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[auraticere]

You're a Fool (Wanda x Fem! Reader)

A/N: Hello, Everyone! I noticed when I posted this initially that it was not appearing in any of the tags I put, so I'm reposting this and see if it'll show up.

Pairing: Protective! Wanda x Fem! Reader

Summary: The request speaks for itself.

Word Count: 6.1k

WARNINGS: Homophobia, Parental Angst, Mentions of past abuse, Verbal and Emotional Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, A Mild Anxiety Attack, Sad Themes, Use of Magic, and Use of Physical Violence. 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

Requests are OPEN; read the rules, please!

Masterlist + Rules

Some of my friends met my mom today and they were telling me how safe they feel with her and how she’s such a caring and loving mother and how I’m so lucky but she’s not actually like that and it only pisses me off bc they don’t know but they’re acting like they do bc they don’t know or they don’t want to and ugh so I was just hoping that you might be interested in writing one where Wanda rlly wants to meet r’s family but r has been stalling and so Wanda gets upset and thinks that r is embarrassed or smth and so r caves and they go stay w r’s family for a holiday and the whole time, they put up a front that they’re so perfect and so Wanda believes them bc r never says anything bc why would r think Wanda would believe the truth when nobody else will and then eventually they do something and it all clicks that the things they did to r were actually awful and Wanda comforts r?? You def don’t have to and you can spin the plot however you like but idk

Requested by Anon!

Snow is rapidly falling on a cold Tuesday night, covering the icy grass and everyone’s vehicles in a thick blanket of ice and clumping snow, forcing everyone to remain inside. Unfortunately, not everyone could make it inside to escape the icy winds of nature; some were still on the road far away from their cozy homes, slipping and sliding on the frozen concrete. You and Wanda were those people far from home, too far; in fact, you two were heading south for a holiday week to spend more time with each other.

You and Wanda have had work piled up to your chins for the past few weeks and decided it was time for a Christmas getaway. It was a relief to see something new, share this time with your wife, and make many memories to tell your kids one day. Stories of how you and your wife would drive late at night to see the bright Christmas decorations, having a Christmas all to yourselves, or how you and Wanda fell deeper in love like a Hallmark movie. You have those things planned and much more and weren’t sure if all could be accomplished. It doesn’t matter if you did or did not get everything you wanted to be done; what matters is all the time you will spend with your amazing, gorgeous, sweet, and loving wife, Wanda. She’s happy that you are hers too. All her life was spent with her brother and no one else until the twins joined the Avengers and she met you. You have to admit; you two are made for each other.

However, there was something you never mentioned to Wanda..; your parents also lived down south where you're vacationing. Usually, that wouldn't be a problem, but you and your parents have a terrible history. In fact, you have not told a soul about your past - only how you were heavily and emotionally damaged by them. Wanda helped you the best she could, especially when those memories returned to haunt you every night. No one knew the truth; you wanted to keep it that way, yet you knew it would come out eventually, whether intentionally or not.

You and Wanda arrived at the holiday inn only an hour ago. You grab your blanket out of your extra bag and delicately spread it across your half of the room’s queen-sized bed before laying down and staring blankly at the ceiling. Dread and your usual anxiety bind you to the comfort of your soft purple fleece blanket, leaving you immobilized. Your parents live here; what would they do if they saw you again? What if you see them?

While wiping away her foundation, she hears your troubled thoughts rattling your shaken mind and throws her used cleaning wipe into the trash can, then slowly turns to you. With a worry-laced voice, Wanda speaks cautiously, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

The thoughts she heard were garbled beyond any measure, like a radio with the smallest glean of reception. You were shaking; these suppressed memories were finally roaming free in your mind, wreaking havoc on your conscience in a way that has not happened in a year. Tears spilled out of your eyes like a waterfall, and you whimpered every passing second as each terrible memory of your parent’s emotional torture surfaced.

Wanda rushes to your side, and when she reaches you, she gently places her dainty hands on your shoulder and lightly shakes you out of your waking nightmares, “Y/N, hey, I’m here.”

Shaky breaths escape you as you come to conscience. Your y/e/c eyes frantically dart around the room as you jolt up, “W-wha-”

“Detka, hold onto me; I’m right here next to you,” Wanda reassures with a soft cadence.

Your trembling hand shoots to her leg and squeezes hard, “I-okay, okay, um.” No more words could be mustered.

“Name three things you can see, feel, or hear.” Wanda clasps your hand while the other lands on your knee.

Your eyes fall to the snowflakes out the window, “S-snowflakes, there’s a red truck in the parking lot, and, oh, our mini-van!” you feel yourself calm down, your pulse not racing as fast, “I feel…I just feel you. Your warmth, you’re very soft…did you use my lotion again?”

“Psh, noooo,” Wanda feigns ignorance.

You giggle, “Uh huh, yeah.”

“Another bad memory from…way back when?” the memory becomes faint in the redhead’s mind - as it is not her memory she heard.

“Damn,” you grumble, “Must have been intense for you to pick up on it.”

“So much…chaos; what were those from?”

Many memories flooded your imagination, and you are uncertain which memory she referred to, “I can’t recall….”

“You don’t have to, malyshka. It’s late, and we’re both worn out from traveling; let’s get our night clothes on and snuggle 'til we fall asleep.”

You take a deep breath and release before nodding your head in agreement. 

—

As you and Wanda lay in bed, waiting for the hypnotic sleep spell to wash over you, Wanda whispers, “What do ya wanna do tomorrow?”

‘Not visit my parents,’ you thought. “Visit the mall, grab some gifts for the Bartons, maybe get some boba, you know, hang out; it’s a mile away from my parent’s house, though.” 

Gotta love it when your intrusive thoughts spill out into the open.

Wanda’s eyes light up while she smiles brightly, “Your parents live here!?” she excitedly whispers, “We gotta go see ‘em!”

You look up at Wanda with weary eyes, “Yeah, no, I just, can we stick to the list, milaya? Don’t want to see ‘em on our holiday vacation.”

“What, why?!” Wanda’s eyes widened at your bluntness, “Not even for dinner?” You did not want to talk about them with Wanda, nor should she know what they did to you all your life. The past is the past and shall not be brought back to the present; you don’t want to be an emotional burden to your wife and would rather keep it that way. Can’t let yourself be lost in your emotional torment.

“No, not really,” you answered blankly.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

Wanda huffs, “Don’t want me around your parents? Am I not…‘ready’ to meet your parents.”

“Yeah! Wait, no, no, yes?”

“Well?”

“Wanda….”

“We should at least stop by for dinner, Y/N. Please. I promise I won’t be an embarrassment like I always am,” Wanda pleads, her doe eyes shining underneath the moonlight.

Your eyes widen in shock, and your jaw drops for a moment before responding, “You’re not an embarrassment! I'm…really nervous about seeing them again; it's been years and-"

Wanda breathes a small sigh of relief before cutting you off, “I understand, but can we have dinner with them or something? It won't be a detour, malysh, perhaps on a day when our night is not too occupied with sightseeing?”

“Honey, please, not right now…please,” you beg her to drop it. Wanda knows she might be getting underneath your skin with this conversation, and she relaxes her upright posture by slumping down next to you, “Lemme sleep on it, and I’ll give you an answer.”

Wanda wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to her, and your tension melts little by little, “Detka…I didn’t mean to prod at you like that. It’s not fair to beg for something you aren’t comfortable giving; I’m sorry.”

Your heart flutters happily, and you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The mind races with images and harsh words your goody-two-shoe parents unleashed on you, “You’re alright, love,” you pecked lips, “Still, I want to think it over.” Maybe they changed.

“Oh, okay. But really, Y/N, I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this…should not have brought it up,” Wanda frowns, rubbing her arm before heading back to the mirror to remove her remaining makeup in silence before you grab her wrist.

“Honey,” you pull her closer, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “I promise I’m okay…it’s that, well, we had a pretty big fight,” understatement of the decade, “-and I packed up all my things and left.”

“I see,” Wanda clicked her tongue.

“Yeah, so things might be awkward when we go.”

You had an idea, not a great idea, but an idea nonetheless. Perhaps, it was time to confront your parents and stand up for yourself; the only burden on your mind you could not shake no matter what you did.

“Wait, ‘when’?” Wanda asked, unsure of what you meant by ‘when.’

“I think it might be a good idea to…try to mend things between them and me; it might do me some good.” In truth, you wanted Wanda to see why you were so damaged rather than explaining it all to her in excruciating detail. Also, you were worried about this outing because it might make Wanda feel worse about bringing it up in the first place. Who knows what might happen? Your parents might treat you horribly when Wanda’s not there with you, and then when Wanda comes back, she sees it all unraveling, you being berated and emotionally attacked. She rushes you out of the house and comforts you afterward, in turn making her feel like it was all her fault. 

“How’s tomorrow night sound?”

“I think that is wonderful! Let’s see, we’ll be Christmas shopping for the team, then it’ll be lunchtime at the mall with some boba, drive around and see the lights, and finally, go to your parent's house! Sounds solid to me, lyubov.”

—

The Next Day

You and Wanda had returned from your day out and about, exploring your ‘lovely’ hometown and wandering around the mall for last-minute Christmas shopping. You picked out plenty of gifts for Natasha, the Bartons, and Steve, who wanted nothing but you grabbed him a selfie stick out of spite anyway. Wanda dragged you to the boba shop, went to a BBQ place a few stores down, and sat down for a satisfying lunch, chatting about your day and all the great memories you have had up until now. Eventually, you two returned to the hotel for a few hours and relaxed, watching Christmas specials while snuggling in bed. After watching two Christmas movies, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Die Hard, which is a Christmas Movie, you and Wanda discuss visiting your parents and debating what time to head over. 

You think it’d be wise to call your mom now, as she and your dad are probably at a Christmas event uptown.

“Greetings, Mother.” The phone rang once, and your harpy of a mom picked up.

You caught her at a strange time. She and your father were attending a charity drive when she received your call. Yes, they both are upstanding members of a small, conservative community. That tells all, really. A true horror, I know.

“Woah, hey, sweetie,” her tone was mixed with mockery and a fake happiness you knew all too well.

“Heyyy, I’m in town…with my wife, and I thought you, dad, my wife, and I could come over for dinner; I know it’s late, but…we just rolled into town.” Wanda gave you a thumbs-up.

“Of course, sweetheart, you and…your wife,” She jeers, “Are always welcome, um, oh jeezums, it is late. We should be back in about 15 minutes; got some dinner in the crockpot.”

“Oh,” you sat perfectly still, “Okay, we’re down past the mall; I guess I’ll meet you two at the house.”

“Perfect, see you then,” your mom puts the phone closer to her mouth, “Cunt.”

The line goes dead.

You flinched at the word, ‘Cunt’, one of the many names your mother lovingly adorned you with.

“Alright, they’ll be back from their charity drive in like 15 minutes. Let’s get ready to go.”

She noticed your reaction but didn’t comment on it, “A charity drive, huh? They sound like nice people.”

“Mhm, they do one every year. My parents are active in helping out the homeless; they own a soup kitchen downtown, make sweaters and socks for the less fortunate, donate money to the local hospital, and help out at the animal shelter when they can.”

“Wow, they sound so nice and loving!” Wanda praises as she applies her eyeliner, “I bet they’re so nice at home too.”

You giggle, putting up a front to hide your creeping nervousness, “They sure are, malyshka; you’ll love them.”

As twenty minutes pass, you two are already out the door, in the van, and on the way to your parent's estate when Wanda can’t contain her excitement any longer, “Oh, oh, look, more lights!” Wanda abruptly turns onto 5th Street to see the bright flashing lights illuminating the entire block.

You had no complaints; you were having a great time with your wife, what with sightseeing and all the lights. The first house on your right had a marvelous display that featured a nativity scene close to the house, a string of dull yellow lights adorning the exterior trims, and an inflatable Frosty the Snowman who is deflated. The first house on your left didn’t have much, from what you could see, but the one after it had the works. Santa on his sleigh lit up with his reindeer shining bright on the rooftop. The third house on the right had a ginormous display of a paper Pitbull, yes, Mr. Worldwide, strung up on a cross with fake hair stapled to his glorious bald head with bright white lights with a cardboard text bubble saying, “Mr. Worldwide is Jesus.”

You snapped a picture of it, and Wanda turned the car around in the cul-de-sac after seeing a few more houses with hardly any Christmas spirit on them and resumed your journey, or rather, quick drive, to your parents’ house.

Wanda turns right out of 5th Street and onto the main road leading up to your fateful encounter with your parents for the first time since you were seventeen.

You take a deep breath in, hold it, then let it out slowly in an attempt to calm yourself, to no avail. Wanda notices and offers a comforting hand on your knee, “I’m right here with you; hell, I’ll hold your hand the whole way through.”

“Thank you,” your voice trembles with dread, “I will need your support so bad.”

“I love you, printsessa.” Wanda stops at a red light and plants a kiss on your cheek.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” you blush madly, suddenly and instinctually turning away to hide your blush from Wanda, who chuckles lowly. 

“Aww,” Wanda coos, her hand reaching for your thigh, “So cute seeing you so flustered.”

“You sure know how to make a girl turn red,” you laughed nervously.

The light turns green and you approach closer and closer to Cummings St, where you inform Wanda to turn right on Cummings St and look for a bright white house with blue and green Christmas along the exterior trims. 

You have no idea how bad this will go; your parents will put on their usual masquerade of perfection - a fake, wide smile with a cheery voice that hides an uncaring, abusive shadow. Sure, you told Wanda of the last argument you and your parents had before you were booted to the curb, but you left out the history of verbal and emotional abuse for obvious reasons. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots you anxiously gnawing on your hoodie sleeve - you insisted on casual wear for the evening. You could care less about formality in a situation like this, honestly. After the reunion with your parents, you’re never going to see them again in your life, you’ve decided. Lose their numbers for good instead of ignoring them, hell, even coming back to this town. While making plans for the trip, you thought you’d be going far past it instead of to it, yet here you are, in the heart of it, facing your past with someone supporting you all the way.

Your phone rings as Wanda drives up a hill, reaching Cummings St in seconds; your wife turns right and is now going down the road.

“Hey,” your dad immediately says upon answering, “Where the -” your dad looks around to see if anyone else is around. “Where the fuck are you? Can’t even get here on time; you’re late. I don’t like it when you’re late.”

“My wife and I just got onto your street, dad; relax…we’re a few houses down, be there soon,” you hung up, not giving your dad the time of day to bitch and moan.

“Your dad has…not a lot of patience, I take it?” Wanda purses her lips. Already Wanda is seeing the bad aspects of your parents. Hopefully, nothing will escalate during your stay.

“No,” you admitted, “Hardly ever patient.”

Wanda swallows nervously. Fascinating, she’s nervous, all because your dad raised his voice over being a little late, “I see.” As she slowly travels down the tattered concrete road topped with thin ice, she places her hand on your knee to show silent support. You still lightly gnaw on your wet hoodie sleeve, but her warm touch distracts you enough to cease the gnawing, “Want me to hold your hand when we enter?”

“Yes, please.” you interlaced her fingers with yours as Wanda drove up to your parent's house, parking past the driveway in case you wanted to leave quickly.

“Okay, love. I’m right beside you.”

Wanda parks the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition before leaving the vehicle with you rushing to Wanda’s side as she locks the car behind you. You close hands and make your way to their front door. The witch observes her surroundings, taking notes of the neighborhood surrounding your old house and notes how poor - in quality - each house is, especially your mom and dad. Most of the paint has been stripped off by the weather, leaving the wooden frame exposed to the chilly winds, the roofing has not had any maintenance in a few years as some shingles have fallen onto the ground and thrown out of sight, and the lawn is dead, dry grass everywhere. 

“Yikes,” you say after a moment of awkward silence.

“It could be worse,” Wanda winces.

“Mhm, definitely.” You sigh, “This house has seen better days.”

Suddenly, the front door swings open to reveal your mother in a yellow floral dress with a jean vest and a pair of bunny slippers. Your mom waves then beckons you both to ‘Come on in!’

Here goes nothing.

You take a deep breath and let it out, and Wanda squeezes your hand tighter, easing you only a little.

You both enter the dilapidated home with your mother walking towards the living room, pointing to a worn black leather loveseat adjacent to the three-seat couch of the same material and to the wall-mounted TV. Ahead of your seat is a reclining chair where your father resides - reading a news article from Fox News, a totally ‘amazing’ newscast. Your dad is wearing a faded white polo with brown stripes across the belly. He adjusts his square glasses and puts his phone on the table next to him while his eyes stare you down while you take your seats. He frowns and then mumbles, “Didn’t know my daughter was a ******, what a disgrace.”

Your mom sits down on the couch and crosses her legs. Her posture is stiff like a board. Her eyes show no love, only coldness, and disdain. Your dad is relatively the same, except his anger shows through his pursed lips and crossed arms.

Wanda is the first to speak, “So, uh, hi, I’m Wanda…Y/N’s wife,” she waves happily.

“I’m Lisa, and my charming husband is Frank,” her voice starts flat, then accentuates to a customer service-esque one. She has officially put on a facade. Her eyes dart to Frank then she wiggles her eyebrows, suggesting he do the same.

Frank catches wind of it and puts his on, too, “Yuppers, I’m Frankie!” His voice wasn’t as chipper as his wife's; it was reminiscent of a mall Santa Claus: jolly, old, and spry, “Nice to meet ya, Wanda, and welcome to our humble abode!”

“Humble is not what I’d call it,” you whispered loud enough for only yourself to hear.

“Y/N, why are you- what brings you here? It’s been so long since I’ve seen my one and only daughter,” Your mother clicks her tongue, raising her brows inquisitively as she tilts her head down.

“Umm, Wanda and I came down for a holiday week off, actually,” you explained sheepishly.

“Oh, fun, fun!” It seems neither of them knows about Wanda and her occupation, at least not that you’ve noticed.

“Been so busy, might as well come back home for a visit.”

“Well…us old folks haven’t been up to much, just doing our normal stuff, doing our annual charity drive and helping out the needy, all that good stuff.” You perk up at those four words. You corrected your slouching posture, now sitting at attention. ‘All that good stuff’ is equal to ‘And all that annoying shit.’

“Yeah, my love told me all about what you two do for your community! You guys are so awesome!” Wanda smiles, laughing happily.

Frank bites back a grunt of disapproval, “It’s fun to build our community back up and ensure everyone gets a dose of goodness.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing everything they were saying was a lie. Truth is, they hate the community and only do this work for recognition and prestige. Your parents dragged you around all your childhood forcing you to participate in these activities.

“I remember you dragging me around all the time, and you’d punish me for not cooperating.” You tried joking, but resentment made you sound like you weren’t.

“You were being argumentative, sweetie. Had to iron out the wrinkles, so to speak.”

Wanda squints at that comment. Maybe there was reason to be hesitant on your part?

“Well, I oughta check on dinner, Lisa; I thinks there are fifteen minutes on the timer.” Frank pushes the leg rest down and heads into the kitchen, “Oh! Honey! Can you take this plate of snacks to the living room for our amazin’ guests?”

“Certainly! Wanda, Y/N? Would you like some wine? I’ve got a great bottle of wine I’d like you to try,” Lisa chirps, standing up to grab a bottle of wine of their wine rack, which only had three bottles of alcohol. From what you could tell, one was whiskey - half drunken -  another was Champagne, unopened, and the Pinot Noir your mother was grabbing.

“I’d like only a little bit, still have to drive my lovely Mrs. Maxmimoff back to our motel tonight.”

“Same here.”

Your mother reaches for the bottle, unscrews the cork with the opener, and grabs three wine glasses off the shelf, “Ah, my little girl adopted her wife’s name. It sounds so lovely in my head, Y/N Maximoff.”

“Thank you, mother!” you blushed.

Lisa placed the glasses on the coffee table and poured wine before serving them to you. Wanda takes a whiff and gently stirs the wine in a circular motion, contemplating if she should take a small swig of the alcohol or wait until she’s had a few bites to eat. Your mother puts the cork back into the bottle, placing it back on the wine rack before heading into the kitchen for the charcuterie board filled with cheesy goodness.

“So far, so good, detka,” Wanda presses a kiss to your forehead, which eases your anxiety somewhat, “You’re doing great.”

“Thank you,” you exhaled slowly, “I could not do this without you.”

Your mother returns from the kitchen with the cheese and cracker board, and your dad follows behind with a deep frown, “Won’t be ready for another hour. Meat’s still gotta cook a little more. Can’t have a good servin’ of meat and taters if the meat ain’t easy to pull off the bone.”

“Those are always the best, aren’t they?” Your mom sips her half-empty glass of wine before speaking again, “So, Wanda, what’s it like?”

Lisa pauses, gesturing to Wanda for an answer.

“What’s it like? To be…?”

“You know….” your mother leans in closer, “An Avenger?”

It’s not terribly concerning that your parents know Wanda as one of the world’s strongest heroes; it’s public knowledge. 

“Oh, uh,” Wanda hesitates. She doesn’t want to speak nor think about work when she’s not at work, but since they’re your parents, she wants to share as little as possible, “It’s awfully stressful, but I love my team!”

“What happened to that purple guy? The guy with the bow, now there’s a girl???” Your dad hates when his favorite hero is no longer on his screen.

Wanda giggles, “He retired a while ago, actually. The girl is Kate Bishop, the new Hawkeye.”

“I don’t like her or that blondie we saw her smoochin’. Fightin’ was sloppy; I’m sure she’s still new to the ring and all.”

“Kate’s a great friend of ours - we used to be bunkmates, actually,” you commented.

“Bunkmates, huh?” Your mother sipped her wine, “Do you…work…with them…on the battlefield? I don’t keep track of you superhero folks.”

You sat silently for a second before responding, “Not really, but like, if I’m picking them up from a mission and enemy attackers are shooting at us, I shoot at them - has not happened in a while, though…I’m just a field medic.”

“That’s good; you finally got up and did something with your life! A medic for the Avengers, how exciting!”

‘Gotta love it when she’s passive-aggressive,’ you thought, huffing through your nose to show annoyance.

Wanda perks up upon hearing you, “She’s one of our best!”

“What do y’all do afterward, like hang out or…?” Frank grabbed two slices of cheese and two crackers, made a double-decker cheese-cracker stack, and munched away like a happy ferret.

“The main guys train and hone their skills sometimes. Usually, we all hang out and have barbecues or have a house party if Mr. Stark feels like it,” you casually explained, “We’re like a family.”

Lisa’s face drops, exposing her true self for a moment at the comment. She’s pissed you would say that. Your mother hates the fact you found people, let alone a single person, who loves you wholeheartedly. She hates you like a mongoose does a poisonous snake, natural-born enemies. All your life, the two have verbally and emotionally abused you. On a scale of 1 to 10, the intensity was around a 6 when you were growing up, then escalated to a 9, 5 months before they booted you out.

“A family? We’re your family too!” Lisa fake-pouted.

“Um, hmm, mhm.” You were biting your tongue hard to prevent escalating words from escaping your mouth. You’d do anything to avoid a conflict. In fact, there was no need for a screaming fest between you and your parents tonight. Chit-chat, have dinner, and then go back to the motel and cuddle with Wanda all night, watching Christmas movies.

Beep Beep Beep.

“Oop, that’s the timer! I’ll grab y’all a bowl and a plate, and y’all can dig on in!”

“I’m starving, hun; gosh, it smells amazing.”

—

“Thank you both for this delicious meal; we’ve only had fast food for our travels - needed a real meal.” Wanda wipes her mouth off with a brown napkin.

“It’s our pleasure, Wanda,” Your mother says as she puts the plates, bowls, and silverware away into the sink.

“I’ll be right back, using the restroom; actually, where is it?” Wanda asks, standing up from her seat.

“Down the hall and the third door on your right, Wanda,” Frank monotones. A smile creeps up on his previously emotionless face.

Wanda heeds his instructions as she goes down the hall and quickly finds the bathroom, shutting it tight and locking it.

Your parents immediately lock their now angry eyes on you. You knew what was coming next.

“Didn’t know my daughter was a whore for some dumbass superhero,” your mother grimaced, “You knew we hate those types of people, including you.”

“You booted me out for liking women; that was the only reason, wasn’t it? Not just out of pure hatred, but for being gay?” you complained.

“Uh-huh, we don’t like you, gays…you’re tempting pure young women to stop reproducing children.”

“Well, at least as a gay couple, we could adopt children who need a home instead of bringing more into this world to be tortured by it.”

“Yeah, and? You people have such difficulty even being considered for adopting a child if you were straight-”

“Well, I’m not. Women are infinitely better, honestly.”

“Man and women are meant to lay together; it is the natural order of things! You can’t be with a woman; it’s disgusting!”

“That’s what you think, mother…many parts of the world have moved forward, but you have not. I’m not that different from you; I just don’t like men that way - no need to get upset about it.”

“That’s not how we raised ye, girlie; I-”

“Really? You raised me as if I weren’t human. You berated me for doing the simplest things!” you yell, “Abused me with your words! You destroyed my self-confidence and trust in people, yet I found people who like me and even love me. You never loved me! Wanda loves me tenfold!”

“You were supposed to be an upstanding woman, not some childish cunt fucking tacky-costumed morons - can’t believe you married one of ‘em, a female one at that.”

“I can date and sleep with whoever I want, Frank! You know what? Why am I arguing with you two? Both of you are stubborn as mules. I’m done.”

You turn to leave and try rushing out the door for some fresh air when Frank grips your arm like a vice, “You don’t ever call me by name, girl. I’m your dad. I earned that title fair and square.”

“Let go of me, Frank! You’re not worthy of being called ‘dad’ you poisoned the title with your hatred and abuse of me! Let go of me, fucker!” Frank’s grip remained firm on your forearm, which you thrashed about in a vain attempt to escape.

“Not until you call me daddy or papa, bitch,” Frank grips you even harder and then turns a few degrees and pulls on your arm, throwing you to the floor like you were a doll.

You landed hard on the laminate and thought you might get a hefty bruise on your side later. Upon impact, anger swelled up within you, threatening to spill like a dam bursting, “Fuck you,” is all you could muster without losing it.

“YOU DON’T TALK TO YOUR FATHER THAT WAY. YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO DISRESPECT ME!” Frank had bent over so that his face was level with yours and yelled into your ear.

Lisa joins in and stomps and kicks you repeatedly with her boot. She must be upset enough to resort to physical violence instead of her usual emotional or verbal abuse. For years, they have been waiting for you to return and be subjected to their twisted form of discipline.

“Filthy whores don’t get good treatment in these parts,” your mother growled as she kicked your rear.

“Please, please, stop it! I- please, stop, stop it, please!” Tears streamed down your face, “WANDA!!!”

Down the hallway, Wanda opens the bathroom door and flings it open with a flick of her wrist, slamming it into the wall. Wanda heard all that your parents had to say - the situation had become monstrously loud. You came here to confront them or talk with them about an ‘incident’ before you left their house, so you said. However, your wife knew there had to be another reason for you coming here, something you could not tell her no matter what, and now she knows. 

Wanda mumbles to herself, “You put on a mask, then took it off the moment I left my wife with you. Without the mask, where will you hide?”

A furious clicking of red heels echoed off the hallowed, narrow hallway as your mother, Lisa, gets out of her seat in a huff, “Say you’re sorry to your father,” Lisa demands.

Wanda’s scarlet magic twists and turns around their appendages and torsos; crimson tendrils erupt from the floor, grabbing your parents’ arms and violently pulling them to the floor. You sobbed as you curled up into a ball, waiting for the onslaught of their fists and feet to continue bombarding you, but it suddenly came to a halt. In fact, you could not hear them breathe or grunt when they moved around.

“I leave for five fucking minutes, and what do I return to? My wife is on the floor being beaten by her parents.” Her voice becomes unusually thick, and her accent shines through, “Y/N, malyshka,” Wanda rushes to your side and lays down next to you, “Honey…can you stand? I’m going to get you out of here.”

“Please…I need outta here, Wanda….” Wanda helps you to your feet while you wrap an arm around her.

Wanda looks your parents in the eyes with disgust, “You lied to me…about how much of a sweetheart you were to everyone. You seemed so nice and loving at first, but now…you’re just everybody’s fool.”

“Get out of here; we got what we wanted from our whore of a daughter anyway,” Lisa spat, her face red with rage, “Both of you are wretches of hell, begone from this holy house! This sacred house of Pitbull will not be disgraced by an accursed witch and her slave!”

“The spell will last an hour…go fuck yourselves,” Wanda said calmly as she held you closer and tighter than ever in the time you have been together. You were shaking and whimpering as you both exited Frank and Lisa’s house.

“I-I’m sorry, I shoulda said something about them…we coulda not come here if it weren’t for me, my parents were ri-”

“No, they weren’t right about you. You’ve grown so much, my love. You are not the scapegoat for their personal problems anymore.”

“Still, I…should have told you everything instead of leading you here to deal with my past,” you admitted sorrowfully, “I wanted to prove to myself that I could confront my demons alone…I guess not.”

“Detka, it’s okay,” Wanda reassures as you stand on your own, rushing to the passenger's side while Wanda opens the door to the driver’s seat and turns the car on. The redhead turns on the heat to defrost the car and turns the interior lights on, “Sometimes, there are things you can not do alone,” Wanda places a comforting hand on your shoulder, rubbing circles with her thumb, “There’s always people around you, now, who can help you, my love. What I said in my vows remains true, ‘In sickness and in health, in joy and in pain, I promise to always be by your side,’ and I intend to fulfill that vow.”

The car is fully defrosted and warm inside, cozy enough for you both to cuddle up and look at the stars and the moon above; alas, it was time to move. It was time to head back to the holiday inn and recover, possibly heading back home early in the morning; it’s best not to linger here after this incident. 

You went from staring blankly out the windshield to leaning on the seat, gazing out the window at the white and yellow lights of the city. “Can we watch a movie when we get back…snuggle too?” you asked hopefully.

“Of course, my love, whatever you want to do tonight, name it, and we’ll do it,” Wanda turned left onto the main road. From here, it’s only a mile or so drive back to the motel. You both sit in silence for the remainder of the trip, which allows you to decompress and mull over some things. It had been a rough night for you, and silence was one of two things keeping you sane, the other being Wanda’s presence.

“Just us on the bed snuggling is all I want for Christmas, malyshka.”

Wanda always honors her word, and so, that is what you two will spend the night doing: taking comfort in each other’s arms to relieve the stress of the afternoon. Lisa and Frank can no longer hurt you; you are as free as a bird flying high above trees. You breathe a sigh of relief, and your burdens are lifted off your shoulders. By the morning, this will all be a bad memory that will be drowned in the sea of all the good ones you and your wife shall make.

Heavily inspired by Everybody's Fool by Evanescence.

#wanda x fem!reader #wanda fanfic #wanda x reader #wanda x f!reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff

[hotmessteaparty]

2 in 1 uquizzes

I got tagged by my love @josephseedismyfather and now I'm finally gonna catch up to it! Thank you sm for thinking of me with all the tags 💖 I chose my OC Diah Talugmai (Citras and Vaas' mother) and Carlos for these tags. I know, he's not really my OC, but technically we don't have any information of him besides his name being dropped in the far cry experience, soooo at least how I imagined his character to be kind of is my OC, if that makes sense? Idk 😂

Again, of course tagging without pressure and only with love in mind 🥰 @piratekingvaas @jasonsnowwhitebrody @vaasonsson @insanityofvaas @merryandrewsworld @blaze13full @littlemissawry @alexredgrave @ball-pen

What is your OCs true role in the story?

Diah Talugmai

The Fallen Prodigy

Hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it? I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. Where have you laid your youth to rest my love? Is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it? Oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. Your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? Turning away in fear of what they once admired. Your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted. I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. The people fear you know, do they normally cower at the sound of your name? Ah don't fret, that makes two of us. the masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. The villian finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. You two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? To save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. Oh what a sad and miserable life without love. Is that why you chase loneliness? For is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? But don't become bitter from the pain. Trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. Please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it. You are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. the scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. Your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. But keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart. I'll be rooting for you my friend.

The "Oh" quiz

Carlos

the first meeting

Life is normal. It's scripted. It's functional. Then one day, you meet them, and... Oh. You fix your posture, you're a little nervous, and it's totally possible you're just projecting -- But this could be something. And the only thing that makes this different from the hundreds of other times you had that exact same thought only to be disappointed is... This is the time that counts. Things change. You were looking for someone whose very existence re-contextualized yours. Which is not to say that you were incomplete, but... aren't we all? Isn't that the essence of being a being who changes? And what completes us if not the love of something or someone beyond us? Sure it's still new, and anything could happen from here, but there's something in your shared brain chemistry that makes it feel like good things are in motion. How exciting!

How intresting are these results? I think both of them fit pretty well and I actually was plenty surprised that Diah got the same result as my friends @josephseedismyfather OC Harley Jane. And tbh j think it fits them both very well, but for entirely different reasons!

Also for Carlos I think it's a pretty good fit, tho obviously you guys don't know yet what's in the cards for him 😁

#that you for thinking of me!! #i got tagged #❤️❤️ #my OC #Diah Talugmai #for the lost souls #carlos #Narcotic #far cry 3

[matan4il]

Hello again! It's the newbie here.

I feel bad for missing out these new S5 episodes cause God Buddie is just so lovely in these past few episodes recently. I have been busy with my semester and I haven't caught up with the show yet. Currently I managed to reach S2 of part 2 of the earthquake episode.

I have been trying to avoid major spoilers ever since I decided binge everything again. But from the context that I have glance so far, it seems to be going well. I worry though cause I can feel myself getting attach to this show like how I was to other fandoms before this and I then get sad when I'm reminded that those said fandoms didn't fall through and ended badly. This show and the characters have made me happy and I just don't want my expectations to ruin this. Yeah, just wanted to share something that's been in my mind for a while now.

Besides that, can't wait to read your recent S5 metas when I do manage to catch up. I love reading your thoughts.

Also, I believe you have another blue noonie somewhere around here so to the other lovely blue heart noonie, hello! I hope this is not confusing to you both and I apologize if I somehow made it worse. Hope you both have lovely day / night wherever you are. 💙💫

Oh yeah, another thing to add to that...I apologize if I just spelled Nonnie wrong? Noonie? It's adorable so my apologies if I got it wrong. Ok bye. *hides* 💙💫

Hi lovely! Oh no, I didn’t realize I had two blue heart nonnies! I feel funny calling you ‘newbie’ since I still kind of feel like a newbie to Tumblr, despite being on here, and in this specific fandom, for years. But yes, it does at least give me an idea who I’m talking to. XD So please, let me know what nickname you’d like on this blog, if you feel like it! (same goes for the other blue heart Nonnie, if you’re reading this...) And I agree, Nonnie is such a cute term, it’s why I enjoy using it! ^u^ *hugs*

Oh, that is a GOOD ep you’re on, hon. Don’t feel bad about anything, just enjoy your experience watching the show! And yes, I agree, without giving too much away, everything seems to be progressing as we would have hoped for so far. IDK which other fandoms you were in, but... at the end of the day, joy is precious. There’s so many things that make life difficult. If you’re enjoying the show? That matters. Even if on some shows, the endgame isn’t what we hoped for. I can’t promise anything about 911, but I do have a good feeling about it which I didn’t have for many shows with popular m/m ships that didn’t come through. So I’m optimistic! But I do also understand the desire to be cautious. I think striking a balance is the challenge, I hope you feel you’ve found it!

Awwww, thank you so much for the kind words about my s5 meta posts! It makes me so happy to know you enjoy them! I hope to get to update my content list and archive blog soon, so you can easily find all of them when and if you feel like reading them! xoxox

(I got an influx of asks, I WILL answer all of them, but it might take a sec. If anyone wants to check whether I've already answered theirs or to read my replies, here's my ask tag. Thank you! xoxox)

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #fandom love #kindness #ask #anon ask #blue heart nonnie #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

[nanddor]

KAYVAN NOVAK as NANDOR THE RELENTLESS ⤷ 1.06 Baron's Night Out

BONUS:

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwditsedit #wwditssource #wwdits fx #nandor #nandor the relentless #kayvan novak #tvedit #bbelcher #chewieblog #userivett #filmtv #dailytvfilmgifs #hello i'm new so idk what tags to use yet but happy to be here!! #z.gifs #z.posts

[scandalsavagefanfic]

Hello! I am a huge fan of ur writing. I've loved everything I've read of yours. I've read alot of what you've posted, except for a couple of the tags that are squicky for me (so I'm very thankful you tag very thoroughly). No judgement for the squick, it's just not for me. & when I'm having a bad day, I usually just go thru ur ao3 and find something to reread. I think about Therapy's Bruce & Jason every damn day. While I obvs appreciate ur darker more "problematic" content (I really vibe with some of the themes you write about bc of my own trauma, & so it's very cathartic to read about in a fictional setting), I am truly a sucker for ur more happy content. The Happily Ever After verse also lives in my head rent free. Idk more wholesome stuff just seems more special when you write it. Anyways. I would die for you. But the point of this ask is cause I'm curious as to why you don't like Urban Legends? I'm sorry if you already talked about it here or on twitter and I missed it. I was just wondering because I really enjoy your take on things and would love to hear why you dislike it. I've been enjoying it so far personally, but I am always open to DC comics criticism.

Aw thank you so much! I'm so flattered by everything you just said. You're so sweet ❤❤❤❤❤

I haven't talked about Urban Legends here or twitter (I haven't been very active in either place lately. Just a lot going on and no energy 😔) but I'm happy to do it here.

Before I start though, I just want to add a standard disclaimer and make it clear that if you like it, there's nothing wrong with that and you don't have to let me ruin it for you lol. Like what you like.

That said, since you asked...

I said this when I was talking about it on discord, that there is a difference between hope and expectation. I always hope that a new story centered on Jason (or anyone really, but things have been especially egregious for Jay for 15 years) will be good or at least treat the character with a minimal level of respect (to be honest, the bar is super fucking low). But my expectations always temper my hope, to keep it from getting unrealistic. Because my expectations are based on experience.

The long history of Jason Todd, since even before his resurrection, has been one of retroactively trying to make him "a bad seed" in order to absolve Bruce of any responsibility in his death.

I don't even expect DC or their writers to start honoring the fact that Jason was not an angry, reckless Robin (and less of the later than Dick or Tim and definitely Damian). There plenty of ways that retcon can be folded into his history and be compelling and sympathetic. And if they're going to stick with that retcon, I'm only asking that they do it in one of those compelling and sympathetic ways because Jason was 15 when he died, heroically, in one of the most selfless acts in comics, to save a woman who literally handed him over to be brutally murdered. He was 12 when Bruce plucked him off the streets, he'd been homeless and fending for himself for at least two years. I personally think that Jason's story hits harder for him and Bruce if their original, canon relationship, of Jason as starry-eyed and eager to learn and absolutely devoted to Bruce and Bruce to Jason, is preserved. But Jason's origins does leave room for a meaningful interpretation of him as angry and frustrated at the lack of meaningful results of Bruce's methods.

And that's really where my irritation at stories like Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer and Batman The Adventure Continues has it's roots.

Every time one of these stories comes out, I think (or hope, rather) that this will be the one that remembers and respects the origins of the Jason and the Red Hood, that takes into account the changed sensibilities of comics readers in the 30 years since Jason's death and the subtle, 20 year, retroactive campaign to make him the "bad Robin". The "born bad" trope is played out and literally no one likes the message it implies. That some kids are just bad eggs and there's nothing parents or the adults around them can do. Especially when it's played as the kid's fault. If Jason's time as Robin is going to be characterized by anger, then it should be rooted in anger at the social injustices he witnessed as he grew up in an impoverished, crime-ridden, area and the horrors he faced raising himself when every day was a battle for survival. There are topical, meaningful, stories to tell with that backdrop.

But those are never the stories we get.

⚠⚠ Spoilers for Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer ⚠⚠

I'm particularly disappointed in Urban Legends because for the first issue, it looked like that was the kind of story we were going to get. I was put off by the first flashback of Jason being mesmerized by Bruce's guns, and I got that feeling in my gut that it was a bad sign. Jason depicted as impatient and overconfident and the scene with the guns is heavy-handed foreshadowing that got my spidey-sense tingling. I had a inkling then (in the first three pages) of how this story was going to play out, but it was early and I could still see many narrative paths that could lead to a satisfying story. My concerns were soothed somewhat and the little flame of my hope fanned, with the flashback of Alfred scolding Bruce, with Barbara's concern for Jason. A bit of worry returned with the way Jason ruthlessly pursued an addict who didn't appear to be a dealer and with the ending of the issue. The stuff with the addict sat wrong with me but the ending was tempered some by how despicable Tyler's dad was written. The scene was clearly set so that the reader could sympathize with Jason's decision and the scene with the addict could be brushed aside as a side-effect of comics over-the-top need for constant action, so I still held hope.

Issue 2 made me uncomfortable and it's where my hope starts to take a backseat to my expectations. I can dismiss Jason's self-deprecating internal monologue as unreliable narration, except that the flashback reinforces his thought process to explicitly show that it's not unreliable narration, and should be taken at face value. Jason faces physical abuse at the hands of his mother's drug dealer and when the flashback continues later, Jason kills the drug dealer. To be clear, this is a pre-Bruce Jason. His mom is still alive. He's like... 10. He kills this guy for shoving his head into a wall and implying Jason's mother paid for her drugs with sex. This is a scene that serves a single purpose. To show that Jason has always been prone to violence.

In the spirit of full disclosure, there is the small chance the drug dealer might not be dead. But the story obviously wants the reader to think he is, and it hasn't done anything to change that yet.

Starlin already did this story with The Diplomat’s Son in 1988 and he did it infinitely better. AND that’s still technically canon. So now I’m supposed to believe that Jason lost his cool bad enough to kill two douche bags before his sweet 16? Like it’s totally normal for abused kids raised in poverty, who’ve led hard and heartbreaking lives to just... haul off and kill people? That’s bullshit, and when taken with the Jason in the third issue, who is little more than an idiot thug, this story is really doubling down on some fucked up stereotypes.

Which brings us to the most recent issue. I went into this installment with very low expectations. I thought this story was going to be about Jason, through this experience with Tyler, a young boy with a similar background to Jason's, coming to the realization that Bruce's way is the best way and that Bruce did his best by Jason.

That would be annoying (in no small part because it takes increasingly absurd levels of plot armor to keep Bruce's no kill rule relevant, let alone irrefutably right). But I can probably live with that, if only because maybe if Jason officially falls back into line with the Bats crusade, maybe I'll get stories that treat him with respect, stories that don't relegate him to comic relief, dumb brute, or a background body with no lines in a story about the Joker burning Gotham (like Jason would just fucking stand there quietly for that).

And that may still be where the story is going, Jason realizing Bruce is right.

But holy shit do I not have the right words to describe how fucking insulting and gross issue three is.

From start to finish--including the flashback--Jason is written as cruel and fucking stupid. Like straight up dumb.

The entire issue is Bruce explaining the fucking basics to Jason like it's his first day. And Jason flies off the fucking handle and terrorizes a doctor he knows isn't a part of making the Cheerdrops, beats the shit out of some random addicts, and finally, when he can't accomplish anything on his own because he's a dumb brute he calls Barbara for help and rushes in with no information where he's promptly incapacitated and must now wait to be rescued by Batman.

This panel is the least of the issues sins but I can’t screenshot the entire story but it’s representative of the tone for the whole issue (and retroactively tainted the prior two issues).

This is beyond insulting. The only conclusions Jason comes to in this issue are the ones Bruce leads him to by talking to him like he can’t make the simplest connections. And like... in this story Jason can’t make the simplest connections.

This (and the Jason throughout the entirety of this issue) is a far cry from the Jason we fell in love with in Under the Red Hood, who was competent and strategic and intelligent enough to seize control of Gotham’s underworld from Black Mask (who’s no fucking slouch, he’s the first and only person to unify organized crime in Gotham) AND elude and manipulate Bruce until the time and place of his choosing.

This is a far cry from even the Red Hood and the Outlaws Jason who is competent enough to fight the League of Shadows and Ra’s al Ghul (among very dangerous and skilled others) and smart enough to create antidotes for mind control nanotech viruses.

As he should be, by the way. Jason Todd is one of the best, most comprehensively trained fighters in DC’s stable of non powered vigilantes. He’s not irrational or hot headed. He’s pragmatic, tactically minded, and patient. He’s a detective. Right now. Has been since he was 12. Bruce doesn’t have to make him one because he already is. 

Jason is not a stupid thug who uses his fists because his brain doesn’t work. And I can’t tell you how so very exhausted I am by this narrative. 

This is actually the most egregious example of Jason’s skills and intelligence being not just undermined but dismissed entirely. Even Morrison’s Jason had some degree of competency. 

The one, single redeeming factor of this story is the art. It’s beautiful. And Marcus To is a godsend he seems to be one of only a couple of artists who remember that Jason was a child when he was Robin and I’m literally only buying this book because of him. 

Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to come out so... um... passionately lol. I’m just very very tired. My intention with this isn’t to ruin it for you, if you like it, that’s fine. 

But this issue shot this story to the top of my "Vehemently Despise” list. 1) Batman: Urban Legends (Cheer), 2) Battle for the Cowl/Morrison’s Batman and Robin, 3) Batman The Adventure Continues.

I hope the next issues somehow salvage this dumpster fire. But I’m not expecting it.

(Damnit. That sounded harsh again. To reiterate, I’m not trying to judge anyone who enjoys it, I just personally hate it and you asked me why lol 😅)

#Batman #red hood #batman: urban legends #nice art #shit story #or at least shit characterization #jason todd deserves better #this response got long and I didn't edit it #please forgive any errors #and/or unclear spots #spoilers

[twst-campos13]

ah hello!! i'm literally so excited to see a blog for enby and male readers sodjfoijf,,could i maybe request a scenario where male reader is a staff member (idk?? like a librarian?? a nurse??? do they need nurses over there???) and is crushing on crewel but is too scared to confess because he's both Too Dense to pick up any signs of potential reciprocation and also just isn't sure if crewel likes men??? maybe. maybe with a happy ending though because i am a fool,, thank you very much!!

One hopelessly cheesy scenario coming up!! Thank you for requesting! I hope you don’t mind I made reader a librarian who may or may not be a bit of a romantic because i listened to a particular playlist while writing this- (commentary in notes!)

Warnings: none! Tags: male!reader, fluff!

A simple man such as you live a simple life. As simple as life can be in Night Raven College, that is. A prestigious school that holds a student body that can barely tolerate each other. It would be typical for a librarian to be the observer than the observed, but hey, if it means getting out of trivial matters of the school and enjoying the show in your personal bubble, then you have no complaints.

This attitude of yours did come to have its own consequences. You were seen as timid by most students as you were quite closed-off, taking it as a reason to poke fun at you sometimes. You proved them wrong when they step out of line with their fun. Most of the time you choose to ignore them. However, you lived up to your introverted nature, especially when it comes to him.

Tall, dark, and handsome. Approachable but also not at the same time. Sharply dressed and sharp attitude. This man that visits the library ever so often had become your daily motivation to keep on working at this school despite the wage that Crowley gives you.

Divus Crewel, feared and admired by staff and students—also known as the man who stole your heart.

You feel so small compared to him. That would not be so farfetched. He is a remarkable man, and what about you? You are just a librarian at this school. You are like mere dust to him.

Yet, despite this, you continued yearning for him no matter how ridiculous it seems. Perhaps you have fallen too deep in romantic fiction that you make hopeless wishes. You are known to be excellent in reading people but for some reason, you find it hard to read Divus. His perfect posture whenever he would scan the Applied Sciences aisle showed that he is focused on his reading. However, it is his expression you find hard to decipher. He looks dashing as ever, of course, but his thin lips and neutral gaze makes it hard for you to know what he is thinking.

If your life is a novel it would be so easy to know what runs in his mind. What he feels for you. Maybe he could even know what you feel for him. In a story, what makes characters likable is knowing what their emotions, their feelings, their ambitions, and their dreams are, for they are already laid out in ink on pages. Implicit or explicit information, simple or complex structure of personality, it does not matter. You would easily know about them for they are just sentences away from understanding.

And in romance novels…oh, how dreamy they are. How easy they make it seem to fall in love, to confess, and to achieve a happy ending. However, as a librarian, you know the reality of your situation. Your relationship with Crewel is a professional. Strictly, if you were to add an adjective. Is it really strictly professional? Your right brain points out the moments in your life where you interacted with him. At faculty meetings, reunions, at the library…moments like those just feel surreal you almost believed that you made those up on your own. Probably because you initiated each of those interactions yourself.

The only time, where Crewel would come to you himself, are rare. One time he came to the library and checked out a book to read in his spare time. His voice distracted you. It was like cherry wine. Sweet, smooth, enough to make your throat dry and your cheeks flushed. Oh, you could listen to him talk for hours in that tone of his, and he could even make you do anything he pleases.

You greet each other good morning or good afternoon when you pass by each other, and he would smile a teasing one at you as if you two shared a secret with each other. Well, technically you did, for one time you bought him coffee under the pouring rain, and he repaid you for your kindness. Soon enough your coffee exchange became a routine for both of you. It was sweeter than the cream in his coffee. It was more refreshing than the rainy day you shared with each other.

His gaze. His posture. His voice. His smile. Despite those small interactions with each other you are still troubled by what he thinks of you. A friend? A colleague? A special someone? Why is this so hard? Why was it so easy to fall in love? And when things could not get worse for you, your left brain argued that he might not be interested to mingle with a man.

Well, you could find out for yourself, but that would be creepy. Your workspace is in the library! You could not just leave when you please just so you can observe him. You could not use the staff files to your advantage—that is being a borderline stalker. Whatever Crewel’s orientation is, is his to keep and his to disclose to you. Oh, but still. If this were a novel, you could easily analyze the situations that give off evidence of him liking men. Or liking someone like you.

If that were the case you would not have a hard time trying to decipher his words, his gaze, his tone, and his actions towards you. If that were the case…if that were the case…then…well, there’s no then. Divus Crewel is not a fictional character to analyze. He is your coworker, your colleague.

It is hard to know what he thinks of you, at all. You really wished that you could…but the thought of knowing what he thinks to scare you, as well.

Rejection is not that far from reality. Who are you compared to him again? A nobody. A simple, ‘timid’, librarian that enjoys reading romantic and fiction novels and inserts himself in scenarios he makes up for himself just so he can…find the happiness he wishes to have.

But Divus is your happiness. Became your source of happiness. Ironic how he colors the muted floor of the library with his monochromatic appearance. Maybe it is better that you keep your feelings to yourself. You avoid the risk of rejection and humiliation as well as ruining whatever it is your current relationship with Crewel is.

You barely registered the visitor in front of your desk until a familiar red leathery gloved hand rested atop of yours. The contact of the leather sent a spark of electricity through you that you snapped your head up to meet alluring silvery blue eyes. There is only one person in this college that owns those distinct, beautiful, silvery blue eyes.

Divus.

“Have I interrupted your moment of peace, sir?” He asked in that cherry wine voice of his. It made your throat dry up and your face warm. “N-No—no!” You squeaked, shaking your head to brush off the embarrassment. Quickly, you fixed your composure and appeared presentable. As presentable as you could be under his stare that is. You just hope that he found some amusement in your haste. “D-Div—Mr. Crewel, what can I do for you?” You smiled as you speak in a professional tone. The edge of his lips curled into a familiar smirk and still you could not determine what was running through his mind at the moment.  

“I came to return the book I borrowed last week,” he said, placing down the novel on your desk. Sense and Sensibility. Jane Austen. Right, he borrowed that last week. It is not your place to judge whatever it is he desires to read. “Of course,” you nodded, “did you enjoy reading it?” You started on a small talk as you take out your logbook for the check-ins and outs of books. “Somewhat,” Crewel shrugged, “I had my eyes set on another book I would like to borrow.”

“Oh? What is it? I’ll go get it for you.” You stood up after sliding the logbook back to its drawer. Crewel did not leave from where he was standing. His eyes were simply on you. You had to hide your nervousness under his gaze. “I had my eyes on it ever since that rainy day, when you offered me shelter in the library until the rain passes,” he mused. “General fiction, I believe, was the genre.”

“If that’s the case then you better tell me the title,” you joked, taking a stool to the genre’s aisle. “Are you certain you can find it?” Crewel coolly challenged. You almost laughed but did not fight the smile on your lips. “Mr. Crewel, I spend most of my time in this library. I know every book and I still have the Dewey Decimal system memorized…” You kept your eyes distracted by scanning the spines of the books on the shelves. You are aware that he is still looking at you that is why you refused to look back at him. You are not sure what will happen if you look back at him while conversing.  

“If that is the case—” why does he suddenly sound a bit close? “—may you find ‘How to Ask your Dense Colleague Out to Dinner?’”

What a lengthy title. It sounds very basic and almost like a rule book than a novel. Well, that is General Fiction for you. Though you are quite unsure if such a book exists in the library. “Hm…” you hummed, a finger on your chin, as your eyes scanned the shelves. “I don’t think I have that here…Crowley pays me enough to support my rent and meals, but not enough to buy new books. Plus, the students…”

You heard him chuckle beside you and fought the urge to turn to him. “I believe I was not frank enough. Ah, well, I will put all subtleties aside, then…”

His warm breath tickling your skin was what made you finally turn to him. The proximity of your noses startled you that you nearly stumbled out of your stool if it were not for Divus’ hand grabbing yours to pull you to him. You gasped, shocked, as you landed close to his chest. His other hand supported your waist, and your eyes widened his silvery blues. You can feel your heart hammering against his. Your legs feel like putty when he gave you that teasing smirk. Your name—your first name—sounds surreal from his lips. Your entire world was a confusing mix of vertigo and bright lights.

“Will you go to dinner with me?”

You stared. You stammered. You are flabbergasted and flustered. You were unsure how to react to such a forward question that your brain completely shut down. But you cannot embarrass yourself—you must not. Not when…not when…not when…!

Oh, he will he stop saying your name with such sentiment?

“Is your silence a rejection or a consideration?” He rose a brow and your face flushed even more. “No! I mean yes—I mean—no, it isn’t a rejection—”

“Then you have been anticipating this?”

“Divus!”

He laughed. He laughed at your state. He laughed at your awkwardness. But most importantly his laugh sounds so pleasant. Like he was teasing you and you liked him teasing. You grew shy, averting your gaze from his and fidgeting with your fingers. “I mean…I mean…why?”

Crewel stopped laughing and looked at you. “Why what?”

“Why…me? Out of all people?” You asked as fear and denial keep you from grasping the fact that this is all real and not another scenario you made up during rainy days. Crewel’s face remained passive. Neutral. It was eating at your heart and you just wish what is going through his mind.

“Is it not obvious, puppy?” He raised a brow at you. The hand holding your wrist now tilted your chin in his direction. “It is not by fate or destiny, but a mere law that dictates the gravitational pull of similar atoms that is programmed by the need to chemically bind together.”

You suddenly felt stumped. “W—What?”

“I like you, puppy,” Crewel clarified, adoring the way your confusion turned to pure surprise, “and I would like to have dinner with you. Perhaps another, if the first went well.”

You need some time to process this. Your head felt so light you might pass out in his arms. Actually, you would not mind that in the slightest. His coat is just so soft it feels like heaven. A proper response of agreement failed to come to your mind so instead, you asked him again, “And what if the first does not end well?”

Crewel smiled at you. “Then we shall try again with the next dinner. Mind you, puppy, as a man of science, I am not afraid of failure if trying means more chances of perfecting my goal.”

“And what’s that goal?” You asked and physically stopped yourself from combusting when he leaned closer to you that your noses touch and you smell his cologne, and his bold scent.

“The goal to become yours.”

#fullcowling #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst divus crewel #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #HAFHAEUFAFEFEU #I KEEP TYPIING CROWLEY INSTEAD OF CREWEL SO IT ENDED UP BEING DIVUS CROWEY #AFJEIFIEFFIAEG #this is longe rthan i expected #actually i cannot physically write short scenarios unless i rewrite it over and over #i dont think this is 1500 words either #the vil catboy fic wasnt 1500 words either but it was close #i wrote that three times #this was just written once #and i feel like if i rewrite it the pining will just disappear!!! #i listened to a playlist for homeless romantic by ssilvics on yt

[sevenmikento]

ANOTHER JJK WRITER??!?! I'M SO HAPPYYYY!! And you're accepting requests right now! I---I feel so cniwjebfiamxksownfjjw but 'nough said...

Idk what type of format is suitable for this request so it will be fine if you chose to write it using hcs or a oneshot.

Can I request where fem!reader is the Sukuna's vessel meets a civilian!Yuuji??

A/N: hello!!!!! this was sent in over a week ago but i’ve been so busy with streaming, art and work AAAAAAAAAA anyways imma do headcanons so i can cover more ground since i like this idea hehe :D

ALSO I FINISHED WATCHING HAIKYUU S4 AND I CRIED LIKE 4 TIMES PLS SEND IN MORE HQ REQUESTS OF THE CHARACTERS I LISTED THANK, I CAN’T WAIT TO GET TO THEM ;—;

fem!vessel!Reader meets civilian!Itadori Yuuji headcanons

as a born and bred Jujutsu Sorcerer, you honestly should’ve known better than to eat Sukuna’s goddamn finger. but in your defence, it was a stressful moment and the only other option was to die, let the cursed spirit eat the finger and inevitably kill Fushiguro Megumi—your only friend and someone who could probably keep the cursed spirit at bay long enough to escape

essentially it was: get killed and greatly inconvenience your friend or eat the finger and die and only somewhat inconvenience your friend

the only thing you did not anticipate was survive eating the finger, killing the cursed spirit in one hit and verbally abusing Sukuna until you regained control of your body

well… shit

life hasn’t changed that much if you were being honest, except now as the vessel of the King of Curses, the threat of being exterminated by the wise old elders was greater than before; but you don’t let that bother you too much since—

“So, if I eat all the fingers and Sukuna doesn’t take over my body… they’ll let me live?”

“That’s what they claim but we both know they’ll actually do,” your mentor and guardian Gojou Satoru said after returning from an emergency meeting with the people he despised the most. you could tell how pissed he was just by the slight inflection of his voice

“But I won’t let them lay a single finger on you,” he ruffled your hair, “got it?”

“Him.” Sukuna’s voice echoes in your head on one of your off days. hiding your mouth behind the bun you’re munching on, you ask him what he means

“The table across from you. That boy. He could have been my vessel.”

“… and?”

“… he’s interesting. Befriend him.”

“What? No, you absolute menace!” you don’t realise you’ve raised your voice until you notice a pair of wide brown eyes stare back at you. feeling your face heat up, you quickly stand and leave the cafe, tragically abandoning the super delicious chocolate bun half-eaten on the plate

“You’re attracted to him. Befriend him and it’ll benefit the both of us, you fool.”

“How exactly will it benefit you? And it’s too late. I’m not going back, not for the boy and not for my poor, poor choc bun :(”

you make it like, a few hundred metres before you feel a tap on your shoulder. when you turn around, it’s the boy holding your bun in a takeaway bag. he smiles like an idiot and though it feels like a huge mistake, you allow yourself the luxury of his company

shortly after you mean, during one of your many late night texting sessions, you learn that he had to move to Tokyo with his grandfather to seek better medical treatment

[11:43PM] Yuuji: so basically… what i’m saying is… i have no friends here :D be my friend?

[11:45PM] (Y/N): okay :)

“EXCELLENT”

“Sukuna… touch him and I will kill myself and you.”

when Gojou learns of your new friend, he gets super annoying (even more so than usual, basically) and makes a habit of spending more time with Megumi, claiming that you “don’t need both of them anymore ;—;” because you’ve “moved on to greener pastures”

but in all seriousness, he’s glad you’re making more friends. he’s done research on Itadori Yuuji and concludes that you’ll be alright

the first time you go out together, Yuuji sheepishly tells you he needs to drop by the hospital to give his grandfather some sliced fruits

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna follow, though—”

it takes you, like, ten whole minutes to convince him that you’ll be happy to meet his grandpa, though you have no choice but to withhold another big reason for wanting to tag along

as suspected, Yuuji’s grandfather’s being weighed down by a couple of small fry cursed spirits which you swiftly eliminate when they both have their backs turned to you—or so you think

unbeknownst to you, Yuuji saw the way you glared at the corner of the room, noticed how you did some odd hand gestures and how—almost instantly—his grandfather said: “is your girlfriend a lucky charm? my chest feels so light all of a sudden.”

[12:33PM] Yuuji: thanks for coming with me to the hospital today. my grandfather seems to really like you :) sorry he kept calling you my girlfriend

[12:34PM] (Y/N): no problem, i like him as well :D and it’s alright

[12:45PM] Yuuji: by the way, i have something i want to ask you

[12:50PM] (Y/N): … yes?

[01:03PM] (Y/N): Itadori?

[01:16PM] (Y/N): you there?

“A cursed spirit is after him.”

“You choose to tell me just now?!”

Sukuna doesn’t say it but he has no idea why he told you what he did. it doesn’t matter to him what happens to Itadori Yuuji and yet his gut tells him he needs to be kept alive. so, in a strange turn of events, he tells you where to go

sure enough, you find him fighting off a grade 1 cursed spirit in an alleyway, still alive and kicking despite being seemingly beaten within an inch of his life

although you’re a grade 2 Sorcerer, with Sukuna telling you what to do in your head, you win the battle with only severe bruises and maybe a hairline fracture somewhere

“Where do you live?” you ask and he points at a small house just across the alleyway. “Get your things, you’re coming with me tonight.”

he listens and walks quietly beside you as you make your way back to school

“Are you okay?” you ask once the adrenaline of it all has somewhat subsided

you can’t help but feel responsible for it all, knowing the cursed spirit must’ve hunted him down believing he’d lead him to you—the Sorcerer with Sukuna’s scent written all over you

before Yuuji can lie and say yes, he trips over his own feet but you catch him before he hits the ground

you decide to carry him the rest of the way, giving him a piggyback, his feet just barely off the ground due to your height difference

“What are you?” he asks softly, arms wrapped around your neck as the side of his head rests against your own

“I’ll tell you later. I don’t know if you’ll believe me, though.”

“I will,” he says without missing a beat, “I trust you.”

“It was most likely my fault you got hurt, you know?” you admit dryly, aware that you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if you kept it a secret him him

“Yeah…” Yuuji sighs and it stings, not gonna lie, but then he continues: “but you’re carrying me right now… and you helped my grandfather, didn’t you?”

“… yeah.”

he hums softly, feeling his eyelids grow heavy, “that’s enough for me… Thank you.”

you feel him press his lips to your neck before his head lolls forward. your heart nearly stops before an overwhelming sense of relief washes over you when you feel his chest rise and fall steadily

your knees feel like they’re on the verge of giving out but his body is so warm and his kiss made your heart flutter like never before, so, you carry him the rest of the way knowing that you’ll gladly do the same in the future with no hesitation

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji #headcanons #fluff #slight angst #vessel!au

[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 6

Warnings: None

Tags: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Your P.O.V

I sat on my bed, phone in hand trying to think of what to say to Kyotani. I would type out a few words then immediately delete it, because it sounded really dumb or really desperate. "Why is this so hard?" I groaned. I could say whatever to Iwaizumi and Oikawa and it wouldn't bother me later on, but with Kyotani...I just really don't want to mess this up. I looked back down at my phone screen, took a deep breath and typed.

Me: Hey Kyotani, it's me Y/n, did you make it back home?

I held my phone to my chest, I didn't even want to see the speech bubble pop up. But when it did, and my phone dinged, my stomach did a backflip. I looked at my phone.

Kyotani: Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah? That was all he typed? I sighed slightly, well, he never was a man of many words.

Me: That's good. So, about coming over again. How does tomorrow night sound?

"Wow, way to be clingy." I mutter.

Kyotani: Sounds good.

I blinked a few times. "Whoa really? That worked?"

Me: Cool! I'll see you then.

Kyotani: See ya.

I let out a weak sigh and fell back onto my bed. Before I fell asleep I went back to the texts and changed Kyotani's name to:

🐶Mad Puppy🐶

He might have the personality of a feral wolf, but he could be as cute a little puppy. I smiled softly before drifting off to sleep.

Your P.O.V

Your alarm jerked your awake early the next day. With a groan you sat up and turned it off and checked your phone, you gasped when you saw what day it was. "It's Saturday!!" You cheered before flopping back down on your bed. It might be immature for you to act like a child when it came to the weekend, but Jesus did you hate waking up early to go to some boring classes for eight hours a day. Besides, you had a very important day ahead of you. Tonight was the night you went over to Kyotani's place for dinner. The grin on your face only grew wider. "It's like a date...only his mom is going to be there too..."

Speaking of moms, you needed to tell your mom you wouldn't be home early tonight. "Oh great. She's never going to get off my back over this." You sighed. You got up and changed out of your pajama's and into some comfy clothes before heading downstairs. Your mother was just on her way out it the door once you got to the bottom of the stairs. "Hey mom!" You called, making her stop. "Yes sweetie?" She turns to face you. "Um, is it cool if I go over to a friends for dinner tonight?"

"Hm? You mean Iwaizumi?" She asks. "No, not him."

"Oikawa?"

"No."

"...uh, then who?" She mutters.

"A new friend. Remember that intense guy I told you about? His name is Kyotani." You tell her. "Huh, I see. Well first I'm happy that you're making new friends sweetie." Your mother smiled. "But are you sure this "intense" guy is a friend? I just want to make sure you're not being bullied."

"I'm not being bullied. He is a pretty angry person at times but, he's actually really cool too." Your mother took a minute to think about it. "Alright, you can go. Do apologize to them for me. I won't be there."

"You won't?" Your mother shook her head. "I work late tonight. I won't be home until midnight. Which I expect you to be home before then, understand?" Your mother raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I promise. I'll tell them." Your mother pats your head and opened the front door. "Good, I'll see you later." She waves before leaving the house. "Of course you're working late again." You mutter as you walk into the living room. It never use to bother you as much before, but the more you thought about it and the more you watch her leave, the more it bothered you. She was always working, even during the weekends. You two hardly ever talked at times. You sat on the couch and decided to watch your favorite show to pass the time.

After a while, your phone dinged.

Shittykawa: Heeeeeey L/n-Chan! Wanna hang out? I'm free all day~😙

. . . . .

Shittykawa: Don't ignore me!😫

You: That was my answer.

Shittykawa: Your answer was pure silence?

You: Yeah. 😒

Shittykawa: Whatever.🙄 What are you up to?

You: Lazying about. Something you would know well huh, Lazykawa?

Shittykawa: So. Rude. What about later tonight?

You: Can't. I have plans.

Shittykawa: Liiiiike?

You: What's it to you?

Shittykawa: Come on! The least you can do is tell me!

You: Uggggh! I have dinner plans with Kyotani ok!?

. . .

You: Shittykawa?

Shittykawa: YOU HAVE A DATE WITH MAD DOG!?

You: It's not a date!!!

Shittykawa: Really? You? Him? Dinner??? Is it not clicking L/n-Chan?

You: His mom is going to be there, dumbass.

Shittykawa: I just can't believe it... You. And Mad Dog??? Of all people???

Me: What's so wrong with that?

Shittykawa: First, I can't believe you chose him over me 😭 Second, he's not exactly the ladies man. He's more the, scare and intimidate everyone he comes in contact with, man.

Me: Oh shut up Shittykawa. Kyotani's cool. Now if you'll excuse me, he's texting me right now. So I'm gonna get to that if you don't mind 😡 Besides, we all know you gay af.

You didn't bother to read what Oikawa texted next.

Mad Puppy: Hey. You still on for tonight?

You: Yeah totally! I'm really looking forwards to it.

Mad Puppy: Cool. My mom's been pestering me about it all fucking morning. It's like she's trying to play matchmaker. It's ducking creepy.

Your heart twinged a bit at that.

You: Oh yeah? Sorry to hear that.

Mad Puppy: It's whatever. Just telling you ahead of time, she's gonna keep this up the whole night. I just know she is. Anyway, I'll call you later ok? I gotta take Killer on a walk.

You: Ok. Talk to you later.

You bury your face in your hands. You had a feeling that tonight was going to take a lot out of you.

Later that night you stayed close by your phone, just waiting for that call from Kyotani. You had already gotten ready ahead of time, just so you would have to be in a rush later. You wore a short (color) dress with leggings.

(I know that must suck, but give me a break idk what outfit description would satisfy you all lol)

You didn't want to be super dressy but you didn't want to look like a bum in front of Kyotani and his mom. Speaking of, your phone lit up as the ringer went off. You scramble to pick up your phone before answering. "H-hello?"

"Hey, just checking in. You all ready to go?"

"Yep, I'm ready. I'll be over soon."

"Oh uh, actually...I'm on my way to your place....I didn't want you to walk alone at night."

You held back an "aw", you knew it would make him mad. "That's really nice of you Kyotani. Thank you."

"Yeah, I just figured you'd feel more comfortable if you were with someone. Anyway, I'll be there in a few."

"Ok. I'll see you then." You hung up and held your phone to your chest, the brightest smile on your face. Who knew Kyotani could be so nice? You never thought that you would have fallen for someone who looks pissed 24/7, but here you are.

Shortly after, Kyotani was knocking at your door. You took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hi." You say softly. "Hey." He responds. "You ready to go?" You nod and walk out the door before shutting it. "Oh yeah, forgot to mention, my sister will be there too." He tells you. "Really? What's she like?"

"She's a l bitch." Kyotani says bluntly. "Oh come on." You laugh. "Is she really that horrible?" Kyotani nods. "Yep." You just rolled your eyes. You didn't have a brother or sister, but you understood that siblings would pick fights and "resent" each other from time to time. "Is your dad gonna be there too?" Kyotani remained silent, his eyes narrowed. "No." Oh....You decided not to press for more questions, not yet at least. You didn't want to ruin the night by bringing up touchy subjects.

Before you knew it, you were at his home. Kyotani knocked on the door, which was immediately answered by his mom and Killer, who was barking and jumping on you. "Oh, look at you Y/n! You look stunning! Doesn't she Kentaro?" His mom gushed. Kyotani nods. "Come on in! Dinner is just about ready!" You thanked her before stepping inside. At the table was a girl with black hair and the same yellow eyes as Kyotani sat. She wasn't really paying attention to anything or anyone, aside from her phone, which she tapped away on. "Natsuki, we have a guest. Put that thing down for once!" Her mom says as she walks to the stove. Natsuki sighs heavily and puts her phone down. "Hey." She mutters. "You my dumb little brother's girlfriend or something?" You and Kyotani's faces turn red.

"Shut your trap, Natsuki!" Kyotani growls. "She's way too pretty for you, mutt." She smirks. "I said shut it!"

"Both of you shut up!" Their mother yells. "Sorry about my two idiots Y/n." She smiles. You just wave it off. "Uh, don't worry about it." Kyotani and Natsuki's mother set down a very delicious meal on the table. Everyone sat down and gave thanks for the meal before digging in. "Wow. This is really good!" You say as you take another bite. Kaori smiles warmly. "I'm glad you like it. You should take some home for your family. I may have gotten carried away and made a little too much. I was just so surprised that my son brought over such a sweet and beautiful young lady!" Kyōtani grumbles a curse under his curse. Your face warmed up. "I'm kinda surprised myself." You admit.

"Same here. Ken has always been weird. Never thought girls would be interested in him." Natsuki says bluntly. "Tsk. And I never thought guys would be into you, guess I was right, huh?" Kyotani counters. The two siblings were caught in a glare off with each other. "I say cut it out, both of you!" Kaori hissed.

The rest of the night was filled with conversations about school, and marriage, much to Kyotani's dismay, and just causal convo. There were more compliments about how nice and cute you were from his mom, and some questions from his sister for you like "so how much did my brother pay you to hang out with him?". They had to be one of the most chaotic family you've met, but you did enjoy their company. It was getting late, time for you to head home. Once again, Kyotani walked you home. "Thanks again." You smile softly. "Yeah, sorry about my mom and sister. Must have been exhausting." You shook your head. "They were great. I had a really good time tonight. Make sure you get back home safe ok?" Kyotani nods. "See ya." He turned ad walked away.  You wave before walking inside your home. Your mother still wasn't home, you decided to head up stairs and catch up on your favorite anime.

While watching, your phone dinged. You looked down to see a text from Kyotani.

🐶Mad Puppy🐶 I had a good time too. Night

You smiled and texted back.

You Good night 😊

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#kyotani kentaro x reader #kyotani kentaro #haikyuu!! #haikyuu kyoutani #haikyuu mad dog #mad dog

[katierosefun]

Heyy, just wanted to say I LOVE your stories (and all you headcanons and tags hehe) I'm new here and wanted to ask how and when you started writing fanfiction for star wars and if you have any tips 😊

hello! thank you for the kind words :’) and of course, welcome!! 

so if we want to get really technical about things, i started writing star wars fic like,,,,waaaay back in 2013, and i kinda cringe a little when i think of those fics now because lol i was thirteen years old then--and i wrote for a little while until maybe 2016-ish? and then took a break because of mental health things, and then got back into writing fic in the past year and a half or so! 

as for the how, i wanted to write star wars fic mostly because as a thirteen year old, i was devastated by the season five finale (back then, that was when the show just got cancelled and the season five finale was the only series finale we were gonna get!), and i just kinda wanted to write all these stories about the tcw fam actually being happy. filling in the gaps and all. (lol considering how my gut reaction to the tcw season seven finale was also to write as much fic as possible, i can safely say that some things just don’t change.) 

as for tips! i got a little into writing gen fic specifically here, but as for writing fic in general: (and under the cut because i,,,as usual, went off for a while.)

1. rewatch/reread source material! this is something i usually do when i’m trying to refresh my memory on a certain episode--i won’t watch through the whole thing, sometimes i’ll just kind of jump around, but i like to get some quick look back into the source stuff to put myself in the right headspace to explore how to extend/expand the story somehow. 

of course, if you’re writing something that’s an AU then you don’t really have to worry about this, but!! rewatching the source can also just be super helpful when you’re trying to characterize properly/try to get a feel for what the characters’ voices are like. 

2. wookiepedia is your  best friend, but if you don’t have enough info on something, either search through fanon star wars meta or!! just make up something on your own! like, i cannot tell you the amount of times i’ve wanted to tear my hair out because i couldn’t find enough information on x or if i had to stop and be like “wait, but does star wars even have y??” sometimes, wookiepedia is helpful for providing those answers, and other times, blogs like @gffa really provides a big, broad look at all the stuff in star wars, and her blog kinda runs like wookiepedia itself, so i can guarantee that you’ll find some useful stuff if you’re ever kind of lost about what certain jedi customs/culture or in general, what different cultures were like in the galaxy far, far away. 

but also, as i’ve mentioned, i think it’s okay to just kinda ignore the technical stuff and just make something up in star wars as you go along. you don’t like that glass in star wars is called transparisteel? then use glass. you’re not sure if star wars even celebrates the new year? screw it, why not? you’re the writer--you get creative license!

3. there is no such thing as “too much” of one trope. so, idk if you might struggle with this, but just in case you do--sometimes, fic writers will hit a wall and be like “no i can’t post this because so many people have already written about this/used this trope/etc.” to that, i say pffft, nah. there’s a post floating around here on tumblr about a cake analogy and how like,,,to you, you might have just brought another cake to a party with already so many cakes, and you might feel kinda embarrassed about that, but to the large majority of people? all they see is more cake, and who doesn’t love more cake? 

what i’m basically trying to get at here is!! write whatever you want and don’t worry about if someone’s already done it, because everyone in fandom lives to see their favorite storylines expanded over and over and over again/everyone lives to see their favorite tropes used over and over and over again. fic is wonderful for that very reason, and you shouldn’t deprive yourself of enjoying that. 

4. this might seem kinda trivial, but spellcheck and formatting is...mostly important. the unfortunate thing about fic is that sometimes people will click out the second they see a huge block of text like so: 

“this is just a practice run,” i say as i start this paragrah. i don’t really know what i’m writing about but this is an example, and i know that this is probably going to look really, really ugly on the screen but here we go oh the things i do for explaining fic i already know that this has gone long enough but who is to stop me you know? wait no i haven’t made any spelling errors yet to prove my point so okay let me think of a common spelling error i can’t think of any right now but hm let’s see i will causally say that i have made a spelling error. oh look! i have made a spelling error (well, not a spelling error, more like a mix-up of words) because you can tell that instead of writing casually which would be more correct i wrote causally and those two are very different things. but there are other spelling errors that can sometimes be a turn-off for readers like when they notice that the k in kenobi isn’t capitilized and once or twice that’s all fine and most people will overlook that, but if you do that consistently then most people will be turned off and click into another fic and oh dear it seems that i am actually explaining things so i guess that means i should stop with this ugly paragraph and actually move forward. “move on!” i shout to myself now. (and just pretend that something like this continues for a good two or three pages.)

do you see how ugly that is? it’s an eye-strain to most people when they read, and you can write the most beautiful fic in the world, but if the formatting and the spelling is off, then most people will move to a different fic. (which is, again, unfortunate, especially for younger and newer writers, but! ‘tis a thing that comes with fic.) 

5. have fun! don’t get yourself caught up with appealing to the crowd. write what you want to write first and foremost, because at the end of the day, it’s you who’s putting in the work and the effort to craft a story, and if you’re about to invest your time and energy into anything in your free time, then it should be something that brings you at least some joy and comfort. so go on and write, and keep writing if you enjoy it! no one can take that away from you. 

hope that all helps!! 

#answered #asdfdsf sorry for the essay but!!! i hope that was somewhat helpful!! #writing tips

[yibo-wang]

hiii, has someone tagged you in the Choice tag yet? I'm too shy to actually tag you myself, but if you want to do it, maybe consider this ask a tag? :) and if you don't wanna, just ignore this ask! you don't have to respond! have a nice day either way~

ahh hello bb! i just found out (via kareena) what this was actually, so thank you for tagging me! ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ I'm so touched by this <3 also please don't be shy im extremely unthreatening sjhdsk

In light of the comeback, let’s have some fun together. I thought this was a great way to get to know each other a bit better! ^8^

tagging: @dulcitoecoco @nyx4 @purplexedhuman @byeonqkwan @byeonggkwan (if you want to 💛 no pressure)

Rules: Answer the questions (if you want to skip one, feel free to do that too of course!). Tag 3 people (or more or less, you choose really). Tag your post with #CHOICE_tag so we can find each others’ posts! Have fun!!

1. Introduce yourself. You choose how much and how little!

Hi hello! (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b I'm aamna, 21 yr old human disaster lmao. I'm currently a university student, so usually i'm pretty busy with that. the rest of the time i just spend making gifs of stuff that i like or watching dramas.

2. How and when did you become a CHOICE?

i'm a really new choice, i started at the end of feb this year. i got to know who they were mainly because of kareena and pooja posting pictures of them in the mdzsnet discord 😂 im gonna be honest initially it was me just finding jun attractive (pooja has proof of the start of my thirsting lmao) but then i heard donghun, jun and chan's cover of someone you loved and it was so incredible, their voices and the harmonization so i listened to more of their covers before I got sucked in and listened to all their albums in one go sjfjf and here I am four months later with only having a.c.e on repeat al day hahaha.

3. What is your favourite part of being a CHOICE?

Being able to see and hear how amazing ace is. Getting to experience how loving the fandom is. Also the last two weeks?? This is my first comeback and maybe it's because idk much about comebacks in general but I dont think other groups spoil their fans so much. All the photoshoots!! And just generally too, ace gives us so much content, whether it's song covers or almost daily selfies and vlives. I love it!

4. What is your favourite A.C.E song? Do you prefer their title tracks or b-sides more?

Oh this is hard because it's hard choice between undercover and goblin. So I'll just go with both of them. The highnotes and the rap it's so nice I keep on singing them especially undercover, even though I barely know the lyrics 😂 they're extremely catchy.

5. Who’s your bias? What do you like about them?

It's Jun and Chan because right from the first cover I watched, my brain was like himmm—no himmm and it hasnt stopped since.

6. What is your favourite thing about A.C.E?

What's not my favourite thing? They're so funny and hot and talented and I'm only a simple human.

7. Which concept has been your favourite? What kind of concept do you want them to try?

Maybe I'm biased because I get to experience this one but also sirens, shipwrecks, lost princes, vampires they did it all!

8. Which A.C.E friendship is your favourite? Which one do you want to see more of?

wowkwan! they're so adorable and soft with eachother! I really love it. I still havent seen all of their bts videos but the way they understand eachother 🥺

Donghun and Channie! (more hyung and maknae please)

9. If you could tell A.C.E one thing, what would you tell them?

How much they mean to me despite the short amount of time since I've gotten to know them. That they bring me so much happiness and that because of them I became better friends with more people <3

10. Which A.C.E member would die first in a horror movie?

Hdjfjf yep kareena is right, it's definitely jun. He's just jfjfj yep yeah.

11. Leave a small message for your fellow CHOICE!

hello! I haven't really interacted much with choice here because i dont really know anyone but i would love to talk to more people here (especially you anon! ty again for the tag!). I'm pretty shy when it comes to sending asks so if you're better than me at that please come and say hi even if it's on anon.

Comeback pictures were intense, it's been an extremely busy two weeks! and I just know comeback itself will be amazing! And I cant wait for us all to experience it! 💛

#CHOICE_tag #💛💛💛 #this was so fun! #.