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90swandamaximoff · 3 years

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You said you loved me more than the stars

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, cheating,

Genre: Angst,

Summary/Prompts: 32 - “why are you watching a kids movie?” 37 - “I need you to tell me the truth! Do you love me?”

A/N: The gif is not mine. I do take requests, just pop on into my inbox! Interesting prompts but I hope I did them well!!

You look at the clock on your phone and sigh. Wanda was supposed to be home an hour ago. This is not like her yet, it keeps happening. You already called the compound and they said that Wanda left early, 3 hours ago!!! She should have been home long ago.

Your mind jumps to dark places. She’s a superhero, she could have been kidnapped, tortured, taken to space, an alternate universe, even killed.

You shake your head to get rid of those thoughts. No, Wanda’s fine. She’s probably just.... getting groceries. Yeah, that’s it. You were out of cereal anyway, so it’s a good thing that’s she’s getting more!

You turn on the tv to block out all the thoughts swirling around in your head. A Disney movie starts playing, the little mermaid to be exact. You always had a crush on Ariel when you were younger.

You think of Wanda again and smile. “I guess I have a type.” You say aloud to yourself. You enjoy a few more minutes watching the movie before worry seeps in again. You pick up your phone, begging for there to be some sort of message from Wanda.

There’s nothing. Just like there was nothing the last time you checked, 10 minutes ago. You debate calling her but don’t want to worry her if she’s just out shopping. You turn your attention back to the movie, hoping that maybe Wanda will call you and tell you that everything’s fine.

20 minutes pass, nothing. 30 minutes pass, still nothing. There’s still a hour left of the movie so you try to keep your worry down. You decide that you’ll call her when the movie ends.

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The door to your apartment opens 40 minutes later. You pause the movie (even if it’s the end) and run up to Wanda, pulling her into a hug. She seems surprised but drops her purse and hugs you back.

“Wanda oh than-” You start to tell her.

She interrupts you with a strained smile, “sorry y/n, Tony had me working late. I’m really tired and just want to rest. Can you tell me later? Maybe after I watch some tv?” She asks

You grit your teeth and nod, moving aside so she can walk into the living room. She smiles as she passes you. You scowl once her back is turned. She wasn’t working!!! You called and they said she got off early!! Why would she lie to you? She never lies to you!!

“Hey y/n, why were you watching a kids movie?” Wanda asks, her tone slightly mocking. You feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you stutter out an excuse. You walk more into the living room finding her sitting where you were minutes ago.

“It’s fine! I think it’s cute.” Wanda tells you. You sigh in relief and take a seat beside your girlfriend. She beams at you and snuggles closer. You enjoy this moment before Wanda’s bladder ruins it. She smiles apologetically and gets up, walking to the bathroom.

You smile at her retreating form. Maybe she was working late and they just mixed it up. After all, why would Wanda lie to you? She loves you!

Your thoughts are interrupted by a pinging noise. You turn to see Wanda’s phone lighting up in her purse. You grab it, curious. You enter her passcode and click on messages. You click new message and gasp at the contact name: ❤❤. You scowl and scroll up, reading through the messages from earlier today.

❤❤: We still on for tonight?

Wanda: ofc. I’ll meet you there after work.

❤❤: Did you tell her?

Wanda: haven’t gotten the chance, I’ll do it later

You feel the tears threatening to fall. She’s cheating on you!? Why? How could she do this? But maybe she’s not, the somewhat rational part of your brain argues, maybe it’s just a friend. Maybe Wanda’s buying a gift? You continue to read the messages.

❤❤: tell her tonight when you go home

Wanda: Fineeeee

❤❤: Good. Love you 💖 ttyl

Wanda: ly too

Tears are now running freely down your face. She is cheating on you! But why? You thought the relationship was going great! You were planning on asking her to marry you soon. You loved Wanda more than anything.

The bathroom door opens and Wanda walks down the hallway, stopping and gasping when she see’s what you’re doing. You snap your head up and glare at her. She opens her mouth to talk but you beat her to it.

“What the fuck Wanda!! Who the fucking hell is this?” You turn the phone so she can see it and point to the messages.

Wanda stands there for a second before scowling, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I need you to tell me the truth. Do you love me?” Wanda shrugs and you feel the anger swirling inside you. You hurl the phone at her head and scream, “Do you fucking love me? Take a look at those texts and tell me again.”

Wanda grabs the phone from the floor and picks it up, scrolling through her messages. She scowls, “you looked at my fucking texts? You bitch!”

You recoil in shock at her words, “I’M A BITCH? ME? I’M THE BITCH IN THIS SITUATION?? NO, WRONG. YOU’RE THE BITCH BECAUSE YOU FUCKING CHEATED ON ME.”

“OF COURSE I CHEATED ON YOU, YOU’RE A LOSER. DID YOU REALLY THINK I LOVED YOU?? WERE YOU STUPID ENOUGH TO THINK THAT I ACTUALLY LOVED YOU?” Wanda screams.

You gasp, deflated. Her words sting and more tears flow down your cheeks. “You said you loved me more than the stars.” You tell her, your voice is shaky with emotion.

Wanda looks you right in the eye, “I lied.” She growls and turns around. She starts to walk towards the door. Your anger picks up again and you grab her shoulder, spinning her to face you.

“Who is it? Who is better than me? Who won your love?” You ask, voice full of venom.

Wanda growls, eyes turning red with the use of her powers. She flings you against the wall and screams. Then she turns and leaves, slamming the door and using her magic to pack her stuff.

You gasp in pain as your back hits the wall. You fall to the ground and lay there, unmoving and looking at the mess of an apartment you caused. You cry out in pain, both emotionally and physically. You curl your knees to your chest and whisper Wanda’s name, heartbroken.

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slitherofgold · 4 years

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Friday Fighting~ Sam Fender

It was Friday night, and you and the girls had decided to go out clubbing to celebrate the end of a horrible, shitty week. Your two best-friends (Grace and Liv) were getting ready round yours, and it was safe to say that pre-drinks had already started. “Who’s ready to get fucking wasteddddd”, Grace sang with a drink in her hand.

“Fucking hell Grace, slow down. I’m not having you drunk before actually going out, and I’m definitely not baby-sitting you the entire night”, you said.

“Chill y/n, let yourself go a bit, have fun. If you get what I mean.” She grinned her cheeky grin and you rolled your eyes in response.

“If you mean go fuck a stranger then that’s definitely not what I had in mind. That’s how people get killed.” Liv, who had been attempting to put on her lashes, turned around to face the two of you.

“Y/n don’t have sex with the first guy you meet, but maybe actually talk to a guy, or I don’t know, dance with someone. You haven’t opened yourself up to anyone since-

“We do not speak his name!!” Grace interrupted before Liv could finish her sentence. You laughed.

“Look guys, I’m over him, I am. It’s just, guys are a waste of time at the moment, and they all turn out to be assholes anyway,” You tried to explain.

“Yeah but what about your sex life, every girl still needs to have her sex life”, Grace said. You looked towards Liv who nodded her head in agreement.

“That’s what a vibrators for. It does the trick and doesn’t emotionally damage you either.”

“Look, I know you’re a strong, independent woman and all, but please let yourself go a bit tonight and just have fun. And try not to blank every guy that comes up to you, at least give em a chance.” Liv stared into your eyes as if waiting for an answer.

“Fineeeee”, you gave in. The two girls applauded and squealed like teenagers, before turning on the music and dancing around the bedroom. You loved nights like this, where you could just let loose of all your problems and act like a child again, singing the words to your favourite songs and dancing as if no one was watching. Maybe the girls were right. Maybe it was time to start meeting new people.

After getting ready, you all left your place and got a taxi to the club. Grace was already a bit tipsy from the drinks back at yours, and you knew for a fact that she’d be passed out, face first, at the end of the night. The cold night air, hit you as soon as you got out the cab, and you wished you had bought some kind of jacket to act as layer over your sexy ass dress, that Liv had let you borrow. You could hear the music from outside, loud and blaring, and you couldn’t wait to sacrifice yourself to the music and let yourself go.

Inside it was a swarm of sweaty, drunk bodies, much like you had anticipated. Without a second thought, Grace swung herself into the crowd, jumping along and dancing to the music, already lost in it. You and Liv followed after her to be quickly engulfed by the crowd.

After a while of screaming lyrics, and grinding your bodies against random strangers, you had decided to go get drinks. You left Liv and Grace out on the dance-floor, not wanting to disrupt their fun, and headed towards the bar. It was fairly busy, and you had to squeeze past a few shoulders to make it through to the front. You waved your hand at the bartender, “Hey, can I get 3 shots of tequila!”, you shouted over the music. He smiled and nodded in return before starting on your drinks. You glanced back towards the dance-floor, and unsurprisingly, Grace and Liv were still there not having noticed you’d gone.

“The music here’s shit, don’t you think?”, you heard someone shout in a geordie accent. You inclined your head towards the voice, to see that the question was directed at you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise as you took in the stranger. He was hot in such a casual way. Jeans and a t-shit, messy hair, the accent. You were so caught up in how he looked you had forgotten what he said. He laughed, clearly amused. He leaned in closer and repeated the question, his breath warm on your cheek.

“Oh, yeah it’s not my kind of music but at least you can still dance to it. I’ve heard worse anyways.” You smiled back. The bartender tapped your shoulder and you quickly turned having forgotten the drinks. You pulled out your purse ready to pay, when a hand suddenly stopped you.

“Don’t worry, it’s on me.” The stranger smiled at you, and gave the bartender his card before you could intervene. “ 3 shots aye, I’m guessing they’re for you and your mates?”

“ Well, they would be if they were here, but unfortunately they’re still on the dance-floor.” You smiled and pointed towards them. Then as you locked eyes with Liv, you remembered what your friends had said earlier, she grinned at you as if you had spoken telepathically. “Do you wanna, um, share the shots instead, since, well you paid for them, and I don’t think they’re gonna be too bothered. They’re basically already gone.” You stammered, trying to act cool, even though you hadn’t done this in while. As if he could sense your nerves, he smiled, easing your comfort.

“Yeah sounds class that”. He seemed relieved, almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask that. “I’m Sam by the way”, he put out his hand and you happily shook it.

“Y/n”, you smiled.

“Well it’s nice to meet you y/n”, he seemed genuinely nice and after downing the shots, the two of you were already having a laugh, taking the piss out of people in the club and placing bets on the most random things.

“Do you wanna go someplace quieter, I can barely hear you over this shit”, Sam said. You nodded your head and grabbed his hand, as he led you through the club to a booth towards the back. You glanced at the girls. Grace was beyond drunk and Liv was mildly sober. They were both dancing with guys, who seemed very touchy-feely, but neither of them seemed to mind. Liv caught eyes with you once more and winked. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t withhold your smirk. Liv quickly mouthed ‘be careful’ before turning back towards the guys she was dancing with, losing herself in the music once more.

Once you reached the booth, you slid in close to Sam. He bought more drinks, that you insisted you would pay for, and carried on with your conversation. It was so nice just having some decent flirty banter, that you couldn’t help but feel comfortable with this guy. You were both laughing and talking as if you had been friends for years. Suddenly his phone started ringing. He pulled it out and checked the screen. “Oh shit, sorry I’ve really gotta take this.” He said.

“Nah, nah that’s fine don’t worry”, you insisted. He apologised once more and left the booth in search for a quieter place to have his phone-call. Since being on your own sucked, you pulled out your own phone for some temporary entertainment. You had 8 missed calls and 14 unread messages all from Liv. You opened the messages as quick as you could, panic coursing through you.

Liv: OMG Grace passed out- on the dance floor!!!! Where are you?!

Liv: Y/N WHERE ARE YOU, I CAN’T LEAVE WITHOUT YOU.

Liv: I’ve called a taxi for me and Grace, I gotta get her back home. Please let me know you’re alright??

Liv: I’ll come back for you as soon as Grace is home, are you ok?

Liv: Y/N ANSWER ME!!!!

You quickly typed out a message briefly telling her not to worry, and that you’ll get a taxi back home soon. You also asked about Grace, hoping she was alright. This was often a common occurrence when the 3 of you went out. In fact if Grace didn’t pass out, the night would be classed as shit.

“Hey, what’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?” You heard someone say. You looked up from your phone to see a man, maybe in his late 30s, staring down out you.

“Oh, I’m not alone, I’m just waiting for my friend”, you assured the guy. Instead of buggering off, like you hoped he would, he took a seat next to you instead. He made it very clear what his intentions were, you could basically feel his eyes undressing you as he looked you up and down.

“Well, will this friend be long? Cause I think we could kill some time”. He placed his hand on your thigh and slowly moved it up your leg, making you feel sick to the bone. You pushed his hand away from you in disgust.

“Don’t touch me!” you shouted, wishing that you and Sam had chosen a busier place to sit, rather than somewhere which was remarkably quieter.

“Don’t be like that. You’re basically asking for it in a dress like that.” The guy became a lot more aggressive, and tried to push himself against you, holding your arms to stop you from fighting back.

“Help!!!” You screamed, praying someone would hear. Your legs were trapped under the table, preventing you from trying to kick him in balls. Damn it. You were about to headbutt the guy when you heard a heavy smack, and the weight of the bastard left your body as he fell and hit the table. You looked up seeing Sam, knuckles already bruised and slightly bleeding, with a look of pure rage on his face. He stormed round the table and grabbed the guys collar, lifting him up.

“Get the fuck out of here”, Sam said, the rage seething out with every word. “Or I won’t hesitate to do it again”. He chucked the guy, as if he was worthless, and unsurprisingly the guy ran off in the opposite direction, quickly forgetting you. Once Sam knew the guy had gone and was out of sight, he turned to you and rested a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n are you alright? I knew I shouldn’t of left you. I’m so sorry.” He looked in your eyes, his own filled with concern.

“I’m fine, I’m just glad you got here in time. Fucking dirtbag. Are you alright?” You glanced at where the guy had left, worried he would reemerge, and then focused on Sam’s knuckles, holding them in your own hands.

“Don’t worry about me”, Sam chuckled. “I’m not the one who had filthy fucking hands roaming all over me. Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Yeah, I’ll survive. But I should be getting back home soon, the girls already left and now they’re waiting on me”, you explained the whole situation to Sam.

“Damn that Grace party’s hard” He chuckled. “Do you want me to call you a taxi? After that whole fucking thing, the least I can do is make sure you get home safe.”

“You’ve done enough. The drinks, saving my life. If you do anything else, I’d be indebted to you.” You joked.

“See, that’s what I was hoping. Cause if you were indebted to me, you’d have to give me your number, and then we’d have to meet up, and you’d have to spend even more time with me.” He looked at you and then down at his hands, which you were still holding, and then back up at you again, a smile slowly forming across his face.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to call me a taxi then”

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Hi guys, me again. Sorry this is a super long (for me) imagine and hasn’t really got much fluff in it but hey ho, this is how it turned out :) Sorry if it’s got loads of typos or mistakes, I finished this at 2am and honestly I am ready to pass out on my bed. Anyways hope you enjoyed, and message me for requests or anything you wanna ask/say. Goodnighttttt <3

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destressjournal · 3 years

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DCOM Rankings #79: Den Brother

Holy crap!! I’m finally at 80!! Wow I’m just that much closer to getting through them all. Still about 30 more to go but I think I’ll reach the end before I know it.

I’m not sure exactly what I’ll do when I get to the end, maybe I’ll wait for the newest DCOM to air and then that will be it (it’s coming out this summer so I think at this rate I will reach it just in time).

Alright, now for the review....

I knew I wasn’t going to like this one going in, cuz like I said I heard not-so-good things about it. But I WILL say it wasn’t AS bad as I thought. Still pretty bad though.

This movie reminds me of School of Rock in its structure. But executed very horribly. I will now compare and contrast the two to see how School of Rock is by far the better movie and not just because of the budget differences.

The main characters Dewey from SoR and Alex from DB. Both of them start out as selfish asses who are passionate about a particular thing. And everyone close to him doesn’t really want to be around him anymore. One particular person tells them they need to be more responsible (ned’s gf or Alex’s dad) and they do the “irresponsible” thing and try to cheat their way into getting what they need. (Alex being the helper for the bumblebees, and Dewey taking a teaching job in ned’s place). Here’s the difference. You still kinda like Dewey as a character because he’s at least interesting and you do kinda feel bad for him because you know all he wants to do is play music but life and bills and band members get in the way. For Alex, there’s no reason to feel bad for him. He’s just a self-absorbed asshole and the movie REALLY wants you to know that. Most people love Alex, except for the people that Alex actually cares about. Even then you still don’t feel back for him.

The main characters’ situation and how they get into it. For Dewey, he pretends to be Ned so that he could earn some quick cash being a substitute teacher. You understand that the person made a stupid decision that will 100% backfire on him in the most perfect way later on. For Alex, his dad tells him to pick his sister up from her bumblebee meeting. And then he just gets roped into it. Like, he doesn’t plan for it to happen, it just happens that the bees need a replacement den mother and Alex is all like....ok fineeeee.... like what? Yes he decides to use this to his advantage later on but it’s definitely not a satisfying backfire.

Maybe if this movie were about 10-15 minutes longer it would have established more connection between the characters. In School of rock, Dewey got to know the kids individually and found their strengths and weaknesses, and used that to help them not only get better at rocking but also in life, he taught (I forget his name) that he can be cool, he taught Freddie to be smart about his behavior, he taught Shamika (that’s probably wrong) to build confidence on stage, etc. For Den Brother, you got a little hint of that but nothing extremely substantial. Like he just said the scouts can wear whatever they want and then that’s about it. We don’t learn too much else about them except for the girl that’s into vampires and the quiet girl. Honestly I think that’s where the heart of the movie should have been. You didn’t need to see so many scenes of Alex being a giant brat. You can just establish that in the first couple scenes. But my god they just ram it down our throats.

One last comparison. The situation involving the kids. The kids in school of rock think this is just a class project and dont really question it too much because, well, he’s the teacher right? And when everyone found out he was a fraud, he was the only one to blame for everything. For den brother, the girls know Alex is obviously not a den mother and try to help him cover it up, and they get MAD at HIM when the truth is revealed, and his DAD gets mad at him! Like, I’m sorry, be mad at Alex but for the RIGHT reasons. He blatantly took over the troop instead of finding another den mother, he broke literally all the rules by leading the troop and giving them fake badges. He should not have been punished for playing in the hockey game and revealing who he actually was! That’s honestly like punishing Dewey for revealing himself! Like, it’s supposed to be a GOOD thing he came clean. They did kind of address this at the end of the den brother movie but all it did was make everybody look like morons.

I could go on and on about the similarities between the two movies but I will stop here. What I mean to say is that this is a very cheap knock-off kid-friendly version of school of rock. Oh my god I didn’t even mention the love interest in den brother it’s just so bad, it’s so forced...

I just felt like this character got everything he wanted no matter what he did. How are we supposed to feel anything for him if he’s going to get what he wants anyway? Like how he got an all-star spot at the end out of the blue. No! We need to teach kids sometimes you have to sacrifice the things you really want for a greater purpose!

Are there any good things about the movie?

The bumble bee costumes are really cute, and yes the movie does have a good message to not be selfish and to let others take the shot for you. The acting was really good all around. The dialogue was really good. I think I really liked the potential this movie could have had instead of what we actually got. I think it was really cute for Alex to be the official den mother at the end, but honestly that’s all I got. I don’t love any of the characters really. I don’t absolutely hate them either, they’re just meh. They feel unfinished.

I think I’m going to go back with the C- on this one. But may rank it even lower later, I don’t know. We’ll see. My recommendation though: do not watch this movie. I don’t think I’m ever going to watch it again.

The next DCOM is another sequel. And I’ve actually never seen this one all the way through so I’m kinda curious as to how it’s gonna go. One things for sure, I’m gonna like it at least a little bit better than this movie. See you then!

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