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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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Day Eleven - Four Leaf Clover

Word Count: 604

Warnings: mention of gas station sushi, the therapist is STRESSED, Marcus Pike being a sweetheart

Notes: Marcus Pike and our female reader are back! They're joined by her therapist, not in a sandwich. 👀 These are not those prompts. Just some humor and looking at things from a different perspective.

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Your therapist is pinching the bridge of their nose. Trying to find a constructive way to tell you you’re wrong. Well, not wrong, just…no they take that back you’re wrong. But professional. They have to be professional and therapeutic. They take a deep breath before speaking because the look on your face tells them you’re completely confused as to why they’re trying to reason with you.

“Let’s look at this a different way. You’re wary of accepting a date from the gentleman you told me you bonded with over your butterfly painting,” The therapist’s hands are waving above their notepad, “even though, you’ve been to lunch with him twice, spent last session speaking about it in a positive light and have coffee with him as well. And…” Glasses slid toward the bottom of their nose as a finger pointed in the air, “not once according to you has he been rude, unkind or creepy. Just…”

“But I should be careful right? My last boyfriend or date or whatever ate gas station sushi and was pretty pushy with…”

“As your therapist, I would strongly encourage you to compare the two and see who one you should give a shot to. Clearly anyone who eats gas station sushi has not made good choices in life. It sounded like the man you described to me knew about different restaurants, some of which I can't pronounce.” You nod, taking in what your therapist is saying.

“I think you’re right. I should just give it a shot. I gave the gas station sushi guy a chance just because of how lonely I was. Marcus is very sweet and I have thought about him quite a bit these last few weeks.”

Internally, your therapist is thankful. Whoever this man is, doesn’t deserve to be compared to the prick that was the gas station sushi man. “How did your painting go this week?” Your face lights up at the question and you reveal a smaller painting, maybe 4 inches by 6 inches? It’s various greens. Darker around the edges with the lighter greens making what look to be a clover shape in the middle with dashes of yellow on the leaves. It should be noted that there’s four of them. Aware that you’ve painted it for a reason, your therapist asks and you explain it’s how you feel right now. Your outlook has improved significantly over the last few months with renewed hope that taking it one step at a time is good and believing that what you’re doing in taking care of yourself matters. Also through sheer luck you might have found some love. Maybe.

After your session, Marcus picks you up and you go to lunch, it’s become an occurrence a few times a week now. It doesn’t take long for Marcus to inquire about your painting and you show him, giving him the same explanation as you did your therapist. You changed the love part to ‘someone to care for’ pretty much the same thing but not as strong you hoped. You don’t want to scare the man. Marcus Pike is not a man that’s easily intimidated and gives your forehead a small kiss asking if he can keep your painting like he did with your butterfly one. You agree and snap a picture with your phone before handing it over and continuing lunch. Might not be love, yet, but you do kiss his cheek when he drops you at home and you ask him about dinner later this week or the next. The bright smile he gives you makes you feel like the luckiest woman on earth.

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #Marcus pike #pedro pascal character fanfic #marcus pike x reader #Marcus pike x female reader #A Nerdie fic #March Spring Prompts #day eleven

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feferi-daily · 5 months

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DAY ----EL-EV-EN!

It's always so ---EXCITING introducing friends from different circles to eac)(ot)(er! 38D

Alt)(oug)(, I don't reely t)(ink Karkat )(olds t)(e same sentiments! 38/

I t)(oug)(t t)(ey would )(ave a LOT more in common! So crabby.

#feferi daily #day eleven #homestuck fanart #feferi #feferi fanart #feferi peixes #homestuck #homestuck feferi #feferi peixes fanart #karkat #karkat vantas #homestuck karkat #karkat fanart #karkat vantas fanart

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gallawitchxx · 9 months

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A.U.gust 2023 | DAY ELEVEN - Coffee Shop

thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🥳 & thank you to remain nameless (an immaculate dramione fic that i’ve read many times over) by @heyjude19-writing for the inspiration ☕️

After his release, the coffee shop becomes Mickey’s reason to get out of bed. A place to go, something to do. On the West Side where nobody knows his last name and all it entails.

He comes to depend on it: the routine, the blueberry scones, the table in the window.

One day, a familiar, red-headed thief steals Mickey’s seat. His comfortable anonymity too.

Before he can stop himself, he’s stomping over, eyebrows knit tightly. “Ey man, you’re sitting at my table.”

Years later, after countless mornings together at their table, Mickey notices the joint’s name: The Fresh Start Cafe.

#if you are looking for a long dramione fic you’re welcome #lmaoooo #but seriously it’s so fucking good #a.u.gust 2023 #day eleven #coffee shop #shameless #shameless fanfiction #ian x mickey

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superhero--imagines · 1 year

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Day Ten of simping for Percy Hynes White.

I would just like everyone to know that this man has single handedly ruined all other men for me. I was perfectly happy simping for an average boy with the personality of a saltine cracker but nah this guy just had to show up out of nowhere and ruin that for me.

I mean look at him—look how pretty.

And the worst part is his name is Percy! Percy. How can anyone in real life live up to that!

#percy hynes white #day eleven #simp #Xavier Thorpe

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 3 months

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Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean Higher than any bird ever flew Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens I've been in love with you

Stronger than any mountain cathedral Truer than any tree ever grew Deeper than any forest primeval I am in love with you

I'll bring fire in the winters You'll send showers in the springs We'll fly through the falls and summers With love on our wings

Through the years as the fire starts to mellow Burning lines in the book of our lives Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow I'll be in love with you I'll be in love with you

Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean Higher than any bird ever flew Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens I've been in love with you I am in love with you

#klainevalentines2024 #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine #glee fanfiction #day eleven #longer #dan fogelberg

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 7 months

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Day Eleven of Cillian v Joel: Glasses

@green-socks Welcome to the start of the final week! Let the judging commence! 👩‍⚖️

#day eleven #cillian murphy #vs #joel kinnaman #cillian v joel #ed baldwin #jonathan crane #neil lewis

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hoodies-n-cola · 2 years

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@eddtober Day 11 - Eduardo

POV: You're at some guy's house party but you drank too much and got sick so now the host is sitting you down and offering you a non-alcoholic drink to help make sure you're okay

#my art #eddsworld #eddtober #eddtober 2022 #day eleven #ew eduardo

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akinmablog · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armand/Daniel Molloy Characters: Armand (Vampire Chronicles), Daniel Molloy Additional Tags: Bloody Valentine, Day eleven Series: Part 11 of Bloody Valentine 2024 Summary:

Armand doesn’t follow Daniel’s career on purpose, but whenever he turns around the man has a new book out.

#bloodyvalentine #day eleven #for my muse #fanfiction #the devil's minion #devil's minion #armandaniel

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thenatashamaximoff · 1 year

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The Last Day Of Christmas; Day 11

Summary: On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

List of warnings could be found on the masterlist

Words: 1,685

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December 24th, 2022 (Present Day) “Hex.” She grumbled an incoherent response, her eyes closed as she fought against your gentle shaking. You grinned widely, glancing at the time for a brief second. “Hex, wake up. It’s Christmas Eve!” You shook her once more, pulling back when her hands flew up to shove you away. You laughed softly, listening to her sigh heavily as she mumbled a response. “Love, I have to give you your present now, but I need you to be conscious.”

“I’m awake.” She breathed out, slowly readjusting herself so she was laying on her back. She reached out for you, and it was an instinct to meet her hand as you moved to sit down beside her. “You’re going on your mission?”

“Yes, my baby,” you answered, bringing her hand against your mouth as your thumb ran along her knuckles. “You got your thing with Tony and Bruce later and I got my thing with Nat and Clint now.” You pressed a soft, warm kiss against her hand before releasing it and standing up. “I have to go, but I won’t be back until tomorrow. I do have time to give you your present of the day real quick.” You disappeared into the closet for a moment, moving things around and giving her a second to fully wake up before returning to her.

Wanda sat up, rubbing her hands over her face as you presented her with another gift-wrapped box. “One more day after this one,” she said as she accepted the present. “You better not do this next year, Y/N.”

You laughed as you sat back down, shaking your head while she looked down at the gift. “I can promise you that this won’t happen next year.” When she eyed you warily, you placed a hand over your heart and your other hand in the air almost instantly. She breathed out a tired chuckle, returning to the present in her hand. You watched as she unwrapped it, biting your bottom lip in anticipation as you smiled widely at her.

She blinked with uncertainty, seemingly trying to process what exactly the present was. Two bracelets that held similarities to something you’d wear to keep track of your health. A light red colored her cheeks when you chuckled softly at her confusion.

“They’re touch bracelets,” you explained, smirking at her as she took one of the devices into her hand. “It syncs to your phone and you can use morse code to send messages. Then they’ll vibrate.” You shyly averted your gaze when she looked towards you, staring at the single bracelet left in the box as embarrassment colored your features. You cleared your throat, pursing your lips together. “They’re not the best gift, but-”

“Be together, even when you’re apart.” Your eyes snapped onto hers almost instantly, a wide smile brightening your face as she laughed warmly. “It’ll make it easier for me to tell you I miss you during missions.” But the happiness that had made its home in the room quickly evacuated when your grin slowly faded away. Her heart lurched forward, her hand instantly going up to rest against your cheek, but your frown only deepened as you leaned into her touch. “What’s wrong, love?”

“The reason I got these,” you started slowly, reaching for the second bracelet. Wanda sighed, swiping smooth, gentle circles across your cheek with her thumb.

“I know.” She nodded as you looked back up at her, a sad glint shimmering in her eyes. “I remember.” Her hand left your face to reach for your hand, intertwining your fingers between hers. “But that was a long time ago, baby.”

“It doesn’t feel that long,” you confessed softly, shaking your head. “It feels as if it was just yesterday.”

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June 8th, 2021 She hasn’t messaged. She hasn’t called. Four hours. Five hours. Six. You were sitting at the front door for seven. Staring at your phone for eight. Nine hours. Ten. You felt nauseous at eleven. You left a voicemail at twelve. Thirteen hours. Fourteen hours. Fifteen. Your phone finally rang at sixteen. You left the house at sixteen.

“Y/N.” Their voice was just a noise in the background when you marched past them, eyes narrowed and focused as you made your way to the double doors, but a strong grip on your wrist prevented you from going any further. It was an instinct to thrash against whoever it was, desperate to get out of their hold, desperate to see her, but it was no use. Whoever held onto you, they weren’t letting go any time soon. You were forced to wait. You were forced to restart the clock.

Two hours. Three hours. Four. What was only five minutes turned to be five hours. Time dragged painfully slow for six. Seven hours. Eight hours. Nine. You were restless for ten. Your sense of time was off, has it only been one hour or eleven? Twelve hours. Thirteen. Fourteen. Your name was called at fifteen. You walked away at fifteen.

“Y/N.” She smiled at you weakly, her voice low and tired. You were quick to reach her, your heart thumping in your chest as you grabbed her hand gently. You pressed your lips against her forehead in a delicate kiss, and she leaned into it in a desperate attempt to make it last, but she was only left chasing after your lips. The pain coursing through her nerves forced her back into the bed while you fell to your knees next to the bed, your eyes filling with water as you pressed your lips to her knuckles, and her quiet, breathless chuckle pulled at your heart.

“I told Steve we should have more missions together,” you whispered into her hand, shaking your head as you breathed in shakily. “I could’ve prevented this.”

“I’m okay, lyubov.”

“You were shot, Wanda,” you stated in a normal voice, pulling away to meet her gaze, but your grip on her hand didn’t waver. “You were in surgery for fifteen hours. You could’ve...”

“It was two,” she assured, laughing lightly in hopes that it’ll get your mind off of the what if’s. You scoffed, feeling your body slouch in defeat as you looked at her hand. She pursed her lips together, watching the sadness deepen on your face. “Baby-”

“You said goodbye.” Wanda could hear the sniffle, but she couldn’t see your eyes and that hurt her more than the fresh wound she was hospitalized for. “No more goodbyes.” You picked your head up to meet her gaze. She didn’t need to read your mind, all she needed was to look into your eyes to see that you were remembering, picturing her kissing your cheek, visualizing her smile as she whispered a goodbye into your ear, replaying her walking away from you. “I hate goodbyes.”

“What would we say then?” She smiled at you as you rested your chin against the mattress.

“Just kiss me before you leave,” you answered, mesmerized by your thumb tracing over her knuckles. She watched as a tear managed to escape your hold, sliding down your cheek and falling onto the blankets. “You have to kiss me.”

“I’ll kiss you,” she vowed, nodding despite you not looking at her. “I will always kiss you.” She smiled warmly as your eyes fluttered close, relishing the feel of her. And after a moment of enjoying each other’s company, settling down as you accepted the fact that she was indeed okay, she broke the silence. “How about ‘We’ll meet again.’?” You picked your head up, eyes opening to meet her vibrant green irises and brilliant smile. “It’s not goodbye.”

“It’s a promise.” A corner of your mouth tugged upwards, and the sadness written on your face gradually faded away as you sucked in a deep breath. You nodded, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as you climbed to your feet, leaning forward to press your lips into hers in a deep kiss that jumpstarted your heart.

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Present Day Wanda wiped the tears away from your cheeks as she brought your face in between her hands, forcing you to look at her. She ignored the red in your eyes, strained from the sadness you had placed in your mind, and smiled softly at you. “Don’t dwell on the past,” she claimed, running gentle, smooth circles against your cheeks. “It steals from the future.”

You sucked in a deep breath as you nodded against her hold, a small smile forming on your lips as you met her eyes. “You obviously can’t text during a mission,” you told her, feeling her hands pull away from your face as you looked down at the bracelets, “but these will allow you to do that.”

“We just need to learn morse code,” she added with a delicate laugh, watching your cheeks burn a light red while you shrugged sheepishly. “I’m sure Nat can teach us some simple phrases. Like” - she smiled widely, resting her arms on your shoulders and leaning close to you, feeling her heart leap in her chest when you looked back at her once more with a smile that caused her stomach to flutter - “‘I love you.’”

“‘Forever and always,’” you added, slowly closing the unnecessary space between you and her, but a loud chime radiating from your phone caused you to jump to your feet, breaking her hold on you as your eyes widened. “I am super late. Oh, god, they’re going to kill me.” you expressed with a heavy breath, shaking your head rapidly as you pocketed a bracelet. “I’ll be back home tomorrow, just in time for your final present, promise.” You started making your way to the door, stopping when you reached the archway as you turned around to look at her. “Merry Christmas Eve, Hex.” You sent her one last smile before leaving her alone to fiddle with her gift.

She opened her mouth, though her voice got caught in her throat when she realized that it was too late. She’d have to give you grief about not kissing her when she sees you again.

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #marvel cinematic universe #reader insert #mcu #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda #maximoff #christmas #day eleven #day 11

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ghostly-penumbra · 1 year

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DannyMay 2023. Day Eleven

“Underwater”

Ao3

Summary: A lot of people die at sea.

Part of my Reaper AU.

Warning: Graphic depictions of drowned corprses, mentions of violence, and contemplation of death.

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Their business with the wayward soul finished, Vlad put a firm hand in Danny’s shoulder. “Walk with me, Daniel.” He said.

Danny rolled his eyes but followed easily enough towards the sea.

“What do you want now?” Danny huffed, irritated.

“Is it so strange and unsurmountable the idea that I may want to spend time with my apprentice? No,” he instructed, stopping Danny from wiping his face with a napkin the Fentons had gifted him, “don’t remove your painting just yet.”

Danny lifted an eyebrow and stared at Vlad with open incredulity. They were off the clock, Danny could take off his painting, go home with his foster family and eat mac’n’cheese whilst he did his homework, he didn’t have to stay with Vlad.

“We are going fishing.” Vlad smiled wide, predatory like a shark.

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“Hold it firmly, don’t let them take you under. Souls in places like this one… can be desperate.”

Danny tightened his grip in Vlad’s scythe and did as told, pursing his lips in concentration with a creased frown.

They were standing in the middle of the ocean, with only water around them as far as the (human) eye could see. Beneath them, the Reapers could see thousands upon thousands of souls trapped in the water.

He submerged the tip of the scythe’s blade in the water; the promise of rest for these that had been unable to move on, that had rejected their Reapers and chosen to stay behind and paid the price by being stuck in the place of their demise if they couldn’t anchor themselves to something or someone. Whose only chance at moving on was to wait for another Reaper to take pity on them.

Danny saw them look up at him and gulped.

Most of them had swollen faces, drowning being the most common cause of death here, but he could see clearly the victims of violence there. Anyone not a Reaper would say it was too clearly.

“Steady, Daniel. Like I taught you.”

Danny breathed in deeply and finished submerging the blade in the water, feeling something pull, someone hold tightly with an awful mix of hope and despair. Danny held firm and unyielding.

“Monique Chapeau?” He asked the woman looking at them with hunger in her eyes.

“Your time is long overdue, miss.” He said in perfect French. “Will you finally come with us, or do you choose to stay here?” It may sound cruel to even make that question, but neither of them had been the one charged with Reaping her, if they wanted to do it now, they had to ask.

She looked at him with contained rage and incredulity. “Oui.”

Danny turned to Vlad and returned him his scythe. Calling souls was one thing, Danny still wasn’t allowed to do the actual Reaping.

“Then follow us.” The older Reaper said.

She followed them.

#DannyMay 2023 #DannyMay2023 #dannymay #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Vlad Masters #Vlad Plasmius #pathetic meow meow #day eleven #underwater #reaper au #ghosts #death #ghostly-scrypts #badger cereal

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