#heres the secret her name is jane jane

[everyryuujisuguro]

#ryuuji suguro #ao no exorcist #ryuji suguro #blue exorcist #suguro ryuuji #cram school #bon suguro #manga ryuuji #suguro ryuji #chapter 9 #yamada #fun fact! #apparently 'yamada' is the japanese equivalent of naming someone john/jane doe #Shura over here putting all the effort into her secret identity #lol

[leupagus]

Guys I Might Have Three Nickels

I've been watching "Agatha Christie's Marple" for the past few days and it's pretty good! Marple adaptations all tend to have a better caliber of actors than a lot of bog-standard mystery shows (looking at you, "Madame Blanc"), and while Joan Hickson's Marple is right up there with David Suchet's Poirot and Jeremy Brett's Holmes as "literally can never be beaten, these are the best anyone's done it," both Geraldine McEwan and Julia McKenzie do a fantastic job as Miss Marple.

Then I got to "The Secret of Chimneys," Season 5 episode 2

and guys

Guys

So there's a murder of a viscount, like there is, and this detective Finch rolls up and immediately spots Miss Marple (in her NIGHTIE! standing at the window like some kind of hussy, honestly Jane) and doffs his cap to her with that little smile that makes you go, "huh."

At this point I've watched a couple dozen Miss Marple episodes where she goes through detectives like wildfire and this guy's supposed to be a "*guru*" so I'm expecting some battle of the egos or something and like, Stephen Dillane is great! But bleh, I might have to skip this one.

Then my dude asks Miss Marple to SHOW HIM THE BODY, with a pleased little smile at her as she goes "uhhhhhhhh but my knitting?" (He even does that thing where you use someone's honorific and wait for them to give you their name, and that's when I was like "ohhh this bitch knows exactly who she is.") What follows is what I can only describe as a meet-cute in the secret passageway where the viscount was shot (and in fact the body is STILL THERE) and where Miss Marple literally asks the police equivalent of "is there a Mrs Finch" and he looks at her like this:

At which point I'm like "ohhh my dude not only knows who she is, he deliberately came here without a sergeant so he could draft her," and sure enough he just starts...handing her pieces of evidence like "hey babe can you decipher this note for me thanks love you" while Miss Marple is like, "this approval and camaraderie coming from a cop... not sure if want."

Next is a series of romantic strolls through the gardens while they discuss murder, during which Finch reveals his undying love I mean his research into Miss Marple and the "dozen case files" of her previous exploits that he's collected like some deranged fanboy. Miss Marple responds to this by BLUSHING LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL and stammering about how pish tosh it's nothing really, and I couldn't find a gif of it but he's staring at her like this:

Yeah I bet u r tempted

He also makes a half-hearted attempt at negging her "amateur sleuth" status, only to then immediately assure her that he makes like, so much money being a big fancy detective and can keep her in all the yarn and garden seed she could ever desire.

There's also a late-night tryst at the compost pile right after Finch has been (mildly) poisoned and Miss Marple is like "men are so weak" as she roots through the garbage for clues.

Not how he wanted their first date to go D:

The next morning there's another murder which: bummer, but also allows the two of them to read love letters together and for Finch to give Miss Marple the following look as she explains how secret assignations among lovers can "quicken the ardor":

Miss Marple then goes onto solve the murders and btw hands over the priceless diamond that's been literally missing for two literal decades that she found in her spare time. The entire scene features Finch looking at her like this:

After the dust settles, Finch and Miss Marple have a lovely moment where he calls himself "another one of your casualties," then super casually mentions that he's probably going to have to go on assignment to use the diamond in a daring international espionage case and I can't decide if he's asking Miss Marple to go with him or simply trying to show her that he is cool and smart and would make an excellent wife, but either way the episode ends with her turning him down and Jane, we need to talk about your priorities.

Anyway I've already written 2K about the subsequent 10-year epistolary romance these two have following this episode because I make poor choices.

#agatha christie's marple #miss marple #julia mckenzie #stephen dillane #special thanks to introvertedpedant for their exceptional gifs #anyway yeah I fully did the 'haha what if I jokingly shipped them' and then 30 minutes later was like 'oh no' #miss marple rhymes with parple #seriously though what's the explanation for these choice #other than dillane reading through the script and saying to mckenzie #'ok so I'm gonna play him like SO SO down bad for you is that cool' #and mckenzie saying 'you jump I jump jack'

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Pour Some Sugar On Me

(Older!Alpha Eddie x Omega!Reader)

Summary: It’s been four months since you’ve been mated to Eddie in secret. When he takes you to “Lovers Lake” for a picnic and tells you he’s never hooked up there, it’s only right that you remedy that. WK: 1.8K

Warnings: General Omegaverse behaviors, scenting, knotting, biting, unprotected sex, outside sex, pet names, a whole lotta gushy mushy fluff. No physical descriptions of reader besides her outfit but she does have the nickname “sugar” 18+MNDI!

A/N: SURPISEEE SHAWTY!! I know it’s been a minute since I posted a ST fic but I randomly got the spark to write this today! This is set in the middle of Everlasting Sweeheart before Sugar’s dad finds out about them. Older!Eddie edit is by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple.

You’ve been seeing Eddie in secret for about four months now and it couldn’t be more perfect. Aside from the fact that it was a secret. It was hard, having to hide your mate from everyone in your life. The only person you’ve told is your childhood best friend but she lives states away. A few of your employees asked about your mark and you brushed them off, not wanting to go into details. You haven’t seen your dad since that day at the shop, the day you realized that Eddie worked for him. You missed him, and you hate sneaking around behind his back. Even though it was your idea to wait, you were ready to tell him. But your mate? He wasn’t quite there yet. So you decided not to push him for now and to just enjoy your little bubble.

Today Eddie has something “special” planned for the two of you but refuses to tell you where you’re going. He does this with every date, plans something elaborate or something as simple as a movie night at home. But it was always romantic. He put a lot of thought into these dates and it made sneaking around infinitely easier on you. On those days, it feels everything and everyone but you and Eddie cease to exist.

“Alright sugar pie, you ready?” Eddie yells down the hall, you made him leave the room so you could get ready because you had a little surprise of your own. He didn’t tell you where you were going, but he at least told you that you were riding on his bike and not in one of his cars. So you’d know what to wear. And it just so happened you had the perfect outfit.

Thus far he's only seen your softer side, your little mini dresses and Mary Jane’s with ribbons tied in your hair. Which was great for when you worked at the bakery, comfy shoes, easy movement, kept your hair out of your face. But there’s a whole other side to you he has yet to discover. You were raised by a biker, after all. You look at yourself in the mirror and smirk. You had even styled your hair differently and your make up was darker than your everyday look. Eddie was going to shit.

“Yeah baby, I’m ready.” You exit the room and Eddie’s jaw literally drops and his keys that were dangling from his fingers fall to the ground.

“Sugar… you look…” his eyes roam your figure, drinking in every inch, every detail. The glossy leather of your thigh high platform boots. The little black ripped jean shorts. The tiny little white tank top. And last but not least? You’re wearing a fucking leather battle jacket. “Wow. You look so fucking sexy. Did you get new clothes?”

“Nah. This is stuff I’ve had forever. I actually started this jacket back in highschool and have gradually added to or changed it. I feel like you’re forgetting who my dad is, Eddie bear. Have you ever looked in my closet? There’s more to me than you think.” You approach him, running your cherry red fingernail along his jaw, causing him to shiver under your touch.

“You’re telling me my little sugar girl has a bad ass rocker side I don’t even know about?” He grips your hips in his large ringed hands, pulling your body taunt against his.

“Guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out.” You pull back, shooting him a wink. “You ready to go or are you gonna stand here and ogle me all night?”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna ogle you alright… but, I’m ready to go.” He gives your butt a little pat before leaning down to pick up his keys. “Come on, get your sexy ass out the door.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going. You don’t have to be pushy.” You tease, giggling as you connect his lips to yours.

Eddie drove his bike to the edge of town, turning down a dirt road and stopping when he reached the lake he apparently nicknamed “lovers lake”. He had a whole picnic packed tightly in the seat compartment of his motorcycle with all your favorite foods and treats. He even brought little candles and wine.

“This is nice Eddie, it’s really pretty here.” Your head is resting on his shoulder and you smile up at him sweetly.

“Yeah? I’m glad baby. Used to come out here in highschool in my van. Open up the back and just smoke and think, enjoy the silence. Figured it would be nice.” He smooths a hand over your hair before cupping your cheek, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“All by yourself? You didn’t bring any girls out here? That’s why they call it lovers lake, right?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him playfully.

“Ha! No, definitely didn’t bring any girls out here. Teenage Eddie wasn’t very popular with the ladies.”

“Hmm… that’s too bad, seems like a nice place to get your guts rearranged by a hot metal head, if you ask me.” You rest a hand on his chest, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

That’s how you ended up where you are now, bent over Eddie’s bike, your shorts discarded on the ground somewhere, panties pushed to the side and his tongue buried as deep inside you as possible. He insisted you keep the boots and the jacket on because it was “really doing it for him”.

“Fuck baby, you always taste so sweet.” Eddie mumbles against your core, the vibrations causing you to moan out. His skilled tongue pushes you closer to the edge with each passing second. He leans down to take your clit between his lips as his thick digits circle your entrance. He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right so they brush against your sweet spot with each stroke. It has you seeing stars, your pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers he feels like they’re going to get pushed out.

“Oh my god! Fuck, Eddie! Feels so fucking good, you always make me cum so good. Want your cock.”

“Don’t worry sugar, I’m not fucking done with you yet.” You hear the sound of his belt, followed by his zipper. He pushes his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, taking it in his hand and running it through your slick folds. “How bad do you want it?”

“So bad alpha, want your knot.” You whimper as you push back against him. He pushes into you in one breath taking thrust.

“Ah fuck, you’re always so god damn tight.” Eddie pushes his hips flush against yours, his tip brushing against your sweet spot. His hands grip onto your ass, the cool night air making his rings cold against your skin. He squeezes the flesh of your cheeks while he starts to rock into you slow and deep, teasing you.

“Eddie, faster, please, go faster.” You bounce back against him, your ass jiggling deliciously in his tattooed hands.

“Yeah? My pretty girl wants it faster?” He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside you, the sound of his hips clapping against your ass echoing through the trees. He starts to fuck into you hard and fast, your upper half resting against the plush bike seat and the tips of your boot clad feet are the only thing touching the ground.

“Mmm alpha, I need your cum. Need your knot. You make me feel so fucking full.”

Eddie leans forward, his chest pressing against your back, making his cock thrust even deeper inside you. One of his hands snakes around you to rub your clit while he brings his lips to your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses along the expanse of your throat. He shoves his nose into your scent gland and inhales, your sugary sweet scent sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You smell so fucking good omega. My omega. My sweet girl.” He nips at the skin of your neck before biting down, latching his teeth to your skin. It’s all too much. It all feels too good. The speed of the circles on your clit increases and that’s all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge.

“Ohmygod! Eddieeee, mmm fuck.” He fucks you through it before leaning up off of you to chase his own high.

“This pussy’s so fucking good. Tastes so sweet. Sucks me in so good. So tight. Fucking made for me.” His eyes don’t know where to settle, his thick cock disappearing into your creamy walls over and over again. The way your back is curved from how you’re bent over his bike. The way those fucking boots hug the top of your thighs.

“Give your cum alpha, fuck a pup into me.”

“Oh god.” His hips slap hard against yours a few more times before he’s pushing them flush against your ass, filling you with ropes of his cum. His knot starts to swell inside you and he goes to pull out so you aren’t stuck in this awkward position until it goes down but you just hook your leg around his, keeping him in place.

“No, I want your knot, Eddie. I’ll stay like this all night just to have it.”

“Jesus Christ.” You let out a little whimper that turns into a loud moan as his knot pops inside you. The feeling sending you into another mind blowing orgasm. Eddie leans his chest down against you again so he can leave loving little pecks against your cheek and rub his nose against your throat.

“That was so fucking hot.” You giggle, reaching behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah, it was, but now we’re stuck like this. So I’m gonna need you to stop laughing or we are going to be stuck here all night.” Eddie chuckles as he leans into your touch.

“Just fall back on your ass, it’ll be fine.”

He leans up, gripping your hips as he lets his ass fall back onto the ground. He lands with you on top of his lap with a gentle thud.

“Guess this isn’t so bad.” Eddie cups your cheek, turning your head to the side so he can connect your lips in a passionate kiss. No matter how many times he kisses you like this you think it’ll still make a bomb filled with butterflies go off in your stomach.

“So… how was your first lovers lake hookup?”

“World altering. Wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone else. I love you, sugar.”

“I love you too Eddie, so much.” You giggle fondly, taking his face in your hand.

“You’ve seriously gotta stop with that cute ass giggling or I’m just gonna have to fuck you again.”

“Maybe that’s what I want?” You raise a challenging eyebrow at him, a smirk spread across your lips.

“Ohhh you’re in for it now.” He grabs your hips, manhandling you onto your hands and knees with his knot still inside you. “I can stay here all night.”

Taglist: @eddiesxangel @bimbobaggins69 @fairymunson @artistwhodoesntpost @witchyhippysstuff @djoseph-quinn @freak-of-hawkins

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #Dolly writes #alpha!eddie munson #alpha!eddie #alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader #older!eddie munson #older!eddie x reader #everlasting sweetheart #eddie munson x reader smut #older!eddie smut

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 37

When Mel was 18 months old, she accidentally caused her older sister Anabel to fall down the stairs, which ended up killing her. Mel repressed the memories of her sister's death, and her parents decided to keep Anabel a secret from her. (Novel: Spiral Scratch)

When Leela eventually died, she was reborn as a girl named Emily. (Audio: The Child)

The Seventh Doctor visited Ace when she was a baby to apologize for many of the manipulations he would one day put her through (and that he would continue to put her through) because he thought it was easier talking to a baby than a teenager. He stole a baby picture of Ace and replaced it with a playing card while he was there. (Short story: Ace of Hearts)

Oliver Harper joined the First Doctor and Steven on the TARDIS because he was running from the police, who were chasing him because he had been outed as homosexual. (Audio: The Perpetual Bond)

Martha Jones met the Thirteenth Doctor while she and the Tenth Doctor were stranded in the 1960s after being attacked by the Weeping Angels. (Comic: A Little Help from My Friends)

The Fifth Doctor can go between referring to the TARDIS as "old girl" and as "flying deathtrap" incredibly quickly. (Audio: Zaltys)

Dodo Chaplet's funeral was attended by only two people: James Stevens and the Doctor. Her entire life after leaving the TARDIS was a shitshow and became dark enough that I will not elaborate here. Feel free to do some digging, but it is not for the faint of heart. (Novel: Who Killed Kennedy)

However, there are other accounts of Dodo's post-TARDIS days that do not end as terribly for her!!!! :D

The Doctor's frequent trips in a damaged TARDIS during the 1970s and 80s disrupted Earth's timeline to such a great extent that the two decades folded in on each other, making 20 years worth of events happen in 10. This is how the UNIT Dating Controversy was addressed. (Short story: The Enfolded Time)

The Brigadier once bullied the Third Doctor into getting his metabolism checked over because he didn't believe the Doctor would be safe in Bessie or the Whomobile. While this was all happening, Sarah Jane helped foil a Dalek plot. (Audio: Glorious Goodwood)

Adric does not speak English. He hears Alzarian through the TARDIS translation circuits. (Audio: Zaltys)

Ace has a younger brother named Liam but didn't remember he existed for a long while because their father took him when their parents separated. (Audio: The Rapture)

While on a school trip to the Natural History Museum, Ryan and Yaz helped the Second Doctor fight Myriapods, which are insect like in nature. (Short story: The Myriapod Mutiny)

For a while, the Tenth Doctor traveled with Heather McCrimmon, descendant of Jamie McCrimmon. (Comic: The Chromosomal Connection, et al...she's in a lot of comics)

Rory Williams became Caesar of Rome as an Auton after the death of the Empress Augusta. (Audio: The Unwilling Assassin)

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[ifyoucandaniel]

i know we all love our jason “reads classical literature and makes obscure literature references” todd, and usually damian is the other reader in the family and they either bond over their love for classical literature or try to kill each other. however i would like to take this a step further and say that EVERYone in the batfam are big readers. i come from a big family and all of us read in some way or another so here are my headcanons for the bats:

jason, as we know and love, is a massive classic literature buff. pride and prejudice, the brontë sisters, the iliad (he swears achilles and Patroclus are the greatest love story of all time), etc. he IS pretentious and everyone groans when classic literature is brought up in any debatable capacity. however his all time favorite book is the princess bride and he would die for buttercup. when the whole family starts watching jujutsu kaisen, jason reads the manga just so he can spoil things for damian that never actually happen. the day a new episode comes out jason tells damian panda was actually a spy and kills megumi. damian tries to kill him with his cereal spoon

while damian was with the league talia made sure he was sufficiently educated in classic literature in all their original languages, and he doesn’t mind a good classic. however i think he actually reads a lot of manga and children's classics. he read where the red fern grows and old yeller and cried, but he won’t ever admit it. he loves shonen and shojo manga, he really likes naruto and attack on titan (i can’t really decide what i think he’d like actually)

Dick is a smut slut girly!! he is in a bookclub with babs and steph where they read the sluttiest books to ever make it through publishing. He read ACOTAR and was constantly facetiming babs to rant. they're currently reading haunting adaline. Bruce once asked what the big deal was when the girls were talking to dick about fouth wing in the kitchen and they all looked at him with such offended expressions he never asked again

tim is also a pretentious fucker, but he reads dark academia. he will ride or die for Donna Tarte, his copy of the secret history is always on the desk by the batcomputer and he takes if we were villians on patrol with him. jason fucking hates his books and they're always fighting on who's taste in books is better. jason actually really loved a little life a cried seven times while reading it, but he would rather die than concede

steph is an AO3 girly!! she's part of the slut bookclub with dick and babs, but at heart she's an ao3 girly. she's also written her fair share of bruce wayne x batman fanfics. she once read a superbat fanfiction out loud to the boys and dick was absolutely enthralled, duke was morbidly facinated, damian had never been more disgusted in his life, and jason laughed so hard he almost threw up

duke reads a lot of comics (spiderman is his favorite because i say so and the MCU is their comic world), and he likes X-men and wolverine. he also really likes high fantasy and has read every book brandon sanderson has ever written

Cass like romance novels and ya books. damian acknowledges her taste in books after she defends his stance on harry potter and percy jackson being classics when jason tries to argue that they don't belong in the same category as his books. she read the cruel prince and convinced bruce to get her a snake she named percy. she reads books damian recommends and he would never actually say it out loud, but he secretly loves sharing his books with her and feels a lot closer to her because of her willingness to read what he recommends

bruce isn't typically a reader (he's too busy serving justice and kicking ass) but he will read books that his kids ask him to. he read the entire wheel of time series with duke and would go on patrols with him after just to talk about it. he read the golden compass to dick when he first took him in, and he read all of jane austen's books after jason told him he must be illiterate if he'd never picked up a classic

now what about alfred...

i dont have time to do everyone else and this is super rushed, but I just couldn't stop thinking about dick and babs having a little book club and reading the sluttiest books ever

#batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #barbra gordon #bruce wayne #duke thomas #batman #batfam headcanons #alfred pennyworth #i feel like i definately could have done more with this but this is just off the top of my head #i feel like i messed up a few of them but you get my point #theyr readers and theyre all besties

[astyrial]

a little fate ps4!peter parker x gn!reader (meeting) synopsis: blind date mishaps word count: 708 warnings: none masterlist | requests are open

    "mary jane watson, i can't believe you set me up on some blind date, at a nice restaurant, and the guy doesn't even show up!" you whisper-yell into your phone as you sit in the corner of queens' best restaurant. 

  she laughs a little through the phone; as though she didn't set you up on an entirely embarrassing date. mary jane always exaggerated this 'friend' of hers that is just 'the nicest guy'. that the two had been friends since high school and that you would be absolutely perfect for him. what she forgot to mention was that he's a flake.

  "i'm sorry! i'm sure he's just running late, he has a very busy job tutoring some kids," mary jane pauses a little as she tries to explain what he does.

  you roll your eyes, letting out a breath to relax yourself, "tutoring kids to not show up on blind dates and immediately embarrass them? like it's been thirty minutes, he's lucky i even stayed this long."

  when you realize what time it is, you quickly get up, because you're definitely not staying longer than thirty minutes. "by the way, this is the sound of me getting out of my chair and leaving-" you start, walking towards the front of the restaurant.

  despite mary jane's concerns in your ear, you exit the front door of the restaurant. to your already heavy dismay, you bump into someone and immediately drop your phone and wallet. the guy quickly apologizes and picks it up for you. 

  "i'm so sorry, i'm late for a date, and i was not watching where i was going," he stands with one knee on the ground and his hand holding your items up. 

  the scene looked a little more romantic that the man had intended, a couple of people already gathering as you grab your phone from his hand. you look around to see the small crowd of people and purse your lips. your eyes look at him and then up at the people. as if this secret language you made up on the spot was gonna get him to stand up.

  "it's okay.. but maybe you should-" you hang up the phone and stick it into your back pocket, "get up, i'm sure your date wouldn't want you kneeling in front of another person.."

  his eyes widen to an extreme amount and he slowly gets up, turning around to the ground, "sorry everyone, she just dropped her things! nothing to see here folks!"

  you close your eyes for a second and hope that maybe this'll be forgotten by everyone that very minute. when you open your eyes, he's turned back around with an apologetic smile on his face. maybe, if he wasn't on a date with someone else, you'd say he's pretty cute.

  "uh sorry for that..." he stops as if he's waiting for you to give your name, his eyebrows raised.

  you shrug, acting like it didn't affect you one bit, "it's y/n, and it's the most exciting thing that's happened this evening so it's okay."

  his eyes widen once more and he pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. you look away for a second, wondering what he could possibly be doing that for. maybe he knows you? knows of you? 

  "you're y/n? i'm so sorry, i'm peter. i'm the friend of mary jane who is very late and also very sorry," peter's shoulders drop as soon as he sees your eyes widen just as wide as his.

  you roll your eyes and shake your head. sure the guy's cute, but he left you waiting for thirty minutes and left you stranded. and just because some ironic and slightly adorable meet cute occurred doesn't mean you were necessarily staying around to chat. 

  "please give me a chance, we can go somewhere else and i'll tell you the very legitimate reason as to why i'm late."

  the please does help a little, you think to yourself, and his nice jaw. with a quick thought of whether or not this is an awful idea, you look back at the restaurant and then back to him. "fine, but this just because of mary jane's glowing review of you."

#spiderman #spiderman x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel fanfic #ps4 spiderman #ps5 spiderman #insomniac spider man #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x gn!reader

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 1.3

Okay can anyone explain the “false hotel registration” thing to me? Does it mean they registered under a false name? So Paul registered under a false name so he could go fuck a girl in his room without getting in trouble with the press? I'm confused. Didn't they bring girls to their rooms all the time without getting in trouble? It doesn't make sense. Why did he feel the need to register under a different name?

Paul, talking about American conservatism, “So many organizations over here that are nuts anyway.” John, “Yeah, they're so far right they just–” tape ends. They really were brave, though. To say what they thought and risk losing what they'd only just got. I wonder who cut the recording. 

Journalist: Paul, are you planning to marry Jane Asher? John: scream ‘no.’ Go on. Lol John certainly says what he feels doesn't he?

Paul making fun of the racist question. Good job bud. 

The whole “Yesterday” thing is crazy. Like, what a feat, first of all. I think we forget how unbelievably successful the song was.

Second of all, I know John's reaction was childish and mean, but his feelings were valid if you just look at the treatment and reception of “Ticket to Ride”  (John's dead mum song). Like objectively yesterday is a better song, but still.

Oh, John. Poor thing. 

If “Girl” is secretly about Paul . . . yeesh. It's so obsessive and adoring and simultaneously so disappointed and disparaging. John always has such impossible standards for Paul. “She promises the earth to me and I believe her, after all this time I don't know why.” Um… maybe because he literally did give you the world? At so many points I find myself asking, “what more could Paul possibly have given John?”

People always take this quote as a sexuality thing, but couldn't it also be a conscience thing? Revulsion at taking advantage of the fact that all these women are fans? At the scale of his infidelity? I don't know, am I giving him too much credit?

The thing about Paul, John – and though it drives you insane, it's a big factor in why you love him -- is he's not going to be bullied into anything. If he decides to take LSD it's going to be on his own terms. And I know you think it'll bring you two closer, and you're right, but peer pressure just doesn't work on him. There's no point. You know that.

I LOVE Paul and the Indica. Designing the wrapping paper in secret up in his little attic room, covering over the shop windows so he can do his handyman work building shelves and painting in peace. It's Linda's Paul pre Linda, you know?

John is so good at PR as in making something sound as beautiful and important and powerful as possible. Which is something Paul absolutely relied on John to do and clearly could not do on his own after the break up. Look how John makes them almost into prophets here.

"I really wanted to live in London but I wouldn't risk it." Another thing to make John envious of Paul and resentful of Cynthia. I really wish those two had just never got married. 

“I don't object to people having a lot of money, I never did. But I do object to people being stony broke and starving.” RIP John, you would've loved the American “left” of today. But you can't have the former without the latter, sorry.

This picture always gets me. It's ridiculous. Pattie and George. Mo and Ringo. John and Paul. With Cynthia awkwardly by herself. It's funny. It's adorable. It's crushing. And with that quote? It's impossible.

I think Tara Browne is overlooked. Paul brought him home for Christmas. That's a big deal. And John hated him enough to laugh when he read about his death. That's also a big deal. Paul and his messed up social climbing obsession. I do think it's worth pointing out, though, the difference between Paul’s LSD trip with Tara and his trip with John. More on that later.

I really do think they were all staunchly anti-racist for their time, you know, besides John's racist jokes and drawings… but Paul particularly. And I have to wonder where that came from. Did he have empathy for people being judged on appearance and background? Was it partially due to his idolization of black artists? Did Little Richard maybe say something to him about racism in America? Anyone have any thoughts?

Actually, same, John. 

Okay and I have to share my hot take on the whole Jesus scandal. It's this: the American right doesn't actually care about Jesus. They care about protecting their hegemony. They didn't like that the Beatles were openly and stubbornly integrationist. They didn't like Paul's comment about their inhumane racism. But they couldn't openly counter that without showing their hand. So they used the Jesus comment as an excuse. If they play the religious persecution card, they get to paint themselves as the victims and therefore the good guys while they take down anyone who challenges the status quo that keeps them in money and power (aka the Beatles). 

Maybe I should've had a “poor baby” tally because the number of times I've said that about John in these comments has got to be tally-worthy. I would've driven around in a gorilla suit with you, honey!

It is actually amazing that there hasn't been more speculation on Paul's sexuality with all these serious boyfriends. 

Paul tells a story about a time he flew a plane, and how much better he liked it than being a passenger. First off. Imagine being a pilot and just being like “oh, you've never touched a joystick in your life, but you're Paul McCartney? Sure, go ahead. Fly the plane.” But also. His control issues and his confidence are both off unreal. No one in their right mind would feel more safe flying a plane – as someone with a complete lack of experience – than when a licensed pilot is flying it. 

Okay I literally JUST learned that Here There and Everywhere says, “how good it can be” not could. Can. And it's one of those in my "for sure this was about John" folder. Okay then. Wow.

The thing is they really did compliment each other's songs a lot more than modern Paul makes it seem like. So I wonder what it was about the “Here There and Everywhere” compliment that made it so special to Paul?

This footage where John is hiding behind McCharmley. I love protective Paul and how different he is to protective John and how much they needed each other. 

Hall of Fame quote: “what composer do you respect the most?” “I dunno really. John Lennon.” “Paul McCartney.”

#Sorry this one got pretty political hopefully everyone survived #paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

[sweetenerobert]

“mommy, where’s santa?”

3.1k / modern!dave york x dad!male reader

summary: molly questions where santa is and carol can’t seem to give a clear answer as she wonders where her husband ran off to

warnings: strong language, cheating (established secret relationship), dirty talk, unprotected p in a, dave can’t keep his hands away from you, choking, spanking, sex in a closet, slight bondage, pet names (baby, angel) marking kink, creampie, no use of m/n or y/n, let me know if I missed anything! (not proofread)

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a/n: i could’ve wrote something with joel, but i chose dave because im a ✨indecisive mess✨ also, MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Kids were running around, laughing, eating, and talking about what they wanted for Christmas with their friends while drinking hot chocolate. Christmas music was playing throughout the speakers of the venue where the event was set.

The smell of peppermint and cinnamon flew through the air, bringing the mood for Christmas to an all-time high.

But there was one big problem. Santa was nowhere to be found. Kids were asking their parents left and right, and parents were getting annoyed at Carol, knowing that Dave was supposed to dress up as Santa. The sudden situation made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Goosebumps riddled her body as she saw Molly walk up to ask her an all-too-familiar question everyone else was asking her. “Mommy, where’s Santa?”

Carol gets down to her daughter's level. “Santa’s just running a little late.”

Molly's eyes trail down to her hands as she plays with her fingertips; the little girl starts balancing her toes through her Mary Jane Doc Martens. "But, you said Santa's never late; that's how he makes it to so many houses on time," Molly spoke, hiding the sadness in her voice.

Carol huffs a smile, noticing how smart her daughter and strokes her daughter's face, pushing a stranded piece of hair behind her ear in her best attempts to calm her daughter. "There's always a first time for everything, but baby, I promise Santa will be here for you — for everyone, and he'll get whatever you ask him."

"He will?" Molly smiled, glancing back at her mom.

Carol smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, he will."" Molly quickly wrapped her arms around her mom's neck while Carol wrapped her arms around Molly's small frame. As Carol backed up from the embrace, she saw a smile from her daughter that could light up an entire room. “Now, did you get a candy cane for Alice?”

“No, not yet,” Molly smiled.

“Well,” Carol smiled. “Let’s get your sister one, and we’ll wait for Santa together. Sound fun?”

Molly didn't answer. She just nodded and giggled at her mother. As Carol stood up, Molly started to run off to the table that lay candy canes, her smile beaming ear to ear. Carol hits Dave’s contact, trying to find where her husband is. “C’mon, Dave. Pick up the phone,” She grumbles, bringing the phone to her ear.

Your back clashes against a rickety shelf, making objects fall next to the two passionate, — hungry people’s lips melting together. Dave’s leathered-covered hands were melted on your waist, while yours were in his hair, passing your nails through his locks like sand. Hearing a phone vibrate in the distance, choosing to ignore it.

Dave had discarded the itchy fake beard on the closet floor to get better access to your lips, and the red jacket’s buttons hadn't been closed — practically ripped open by you.

Dave’s lips began attacking your jaw, his lips biting the skin on your neck. You hiss a moan as Dave sucks your neck like a vampire. His hands travel down to palm your ass, a tight grip makes you yelp softly, a sly chuckle escaping Dave's lips.

“Fuck, I can tell Santa is getting antsy.”

“You don't know how bad I’ve been waiting to do this, to mark your skin, to taste you,” Dave growls into your skin, sending goosebumps all over your neck.

Dave’s mouth was hot on your neck, his lips sucking and biting against your soft skin, making you grip his short hair in retaliation. Your pants bounce all over the small area in the closet.

Taking your hands off Dave’s cranium, you slip them underneath his red jacket. You were pushing your hands up in an attempt to get the coat off. Dave, in one motion — mouth still latched onto your neck, takes the jacket and throws it on the ground, revealing the grey tank top underneath.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, you taste like fuckin’ heaven.”

Your nails latch onto Dave’s shoulder as he forcefully places his lips onto yours. Dave brings his hands up from your ass to your neck, lightly choking you. As the kissing was passionate, Dave’s grip under your neck was intoxicating; you wanted more of him.

“Fuck Dave, I want you so fucking bad,” You breathed.

“So fucking needy, I don't want to put you on the naughty list, right?”

“I’m already at the fucking top, written in red,” You state, trailing your hand from Dave’s shoulder to his cock. Dave hisses his teeth at your sudden action.

“Naughty boy, I should teach you a lesson on how to be good,” Dave retorted.

“What do you have in mind?” You smirked.

Dave takes his mouth off yours and brings himself close to your ear. “Turn the hell around and wait for me.” Dave lets go of the grip around your throat; you take a deep breath, trying to get oxygen back in your body.

You turn around, placing your hands on a shelf near your head. You heard shuffling come from behind, but you didn’t turn around, you just waited — almost eagerly for what Dave was going to do.

Licking your teeth, you were met by Dave’s body colliding against yours, feeling his length against your ass. “You feel what you’re doing to me, baby. I can't get enough of you.”

Dave takes your hands off the shelf you were grasping and places them behind you. Dave had taken the belt of the Santa jacket and wrapped the leather belt around your hands, the large strap keeping your hands tied behind your back.

Dave slips his hands onto your pants, unbuttons your jeans, and slips your underwear and jeans down to your ankles. You feel Dave press himself through the soft material feeling his covered length against your ass.

“I swear, you have the best ass,” Dave starts, smacking his hand against your ass. You hiss in pleasure. “In the whole fuckin’ world.” You hear a grunt escape Dave’s lips, suggesting that he’s in a rush to take off the pants he was forced to wear.

You could feel his cock press up against your ass, but you felt it back up from you. You hear Dave spit, and you don't think anything from it until you feel the tip of Dave’s cock slowly slide in. You suck in a deep breath.

"Damn it, I can never get enough of you," Dave growled.

You could feel Dave's cock stretch you out, slowly, painfully enjoying every inch inside you. Dave’s hips had a mind of their own as his thrust started slow, but his thighs clapped against your ass.

Dave's slow thrusts became more and more intense, but you loved every second of it. With each clap, your moans kept escaping your lips, and Dave’s cock slipped out of you as you moved forward.

“Are you trying to run, baby?”

“Too intense, sorry, Davie,” You breathed.

A hard smack against your ass makes you yelp in pain as you feel a harsh tug on your wrist. Your arms being attached to you — your back collided with Dave’s firm chest.

“You’re going to take every inch of my dick, I’m going to mark my handprint on that sweet ass of yours, and I need you to never call me Davie again, understand,” Dave commanded.

You nod. Immediately, Dave lets go of the tight grip on the belt and places his palm on your back. He was leaning you back down on the shelf, having the perfect arch for your ass to poke out.

Dave adjusts himself — sliding his cock inside you, but he doesn't go slow. His thrusts were fast, and you didn't care if anyone heard the claps or moans that escaped your lips.

Dave had gripped his hands on the belt tightly, making the leather rub against your skin, and he was enjoying the sounds escaping your lips. Dave was enjoying that his cock was making you moan, whimper and beg for him.

"Baby, those sounds, make my cock twitch like crazy," Dave growled.

“I love your cock so much, Dave. God. It's so fucking amazing.”

“That's it, beg for me, angel,” Dave grunted, smacking your ass.”

With Dave’s firm hand, making contact with your bare ass, you moan as a reflex. Another smack came across your ass, another, and another, and another. You became a moaning bullhorn — bearing your teeth, you lay your forehead on the shelf as you feel each thrust rock the shelf.

"Baby, I'm so fuckin" close.”

Dave’s thrusts had become more animalistic, hot, and intense. It was reminiscent of the other times you were like this. The stress disappeared the second you saw each other, just two dads helping each other. You loved this; this moment was something you always yearned for whenever you needed a stress reliever.

You hear growls escape Dave’s lips; you guess he was bearing his teeth as he was ready to shoot his cum deep inside you. "Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum. I’m going to get you pregnant,” Dave exclaimed, bearing his teeth. As Dave's hips keep going back and forth into you, looking into your eyes, his cum shoots inside you; Dave steadies himself inches away from your neck.

But Dave’s hips don't stop; they keep going — pushing his cum deeper inside you, some slowly leaking out. You don't question it, but enjoy the moment. “Baby. I can feel your hole wrap around me so tight, I can tell you’re about to cum.”

“We’re not going to stop until you cum for me.”

Dave lets go of his hold on the belt and then melts his hands on your waist.

For some reason, you could feel your cum start to build up from your shaft and almost to the tip of your cock. This feeling has never happened to you before, and this was a different experience than anything you could imagine when you were having sex with Dave.

“Dave, I’m gonna cum; this feels so different; it's so fuckin’ good.”

“That’s right, cum for me, baby.”

You shut your eyes, bearing your teeth, exclaiming as you feel strings of cum escape the slit of your cock, bringing your head back, leaning your head on Dave’s shoulder in exhaustion.

You could feel Dave slip his cock out of you, your hole dripping with his cum. Slowly and softly, you felt the belt start to let go of your wrist.

The second the belt had let go of your skin, your arms retracted back to your sides, and you felt light kisses on your neck from Dave. “How was that, angel?”

You turn your neck and plant your lips onto Dave’s. “Amazing as always,” You smile.

You hear your ringtone go off in your pocket, earning a groan from Dave. “Ugh, and the real world has to come knocking.”

You ignore him as you bend to reach your phone in the crumbled pocket, earning a hiss from you, the pain in your ass settling in now. The hissing stopped as you stood up and held your phone. And saw that Carol was calling.

You snicker, seeing her contact on your phone. “How much do you want to bet that she’s calling me regarding where her husband is? Cause me and you are such close friends.”

Dave wraps his arm around your shoulder; beads of sweat glisten on his arm as it connects with your shoulder. His chin is resting on your other shoulder.

“Nothing, because I know that's why she’s calling you.”

You chuckle as you answer Carol’s call, Dave’s lips latching onto your neck as you bring your phone up to your free ear.

“Hey, Carol,” You did your best to sound enthusiastic.

“Hey, is Dave with you? I’ve been trying to call him, but he isn't answering his phone.”

“Yeah, I’m actually with him. He’s struggling with the costume, but I promise he’s almost ready,” You state, trying to get Dave’s lips off your neck as his teeth latched onto your neck.

You hear Carol’s breath of relief as you smirk. “Thank God, I was getting worried. Everyone was asking me where Santa is and I didn't know what to say—”

“Carol,” You chuckle. “Calm down, He’s almost done. We’ll be in, in a few minutes.” You feel Dave’s hand slide up under your shirt, playing with your nipple.

“Thanks, I’ll see you later. Once again, thank you for helping Dave with this; he hated the idea, but whatever you said really made him step up.”

It wasn't what you said, more of what you did to convince him. Your sore throat after that “conversation” was worth it.

“I’m glad he has a friend like you.”

“Anytime, Carol. Calm yourself down and wait for Dave and me,” You smiled.

“Okay, I will. Bye.”

“Bye,” You state as you hang the phone up, placing your phone on the shelf where you rested your head moments prior. “What happened?” Dave questioned.

“Everyone getting antsy on where the hell is Santa,” You retorted.

“He was too busy —kiss— fucking his little helper —kiss— in the closet.”

“We need to get going; we could only be in here for so long.”

Dave groans next to your ear, causing you to chuckle. “Can’t we just leave? Y’know, and fuck somemore, somewhere?”

“As tempting as that sounds — and I’m fighting restraint to say yes, we need to go out there. Come on, we can have some fun later,” You state as you pick up your pants.

Currently, you were looking for your belt that Dave threw off the second you both entered the closet. “Fuck, where’s my belt?” You grumble.

Dave fixes the wide leather belt on his red jacket. His pants were on; he had buttoned up the red coat and was ready to go. Dave needed the hat you ripped off his head and the beard he took off. But Dave couldn't help himself from staring at your ass as you were looking for your belt.

He was leaning on a nearby wall, watching you with crossed arms. “Y’know, the kids can wait, a couple more minutes. They’ll be fine.”

“Dave…” You started.

“Just imagine me, you, your face on the ground, my handprint, marking that sweet ass, hearing those amazing moans you love to make for me so much.”

“As much as I would love to do that. I need your help finding my belt before Carol kills us.”

Hearing Dave huff a breath in annoyance like a teenager, you can't help but smile and roll your eyes. “You’re no fun, and your belt is right by the door.”

Snapping your neck toward the door, you see your brown belt lying on the ground as if it were waiting to be found by you.

“W-what,” You sputter. “How long were you going to make me look?”

Dave shrugged his crossed arms. “I was just enjoying the view.”

Grabbing the belt, you stand up and push the belt through the loops of your jeans; buckling the belt together, you were ready to leave the small closet while Dave was gawking at you.

“You ready?” You question.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Dave starts to walk out, but you open your mouth to stop him. “Dave?”

“Yeah?” He questions.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Oh yeah, you’re right.” Dave States, walking towards you, grabbing your biceps, and planting his lips on your forehead, backing up from you with a smirk.

You start to chuckle, and Dave looks at you with confusion as you’re laughing at him. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re either a softie or a dumbass.”

“What?”

“I meant for you to grab your beard and hat,” You smile.

“Oh.”

You and Dave finally make your way out of the small storage closet, acting like nothing had happened moments ago, acting like you just walked in the doors.

“You ready?” You ask.

“Are you going to see me later tonight?”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Yes,” Dave smirks, but you can't see it underneath his fake white beard.

“Then yes, I will see you tonight.”

Dave nods and takes a breath as leathered-covered hands are on the doors. In one push, he bellows a “Ho, Ho, Ho from his lips, which sends the kids screaming in excitement as they watch their favorite person walk into the room, waving and making them smile from ear to ear.

While you slipped inside the venue looking for a cup of water. Your throat had seemed dry after screaming Dave’s name so many times. Seeing the drinks table having water bottles, you take one, tearing the cap off as you watch the kids be joyful as they watch Santa/Dave wave at them.

Carol had come up next to you with a smile on her face; you returned a smile at her. “Thank you so much for helping him; these parents were ready to pounce on me if Dave didn't come sooner.”

You couldn't relate to wanting Dave to “come sooner.”

“Anytime, trust me, Dave can be real stubborn.”

“I’m aware. Try being married to him,” Carol jokes; you can’t help but laugh.

“Are you coming over for dinner tomorrow night?”

You shrug. “I don't know, I would have to ask—”

“I already asked; she said yes, and the girls are so excited to play with the kids again. I swear our families have some fun history.”

“You don't know the half of it,” You smile, taking a swig of your water.

“C’mon, It’ll be fun!” Carol smiled. As you thought about it, your wife and Carol could be distracted while the kids play together, giving you and Dave the free will to do what you both do when they’re not home.

“Fine, you’re right, it’ll be fun.”

Carol was overzealous, clapping her hands and lightly hopping. “Okay, you don't need to bring anything, just yourselves; maybe a bottle will be fine, but no gifts.”

“No gifts,” You repeated. “Understood.”

“Now I got to make sure these kids end up in a straight line so they can tell Santa what they want for Christmas, Excuse me,” Carol excused herself.

Your gaze had landed back on Dave, sitting on the red and gold-like throne only reserved for Santa. You could tell he was staring at you and Carol, conversing with each other. You lick your lips, wink at Santa, and mouth the words. “Dinner at your house.”

You didn't know what dinner had planned, but overall, you knew that it would end with you and Dave alone together.

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[axelsagewrites]

Robb Stark*Honey Cakes

Pairing: Robb x f! reader

Word count: 1830

Part Two to Cloak however can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: reader being jealous, secret relationship, but mostly just pure enemies to lovers’ fluff

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At thirteen you despised Robb, more than anyone really, so why is it know you were sat down the table for him trying desperately not to stare at him? Your parents had originally tried to broker a marriage pact between you and the Stark however due to your mutual hatred of each other that plan fizzled and died. No one even knew you liked the boy. Well apart from Robb.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispered in your ear, his breath tingling the nape of your neck as he leaned down so no one else would hear as he walked out the room behind you.

Sansa glanced back, raising an eyebrow when she saw the warm flush on your face, but you managed to wave her off. Instead of letting him torture you any longer you grabbed her arms, “Shall we go see if the kitchen has any spare lemon cakes?” you asked, and Sansa quickly grinned in agreement.

You sat in the kitchen with Sansa for a good couple hours, laughing and gossiping about all the people at Winterfell. “Well apparently Alice, you know that Manderley girl. Well apparently, she has a crush on Robb,” Sansa said, gagging at her brother’s name.

Your eyes widened but you soon covered it up as Sansa grimaced about someone potentially liking her brother, “Who told you that?”

“Jane,” she said, picking at the crumbs left of the cakes you had both scoffed, “Apparently, she was hanging around the stables waiting for Robb so she could ask for help getting on her horse. Bit desperate if you ask me. It’s not like Robbs anything special,”

“Huh that’s so weird. It’s not like Robbs dumb enough to fall for that,” You did your best to act natural, but you could see Sansa’s eyes narrowing. “Well, you’d hope anyway,”

“Yeah,” Sansa said, her voice trailing off for a moment, “Then again according to some of the ugh boys,” she said, shuddering meaning you knew she was talking about Theon despite also knowing she had a major crush on him, “he’s had some…women at his room,”

“Oh?” this time you couldn’t not sit up straight.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t tell anyone who. Theon thinks its some,” she paused to lean in and whisper, “whore,” she said, her eyes whipping around the room, “from the village,”

You sucked in your breath, trying hard not to either find Robb and kill him or cry, “He doesn’t seem like that kind of man,”

“That’s what Jon said but then who was in his room?”

“When was it?” you asked as if you wanted to break your own heart.

That was until Sansa said it, “Last Sunday,”

Fuck. Last Sunday after not being able to sleep and being too afraid of the nightmares to come you turned to Robb for some kind of comfort. Nothing happened but you did sleep in his chambers and then he helped you sneak back at first light. “How strange,” you muttered before trying to change the topic, but your mind still lingered on how good Robbs morning hair looked.

The cook eventually grew tired of your whispering and threw you both out the kitchen. Instead, you went to Sansa’s room to practise your needle point then eventually trudged back to your own room. When you entered your chamber, everything seemed normal. That was until you saw the honey cake sitting beside your bed with a note.

“I tried for lemon, but someone had eaten them all” – it read, making you laugh at the note. You sat on the bed, picking up the cake and smiling at the single wildflower he’d sat beside it.

-

The next morning you arrived at the dining hall before any of the stark children. Your parents were sat with the ned and cat at the head table, so you ended up plopping down in an empty seat and a near by table. “Morning,” an unbelievably smooth voice grinned as Robb sat himself in the seat across you.

“Morning,” you said as you tried hard not to smile too largely back. “You’re almost as sweet as that honey,” you said, lowering your voice.

A faint blush covered his cheeks, “But not as sweet as you,” he said but as he opened his mouth to speak a gritty, irritating, annoying voice spoke up.

“Good morning, Robb,” came the sing song voice of Alice who you had never thought annoying until last night.

Robb barely glanced over his shoulder at her as she walked off, “Morning Alice,” he said as he turned his attention back to you. his eyebrows squinted at the now stoney look on your face, “What?”

“Nothing,”

“Cmon tell me,”

“It’s nothing,”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me,” Robb rapidly repeating, grinning wider at each jab.

You sighed, “Fine. Its just,” you sighed again, “she has a crush on you,”

His face froze for a moment before he burst into absolute laughter, “Oh the gods,” he laughed, clutching at his stomach as both of your parents began to stare.

“Quit it!” you whispered, slapping at his head.

“You’re jealous,” Robb laughed, thankfully quieter, as he swatted your hand away, “Aw honey that’s adorable,”

“I’m not your honey,” you grumbled, “and I’m not jealous,”

“Am not,”

“Are too,”

“Am not!”

“Are too- “

“Youd think by now you two would grow up,” Sansa yawned as she sat beside you, and you were both forced to act like nothing happened.

-

Later that day, for no other reason you swear, you decided to go riding soon after you overheard Robb suggest the idea to Jon. Sansa was thankfully in lessons meaning you quickly changed and heading down to the stables.

“Robbie, could you help me- “Alice began to say as you walked in however, she hadn’t seen you.

Robb however did, “Oh hey!” he greeted, walking past Alice who now wore a deflated look, “Oh sorry Alice, Jon can you give her a hand?” Jon went to step forward, but Alice muttered something about her parents before turning and leaving. “Huh, weird,” Robb half grinned.

“You wanna come riding with us?” Jon asked you as he began to fix his own saddle.

You glanced at Robb before nodding, “Yeah sure lemme get my saddle ready first,”

“I’ll get it,” Robb said, moving to grab it before you could stop him.

Jon laughed and rolled his eyes as he finished his own horses’ reins, “So at what point are you two love birds gonna admit it,”

“Admit what- “

“Save it,” Jon rolled his eyes, “He stinks of your perfume, and you’ve accepted his help in the history of well ever,” he said as he flung his arm around your shoulder, “Aw sister,” he teased as he ruffled your hair.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled as you escaped his grip and tried to fix your hair.

However, Robb walked past and laughed, “Adorable,” he grinned as he kissed the top of your head before fixing your horse. It was actually nice to be able to be open about not hating Robb as you three went around the gods’ woods. However, after a very pointed look from Robb and a lot of teasing from Jon he finally decided to throw Robb a bone and go back himself.

“Are we ever gonna tell anyone we don’t hate each other anymore?” Robb asked, ruining the perfectly good conversation about how gorgeous he thought you looked today.

You grinned at him, “Who said I don’t hate you anymore?”

“The feelings mutual,” he laughed as you finally returned to the stables. “I’m just saying would it be so bad,” he asked as he jumped off his horse, quickly moving to help you down. You swung your leg around, so you were sat sideways on the horse. Robb moved to grab your hips, lifting you down. Your arms went to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“I don’t know. I mean maybe…” you started to say but trailed off as your feet hit the ground, but Robb didn’t step back. His warm breath fanned your face, tickling your cheeks. His hands moved slowly to the small of your back, pulling you in closer till you were flush against him. His lips were only a fraction away and it only took a couple seconds till you felt them brush against yours. you couldn’t wait anymore as you pushed up, closing the final gap.

Sure, you had been flirting all week, but this was your first kiss with him, and you melted into it. if his hands were not on your back you may have collapsed. Just as your hands went into his hair, which was unbelievably soft, you heard a gasp.

You pulled back to see Sansa standing in the stable doorway. “You’re the whore?!” she asked, shocked before her cheeks flushed red, “I don’t mean- “

“Sansa!” Robb half bellowed, turning round ready to tear his sister a new one when you grabbed his arm.

His head span round to face you and you mentally made a note to remember how good he looked with his jaw tensed, “Theres’s back story, I’ll explain later,” you said before turning to Sansa, “It’s not what you think,”

“You were kissing my brother!”

You sighed, “Okay it’s kind of what you think,” you said as you walked closer, “but not as bad as you think,”

“Oh?” she paused before her eyes widened, “Oh! Ew!” she grimaced. “That’s so weird. I thought you hated him,”

“I did but,” you paused, looking at Robb who smile down at you. you reached for his hand which he gladly accepted, squeezing yours lightly, “it’s different now,”

Sansa gagged before turning to Robb, “if you hurt her. I will kill you,”

“Aren’t you supposed to say that to her? you’re my sister,” Robb said incredibly.

Sansa paused for a moment before realisation dawned on her, “Oh you’re going to be my sister one day!” she began to celebrate. You laughed at her as she jumped into your arms but made no effort to stop her, “Do our parents know?”

“Not yet,” you said as you pulled back from her grip.  “Let us tell them know,”

Robb nodded as he pulled you over to his side, draping an arm around your shoulder, “Yeah. I get to brag about her first, not you,”

“No fair,” Sansa pouted but Robb ignored her as he looked down at you with a dopey smile.

“Can’t wait to tell everyone you’re mine,” he said softly, leaning back down for another kiss which you gladly accepted.

“Oh, gods I can’t,” Sansa shivered as she quickly left however you just laughed before turning back to Robb.

Your arms found their way back to his shoulders as his found the small of your back, “Now where were we?” you asked.

Robb smiled, leaning down slowly, “Somewhere around here,” he whispered before his lips fell back onto yours. how could you hate him now?

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Propaganda

Jane Birkin (La Piscine)—JANE BIRKIN!!! forget the bag, i’ve been obsessed with her in Evil Under The Sun for at least a decade. She has the RANGE in literally every way. i know she’s known as a gorgeous it-girl icon but she can still do frumpy, sopping-wet-kitten pathetic and you KNOW the reveal is going to happen because its Jane Fucking Birkin but she deserves that hype, she can leave you absolutely breathless by just a change in demeanor. the way she can control her presence on camera is astonishing. VOTE JANE

Diahann Carroll (Paris Blues, Carmen Jones, Porgy and Bess)— Face of an angel. She had the range. She brought chemistry with every romance she portrayed. She also had a great fashion sense, and was so pretty Mattel made a doll based off of her.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Jane Birkin:

i'm mainly familiar with her in later works, but whenever i see her i'm so charmed by her atypical beauty--her wide mouth and big teeth, her small eyes--and her whispery voice. it always feels like she's got a delicious secret and if you just lean in a little, she might share it with you.

Propaganda for Jane Birkin: Have you heard her moan in “Je t’aime moi non plus”? Otherwise you need to listen to it before voting (you can ignore Serge Gainsbourg)

Jane Birkin propaganda I think is pretty neat: the Birkin bag was named after her, she's the mother of actress Charlotte Gainsbourg, and Agnes Varda devoted a whole documentary to her.

Diahann Carroll:

Another groundbreaking black actress, although she might be better remembered for her television roles. She was also an activist and worked with charities to support women in need.

here she is hanging out with shadow prince anthony perkins :3

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[gemstone-roses]

Christmas fic party request:

Where reader is an fbi tech (post red John) and shoots her shot at Jane at the Xmas party. Smut. Lots of smut. Very comforting because I just imagine him being SO lovely. Age difference mentioned.

Patrick Jane x female reader

Summary: your feeling brave, the man you’ve been pining for is older than you, surely he’s not interested in you, right? Smut. 18+ only,protected sex, praise kink, lots of praise, eye contact , so much praise ugh I’m mad for this man okay! I’m begging people to send in more requests for him 🙏🙏

Warnings: explicit smut, 18 plus ONLY. Smut, protected sex, praise kink x10. Fingering. Pet names, Minors be gone from here!

A:N - I’m super proud of this one. Thankyou for requesting I hope you liked it 🥹🥹please feel free to request more for Patrick Jane too!! ❤️

The wince on your face as you glance around the room is prominent. You only came tonight for one reason. And he’s not here.

Your colleagues are busy getting merry, rigsby and van pelt wearing matching Christmas jumpers and paper hats. The music is so loud you can feel it coursing through you.

Jane had seen your mood dip around the holidays and he had made you promise you would at least show your face. You agreed solely because he said he would accompany you and your heart fluttered at his offer. The small touch he left on your elbow, the reassurance in his face when he said ‘I’ll be with you the whole time’ had you screaming internally.

You weren’t the newest member of the team, but you were quite a bit younger than Jane, and as he is so observant you did your absolute best to keep your crush on him secret.

It had been a long few years.

Fed up of the party, you duck out and find yourself wandering straight into something tall and hard.

Patrick

“Oh shit I’m so- you start, blinking at him as you try and play it off.

“Are you okay?” He asks rubbing your arm soothingly.

It seems your brain has short circuited as you just stare at him, he looks good, so good.

“Hey” he says softly, moving his hand to cup your face.

“Hey Jane” you squeak out, praying he can’t tell how flustered you are.

His brows crease at you, his thumb runs across the curve of your cheek and you cannot take this anymore so you bring your hand up to connect with the hand that’s on your face.

His eyes bore into yours as you wait for him to pull his hand away.

But he doesn’t.

“Jane, I- I need to tell you something I - you whisper closing your eyes as you speak.

“I know” he says lowly

“You what!” You say, horrified, eyes shooting open as heat rises to your face.

You try and turn away but he stops you, hands flying to your waist, gripping tightly.

Your lips part slightly as you take in the man in front of you. He smiles, leans forward and

Runs his thumb across your lip and once again your brain short circuits, you think you might die right there. There’s no way he doesn’t feel the way your pulse starts picking up and your eyes blow wide at his action.

“Jane?” You ask, voice cracking

“Yeah honey?” His voice slightly deeper, it makes your pussy clench and your heart soar.

“I love you” you say, and for a moment you panic thinking he doesn’t feel the same and then he closes his eyes and sighs, before pulling you in closer

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that” he growls.

He searches your face for any kind of hesitation and you nod, he smiles as he shakes his head.

“Use your words my darling”

“Hurry up and kiss me, please” you whine,

Your breath hitches as he cups your face again and brings his lips to yours. His lips are soft, he presses into you as he deepens the kiss.

You can’t help but let out a moan as he presses into you, it’s comforting, safe, and leaves you wanting more.

“Patrick” you whisper, as he reluctantly breaks the kiss, his hand comes back to cup your face, finger stroking slowly down your cheek.

“You okay?” He checks.

You nod a bit too quickly, and he chuckles.

“Shall we, go somewhere more private?” He whispers as he leans in to place a feather light kiss to your neck.

“God, yes” you mutter. He grabs your hand instantly and leads you up to his room above the office.

“It’s cold in here” you mutter as he shuts the door to his living space, instantly his arms are around you again, catching your lips in a searing kiss he cages you against the wall. One of his arms rest on the wall, the other tracing down to your waist. Your chest heaves as he teases his fingers up and down underneath your shirt.

“Please” you whine and he smirks, dipping his hand beneath the waistband.

“God your dripping” he murmurs rubbing your throbbing pussy through your panties. You clench your thighs together at his actions, and his words.

“Jane” you croak, desperate, needy.

“I love the sound of my name falling from your lips” he breathes, making you look at him before moving your panties and sliding in a finger.

It’s agonisingly slow, and of course Patrick can tell your getting frustrated with his teasing.

He speeds up a bit before adding another finger, your walls flutter around his fingers.

“Mm, Jane fuck” you whisper, he increases the pressure and starts to curl his fingers up as they enter you. His thumb comes to circle your clit and he catches your moan with a kiss.

“D-don’t stop” you moan as he presses his thumb into your clit as he curls his fingers hitting your G spot.

“Oh OH god” you whine

“That’s it honey” he soothes, breaking the kiss as your walls clench around his fingers.

“Jane” you say as you feel your orgasm approaching

“Come for me, that’s it, good girl” he says as he curls his fingers once more and you see stars as your orgasm crashes over you.

He holds you steady, fingers lazily pushing in and out of you as he fingers you through your orgasm.

“You okay”? He whispers placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You nod and he pulls you into his embrace.

“God that was- incredible” you pant, leaning in to give him a kiss.

He pulls you gently towards his bed.

He pushes you gently and you fall back

“Lie down” he whispers, he’s out of breath and it’s so arousing you can’t help the throb that courses through you.

Patrick unbuttons his suit jacket, hanging it up on the chair he climbs on top of you. Once again you feel safe within his presence.

His arms come to rest on either side of your head, he looks down at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Stop it” you say, trying to turn away from his stare.

“Don’t, don’t do that, your beautiful, let me see you yeah?” he tilts your face to look at him, as if you could love this man any more.

“Would you like to stop?” He asks and his face tells you that he would not mind one bit if you said yes, which just makes your heart pound faster in your chest.

“No, I’d very much like to continue” you say. And Jane runs his hand across your face, smiling.

You can feel Jane’s cock pressing into your leg through his jeans and you shift your hips slightly. He sucks in a breath as you sit up to undo his belt.

You do it slowly, payback. But it doesn’t last long as he ends up pulling it off himself before guiding you to lie back down.

He stands up and removes his pants before coming back and resting his hands at the top of yours.

He waits.

You nod.

He pulls down your pants and can’t help but moan at the wet patch in the middle of your underwear.

Your breath hitches as he leans down and presses his lips into your clothed pussy and hooks his fingers in the line of your panties and pulls them down.

Jane frees his hard cock from his boxers and it springs up against his stomach. A drop of precum glistening on the head.

You clench your thighs at the sight. Jane reaches for the condom under his bed and rolls it down.

He pumps his cock a few times before lining up with your entrance.

You breathe in as you prepare.

Jane’s hand find your clit once more,he watches your face as his fingers circle your clit. You relax slightly as he continues his actions.

“Hey” he says softly

“I’m okay” you say.

“Take a deep breath for me darling” he places one hand on your lower stomach and the other wraps around his cock.

You do, and he slides his cock into you, slowly.

“Good girl, keep breathing for me” he soothes as he pushes his cock all the way in. Your breath catches in your throat as he pushes deeper into you.

“Keep looking at me” he says and you throb around him.

“You’re doing so good for me” he praises as he goes to rub your clit again.

“Patrick” you whisper

“Can you- I need you to go-

“I know, I know” he coos, rubbing your hips with his hand,

“I’ll go slow, I got you” he soothes before thrusting into you slowly. One of his hands is still splayed across your stomach.

“Mmhm” you whine.

“You feel so good around my cock like this” he says, pushing his cock in and out, he feels you clench around him as he speaks.

You close your eyes as he angles himself a little differently, still thrusting slowly, but his cock is hitting your g spot.

“Patrick- fuck” you choke out.

“Mm, you make the prettiest sounds” he breathes, every moan out of you sending him closer to release.

He moves his hand from your stomach as he reaches for your puffy clit, gently applying pressure as he thrusts into you.

“Patrick, I’m-

“Look at me, good girl, come for me, come all over my cock” he encourages as he presses into you again.

You hear him groan just as his cock twitched inside you and your pussy clenches,

Your toes curl and you see stars as your orgasm washes over you. Your ears ring as you hear muffled praise falling from Patrick’s mouth as you come down from your high.

“So good for me, you did so good, you’re incredible my love” he soothes, rubbing gentle circles into your hip.

You whimper underneath him. He places his hands on either side of your face.

“Jane, that was - god that was perfect you say a lazy smile painting your face. A big smile lights up his face, “I love you” he says, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’ve wanted to say that for a very long time” he admits.

“Me too” you say shy all of a sudden, turning your face from him.

He tuts

“No honey, what did I say about doing that, now, I’ll get you a warm towel and some water and I’ll be back in a moment” he soothes as he gets up.

And you, couldn’t be happier.

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[waitimcomingtoo]

And Everything Just Stops

Pairing: Peter Parker x best friend!Reader

Synopsis: after getting stood up on a date, you go to Peters apartment for comfort, leading to more than one secret coming out

Masterlist

*contains greys anatomy season 6 spoilers*

“Will anyone else be joining you tonight?”

“Yeah. He’ll be here any minute. He’s just a little late.” You told the waitress as your eyes flicked to the empty seat across from you.

“Okay. I’ll check back with you in a few minutes.” The waitress gave you a smile before walking away. She returned five minutes later to refill your water.

“Thanks.” You smiled at her before checking your watch. It was 7:13 now. The plan was to meet at 7. You had gotten there five minutes early and your date had yet to arrive.

“No problem. Did you want to order anything while you wait?” She asked you.

“No. That’s okay. He’ll be here soon.”

“Okay. I’ll check in again soon.” She gave you another smile before walking away. Another ten minutes went by and you had memorized the menu at that point. Another ten went by after that and you were starting to get uncomfortable with the amount of people staring at you. Five minutes after that, the waitress came back over with a cupcake on a plate.

“Here. It’s on the house.” She said as she set the cupcake down in front of you. You tore your eyes away from the empty seat and gave her a weak smile.

“Thanks.” You said quietly and slid down in your seat, turning your face to hide the embarrassment you were feeling.

“I’m sorry, honey. But if you’re not gonna order anything, we really need the table.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” You nodded and gave her another weak smile. You thought the waitress would go away, but instead, she sat down across from you.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re not eating alone tonight. I’m not letting you.” She said as she unraveled the napkin and sliced the cupcake in half. She gave you half of it and took the another half for herself before holding it up.

“Thanks.” You clinked your cupcake against hers before taking a bite.

“So what was his name?“ She asked before taking a bite of the cupcake.

“Who?”

“The asshole who stood you up.”

“Jason.” You told her as you picked off the bottom of your cupcake.

“Ew. A J name? You agreed to go out with a J name?” She asked and scrunched her nose in disgust.

“He was really nice, okay?” You laughed dat her reaction. “And he was interested in me. And it’s been a minute since someone was interested in me.”

“There is no excuse for accepting a date with a man with a J name.” She shook her head and finished her cupcake.

“They can’t all be bad, right? What about Jim Carey or….um…damn it. That’s the only good guy I can think of.”

“See?“ The waitress smirked as she checked the time on her phone.

“My break is over soon. Do you have somewhere you can go?” She asked you.

“Yeah. My best friends house. He’ll take care of me.” You smiled sadly and got out of your seat.

“Good. I hope you feel better. Whoever this Jason guy is, he’s an idiot. And a loser. Don’t an idiot loser make you feel bad about yourself.” The waitress told you as she put her hand on your shoulder.

“I won’t.” You smiled, sincerely this time.

“All right. Get home safe.” She winked at you before walking away.

“Wait.” You called after her, and she turned around.

“What’s your name?”

“Jane.” She told you with a coy smile.

“J name.” You smiled in surprise.

“We’re not all bad.” She winked again before walking away. You blinked a few times before coming back to reality and leaving the restaurant. You told your parents you’d be out late back when you assumed you’d be going on a date so you couldn’t go home and face them. You started walking in the direction of Peters apartment and thought about what had happened tonight. A boy pursued you, got you to agree to a date with him, and then stood you up. Your bottom lip began to tremble and hot tears of embarrassment slipped down your cheeks. You passed a couple holding hands and picked up your pace. You broke into a run and ran all the way to Peters apartment as tears ran down your face. You knocked on his front door and wiped your face as you waited for him to answer. Finally, May opened the door.

“Oh. Hi May.” You smiled through your tears and wiped your face on the back of your hand.

“Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing here so late?” She asked with a sympathetic smile.

“I was looking for Peter. Is he home?”

“No, I’m sorry. He’s not. He’s out on….a walk.” She lied to cover for her nephew.

“Okay. I’ll just call him later. Sorry to bother you.” You gave her another teary smile and turned to walk away.

“Wait a minute.” She said and gently caught your wrist. She pulled you back towards her and put her hands on your face to wipe your tears away.

“I’ve watched you grow up. I’ve wiped your snot and dried your tears hundreds of times. You’re my baby. And I take care of my babies. Come in and tell me what happened.”

You started to cry again as she took you inside and closed the door behind you. Once you were both inside, May opened her arms to you. You let out a whimper before stepping into her arms. She hugged you tightly and stroked your hair to calm you down. You clutched her shirt and cried into her shoulder until you felt like you could talk.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” May asked as she grabbed you a tissue.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to get out of this stupid outfit.” You wiped your eyes before looking down at the dress you had put on for your date.

“Do you have any clothes here?” May asked you.

“Yeah. In Peters room.”

“Go get changed. I’ll get you some makeup remover.”

May squeezed your hand before sending you off to Peters room. You found that the only clothes you had in his room were a pair of Jean shorts and a fitted shirt, and you didn’t particularly feel like putting that on. You grabbed a pair of his boxers and slipped into those before throwing on one of his T shirts, the kind with the stupid science pun. May came into his room with a couple makeup wipes and helped you wipe off the makeup you had spent an hour on in an attempt to look perfect.

“Okay. All clean. Now tell me what happened.” She said once all your makeup was wiped away.

“I can’t. It’s so stupid.” Your voice cracked when you spoke.

“It’s not stupid if it brought you to tears.” May said as she tucked some of your hair behind your ear. You looked at her with a trembling lip before caving.

“I was supposed to go on a date with this guy tonight. I was so excited to go. I planned my outfit a week in advance and then changed three times and then went back to the outfit I had on in the first place. I did my hair and my makeup and tried on every pair of shoes I own. As if he would even notice the kind of shoes I had on. But even so, I made sure I smelled good and I painted my nails and I even wore a necklace that he complimented once.”

“And?”

“And he never showed up.” Your voice cracked as you started to cry again.

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.” May said as she pulled you into her arms.

“It’s fine. I’m just mad that I shaved my legs for nothing.” You sniffled against her shoulder.

“It’s not fine. He had a commitment with you and he didn’t honor it. That’s not okay.”

“I know. But there’s nothing I can do about it now. So it’s not fine. But it’s okay.” You shrugged and gave her a sad smile. Just as May was going to respond, Peter came into his room.

“May, do you know how to get blood out-“ Peter stopped in his tracks when he saw you. Your eyes widened when you saw that he was dressed in the Spiderman suit. He had blood all over the crotch of the suit and what looked like the early stages of a black eye. Peter was looking at you with the same amount of confusion as you had. Leftover mascara had gathered around your eyes and was visible in faint traces down your cheeks.

“You’re crying?” Peter asked with sympathetic eyes.

“You’re Spiderman?” You practically screamed.

“You’re crying.” Peter rushed to you and put his hands on your face.

“Is your dick bleeding?” You asked as you wrapped your hand around his wrists.

“It’s not my blood. It’s some dudes. Why are you crying?” Peter asked as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

“You’re wiping my tears with your gloved Spiderman hands.” You said, mostly to yourself when you felt the material of Peters gloves against your face.

“Yes. I am.” Peter smiled a little. “But why are you crying? What happened? Did you watch that episode of Greys Anatomy where that doctor gets hit by a bus and then joins the army in the elevator or something? What did I tell you about watching that? You cried so hard you threw up last time.”

“Do not bring up George O’Malley to me right now. Do not talk about the elevator scene to me right now. Because if I think about the elevator doors opening to show his shaved head and his army uniform I’m gonna-“ You cut yourself off when hot tears started pouring down your face. You looked up at the ceiling and fanned yourself to try and stop them.

“Woah, woah, woah. Don’t cry. I got you. I’m right here. I got you.” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around you. You clung to him and buried your face in his shoulder as he held you as close as possible.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” May smiled knowingly and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Peter asked as he pulled away just enough to cup your face in his hands.

“No. Do you want to tell me how long you’ve been a super hero?”

“Since freshman year. Now tell me what happened.” Peter repeated, and you let out a shaky sigh.

“I had a date tonight.” You told him and watched his expression go from concerned to upset. He felt jealousy bubble up in his stomach but he knew he had to ignore it for your sake.

“You did? With who?” Peter tried to keep his voice steady to mask his disappointment.

“Jason Yang.”

“Ew.” Peter scrunched his nose. “A J name? Are you insane?”

“Apparently.” You laughed sadly.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well? Unless these are happy tears.”

“No. It didn’t go well. It didn’t go at all.”

“What do you mean?“

“He never showed up.” Your told him, your voice cracking on the last word.

“What?” Peters disappointment changed to anger in an instant. He was still upset you had agreed to a date with another boy, but even more so he was angrier that the boy didn’t have the decency to show up.

“He stood me up. He didn’t even say he wasn’t gonna come. He just left me waiting at the restaurant for an hour. And then I met this waitress and I think she was my fairy god mother or my lesbian awakening but either way she and the entire restaurant were looking at me like I was the most pathetic thing they had ever seen.”

“Hey, hey hey. It’s okay, honey. Come here.” Peter said and pulled d you back into his arms. He pulled away after a minute to look at you.

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you?” He asked sincerely.

“Peter.” You playfully whined and rested your head back on his shoulder.

“I will. I will do it. I will go to his house and woop his ass. I will woop it until there is nothing left to woop.” Peter said as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Really? Will you? With your spider powers?” You pulled away to smile sarcastically at him.

“Yes.” Peter returned the smile. “With the power of a thousand spiders. I will woop him so hard he can’t stand anyone up ever again because he won’t be able to stand. Because he will have been wooped into oblivion.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I love you too much to let you do something that would land you in prison.” You chuckled and wiped your face with the back of your hand. Peter felt his heart yearn a little for you and couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. I could never leave you behind like that.” He said as he tucked your face behind your face ear. It wasn’t in your face, he just wanted to touch you. You stared at each other for a minute and his gaze dropped to your lips. He reminded himself of the situation and quickly cleared his throat.

“I’m still trying to figure out why in the chicken friend fuck that guy would stand you up. I mean, you? The most beautiful girl on the freaking planet? He’s lucky you said yes. He’s lucky you even looked his way. And I’ve seen him. I’ve seen this Jason Yang son of a biatch. He’s not exactly a panty dropper. He has visible ear wax in his ears.”

“Peter. Ew.” You groaned and playfully shoved him.

“He does. I don’t understand people who aren’t constantly cleaning their ears. The orgasmic feeling of putting a Cotten swab in your ear hole is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.” Peter stated, making you laugh. He smiled now that he had you laughing again hoped that meant you were feeling better.

“Don’t say ear hole. It’s called the earussy and you know that.” You said in a serious tone, making Peter laugh. When his laughter died down, he looked at you and let out a happy sigh.

“You know what I love about you?” Peter smiled. “In the rare moments you let someone see you cry, and I’m talking about when you are at your absolute lowest, your first instinct is to make people laugh.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when you couldn’t find the right words. You felt your face heat up from the compliment and smiled shyly at Peter.

“I love you too.” You said quietly as you stared into his eyes. Peters entire face turned red and he let out a nervous laugh. You both felt the awkward tension from how real the conversation got and looked away.

“So, uh, how’d you get that blood on your crotch there?” You asked to change the subject and pointed to his bloody suit. Peter looked down at the blood before shrugging.

“A stabbing.” He said like it was the most causal thing in the world.

“Were you stabbed?”

“No.” Peter shrugged.

“So you stabbed somebody?”

“Also no. This one dude stabbed this other guy and I was kinda in the middle in a sorta Oreo situation. Me being the creme, of course.”

“Mm. Right.” You nodded. “I’ve always thought of you as the creme.”

“Wow. That sentence is definitely gonna come back to haunt me in my Peter on Peter time but right now, I just need to make sure my beautiful best friend is okay.” Peter replied, making you smile once again.

“I’m okay.” You shrugged. “He wasn’t the one.”

“I know. I promise you, your soulmate isn’t a man who has the kind of car he drives written in his Instagram bio.”

“Does he really?” You laughed. “What kind of car?”

“Ford Fiesta.”

“Damn. It’s a shame I’m missing out on all of that.”

“I know. My heart goes out to you.” Peter replied sarcastically. You threw your head back as you laughed and forgot all about the bad date.

“So did you make that get up yourself?” You asked and gestured to Peters suit.

“I did not. You know Tony Stark?”

“Shut up.” Your eyes widened when you caught on to what he was suggesting.

“Yep. He made it for me.”

“Are you serious? You’re friends with a billionaire.”

“I mean, he finds me incredibly annoying and won’t return my calls, but I’d say we’re pretty close friends.” Peter shrugged, making you laugh again.

“Just when I thought I knew everything about you, you show up in this.” You shook your head in disbelief and stared at his outfit.

“I thought I knew everything about you too. And yet my aunt knew you had a date with some other boy before I did.” Peter replied. You suddenly remembered the date and looked down at the ground.

“I didn’t want to tell you.“ You said quietly.

“Why not?” Peter shrugged.

“Peter.” You said with a sad smile.

“What? Why couldn’t you tell me?” He asked again. You gave him a look that silently pleaded for him not to make you say it. That’s when Peter realized the secret feelings he had for you were not a secret.

“Oh.” Peter said quietly as he eyes fell to the floor. He walked over to his bed and sat down on it as he went over everything in his head. Every time he thought he was being subtle or laid awake at night wondering how he’d ever tell you how he felt replayed in his mind. You sat beside him and stayed in silence for what felt like a full minute.

“You know?” He asked without looking at you.

“Yeah, Pete.” You said softly. “I know.”

“Who told you?”

“You did.” You smiled a little. “With the way you carry my books and pull out my chair for me whenever I go to sit down. And the way you sprint down the hallway to just open doors for me. I haven’t opened a door for myself since knowing you.”

“And they say chivalry is dead.” Peter mumbled, making you crack a smile.

“You also do this thing where you look at me when someone says something funny. It’s like, you won’t laugh unless you confirm that I also found it funny. It’s kinda cute, actually.”

“I just want to make sure you’re having a good time.” Peter said as he finally looked at you.

“I always have a good time when I’m with you. You’re my best friend.” You said and put your hand on top of his. Peter looked at your hands and felt his tears come back.

“I don’t want you like a best friend.” He said quietly.

“Peter.” You said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I think that if you gave me a chance, I could make you really happy.” He told you, still not looking at you.

“You already make me happy. That’s why we’re best friends.”

“I know. But I have this theory that if you let me do all the things I wanted to do for you, the things I restrain myself from doing because I don’t want to cross any boundaries, I think I could make you even happier.”

“That’s your theory, huh?” You chuckled softly.

“Yeah. It’s a theory I’m working with.” He replied, smiled a little as well.

“And what are the things you restrain yourself from doing?” You asked him. Upon hearing the playful tone of your voice, Peter looked up at you.

“For starters, I have to fight the urge to tell you you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire universe like, 100% of the time.” Peter began. “And that means something coming from me, because I’ve legit been to space. And trust me, not even the stars are as pretty as you. They can’t compete. It’s almost unfair. You’re just so damn beautiful.”

“Even now?” You asked skeptically as you internally screamed at what he had just said.

“Of course now. The crying makes your lips bigger and your eyelashes look longer.” Peter told you. “You actually look really good right now. The lighting could use some work but other than that, you look amazing.”

You laughed at what he said and gave his hand a squeeze. You both looked at your hands as Peter intertwined his fingers with yours.

“So what, uh, what other urges are you fighting?” You asked him as you looked into his eyes.

“The urge to beat the shit out of the idiot who stood you up.” He replied, making you crack a smile.

“Anything else?”

Peter looked at you and felt his entire face flush up to the tips of his ears. His gaze dropped to your lips and he gulped loudly.

“Most of all, I’m fighting the urge to kiss you right now.” He said, eyes glued to your lips.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop fighting.” You said before crashing your lips to his. Peter immediately cupped your face and kissed you back, the way he’d been wanting to for years. You wrapped your hands around his wrists, smiling into the kiss when you felt the material of his suit beneath your fingertips. The kiss was only interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“I’m brought some more- oh. You’re kissing. I did not see that coming.” May said, mostly to herself.

“May!” Peter whined. “Get out.”

“Okay. I brought some snacks though. Since you didn’t eat dinner on your date because he never showed up.” May said, making you let out a little whimper.

“May! Don’t remind her.” Peter whined again and threw a pillow at the door.

“It’s okay. I found something better.” You told May, making Peter smile. She winked at you before shutting the door, leaving you and Peter alone again. Peter turned to you and used his gloved pinky to tilt your face towards his own.

“So.” He smiled. “Where were we?“

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[foxcantswim]

Who Are You? || F!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Y/N is in love with Wanda... But Wanda is in love with Spider Noir. The thing is, Y/N and Spider Noir are the same person - But Wanda doesn't know that. Y/N has a secret identity to uphold.

F!Spider!Avenger!Reader x Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch (Everyone lives AU - Set after DS:MoM)

Chapter 2

Words: 3.1k Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Wanda needing a hug(she needs a hug in every fic tbh), Mention of blood, Very mild language

The day you met the Avengers, your life changed forever.

You were swinging across the city minding your own business. There had been no threats in the past few weeks so you enjoyed your freedom as you swung through the air. You hadn't expected anything to go wrong today... That was when your spider sense tingled, but you were too late to react as a blast of red flooded your vision - You were still working on controlling and understanding your powers so you didn’t really know how to react to your spider sense. You braced for impact as you smacked into the side of a building and tumbled down to the ground, you crashed down in between a bunch of trash cans in a dirty alleyway.

Groaning, you allowed your vision to readjust. You were about to stand but a familiar hammer was held down on your stomach, preventing you from standing.

"State your business here!" a loud voice spoke, making your head ring. You finally noticed who was hovering above you.

"I-I-" you started, unsure of how to react to an Avenger hovering above you.

"Jane!" another voice exclaimed as footsteps approached, "Let them up, they're just a kid."

"What have I told you about calling me that?" Jane sighed, "You were the one who made the order to take them out of the sky in the first place. You can fly and yet you get others to do your dirty business," she reluctantly lifted her hammer. That was when the other person leaned down to offer you a hand, you gladly took it - letting out a groan of pain once you were on your feet.

"Well, Mighty Thor... I didn't expect Wanda to hit her so hard," he replied before turning towards you, "Sorry about that. I'm-"

"The new Captain America: Sam Wilson," you breathed out, waving his hand away, "Yeah, I know who you guys are."

He let out a chuckle, "Of course you do."

You finally felt a surge of annoyance, "Why did you shoot me down?"

"It was a bit unnecessary..." someone else muttered as they appeared from around a nearby corner.

"You agreed to it!" Thor scoffed.

Your breath caught in your throat, your annoyance surprisingly disappeared. You finally knew who had actually took you out of the sky... The one and only Scarlet Witch. Wanda. You were glad that your mask was hiding your blush. You had had a stupid 'celebrity crush' on her for a while now... And now you were actually here in the flesh with her. You noticed her darkened fingers. You had briefly heard about what she had been through recently but nothing concrete.

"Sam insisted," she tried to reason. She then came over to you, "Sorry for hitting you a bit too hard. I-I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Water under the bridge," you nodded, "Already forgotten. Nothing my rapid healing can't handle."

Thor and Sam looked at you in confusion.

"O-Oh?" Wanda smiled, "I'm still sorry, but... Sam thought you were a threat. Well, assuming you aren't a threat?"

"Not a threat, promise," you reassured them.

"Good," Sam stepped forward, "We've already got our own Spiderman. I'm surprised we haven't seen you around before."

"I've had these powers for a long time now, I've only recently found the courage to learn how to use them. I only deal with petty thefts here and there, nothing too extreme," you explained, "I don't think I could handle anything like you guys do."

Thor finally smiled, understanding that you were indeed not a threat, "I'm sure that's not true. Maybe we could help you?"

Your heart was beating at an incredible rate. Were the Avengers really offering you a position?

Sam folded his arms, "It's up to youuu... What was your name again?"

Gulping, you hummed, "Erm... My name is..." you paused as your thought. You hadn't really thought about a name before. Your spider suit was pretty similar to Spider-Man's but it was pure black with purple accents, "Spider Noir."

"Spider Noir?" Thor questioned, "That's pretty similar to Black Widow."

"Well, that's my name," you stood by your choice.

"I meant your real name," Sam sighed.

Shaking your head, "No can do. Secret identities and all that." You had learnt that it would probably be a lot safer in the long run if you remained anonymous.

"I like it," Wanda assured, "Mysterious."

"Th-Thanks," your wide smile was hidden by your mask.

That was the day your life as an Avenger began. Sam had offered you to swing by the rebuilt Avengers compound whenever you were free. He was happy to get Spiderman, who you soon learned was Peter Parker, to help you. You were surprised that everyone in the Avengers knew Spiderman's identity, but that wasn't enough to convince you to reveal your own.

By a stroke of luck, you managed to nab yourself a job at the Avengers compound amongst some other applicants. You applied using your real name, not your alias. You wanted the Avengers to get to know the real you without revealing that you were Spider Noir. You definitely didn't want Wanda to get to know you, that was definitely not the reason why you applied- no not at all...

"So for your first order of business, Y/N," Tony said as he headed towards your desk, papers in his hands, "Sam and Steve want you to keep an eye on the security cameras we've installed around the city. Once there's a threat, all you have to do is press this button," he pointed a finger down at a button on your keyboard, "And one of us will come over and check out the footage ourselves. Steve will decide who goes."

"A bit of a big job for me for my first day, don't you think?" you replied, nervously.

He smirked, "Well if you don't think you can handle it..."

"No no no," you quickly said, "I can handle it, I'm just... Nervous, I guess?"

"Understandable," Tony nodded, "Wanda and Clint will be around if you need anything," he turned to leave but quickly raised a finger, "Oh! And don't be alarmed if you hear any explosions. I heard the Guardians would be back later on today and everyone knows how those guys can get."

You hadn't met the Guardians as Spider Noir yet, you were a little excited to say the least.

You were grateful that you had an office to yourself, the rebuilt Avengers compound was much larger than the previous build so they had more rooms to fill. The view out of your window was wonderful, you could see a big fountain and a huge area covered in nothing but sand - you assumed that it was some sort of training area.

The day was going smoothly, nothing appeared on any of the screens apart from a couple shop thefts which were quickly handled by local police.

"How's it going?" A voice caused you jump.

"Oh! Miss Maximoff!" you cleared your throat, hoping that she wouldn't recognise your voice, "It's erm. Going well! Y-Yeah! No crimes to report."

She stood in the open doorway, "Please. Call me Wanda. Tony told me to check on you and how you were handling things."

"Haven't needed to press that button, yet," you replied, motioning towards the keyboard, "Police have taken everything into their own hands today."

"That's good. It's nice to have a break now and then."

You tried your best to keep your eyes off of Wanda, your brain turned to mush around her. You had worked as an Avenger for a couple months as Spider Noir now, her and Peter Parker had quickly become close with you - both were happy to help you grow and master your powers. Peter accepted because he was excited to have another spider-related hero on the team. Wanda accepted because she felt awful for knocking you out of the sky a little too harshly. You weren't complaining.

The day was quickly coming to an end, still no threats had presented themselves. Well, apart from the threat of the Guardians as they had crashed their ship into a nearby lake. You were sort of glad that nothing actually bad had happened on your first day.

Or so you thought...

You flicked to another camera and your eyes widened. There was a huge fire engulfing a tall hotel building, fire-fighters were trying their best to extinguish the flames. It was obviously not going too well. You looked over at your other monitor and flicked it on before searching the for recent news.

And there it was. The fire had already been posted onto numerous news websites, showing that the fire was only getting bigger and there were still civilians trapped inside.

Now this was a threat. You quickly hit the button.

In no time, Clint headed into the room, "I saw the news," he said, leaning in to look at the security camera footage, "Steve is gonna send out-"

"I'm going to make a call to Noir. It could be a good chance for some training for her," Steve said, appearing in the doorway. He put a finger to his earpiece, "Wanda, Tony, you're up. I'll send you the details."

You gulped hard once Steve headed down the hall.

"Your shift's almost up, kid," Clint said, "Just need you to have one last quick look and sign these papers to say you've checked each camera one last time. Just hand the paper off to me or Bruce."

"Y-Yes, I will."

He smiled before exiting the room.

"Shit," you muttered, quickly turning back towards the screen. You flicked through the cameras, checking off each box on the papers as you looked at each one, "Come on, come on," you said, trying to finish up as fast as possible.

Once you were done, you ran over to the door and slammed it shut - you then looked out of the window to make sure nobody was around. You tapped a button on your metallic wristband which was concealed under your sleeve, your suit soon materialised over you. Pushing the window open, you hopped out - making sure to grab the papers before leaving. You swung off one of the outside walls before throwing the papers expertly through a window, they landed on Bruce's desk. You were thankful that he wasn't currently in the room.

Now it was time to head towards the threat.

An alert popped up in your mask, announcing that Steve was trying to contact you.

"Already on the way!" you announced upon answering him.

"You saw the news then, I take it," he replied, "Be careful out there, Noir. Wanda and Tony are almost there. I'll send in Thor and Jane if you guys need any more backup. Just get the civilians out and let the authorities take care of the fire."

"Got it, boss," you said before he hung up.

Landing on a building close to the fire was the best way to get a look at what you were dealing with. The sound of thrusters caught your attention.

"What are we lookin' at here?" Tony landed next to you. Wanda soon landed on your other side.

"Unknown amount of civilians still inside," you said with urgency.

"I'll take the higher floors," Wanda decided, “So much for that break...” she sighed before leaping off the building and flying towards the top of the hotel. You couldn't help but stare as she ascended.

Tony tapped a button on his wrist, "I'll see if I can put out some of the fire to help you guys. I'll scan each floor for lifeforms on the way. Good luck, kid," he nodded towards you before boosting off.

Taking a deep and shaky breath, you sprung into action. You prayed that you would be able to rely on your spider sense today.

A window near the middle of hotel was surprisingly not engulfed by flames, you took the chance and dived into one of the hotel rooms. You wasted no time in bursting into the hallway before running down the length of it, kicking down every door in the process to make sure you didn't miss anyone.

"Spiderman?!" a young girl tapped you on the back of your leg. You immediately saw the tears in her eyes.

You quickly picked the child up, sprinting back down the hall, "Call me: Noir," you said. A loud explosion caused you to flinch. Now was the time to get off of this floor. You tried your best not to let the scared child distract you, her scared sobs growing louder in the process.

"I've detected a couple lifeforms near you Wanda," you heard Tony say over comms.

"Already working on it," she replied.

You couldn’t help but shiver at the sound of Wanda’s voice in your ear. 

You regained your composure before heading towards the end of the hall and flung the window open, "Hold on tight, okay?" you said to the girl, not giving her time to respond as you immediately dove out of the window. She let out a shriek as you swung down towards the ground, on the opposite side of the street.

"Thank you! Thank you!" a woman exclaimed, tears streaming down her face as she ran over. Who you assumed to be her husband ran over with her. She grabbed the child and held her close, "W-We got separated in the crowd. I thought-" she said, her breathing ragged.

"It's okay," you said, "We're doing everything we can to get everyone-" you paused, eyes widening.

Spider sense.

A loud explosion occurred at the top of the hotel, causing you to turn and look up. A huge portion of the building was now crumbling down to the ground, "Get back!" you exclaimed, running over to a group of people. You held your hands out and quickly shot a web towards them, you pulled them away from the falling debris just in time.

"Thank you, Spiderman!" a man shouted.

"Call me: Noir!" you exclaimed before looking back up.

"Noir! Wanda's gone silent!" Tony said, "There's a couple lifeforms near the lower levels, I'll take care of them."

"Wanda..." you whispered before quickly flinging your arms upwards. You launched yourself up towards the huge opening in the side of the building. Dark smoke covered the floor, you were glad that your mask ventilated it well, "Wanda!" you called, stepping through flames - trying your best to ignore the heat.

Panic started to flood throughout you. Wanda was definitely on this floor somewhere.

"Wanda!" you called again. You managed to dodge a part of the ceiling falling down along the way.

That was when you noticed a blinding red light appear down the hall. Wanda let out a burst of magic to try and get your attention.

"N-Noir," she said, her voice clearly weak.

She had been completely crushed by the ceiling above her, blood was dripping from her head. You knew that Wanda was strong and one of the most powerful magic users to ever exist, but that didn't stop her from getting hurt.

"I'm here, I'm here!" you said, trying to not let the panic get to you. You headed over towards her, flinging off as much of the debris as you could with your webs, "We've gotta get out of here. Fast."

You put your hands under her arms to help her up, she immediately stumbled into you once she was on her feet.

Wanda started to breath heavily, her eyes started to flutter closed, "Noir..."

"I've got you," you whispered, putting an arm around her waist pulling her close, "Just hold on. Try not to breathe in too much of the smoke."

You made it back towards the opening in the wall as fast as you possibly could, you were putting your full trust in your spider sense at this point as your made your way through the burning building.

"Status on Wanda?" Tony asked.

"She's alive," you replied just before you jumped off the ledge, holding onto Wanda tightly.

"All civilians have been evacuated. I'll help the authorities put the rest of the fire out."

You swung back to the building you had first landed on upon arriving, Wanda immediately crumbled to her knees upon landing, "Hey, hey! Are you okay?" you knelt down in front of her, your hands coming up to her cheeks as your eyes inspected her for any wounds.

"J-Just a bit shaken up," she said before groaning in pain, "I hurt my leg pretty bad, but it'll heal. I have a banging headache too..." From the way Wanda was acting, you assumed that her head wound wasn't too extreme. You would still make sure she got it checked out.

Without thinking, you stroked her cheek with your thumb, "I'm so sorry I didn't get to you quicker."

"It's okay. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you. Thank you, Noir," she smiled.

The pair of you had been staring into at each other for a questionable amount of time, "D-Don't mention it, Wanda," you dropped your hands before standing up to look back towards the hotel. You cleared your throat, "Tony seems to be clearing up the fire pretty well." You were once again grateful that your mask was hiding your reddened cheeks.

"That's good," Wanda said, a little disappointment laced her words as she watched you move further away from her.

You looked over your shoulder towards Wanda, "You need help getting back to the compound?"

Shaking her head, "N-No, it's okay. I just need to take a moment."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind-"

"It's fine," she nodded, "You've done more than enough, really," she continued to reassure you.

"If you're sure..."

"Head down there and make sure everyone's okay. They're the priority."

You're a priority to me...

"Okay," you muttered, "Just take it easy. Please." You jumped off the building and headed down towards the ground.

You failed to notice Wanda's soft smile as she watched you leave.

Thanks for reading!

I've just been so obsessed with Wanda/Elizabeth Olsen recently! I’m a mess....

Chapter 2

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[divijohm]

(We can try it and if you dont like it lmk :) )

How about...creepypasta opposite personality au? (Ik it sounds weird srry 😭)

Opposite personality AU

Bloody painter, laughing jack, eyeless jack, ticci toby, jeff, sally, jane, kate, nina, slenderman

A/n: idk if I really gets what an opposite Au means (txt to my autism) but this sound fun! I'll try my best :3 although I would like to do this with them all I don't think I have that much creativity LMAO I'll include the most characters I can tho

🌀 Bloody painter - a bubbly and outgoing personality, LOVES being the center of attention, he still paints BUT his main form of art now is dance, because people can watch it better and is more entertaining.

🌀 Laughing Jack - makes his name sound ironic, a serious and straight up unfunny guy. Hates children and sweets. Rarely, if ever, laughs. Not a fan of talking or being around people.

🌀 Eyeless Jack - dumb dumb smol boy, has a MASSIVE fear of hospitals and anything medical related. Pretty outgoing and funny, a true extrovert

🌀 Ticci Toby - Sly and manipulative not that he isn't in his og personality but is much more here, straight up rude with everyone. Says the most vile slurs you can imagine and then blame his tics if someone comes at him. A true asshole. Loves waffles

🌀 Jeff - The sweetest boy you'll encounter, gentle with everyone and super shy. Has a massive fear of dogs. Prefer to spend time without talking with anyone.

🌀 Sally - You know that kid that acts like an adult because it was forced to grow up too fast? Is her. She has general mutism (she can talk, just choose not to), is afraid of everyone specially men. Responsible and recluse.

🌀 Jane - A bitch to everyone but Jeff. Pretty extroverted tho, talks to everyone but is mostly picking or insulting them. Is straight

🌀 Kate - Super talktive the type to never stop talking, gets distracted easily and can be rather naive, has a fear of the dark.

🌀 Nina - Hates Jeff, is composed and serious, dress like an average person. Not a huge fan of horror and scary stories

🌀 Slenderman - Talktive and kind, doesn't like keeping secrets, is super open about everything. Actually prefers the city over the forest. Loves technology and knows how to use it quite well due to the circumstances.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby #ticcy toby #ticcy toby x reader #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack headcanon #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #bloody painter #bloody painter x reader #bloody painter headcanons #jane the killer #jane the killer headcanons #jane the killer x reader #sally williams #sally headcanons #sally creepypasta #kate the chaser x reader #kate the chaser headcanons #kate the chaser #nina the killer #nina the killer x reader #nina the killer headcanons #laughing jack #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack headcanons

[outttatime]

ok here’s my goofy little “holloway is steph’s mom” theory

Miss Holloway (under a different name) marries Solomon Lauter sometime in the 90s. The two have a daughter in 2002 and name her Stephanie. Solomon wants to become mayor and is aware of the fact that Miss Holloway is a witch and knows about the Black Book. He has used the black book. He learns about the secrets of Hatchetfield from Miss Holloway. Miss Holloway might have loved Solomon, but not as much as he loved her, because “everyone loved her.” (Killer Track reference that I choose to believe goes for each of her personas). On October 6, 2005, Miss Holloway and Wilbur Cross battle as the timeline splits. 

Timelines where she survives: Miss Holloway fakes her death as Mrs. Lauter. Everyone thinks she’s dead, including Solomon. Solomon does not know what happened to his wife and believes she disappeared. He blames her disappearance on the Black Book and the town’s secrets. Miss Holloway keeps the Black Book. 

Timelines where she dies: Miss Holloway dies as Mrs. Lauter. She never becomes Miss Holloway. Everyone knows she’s dead/missing. In some timelines, Solomon gets the Black Book. In others, he doesn’t. He blames himself for not stopping her and refuses to use the book again because clearly something bad happened to his wife because of it. Still, he tried to use the book to get her back. It didn’t work because she was still alive. He buries it in the Witchwoods. 

tbh i need to rewatch Killer Track but everyone remembered who Holloway was after she died, so I don’t think it’s too far fetched to say she could’ve died as Mrs. Lauter. As for the ones where she survives, it’s possible she could’ve just faked her death as one person and then became Miss Holloway after (which isn’t too far from what she was going to do in Killer Track iirc)

also we know that Solomon doesn’t always get the Black Book bc in Jane’s A Car, Jane’s client (an English professor) has the Black Book.  

#i def missed some lore bc it’s been a sec since i’ve watched killer track but. yeah #this was mainly inspired by the fact that steph’s mom is seemingly dead in every universe #but solomon doesn’t have the black book in every universe so he couldn’t have sacrificed her to the LiBs to become mayor #starkid #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #nightmare time #the witch in the web #killer track #steph lauter #miss holloway #solomon lauter

[fandom-hyperfixation]

𝗗 𝗥 𝗘 𝗔 𝗠 𝗜 𝗡 𝗚

Summary: You had a dream but unfortunately there was a misunderstanding.

Characters: Valtor x Reader (she/her) / Bloom

Words: 1091

Warnings: Implied smut/Nsfw, some spice but nothing detailed. Cuddling with a friend. Secret relationship. Enemy to lovers. Kind of betrayal. (Please let me know if I should add anything)

A/n: Hey Ho. Well, this is only the second fandom for which I post fanfiction and I haven’t written for a while. And my native language is not English, so please forgive me for any mistakes and it was more of a spontaneous idea I had. Please just don’t expect a Jane Austen novel. (I'm not nervous, you are xD) Okay, I’ll stop talking now and just hope that at least one person will kind of enjoy this here. Have a great day/evening/night.

"Y/N! Hey, Y/N, wake up. You’re having a nightmare." The voice of bloom breaks through the wonderful dream you just had.

"Y/N, come on, please, you have to wake up, it’s all right, I’m here, it’s just a bad dream."

Confused, you slowely open your eyes but the second after you closed them again, blinded by the bright light of the lid lamp.

"Ugh," escapes your mouth while you press your face into the pillow.

"Y/N, finally! Everything is fine." Bloom’s deliberate calming words only add to your confusion. More carefully this time you turn your head to look at her.

The brightness lets small tears shimmer in your eyes, quickly you try to blink them away.

"What’s the matter?" you ask without really opening your mouth but Bloom understood you anyway.

She carefully puts a hand on your cheek, stroking a tear from your skin with her thumb. "Hey, don’t cry. Everything's okay, it was just a nightmare, don’t worry, Valtor’s not here."

Suddenly your eyes widen, "What? Valtor?" Your voice sounds nervous as you're pushing yourself up to sit, capturing her gaze with your own.

"Hey, I told you everything was okay. It was just a bad dream. You called Valtor’s name in your sleep, I can understand it, I often dream about him. But we’re with you, we protect each other, don’t worry."

The Guardian of the Dragon Flame moved closer to hug you. Still overwhelmed you let it happen, placing your head on her shoulder.

You can’t find the right words to get yourself out of this uncomfortable situation. And the only option you have is to play along and just agree.

You close your eyes, still not accustomed to the brightness and two more small tears roll over your cheeks, your chin and finally land on Bloom’s arm.

Your friend sighs, "Back a little, I can sleep next to you, maybe we’ll both dream better."

In your head you hear the laughing of the lord of evil. He's laughing at you for this situation. Gloatingly, teasingly.

You nod indecisively but at the same time shake your head to banish the magician from your thoughts, which rather ends in a strange circular movement.

The fairy lets you go and crawls behind you on the bed, patting on the mattress next to her and slowly you lie down.

With a snap, the light goes out. Bloom approaches you, wraps an arm around you before snuggling up to you.

You grab her hand to cross your fingers with hers.

"Try to sleep a bit more, I’m here now," she whispered.

Your heart is racing incessantly as you can do nothing but nod again, it has absolutely taken your breath away.

For the next few minutes it is quiet, you do not dare to move. Not until you are aware of the regular breath of the fairy. She fell asleep.

You sigh and are sure that your cheek must be red like a tomato from shame.

Your mind worked at full speed to realize and process the things that have just happened. You must summon all self-control to avoid giggling. At the same time, however, you feel your guilty conscience eating through your body, burying cell by cell.

Your friends were always there for you, they helped you every second without asking questions, they trusted you blindly, just like you trusted them. They made every effort to protect and support you.

You all had nightmares about all the things you had to go through and survive. But since Valtor came into your lives, everything has gotten worse. Hardly anyone can sleep for a whole night. Hardly anyone can dream of anything beautiful.

Hardly anyone can feel something like true joy.

But while all your friends were plagued with nightmares and are not allowed to have a careless second because of the dark wizard, he is the reason that you can sleep well. That you still feel something like satisfaction or happiness and can forget all that terrible things for a moment.

It was pure irony.

While they all suffered because of the wizard, every night you dream of his hands gliding over your entire body when you sneaked out of Alfea to meet him in the cloud tower again. How his lips invade every spot of your body, leading you into another dimension. How his rough voice sounds musically in your ears when he groans your name or tells you how perfect you are for him. How his hot breath flits over your skin when you lie in front of him on the desk. How he makes you feel as good as no other has done before.

What was your dream, was their nightmare.

What became your joy, became their sadness.

What deprived them of all their powers was what made you feel more alive than ever.

Valtor was their curse, but he was your blessing.

The more you thought about it, the more your mind became weary. And as soon as your eyes closed, you were back at the sport you were before Bloom woke you up.

In a storeroom in the cloud tower, without clothes, while the magician knelt in front of you, throwing your head back in pleasure.

***

In the cloud tower, Valtor laughed deeply as he turned his gaze away from the sphere through which he had observed you and your friend.

He could hardly wait to make you blush with the events of today and evoke your shy side the next time you would come to him, your enemy, to wind under him in passion.

He had taken off his coat and pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. Sitting in the big desk chair he turned in a semicircle. He looked through the large windows of Miss Griffin’s office into the dark night. Then he leaned back, closing his eyes as well before mentally diving into the same memories you are exploring.

This little fairy had fallen for him, just like he had fallen for her.

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