wong but no can do. i messed up, so i'm gonna fix it."

"it's not about who fixes it y/n. the dark hold is dangerous!"

"oh this chatter is getting boring! shut up and give me what i want."

"F**K LET'S DIP!"

"RIGHT BEHIND YOU Y/N!"

you and america run through the portal and it closes back instantly. strange and wong are still in their defensive stances, yet, wanda doesn't attack. she only let's out a spine chilling cackle and with a wisp of black, grey and red smoke, she disappears. the only thing left was the echo of the witches laugh.

"they're gonna get their a$$es kicked by that witch." strange mumbles.

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