#i left a comment being like 'yes thinking about them always. also go check out the artists tumblr they do cool shit'

[vitamin-zeeth]

THE DOUBLE TAKE I JUST DID AT THIS NOTIF???

@mars-bars-talks LOOK IM FUCKING LOSING MY MIND

#WHAT THE FUCK #I DONT KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING DO WITH THIS INFORMATION #the post was about gertude and agnes and it was a couple screenshots from an episde transcript and then the art #i left a comment being like 'yes thinking about them always. also go check out the artists tumblr they do cool shit' #fucking buck wild moment #wet floor sign

[bitchinbarzal]

Runaway Groom | N Hischier

summary: Nico’s getting married and he thinks he’s got the wrong bride.

-

“He wants you there schatzi” Katya mumbled, sipping her coffee across from you.

You shook your head “Yes but she doesn’t… I’m ok just seeing the pictures after”

You watched her eyes drop and her mouth pull into a tight line “Y/N, we thought it would be you”

Your stomach sinks and you smile softly “Yeah… but it’s not and I’m ok with that. I want Nico to be happy”

His mom wanted to reply, tell you he’d be happy with you. That his smile isn’t as wide with her as it is with you.

But she didn’t. She just squeezed your hand.

Their wedding is all anyone was talking about the week before; the welcome drinks, the rehearsal dinner, the church, the party.

You were tired of hearing about them. They could go back to New Jersey now for your liking.

The night of the rehearsal dinner had you getting ready for the gym when your front door opened and you heard the familiar voice shouting

“Hallo?”

“Timo?” You yelled back, puzzled

“I’m here to pick you up!”

Your head pokes out of your bedroom “for what? Why are you wearing a suit?”

He looks puzzled “Nico and Rosie’s welcome dinner?”

You laughed “I’m not going to that”

“Why not?”

“Because i don’t want to? I’m sorry did everyone just forget that me and Nico are ex’s?”

Timo rolls his eyes, entering your bedroom and beginning to rake through your wardrobe, pulling out a dress.

You stumbled for a moment seeing it again, the dress you wore to Nico’s captain’s dinner. The team had thrown him a fancy dinner in the city to celebrate him becoming captain and you wore that red dress.

“Put this on, you’ve got five minutes” he informed, shoving the dress into your hands and walking out.

Before you walked out the house you looked at yourself in the mirror and huffed “It’s only two hours… two hours you got this!”

Nico’s family were elated to see you walk in the door, diverting their attention all to you.

You didn’t see him but Nico also diverted his attention to you, his grip on his soon to be wife’s hand slipping as he spotted you in that dress.

The last time he saw that dress it was on the floor of your bedroom.

Your eyes scanned the room, finally falling on him. You gave him a soft smile and he reciprocated until he noticed your hand placed firmly in Timo’s.

There was nothing there but he couldn’t help but feel his gut twist. He was getting married and thinking about you.

Throughout the night you were stopped by various teammates and their partners all expressing just how much they missed you.

“I always thought this would be you” Klara, Jonas’ wife comments and you can only give a tight smile

“Rosie is lovely, no?”

“She doesn’t know him like you… he’s not the same”

“Nico decided I wasn’t what he wanted” is all you could say before venturing off somewhere else.

You wanted to go home. You were tired of hearing about how it should be you.

That night when you arrived home, you checked your phone which you’d subsequently left on the nightstand after being rushed out the house.

Only one notification stood out. A text from Nico.

it meant a lot to see you tonight, take care of yourself schatzi.

Your thumb hovered over the text pad, considering a reply. You stared at the words so long you didn’t notice the tears starting to gather in your eyes.

“Fuck, Neeks” you cursed, throwing your phone onto the bed and gripping at your hair in frustration before you picked the phone back up again and dialled his number.

“Hel-“

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare call me names, I’m not yours anymore Nico! You remember? You broke up with me!” You sobbed, so angry and frustrated. You were overwhelmed.

“Schatzi… don’t cry”

“Nico” you mumbled, the exhausted tone of your voice evident on your words.

He sighs “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have text you… it was a lot to see you tonight”

You scrunched your eyes closed in an attempt to stop the tears falling.

“Will you be at the wedding tomorrow?” He mumbles, somewhat hopeful.

You paused, silent so much so he asked “Can you hear me?”

You nodded, not that he could see you “I can hear you Neeks”

“Neeks” you chuckled “It’s been so long since I heard that”

“I’m not coming, this is probably the last time we can ever speak again…”

Nico bit his lip on the other side of the phone, tears now in his waterline. The weight of this on his shoulders.

“I can’t lose you Y/N”

“You lost me the day you broke up with me… you don’t get the best of both worlds. Goodbye Nico, good luck at the wedding” you mumbled, pulling the phone away and hanging up.

You threw your head back and cried out a strangled cry “Fucking Hischier!”

The next morning you lay in bed, the longer you were in your bed the less you had to face the real world.

It wasn’t until twelve you rolled onto the side of your bed, where your phone was charging. Your notifications were crazy.

Multiple missed calls. Texts. Voicemails.

Before you could read them, Nina was calling you.

“Hello? Ni what’s going-“

“Where is Nico?!”

You frowned “at his wedding? Aren’t you-“

“He’s not here! They’re all panicking he’s just disappeared and we can’t find him” she cried out, you could hear other panicked voices in the background specifically Rosie’s

“I’ll call him” is all you said, hanging up and staring at your reflection in the black screen “Hischier… where are you?”

You had tried calling him with no answer, leaving multiple voicemails. You grabbed your keys to head out the door when you spotted him, sitting out on your porch.

You opened the door, making your way to the porch swing and sitting next to him. Nico didn’t speak, just looking out at the mountains.

Your head dropped to his shoulder “Neeks she’s waiting for you”

He sniffled “This was supposed to be us”

You nod, grabbing his hand in yours “But it’s not, it’s you and Rosie. Nico you gotta go back to her”

He finally looked at you, his eyes rimmed red “What if I don’t? What if I just stay here? Would you have me?”

You swallowed loudly “Nico, I love you so much and if you ever came to me before I’d say yes but you don’t want me you’re just confused”

He shook his head “I love you! I’m not confused… I want this, I want you! This, this house! This life!”

The house was bought by Nico, at your request your Switzerland home had to be in the countryside. He let you have it after the breakup.

The two of you were inches apart, tears streaming down both of your faces “Neeks…”

“Kiss me” he mumbled, holding the back of your head waiting for your move. You did. You leaned up to capture his lips in yours, his tongue slipped past your bottom lip into your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss before pulling away and pecking his lips once more “Hell of a last kiss”

“No, not a last kiss” he says and you look sadly

“Nico, let’s go…”

“Where?”

“To your wedding”

He wanted to argue, tell you he was going to stay but you looked at him with an expression that told him he didn’t get a say.

At the church you stood outside the doors, just enough time to spare. He’d got changed at your house, trying to fix his red and splotchy face as much as you could.

Outside the church entrance you stood hand in hand, Nico staring at you sadly “I don’t want to lose you”

You shook your head softly, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him softly and mumble

“You’ll always be mine even if I’m not yours”

He couldn’t answer before his family came out, shouting at him where he was. You smiled softly and whispered something about leaving before you turned around and walked away.

He watched you walk back to the car, watching you walk away from him for the last time.

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine

[stargirlrchive]

ocean eyes: chapter two ✩ jake sully

masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ocean eyes masterlist

summary: widow!jake sully x female!reader, 10 year age-gap. jake is lowkey sunshine <3 reader is grumpy! arranged marriage/marriage of convenience, eventual smut + wc - 1,753

comments: part two lovers, i love reader, she's is slay girl boss fr ! idk what to say lmao but tysm for the love on part one, i hope you love this just as much! also omg pls check this out, @saltsacc drew what they think reader looks like and she's gorg! i litch cried ! but okay bye lovers <3 part three should be up on thursday <3

previous ✩ next 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

The morning time had come quickly, the bright sun hitting your features and it disrupted your wonderful slumber. But if the sun hadn't woken you up, your sister's voice certainly would have. “Tsmuke! You need to be ready by now. Oh Great Mother, give me strength!”

You rubbed at your sleepy eyes, throwing her an annoyed glance, “Why are you being so strange? They are just other Na’vi. Or let me guess, Eywa has let you know they are of importance?”

Ronal pinched at her nose, “If you must know, he is Toruk Makto. He was the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya. He is important, more than you know!”

You laughed quietly, “Do not let Tonowari hear you, you sound enamored.”

“Stupid girl!”

You laughed louder, shaking your head as you stretched before getting up. “Make haste!”

You hissed at her lightly, your good-hearted nature wearing thin as she rushed you. You quickly washed your face, Ronal helping you by fixing up your hair. “Oh Eywa, you are preparing me like I am going to marry the man!”

She said nothing, her nervous fingers quickly braiding a few pearls into your hair. “What is so special about him anyway?”

“Did you not hear what I said? He is Toruk Makto.”

You huffed in annoyance, “Of course I heard you sister, but-” Your shoulders shrugged, “How mighty can he be if he left his whole clan behind?”

She smacked your shoulder roughly, “Ow! Ronal-”

“Must you always be so crass? His mate died a few years back.”

“How did she die?”

“Protecting her children, in the battle field. I do not know much else.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, instantly feeling guilty, “Oh.”

“Yes, oh. So be kind to him, to all of them.”

“You may think poorly of me sister, but I am not mean.”

Ronal’s fingers stilled in her movements, face scrunching up as she mulled over what you said, “I do not think poorly of you.”

You didn't say anything else, toying with your fingers as you sat in front of Ronal, “Tsmuke, I do not think poorly of you.”

You grumbled out quietly, “You already said that.”

“I-I just want what is best for you, and at times I do not think you know how to find that for yourself.”

“Ronal, I am happy.”

“You are reckless! You think I do not know why you behave the way you do? You want the attention you lacked as a child, but you are grown now. There are responsibilities and duties you must fulfill.”

Her harsh words caused tears to well to your eyes, pulling away from her, “You do not listen!”

“And you do not obey!”

“Why should I? You are my sister, not my mother! Just because you ended up happy with Tonowari does not mean I will end up happy with whoever you stick me with. I love my freedom far too much to give it up.”

She sighed in exasperation, “Well that is not your decision. It is the Great Mother’s and she has spoken to me.”

It dawned upon you then, what all this was about. The enthusiasm to have you meet the Toruk Makto, dressing you up. “You are planning to mate me with that man?”

There was a glimmer of guilt in her eyes, but it was shaken away as she nodded her head. “He is a good man, with a strong heart. He will be good for you.”

Your words were low, quite with disbelief, “I cannot believe you.”

Ronal said nothing, “I always knew you wanted me out of your life, too much of a burden for you and Tonowari but I did not expect you to push me into the arms of the first man you saw!”

A spike of pain ran through Ronal, this is exactly what she feared. She made her way to you, the apology already starting to fall from her mouth but your shaky finger pointing at her stopped her movements. “Stop! Don’t-do not come near me!”

Your ears flattened against your head, the words getting caught in Ronal’s throat as she watched your eyes pool with tears. “Please get out so I can change.”

Ronal’s fear of hurting you even more had her walking out of the marui, leaving you to wallow in your own pity as you dressed yourself.

Tonowari instantly wrapped Ronal into his arms, rubbing against her back to soothe her, “Wari, she is going to hate me for the rest of her life.”

He shushed her quietly, having heard everything that happened, “No she will not, Yawne. You know how nervous you were before we actually mated. It is a big step in our lives, we just need to let her be.”

Ronal let herself bask in the warmth Tonowari provided, pulling away just a few seconds before you stepped out. Ronal’s eyes scanned over you, you looked so beautiful. She wanted to compliment you but knew you'd take it as mockery, some sort of jab to make you feel worse. So she said nothing, walking besides Tonowari and you followed quickly behind the two.

You were far more quiet than normal, and it hit Ronal just how much she actually enjoyed your inability to remain quiet. Tonowari called your name, “Did you hear me?”

“No-I did not.”

“I said I think he will be good for you.”

“If you say so.”

The pair shared a look, your tame behavior caused a sense of worry to nestle into Ronal. They entered the marui of Jake Sully, the Na’vi was sharpening his knives but other than that, it was empty. Tonowari cleared his throat, Jake’s head snapped up and was greeted with the three of you. “Tonowari, Ronal-oel ngati kameie.”

His eyes shifted to you, your eyes were already locked on him and Jake felt his ears twitch. Ronal uttered your name out, “This is my Tsmuke.”

“Oel ngati kameie, Jake Sully.”

“Oel ngati kameie.”

He noticed your intricate top, your pretty hair and how your skin glowed beautifully against the sun. He felt his throat instantly dry up the more he took you in. “We spoke briefly yesterday of your stay here.”

“Oh, yes.”

“The Tsahik and I have discussed what we wish for you to be able to stay. We know you have come seeking Uturu, a fresh start but we must also ensure this is safe for the clan. Beneficial to our people. You understand?”

Jake nodded his head, he more than most understood what it was like to make decisions that he did not entirely want for the prosperity of the clan. “Well, we can allow you and your family to stay if you mate with a woman of the Metkayina Clan. More specifically, with her.”

Your ears turned downwards slightly, but still you held his gaze. That was certainly not what he expected. “We understand that it may be hard to just thrust this upon you, so we will give you both time to adjust. She will be the one to train you, help you adjust to life near the water.”

A swift flicker of anger made its way to your eyes, turning towards Tonowari, “I do not have time to train him.”

“Well then you will make time.”

Your eyes rolled back, anger seeping into his family home from you alone. Jake would be lying if he said he did not enjoy seeing you so agitated, especially when it came to him. He fought the smile that was trying to make its way to his face the more he watched you. “What do you say, JakeSully?”

Your eyes jumped back to him, there was a look in your eyes that he could not quite place but it excited him beyond belief, “If that is what you wish. I only hope I can speak to my children about this before the clan is made aware?”

Your mouth dropped slightly in disbelief, confusion webbing its way into your mind as to why he would agree to this so willingly. You thought you'd have time, time to be on your worst behavior around him so he can back out before he even agreed. But no, he had already said yes to you.

Your arms crossed over your chest stubbornly, huffing out a breath of annoyance as you watched the smallest of smiles fall across his features. Ronal was trying her best to contain her excitement, she had always wanted you to mate with someone, and it appeared that the time was soon.

She turned to look at you and was unsurprised to find you glaring at the Toruk Makto, your lip jutting out in an angry pout. “Very well, JakeSully. Make your preparations and we will announce it during a feast a few weeks down the line, yes?”

He only hummed, eyes still locked onto yours. You rolled your eyes at him, he was clearly enjoying himself, “Can I leave now?”

Ronal called your name but you ignored her, walking fast out of the home and towards the beach.

Tonowari’s mouth turned into a thin line as he sent an awkward look towards Jake. “She is very kind, just-strong willed.”

A quiet laugh left Jake’s mouth, “I can see that.”

He walked with the two out of his mauri, his eyes scanning the waters and he locked onto your form, jumping head first into the water as an ilu swam towards you. Ronal tsk’ed quietly, “She is going to ruin her clothes.”

Jake watched you retreat further into the water, your animal easily gliding along as you got smaller and smaller. “Are you sure she will show up to train me?”

Jake’s eyes moved over to Tonowari, “Yes, I will make sure of it.”

Jake’s fingers reached his forehead, signing them goodbye as they walked away. He let out a quiet breath, his thoughts consumed with excitement and wonderment at just how these next few weeks may play out.

Your feelings on the matter were entirely different, anger coursing through your veins as you swam out past the reef.

Ao’nung and Tsireya shared a look, noticing the angry glare on your face when you didn’t even bother to stop and talk to them. “Should we tell Sa’nok and Sempul?”

Ao’nung shook his head at his younger sister, “Ma’ will pluck her eyes out for real this time.”

Tsireya fumbled with her fingers nervously, “Ao’nung, it is going to storm, she didn’t look to be thinking clearly-”

He watched your form retreating farther and farther, heading towards the Three Brothers rocks. “If she does not return in an hour we will call for father.”

Tsireya sighed quietly but listened all the same, returning back to her task at hand. “So, you must learn to breathe from here.” She pointed to her stomach, “Take deep breaths, fill your lungs and slow your heart. It will assist with staying underwater longer.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Three hours had passed by and you were still out past the reef, finding refuge in the mountains as the waters turned violent, your ilu having swam away as it noticed the dangers of the water. You huffed out in frustration, Ronal was truly going to kill you now.

Ao’nung was the first to notice just how late it had become. By the way the sun was hitting just a few moments ago, he could tell that well more than an hour's time had passed, and you were still not back. The water rocked them violently, and Tsireya’s sharp gasp of air at seeing a lone ilu swimming back only furthered his fear for you. His parents were going to kill you.

“Tsireya-”

“We must cut the training short, we will see you all tomorrow.”

Both Ao’nung and Tsireya swam quickly back to shore, leaving behind four confused Omatikaya Na’vi. “Their aunt, she’s-how do I put this nicely-rebellious?”

Rotxo laughed quietly, shaking his head as he watched his two friends swim as fast they could back to the beach. “Lets head back, no point in training with the waters like this.”

The two siblings entered their marui, surprised to find Jake sitting with their parents, they both dipped their heads to the former Olo’eyktan before turning to their parents, “Have you seen Tanhí?”

“That is why we are here, Sa’nok.”

Ronal’s brows raised in question, noticing the tremble of worry in her daughter's voice, “She-she left past the reef a few hours ago.”

Ronal swore she felt her blood pressure go up, feeling woozy at her sister's complete disregard for rules. “But-”

“But what?”

Ao’nung watched his younger sister's ears pin to her head, losing her voice, “But she has not returned, and the ilu she rode on did. She rode in the direction of the Three Brothers.”

Tonowari let out a deep breath, his head throbbed roughly as he looked out to see how violent the waters were. “I will be back shortly.”

“Sempul-the water is dangerous.”

“Yes, but knowing your Aunt the trouble she is in is more volatile than the waters.”

Jake noticed how calm the breeze was despite the rain, it was perfect weather to take flight. “I know where Three Brother’s rocks are. I can fly on my Ikran, it is safer than you riding out on a Tsurak.”

Ronal protested quickly, knowing her sister, “I do not think that is a good idea, JakeSully.”

He felt a bit of disappointment settle into his chest, he couldn’t help it, he was so intrigued by you. And truth be told, maybe it was a stupid part of him, but he liked the idea of saving you. Or at least helping you. From what he had heard, you were more than capable to fend for yourself. “It really is no big deal, I will be back quickly.”

He was hoping his eagerness was not evident in his voice, and with the worried look Ronal shared with Tonowari he was sure it wasn’t. “We should let him? Yes-might ease your sister's resistance if he’s the one to go for her?”

Tonowari was asking, but Ronal knew he had already made up his mind. She sighed quietly, “Fine-sure. Just-I cannot guarantee she will greet you with a warm smile.”

Jake refrained from thumping his tail in excitement, “It’s fine. I will not take it to heart.”

Jake quickly made his way outside, calling for Bob just as his children made their way towards the beach. “Sir?”

Neteyam, his oldest, was looking at him in confusion. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I will be back shortly.”

He sent all of them a smile, instructing his Ikran to take flight. The air got colder the further he was from the beach and it caused a shiver to run down his spine. He was well past the reef, and searching for you within ten minutes. As his Ikran gently flew around he caught the blur of teal blue amongst one of the tall rocks. His head shook, a laugh threatening to fall from his mouth, as even from this far away you looked upset.

He did not know you, but he was curious, beyond interested in knowing you. There was a deep itch in the back of his brain that seemed to only simmer at the thought of you. Call him stupid, he had only caught a few glimpses of you, but he felt the pull. He hoped you felt it too.

With quick glides he was by your side, dismounting Bob with ease as he sent you a smile. Your eyes narrowed in on him, annoyance clear as day on your features. Jake’s lips tugged gently, refraining from cracking you a toothy smile. “Why are you here?”

“Hello to you too.”

You grumbled out angrily, arms crossing along your chest as you looked away from him. “I am here to take you back.”

Your thick tail swayed behind you in annoyance, “I was perfectly fine here. Waiting for the storm to pass.”

“I am sure you were, but I am here now. So let me take you back.”

You did not like the tone he had with you, his accent thick with humor as he watched you. It only caused your irritation to spike up. “I do not know you. Plus I am not used to riding on-those bird things. I rather not.”

Bob huffed at your words, clacking loudly at you. “They’re Ikrans, and very smart.”

Jake was sure his voice was dripping with his amusement, he couldn’t help it. You made him laugh. “I know what they are!” You all but shrieked, “Does not make me trust them anymore so.”

Jake laughed, shaking his head at you. Your eyes narrowed in on him, irritation flowing through you so deeply you refrained from yelling at him. You hissed at him, and it caused a harder laugh to leave his lips.

“If you keep me here for any longer, Tonowari will come searching for us. You are already in trouble with your sister. Do you wish to make it worse?”

“I am not a child!”

“That is very obvious, so why make this harder than it needs to be?”

Jake quickly mounted his Ikran, he was almost positive you would follow after him. You weighed your options, you knew Ronal would be angry with you, should you really test your luck?

You groaned out in frustration, walking towards Jake and his Ikran. This was far scarier than taming a Tsurak, you would have no control on the animal. His five fingered hand extended to you, and you could not help but stare. His fingers were scarred, and calloused, slipping your fingers together as he pulled you up.

You swiftly threw a leg over the Ikran, shifting farther back on the animal as you were pressed too close to him. “Hold on.”

“I am fine as I am.”

He shook his head, creating Tsaheylu with his Ikran and the animal instantly jolted forward. You were thrown back lightly, hands instinctively wrapping around his waist to keep you steady. If you could see Jake’s face he was sure you’d hiss at him once again. The smallest of smirks fell onto his features.

The cool wind caused a shiver to run down your back, admiring how beautiful the island looked even in the darkness of the storm. You peaked your head to look ahead, frowning deeper the closer you arrived to the beach. “I hope you know I could have made my way back without you.”

“And I do not doubt that.”

“Good.”

As you both landed, you could see Ronal’s angry face as she stomped towards you. “Here we go.”

Jake helped you dismount, jumping quickly down after you. “See what I mean! Reckless!”

You rolled your eyes at your sister, walking straight past her and towards your home. Jake could see the exhaustion on Ronal’s face. He would be lying if he said he did not sympathize with her. It was clear that she cared for you deeply, but there were some lines blurred between the two of you. “Thank you, JakeSully.”

Jake only dipped his head down at the Tsahik, watching your figure retreat farther away.



⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

🏷️; @mashiromochi @midhito @neteyamforlife @adaiasafira @ambria @sillyfreakfanparty​ @fanboyluvr​ @jakescumdump​ @itscheybaby​ @iwanttohitmyself​ @janeety​ @haitanismainhoe @daribakugo @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @lemonmoonmochi​ @dazedshoon @amanda-678 @randxmthxughts @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @wekiamo @iwanttogohomeandtakeanap @theroyalbrownbarbie @1ntefly @nyylovestowrite @rianapntn @crazy4books1 @jakesullylongjuicyshlong @kikookii @ducks118 @bucky12345 @elegantkidfansoul @bold-writing @1-800-fandomsdestroyedme @graysonmalik2550 @milequaritchsslut @23victoria @kamcrazy123 @annamarieisbae @k----a27s @tojigirl @lynbubble @outspokenmatters​ @amanda-678 @alexandra-001​

#jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar jake sully x reader #avatar jake sully #jake sully angst #jake sully smut #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar twow #avatar x reader #avatar smut #avatar 2009 #avatar 2022 #avatar 1 #avatar 2 #tonowari x ronal #ronal #tonowari #avatar tonowari #avatar ronal

[1800-lemonadeg1rl]

Jealousy

Wanda Maximoff x reader ☆

Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆

Summary - pretty much is what it says on the tin. After you try to avoid your crush you find jealousy eating at you.

Warnings: stupid, possibly cringe, maybe a little angst? Idrk, happy ending, jealousy, gay,

A/n: this is the first fic I've written since I was thirteen and I did it just to avoid being involved with my parents fight. Also my grammar probably isn't that great bc I haven't slept in 2 days so pls comment any corrections. Any feedback is so so appreciated

You didn't know when it had started. How even. But you had somehow become infatuated with fellow avenger and best friend Wanda maximoff. To put it simply you had a crush on her, a stupid schoolgirl crush that was beginning to crash down on your friendship with her.

It was small things at first, avoiding eye contact so you wouldn't blush under her gaze or not sitting next to her at meals. Next it was finding reasons not to hang out alone.

Little to your knowledge Wanda had noticed all these things and had begun to wonder if she'd upset you in someway that maybe you didn't like her the way she'd always admired you. She tried to approach you to go out for lunch to try and apologise for whatever she thought you were upset about but before she'd had chance to speak you'd scurried off saying something about needing to train.

And so life went on for Wanda as heartbroken she was that you seemed to want to distance the close friendship youd shared that she'd once thought could be more she didn't want to spend forever alone and crushed.

Thats when your jealousy started.

"Yeah the date actually went really well last night." You'd heard the sweet sokovian accent ring out across the kitchen as you'd shuffled into get your breakfast. Still half asleep you mumbled as you poured a coffee.

"You've got a date?" It came out a little more territorial than you'd intended. Despite your small efforts to dissipate your crush on the woman you were still annoyed at whoever thought they could date the girl you liked, that you should be with.

Not that you were looking at her but Wandas face seemed to light up when you initiated a conversation with her. After weeks of dead silence she'd want nothing more than to hear your voice which she'd describe as honey like and melodic to the ears.

"Yes, yes I am. A second one actually." You could feel your face redden slightly and twitch in annoyance at the words that left Wanda's lips. A second?! Not only had she had one date with someone else it had gone so well they wanted a second.

"You shouldn't go out with them." The words leave your lips quicker than you can stop them. And you look to see Wanda's face, her mouth open wide as her bottom lip twitched slightly.

Shit. You'd upset her. You'd upset the girl you loved. "I... I.. I mean.." You stammered through your sentence trying to find an exscuse for what you'd said. "I just mean.. your an avenger you should do a background check on them first and.. uh.. make sure you know they're legit and not a spy or something." After saying that you quickly fled the kitchen leaving your full cup of coffee much to the confusion of Wanda who'd had just about enough of the way you were acting.

That evening you were in your room catching up on a drama you'd originally started with Wanda but since you'd decided youd ruined your friendship beyond recovery you wanted to finish it yourself.

Then came a small delicate knock on the door. That was how Wanda knocked. Oh god you recognised how she knocked now, how would you ever get over her?

"I'm working go awa-.." You tried to get out quickly at the door as you rapidly turned the tv down and hoped she'd leave you alone.

Before you were even done your sentence she'd interuppted and responded. "Don't say another word. I can hear killing eve (srry I can't think of another tv show) playing in there. Let me in so we can talk."

You waited a beat thinking about the small list options you had right now to avoid the confrontation at your door, none of which would work or were very smart and would probably be more embarrassing than admitting the truth. So reluctantly you let her in. Twisting the handle slowly giving her all the time she needed to change her mind and leave.

Unfortunately that didn't happen and instead she waited patiently before heading over to your bed a flopping down on it in the ever so casual way she used to. As if no time has passed.

"Okay speak. Tell me whats wrong? What did I do to you?" She asks looking up at you with what looks like anger? No, no it was hurt. Everything from her wide watery eyes to her sweaty palms read that she was hurt and was nervous to why you'd been avoiding her.

"Its not you." Was all you could manage to spit out in the moment. Why had you even avoided her so much when all it had done was harm your best friend.

"Okay so what is it?"

She was relentless, she wasn't going to leave until you explained yourself and your recent actions. Being honest you couldn't blame her if it was the other way round you'd want to know.

"I..." You stare at her gorgeous face eyes flicking between her plump lips and her soft, glimmering eyes even in this moment struggling to make eye contact with her without a blush spreading across your cheeks. "I like you.. as like more than friends."

You watched on as her face contorted. The way she bit the inside of her cheek and her soft eyes hardening in time with your admittal. The hurt was long gone and replaced with an annoyance that you had blanked her instead of admitting your feelings but also a small glimmer of hope that it wasn't too late for you two.

"So what? You didn't think to tell me." She gets up from the bed. "Your rational descion was to ignore me in hopes of what?!" She was pacing now. "In hopes of what?" She repeats and suddenly your also stood up trying to open your mouth to speak but she won't give you the time. "In hopes I'd dissappear or your feelings would and we could just be friends again?"

Meekly you nodded. You had ignored her to try and make your feelings go away.

"Did you not think about me? Maybe I wanted you to have feelings for me. Maybe I want to be with you." She was speaking again and nearing you with each word.

"I.. didn't think you liked me like that.. I thought that you'd hate me."you try and explain my poor actions. "Look I'm really sorry.. I didn't know you felt like this about me."

You grab her arm forcing her to stop angrily pacing around the room and to talk to you again hoping it would calm her slightly. "..please I am. I'm really sorry Wanda.. I've missed speaking to you so much, I've missed you so much." Your further apologies seem to lessen her anger as she realises what you had done was unintentional and you'd never meant to cause this.

"You can make it up to me then."

"How?" She was offering to forgive you and that was enough. You'd do anything to stop her being angry with you ever again.

"Take me on a date."

A/n - I can write a pt 2 or follow up if anyone is interested <33

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #marvel #wanda x you #wanda fluff #wanda #wanda maximoff fluff #idk how to tag this #wanda x fem!reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximommy #wanda maximoff x female reader #lemonade writes☆•

[buttercupjosh]

Jump Then Fall (The 4 times everyone else thinks you’re Quinn’s romantic partner and the 1 time you actually are)

(Gif credit to @gabelandeskog)

Word count: 5,045

Genres: strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: none

A/N: I’ve had this specific idea in my mind for about 2 years but never wrote it out because I decided to write other things first and took certain things from this concept and kinda put it into my other stories but after Quinn was named captain in September 2023, I decided to write it out. (Speaking of my other stories, I did write a Quinn fic in 2022, which you should check out). The title and this story is based off of the song, Jump Then Fall by Taylor Swift. It’s set from this past week (October 7th-14th), with additional fictional elements added. (Yes, I decided to publish it on Quinn's birthday because why not?) It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC or a woman and there’s little dialogue. As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌

(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check it out)

“I was enchanted to meet you” -Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Prologue

Losing in a fantasy sports league can come with many different types of punishment, whether it’s being forced to eat a pancake for every wrong player you picked or putting in extra money in the winning jackpot. Your punishment for losing in the fantasy sports league you participated in was wearing a very 2014 Tumblr-esque “lol ur not Quinn Hughes” shirt that your best friend got you as a gag gift for Christmas to a Canucks game. This punishment came at a convenient time when you already planned to be in Vancouver for a work conference. Accepting your fate, you proudly donned the cringey t-shirt at the game, and as expected, people did look at you weirdly. What you didn’t plan at all was that your game seats happened to be located next to where a group of some of the Canucks WAGs were sitting. Lenasia, Ethan Bear’s fiance, noticed your shirt and immediately began talking to you. You explained to her why you were wearing such a thing and that clicked an idea in her brain. Lenasia turned away, began talking again to the other WAGs she was with, and was also frantically texting someone. After a brief period, Lenasia faced back towards you and told you to wait after the game because she had a surprise for you. You had a slight inkling of what that surprise was but silently hoped that it didn’t actually come true. 

After the game was completed, Lenasia led you through the tunnels of Rogers Arena and told security that you were with her. It felt weird to hear her say that, considering that you just met her a few hours ago. You stood together outside of the Canucks locker room and the feeling of embarrassment continued to rise within you as the guys filed out, some of them laughed at your shirt and then, you saw him. Quinn was right there, less than 10 feet away from you. Your suspicions were right; you would have just settled for a signed item from him and have no interaction with him but you were actually going to meet him right now. You felt like you were going to pass out but tried your best to maintain your composure. Lenasia introduced you to Quinn and told him the same story of why you were wearing a shirt with his name on it. Quinn didn’t fully quite understand why the shirt was such a big deal but agreed to take the photo with you. He was nice enough to wrap his arm around you with a side hug and being that close together oddly felt natural and comfortable for two people who had just met for the first time. After the photo was finished being taken, Quinn kindly offered to sign your shirt so he inked his signature on your right shoulder. You thanked Quinn and Lenasia again for everything and left to return to your hotel. It was a lot to process but you were rightfully shocked that you started your night fulfilling some silly punishment and ended it by meeting the person whose name is on your shirt.

The following day, you sent the photo of you and Quinn from the night before to your friends and your friends joked in the groupchat that if you played your cards right, you might be next in line to date him. Yes, you posted about it on Instagram and tagged Quinn so everyone knew you actually met him. Since the day after you met was an off day, Quinn had some time to scroll through Instagram and he saw your post. Seeing your post led him to see all of your posts and eventually, he ended up in your DMs.

Do you always look that cute wearing someone’s name?, an Instagram message from a very familiar verified account read. You couldn’t believe it and thought you were somehow dreaming when you read Quinn’s message but it was very much real. You replied back: I guess I always do but I only wear the names of attractive guys and considering this is my only piece that has an athlete’s name, I guess you should consider yourself lucky ;) It felt odd to shamelessly flirt with a famous athlete (considering that most of them wouldn’t give you the time of day anyway) but it wasn’t like you were actually going to date him or be his friend anyway (or so you had thought).

The flirty interaction eventually led to the exchange of numbers and to a long message chain between the two of you that would extend on for months. You did return home from your trip to Vancouver and maintained a long-distance friendship with Quinn. Your friendship with Quinn was great; you trusted each other, shared some secrets, did virtual movie nights together sometimes, sent memes back and forth, told some of your closest friends and family about the other, and communicated on the phone constantly. Once of your favorite things to do with Quinn was that he would always call you during your morning commute to work and on his commute home after his games to decompress after the game. Since you didn’t live in an area where there was an NHL team, your options for seeing Quinn again in person were limited and you weren’t sure if you were going to ever see him again. It felt weird to ask about seeing each other in real life so everything was just kept online until one day, the timing was right to move things offline.

————————————————————

About a year into your friendship, the right opportunity opened up for you to return to Vancouver to see Quinn again. To the delight of many, Quinn was named Captain of the Canucks and he invited you out to his first game as Captain. You were important enough to him that Quinn wanted you to be there to celebrate that amazing accomplishment; you were surprised by the invitation but excited at the prospect of seeing him again. You used some of your remaining vacation time and paid for your plane ticket to and from Vancouver; Quinn wanted to pay for something so he placed you to stay in the nicest hotel that Vancouver has to offer. You were thrilled to spend a week in Vancouver and hopefully make some fun memories with Quinn while you were there.

Your anticipation for seeing him was slightly halted when Quinn revealed that he couldn’t pick you up from the airport because your flight arrived at the same time that he had captain responsibilities to fulfill in the community so you and Quinn agreed to meet to have dinner later on that evening. Emma, Anthony Beauvillier’s girlfriend, picked you up from the airport to take you to the hotel; you had never met or interacted with Emma before but you appreciated her kind favor. The drive from Vancouver International Airport to the hotel (which Quinn did not tell you beforehand because he wanted it to be a surprise) was normally a 30-minute drive, which turned into an hour drive due to traffic. While you and Emma waited in the rush hour traffic, you talked and learned more about her, her relationship with Anthony, what things are like in Quebec, and what it’s like to be a hockey WAG. Emma had a lot of questions about your relationship with Quinn and was curious as to why you, his romantic partner, weren’t around as much before. You corrected Emma by telling her that you and Quinn were just friends and nothing more and you came to support him as your friend. 

“Are you sure you and Quinn are just friends because he must really like you a lot to pay for you to stay here?”, Emma asked as you pulled up to the Fairmount Waterfront hotel.

You replied yes, you were just his friend and she handed you over your room keys that were passed to her through the chain of command. You thanked Emma for giving you a ride and you both mentioned wanting to hang out with each other again.

Quinn was not kidding when he told you that you would be staying at the best hotel in Vancouver; your room had spectacular views of the Vancouver Harbor and was very fancy. As you got ready for your dinner with Quinn, you began to reflect on your conversation with Emma about him. You could admit that he was endearingly handsome and had qualities that you were looking for in a boyfriend but you and Quinn never really discussed romantic pursuits and outside of that initial flirty exchange when you first started talking to each other and the occasional compliment, there wasn’t much flirting really going on between you. You had always assumed that Quinn had someone, whether it was someone in Vancouver or in Michigan, waiting in the wings for him. Your thoughts were interrupted when you got a text from Quinn that he was coming up to the room. It was happening; for the first time in over a year, you got to see your internet best friend in person and you were ecstatic. Although he had a copy of the hotel room key, Quinn knocked on your hotel room door and a smile beamed across both of your faces as you recognized who was standing at the doorway. Quinn engulfed you in a long-awaited hug and you rocked back and forth. There were many areas in his life that made him feel delighted but hearing you laugh was one of the best sounds to him and holding you in his arms was the greatest feeling.

After separating, you realized that Quinn was dressed for a night in while you were dressed for a night out. The weather app indicated that a storm was rolling in so Quinn dressed to stay in at the hotel, order food, and have a movie night, while you were willing to brave the rain to try some of Vancouver’s cuisine. Quinn thought that you looked nice and wished that he communicated to you that Vancouver storms were no joke and you looking cute in your rain jacket wasn’t going to push him to go out in such weather either. He also really wanted to spend time with you without the distractions that come from him going out in public. You agreed to order in and changed into more comfy clothes while you waited for the food to arrive. Preseason hockey was over so Quinn decided to treat himself (and you) to some authentic Chinese food from his favorite place. As you and Quinn indulged on the delicious Chinese food, you began catching up with each other on what had occurred in your lives recently. As Quinn shared what had been going on his life lately, you heard all of the words he was saying but the only thing you were thinking about was how you just wanted to be together and you would lose focus sometimes as he spoke. You and Quinn kept talking so much on so many different topics that it was almost midnight before you decided to watch a movie. You settled on watching Ferris Buller’s Day Off before drifting off to sleep.

————————————————————

For Quinn, it felt surreal to wake up the following morning next to you. After being in contact with you for over a year, here you were, right there, sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. Throughout the night, Quinn was respectful of your boundaries and no lines were crossed, everything was kept PG. You were awoken by the sound of water running coming from the bathroom and waited for Quinn to emerge out. After he came out of the bathroom, you discussed the day’s plan (which there wasn’t really one) and decided to go to breakfast at a very special place. Quinn still had some time off before the first game of the season so you had even more extra time to spend with him.

On the car ride to the restaurant, you began to imagine what it would be like to live in Vancouver. Sure, this wasn’t your first time there but you saw it in a different light as you were gazing outside of the car window with Quinn by your side. You arrived at your destination and Quinn got out and kindly came around to open the door for you; it was a sweet gesture that he didn’t have to do.

The restaurant was the same cafe that Quinn and Petey tended to frequent and the wait staff at the restaurant was so familiar with him, down to the point that they knew his exact order: plain buttermilk waffles topped with whipped cream, strawberries, raspberries, and sides of bacon, potatoes, and guacamole. The waitress, an older woman named Louise, reminded you of an endearing grandmother figure; she even put your meal on the house as a treat. After the meal concluded and you were on the way back to Quinn’s car, a fan was waiting right outside of the restaurant for an opportunity to meet the captain of their favorite team. The fan approached you, Quinn’s romantic partner, to take their photo together. You wanted to correct the fan for being wrong but you also could tell that Quinn wanted to get going so you let it be; besides, Quinn didn’t even hear the fan address you as his lover. Quinn later on apologized for the fan encounter but it wasn’t an issue for you, you understood who he was and the things that came with being a famous athlete and you expected something like that might happen while you were together. You continued on the rest of your spontaneous day, being touristy around Vancouver, visiting Gastown, Stanley Park, and Granville Island with the cutest tour guide.

————————————————————

Your time in Vancouver coincided with Canadian Thanksgiving. Dinner is usually held at the team captain’s house and since Quinn is the captain, dinner would be held at his place but since his apartment couldn’t quite hold the entire team, Tyler Myers offered to host dinner at his home. It was exciting to celebrate a holiday together and learn more about each other’s Thanksgiving traditions but it also made you feel a little nervous because you would be meeting more of Quinn’s teammates and spending time with their families. The Canucks team’s Thanksgiving dinner was potluck style and everyone had to bring something so you and Quinn offered to bring a dessert. You decided to make pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and Quinn graciously purchased the ingredients for you and let you use his kitchen. Quinn was a good sous chef; he actually enjoyed baking with you and you both had fun together. You even got into a little squabble over who would wash the dishes before agreeing that you would wash them and Quinn would dry them. After the cookies were done, you both got ready for dinner. 

On the car ride over to the Myers house, your mind began to wander, contemplating about the domestic moment you shared earlier with Quinn and how you would want more moments like that with him. Quinn felt the same way but wasn’t sure how to verbally tell you that. Before you knew it, you had arrived at your destination. You casually mixed and mingled with the other Canucks players and their families; as expected, some of the players had kids and the kids were curious to know who you were and you explained to them that you were Quinn’s friend. Tristan, Tyler’s son, asked if you were Quinn’s lover friend and you were going to tell him no but you were interrupted by the message that dinner was about to be served so you let it go.

Despite your initial nervousness about the event, dinner actually went well and your cookies were a hit. The other Canucks players and their wives and girlfriends accepted you well into their group; they liked you for you and they liked you with Quinn. Due to the fact he’s their captain, some of the guys pushed Quinn into giving a speech and he expressed his thankfulness and gratitude on such a special holiday; he even looked at you when he mentioned how glad he was to have the people in the room as a part of his life.

During the post-dinner relaxation time, you and Quinn settled into watching the CFL game that was on before Tristan came up to ask the both of you to play hide and seek with him and his sister, Skylar. The football game wasn’t that interesting to either of you so you both agreed to play. Since you were the guest, the kids had you count first. 

As you were looking to see where Quinn and the kids were hiding, you observed around the Myers home and began to think about how this was something that you had desired to have one day; a home full of love, laughter, and children. You checked the guest room closet to see if anyone was hiding in there before greeting Quinn by shouting BOO as soon as you opened the door. Instead of stepping out to help you find Skylar and Tristan, Quinn pulled you back into the closet and shut the door for a quiet moment alone. Quinn’s heart was beating super fast, not just because you inflicted fear into him for a brief second, but also because you were close to each other inside the dark closet. You obviously couldn’t see in the darkness but Quinn kept staring at the presumed outline of your mouth because he wanted pull you closer and kiss you so bad. Quinn almost had his chance to ask but was interrupted by the sound of children’s feet pattering on the ground and the door opening. Tristan quickly corrected you that as the counter, you were not allowed to hide until it was your turn to hide. An all-too-familiar chuckle came out of Quinn and you rolled your eyes at him since he was the one who caused you to break the rules before playing another round of hide and seek with the kids.

When it was time to say goodbye, Tristan and Skylar came over to give you a departing hug and Tristan loudly said that he had fun with you, Quinn’s special friend. It warmed your heart to hear his little voice say that to you. Before dropping you off back at the hotel, you had asked Quinn if he was going to stop and get his annual Thanksgiving apple pie slice from the bakery. He had mentioned his Thanksgiving tradition to you only once but it meant a lot to him that you had remembered that. Due to the fact that you made dessert from scratch, Quinn forgot to pick up the pie beforehand to bring to the party and the bakery with the pie that he enjoyed was already closed, but it was okay. Quinn didn’t mind skipping his tradition because he got to make a new memory with you. You and Quinn had such a good time at the Thanksgiving dinner and you had quietly hoped to get the opportunity to spend more holidays together.

————————————————————

The Canucks home opener was finally here. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking for Quinn; he knew that this day was coming but it felt a little more surreal that it was actually here. Quinn’s parents, Ellen and Jim, even flew in to watch their son receive his official captaincy before jetting off to go watch Jack and Luke at the Devils home opener the following day. You felt a bit of deja vu being back at Rogers Arena, since that was the place you and Quinn had met over a year ago, but that deja vu feeling came in a good way. It was fun to watch warmups with the other WAGs and you got to see Emma again. As warmups went on, you held J.T. Miller’s son, Owen, in your arms while Natalie Miller held her daughters, Scarlett and Scottlyn, closer to the glass to give them a better view to see their father on the ice. Since the day was very busy for Quinn, the only time he got to see you was for a brief second during warmups. Quinn’s heart swelled up with joy when he saw you at the glass, holding baby Owen and he also thought you looked so stunning and beautiful in your outfit. He wanted to pass you a puck but instead, he gave you a quick wink and passed a puck to a young fan with a sign and continued to skate around. 

Warmups were over and the game was about to start soon so you went up to your seats. Instead of having you sit with the other WAGs, Quinn got you a ticket next to his parents. Of course, Quinn wanted you to meet his parents for the first time in a much more formal way but due to the limited time that you all had in Vancouver, it was slightly more convenient for you to meet his parents while at the game. It was a little awkward at first to meet Quinn’s parents because you were just Quinn’s long-distance friend and meeting the parents is a big deal but Jim and Ellen already knew who you were because you were important enough to their son that he had told them about you. Ellen mentioned to you that she suspected you were dating Quinn because he spoke so highly about you, indicating a possible crush but always shut it down by mentioning that you were just friends.

When it was time for Quinn to be introduced as captain, you got delightful goosebumps on your body because you were so proud of him. You already knew he was captain but watching some of the old Canucks captains pass the torch over to one of your best friend’s brought a rush of happiness to you; your heart even skipped a beat as he put on the jersey with the “C” on it. The game itself was amazing; the Canucks beat the Oilers 8 to 1 and Quinn had a 3-point night. Throughout little moments during the game, Jim and Ellen would ask you different questions about yourself and share tidbits about Quinn; it was nice that they were actively engaging and getting to know you. You were worried that Jim and Ellen wouldn’t like you as a person and for their son but it turns out that they enjoyed your presence and it also didn’t hurt that it was really fun to cheer for Quinn alongside his parents.

After the game was over, you, Jim, and Ellen walked down the same tunnels to the Canucks dressing room that you had walked to over a year ago when you met Quinn for the first time but this time, you weren’t as nervous to see him. Still experiencing the high from the evening’s successful game, Quinn was so ecstatic to see you, waiting for him with his beloved parents. When Quinn had invited you to come to his game, he had imagined seeing you again in those familiar halls with his parents in his mind and that moment of imagination came true. In his post-game interview, Quinn had mentioned that he would hold onto the night’s memories forever and you would also hold onto those memories in your own way too.

————————————————————

Since the Canucks had to leave for a roadtrip after their home opener and you were leaving soon, you had one last day to both celebrate Quinn’s birthday early and also to do something to say farewell to you. Instead of just a big fancy birthday/goodbye dinner, you and Quinn decided to go out for a day on the golf course and out to a casual dinner afterward; you also had to run a few errands because Quinn needed to grab some things before leaving on his upcoming road trip. Quinn picked you up to go with him to drop off his parents at the airport so that you could see them again and he wanted your opinion on some things when he went to IKEA. The car ride over to the airport was fine and Jim and Ellen didn’t mind getting in some extra time with their potential child-in-law. You and Quinn stepped out of the car to help with their bags and give his parents a goodbye hug. While you were giving the Hughes family some space and waiting in the car, Ellen whispered in her son’s ear that you were a keeper. His mother was right and Quinn had known that from the moments that he spent with you, the conversations you shared together and you were everything he ever wanted. Quinn had the keys to unlock your heart but he just needed to use them. Throughout the entire time you were there, Quinn began mentally preparing himself to confess his feelings for you somehow but those plans always fell flat because the anxiety of not being sure if you liked him romantically lingered throughout the air and he was scared to ruin the friendship you shared. He was falling for you hard but he was afraid to take that leap.

With one final wave goodbye, Jim and Ellen left for their flight to New Jersey and you and Quinn continued on the day’s itinerary. Goodbyes were always going to be a bit difficult, no matter who or what you were saying goodbye to. Quinn tried to not wear his heart on his sleeve and be strong but you could tell that Quinn was sad to see his parents go so you reached over and gently placed your hand on top of his. Quinn told you thank you and you shared a quick glance with him before arriving at IKEA. Instead of immediately telling you how he felt, you and Quinn aimlessly wandered around the large store; you had mentioned to Quinn that his apartment was missing a floor lamp in the living room so that he didn’t have to use the overhead ceiling light as much and he took you to IKEA to help him pick one out. Thursday afternoons at IKEA were quiet so it was almost like you and Quinn had the whole store to yourselves. As you walked through the store, you and Quinn looked at the different room setups and asked each other what you liked and disliked about each room setup; you also both began to imagine what it would be like to share a home together. Quinn even absentmindedly grabbed onto your hand and your fingers interlocked together for a brief second before you found the lamps and slipped your hand away to look at them. You picked out a black floor lamp that matched the aesthetic of Quinn’s apartment and continued to wander around the store until you reached the cash register. Quinn didn’t try to hold your hand again and neither of you brought up that moment for the rest of the day. Your time at the golf course was fun; being the self-proclaimed golf expert he was, Quinn did win the game. 

Quinn decided that he wanted to have his birthday dinner/last meal with you at Moxie’s. While you waited for your food to arrive, you gave Quinn his birthday gift. It was challenging to get a gift for someone who could afford plenty and rarely mentioned what they wanted so you got Quinn a signed copy of Golf Kitchen, a cookbook that included recipes from some of the most famous golf clubs around the world, and a grill set that looked like golf items; it combined two of his interests: cooking and golf. Quinn was a bit taken aback by your gift because you didn’t have to actually get him anything; your presence and time spent with him was a gift within itself. He had mentioned it before but Quinn was so grateful to have you as a part of his life and he was going to miss you tremendously once you returned home. You would miss him so much and were sad that your great time with Quinn was coming to an end; you still had an extra full day in Vancouver before your flight early Saturday but the Canucks were leaving for Edmonton on Friday after morning skate. 

After dinner, Quinn walked you up to your hotel room and you and Quinn continued to soak up all of the time you had left together as much as you could before the inevitable departure came. Before leaving, Quinn passed you a signed warm-up puck from last night’s game, mentioning that he owed it to you. You held the piece of rubber in your hand, smoothing your fingers over his signature.

“So now, you own two things with my name on it”, Quinn cheesily told you. 

You were trying to hold back your tears and masquerade your emotions but you began to sob while embracing Quinn for one last time. Quinn felt a bit emotional too and he blurted out that he was in love with you; he decided to be brave and not let the fear take over. You thought your mind was playing a trick on you when you heard him so you looked up at the green eyes that were staring and waiting for a reply from you.

“Did you just say that you’re in love with me?”, you hesitantly asked.

“Um, maybe I should have kept that to myself. I’m sor-”, Quinn rambled.

You cut Quinn off with a kiss, something that he had been waiting a while to experience with you. You repeated that you had loved Quinn back as well. A long wave of relief rushed over the both of you; the jump was worth the fall and you were there to catch him. You didn’t have to say it out loud but Quinn knew that you would always be there for him. Quinn asked if you were available to come back to visit him for Christmas and New Year’s. Maybe losing in a fantasy league wasn’t so bad after all.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #Quinn Hughes x reader #quinn hughes fic #vancouver canucks #hockey fic #my writing #hockey writing #hockey imagine #please read my story

[mrs-avenger3000]

Seeing Red

Pair: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Steve went into the ice, HYDRA took out their frustrations on his doe eyed little sister Y/n Rogers. Now after being experimented on for half her life, she’s back in Steve’s life. She’s a part of the team. A team that included the elusive Wanda Maximoff who just so happened to have saved her life. An accident forced them together, but it seems something deeper, more mysterious, is keeping them together.

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: 18+ Violence, fighting, implied smut, kissing, smut, swearing, angst, fluff, soulmate au, PTSD

A/n: I had this idea whilst reading Vampire Academy. I loved the idea of Rose and Lissa’s bond, so I tweaked it a little and turned it into a soulmate story…

Please do not copy my work or repost with the intent to take ownership of my work :) Feedback is as always welcome as are reblogs, comments and likes

1945

Things were never easy for you, you've lived through a literal world war. You lost your boyfriend and then your brother. You had given up at this point. Without your family... what did you really have? Your parents? Dead. Brother? Dead. Your love? Also dead. The only person you had left was Peggy, and she was just as distraught by Steve's death as you were.

Despite this you kept going. You were determined to ensure your brother didn't sacrifice himself for nothing. You had made it your mission to destroy HYDRA. Every fibre of your body burned with pure rage as you saw what they were doing to your home.

You had mixed feelings about Steve's sacrifice. Because yes, he thwarted their plans, and saved millions of lives, but it cost him his life. And it cost you your brother. This was the guy who would light all the candles in your bedroom every time you had a nightmare. He'd tell you that as long as the candle burns, you were safe. He's the guy who nursed you when you were sick. He taught you never to back down from a fight; he is- was the only constant in your life and you miss him terribly.

You lifted your head as you heard the door to your apartment open. You smiled sadly at Peggy. Her eyes were reddened and puffy. It didn't take you long to deduce that she had been crying again.

"I wanted to stop by... to see how you were." She mumbled, her voice slightly hoarse. You sighed, looking at your feet..

"I'm okay." You say, still looking at your feet.

"I wish I could say the same... I really, really do. I miss him so, so much." She sniffles, her eyes becoming glassy. You took a sharp intake of breath, thinking of him always hurt now. You used to think of your brother and be nothing but happy, but now that he's gone, the happy memories hurt because you know you can never experience anymore.

Thinking for a moment, you glanced at the teary woman in front of you, sighing you turned and walked into your bedroom. Pulling a cardboard box out from underneath your bed, you smiled as you saw the black-and-white picture of you and your brother at the carnival. He had face paint on and you had drawn a silly moustache on yourself. Placing the picture in your pocket, you grabbed what you originally intended to and walked back over to Peggy.

"Here, it was his favourite... it... it still smells like him." You whisper, handing her his favourite jumper. You nodded as she held it to her chest, sniffing it slightly. This seemed to make her cry harder.

"Thank you." She whispered as she slipped the jumper on over her uniform. You smiled as she did so. You knew your brother would have married this woman. She was his future, and you understood why. She was a beautiful human inside and out and you felt extreme pride when you refer to her as your friend.

You two sat and talked for hours until there was a noise that had Peggy reaching for her gun. Your anxiety bubbled as you watched her go check it out. You grabbed a knife from the kitchen and gripped it tightly. There was a loud commotion and shots were being fired, the loud bangs echoing through the walls of the apartment. You could smell the burning of... something, as the air suddenly felt warmer. Something was burning. Your worry increased as you heard Peggy groan in pain. The sudden puff of smoke confirmed your suspicions. Your apartment was now burning. "Y/N! RUN!" Peggy yelled as she came rushing into the front room, only to be tackled by a large burley looking man. He pinned her to the ground, and you glared at him.

"Let her go!" You yelled as you rushed over. Before you could get to him, you screamed as the front door was smashed in wood flew everywhere as it splintered off the door. The door crashed to the floor and your eyes widened as more people filed into the room, they were dressed in a uniform, they were soldiers and you then noticed the marks on their uniforms. Your rage soared as the HYDRA men burst into your home. You gripped the knife tightly before going after them. Even though you had no idea how you were going to win against a small army of HYDRA agents, you were determined to win. You punched, kicked, stabbed your way through the agents, but it was no use. One guy punched you so hard in the face, stars clouded your vision and you felt your eyelids become heavy.

The last thing you heard before you faded into the darkness was Peggy's final scream for you. "Y/N!" she yelled as you hit the floor.

HYDRA had got you now. You were theirs. And nothing could be done about it.

Today

The ringing in your ears intensified as you began running through the halls. There was only one thought in mind. "I have to get out." Your feet moved quickly as you rushed down the hall. You were being chased, but you had one advantage your advisories didn’t. During your time in HYDRA, you had been turned into a super solider just like your big brother was before he died.

You saw the wall and something inside you knew that you were only on the second floor. So you braced yourself and launched yourself out of the window. Glass shattered all around you, slicing your skin. Even more so when you landed. You slid across the ground. A cry leaving your lips as you did. You rolled over before you pulled your body up and broke out into a sprint. All you could think about was not getting caught. It didn’t matter about the fact nothing looked familiar, or that your body was begging you to lie on the floor and give up. You didn’t care about the blood that was seeping into your clothes all you cared about was getting away.

You were so caught up in getting away you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings. You slammed straight into a couple. The man’s hands shot out to steady the girl as they looked angrily at you. Until they saw your condition. The noise of the world hit you at once and you kept turning around, your eyes squinted as you looked all around the place. Tall buildings, loud noises. And they’re way too many people. The man came into focus as he gave you a concerned look.

“Can you tell me your name, doll?” He asked, and you squinted at him. Your heart was pounding in your chest so loud you could barely hear anything else. You swallowed.

“Where am I?”

“New York.” He replied softly.

You shook your head defiantly. “No, no, this isn’t New York. I- no!” You grabbed him by the collar. “Where am I!” you demanded as you shoved him backwards before stepping back from him a few steps. His eyes widened as he looked to your left.

“Watch out!” You heard someone new yell. Suddenly, you were encased in a red glow. It’s spirals moving you. Your body instantly warmed, and you strangely felt comfort from this red embrace. But your comfort didn’t last long as a body knocked into you. You both went tumbling to the floor, causing you to groan as you scraped your already bleeding cuts. Despite the pain, you felt insanely warm. You opened your eyes to see a curious and worried green pair staring back. Your heart jumped into your throat as you gazed at her. She was truly beautiful.

You flushed as you realised that she was practically straddling you. Her cheeks turned red as she stared at you. “Wanda!”

That voice.

The girl you now know as Wanda got up and held her hand out for you. You took it. Her touch was warm, and it left soft tingles on your skin and for a second she didn’t let go of your hand. You blushed softly before your eyes widened. “S-Steve?” You whispered softly. His eyes teared up as he rushed over to you.

“Y/n! How? How is this-” you cut him off by throwing your arms around his shoulders hugging him.

“You died! I- I mourned you.” You cried. His tears wet your shirt as he hugged you tightly.

“Peggy… she said HYDRA attacked and took you and she hasn’t seen you since.” He mumbled. You nodded.

“I… I’m like you now.” You mumbled, and he pulled back, cupping your face with his hands as he surveyed you.

“You’re not my little sister anymore… you’ve grown up.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I was so lost without you. When you didn’t come home… when you went into the ice. I thought you died, Stevie.” You mumble, your voice cracking as you started to cry again. He squeezed you and you gasped in pain, causing Wanda to step forward, worry present on her face.

“Steve, she’s bleeding.” Her voice was like silk, so smooth, and yet she sounded so panicked. You glanced up at your brother through heavy eyelids. The exhaustion was catching up quickly, and you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“I… I think I’m going to close my eyes now.” You muttered as the world started to darken. You remember Steve picking you up before your eyes closed fully.

Steve glanced at Wanda, his eyes widening. He scooped her up and held her to his chest. “Let’s get her back to the tower.” He rushed out as he began running.

~/~/~/~

Steve sighed as he watched Bruce work on his little sister, his worry increasing when Bruce pulled out surgical instruments. “Just need to throw a few sutures here, Cap. Nothing too serious. She's lost a lot of blood, so I'm going to have to replace it. I've already started a drip and she should be okay in a couple of hours.” He muttered, focusing on what he was doing. His focus was momentarily taken off you as he heard the door open. He smiled softly when he saw Wanda walk in. She had been feeling antsy ever since she left. She didn’t know what, but something was urging her to come seek you out. The way her heart fluttered when you and her locked eyes confused yet intrigued her. Her eyes widened when she saw Bruce stitching up her side.

Steve have her an exhausted smile as she took a swat next to him. Wanda frowned as she could feel how anxious he was. “You never mentioned you had a sister.” She commented with a snippy edge. He glanced at her, noticing her small smirk. He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“When I went into the ice, she was seventeen. She’s at least twenty-three now. She should be at least 80. Which means for 80 years she has been in HYDRA’s clutches for decades and I didn’t figure it out.” He whispered sadly. Wanda reached over to squeeze it.

“You couldn’t have known.” She whispered.

“But I should have. I should have known.” He repeated, seeming distraught. Wanda wanted to take his mind off it so she asked about her. It helped distract Steve enough, so he wasn’t constantly hovering over Bruce. It also helped to quench Wanda’s compulsion to ask about you more and more.

“When we were kids, our parents used to take us to this field and there was this tree that Y/n made it her mission to climb for weeks. She tried and then when she did. She fell off,” he chuckled. “She never wanted to get down. My father usually had to climb up and get her.” He smiled at the memory.

“And then our parents died, and we only had each other. And then Bucky. She lost him too. She lost everyone. I’m glad Peggy was there for her once I went under. I always wondered if Y/n had a crush on her.” He joked, causing Wanda to giggle.

Bruce had finished stitching you up. He pulled the gloves off his hands and stood up. “The sedation will wear off soon and I’ve given her some medication to help with the pain.” Bruce smiled.

Steve nodded, his eyes travelling to the door. Bucky walked in, his eyes widening. “Y/n?” He whispered, his voice strained. He looked at Steve and he nodded.

Bucky hugged Steve tightly, laughing in excitement. “I can’t believe it.” He whispered, pulling back.

“Me either.”

An hour later and you began to stir. The pain in your side was bearable, but you could tell it was numbed. “Steve…” you called out, reaching up to rub your eyes. You looked down and saw that the girl who saved you… Wanda was resting her hand on yours. You looked at your hands and then at her before your eyes shot up to see Steve.

“Y/n… how- how are you?”

You smiled. But then your smile dropped. “B-Bucky?” You gasped. He stood up and grinned, walking up to you.

“Hey doll, happy to see me?”

“Is everyone who is supposed to be dead not dead? Is Peggy?”

“No… no she, she died a few years ago.” Steve said sadly. You frowned.

“I’m sorry. Did you at least get some time with her?”

Steve smiled, nodding. “A little.”

That little piece of information made you smile. Peggy had always wished for more time, that was it, and you were glad that they had gotten time together, even if it was only a small amount. Bucky came around and held your free hand. He brought it up to his lips he kissed your hand, and then smiled brightly up at you. "Things haven't been the same without you. I've missed you every day." He sighs, and you cast your eyes over to Wanda. She seemed annoyed. There was a small crinkle in between her brows that gave away her annoyance. You wanted nothing more than to. Make it go away. You pulled your hand from Bucky's grip, a small smile on your face.

"I missed you too, Buck." He frowned.

"What happened to you?" Steve asked, and you sighed.

"Well... since you destroyed HYDRA's plan to blow up the world they were angry with you so they took their frustrations out on me, at first it was purely anger based torture, but then they decided they needed me, so they experimented on me and then once they successfully turned me into an enhanced super solider, they froze me I guess, I don 't really remember much, I woke up a few years ago. It was weird I was the same age, but it was like a million years had passed. The world looks so different now. I- I don't think I'll ever be able to catch up." You explained. They all listened to your story intently. Wanda squeezed your hand as if to remind you that she was still here, or to support you, you didn't know which.

"They tortured you?" Steve asked brokenly.

You looked up at him and shook your head. "I survived, I'm okay."

"You're strong." The girl spoke up. You looked at her and smiled softly. Her eyes captured you as she stared at you. You couldn't find the strength to look away. Her features were soft, her eyes assessing you. There was this connection like there was something about her that pulled you into her orbit. She was truly gorgeous, from her fair skin to her cute button nose. You swallowed. Clearing your throat, you smiled.

"You feeling okay?" She asked, her hand still on yours. Her warmth was comforting.

"I'm as okay as I can be." You say with a smile. She continued to stare until a noise blurted out, causing you to jump. Steve smiled apologetically at you. He then pulled out a small square thing and tapped it. You frowned.

"Yes, Tony. I know. She’s okay.” He said, talking into the tiny magic box.

“I’ll update you on this when she has rested.” He muttered. Shoving the square thing back into his pocket.

A sudden chill wracked through my body and in a second the room had warmed and the chill of the room replaced with a toasty feeling. You glanced at Wanda and saw the red tint in her eyes. You tilted your head slightly, looking at the glow in her irises.

“Your eyes change colour?” You asked.

"A side effect of my power." She said, her hands glowing as she showed me. The red glow is similar to the red shield that encased you earlier, only darker, more vibrant. You looked at her in pure fascination. Your hand came up to touch her glowing hand, but Bucky quickly intercepted grabbing your wrist softly.

"Careful, doll, that energy stings." He said, glancing at Wanda's frown.

"Only when I want them to." She said with a feline smirk. In the split second, she made a decision. A small ball of her power shot out from her finger and slammed into Bucky's hand that was still gripping my wrist. He hissed in pain, ripping his hand away. He started shaking his hand as if it would stop the pain. Wanda giggled as he swore at her.

You grinned at the interaction. Your mind was reeling from today. So much had happened, and there was still so much to learn. You were eager to learn all about this new era, but even more eager to learn about the powerful redhead at your bedside. As if she could read minds, she turned to you and smiled. You smiled back, loving the blissful look on her face. You didn't spare Bucky a second glance as Steve called him over.

Tag list

@blackxwidowsxwife @g-cordelia @causeitswhatjesuswouldfreakingdo @cristin-rjd @yeetus-thyself @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @upsidedowndanvers @wanda-nats-slut @i1ovewanda @littlewinchester15 @fishlikestuff @gengen64 @procrastinatingsapphictrash @liladoesfanfics @baller2412 @rice-wiife @tomy5girls @srtamercury @nothingisrealanyway @marvelwomen-simp @darshikaria @ria900 @ic-4u @atlas-nex @xxromanoffxx @kcthewifitheif @fairydxll @strangegardentaco @maxxione @pbeckn26

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #fem!reader #avengers #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x fem! reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #avengers imagine #wanda #maximoff #Avengers imagines #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x you

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Replaced or not?

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3 Part-4 Part-5 part-6

For summary n details check out part-1

Pairing: Obey Me Characters x Mc!

"...."

"...."

"...."

"...."

Everyone was silent now. I look around to watch their face .

'seems to be in a quite distress huh' i thought.

'But I'll have to give an answer...agh.' As i opened my mouth to speak another voice squeaked .

"NO!!" Run-hai spoke as she got up from her table .

I looked at her with an raised eyebrows what is she up to .

"i-i mean y/n here is an exchange student she's not an object you can't just take her like a property!!! " She said.

'Damn this the same bitch who treated me like shit'

"This.. i don't like this "

"Yes you tell them Lucifer diavolo won't approve of this!!!" Run-hai spoke.

"This is her choice run hai what diavolo have to say would not matter in this decision "

Everyone started looking at me witch expectant eyes.

'Ok you can say this y/n a simple no and everything thing would go back to being.......like shit!'

"Yes i accept"

"What!!! No human you can't do this!!! As your first i order you to-"

"you can do no shit mammon sit down, and you Lucien don't think i like you or something....i just want to be away from these brothers "

"why would you say something like that sweetie"

"shut the fuck up asmo take your whore and leave"

"Don't talk like that to run-hai y/n I'm gonna tell you this one las-" belphegor spoke.

"you ain't gonna tell me shit little buffalo"

"You guys all of you made me feel like shit from the start like only run-hai was supposed to be here and not me , i always tried to gain your friendship but NOOO you guys only like whores like her, do you even know what she did to me huh? She always used to say fucking bad rumors about me , she back bitched about me and even bullied me and she did the same thing here , Tell me what will diavolo think of you Lucifer if he came to know you let me get bullied huh? I tried to tell you multiple time but you never cared about it and always rubbed me off like I'm some sort of pest. All of you i hate all of you" i screamed my heart of them as they just stand their looking guilty.

"I apologize-"

"Apologizing would do you no shit Lucifer leave "

___________________________

As all the brothers left Satan remained behind

"y/n i-"

" none of that was meant for you Satan you know that "

"I know and I'm sorry i couldn't protect you better"

"it's ok , I'll live"

Satan smiled at me as he took his leave .

I sighed as i felt arms around my waist enclosing me to something warm .

"y/n~"

"hmm..."

"That was some really good acting"

I smirked " i know right I'm so good at this".

[A/N]: is that a plot twist you smell huh *sniff* *sniff* yes i suppose.

Also I'm thinking of writing some one shots... Should I guys you tell me !! Also please leave a feedback it helps with motivation.

Tag list :

@obeymediasimp @c4xcocoa @gatorcatally @trisharay13 @candydreamer122 @hasty-desert @your-next-daydream @morphit @enheduannasposts @misscaller06 @buggaboorenegade @ellie3467 @hoeinthehouse @dreamieeesposts @viemags @arnixx @shycreatorsandwich @i-dont-know-what-to-name @gamerhumayra @gale-vendavel @darlink-xoxo @lunar-sangtsu @teal-clouds-sword @amandarosebts @sleepy-lune

If I forgot to add someone please lemme know in the DM. If anyone else wants to be tagged lemme know in the comments. Tags will be closed after the next chapter.

#obey me shall we date #obey me short fic #obey me gn!reader #obey me leviathan #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #yancore #yandere imagines #yandere #dark #yandere obey me shall we date #yandere obey me #obey me yandere #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer yandere

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Always There - Chapter Seventeen: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

Series Masterlist

My full Masterlist

Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Arthur's attack, mentions of Voldemort, not proofread,

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

Please let me know how I can improve my writing and being more inclusive to POC as I am whiter than white. Please also let me know if I have to add more to the warnings! My messages are open as well as my asks!

I am starting a taglist so leave either a comment or something in my asks if you would like to be tagged in any of my works or just this series!

Author's Note: My updates for this will be slowing down a bit during the month of December. Because I am writing 25 days of fics, the updates for this will be slower than usual. I am trying my hardest to write for both but please be patient with me.

Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 1300

My asks are open for questions, suggestions and feedback!

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

Enjoy!

not my gif

not my gif

It was approaching winter so that meant colder weather and holiday decorations going up around Hogwarts. However, one night, Y/N and Severus were woken up by frantic knocking on their door. She was discombobulated as she opened the door to reveal Minerva, who had a concerned look on her face.

“Dumbledore wishes to see you both in his office, right away. This is urgent,” She told her, Y/N was wide awake with her tone of voice, rushing to wake Severus as the three of them rushed to the headmaster’s office. Harry was there, completely spaced out.

“What’s going on? Harry, love, can you tell me what happened?” She asked her nephew. He snapped out of it looking at his aunt with a wild look in his eyes. She didn’t recognize him for a moment, his eyes seeming snake-like. 

“I saw Mr. Weasley getting attacked by a snake at the ministry. It was Voldemort’s snake, what’s wrong with me?” Harry asked his aunt desperately.

“Nothing my love, nothing at all,” She reassured him before turning to Dumbledore, “do you have anyone checking on Arthur? Do we think this is a dream or if Harry actually saw this happen in real time?”

“I sent someone to check on Arthur and I’ve gotten word that he was taken to St. Mungos. Severus, the boy needs to start occlumency,” Albus explained. 

“Now? Can’t it wait until morning? He’s clearly not ready to start learning something new right now, he needs to rest as do I,” Severus questioned.

“Yes, now. We don’t know if Voldemort knows about the connection he has with the boy, we need to get a headstart now before he realizes the connection.”

“The boy has a name! His name is Harry and I agree with Severus. Both of them need to rest before they start this! It’s too much for both of them just waking up!” Y/N argued with the bearded man, frustrated with how he was talking about her nephew as if he wasn’t in the room. 

“They must start tonight, that is final!”

“Listen to me!” Harry screamed, everyone falling silent in shock. “I don’t know if Voldemort knows about the connection because I barely knew, I can do it tonight as long as you can Uncle Sev.”

Severus nodded and ushered the boy to the dungeons where they would begin their lessons. Y/N shook her head at the headmaster before making her way to the potions classroom where she knew Severus and Harry would be. She walked in and silently sat at the back of the room as she watched the two most important people try a new method to keep Harry safe. She knew it was starting to take a toll on both of them, both very obviously tired even though they had enough energy to argue with one another.

Y/N knew what it was like to pry into the minds of others and have her mind pried into as well. It wasn’t fun. She knew it was rough on Severus because he didn’t want to see the boy suffering with these memories he was seeing. Most of Harry’s memories were on the happier side, especially the ones with his aunt in them, but he also possessed some dark memories as well, such as watching the dark lord rise and Cedric dying in front of him. 

As the two were getting tired, they called it a night, Y/N dropping a kiss on his forehead before sending him back to the Gryffindor tower. Severus walked up to her and pulled her into his arms. “A lot of his memories are of you,” He said quietly as he buried his head in her neck.

“Good ones?” She asked, resting her head on his.

“Most were. Come, let’s go back to bed.” The two of them let go of their embrace, taking each other’s hand and walked back to their quarters. He was able to fall asleep rather quickly but she had a hard time trying to. She was restless, her mind racing. If Harry was aware of the connection with Voldemort, was the dark lord aware of the connection too? If the dark lord knew about the connection, would he use it to his advantage? Would he manipulate Harry into thinking that someone important to him has been attacked, has been killed?

The next morning as Severus awoke from his sleep, he reached out to her side of the bed only to find it cold and empty. He picked his head up to find her staring out of one of the few windows in their quarters, watching as the creatures swam by. He sat up and let out a yawn before getting out of bed to join her. “What’s on your mind my love?” Severus asked as he sat beside her.

“Does Voldemort have any idea that there’s a connection between him and Harry? That Harry has been seeing these things through Nagini before he even knew about a connection?” She questioned.

“I don’t know, there’s a chance he doesn’t know yet but I think he will catch on soon,” He told her with honesty, “But, there is no reason to worry about it just yet. Harry has already left for Black’s place, so let’s get ready to meet him there. I know you’re missing your friends.”

With that, the two of them got ready together, packed a bag for the break and took a portkey to 12 Grimmauld Place. She was greeted with a tight hug from Sirius who had missed her greatly over the last few months and then an equally tight hug from Remus. Severus took their bags to the guest room as Y/N caught up with her friends. 

“Snivellus proposed?” Sirius asked her as he inspected her ring, his voice showing nothing but shock and surprise.

“What did I tell you about that name, Siri! Stop calling him that!” She scolded her friend. “But yes, Severus proposed. We were thinking about eloping because of the state of the wizarding world.”

“And he didn’t think to ask your two best friends for permission?”

“He asked me, maybe if you weren’t such an ass to him maybe he would’ve asked you,” Remus chimed in. 

“He asked you?” Sirius and Y/N asked in unison.

“Of course I did. Remus is like a brother to her, I had to ask him,” Severus said as he descended the stairs, “And I asked Harry of course.”

“Speaking of, where is my boy? I want to make sure he’s okay,” Y/N asked after realizing she had yet to see her nephew.

“He went with the Weasley’s to visit Arthur. He’s doing better, should be home in a few days,” Remus replied, “Now I think we should leave our men alone to have a chat. We need to catch up without those two in the way.” The two walked off to the kitchen leaving Sirius and Severus alone.

“Remus was right, you know, I would’ve asked your permission if you weren’t such an asshole. Other than Harry, you were the first person I thought of to ask permission for her hand.”

“I never realized how shitty I was to you. I’m sorry, Severus. If you did ask, I would’ve said yes with no hesitation. You make her happy, you keep her sane and you’ve been there for her longer than I was able to be. Thank you for taking such good care of my sister,” Sirius apologized, his voice sincere. He meant every word he had said, knowing he wasn’t always the nicest to Severus. He wanted to make things right before the potions master became a permanent part of his life because Y/N would be a permanent part of both of theirs.

taglist

@acupnoodle @chxelsxaa @fluffyrat365 @fanficwriter5 @atanukileaf @jspidey5 @mija-novella @leo4242564 @crazyunsexycool @livillain00 @bigsimperika

#harry potter #best friend sirius #james potter x sister!reader #james potter #moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #padfoot #pro snape #professor snape #prongs #severus snape imagine #severus snape x reader #severus snape #pro severus snape #pro severus #snape fanfiction #snape #snape fandom #snape x reader #snape x you #severus snape x y/n #snape x y/n #sirius black #remus lupin

[k-dokja]

Now I want to see the Adeuce duo's reaction when they first saw Riddle's gf😞

this got weirdly long because i was expanding upon another idea 💦 anyway, enjoy!

riddle is apprehensive.

he has no reason to be, but the anxiety underneath his concern for the festival preparation latches on him anyway. yes, the other members of his dorm have seen you before, this should be no different. in fact, he has detailed what he could about the day of his overblot to you. not only that, the organization of the upcoming cultural festival is going smoothly. 

there should be no element of surprise to worry him about introducing you to his juniors. 

but he’s apprehensive, anyway. he does not like being on edge, it makes him irritable. more than normal, based on what trey said.

“that’s the third freshman you snapped at in the past thirty minutes,” trey points out as the two of them are left alone in the room, “mind enlightening me on what is troubling you?”

“i don’t know,” his admission of ignorance also points out that riddle acknowledges he is being irrational, but he has no control over it, “maybe the energy of the day is getting to me.”

“the energy of the day?” trey echoes with apparent incredulity. “i don’t take you for someone easily swayed by the masses.”

riddle huffs, “it’s not that,” then, sourly, he adds, “it’s the first time she’ll be with me since what happened.”

“since what happened…?” although surprised, trey regains some gravity over the situation. “haven’t the two of you seen each other over the break?”

“we did,” riddle says, “but the circumstance was… cumbersome, i had a lot to discuss with my mother. we didn’t get to meet much because of that, i did not want her to be troubled with my problems until they’re resolved.”

“riddle,” trey fights to put down a smile, “you’ve always shared everything with each other, do you remember how well your plan to keep your overblot a secret from her went?”

“i only intended to keep it a secret until the break so i can tell her face-to-face,” riddle retorts, “besides, if it was anything else, i would have had no opposition, but this is something i have to fight on my own.”

whether trey understands why riddle has to take this stance or not, he reins back from further comment on the matter. “what’s bothering you then? do you think she’ll be unhappy with the distance?”

“of course not, she’s always understanding,” riddle holds back from adding ‘too understanding’ with a frown. “but she worries, she worries even more after my overblot. you can’t imagine the amount of fretting she made after i told her about it.”

trey looks like he wants to argue that he does know but decides to hold back with a smile, “so you want to show that she has no reason to worry then?”

“yes,” riddle admits with relief when his pinprick at his side is put into words, “that and… i expect ace and deuce to not make a bad impression of themselves, i had promised both sides to arrange a meeting.”

“oh?”

riddles nods, arms crossed, “she wants to express her gratitude for what they've done, and you were there when they overheard me talking about her.”

this time around, trey no longer bothers to suppress his own smile, “that should be interesting, i hope they get along.”

“i see no reason as to why they wouldn’t,” riddle smiles for another reason entirely, “now, we ought to double-check with the attractions one more time before the festival begins.”

“yea,” trey nods, “let’s head out.”

time always flies when he has a lot on his hands. by the time riddle gets the chance to sit down and catch his breath, you’ve already arrived at the festival ground with the remaining masses. riddle smiles at the phone when he sees the positive message he received from you. he wouldn’t have a chance to walk with you until he checked a couple more places, but the news of you warms his heart.

[ i still need to finish work, but i will catch up with you later? ]

immediately, a reply comes, [ take your time! i arrived with a few friends so i will stick with them until then 😊 ]

[ all right, i will see you then. ] if it was anyone else, they might have seen his message for indifference. but you know him, you’d know that even if he hasn’t said much, riddle presses his phone to his heart afterwards. only for a second to recharge before he returns to the fray. there’d be work to do until he sees you again. 

true to his words, soon as riddle checks out of his shift for the morning, he sends you a message to notify you of his freedom. your reply arrives after he finished delegating his duty to another committee member. the warmth he feels is pleasant in comparison to the heat of the day.

[ we can grab lunch if you are hungry 🥰 ]

[ with your friends? ] he asks, not hesitant, just curious.

the bubble informing him of your incoming text pops up and then sizzles with another reply. [ i already told them about my plan with you, they won’t mind 💖 ]

[ then i want to spend time together. ]

his reply is straightforward and succinct. he has no reservations about seeing your friend, but as he told trey before, the two of you haven’t gotten much chance to be with each other. there’d be other chances for him to meet them, not now, however. 

now, he only wants to be with you.

[ let me say my goodbye then, text me your location too 😊👍 ]

he smiles unconsciously. [ no need, i’ll head over. stay where you are. ]

your next message comes with your current location, the auditorium where idia shroud of ignihyde would be holding his conference. riddle briefly wonders if it’s something which interests you or if you went along to support your friends. however, he refrains from asking about the immediate moment and saves it for when he can see you again.

on his way there, riddle contemplates whether he should’ve asked you to send a picture of your outfit so he can spot you easier. but that turns out to be necessary because he recognizes you the moment he sees you. 

adorned in a white chiffon dress with pretty ribbons and delicate ruffles, your beauty rivals even the daintiest of roses in his dorm’s garden. the accent of red runs into your accessories, from the thin necklace you wear to the ring with a single ruby perching on a silver band. all of it is complemented by the bag hanging on your shoulder, a gift he purchased for your last birthday. 

every time he sets his eyes on you after a prolonged period of absence, riddle feels the air getting knocked out of his lungs. it is juvenile how he continues to be affected by the sight of you even after years together, yet riddle finds that he doesn’t mind this slight weakness when it comes to you. he’d stay to admire you forever if time allows, but that also means he will be deprived of your company. it wouldn’t do. squaring his shoulders, riddle walks up to you with determined steps, eager to be in your presence again. 

you perk up at his call for your name, and a smile readily blooms on your lips. “riddle!” 

he closes the distance in two strides, and when you greet him with a hug, he doesn’t stiffen in awkwardness. the embrace feels like home with your arms around him, but he does not dare on dragging it on even if he wants otherwise. there are too many prying eyes around, eyes which have no business caring about his love life.

“shall we go then?” he detaches from you with reluctance before offering you his arm to hold on to. 

you nod eagerly and accept his extended arm. “do you have any recommendations?”

riddle hums in affirmation and the skip in your step lighten his entire day.

after the two of you ordered from one of the booths with a more substantial offering, riddle sits down next to you at one of the outdoor tables. your hand has moved from holding onto his arm to intertwining with his hand in the process. 

it’s strange. he always tells you about his every day while the two of you aren’t together, yet when you are this close, his mind cancels out. he feels foolish and in love, it is inconvenient how the two can coexist and trouble him. 

‘i—‘

‘woah, isn’t that housewarden riddle?’

riddle bristles. the mention of his title has him tense all over. he blames it on his deprivation of your presence. the prolonged absence has made him irritable, even when it is no one’s fault but his own. yet, despite all senses and reasonings, he relaxes when he sees who it was that spotted him among the crowd.

‘ace. deuce. i thought the two of you would be in rehearsal for the upcoming competition.’

‘we were just allowed a break,’ ace answered breezily, ‘man, you and vil are like two peas in a pod, it’s like i never left our dorm.’ 

‘oh? is that a complaint about my methods i’m hearing?’

ace pales immediately, ‘ugh, absolutely not, i can only deal with one of you today.’

‘uhm, excuse me,’ it is deuce who interferes, on no one’s behalf but his own, ‘but… can i ask who is accompanying you?’

riddle blinks. ace has provided a momentary distraction from you that riddle doesn’t anticipate. he glances back at you for confirmation and then returns to his underclassman once he received it. ‘i remember the two saying that you wanted to meet her earlier, and here she is. ace, deuce, this is my girlfriend.’ he says your name with a hint of pride, before meeting your gaze once more. ‘and this is the underclassman we talked about, i wouldn’t have been able to recover from my overblot safely without them.’

your eyes widen in surprise, ‘oh…!’ 

riddle mourns the loss of your warmth when you untangle your hand from his. but he does not stop you when you get up to approach the duo, your arms opening, ‘thank you both so much for what you’ve done for riddle,’ you hug deuce first, closest to you. 

the boy stiffens in surprise, but makes no move to push you away, ‘oh! uh, it’s nothing, really, i was just doing what’s right…’ his cheeks turn a crimson red and increase in intensity even after you’ve turned to ace.

despite knowing what would be coming, ace does nothing to avoid you. in fact, there’s even a cheeky grin on his face when he accepts your hug, ‘yeah, you can count on us for anything at all,’ but the grin does not stay on his face for long, not when riddle narrows his eyes at ace. 

he means not to reprimand ace, only to draw the line of his territory. the younger boy is smart enough to not tread with dangerous water, indulging no more than he should in your hug. 

it amuses riddle to see the troublemaker duo interacting with you. even if they’re not saying anything, the clear contrast between you and riddle has befuddled them. 

‘i should be the one saying that,’ you say, ‘let me know if there’s anything i can help you with, i’ll do my best to assist.’

soon as you have expressed your gratitude, riddle decides it’s nigh that he joins the three of you. his approach captures your notice, just long enough for ace to lean over to deuce.

‘damn, dude,’ ace whispers, ‘i can’t believe she’s real.’

‘you thought she wasn’t?’

‘have you seen the housewarden? i didn’t even know he can talk to girls.’

‘i can talk to girls perfectly fine, thank you for your concern,’ riddle demonstrates that by wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. ‘i do not know what impression you have of me, but being able to communicate with the ladies is mandatory in etiquette lessons. which i’m sure you would’ve known if you had learned it.’

‘ugh,’ ace groans, ‘seems like having her around makes you even more hostile to others than normal.’

‘nonsense,’ riddle retorts, ‘i’m always like this with you.’

a tug on his lapel, it’s from you, ‘riddle,’ you smile, ‘let’s be nice to your underclassmen.’

‘i’d say i’m being perfectly nice to them,’ he mirrors your smile, ‘but i suppose my hunger is making me feel a bit grumpy, shall we return to our lunch?’

‘oh, of course, i’m so sorry for getting carried away,’ then, you turn to the other two to ask, ‘would the two of you like to join us? seeing as you’re taking a break as well?’

immediately, riddle makes a smile with pressed lips at ace and deuce. it would’ve been innocuous from a far distance, but this close, it’s filled with nothing but murderous intention. one smile alone speaks volumes: ‘don’t even think about it’, ‘accept and it’s off with your head’, ‘i’m going to double your gardening duty if you ruin this for me’.

in the end, it’s deuce who caves first. ‘uh, we’ll have to pass, but thank you,’ he says.

‘yeah, thanks for the offer, but we wouldn’t want to intrude on you lovebirds,’ ace is a bit more audacious in his refusal, but at least, he refuses. 

‘oh, that’s a pity,’ you sigh, ‘we’ll see you both around then?’

‘yup, we’ll perform for sdc later, you should come to support us!’ ace replies readily. it almost makes riddle wonder if he has been holding that back the whole time.

‘it would be great to have another rooting for our team,’ deuce adds, ‘hope we’ll see the both of you there.’

‘of course,’ riddle answers, ‘i’m your housewarden and a student of night raven college, it’s only prudent that i come to support your performance.’

‘we’ll both be rooting for you!’ you chirp happily.

even after the boys left, the cheer continues to remain on your face. ‘you seem happy,’ riddle points out as he heads back to the table with you.

‘of course, i get to be here with you and…’ you tap the side of your chin, musing, ‘it’s nice to see you making friends, even if they seem peculiar.’

‘well, they do keep our dorm lively,’ riddle says diplomatically, ‘i still struggle with reminding them of the queen’s rules. for example, the other day when i was—‘

‘here’s your order.’

a student interrupts him by placing down the previous food the two of you have bought. you answer the boy with an amicable thank you before he left. when you look back at riddle with an anticipating gaze, riddle suddenly finds that he no longer has any desire to rant about the misbehaviours of his underclassman.

he reaches for your hand and presses gentle kisses on your knuckles, ‘i’m glad you’re here,’ he says, ‘i know there’s still a lot we need to talk about but…’

you lean forward to kiss his nose, and the hand he holds reaches up to cup his face, ‘we don’t have to do that now. let’s just be with each other, you can tell me when you’re ready.’

‘thank you,’ he kisses your palm, filled with unspoken affection. you share the same sentiment, he can see it in the warmth of your eyes. 

everything hasn’t been easy, and maybe it never will be. but at least, riddle knows he has you. and you have him, always.

#riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #fics

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

"Better late than never" part 8

COOKIES

Soap was aware of how much work is on Ghost’s shoulders, the man never gets a break. If he is not commanding a mission on which soldiers have to depend on his decisions, death being a repercussion of even the smallest mistake he could make. Then, he has to put up with recruits at training which is usually a shit show of inexperienced firearm usage and Ghost’s screaming and cursing. On top of that, he had a shit ton of paper works.

Since Soap figured out that he can actually help him with that, he had been doing it more frequently. Often staying late in Ghost’s room to fill out things he needed help with. Ghost never asked for his help, and neither did he say thank you. But Soap knew that he appreciated the help and maybe even his company because halfway through the work Ghost would ask if Johnny wants him to make coffee and they were also spending time together after they were done. There was always a plate of cookies on the desk for Soap to munch on- the cookies were there only when he was around.

Soap loved those cookies, but whenever he asked what brand they were the other men would say that he bought them in the canteen. Which had to be total bullshit since the ones sold there tasted of nothing but cardboard. Soap was certain that Ghost was straight up gatekeeping the brand- which was hilarious to him. But that day was the day he will finally get the brand's name.

“It seems we ur done fur today, Lt.” Soap exclaimed, putting the last document into a file and then stretching his hands above his head. He looked at the empty plate, only crumbs left after he devoured the cookies. “So… the cookies-”

“I told you I got them in the canteen. You sound like a broken record” Ghost cut in.

“No, na ye didn’t ye liar! Those are one of the best food I had and believe me I checked th’ canteen. They have only two brands! Both taste stale!” Ghost just crossed his arms “Ghost with all due respect ye can’t keep this one thing a secret. We speak aboot cookies, nae nuclear codes.”

“Biscuits, not cookies.”

“Oh, go 'n' bile yer heid!” They sat in silence for a second, then Soap eyed the trash bin. “I will go thro’ yer trash to find the packaging.”

“No, you won’t, Soap”

The sergeant stood up. 

“Sergeant…” Ghost warned, but Soap really enjoyed those biscuits. He bend over the bin, ready to inspect it. “Soap, don’t.”

“Ye won’t stop me, I just have to make sure there isn’t anything I don’t wanna stick mah hand in.”

“God give me strength.” Ghost whispered to himself. “You won’t find anything, there is no box, Johnny.” He sounded exasperated.

“Did ye pumpin' burned it or whit?”

“Wha- of course not! I am not you, you pyromaniac.”

“Then- No way!” Soap looked at him with big eyes. Ghost groaned already knowing what was coming. “Ye baked them!?”

“What if? Do you want to comment on it?” Ghost remembered well how everyone usually reacted to this information. They would say it was not a thing for men like him, for men at all. His previous team would burst out laughing if he told them. Of course, he had more faith in 141, in Johnny but his father's words stuck to him like glue. ‘Kitchen is a woman’s place, no wonder you are such a brat. You can’t even be a proper man.’ He would say whenever young Simon would be helping his mother with baking.

Ghost knew it was not true, of course, he did. But words like that stuck, especially when heard at a young age. Especially when followed by a ‘punishment’. 

Ghost didn’t notice when Soap sat again in his chair.

“Oh, ye bet I am going to comment on it. You are keeping those skills from us when all of us could be eating those delights!” Soap was smiling brightly at Ghost, simply happy to get to know something new about his friend. “You make amazing cookies- sorry. Biscuits.” The Scot mocked him and punched his shoulder playfully.

And how could he think that would get any other reaction from Johnny? Ghost blushed under the mask, not ready for the compliment. 

“When do ye bake them? How? Where?”

Ghost fidgeted with the aglet of his hoodie’s strings. “When I don’t get a full night of sleep- which is often. I snuck into the kitchen, nobody will stop me past midnight. I keep the ingredients here so nobody takes them.” He explained.

“Huh.” Soap chuckled. “No one in the right mind takes things from your shelf.”

“Yeah, but custard powder would look weird, wouldn’t it? Besides you literally take my milk every morning.”

Soap smirked. “I am not in the right mind.”

Ghost’s eyes wrinkled in a smile and he shook his head. “Just… don’t go gossiping about it,”

“Will you be making me more?” He raised his eyebrows.

Ghost hummed agreeing.

“We’ve got ourselves a deal, sir.” The sergeant pretended to zip his mouth. “I will have to steal th’ recipe from ye one day and sell it to mah ma’”

Ghost looked at the clock- it was already late. Could they?

“I can teach you now.” He proposed. “If you want.”

Soap was already standing. “Stupid question.”

It was so nice to see someone excited about something he likes. Soap often shares about his hobbies and he is happy to listen. He himself is rather reserved about his interests, so opening up and seeing someone so excited about it? If Ghost was someone else he would hug the Scot.

***

“So what are we making chef?” Soap clapped his hands, leaning on the counter while Ghost was preparing some bowls. Ghost looked at what they had.

“I am thinking bourbon biscuits.” Soap looked like he wanted to say something. “And no, there is no alcohol in them Johnny.”

“Pity.” 

“Go wash your hand, we will make the dough first.” After they did that Soap grabbed his phone and put on some quiet chill music, he didn’t want to push their luck. 

Ghost instructed Soap which dry ingredients he should be mixing first while Soap swayed side to side to the music, listening. Soap did exactly as Ghost told him, carefully measuring like he was building a bomb. Ghost said to add whole flour which would be alright if he didn’t dump it all at once in the sieve the lieutenant. A cloud of white powder covered them both.

Ghost took a deep breath and exhaled some of the powder. He could hear Soap trying to hold his laughter. He turned to scold him, but he was met with flour being blown straight at his balaclava. Soap was straight-up cackling at this point.

“Now ye are a real ghost!” He said between wheezing.

Ghost took some flour from the counter and messed Soap’s mohawk with it.

“Oi!”

They messed with each other like that for a while, when Ghost actually looked around. 

“Ok, stop. Price will kill us when he walks in here tomorrow.”

Soap had to have the last word. He grabbed the base of Ghost’s mask. Ghost panicked a little- ready to push Soap away. Luckily he only pulled at it a little to suddenly let it- causing the flour to lift from it.

“We will clean up later, Lt.” He came back to swaying his hips.

Ghost let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Soap bumped their hips together, prompting Ghost to relax and sway with him while they continued.

Ghost had to bite his cheeks to not smile like an idiot.

And for Soap the biscuits were no longer the prize, seeing Simon all domestic and relaxed while speaking about all types of flour and which one is his favourite? That was priceless.

***

Task Force 141 drank their morning drink of choice with the addition of perfectly baked biscuits.

I am really happy with this one <3 I am sorry for the late update but I have less and less time. I love reading your comments and thoughts on the fic <3

Also, I thought I will mention that I have a Ko-Fi now if someone feels like buying me some coffee. I am saving for university!

#Ghost loves baking #soap loves ghost #don;t worry it's mutual #soapghost #john soap mactavish #soap mctavish #soap cod #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #cod soap #soap mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #ghost cod #bltn soapghost fic #soapghost fluff #soapghost fic

[kaziee2]

What are you doing here?

Summary: Wanda is meeting readers family for the first time.

Warning: Cursing, attempt at Jokes and small smut.

Pairs: [Wanda x Fem!reader] [Natasha x Sister!reader] [Yelena x Sister!reader]

[Words: 4.9k] [A/n: not proof read, and I’m so sorry this took so long to finish, I have totally no idea what I'm doing but is doing something!! Hope you enjoy!!!] 

[Masterlist]

Reblogs, Likes and Comments are always Appreciated!!

To say Wanda was nervous would be an understatement, she was anxious and scared. She was meeting your family today and she wanted to make a first good impression, she wanted to make sure that her lovers’ family deem her worthy for their youngest child. You never really talked about your family or really mentioned anything about them really and so, she thought it was a sore topic, she does remember you mentioning about you having two sisters but that was all the information she could get about your family.   

So, she started the day by cleaning your guys WHOLE apartment in preparation for their arrival. You told her that she didn’t have too but she was persistent, you have also stated that you would bring them here after your work shift. She also remembers you specifying that your family really loves vodka and almost has them in every meal (which she thought was concerning, since people shouldn’t be drinking vodka that much in a day).

“Ok, ok…erm-… you got this! No need to worry…-But what if they don’t like me!” Wanda sighed out in frustration, If she were to keep on panicking, she would definitely make a bad impression. So she did some breathing exercises that you taught her if she were to ever feel overwhelmed or stressed in situations. 

After a while Wanda calmed down and started to get everything ready for you and your family’s arrival. She started to get the food ready and then herself. Her thoughts were still everywhere but now, she keeps on thinking of the positives. What worried her the most was always putting you in danger with her line of work, she knows' you can handle yourself she's seen it first hand, after that bar incident, she'd known you know how to defend yourself. But it still worried her nonetheless. Her thoughts went back to one thing she has always held back from you; how is she ever going to tell you that she was an Avenger?

You just left your work shift at the local coffee shop. You were about to call your sisters; when you were suddenly tackled into the ground, your widow training instinct kicked into place and you maneuvered yourself to get yourself out of the persons’ grasp, you headbutt the person and pinned them down.

“Calm down mladshaya sestra(little sister), it's just me, Yelena!”  She remarked in pain as she was being pinned on the floor. Quickly snapping back to reality, you quickly let go of her. “Yelena! Don’t do that, I could’ve seriously hurt you.” You quickly helped her up, checking if you had caused her any injuries.

“Pshh nah, don’t worry so much, I can handle it!” She exclaims smugly.  

Natasha soon followed up behind her, panting as she was out of breath. She hits Yelena on the head. “Hey! That hurt, why’d you do that?” Yelena asked. “That was for tackling me to get to (y/n) first and for practically tackling her too!” She shouted at Yelena.

“You are no fun sestra(sister),” Yelena rolls her eyes at Natasha. 

“Ok, ok, Everyone please calm down now. Yelena, please call in mama and papa to meet us near my apartment.” 

“AH Yes! We are to meet this girlfriend of yours,” Yelena said. 

“Yelena please be nice, she’s a very lovely girl and I really love her,” You looked her way and glared at her, silently telling her that you were serious. “You too Natty, don’t think i’ve forgotten about you.” You then looked at your redheaded sister and also proceeded to glare at her. 

“That’s up more for Yelena and I to decide on mladshaya sestra(little sister).” Natasha went behind you and slinged one arm over your shoulder while ruffling your hair with her other hand. 

Yelena called out for your attention “Mama said that they are near your apartment already (y/n) and are just waiting. She said to hurry because she thinks Alexei might try and break in, he really can’t wait to meet your girlfriend and crush her. He really wants to know who the girl is.” She jokes at the end of her speech but you could tell she was also half serious about Alexei might try and break into your apartment. 

You quickly got your keys and dragged both your sisters to your car “Everyone seatbelts on, especially you Yelena,” You looked to the passenger seat and stared at Yelena “Ugh fine, you and Natasha are such moms.” She buckled in her seatbelt and Natasha was seated in the back, after you expected the car to make sure everything ready, you drove off to get to your apartment.

 Awaiting your arrival when you arrived in front of your apartment building near the entrance was Melina and Alexei. They waved at you as you drove past them to park your car near the apartment building. As soon as you parked your car, Yelena, Natasha, and you got out of the car and walked towards them.

“Mama, Papa!” you called out to them, as soon as you got close Alexei lifted you up in a bone crushing hug, which would have literally been bone crushing if Melina didn’t step in and asked him to put you down. 

“Oh my sweet little one, is it so good to see you!” Melina cupped your cheeks with her hands and peppered small kisses to your face. Melina was never the one to show any physical affections but when it comes to her daughters and/or family, she will gladly shower them with love. 

“Why don’t I get kisses?” Yelena spoke up from behind you. Melina stopped and let go of your face then looked behind you. She playfully rolled her up and smiled at them, then walked towards where Natasha and Yelena were standing. She then proceeded to do the same thing to Yelena as she did to you. Natasha stopped her though when she tried to do it to her, “Nuh-uh, I don’t want you doing that to me please,” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at her with a small glare. Melina just rolled her eyes at her “Fine fine. Have it your way.” 

You wanted to have more small talk with your family but Alexei’s impatience was getting the best of him. “I WISH TO MEET THIS GIRLFRIEND OF YOURS (Y/n)! I NEED TO CHECK THAT SHE IS MAKING YOU HAPPY AND IF SHE DOES NOT, SHE WILL HAVE TO FACE THE WRATH OF THE RED GUARDIAN!” He puffed his chest and placed his fist onto it as a sign that he was serious. Melina patted him on the shoulder and hummed in agreement. 

“Ok ok. But please don’t intimidate and scare her away, she’s a really nice and loving girl and… I just really love her,” You whispered your last words and a small blush made its way to your cheeks. 

Your family looked at you and small smiles crept up to their faces at seeing you speak of this girlfriend of yours’. They may still not exactly trust this girl but they will behave if it means keeping you happy. 

“We will behave for your sake, dear. Do not worry,” Melina softly told you, as you went to her and hugged her tightly.

“But we won't promise anything that we won't do anything,” Yelena grins at you. And you playfully punch her shoulder before hugging her too. 

“FAMILY HUG!” Alexei partially shouts before hugging you, Yelena and Natasha(who groans at being hugged before giving in) lifting all three of you up, Melina comes up from behind and joins in the hug. 

Soon after Alexei lets go of the three of you. You then lead them to your apartment building, showing them around before finally arriving at your apartment door room.   

Wanda could hear the rustling of keys and the door opening, she could tell it was you when she heard your voice from the other side of the room where she was in. Wanda just finished fixing her hair and a small giggle was let out from her when she heard a loud and boisterous laugh from what she expects to be from your dad and you quickly shushing him. 

Few moments later you entered the bedroom where Wanda was currently in “Hello dorogoy(sweetheart),” You wrapped your arms around her waist and gave her a quick soft kiss to her cheek, “My family is in the living room waiting for me to introduce you and they are quickly getting impatient the longer they haven't met you,” You told her, letting out a small laugh. 

Wanda could tell you were thinking of something and quickly asked you “What’s wrong lyubov'(love)? What do you have in that beautiful mind of yours?” 

“I really want to introduce you already but I think it's better if I take a shower and change out of my work clothes first. I wouldn’t really ask you,but if you want to go ahead and introduce yourself… you could do that. I wouldn’t want you to wait for me. And plus I think it's a good chance for you to have a one-on-one conversation with them,” You suggest to her. 

Wanda ponders a bit on the idea “But you don't have to, if you don't want ofcourse, it's your choice. Whichever you pick I'll understand,” You quickly told her slightly worried that she might feel pressured to talk to them alone while you prepare yourself. 

“I think it wouldn't be such a bad idea. It’s best to not keep our guest waiting, you know,” she teased. She does think maybe it would be good to introduce herself now more than later while waiting for you. She gave you a quick peck on the lips before directing you to the bathroom “Why don't you start on getting ready and I’ll go and talk with your family.”

“Are you sure you’ll be ok? I can ask them to wait a little bit more if you're uncomfortable doing it alone. You don’t have to do it, you know,” she assures you again that it won't be any trouble and that she can handle herself. And you reluctantly agreed and closed the door to the bathroom. 

“You got this Wanda, you can do this!” she tells herself. With one last look in the mirror she quickly left the room and closed the door behind her. She then started walking towards the living room. 

Wanda was still nervous but she wanted to try and take this opportunity to meet your family on her own. Never in her life has she felt the hallway to get to the living room ever felt this long. I must be really nervous, she thinks to herself. But as soon as she saw a glimpse of the person sitting down on the couch she was left speechless “Natasha?” she calls out questionly to the red haired girl that she very much knows.  

Natasha heard her name being called by a familiar voice she could recognize “Wanda?” she stands up from the couch seeing Wanda in your apartment “What are you doing here?” she quickly asked her. “And how are you here?” she asked her sternly. 

Wanda gulps from now just realizing who your family is, and how Natasha is very much glaring straight at her. If looks could kill she was most definitely would’ve been dead by now. “I…-uh live here?” her last words were kind of a whisper but she knows that Natasha most definitely heard her. But before the redhead could ask her more questions a voice was heard from the kitchen. 

“Sestra(sister), have you seen the vodka bottles that (Y/n) has in her cupboards? They are very good!” A blonde girl comes out of the open doorway holding one of your vodka bottles and expecting it. Wanda most certainly knows who that blonde girl was; and it was Yelena. 

Yelena finally notices Wanda standing in the living room and her face contorts into confusion. “Maximoff? What are you doing here? And where’s (Y/n)?” 

Wanda turns her head to where Yelena is standing then turns her head back to Natasha, then back to Yelena, then Natasha. She only then stopped when Natasha walked closer to her, grasping her shoulders with her hands and sternly asking her again the same set of questions she asked a while ago. 

“She’s…uhh-she…,” Wanda clears her throat. “She’s taking a shower at the moment…and about me being here. I’m…-uh, her girlfriend.” She finally tells them and she could definitely see how both sisters are surprised – even though they have already kind of figured that out – soon both of them look at her with a glare both plastered on their faces. I’m dead, this is how I die… oh god!, Wanda thinks to herself. 

Soon enough Yelena speaks up. “Wait so all this time when you were telling us about the girl you’ve been crushing on and then started dating was our sister?” Wanda gives a small nod in return, her face was filled with fear for her life. “So all the time you were talking about wanting to do things to her in bed…You were referring to her,” Yelena pointed to the hallway where she assumes to be where your bedroom is located “Our sister,” Yelena gags at the many times Wanda has rambled and fantasizes about what she wanted to do to you, but continued to very much harden glare at her direction.

Wanda’s cheeks turn a deep red at the moments she talks about you to them, not realizing they were your sisters! She wanted to crawl and hide in a small corner or hole to be hidden and never be found again; and she most definitely knew that both sisters were fuming. 

Natasha seems to actually be the first one to calm down and straighten her back. She knew Alexei and Melina were still in the kitchen looking around since you told them about the vodka bottles that you had. But now seeing one of her teammates at your apartment and you dating them, she was speechless to be honest. You never considered joining the Avengers because you didn't want your life to be filled with action anymore, you wanted a normal life as it can get. She knew you didn’t know any of the Avengers apart from her and Yelena. Although she may let this slide since, she knew what kind of woman Wanda is but that still didn’t stop the anger she was feeling right now; (1) being that she was concerned for your safety if you were dating Wanda (who was an Avenger) that could attract a lot of danger and enemies to you, and (2) was practically that overprotective sister that she was and also because of being reminded of what Wanda had told them before about you and the activities she wanted to do with you, the thought makes her gag internally. 

   “Ok,” Natasha breathes out, “We can talk about this whole you dating my sister thing later, but I have to know one thing Wanda. Does she know?” Natasha asks her.

Wanda was beet red at this point and was sweating from the tension of the room between the three of them. She understood Natasha’s question to her, Do you know? She thinks maybe you did know she was an Avenger but never told her. But she knows that you never knew, since you never really mentioned anything about them, not even when she asked you if you knew Iron man or Tony stark (who is Iron man). You would always just look at her with a look of confusion. 

“No, she doesn’t know,” Wanda nervously tells her. She was playing with the rings at her fingers since this has been the most uncomfortable talk ever in her life.  

Yelena and Natasha looked at each other and just nodded. They both went back to what they were doing and that confused the Sokovian even more and made her even more nervous than she originally was before! 

Soon later you finished pampering yourself and started heading towards the living room. Upon arriving you saw Wanda standing right at the end of the hallway standing still, you could immediately tell she was nervous and you went up behind her and softly placed one hand behind her and started rubbing her back gently. 

“Are you ok Wanda?” you asked. She turns her head facing you and gives you a small smile “I’m ok lyubov'(love).”

You give her one last look before bringing your attention to your redheaded sister that you see sitting down on the couch. You smiled her way and grabbed one of Wanda’s hands and dragged her to meet your sister (you assumed that they hadn't met considering she was just standing still at the end of the hall).  

“Natty!” you called for her attention. Your sister looks at you and stands up abruptly and hugs you. “Nat, this is my girlfriend Wanda!” you beamingly smiled at her. Natasha plastered a fake smile and took one of Wanda’s hands in the form of a handshake but grips it tight, “Nice, to meet you Wanda.” she says, hiding the irritation in her voice. 

You were oblivious to the terrified look on Wanda’s face and played it off as first-time-meeting-family-jitters. You dragged both Wanda and Natasha to the dining table, where the rest of the family was waiting. 

As all three of you entered the dining room, you saw Melina and Alexei conversing with each other, and Yelena taking a shot of vodka, you taught it was her first shot and let it slide but in reality it was her 3rd shot (in her mind this was a way to keep herself from throwing hands at Wanda later on). 

“Mama, papa, this is my girlfriend Wanda,” you introduce her to your parents, “Wanda these are my parents, Melina and Alexei.” 

Wanda never officially met your parents but she did recognize the names that were mentioned before when Natasha was talking about her “adoptive” family. 

“Hello dear, it's finally nice to meet you. I hope you find our family to be a welcoming one,” Melina gives Wanda a small smile from where she was seated. Alexei though was not very calm and stood up quickly and went over to where Wanda was, to say Wanda was not intimidated by the towering man infront of her was very much a lie. “SO! you are the woman that my lovely youngest has been talking about. Welcome to the family!” Alexei grins at her and pats her on the back not minding his own strength, which made Wanda stumble harshly, almost falling face first if you were not holding onto her. 

On the other-side of the table where Yelena resided and which Natasha was now seated wished for Wanda to have face planted on the floor when Alexei patted her on the back. To say they were disappointed was subtle for anyone not paying attention.

 Once everyone was seated around the table, everything fell into place, your parents and your girlfriend seemed to be getting along quite well and Alexei was enjoying himself by telling the same old story to Wanda about his encounters with Captain America. You saw Wanda looking at you silently asking for help since she didn’t want to be rude. 

 Although you saw your sisters were still pretty silent, you saw them glance at each other time-to-time probably having some silent conversation with each other, even Melina noticed. 

You were happy that Wanda was able to meet your family and converse with them and the same goes for your family. All of you talked from the afternoon till nightfall. You were getting pretty tired and everybody can tell. You didn’t want to end the night yet so you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. 

There was a small silence after you left the table before Melina spoke up, “So, you are the scarlet witch from the Avengers. Am I correct?” Wanda choked on her drink and nervously looked at Melina, even Natasha and Yelena were surprised. “Do not worry Wanda, I do not mind that you are an Avenger or that you have powers. What matters to me is that you will protect my daughter and love her with your whole heart,” 

Wanda stared at Melina for a few seconds before speaking, “I promise that I will protect (Y/n) from any danger that comes her way and I truly do love her, she’s truly a beautiful women from the inside and out. I’m really lucky that I was the one who caught her heart and that she caught mine,” Wanda answered with love and sincerity in her voice, whether or not your family approves of her she could care less, as long as you approve of her that was already enough. 

Melina and Alexei looked at Wanda in complete awe (even Natasha and Yelena were in awe), and were both happy that you were able to find someone to love. They both smile at Wanda in approval before standing up from their seats. Wanda, Yelena and Natasha look at them confused at the sudden action. 

“This was such a nice evening and it was a very nice meeting you, Miss Maximoff, but I think it's time for us to go,” Melina stated. “Your going already?” you suddenly appeared from the kitchen doorway with a frown on your face. “Oh my dear milyy rebenok(sweet baby), It is already nightfall and we need to get going. Oh but don't worry we will come visit regularly,” she moves forward to your direction and hugs you tight, you hug back just as tight. 

“Ok,” you say before ending the hug, “I’m going to miss you and papa,”you say, before hugging Alexei too. He hugs back before moving beside Melina. 

You helped them gather their things and gifted them some of your vodkas for them to take home. You all said your goodbyes and hugged one last time before escorting them out of your apartment building. Once back inside Wanda had already fixed and cleaned the rooms and kitchen, you entered the bedroom and saw her. She was in the bed laying down just waiting for you. 

Wanda looked up from the bed to your direction and once she saw you a smile crept up to her face, you always made her feel loved and appreciated and today has been great (well maybe except from your sisters never really knowing if they approved or not but that didn’t matter…at the moment at least.) but that didn’t matter as she knew your parents approved of her and that you loved her with all your heart. 

“You look pretty comfy there in bed without me,” you smile cheekily at her. “It could never be comfortable without you here with me. Come to bed with me now, I demand cuddles with the hectic day I had,” she made grabby hands to you and pouted. You could never resist that pout of her, never. If your kids were to inherit that pout, you would never be able to say ‘no’ to them.

You let out a small laugh and proceeded to move to your bed. Wanda lifted up the covers for you to set yourself in, in which you happily do. You're both lying down facing each other, your hands intertwined with each other, even after almost a year of dating you still feel shy doing these small intimate actions with her.  

She laughs when she sees the blush on your cheeks and kisses both sides. “Do you know how much I love you," 

"You love me enough to tell me that you were an Avenger?" 

She stiffens at your words, "H-How did you know?" 

You placed your hand over one side of her cheek, “Calm down lyubov'(love), I am not mad nor surprised,” you let out a small laugh, “you're not very good at hiding it, really. I overheard what you said at the table, and… I'm also, so very lucky that I was the one who caught your heart.” she blushes at the fact that you probably saw her using magic.  

You both stare at each other, before leaning in close and connecting each other's lips together. The kiss was passionate and filled with love. You move down your hands to her waist and place yourself on top, you remove your lips from hers when you realize you need oxygen. 

“I love you so much Wanda,” you tell her, breathing heavily. 

“I love you too,” she says before kissing you again. 

The kiss was hungry, you moved down your lips to her neck. Wanda let out a small moan at the action and wrapped her arms around your neck to keep you closer, she started to grind herself under you to help relieve herself of the heat in between her legs. “(Y-Y/n), ple-please don't stop,” she moans.

You started to move down kissing down from her neck to her waist, but before you could continue you heard a loud bang coming from your door. “YOU BETTER HOPE YOUR NOT DOING ANYTHING BAD IN THERE!” you heard one of your sisters yell on the other side. The banging turned into knocks as they continuously did it, “Open this door right now!”

You and Wanda both groaned at the interruption and both laid down beside each other, before looking at one another. You give Wanda a small apologetic smile before standing up and heading to open the door. 

Before you could even reach for the door, it opens and both your sisters stumble through. Yelena is first to recover and quickly hugs you making you both fall down. “Wha- Yelana! What are you doing?!” you try to pry off your sister but to no luck. “I’m trying to save you!” and now you're just completely confused, what the absolutely fuck is going on?, you thought to yourself.

Natasha on the other hand heads for your bed where Wanda is still residing, Wanda was just as confused as you but not if terrified on what they were doing. Wanda wanted to ask but squealed as she felt Natasha throw her over her shoulder. Natasha said nothing and just walked for the door. Wanda could easily overpower Natasha with her powers but opted to not use it fearing she would get hurt.

“NATASHA! Why are you carrying my girlfriend?” you seethed, still struggling under Yelena, who was hugging you tighter.

“Don't worry she will sleep outside,” Yelena quips. 

“What the actual fuck? NO! You both are supposed to sleep outside - While me and my girlfriend sleep together,” you were finally able to push Yelena off and rushed to get to Wanda. You stepped in front of Natasha and kicked her in the stomach but not strong enough to really hurt her. She let go of Wanda and you grab her, wrapping your arms protectively around her. 

“Both of you have gone crazy!” you yell at them. 

Natasha recovers from the kick and stands up, “I don’t want you to be alone with her in a room – with a bed,” she stated. “Good thing we came just in time too,” Yelena remarked from behind Natasha. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sighed heavily, Wanda places a comforting hand behind your back. “Nat, don't you think this is a bit overkill?” Wanda asked. Natasha shakes her head signifying ‘no’. “If it's to protect my sister nothing is to overkill,” glaring slightly at Wanda. 

“Come now sestra’(sister), we're just trying to protect what innocence you have left,” Yelena laughs. “Dear god,” you mumble to yourself. “Natty, Yel. You both will stay outside and sleep in the guestroom or sleep outside, your choice,” you raise your one brow with a madden expression telling them that you're serious. They stare at you shocked and reluctantly they start walking to the guest room, moving past you and Wanda. 

“So sorry about them, if I knew letting them stay here for the night would lead up to this, then I would've never let them sleep over,” you chuckled awkwardly at Wanda. 

“Don’t worry about it, it's pretty endearing with how willing they were to protect you and I don't really mind at all,” she grabs your arm and drags you to the bed, “They’re your family and I know they did it out of love for you,” 

You stop yourself before reaching the bed, “Let me close the door then we can sleep,” you go to close the door but hear your sister shout from the guest room, “DO NOT CLOSE THAT DOOR!” she yells. “SHUT UP AND SLEEP!” you responded back, and shut the door. 

“Oh you will never hear the end of it when you meet them back at the Avengers place, I can tell.” 

“A punishment I will have to bear. I think I'll just have to stay here then, till they calm down and wont kill me on sight,” Wanda laughs. 

“You know I'll never let them kill you,” you tell her as you lay down on the bed. 

You move close to Wanda and hug her in your arms as you get yourself comfortable. “I know,” she says before hugging you back tighter. 

Both of you fell asleep in each others arms peacefully. 

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x fem!reader #natahsa romanoff #yelena belova #Natasha x sister!reader #Yelena x sister!reader #Melina x Daughter!reader #Alexei x Daughter!reader

[jedi-enthusiast]

My [ongoing] CodyWan Fic Masterlist

Hello! Sorry that this post is a little late, as I said in another post, I've been busy and it kinda got sidetracked--but it's here now!

This rec list isn't gonna be as long as the other one, since I haven't really had time to get into new fics (life stuff + the work of writing my own fic), but there a still a good chunk of them + a couple are series.

They're gonna be separated into "Ongoing" and "Abandoned" so that way you know what you're getting into and I'll put more info in the description--and yes, I'm recommending a couple abandoned works because I think they're still good and maybe with enough support the authors will decide to continue. Either way, they're good fics.

Ongoing

shoulder the sky by @shootingstarpilot

Have I already recced this series? Yes. Am I still reccing it again? Also yes.

I seriously cannot rave enough about how awesome and well done this fic is, and no amount of me harping on it will ever do it thejustice it deserves. This fic has made me laugh, cry, get really pissed at the characters, and it has me waiting (im)patiently for every update--like, every single day I check Ao3 and it's just to check if this fic has updated.

It handles Jedi and Clone culture beautifully and adds in so much interesting world building, it perfectly balances out the fluff with the angst, it handles grief and PTSD very well, and so many other things! The author is also honestly just very sweet and even takes time out of his day to reply to as many comments as possible (which is insane, because there are always like 70+ comments on every chapter).

The Emperor and His Mandalorian by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67)

Technically I think this would be considered finished, but the author has added a new work to the series every couple months since I found it, so I'm adding it here just in case.

It's a Sith!Obi-Wan AU where Obi-Wan kicks Palpatine's ass and becomes Emperor and marries Cody, son of Manda'lor Jango Fett, as an agreement when Mandalore surrenders to him. I honestly really like how this fic handles Obi-Wan as a Sith and how that affects his actions and relationships with others, as well as Cody being a sort of "balance" for Obi-Wan's dark tendencies.

I'm not even a big fan of Sith!Obi-Wan fics, but this series is the one that got me to start reading some of them--so it definitely comes recommended!

no one left to sing to by slotmachines_fearofgod

This fic is a really interesting take on what would happen in TCW if Cody took more of an active role in the story. I love the author's take on Cody's character and how both his duty to his brothers and all the Kamino bullshit effects how Cody handles Obi-Wan and his feelings towards him.

Also the ending of the most recent update had me screaming and crying at my computer.

The art of living anyway by Itstwointhemorningwhyamiawake

A "Rex is Force-sensitive" fic that follows Cody and Obi-Wan's relationship as well. This fic is pretty new, so I don't really know where it's going, but the first two chapters have been amazing so far!

Abandoned

the sun is just a star by clementines_and_colorful_things

It's hard to give this fic a description that does it justice, but it's honestly really really good. It's basically a slow burn that follows Obi-Wan and Cody through TCW and, according to the tags, would eventually lead to Order 66 happening differently than in RotS.

More Than Blood by generalekenobi

Where Order 66 happens a bit differently and Cody and Obi-Wan end up on the run with baby Luke and Leia, having to masquerade as a Mandalorian couple to do so (uh-huh, yep, totally fake--them have feelings for each other? never).

I really love how this fic gives Cody agency and lets him go "no, we're not doing that, try again" and actually effect the story's outcome. It makes the story a lot more interesting and adds to the dynamic between Cody and Obi-Wan--both relationship-wise and in their newfound mission in taking care of the twins.

I Can Barely Recall (but it's all coming back to me now) by Shortcuts_make_long_delays

Ok, so I don't know if this fic is abandoned or just taking a while to update, so I just put it here--just be aware of that.

This is a Modern!AU where Cody and Obi-Wan used to date, but broke up due to something that keeps being hinted at but not overtly stated (and fuck, I just wanna know what happened! It's killing me!), and now Cody meets his ex "Ben" again when he turns out to be Obi-Wan, Anakin's older brother.

This fic is really interesting and well written and, like I said before, I really just want to know wtf the accident is--the suspense is killing me! Ahhhhhh!

Honorable Mention

An honorable mention for Not This Crude Matter by thebitterbeast

This fic was gonna be apart of the "ongoing" section, but the final part was posted like right after I posted my finished CodyWan rec list.

This series isn't just centered around Cody and Obi-Wan, but I still think it handles their relationship--and other relationships--beautifully. It centers mainly around Jedi culture and it's honestly one of my favorite takes on it. I can't recommend this series enough!

#ao3 fanfic #codywan #codywan fanfic #star wars #fanfic #codywan fic recs #fic recs #I hope you guys like this list as much as the last one #show fic authors some love #they deserve it

[drawingducktalesducks]

Scrooge: GIVE IT AWAY!?

Webby: More like putting it mostly back?

Scrooge: BACK!

Webby: Yep! I'm calling it "re-adventuring!"

Scrooge: WH-WHAT DO YE MEAN YE WANT TO PUT IT ALL BACK?!?!?

Webby: Well it’s kinda hard for any else to enjoy it right now-

Scrooge: ENJOY!?

Webby: -what with it all being locked up in bins and stuff...

Scrooge: I- bins? Lass, are you hearing yourself? The beasties in the other bin are dangerous monsters of magic and menace!

Webby: Exactly! Fun!!!

Scrooge: And the money in the bin is MINE. I collected it-

Lena: cough stole cough cough

Scrooge: -fair and square!

Webby: I know. You’re a self-made man.

Scrooge: That I am!

Webby: You worked hard and took risks and made an amazing life for us.

Scrooge: See? Bless me bagpipes, I didn’t risk life and limb gathering gold and trapping terrors just so anyone off the street could squander them- I did it for our FAMILY.

Violet: Hmm.

Scrooge: Oh alright, I did it for the adventure- which I then SHARED with my family! Happy now?

Violet: That is more accurate, yes.

Webby: And wonderful! Growing up in manors and going on adventures with you is great! But what about, you know… everyone else?

Scrooge: If someone else wants to run from a bloodthirsty unicorn, or earn-

Lena: Steal.

Scrooge: EARN treasure from an accursed temple, then what’s stopping them, eh? They can go right ahead and do it on their own dime!

Webby: How?

Scrooge: What?

Webby: How is anyone else supposed to do what you did, if there’s no adventures left in the world for them? 

Scrooge: …well…

Webby: How can they earn what you got if you’re hoarding it all in the bins?

Scrooge: … ah’m, ah’m sure there must still be, something…

Violet: There is not.

Lena: the nerds have spoken.

Webby: We've checked.

Violet: Multiple times.

Lena: and that pun is still the only fun thing to ever come out of your stupid finances

Scooge: Maybe you could check again..?

Webby: Dad, you asked me for a family business plan. This is it.

Scrooge: 'This' is also me life's work, Webby.

Webby: Exactly! It's AMAZING! But it's just sitting around gathering dust! Let’s stop wasting all your cool adventures and DO something with them!

Lena: Epic burn.

Violet: Unhelpful comment.

Lena: Sorry.

Scrooge: … just, put it all back? Give it up?

Webby: No. Invest it.

Scrooge: I'm not seeing much profit in it for us.

Webby: You will. There's always something new and fun and frightening to look forward to! So when the world needs saving, again, and a whole new generation of self-made adventures shows up to help fight for it- that'll be like the best investment security of all! Right?

Scrooge: …… ah suppose…

Lena: also like, we’ve already snuck out the sword horse, sooo

Scrooge: you wha- You’ve WHAT

Webby: It was antsy!

Violet: Your other bin is severely lacking in adequate environmental stimulation. And alarmingly lacking in security.

Lena: And Webby wanted a rematch with it

Scrooge: She wanted a- o' course she did. Did you win, lass?

Webby: We had to reattach it’s horn with super glue so I think so!

Scrooge: That’s my girl.

Webby: Thanks! Am I also your girl of sound financial investments??

Scrooge: That's...

Scrooge:

Scrooge: ... aye, lass. That you are. Truly.

Violet: 'Aww'.

Webby: My name's Webby?

Lena: Ooooh~

Webby: Wait- my name ISN'T "Truly", right? I don't have ANOTHER secret name do I? Having a clone name is fine, and getting the McDuck name is AMAZING, but they're really starting to stack up now and Scrooge wants me to work on my signature only it's really hard to fit it all on one line and I also kinda wanna add another one someday maybe depending definitely not having anything to do with YOU Lena I'm just staring at you right now because it's really FUN and ENCHANTING and wait, what're we doing right now...?

Scrooge: Will you two miscreants get this girl out of the manor before the air in here does her any more harm.

Violet: We require no prompting.

Lena: C'mon Webby, delight of my dark and accursed existence, let's go bankrupt your dad.

Webby: Okay!!!!!

Scrooge: Just- just some of the money now, not all of it. NOT ALL.

Scrooge: WEBBIGAIL ARE YE HEARNG ME DON'T EMPTY THE BIN LASS DON'T RUIN ME- LEAVE ENOUGH FOR ME TO SWIM IN AT LEAST! THE ARTHRITIS! THINK OF ME OLD JOINTS, GIRL!

#ducktales 2017 #scrooge mcduck #webby vanderquack #violet sabrewing #lena #weblena #incorrect quotes

[just-antithings]

I'm not saying adults insisting they only need to read YA books and watch children's cartoons is leading to this culture wide phobia of sex which in turn is becoming a useful vector for the increasing spread of fascism except that is exactly what I'm saying.

Im not that anon but want to expand on their thought, if they're saying what I think they are.

I thought of this more when seeing an old post of someone saying their English teacher should have let them write a report on Divergent instead making them read 1984. Someone commented supporting the OP, saying that they never read Divergent, but 1984 is problematic. Iirc, the commenter referred to Winston (I think that's the protag in 1984; sorry I haven't reread it in years) as a creep. I can't remember is this specific commenter called Winston a misogynist, but that's a common complaint I hear when people say they don't like 1984.

The screenshot of that post also had other screenshots, including the twt posts of YA authors saying that the classics were problematic. It's a sentiment I keep seeing around book twt before I deactivated my account but still on booktube as well, and it's always booktubers who also read and rant about Colleen Hoover, because they know her name gets clicks. Or booktubers that do those videos titled "I read [old/popular/controversial] series so you don't have to".

Sorry, sliding off topic a bit. Going back to what anon said, YA books tend to be more sanitized. They're supposed to be written for a 15-19 audience, so sex and gore aren't supposed to be explicit. There are YA books with sex scenes. 2 I read recently have sex scenes, but they aren't explicit. One uses mostly poetic language and infers to what's happening, and the other essentially fades to black after they get into bed, as they're touching and then picks up the next morning. (One of these YA books had a big controversy on booktube a few years ago for being problematic, though. Gee, wonder why /s)

But for the most part, often for people who enjoy urban fantasy or romances but not steamy scenes, they may go for YA, since it's usually more "PG". Unfortunately, some people get it in their head that this makes YA inherently "better", that adult books that are being more explicit are only doing it to get more sales, when YA tbh has a tighter hold on it marketing-wise.

Okay, I'm not published (yet), but I've been studying it when I need to take a break from writing to see what course is best for me and what I want to write. YA is becoming oversaturated in the market, so it's not as big a "money making genre" for debut authors as it might have been once (and I'd argue that even in the past when YA was smaller, you still had to be lucky, known, or connected to get that 6-figure check for a debut YA novel). YA is more likely to get scrutinized, considering its supposed to he for a younger audience, so a YA author wanting to push boundaries is going to receive more push-back than an adult lit author.

Now pushback happens in adult lit, too, like Ava Reid saying her editor or publisher (I forget who) told her that Juniper&Thorn might be too dark. (I've read it. Yes, it's dark, but bad reviews I saw for the book blew it way out of proportion. If you (gen) like lyrical/poetic narration and gothic horror, I highly suggest it).

But it feels like there's more of a push to keep YA books "clean". You can find some outliers, but like the YA I mentioned above, those outliers in YA that push boundaries can get wrapped in controversy and called problematic.

And for whatever reason, some people on booktube say this is a good thing and say "think of the children!"

They will say censorship is bad but then advocate for sanitized YA to be read instead of classics, because the classics are "bad" and "teach bad things" and "should be left in the past". They advocate for censorship without realizing they are advocating for censorship. It's exhausting, and as someone who wants to be published and does enjoy a lot of YA, it makes me feel discouraged. I don't think I'm "pushing boundaries" at all in my writing or saying anything new, but I'm very sure it's not sanitized enough for most publishers, especially if I wanted to try for one of the beg houses in the US.

Tl;dr One of the major problems in this anti-intellectualism is capitalism.

.

#mod erin #ask #posted without comment #fascism mention

[bluesprng]

( ♱ ) it's okay.

muse: taehyun, txt rated: g requested: yes a/n: enjoy, don't enjoy - i don't really care ♡ not at all beta'd. ♡ taehyun finds you upset over one of soobin's mangas.

taehyun had checked his phone just about every thirty minutes throughout the day or when he could get his hands on it, something that was unlike him. it earned the attention of the others but no one said anything; he would speak up if it was something they needed to know about. he, on the other hand, was growing more and more concerned as the next few hours went by without a single text back.

were you okay? had something happened? he had a million questions racing through his head by the time practice was over and he barely got out his 'goodbyes' before he was out the door.

see, taehyun is very rational and very intelligent; he could think of many reasons you weren't answering your phone but that wasn't like you. what made it worse was his quick check of your social media, trying to find some type of answer. on your instagram story was a black screen that only said 'i can't believe him.. how could he?' and for some reason, his heart sank.

did he forget something? he hadn't forgotten a single thing since you got together. he knew it couldn't have been something he said because you weren't the type to back down and stay quiet on anything that bothered or upset you. was it him being busy? you'd never been upset over that before, you liked your space and honestly never seemed to mind.

he was raking his brain the entire walk to your apartment, preparing to apologize not only for possibly hurting you but for also being dense enough not to know why. pushing his phone into his pocket as he made it up to the door, he pulled out the spare key to unlock and open the door, immediately ready to do whatever it took to make you feel better; he still didn't know why but he didn't really need a reason.

now, he expected to show up to your place and either be met with the cold shoulder or an accusation; he wasn't even one hundred percent sure you'd be home. what he found was you sitting on the floor in front of your couch, crying your eyes out and surrounded by an awfully familiar looking set of manga. the same manga he'd found soobin in tears over. he did his best not to sigh and roll his eyes because honestly, how sad could it be? maybe he was just broken in that sense.

setting his bag down, he made his way over to you and crouched down. 'hey, honey,' he cooed, reaching to lightly pull the blanket cloak down so he could see you, 'what's going on? you haven't answered your phone in.. eight hours?' it was a guestimate but close enough.

you were sniffling and wiping at your eyes, mumbling something incoherent that he couldn't even begin to decipher. he just nodded and decided neither of you were moving from the spot, so he got comfortable. settling down beside you, he managed to untangle your blanket to tuck around his frame, pulling you closer. he was going to just hold you for the time being but he didn't mind when you decided how you wanted to be; he was more than content to have a lap full of his lover.

'men are stupid,' you finally muttered, tears stopping but he could tell it would only take a single sensitive word to have you back to sobbing.

'thanks,' he mused, reaching up to lightly brush a fallen eyelash from your cheek, most likely from the aggressive rubbing you'd done to them; he would save his teasing over your cute, puffy features for later.

you deflated a bit. 'shut up, you know i don't mean you..' you commented, 'he did all of this grand stuff and said he loved her in the most beautiful confession i've ever heard, he promised to do anything and everything f-for her and then just..' as tears began to form again, you threw your hands up in a dramatic expression, 'decided she wasn't good enough and left!'

taehyun listened, like he always did and brought both hands up, thumbs gently wiping away the tears that fell. 'hey, hey.. it's okay,' he smiled a little as he spoke, 'sounds like she deserves better anyone.'

'but you should h-have seen the things he said to her!' you frowned and as much as he didn't want to, he let out a gentle chuckle. 'you're so mean, you know that?'

he shook his head. 'baby, i'm not mean.. and, i'm not going to be stupid and say 'it's just a book' because i know it's not but.. at the end of the day, whatever happens on those pages.. isn't real.'

you frowned deeper at him and he knew this wasn't what you wanted to hear. 'what if you do what he did? what if.. you make all these promises and then find someone better..?'

there it was. your real reason for crying came to light and he had been waiting for that. he knew people got emotional over books and movies and shows but normally, you didn't hang onto things like that for too long. 'is that why you've been crying, love?'

you looked down and played with part of the blanket, shrugging slightly. 'it.. just seemed like a familiar situation,' you answered and he could see a tear slide to drip from the tip of your nose and his heart wrenched, 'two people, one in a higher position than the other.. they fall in love, the higher up one makes all these gestures and does all these spectacular things and says all of those sweet words but then finds someone in a similar higher position and suddenly, the other one isn't good enough.'

taehyun wasn't exactly fond of how it was worded, not considering himself to be in any higher standing than yourself, but it wasn't the first time you'd brought it up to him.

'first of all.. anyone who thinks so highly of themselves is gross,' he pointed out, 'that shouldn't matter in the long run, honestly. sure, one may make more or have more opportunities, I guess that depends on who is doing what. however, thinking someone is good enough or not good enough based on their standing just makes you an asshole, don't you think?' he sighed softly and moved one hand to the back of your neck to gently guide you closer to him, the arm circling to hold around your midsection, 'i believe if he let her go for that shallow reason.. she will find someone much, much better. someone who is going to mean all of the things that he didn't.'

you let out a small whine that made him laugh a little and squeeze your frame, hand shifting from your neck to pat your head. 'in our situation, i disagree. i've meant everything i've ever said to you and i have never done a single thing that wasn't backed with how i feel for you - i've never gone above and beyond with meaningless gestures. i surely don't plan on going off and trying to date another idol just because we're in the same position.'

he could feel you relaxing the more he spoke, arms loosely sinking around him and he moved the blanket to tuck you in your spot, balled up as much as you could manage against his chest.

'i know somedays it may get to you and hey, it's gotten to me before.. but, we are nothing like those characters, okay? if i ever let you go.. it's because you wanted to be let go and i won't do that without a very, very long talk. i love you, more than anything.'

pressing a kiss to your head, his eyes closed as he hugged you close, rubbing your back. 'you okay?'

after a few minutes you finally nodded. 'i love you, too.'

'now.. stop letting soobin give you things to read.'

your only response was to weakly hit his back before settling again, content to dose off in his hold.

#txt #txt things #txt reactions #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt x reader #taehyun imagines #taehyun scenarios #taehyun reactions #kang taehyun

[technicianuprisingau]

Drawing the Rest of the Copy Ability Stars, Round 1!

I wasted a lot on this... so let's get this show on the road!

Yes, there are oh-so-many abilities that are canon in Technician Uprising, but HAL doesn't bother making ability stars for them. And so, as an AU owner... I have a full reign to design all of them! I am going to comment on each of them as well! Click down below to learn more about the process of making each star and what I think about the ability overall.

From top left to bottom right:

Balloon - The first one I draw overall (and the first ability fully illustrated, though I wanted to design Light fully first). This ability really just appeared in Canvas Curse, which is canon to TU, and due to a totally not secret plan of mines, I had to turn this into a full-fledged ability. Honestly. It just existed for Canvas Curse, so I hope the revamp moveset will give it a bit more versatility outside just "haha easier to control ball go brr".

Light - The MOST underused and underrated ability, FIGHT ME. God I love the concept of Light being used as a power but MAN. BIGGEST OOF FOR THIS ABILITY. Literally exists as early as in Adventure and was left for the slumps, never to be adapted. Watch as I make this a permanent use ability. I had to check the illustration of this ability in Adventure to get the icon.

Metal - Once again taken here due to a due to a totally not secret plan of mines. Honestly this is just Stone but Stone Change is always on. But I'll figure out what to do with it. And no, we're not using the scroll's additional ability, that's just Ball (which is also here in this round). I really just ctrl+c ctrl+p the icon from Squeak Squad directly.

Missile - Oh I would make this a Technician Mode... IF JET DOESN'T HAVE F^CKING MISSILE SALVO, making this ability UTTERLY OBSOLETE. Thanks HAL, but okay. Honestly it's pretty... eh. Maybe I haven't seen it too much in action. Also redrawing the Missile was. Hm. Okay I guess. I struggled setting up stroke thickness and setting since I'm limited to two colors and I don't want it to look weird, but the flame exhaust effect on the back is nice.

Bubble - I would make this a Technician Mode but at the same time I'm not so sure, it's already perfect enough to, you know, not change much... while the point of the modes is to EXACTLY twist the abilities' skills in a sense (at least for Technician. Idk. Most of Robobot Armor's ones are just normal attacks with bigger damage™ and that's it). Thank you Squeak Squad icons for saving me once again. Btw, Animal aside, this is my favorite ability in Squeak Squad. Though I'd change it to just trapping opponents in bubbles in my AU perhaps. Idk, turning them immediately to ability stars sounded... OP?

Ghost - Hahahaha spooky. I would also make this a Technician Mode... except I have an OC with Technician + Ghost with a rather complicated backstory, so, uh, no. I tried drawing a ghost, ends up just being frustrated because the proportions aren't right, but hey I did it!

Freeze - I cheated from Air Ride. Anyways, I guess I remember a Kirby gijinka artist (KirbyTardos, if I recall that username) who noted this might be more focused on defense, which I'll happily steal. Sir if you see this, I hope you're doing well, I should really check your comic series. Anyways... this one was supposedly fused with Ice nowadays, but whatever, it can co-exist I suppose. Trying to make it fancy but ends up giving up and settled for this.

Paint - Uhhhh... Isn't this just Artist? Nope! Decided that Artist and Paint are for two different specialties just like Ice and Freeze, in this case Artist is for precision while Paint is for R A N G E. I think their style should be differentiate too, with Artist you have the user having much cleaner, detailed art that needs thinking into it, while Paint is just. Graffiti. Go crazy. Go insane. Spread 387493743 splashes of paint to the wall of your neighbours!! I tried to recreate the icon in Super Star Ultra, but then I realized it looked wrong every single time and after more tweaking I just leave it like this. Could've done it better. Maybe I will revisit it someday.

Animal - Another one I could've done better I guess. Stealing again from Squeak Squad's icons! Tried adding a claw mark. Didn't work. F^ck. But oh well! ANYWAYS I LOVE THIS ABILITY HOW DID HAL DIDN'T ADD THIS TO FORGOTTEN LAND??? NOOOOO!!

Magic - Insert that one song from Milgram here. I love Deco*27. Anyways. Went simple with this one. Three cards and a magic hat that I stole from Squeak Squad. I also stole the colors of the illustration as we already have abilities with black and white ability stars and I doubt I can change em much to make it distinct. Yeah, yet once again taken here due to a due to a totally not secret plan of mines.

Ball - Ballin huh? You guessed it, it is, yet again, once again taken here due to a due to a totally not secret plan of mines. I don't think this one has to change a lot, it's just so goofy. I like its vibes, but I bet it will be a pain in the ass to use properly in-game somehow. Shoutout for Nightmare in Dreamland's little ability illustration for this. Also it's hard to design the ball icon itself so I went with a beach ball.

Laser - I kinda want this to be a Technician Mode, so we'll see this one with great interest! I wanted other colors but the illustration artworks only gave me colors that already exist or too close to other ability star's colors... then I realize that not all copy abilities have to share their outfit colors with the ability star, because Wing existed - it doesn't have blue but the star's blue-ish anyways! So I decided to go for pink, the color of the laser beam that was shot in the illustration!

Iron - Yes this is canon. Yes I will have to revamp this to avoid this being just Stone 2.0 but with deflect system, and in fact, I have made a full moveset from this long time ago! It's now a construct creating ability, creating simple things such as pillars and stuff. Still retains the "deflection with staff" technique and the one that reminds you of Stone Change... but I made the latter time-restricted rather than "as long as you hold it you're invisible" spiel. Anyways. The ability hat, as well as some iron blocks to hammer it to the point that HEY THIS ABILITY'S ENTIRE THING IS IRONS and not just "snek????"

Top - Went with green because that color is rare for copy ability stars, THANK GOD. It's also one that I purposely made canon because it's funny! Also young me already made a full-fledged moveset for this, thank f^ck. Tried to make it look like the top is tipping and gliding. And still spinning. Kinda looks smooth me thinks.

Baton - Oh god the ability's design itself is kinda mid imo but I'LL REDESIGN THAT JUST YOU SEE. Anyways. This is another one in the "so underused it hurts" category. For some reason the ability is one-use in the anime!!! Wow!! F^ck it!! Young me made a full-fledged moveset so WE'LL GO BY THAT THANKS. I went with pink... again... Or red... uh... I guess it's just pale dark pink, I used color picker on the staff don't ask. Tried to bring more of a Suplex vibe with a puffball holding the staff as if spinning it. S p e e n. I like the concept of the ability though, Motion Manipulation baby!

We might have more abilities on the go, but we'll see. I might move on to redrawing all Technician Modes after this. I'll also update the spreadsheet eventually with all these damn stars WAHOO.

Please enjoy ^^

P.S. if anyone wants to use these for their TU OCs, hmu and I'll give you separate version of the ability star you want!!

#kirby #kirby au #technician uprising #technicianuprisinglore #kirby art #kirby series #kirby canvas curse #kirby squeak squad #kirby's adventure #kirby nightmare in dreamland #kirby anime #kirby right back at ya #copy abilities #headcanon #wow I'm going to make more of these too #at least the anime abilities are dealt with #maybe i'll remake the contact ability ones. haha. #help me.