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Chapter 13: Happy Endings...

Raining Hellfire: Season One | Season Two

Raining Hellfire: Season Two [Finale]

Word Count: 6710 words

Warnings: swearing, lots of fluff, mentions of adoption, slight mention of death, visions, I tried my best to make it a happy one okay

[A/N: This is the last chapter for Season Two and wow I didn't think this many of you would love my story. Thank you all for reading and keeping up with me. I know we've come so far from an Eddie x Reader story but I really wanted to give the reader more of a role in the episodes than just pining over eddie all the time. Anyways, please enjoy and read til the end for an announcement :)]

Happy Endings...

One month later…

December was easily your favourite time of year. Something about the buzz of Christmas and how the cold felt right just made you happy. It was almost peaceful.

After a long day of shopping for outfits and presents, you make your way home so you could start getting ready. You had volunteered for the Snow Ball at the middle school a while ago with Nancy, both promising over the summer that it would be fun just to sit and chat in nice clothing. It hurt a little to know that promise meant nothing now.

You would both be there, especially since you’re too polite to cancel on the school, yet you will probably end up in different corners of the room to just exchange small smiles once in a while. At least the kids would be there. Dustin was over-excited to find out you would be attending.

Letting the door swing open, you struggled with the bags as you tread fallen snow through the hallway. With a sigh, you drop the shopping and kick off your shoes. You may have gone overboard on Christmas presents this year. But, after the month you had, you figured everyone would need some kind of cheer.

You lazily flicked on the light to the living room, removing the scarf from your neck before you saw something shift in the corner of your eye. You glance over and find a figure sat in an armchair, just staring at you.

You screamed.

“Hey! Woah, calm down. It’s me!”

In the time it took them to stand up and walk closer into view, you had reached around the corner to grab your trusted bat, bringing it up in front of you.

“Talk about deja-vu.” He laughed and your eyes widened.

You didn’t lower the bat. Billy was in your house. Billy was in your house. How did he-

He holds both his hands up in surrender, a familiar set of keys dangling from his fingers as he slowly sets them on a table. You had completely forgotten about the Halloween party, how he had swiped your keys.

In all fairness, you had a lot to worry about that didn’t include shitty exes.

“I’m just here to talk.” He glances in your general direction and lowers his arms, shoulders slumped. He almost looked… scared.

“What do you want?” You practically spat the words at him.

The last time you saw him was the night he tried to attack Lucas, the night he actually attacked you and Steve. If Max hadn’t stopped him, he would have killed your best friend. You did return his car, but you didn’t stay long enough to even see him.

“To…” He takes a breath, finally bringing himself to look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Once he says it, it’s like a dam was burst in his mind, allowing his true thoughts to finally escape.

“I’m sorry for everything, Y/n. I… I don’t even have any excuses anymore. Everything went to shit. Everything and… I don’t know what happened to me.”

You lower the bat and prop it against the wall within reaching distance.

“You realise an apology won’t change anything, right?” You risk a step closer, “You hurt a lot of people, Billy. Innocent kids. Hell, if I weren’t there- if Steve wasn’t there, then you would have hurt Lucas-”

“But I-” He tries but he’s not the only one in need of closure.

“And Steve, oh my god, you almost killed him. I- I don’t even know why I’m talking to you right now.” You raise your arms in exasperation, moving to walk away and yell at him to leave.

“I know.” He follows you into the hallway, practically begging. It was more than unusual for him. “I know and I hate myself for it.”

That took you by surprise. You stop, turning back to look at the boy stood just outside of the living room.

“Then why?” You shake your head, trying to process the fact that Billy Hargrove was apologising to you. “What the hell happened to you?”

He stays silent, avoiding your eyes yet again.

Billy used to be the sweetest boy you knew, even with an abusive father. But you knew that was because of his mother. They had a bond that could never be broken. That was until she left.

“Billy…” You try, crossing your arms across your torso for comfort.

“You left.” He whispered, staring at the photo on the desk next to him; it was one of you as a child, sitting with your aunt when she had visited once. “I thought… I thought you just left. I thought it was my fault.”

You try to respond but nothing seems to leave your lips. He takes your silence as his cue to continue.

“I deserve it. All of it. I was an asshole. I treated you like shit and you never did anything wrong. It was never- But… Lillian died. You had fought her and that’s- that’s when I realised.” He looks up to you, eyes foggy, “I did that.”

“No, you-” As much as you hated Billy, you weren’t letting him take the fall for something you did. You weren’t that kind of person.

“You were always so kind, so patient and… I took my anger out on you. Because it was easy.” He stepped closer, shaking his head as all the pieces in his mind fell together, “And then you did the same to your best friend. Don’t you see, Y/n? It’s an endless fucking cycle of pain and misery all because my dad wasn’t given enough fucking attention.”

At this point, you had nothing to say. You just stared, speechless.

“When you left, before I could explain anything… it felt like any hope I had for redemption was ripped out of my body. You were the only person in California I gave a shit about. And I ruined it. Just like I’m ruining it now.”

“What are you talking about?” You ask before realising as soon as the words left your mouth, “Max.”

“I never had a sibling before.” He shrugs, shaking his head.

“You can’t treat her the way you treated me.” You blurt and he whips his head up to you, “She won’t be your personal punching bag.”

“I never wanted to-”

“I know. I know you never wanted to, but you did. You did hurt me, even when we were friends. And I let you. Because I met Neil and I saw how he manipulated you, poisoned your mind and for that, he will always be my enemy. But you can’t use that as an excuse-”

“That’s just how any kid in that position would react! There is no way around that!” He yells but you won’t be intimidated.

“No.” You say, determined fire in your eyes, “No. Shitty fathers are around much more than you think. Abusive ones… just look at Jonathan Byers. You may not see him the way I do, the way all of his friends do, but have you ever stopped to think that he was in the exact same position as you? You both broke from the pressure, had to deal with a father-figure that only wanted to tear you down. But the one difference? Jonathan used that pain to protect his friends, to become the person he wanted to be. Don’t ever tell me that there isn’t a choice in any of this!”

“What do you want from me, Y/n? To be like Byers?”

“I just… I just wanted you to talk to me, Billy! That’s all. Maybe if you did…”

“Nothing would have changed.” He says with so much certainty that you stepped back in surprise. “That party would have still happened. You would have still moved away. Nothing between us would have changed. We wouldn’t be together.”

“You don’t know that.” You sigh.

“You looked happy.” Billy smiles sadly, hands in pockets. “Getting here and seeing you with that freak-”

“Eddie.” You cross your arms. You’d be damned if you’d let anyone call him that around you. “His name is Eddie.”

“Yeah, Eddie. I, uh… I hated it.” He chuckled lowly, “I hated that you were happy when I was more miserable than ever. I blamed you for everything.”

“Why?”

“I thought you ran away. Left everyone without a care. Max tried to tell me the truth and I didn’t listen. Didn’t want to, I guess.” He leans against the wall, nodding. “I get it now.”

“Good.” You cross your arms, staring at the floor, “I never wanted to leave. Not at the time but now… I know that part of me was glad to leave it all behind.”

“You should be.” He muttered before looking at you, “That night… Lillian-”

You shake your head, cutting off his words. You didn’t need the reminder. “I don’t-”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

You look up with confusion.

“I’m not a narc.” Billy shrugs, “Whatever I saw that night… It’s not important anymore. Everyone was drunk and mad at eachother. Stuff like that just happens.”

“What did happen?” You furrow your brows. You knew what happened, at least with the before and after. But you still couldn’t remember the actual fight itself, how she even ended up in the pool…

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirks, thinking it’s a test, and he heads to the door, careful to keep his distance from you.

“Billy. Wait…” You follow him out the door and he stops before the last step off the porch. You had too many burning questions so you settled for one he could actually answer.

“What happened when I left California?”

The question hung in the air before Billy stepped off the porch and turned to you one last time, smiling thinly.

“I had no reason to care anymore.”

And with that, he continues walking away, leaving you on your porch to process what just happened.

Despite your last visit to the Hargrove-Mayfield home, you forced yourself to ring the doorbell, gritting your teeth once Neil greets you.

“Hello, Y/n. Lovely to see you again.” He smiles. Oh, how you wished you could rip that moustache off his face and feed it to him.

“I’m here to help Max get ready for the dance.” You force a sweet smile onto your face, sighing relief when he points you in the right direction and leaves you to it, clearly not interested.

You find Max in the bathroom, Susan stood above her as she twists her ginger locks into a bun. Max looks as if she is about to throw up any moment as she stares at her reflection.

“Oh, Y/n. Good, you’re here.” Susan comments as if you were just some required visitor. Max rolled her eyes.

“Hey, Y/n. Mom, you can go now.” She turned to face her, eyes wide and practically begging her to leave.

“Okay, okay. You girls have fun.” Susan smiles, walking past you.

Usually, you’d be more than happy for her to leave you alone. But curiosity got the better of you.

“Actually-” You stop her in her tracks and you glance back to Max. “I’ll be right back.”

Your sister gave you a confused nod and continued to fiddle with her hair in the mirror.

“Did you need something, sweetheart?” Susan asked, almost as if the last conversation between you never happened.

You knew you wouldn’t have her attention for very long, so you jumped straight into it.

“Am I adopted?”

The silence was the only answer you needed as your mother stared at you. It took a while before she found the words to speak.

“Yes.” She sighed, relaxing her shoulders.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You question, fiddling with the bottom of your dress. It was the first dress you had worn since last year’s funeral and it felt nice. Only because you picked it out yourself.

“Because you are my daughter.” She rests her hands on your shoulders. “Blood doesn’t define family. It never did. Sam and I… we were struggling to have a baby. Our last option was adoption and once I saw your beautiful doe eyes staring up at me… I knew there and then that you would be my daughter.”

“Is Max…” You both speak quietly, aware that Max was in the other room.

“No.” Susan shakes her head, “She was our little miracle.”

You take a breath. You had been pondering that question for quite some time now. And now, to see her finally admit it, you felt relief. Like you could start figuring out who you truly were.

“Do you know-”

“If you’re asking about your birth family…” She shakes her head again, “We didn’t know anything about them. Just that they had dropped you off at the orphanage and then left just as quickly as they arrived.”

Great, you thought, more unanswered questions to keep me awake at night.

“I’m sorry for being such a terrible mother.”

That caught you off-guard. “What? No, you-”

“I know, Y/n.” She smiled sadly, “I wasn’t anything like you deserved. It was… it was a terrible time for me. But I’m trying.”

She looks over to Max. “I’m getting a second chance.”

You thought carefully about your next words. “You’re going to be amazing. You were never a bad mother. You were there for me. That’s all I needed.”

“You’ve always been my independent little girl.” She brushes your hair from your face. “You’ll always be my daughter, Y/n. I never wanted to send you here but I was afraid of what people would do to you.”

“I like it here.” You reassure, smiling the first genuine smile you ever gave her, “I have a family here. And… just so you know… you’re always going to be my mother. That won’t change. But… I like living with Uncle Jack. I feel like… we need eachother more than you and I do.”

“As long as you’re safe.”

She kisses your forehead before disappearing to the kitchen. She left you with more clarity than you were expecting.

You make your way back to Max, chuckling as you watch her furiously taking down the bun your mother had insisted on.

“Help me.” She deadpanned when she saw you stood there and you nodded, still smiling.

You swiftly plait part of her hair, bringing it back so the hair was out of her face. She frowned.

“What?” You ask as she points to the hair you currently clipped back. “Oh, I thought you’d want Lucas to see your face when you dance together.”

Her face twisted and you laughed again.

“Ew. No. No, that’s not-” Max keeps shaking her head, “No.”

“You sound so sure.” You smirk, resting your head on her shoulder and looked at her through the mirror. “It’s okay to like someone, Max. Even if it’s someone you’d never expect.”

“Like you and Steve?” She raises her brow and you laugh at the comment. Usually you’d react in disgust. You didn’t know why that wasn’t the case this time.

“He’s my best friend.” You shrug.

“Right.” Max nods, pursing her lips. “Now look who’s in denial.”

“Okay, Madmax. Do you want any makeup?” You change the subject, pointing to the makeup bag at the sink.

“Uh…” She looks up at you, expecting a mocking look. But, instead, you smile, patiently waiting her answer. “Maybe? Won’t that be too… girly?”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” You say, reaching for the bag to pull out the mascara. “You can still skate when wearing makeup. I don’t think you have to define yourself to one thing. Like you can be both girly and a tomboy. I guess it just depends on how you feel at the end of the day.”

She hums in response, opening her eyes and you lightly brush some mascara on her.

“Okay, look.” You turn her to the mirror and she flutters her eyes.

“Cool.” She shrugs, a soft smile on her lips. “I’m glad you’re back. I know I keep saying that but… I kept your promise.”

You instantly smile, remembering the last words you spoke to eachother before you left. “Really?”

“I never gave up.” She looks at you with her blue eyes, holding your hand.

You grip her hand tighter. “I gave them hell.”

Footsteps approach and you see Susan walking with Billy before parting ways. Billy stops just outside of the bathroom, looking in. Max simply glares at him before turning back to the mirror. His eyes shift to you and you offer a soft smile. He faintly nods before walking away.

“It must be hard for him this time of year.” Susan comments, shaking her head as she moves aside for Max to grab her coat and head to the door.

“What do you mean?” You ask, grabbing your bag.

She looks to you in confusion, assuming you already knew. You shrug and start to walk away before she finally replies.

“His mother died last December.”

Your uncle had let you borrow his car for the evening. You had both had dinner together as a family the previous night and for once, it felt normal. Usually you’d be too stressed to pay attention and your uncle would still be recovering from a hangover with a beer in his hand. But lately, you’ve both had a breath of fresh air.

You were doing better, taking each day as it came as you reconnected with your sister and rekindled the friendship between you and Steve. Your uncle was 4 days sober, doing his absolute best to be a good parental figure for you and to finally get his life back on track. You both struggled in your own ways but it was worth it.

“Do I look stupid?” Max asked, fiddling with her clothes. “Should I be wearing a dress or-”

“You look amazing. Don't even try to deny it.” You turn off the engine and move to face her. “Ready to go in?”

She glances toward the entrance, frowning. “Yeah. I think I am.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

You both step out of the car and you lock it before snapping the keys shut into your purse and pushing the hair out of your face. Since Billy visited, you hadn’t had time to take care of your hair so it fell loose around your face. You didn’t mind.

“Is that…” Max peered over to the entrance and you followed her gaze. Outside the entrance, a car had pulled up. One you were pretty familiar with.

Dustin stepped out and made his way into the school. Max starts walking and you tap her shoulder, still looking to the car.

“Hey, I’ll see you in there?” You ask and she nods, sending a knowing look.

You make your way over to the vehicle, walking around to the passenger side since you didn’t bring a coat and the cold air was attacking your skin.

As you open the door and slide in, you hear a little yelp from the driver’s seat, making you laugh.

“That’s so not funny.” Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair and glancing back to where he had been looking before you scared him. You notice why he’s staring, smiling softly.

“She looks pretty tonight.” You comment, noticing Nancy stood just in view of the doorway. She really did look pretty.

“Yeah, she does.” He nods, turning back to you.

For a moment, he just stops. Stops moving, stops breathing. You furrow your brows, whipping your head to look behind you. But he was looking at you.

“You good there, Steve?” You laugh, as confused as ever.

“I.. uh…” He stammers before clearing his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m… yeah.”

You shake your head in bemusement before catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You had completely forgotten about the outfit, the makeup. You looked… nice?

It was definitely something different that you tried. But the emerald dress was calling your name earlier that morning and you couldn’t resist dressing up. After all, you didn’t get a Winter Formal dance.

“I didn’t, uh, realise you were…” Steve waves his hand toward the school, struggling to keep his eyes off your outfit. He most definitely wasn’t used to this.

“Volunteering?” You offer with a soft laugh. “Yeah, me and Nancy signed up a while ago. I was meant to go with her but… you know.”

“Maybe it won’t be that bad.” He suggests but the look on your face disagrees. “Okay, so maybe it will be completely awkward but, I don’t know, isn’t there someone else you can hang out with in there?”

“No.” You sigh, slumping into the car seat, “It’s Saturday night so I’m all by myself because everyone’s busy and-”

You practically squeal as an idea pops into your mind. Steve jumps a little at your sudden outburst, eyes wide.

“Are you having a stroke? Do you smell burning toast?” He questions, leaning away from you in confused fear.

“What? No.” You say as you lean towards him. You’re too invested in your own idea to notice the way his breath hitches. “You. You don’t have any Saturday night plans.”

“Excuse me, how would you know that?” He objects your accusations, shaking his head.

You relax your face, looking to him expressionless, “You literally just dropped off a child to a middle school dance.”

“Okay, okay.” He surrenders, palms raised. “And please don’t say it like that, it sounds creepy.”

“I’m not the one driving around with a 13 year old-”

Steve’s hand suddenly clamps around your mouth and you giggle, causing him to laugh along with you and retreat his hand.

“Get to the point, tinkerbell.” He finally says, resting his arm on the wheel.

“Tinkerbell?” You question and he shrugs. You weirdly like the nickname. “Anyway, I was thinking that since I’ll be all alone in that dance and you have literally zero plans-”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“What, why not?” You pout and his face twists as he tries to resist.

“No, Y/n. Don’t do this to me. Not that face. I’m not going to chaperone a stupid little school dance just so that you won’t be lonely. It’s your own fault, don’t drag me with you.”

He tries, huffing when you continue pouting and shaking his head profusely, “No. That’s my final answer!”

And just a few minutes later, you walk into the dance, taking in the gym’s decorations that hung neatly from the walls.

“This is nice.” You smile.

“I hate you.” Steve crosses his arms, scouting the sea of middle schooler’s before finding the buffet station you were meant to oversee. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Nah, you love this really.” You smirk, setting your purse onto the chair as he leant against the wall.

“I’m not even dressed for the occasion.” He mocks, pulling at his red jumper.

“You look handsome, I don’t think anyone will notice.” You say without any thought, sorting out the paper plates into even piles.

When Steve didn’t reply, you turned around just in time to watch him shift his eyes away from you, pretending to be invested in the hanging snowflakes.

“It really is nice in here.” You shuffle over to him, leaning against the wall so that your shoulders brushed eachother. “I was kind of expecting just a banner and some bunting.”

“Seriously? The schools always go all out for this kind of stuff.” Steve looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I guess California does it differently.” You sigh, looking out to see your sister talking to the Party. They all look very smart, dressed up in their suits.

“You didn’t get a formal?” He questions and you hum, focused elsewhere.

“I didn’t get the chance.” You say as your eyes drift over to where Nancy stood.

She was chatting away with Jonathan, the smile on her face brighter than you’d ever seen. You were happy for her. It’s hard to find someone that was truly made for you. Seeing them together was nice until the pang of guilt beat against your chest.

You look to Steve with a grim face but were surprised to see him smiling in their direction.

“I didn’t expect you to be this okay about it.” You confess softly and he chuckles.

“Nancy and I ended ages ago. We just didn’t know it.”

“I’m sorry.” You say and he furrows his brows, “If I had any part in tearing you and Nancy apart, I never meant to-”

“Woah, woah, no. You didn’t do anything.” He shakes his head, pushing off from the wall to stand in front of you. You never expected him to be tall for some reason. “Actually, the only thing you did was give us some clarity. Hell, if you weren’t there, I would never have actually realised what an asshole I was.”

“You were a bit of an asshole.” You laugh when he pretends to be offended.

“Wait.” He looks back to the couple across the room, pointing an accusing finger at you, “Jonathan’s here.”

“Yes, I do believe the guy holding the camera is Jonathan Byers.” You shake your head at him.

“So why did you tell me you wouldn’t have anyone else here to talk to?”

“I wanted to see if I could actually convince you to chaperone a middle school dance.” You smirk, nudging his shoulder. “Turns out the pout still works.”

“Cruel. You are cruel.” He says, unable to hide the smile in his face. “And that pout never worked on me.”

“Liar.” You accuse with a breathy laugh. He starts to object but you cut him off. “I seem to remember it working every single time, actually.”

“Oh, really? Name one time.” He waved his hand, waiting. You stand and ponder for a minute. “See? I told you, it’s never-”

“You snuck into the cinema with me when I didn’t want to go alone, you ended up joining an art class you hated to keep me company, you drove me wherever I wanted and I even convinced you to wear matching jumpers that one time.” You take a breath, looking at him, “Shall I go on?”

“So it worked a couple of times.” He winced and you smile. “They were pretty fun times.”

“God, you make it sound like we’re so old.” You shudder, leaning against the table.

“We are so old, though.” He sighed, rubbing his face, “We graduate soon, that’s scary.”

“Oh god, don’t remind me.” You grimace, “Doubt I’ll even graduate.”

“Like hell you won’t.” He snorts before noticing the stress on your face, “Hey, you’re going to graduate.”

“I’ve missed so many classes, I- I’ve spent the majority of my time fighting off monsters that shouldn’t even exist and when I don’t, I just distract myself because none of that shit ever leaves me-”

You stop your rant, fully aware that if you went on, you’d be admitting to your visions. Steve already went through a lot this year, you weren’t about to shove all of your problems onto him.

“I get it.” Steve smiles sadly and you look back up to him. He had walked over to the table, scanning the food.

“You do?”

“Yeah. I mean, I can’t imagine all the shit you went through last year. I wasn’t there until the very end but…” He takes a breath, forcing his eyes to meet yours, “When I finally found out what happened to Barb. I just- I can’t imagine being home anymore. I mean, I hated it there before but now it’s just… someone died in my backyard.”

Your breath hitches and you instinctively grab his hand, squeezing it.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Maybe…” You purse your lips, trying to think of any solution, “Maybe you can stay over tonight? Jack’s working until the morning again and I don’t particularly want to be alone. Especially after today.”

You laugh faintly at the last part but Steve frowns.

“What happened today?”

You whip your head up. Fuck. “Uh, nothing. I just… I’m just not feeling like staying in my house all by myself.”

Steve squeezes your hand and you realise you had forgotten you were holding his.

“Anyway… we could have a movie night? Just like old times.” You suggest and his eyes light up.

“I would love that.”

You smile before something catches your eye. The song choices had slowed down which meant slow dancing was covering the gym floor. You notice Max and Lucas together and you smile a little. Your eyes drift to El and Mike and then to Will with a girl you didn’t know. You searched for Dustin and his mystery date when you see him sat on the bleachers, head down.

“Oh no.” You mutter and Steve looks in that direction, breath hitching. “Should I-”

Before you could say anything, Nancy crosses the room, offering a hand to Dustin. You couldn’t stop the grin spreading across your face.

“Never mind.” You smile proudly as you watch Nancy pull Dustin to the dance floor. Even with all the hate and the tears, you could never be truly upset with Nancy Wheeler.

Steve clears his throat and you turn, not expecting his hand to be held out to you with a soft smile.

“Care to dance?”

You couldn’t stop the giddy smile on your face as you took his hand. “Would be my pleasure.”

‘Every Breath You Take’ echoed, bouncing of the walls as you swayed to the music with none other than Steve Harrington. The boy you first met when you caught his basketball after throwing a terrible shot, quickly sparking a friendship. The friend who always made you laugh, causing small little butterflies in your stomach whenever his skin brushed against yours. The jock who dumped you for Tommy and Carol when they had claimed you were ‘toxic material’, leaving you with nothing but tears. The guy who saved your life, making you question your hatred. The best friend who did everything in his power to make up lost years.

You were dancing with Steve Harrington and you were happy.

Your arms rested comfortably around his neck as his hands lay gently around your waist, allowing you to move with eachother as the song played. You smiled into his shoulder just as you turned to face the exit doors, something through the glass catching your eye. A flash of dark leather jacket and wild hair. Your breath hitched.

You pulled away from Steve just as the song came to a close and he smiled down to you.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asks you while you still glance at the door.

“Huh?” You shift your gaze to his, ignoring the flutter in your stomach. “Oh, yeah. Please. I, uh… I need to get some air but I’ll meet you back at the table?”

“Sure.” He walks away without much argument and you sigh, heading over to the other side of the gym.

Pushing open the door, you step out into the cold air, breeze hitting your bare skin. It would have caused a reaction if you weren’t still so flushed from the dance.

Eyeing the reason you wanted to come outside, you step down, tilting your head and willing the word to leave your mouth.

“Eddie?”

He quickly spun around despite how quiet your voice was. The music from the gym was blaring behind you as you took another step.

“H-hey.” He smiles, glancing down at your outfit before meeting your eyes again.

“Hi.” You breathe, your chest tightening as you realise how much you missed seeing the dimples in his face. “What, uh… what are you doing here?”

Eddie watched as you gestured to the building before letting out a cough, bringing himself back to focus. “Right. Yeah, I remembered that you were volunteering so…”

“So?” You wonder out loud, fiddling with your dress.

Wordlessly, he shifts himself to face you fully, bringing his left arm forward to reveal your Walkman. There’s a pang in your chest at the sight of your tape player.

“You left it at mine.” He clears his throat again, extending his arm to bring the object closer to you, “I figured stealing it wouldn’t be very chivalrous of me.”

“Yeah, I heard it’s frowned upon.” You laugh softly, walking closer and gently taking it from his hand, “Thank you. You didn’t have to come all the way out here.”

“I- I wanted to. It’s no big deal.” He shrugged as if he truly meant it. He stared at you a little longer and you wonder why. Was he waiting for something?

“Oh.” You suddenly speak, remembering. He furrows his brows at you. “I… I don’t have your necklace with me right now.”

You notice how his face falls slightly and you worry that you’ve somehow ruined his entire night by not returning the guitar pick.

“No, no, you don’t have to-” He tries but you’re way too deep in panic and guilt to stop talking at 100 miles per hour.

“No, I have it at home. Maybe I can just drive back and-”

“Y/n.”

“It’s not very far anyway, my uncle gave me a car so it won’t take very long-”

“Y/n!” Eddie placed both hands on your shoulders and you snapped your mouth shut. You didn’t even noticed he had closed the distance between you. He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s okay. It was a gift, it’s… it’s yours.”

“Are you sure?” Your voice was barely a whisper now, still reeling from the fact that you were staring into his chocolate brown eyes for the first time since you broke up.

“I have the ring you gave me.” He brought his hand down to show the familiar ring on his right hand but you quickly shook your head.

“If there is a single thought in your mind that I don’t want you to have that, then you’re mad.” You declare and he laughed in surprise, stepping away.

“Good. I was kind of getting used to it.” He smirked before his head tilted towards the doors you had pushed through earlier. His eye seemed to have caught something.

You glance back to see Steve talking with Dustin while holding two drinks in his hand. You smiled slightly at the sight. Steve tried his best to look interested but you could tell you needed to save him from one of Dustin’s rants.

“You seem happier.”

Eddie’s words brought you back to him. He lowered his head and you tried your best to smile.

“I suppose so.” You shrug, wrapping your arms around your torso for warmth since the cold was finally hitting you. “I guess I am. I finally got to reconnect with my best friend.”

He chuckles softly at your confession, looking back up to you as he scuffed his trainer against the concrete.

“I should probably let you get back inside. Hero-duties and all.” He smirked and your face lit up when he referenced one of your inside jokes.

“Thank you again.” You say, waving your hand currently holding the Walkman and trying to urge yourself to say what you really wanted. “I’ve missed… my Walkman.”

You mentally slap yourself.

“You’re welcome.” He nods shyly, turning around and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

You assume he’s finished the conversation and you regrettably walk back up the steps, reaching out for the door handle. It was going to be hard but you knew you had to move on.

“Hey, Y/n.” Eddie calls out and you whip your head back to him, mentally capturing a picture of the infamous grin laying on his lips. “Merry Christmas.”

“You too, Eds.” You smile, pulling open the door and finally stepping away from the past.

“Okay.” You sigh, looking at the current display of the living room.

You and Steve had started on turning the living room into a movie room like you used to, setting up the spare mattress on the floor and positioning it against the couch so you had something to rest your backs on.

When it came to pillows and blankets, you had had just chaotically thrown them everywhere. You had both lost energy after the dance so the fact that you had set all of this up was a major achievement.

You place your hands on your hips, grateful to have changed into something comfier. “So now you just put the popcorn between us while I grab the drinks.”

“You may have to grab the popcorn.” Steve mumbles and you turn to see him holding an empty bowl, pieces of popcorn still shoved in his mouth.

“I-” You take a breath, walking over and grabbing the bowl from his hands, “I have no words.”

He laughs as you walk away to the kitchen, currently moving to put Monty Python into the TV while you sort out the snack situation.

You fill up the bowl, sliding the drinks over and moving to head out of the kitchen before you notice the empty pizza boxes laying by the back door from earlier.

Dumping the snacks back onto the counter, you grab the boxes and slip out of the back door.

As you walk towards the trash cans, a taunting shiver strikes your spine, goosebumps prickling your skin. Turning to the sky, you freeze in your place. A flash of red light revealed a shadow.

It went as quickly as it appeared yet you couldn’t take your eyes off the clouds.

“You should really rethink leaving this popcorn out in plain sight.” Steve chuckles as leans against the door, the bowl in his hands. He straightens as soon as you don’t respond. “You okay?”

He looks to the sky just as you are, frowning. “Did you see something?”

You finally tear your eyes away. “Um…”

“Y/n?”

Once the both of you made your way back inside, Steve insisted you tell him everything. Not because he wanted to know, but because he wanted to help you.

It didn’t take much for you to spill everything, to describe your nightmares, how you swore you could hear the demo-dogs. You finally told him about the black dust, how none of it made any sense.

“But if you knew about the black dust, why didn’t you say something?” Steve’s worried eyes stared into yours, the noise from the comedy on the tv long forgotten now, “You could have died when we-”

“I couldn’t risk it.” You whisper and turns his head. “Tell me you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“That’s different.” He sighs, shaking his head.

“How? How is that any different-”

“Because it’s you!” Steve cries, holding your arms, “You don’t deserve any of this, Y/n. You- you’ve never done anything wrong.”

You stay quiet, a tear finally dropping from your eye. You had decided a long time ago that you would never tell anyone about Lillian. They all thought too highly of you.

“Just-” He sighs again, running a hand through his hair. “Just let me know when one of these… visions or something show up again.”

When you don’t respond, he leans forward until your foreheads touch and the action makes you laugh.

“Swear it.” He says in a robotic voice, making you laugh harder.

“Okay, okay. I swear.” You giggle and he pulls you into a hug.

“Good.” His voice muffled into your hair before he finally lets go. “Now, I’m gonna make more popcorn.”

He stands up and you let out a gasp.

“How did you even finish it?” You were dumbstruck. You could have sworn he hadn’t laid a finger on the bowl since you came back inside.

“I work in mysterious ways.” Steve taunts as he disappears into the kitchen.

You shake your head in amusement, reaching to grab the controller. Your arm stiffens.

You’ve had a lot of cold shivers but this one was definitely the worst. As you struggled to move, a breath leaves your lips and fogs the air. You start to feel light-headed as you shook and you instantly fear what you might find when you turn your head.

When your eyes find your reflection in the TV, you go cold.

Your eyes are black.

“It’s not over yet, Y/n”

[Raining Hellfire will return for Season Three]

Season Three ->

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #fanfic #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #eddie munson x reader #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #will byers #max mayfield #billy hargrove #steve harrington #st2 #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader

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francis-writes · 1 year

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Red Flags (Corinthian x gn! Reader)

A/n: ok, so I recently got obsessed with this song and decided to write story inspired by it. Also, reader has no morals so don't complain.

The date started off so well Begin my night not expecting the fright of my life She was perfect from what I could tell How could I not see the dangers right in front of me

When you met for the first time, Corinthian seemed to be perfect and your next dates only confirmed that your impression was correct. He was charming and handsome - sometimes you felt that he was out of your league and wondered why out of all people, he decided to date you. But he didn't let you doubt for long; Corinthian was a very caring partner and you could see he was captivated by you. He always listened what you were telling him, whether it was about your day or your passions. You spent a lot of time together, sometimes going to a date to a concert or club, or just relaxing in home, watching movies and eating junk food. Altough Corinthian was often leaving for a few days (he claimed it was connected with his work; you believed him even if sometimes you worried that he has other lover), he called you everyday and he brought little gifts for you from his trips. One day, you were laying together on the couch and you were talking about true crime. That was another thing you loved about Corinthian - he didn't judge you and he didn't call your interests weird like many other people. Well, somebody likes comedies and hiking, you liked horror and histories about serial killers. People should respect each other hobbies.

Human Centipede, Human Centipede I think that I'm gonna get murdered tonight * Human Centipede, please God save me I think that's a red flag, I don't want to get stabbed

"...anyway, Chikatilo cut out eyes of his victims but it was for practical reasons, if you can call them that. There was a superstition that the image of the last thing a dying person saw stayed on their eyes. He just didn't want to leave an evidence. But I have no idea why that killer they recently talk about so much, takes victim's eyes. Is it a kind of a trophy?" Corinthian changed position and sat on the couch. He was hesitating. You were close and he wanted to tell you the truth about himself for some time but he was afraid that you would get scared and try to run away. And he would have to kill you. But at the other hand - you liked to listen about murders so maybe you would take it well. "I think I can answer your question. I have to tell you something" "What, that you are this famous killer?" You chuckled but then Corinthian took off his glasses and you looked into his eyes. Or where the eyes were supposed to be. Instead of them, he had two little mouths, full of teeth. "I'm a Nightmare. I escaped from the land of Dreaming a long time ago. And answering your question... yes, I am a serial killer. Or collector, if you prefer" "What do you do with the eyes?" "I eat them" "Oh" something clicked in your mind and you asked "That's why you were leaving the town for a few days?" He nodded. You had an inner turmoil. Sure, you liked to read about true crime but dating an eyes eating serial killer was completely different thing. You felt terrified. Was he going to kill you? Maybe not, after all, you knew each other for months and if he wanted to, he could do it earlier. But if you break up with him or try to run away, he will definitely catch you and cut out your eyes. You will become character of new episode of your favourite podcast. You wondered if there's any chance to sneak out and hide from him, but Corinthian would certainly guess what you're trying to do. Maybe if you screamed loud enough, neighbours would come in time...

Stop hiding behind your silly made up red flag To not take a chance on the best relationship you never had Maybe you're right and I'm looking for excuses My heart's got bruises but I'm ready to choose this love

You looked at your boyfriend. He was observing you carefully with his eye-mouths, waiting for your reaction. It reminded you about all the good moments you had together. Your dates, falling asleep on his chest, that one time you took him to a family dinner... Honestly, nobody treated you as good as Corinthian. He didn't think you were weird, he respected your boundaries, he protected you when some assholes tried to attack you when you were coming home. This was the best relationship you could dream about. Why his murders were supposed to change that? You were happy together and that was all that matter. Hell, it could be quite interesting to date a serial killer. You had so many questions. "Well" you smiled "I guess I shouldn't have talk so much about your competitors. You weren't jealous?" Corinthian relaxed a bit. You took it pretty well, though for a few moments you looked as if you were planning an escape. "I know they are no competition for me" he leaned to you "And I trust you" You kissed him. Your hand was caressing back of his neck while Corinthian pulled you closer to himself. Without breaking the kiss, you shifted so you were sitting on his lap. He slided his hand under your shirt and you shivered under his touch. "Cori?" You broke a kiss when a sudden thought came to you. "Yes?" "If you want... you can eat my eyes" "What?" Even though he witnessed a lot of weird things both in the Dreaming and during his life in the Waking World, Corinthian was surprised. That wasn't a combination of words he ever expected to hear. You shrugged, not sure how to explain your proposition. "Well, if you like them, and I suppose you do, you can take them" "Why would you offer me your own eyes?" "I can live without them and I want to give you pleasure. You're so good for me " Corinthian caressed the skin under your eye with his thumb. Sure, he mentioned that he loved your eyes. They were one of the prettiest he had ever seen and he loved that spark in them when you got excited. To be honest, at the beginning of your relationship he considered eating them. He wanted to see everything you saw, to learn your thoughts and memories. But he eventually decided that it's much better to see them everyday when you look at him. "I appreciate your proposition but I once said that I would never hurt you. I will keep my word" "Okay. Hmmm, I have one more question " you added before Corinthian managed to kiss you again. "Go on" "Can I join you on your trip? Please, just once" "You wanna see the murder?" "Yes. Is it a problem?" "No" Corinthian smiled "Y/n, you're completely unhinged " "Is it a bad thing?" You looked at him. Was a serial killer going to moralize you? "No. To be honest, I think I'm gonna love it"

hey, if you enjoy my work, maybe you would like to support me on ko-fi? Only if you can afford this. It would mean a lot to me<3 link is in the pinned post

#The Corinthian x reader #The Corinthian imagine #Sandman imagine

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ven10 · 2 years

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Thanks for the tag @weirdthoughtsandideas ! :)

✨10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags! ✨

1: Quigley Quagmire(a series of unfortunate events)

The whole ‘being alive’ thing’s pretty cool, he’s definitely in a cult though. Could have also chosen Isadora or Duncan for this one because all of the Quagmire triplets are incredible in their own unique way! I feel like Quigley just had more opportunities to be chaotic!

2: Phil Humphrey Dunphy (Modern family)

This man inspires like 90% of my jokes. I aspire to be like him.

3. Klaus Hargreeves (The umbrella academy)

The most chaotic character in a show full of exceptionally chaotic characters, Klaus manages to somehow make every scene they’re in even more interesting!

4. Sokka (ATLA)

Who I base the other 10% of my humour on! Really though, from what I remember Sokka was very relatable, especially whenever he was the only one to spot some obvious holes in plans or even when he makes easy mistakes the others wouldn’t!

5. Pippa Fitz-Amobi (A good girl’s guide to murder)

(There aren’t any pictures of her since she’s a book character.) I love how insanely intelligent, dedicated and practical she is about the investigation but also how she still takes time to care for her friends+family, especially for Cara! Reading AGGGTM has honestly been so motivating with Pip as the protagonist, she makes me actually want to do something productive.

6. Audrey Wagner (The secret Magpie Society)

(Again-book character so no pictures but this is roughly how I imagined her)

Honestly, I expected to hate Audrey, especially at the start but then BAM character arc, a very slow one but she grew on me and became one of my favourites!! She was also surprisingly relatable!! (I too am too much of a people pleaser sometimes/more than I’d like to admit…)

7. That one elf from The polar express

He managed to say “Trust me!” In the most creepy and least-trustworthy voice imaginable! Iconic.

8. Viktor (Arcane)

I watch this guy and he sparks off so many ideas for scenarios and stories in my head for me to think about for hours. Also love how he called Jayce egotistical and just in general how different Viktor’s personality is. Also, using “huh-this isn’t my bedroom??” as an excuse when getting caught breaking into the lab—-

9. Historia (Attack on Titan)

I always liked her but the moment she stood up against Eren for being annoying (which he had been for a lot of episodes) she became my favourite aot character. :).

10. Michael (The good place)

He’s so mischievous and dorky at the same time that it’s hard to tell when he’s genuine and when he’s just trying to make the residents of ‘The good place’ suffer. Either way is great tbh.

Now to tag people for them to complete this, if they want to, 10 people was a bit ambitious so here’s 2; @viodora-figley-dunklaus , @just-an-enby-lemon

#asoue #the good place #arcane #attack on titan #the secret magpie society #a good girls guide to murder #atla #modern family #the umbrella academy #thanksfortheask:)

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aquamarinescarlet · 3 years

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I’ll prove you wrong

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~5.7k

Warnings: lying, fluff, it’s kinda funny if you ask me

Summary: You take a liking to the newest Avenger, but your other teammates aren’t going to make things easy for you… and neither is she.

Author’s note: This is highly inspired by that one Big Time Rush episode. Enjoy!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @yourtaletotell enjoy your day bonita <3

“My oh my, who’s that?”

“Why? Someone’s got a new crush?” Nat teased as your eyes followed the group of people who just entered the compound.

You recognized most of them, being SHIELD agents you’ve worked with before, except for two people.

“That is Pietro,” Steve explained, gesturing towards the boy, “he was experimented on by Hydra an-”

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you interrupted the man, “don't get me wrong, he’s cute and all, but who is… she?”

The brunette caught your attention almost immediately. She was stunning, with her dark brown hair flowing down her shoulders, long black socks that came up to her knees, and the black eyeliner making the green of her eyes pop, even from a distance.

If someone said she was walking in slow motion, you wouldn’t have doubted them. It was like a scene right out from a movie. The confidence with which she moved, the power she exuded, you were in a trance.

“That’s Wanda, she’s… dangerous,” Nat warned.

“Dangerously beautiful,” you added.

A hand hit the back of your head, breaking your staring.

“Ouch, what was that for?” You dramatically soothed the area of impact, although it didn’t really hurt.

“I’m serious,” the woman’s tone changed, “she can mess with your mind.”

“Oh, don’t worry, she already is.” You added playfully, earning an eye roll from Nat.

Unfortunately that little distraction made you lose sight of the girl. Your eyes scanned the foyer, but the group had already disappeared inside the building. You cursed yourself for slipping and turned towards the door. Whoever she was, you had to talk to her.

“Oh great, here we go again.”

“Going where Cap?” You played dumb before running inside.

It wasn’t news to anyone that you had a flirtatious nature. A really blunt flirtatious nature. Not one to hide your attraction towards someone else, or what the team called ‘a lack of filter’, it was common for you to slip compliments, or simply dirty remarks, on the most inappropriate of times.

When you first joined the team it became almost a hobby of yours. Since most of them didn’t have much going on in their romantic lives, it was a shock to have someone like you around. You certainly didn’t make it any easier, since instead of starting with subtle comments, you hit Steve first with a “Looking good Steve, I bet those muscles come in handy in bed” once he joined everyone for lunch after a morning workout. The reactions were priceless, filled with fake, and some not so fake, coughs and wide eyes.

After that episode, those remarks became routine, and you got the best responses. Your favourite being the one time Natasha fell off of the training ring when you said something about enjoying being wrapped around her legs.

As time passed they got used to it, sometimes they even tried to turn the tables on you. The reactions weren’t as natural and dramatic anymore, but you still enjoyed messing with them. However, new meat was your favourite to tease, specially the ones who look like they could put up a fight. And that girl, with all that confidence and power she exuded only by walking, scaring even THE Natasha Romanoff,… she could put up a fight.

Oh, you didn’t know just how right you were.

For the rest of the afternoon you didn’t get the chance to talk to Wanda. Every time you asked, Tony came at you with some bureaucratic answer you weren’t interested in hearing or Steve would blame SHIELD for holding her at some meeting.

You were very well aware that those were just fake excuses to keep you away from her, if it was for her sake or your own, you didn’t know. The questioning became more of an amusement since it seemed to bother everyone so much rather than an actual need to learn about the girl. She was joining the team after all, you’d have to talk to her at some point and they couldn’t stop it.

As of right now, your teammates were practically babysitting you. At least one of them had to have their eyes on you at any given time, and it was starting to piss you off. So, when you saw a chance to sneak past them, the sun almost set outside, you didn't hesitate in doing it.

Luck kept you from bumping into anyone on your way, even though you had no intention of doing anything other than going to your room and watching a movie. Of course, you were excited about that new Wanda girl, but you weren’t obsessing about her yet. You’ve never even exchanged words, those guys were just making too much of a fuss out of it. Plus, it seemed like she could take care of herself.

Destiny seemed to be playing a wicked game when you, while walking past several of your fellow friend’s rooms, came across a particularly interesting one. The room across from your own actually.

That door hadn’t been unlocked since you joined the team, you and Peter sometimes theorized it might contain some secret weapon Stark had to store somewhere, or maybe some icky insects Banner would study. And now, it was wide open.

The lack of weapons or cockroaches was rather disappointing, but the sight inside totally made up for it.

There she was.

She looked softer than you had expected. The sunlight came in from the widow as she was sitting in the middle of a mostly empty room, looking through one of the only two boxes in sight.

You leaned on the doorframe and quietly watched her for a few seconds before breaking the silence.

“I used to love studying Greek Mythology when I was younger,” the suddenness of your words startled her, causing her to jump up, “but I feel like I might’ve missed a class or two, ‘cause I don’t remember seeing any Goddess of beauty, and yet there’s one standing right in front of me.”

Your words caused an effect on her, but it most certainly was not what you expected. You had anticipated some flirting, a snarky comeback, maybe even an eye roll, you were prepared to deal with those. On the other hand, you weren’t prepared to deal with the shy and, you’d risk saying, flustered girl before you.

Her gaze fell to the ground, and you noticed a small smile appearing on her lips and her cheeks reddening before her face was covered by her hair. The way she started to fidget with the rings on her fingers didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Aphrodite,” she mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Sorry?”

“Aphrodite was… the Goddess of beauty,” her eyes were still trained down.

“My bad,” you tried to get her to look at you, “I guess her beauty just doesn’t compare.”

Deciding you had made the impression you wanted, you left without another word, you’d have time to properly introduce yourself later.

You had barely walked into your closet when your attention was caught by your door being flung open. An exasperated Nat was standing in the middle of the room. Once her eyes fell on you, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh you’re here,” her expression turned inquisitive, “what did you do?”

“Uhm… I came to my room,” you played dumb, “then I walked into my closet-”

“Nothing inappropriate?”

“Nope,” if she were to get the answer she wanted she’d have to ask better questions, after all, this wasn’t a lie, but it also hid your interaction with the new brunette quite well.

“Okay, good.”

“I was about to take a shower though,” you spoke up when she showed no intent of leaving, “do you want to join me since you can’t take your eyes off of me?” You teased earning a glare from the woman.

Scared of what she would do if you pissed her off any further, you stepped into the bathroom.

You met Pietro the next morning.

Quietly sipping from the mug you had in hands while in the surprisingly empty kitchen, you saw the boy walk by, seemingly lost, and decided to play a little.

“Well, it seems like you’ve got some good DNA running in your family, don’t ya?” It took him a few seconds to process your words, the grin you had only growing.

Once he pushed the sleep aside, a smirk appeared on his lips, leaving you slightly startled. You had expected from him the same reaction you’d gotten from her the day before.

“If you like what you see, then maybe you could tell me your name so I can ask you out on a date, I assure you you’ll be completely swoon by the end of the night.” His statement didn’t faze you, not how he wished it had.

Nonetheless you took the opportunity to introduce yourself, and he did the same.

“As for the date, I hate to tell you, pretty boy, but you’re not my type.” His confidence clearly wasn’t bothered, but he did seem curious.

“If it’s not me, then who is it?” He raised an eyebrow challengingly.

At that exact moment your eyes caught Wanda approaching the kitchen, she wasn’t close enough to listen to the conversation, but she could still see you staring.

“She is,” you signed with a tilt of your head in her direction.

Pietro hastily turned, and, when his eyes fell back on you, a mischievous grin took place on his lips.

“I see, oh sister,” he called loudly, stretching the vows and catching the girl’s attention, “it seems like you have a secret admirer.” It was a cute attempt at embarrassing you for turning him down earlier.

“Who, Y/N?” Tony, who had just walked through the kitchen doors, joined in, not giving Wanda any time to respond. “Don’t be so surprised, she not-so-secretly admires every human that breathes.”

Pietro’s smile faltered slightly.

“Not all humans, just the ones who are worth it,” you turned to the shy girl still standing on the doorway, “and she’s definitely worth it.”

“Yes, yes Romeo,” the man teased, rolling his eyes, “now c’mon, I need some help with the new security system,” he urged you, already leaving the kitchen and you didn’t waste any time in following him.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you said as you passed Wanda, who hadn’t moved from her spot.

You followed Tony through the compound, your thoughts wandering about the unexpectedly shy nature Wanda had, and how it didn’t match the way the others seemed wary about her. You took a mental note of asking them about the comment Nat had made about her being able to get into your mind.

“What do you need, Goatee?” You spoke up once you reached his lab.

“Say what you will about it, but it does look good,” he said, admiring his own reflection on one of his suits before turning back to you, “alright, I’ve spent the last few days installing the new system now I just need it to be tested, so… do your thing,” he said gesturing towards the main computer.

You stood before it, leading your hands to lay over the keyboard. In an instant you could feel as your whole body connected to all the technological devices that were linked to the compound, your eyes shining a faint blue color. The connection your powers gave you to technology was amazing, you could sense every working machine in the area, you could even access electronics with wireless connections.

As your brain processed the flood of information, you tried to focus solely on the new system Tony wanted you to check for him. Despite you being able to access it, someone without your powers shouldn’t, and you had to make sure that was true.

Everything seemed to check out, except for a specific camera in the kitchen. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t give that one special attention since it gave you a perfect image of Wanda, because that’s exactly what you did. Good thing you did it, since it enabled you to catch some faltering in the power source every time someone used the microwave.

You took your hands from the keyboard, letting your brain focus back on your present location.

“The kitchen camera,” you told the man, “something with the microwave happened only for a split second but it’s worth checking out.”

“Anything else?”

“Nope, it’s really good by the way.”

He nodded, taking a small note of your feedback. You stood there in silence as his eyes fell back on you, analyzing you, your body language, whilst in deep thought. It wasn’t uncomfortable, per se, but it was unusual.

“Can I go?” You asked, trying to break him off of his trance, it didn’t quite work.

“There’s something different about you,” it wasn’t a question, which confused you.

“Different how?”

“I don’t know,” he pondered his next words, “when you flirted with Wanda earlier you weren’t dirty or inappropriate.” You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“And…?”

“I don’t know, it was just… unlike you.” You laughed at his words. “You did it yesterday too.” That piqued your interest.

“What?”

“I was programming some of the cameras and I saw you talking to her.”

“Okay…,” his confession didn’t make you embarrassed from being caught, just confused by the way he was interpreting it.

“I’m sorry, don’t mind me, you can go now.”

Not wanting to prolong the conversation, you left without another word.

Throughout the next few days, Wanda grew accustomed to your constant flirting, slowly losing that shy nature from when you first met.

“You two are getting close,” you felt the cushion dip beside you on the couch, and turned to find Sam making himself comfortable to watch the movie playing on the TV.

Wanda had just left the room, causing you to grow suspicious of his sudden appearance.

“Me and Wanda?” He nodded. “That’s good isn’t it? I mean, she does live here after all, it’d be weird if we didn’t.” You mocked.

“Yeah, well, you aren’t a particularly easy person to get close to,” he shot back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your whole attention now on the man.

“You seem to lack some filters, which tends to surprise people that don’t know you,” his words didn’t affect you, he wasn’t wrong after all, and you never meant any harm so it was up to those people to learn how to deal with you on their own.

“It’s not like this is all news to her, she’s been here for a while now.”

“And you seem to have a particular interest in picking on her,” he teased.

“I have a particular interest in picking on everyone,” you argumented, not really sure where he was going with this.

“Whatever you say,” he shrugged it off, but you were now determined to get it out of him.

“Uh uh, we’re not dropping the subject, Stark did the same thing and this pisses me off, so explain.”

“You tease her twice as much as you do with the rest of us,” he started, “although the teasing is sweet rather than dirty. Also, ever since she arrived, you’ve been annoying the rest of us considerably less.”

“Are you saying you miss my teasing, Mr. rock-hard-abs?” You said playfully, as an attempt to disguise how his words had made you rethink your actions from the past couple of days.

“Of course, out of everything I said, that’s what you get,” he said, rolling his eyes and causing you both to laugh.

As the laughter died down you both fell into a comfortable silence, your mind retracing every memory you had from ever since Wanda arrived, trying to figure a pattern on the change in your behaviour. Sam’s voice ended up breaking you out of the searching.

“I think you like her.” He simply stated.

“Of course I like her, she’s nice, the same way I like the rest of the team, everyone’ nice and-”

“No no no,” he interrupted, “I think you have feelings for her, real feelings.”

You weren’t able to stifle the laugh that erupted on your chest.

“Me? Having real feelings for her? C’mon Sam, look at her, she’s shy and delicate, she’s powerful and intimidating, she’s hot and cute, she’s basically everything, I couldn’t… me and…,” you trailed off, well aware that your argument was of no help to defend the fact that you did not like Wanda.

Sam had an amused expression on his face, watching intently as your confidence on the matter faltered.

“As I said before, whatever you say,” he didn’t give you time to ask more questions as he left the living room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You still made a whole lot of flirty comments, that hadn’t changed, but, in retrospect, they were, in fact, fairly focused on Wanda. It was indeed much more fun flirting with her than with the others, they were used to it already and she wasn’t, so her reactions were much more natural.

There was Pietro though. He was also new, and yet your comments were rarely towards him.

Hours of overthinking later, you came to a final conclusion, and went to look for Sam, he was the one who enlightened you after all.

“Sam,” you exclaimed, bursting into his room, “I hate to admit it… but I think… that… you were right,” you mumbled, barely over a whisper.

“Sorry, what was that?” The smirk in his face accused him, he understood you, he just wanted to tease a little.

“I like Wanda,” you let out in a more coherent tone this time.

The way you fiddled with the hem of your shirt piqued his interest. You were scared, and he wasn’t used to seeing you scared, at least not when it came to something romantic-related.

“Okay,” he sounded cautious, sitting up in his bed and giving you his full attention, “what are you going to do?”

“Should I ask her out?” To be fair, you didn’t usually ask people out, you were so blunt with your flirting that people ended up asking you out instead.

But none of those people had ever caught your eyes so quickly as Wanda did. None of them were ever able to keep you interested as long as Wanda had.

“Do you want to ask her out?”

“I don’t know, I do… but also I don’t? I don’t usually do this.” You admitted.

“You don’t usually ask people out?” He asked with disbelief. “But you’re always flirting with everyone and every time you go out you come back with someone different.”

“But I never date them, it is never something serious, no feelings involved.” You explained.

“Damn, you’ve got it bad.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you just walked towards his bed letting your body fall on the mattress, a loud grunt leaving your mouth.

“Just… help me out, okay?”

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you,” he laid beside you, “there’s no secret to this whole dating thing, if you both want it then you’ll make it work together.”

“But how do I let her know that I want it?”

“Tell her. Ask her out for coffee or something.”

“How do I… do that?” He laughed loudly, earning himself a slap on the arm from you.

“Say ‘Hey Wanda, would you like to go out for coffee with me sometime?’”

You shot him a raised eyebrow, but his smile was nothing but encouraging.

“Okay,” you jumped out of bed, “thanks Sam!” You said, making your way out of the room.

“Make sure she knows it’s a date though.” You heard him scream as you practically ran down the corridor.

You stood before Wanda’s door, rehearsing what you would say once you were face to face with her. You gently knocked and proceeded to enter the room. She was laying on her bed, several fairy lights spread across the floor, along with all her belongings who used to occupy the now empty shelves.

“You look tired,” you said, warning her of your presence, “is it because you’ve been running through my mind all day?”

She turned her face away from you, but couldn’t hide the way her body relaxed slightly at the sound of your voice.

“I wanted to ask you something,” she must have picked up on your hesitation as she sat up and gave you her full attention. “Would you like to go out for coffee sometime?” It came out with much more confidence than what you actually felt.

She laughed lightly, thinking it was another one of your flirty jokes.

“I don’t even like coffee.”

“A date, Wanda,” you clarified, “I’m asking you out on a date.” That’s when she noticed you were being serious, her shoulders tensing up. “You can say no,” you reassured when you noticed her hesitation.

“I- uhh- I… can’t,” she answered, screwing her eyes shut.

“You… can’t?” You had expected her to say no because she doesn’t want to. Since that’s not the case, then what could possibly stop her?

“Yeah, I can’t because… I have a boyfriend.” She hesitated slightly, like she didn’t want you to know that.

“A boyfriend?”

“Yes, a boyfriend,” she had regained her confidence.

“You never mentioned him before.”

“You never asked.”

“Touché,” an uncomfortable silence settled between you two.

While you didn’t know what to say, Wanda seemed to have a thousand things going on in her head.

“We can still be friends,” she finally said.

“Are you implying we haven’t been friends this whole time?” You joked, pretending to be dramatically offended, as an attempt to lighten the mood. You knew it worked when her laughter reached your ears.

“Shut up.”

“Come and shut it.” The words left your mouth before you could process it.

“Boyfriend.” She warned.

“Right, sorry,” you walked towards her, sitting by her side on the bed, “I’ll still keep my invitation to go out for coffee, and I raise it to an invitation to go out for ice cream,” you looked at her expectantly, “and if you say you also don’t like ice cream consider this friendship ended.”

“I… don’t… like-,” you didn’t give her time to finish as you started to walk out of the room, being stopped by a pair of hands wrapping around your wrist, “wait, wait, I’m sorry, I like ice cream, I do.”

“Great, tomorrow afternoon then?”

“I’ve got training with Steve, but sure, I’ll try to sneak out earlier.”

“I’m flattered you’d do that for me.” You said making your way backwards towards the door.

“I’m doing it for the ice cream.”

“Sure.” You added as you turned around in the corridor, not giving her a chance to answer.

It hurt a little bit, but you took comfort in the fact that she might have given you a chance if she wasn’t with someone else. That thought lulled you to sleep.

You were hoping to avoid Sam and his questions at least for the day, but luck clearly wasn’t on your side.

“Making lunch?”

“Do I look like I can cook? Have I ever cooked for any of you before? Would you-”

“Okay, okay, I get, you’ve made your point.”

“Thank you.” You joked, turning to the pizza you were heating up in the microwave.

“You seem to be in a good mood,” he pointed out, “I assume everything worked fine yesterday?”

“We’re going out this afternoon.”

“See, I give awesome advice.” He gloated.

“She also has a boyfriend,” you added, “so… not that great advice.”

“I-,” he looked dumbfounded and you enjoyed every second of it, “she has a boyfriend?”

“She does.”

“Then why are you in such a good mood?”

“Because, if it wasn’t for her boyfriend, I’m confident she would’ve said yes to a date, and I guess that’s what counts.”

“Damn, you’re the only person who can find a good side to this.”

“It’s a talent,” you took a place on the kitchen table to eat your food.

After lunch you settled on the couch to watch a movie, being joined by Bucky and Bruce, while you waited for Wanda to finish training. It was highly effective to distract you for a while, Bucky’s jokes and Bruce’s complaints about scientific inaccuracies were sending you on an endless fit of laughter.

Unfortunately the moment was broken by Tony asking for your help. You followed him, once again, to the lab.

“You know what to do.” He simply said.

“Took you long enough.” It has been some time since you pointed out that simple problem in the security system, which should’ve taken him 20 minutes to solve, not several days.

“I thought of a new function I could add, so I had to take it all down and… you know how it is.”

“Of course,” you chuckled, turning your attention to the main computer, letting yourself be flooded by it.

Eyes shining a faint blue as you invaded every single electronic device in the premeses. There was audio as well in a few areas, it was different then last time and you assumed that’s the new function Tony had added. Why he needed to listen into your conversations was a question you had no idea how to answer, and, honestly, didn’t really want to.

Regardless you focused on the system’s weak spots, anything that would give a good enough hacker a breach to invade the compound. You gave special focus to the kitchen camera, waiting until someone used the microwave.

You saw Wanda and Pietro entering the kitchen. You were about to tell Tony everything was fine when a certain conversation piqued your interest.

“I can’t believe you said you have a boyfriend,” Pietro said as soon as they came into view.

“I panicked, okay?” She defended herself and he started to laugh loudly.

“How panicked do you have to be to tell the girl you like that you have a fake boyfriend?” She tried to slap him, but he managed to dodge it.

“I was scared, I didn’t know what to say.”

“But you like her, right?”

“Yes,” she admitted and your heart rate picked up the pace.

“Then why would you find an excuse to not go out with her?” It was like he took the words right out of your mouth.

“Because of everyone, they’re always saying that she is afraid of commitment, doesn’t do relationships, warning me she’ll break my heart and all-”

“Hey, breath,” he interrupted her rambling by putting his hands on her shoulders, “look, I’ve never been in a relationship, and neither have you, so my advice might not be worth much, but give this a try, learn with experience, and no matter what happens, I’m here for you.”

You let the image fade as you settled your senses back on Tony’s lab. You didn’t know how to feel; should you be mad at your friends for keeping her away from you?; should you be hopeful considering she does like you?

“So?” Tony’s voice interrupted you.

“Uhm, it’s-it’s fine, everything is working fine.” He gave you a knowing look, but decided not to dwell on whatever was going through his mind, which you were thankful for.

You made your way to the kitchen, thousands of questions occupying your thoughts, only to find that Pietro was no longer there.

“Hey,” Wanda looked at you as if she had seen a ghost.

“Hey? Just… hey?” You chuckled.

“Well, you have a boyfriend, and I’m respecting your boundaries, so yes, just hey,” if you were to prove to her you could be good with relationships, then you had to get her to admit the fake boyfriend story, and you were going to enjoy every second of it.

“Right,” you relished on how disappointed she sounded.

“Shall we go then?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

You made sure to pay attention to every little action of yours, in an attempt to show Wanda you weren’t so bad with relationships as everyone has led her to believe. Was it opening the door for her, letting her choose the songs despite it being your car or paying for the ice cream, you did it all.

The only thing you didn’t do was flirt. It was hard to hold yourself back, especially when Wanda seemed to be making an extra effort to flirt with you, but you managed it. Her frustration every time you found a way around her compliments was so enjoyable.

“Here you go,” you said, handing the ice cream she ordered and sitting across from her.

“Thanks,” her eyes were studying you meticulously, “you’re different.”

“Different how?”

“The flirting, you stopped…”

“I told you, I’m respecting your boundaries,” you repeated what you had said earlier.

“Yeah, but you still flirt with Sam, and isn’t he and Bucky dating?” You stifled a laugh.

“I never asked him out, did I?”

“I guess.”

You could feel guilty for making her feel this way, blatantly throwing in her face how you’ve had a crush on her and never on everyone else, but you had to push her buttons until she admitted.

“So, this boyfriend of yours…,” you started the subject you were now eager to talk about, she, on the other hand, wasn’t as excited, “what’s his name?”

“Lucas.”

“Hmm, interesting, how did you guys meet?”

“He was the son of one of my parent’s friends.”

“Oh, so you go way back,” you said in fake surprise, “how long have you been together?”

“A year.”

“Long time, how’s he dealing with the long distance? Or at least I assume it’s long distance since you’ve been here for a few weeks and we have yet to meet this mystery guy.” You were practically challenging her and she didn’t let it go unnoticed.

“We’re working it out.” She started to get defensive.

“Good for you, so that-”

“What’s up with all this questioning?” She interrupted you, clearly annoyed, only causing you to grin wider.

“Oh, I don’t know, something seems off,” you looked her dead in the eyes, a playful grin on your lips, “like he’s not real or-”

“He’s real,” she interrupted again, her words coming out louder than usual.

As if on cue, her phone went off and she quickly excused herself to answer it.

Oh you were having so much fun with this. It still hurt a little that Wanda would be scared of being in a relationship with you due to rumors and gossip, but messing with her almost made up for it.

“Was it your fake boyfriend? Was he calling you to say that he loves you so much?” You mocked when she reached the table again.

“Actually, it was him,” oh, the lie, you couldn’t help but feel surprised, “and he called me to say he’s coming to town,” you were sure your eyes were wide at this point.

“I guess I’ll have a chance to meet him then,” you managed to say, now curious about how she’d find her way around this.

“I guess you will.”

“I’ll be able to see him, right? Just so I know if I should start training my acting skills to pretend he’s actually there,” Wanda rolled her eyes and tried to play it cool, but you could tell she was nervous as she played with the rings on her fingers and avoided your gaze.

For the next few days you teased Wanda relentlessly about her boyfriend, and him not being real, but you didn’t get the response you hoped. Instead of giving in and admitting to the lie, she only got more defensive about him.

You couldn’t wait for the day said “boyfriend” would come to visit, and you most definitely did not expect the events that followed it.

You were in the living room with Pietro watching a movie, Wanda had gone out to pick up her boyfriend at the airport. It was too much, if anyone asked you, she could’ve just told you the truth and saved herself the effort of going out and spending that time away just to get you off her track. You were, although, curious about what explanation she would give once she came back to the compound alone.

Except that she didn’t come back alone.

She was being followed by a tall boy, dark black hair, brown eyes, muscular. Jealousy pricked at you, despite your confusion as to the situation you found yourself in. You were sure Wanda didn’t have a boyfriend, you were sure she liked you, so who is he? And why is he here?

“Hi, you must be the boyfriend,” you approached them animatedly, raising your hand for him to shake.

“Yes, I’m Luke,” AHA, “and-” he was interrupted by Wanda’s hand hitting the back of his head.

She glared at him and she could’ve killed him then and there if she wanted to.

“Luka?” He sent the girl a questioning glance, you just couldn’t keep yourself from smirking.

“Lucas,” the both of you told him and he sent her an apologetic look, while she just seemed utterly annoyed.

“Right, sorry,” the poor boy mumbled.

“You’re the worst,” Wanda added.

“Okay so are we done with the boyfriend thing?” Pietro said before an uncomfortable silence settled between the three of you.

“Yes,” Wanda answered with irritation.

“Thank you sister,” he turned to the boy, “Victor, good to see you my man, how have you been?” They embraced each other in a hug while you and Wanda just stared at each other.

Pietro took notice.

“Maybe we should go,” he said to Victor, pulling him by his forearm and whispering a “good luck” when he passed by you.

You stood in silence, studying each other for a few seconds, before you broke contact and moved to sit back on the couch, leaving Wanda with a confused expression.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?”

“You lied,” you simply stated.

“I did.”

“But you still like me.”

“I do.”

“And you lied because you don’t think I’d be good with relationships,” she looked surprised from being called out so bluntly.

“I-”

“Let me prove them wrong,” you said, stopping her from saying anything.

“Prove who wrong?” You got up from the couch and walked towards her.

“Everyone,” you placed a hand on her waist, “everyone that’s spreading these rumors.”

You searched her eyes for any hesitation, but found nothing. Her pulling you closer till your faces were inches from each other only encouraged you more.

“Go on a date with me.”

“Okay.”

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tomsparkyr · 3 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

summary: it’s time for tony to get married in london. but after y/n is insulted by a guest, she seeks comfort in a close friend, peter parker.

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based off the friends episode, The One With Ross’ Wedding: Part 2.

peter parker x fem!stark!reader

warnings: none really, fluff? basically just a friends episode!

word count:

please don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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tony stark’s wedding day.

a day many thought would never come. but boy did tony prove them wrong when he met ms pepper potts.

leaving for london was stressful, attempting to pass the news reporters who were trying to get an inside look on the wedding plans proved to be harder than everyone thought. after sam and bucky flipping all press off, they seemed to finally back away.

entering london was amazing, the chill evening breeze sent most into a frenzy, clearly unprepared for classic british weather.

wearing a suitable red dress, you walked behind your father and soon-to-be mother in law, into the venue for the rehearsal dinner.

as guests started flooding in, you became more uncomfortable with the situation. being at your fathers wedding as a 17 year old? wouldn’t say it was a delight being bombarded with questions on whether you have found your ‘true love’.

looking to the right, you saw steve and natasha come in with arms linked.

your father and pepper greeted them with hugs and warm welcome, you doing the same. natasha adored you really, you always prided yourself at the fact that you were the favourite avenger of the former assassin.

“oh sorry we’re late!” natasha apologised instantly. everyone shrugging her excuse off politely.

though she continued, “my fault, i insisted on riding the tube.”

steve gasped, hands covering your ears as an instinct. “nat, the kids!” he whisper yelled.

tony looked at you with an unimpressed face with pepper laughing into his shoulder.

“steve, that’s what they call the subway.” natasha sighed, sending you a apologetic look.

steve slowly removed his hands from your ears, his stiff posture softening.

“oh, i thought...” he continued.

“steve, steve, we got it, we got it.” you sighed before he could continue explaining a visual you would rather not imagine.

you all stood there, bathing in an uncomfortable silence and they all unintentionally had the thought running through their mind.

natasha cut off the awkward silence, “you guys really went full out for this wedding didnt you!” she exclaimed, eyes roaming the clearly expensive venue.

“of course we did!” tony was quick to answer, “i’m a stark, what else do you expect? besides, this may be the only wedding we get to throw!” he laughed, rubbing your forearm and his joke was directed to you.

your smile turning into a scowl, “a joke that’s funny in all countries!” you said, taking on the sarcastic acts of your father.

over to ned and peter, they were both hovering at a doorframe near where you had just been previously.

peter had asked ned to go with him, the boy barely knew anyone here. but did he care? no! he was at an avengers wedding for crying out loud! but the hopeless romantic was missing his girlfriend, his juliet to his romeo, his true love, his- yeah he missed betty.

“sir?” a waiter informed the two of them of his presence.

ned, noticing the plate of food he was holding, couldn’t help but inspect.

“what’s in it?” he questioned.

“goat cheese, watercress and pancetta.” the waited responding like he had been told the information at birth.

peters eyebrows raised at the amount of flavours tony had requested. well he wasn’t surprised, come on tony’s a billionaire, he’d spend all the wedding money on the food if he could.

ned looked at the food and back up at the waiter, a permanent frown resting on his face.

“thats not food!” he shook his head slowly.

watching the waiter pass him, he muttered “no, i don’t, no...”

peter sent the waiter an apologetic look as if he was insulted by his best friends words.

ned hit his best friend on the arm, gaining his attention back on him rather than the grooms daughter.

“everything’s different here!” he whined.

“i want to go home!” ned insisted, throwing his arms around.

peter shook his head, however ned continued. “i-i miss my family, i miss the school, don’t, don’t question why i miss that!”

“i cant even remember what betty looks like!” he cried like he was in mortal danger.

peter let out a big sigh, “ned, it’s been three days.”

“okay, you’re just a little homesick. okay, would you just try to relax and just... just enjoy yourself” peter knew how much this day meant for tony, the guy wouldn’t stop ranting to the poor kid about it.

ned squinted his eyes, pointing a finger a peters face. “you’re different here too.”

peter leaned back while pulling a face as if he had just been accused of being spiderman. like, who thinks of that!

“you’re mean in england.”

ned stormed off as peter held his hands up in defence. he really couldn’t mess this day up for mr stark being best man and all.

he set himself a few rules before coming on the trip:

1) try to memorise your toast off by heart, and add funny jokes!!

2) try not to get too drunk so you dance around in your spiderman suit

3) try your best at holding a conversation, don’t make it awkward... basically don’t act weird peter?

4) try your hardest at not staring at y/n that night because mr stark will literally kill you

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standing up, peter got ready to make his toast.

all eyes turned to him, well that didn’t help his stress. you looked next to you as peter stood up, sending him a ‘good luck’ smile.

as soon as peter saw that smile, he forgot his whole speech. time to improvise.

“um, i’d like to toast to mr st- tony and pepper,” he began stuttering.

“of course my big toast will be tomorrow at the wedding so this is kind of my little toast, or melba toast if you will.” he paused for a laugh.

no one laughed. everyone just looked at each other questioning what he meant. you had to restrain yourself from cringing already.

with peters smirk falling, he cleared his throat ready to continue.

“okay. i’ve known tony for a not-so-long time.. well long time for me. not really long for him because he’s in his- you know what i’m going to move on.” he corrected himself.

“actually, i knew him when he was going out with that woman and i thought things were really going to work out for them until the day he overinflated her.” peter let out a forced laugh, trying to get the audience to laugh with him, not at him.

peters gaze went to you to see your head in your hands, clearly cringing at him.

suddenly feeling embarrassed, he let out a strained “oh, dear god.”

“and i’m sure we are all very excited that tony and pepper are getting married at montgomery hall. i mean to think, my friend.. you’re my friend right mr stark?” the poor boy whisper to the uncomfortable adult who had to witness the kid he called an avenger embarrass himself like this.

tony quickly nodded, letting peter go back to his speech “ my friend getting married in monty hall.”

the silence was suffocating everyone in the room.

peter was now aggravated, “oh come on. monty hall? let’s make a deal! come on you people!”

you had to literally dodge his flailing arms he expressed while yelling at all the poor guest. you would definitely have to apologise to tony about this later.

“all right, forget it! congratulations tony and pepper.” he sulked, falling back into his seat.

rule number one AND three failed.

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you and peter were sat close together, you sat upright while he had his head in one hand, hiding from everyone he had just embarrassed himself in front of.

“i was laughing” you tried to convince him.

“out loud?” he whined, although finding your attempts to make him feel better sweet.

letting out a deep sigh, “well i didn’t want everyone to think i was stupid!”

peter chuckled at your response, lifting his head to look at you. you gave him a comforting smile, him returning the gesture.

“so how you doing?” he said trying to move the subject off of him.

looking back at your father, you shook your head “my fathers driving me crazy. but he’s getting married. i’m happy!”

removing your gaze off your father, you faced peter to see that he had been looking at you the whole time.

“i’m not going to let anything spoil that” you smiled.

hearing footsteps behind you, your body turned the direction you thought it came in. you were met with a tall blonde girl, dress bunched up at the thighs, clearly drunk off her ass.

stumbling into the seat next to you, the girl slurred “i just wanted to say that tony is a wonderful man.”

pointing to peter, you responded “thanks? we like him.”

her face turned into a realisation, “my god. you were clearly an accident with one of his hook ups!”

laughing loudly, she patted you on the shoulder “don’t blame the mother for handing you over!”

your face fell, pushing the intoxicated girl off your arm lightly, you faced peter to see him with an also uncomfortable expression.

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it wasn’t a surprise you found yourself at the drinks section.

peter followed you helplessly, trying to get the words of that nasty woman out of your head.

“she was hammered okay, there’s no way someone would give you up like that.” peter practically begged you to forget the nonsense you had just heard.

“then why would she say it?” you complained, grabbing another bottle to down like the previous.

“because she’s insane, okay! she came up to me earlier and thanked me for my very moving performance in titanic!” he exclaimed, although none of this was making you feel better.

shaking your head, you turned away from peter “oh, my fathers right. i’m never gunna get married.”

peter scoffed immediately, “you know what? that is... who wouldn’t want you?”

oh that’s rule number 4 broken. way to go peter!

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tony sprinted into peters room, yelling unknown words that would definitely annoy the neighbours.

pushing peters door open, tony screamed at the top of his lungs “i’m getting married today! whoo- hoo!”

the loud noise startled peter, pulling the covers up his bare chest even more.

“morning mr stark” he matched tony’s noise level.

“i’m getting married today!”

“yeah you are!”

“whoo-hoo!”

tony cheerfully skipped out peters room and headed for steve and natasha’s room to do the same to them.

once the door shut, your head came out from under the covers, with messed up hair and the clothes you had on from last night, on the floor.

“do you think he knew i was here?”

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there will be a part two!!

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innovativestruggles · 3 years

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ObiRin Misconception - Obito’s Trauma

Okay why is it that I am seeing so many obirin hate lately? Let me clear up some misunderstandings. This is by no means a post for people to change their minds about shipping obirin (ship whoever you want, it’s not my business), rather, people are disliking this ship for reasons I find ... well... baffling.

So here is my perspective (and no, it does not invalidate another’s perspective in any way just in case you’re wondering).

I have always been an avid obirin shipper, and as a feminist, people may question the contradictory nature of this.

Obito is in an incredibly complex character and alas, there is a reason why I absolutely love him. He is my favourite, has always been and will always be (also, he’s a villain and he’s hot). Though there are parallels between Obito and Naruto, it’s important to distinguish the nuances. Both characters had no family growing up (I am not going to count Obito’s grandma as she is an anime only character and not technically canon), had it tough at the Academy, disliked by a lot of people and technically an outlier. However, Obito never had an older mentor growing up, whereas Naruto did (that would be Iruka). When children are growing and developing, having someone to provide that nurturing environment and guidance is crucial for their mental and physical development. Because neither of them had their families, Naruto was lucky that he had Iruka. Iruka provided that big brother figure, the mentor and in some ways a caring environment for Naruto, despite the hardships. Obito, however, did not receive any of this.

What Obito did have, was Rin. The two have been childhood friends for a very long time. Rin gave Obito that sense of security and attachment, despite them being the same age. She always cared for him and saw him more than just some dumbass nuisance Uchiha outlier. Obito’s love for Rin transcended romance. Of course the romance was the overt part, but his love for her was his sense of security. She was his safe space. When a child grows up without love or care from a parenting figure or a mentor, they will find ways to cope and latch onto the closest thing they can find safety and comfort in. Rin took on this role. So when Rin was killed before him, naturally there would be a sense of deep despair and anger. The trauma for Obito was remarkably intense, and his ability to bounce back from adversities was nullified. Why? Because;

1) The intensity of the trauma, grief and loss

and

2) The safety net, safe space and sense of security that shielded him from the world’s adversities were gone. Obito had nowhere to go.

A lot of people would say: “but he had Minato,” “he had Kakashi,” “he had Kushina.” Yes he did, and they were kind to him (minus Kakashi, and I will get to him in a sec) but they only came into his life for a short period of time. Their interactions were not on an intense level as it was with he and Rin. People need to remember that Obito learnt his idea of safe attachment on his own and he latched onto Rin. He was never taught to do that with adults as he grew older. Naruto however, had Iruka, who most likely taught him a lot of things about the importance of the village, the importance of camaraderie, friendship etc Obito did not have this, so naturally, his ability to trust adults (even loving kind ones like Minato and Kushina) would take a lot longer or sit very tentatively. If there were conflict or adversity, he would run to Rin, or think of her because that was all he knew.

If you unpack Obito’s character, there were immense attachment issues and trauma that most likely transcended what Naruto had. Naruto had his fair share of trauma but he had support that allowed for some resiliency. Obito was NOT obsessed with Rin. He was not infatuated with her. He was psychologically intermeshed with her. This is very different from so called obsession and infatuation. Psychological intermeshment stems from traumatic upbringing in childhood (lack of nurturance from an adult caregiver, abandonment etc), and then again from losing their sense of security/safety (Rin in this case). Because Obito was so intermeshed with Rin, losing her was essentially losing himself - and he blatantly said this. He lost all hope when she died. So he did what he could to get that sense of security back, even if what he did was questionable.

Then you have the complexity of the curse of hatred that intertwines the storyline, which make things even more complicated. But this curse was what pushed the storyline and placed Obito as an antagonist. He did not start a war because of a girl. He started a war because he was angry with the way the world functioned. How the countless wars kept ending lives and taking loved ones away from people. He did not want people to go through what he went through. In essence, this mindset has villain written all over it, but it also compels a strong backstory for Obito because of his complex childhood upbringing and the trauma he experienced.

We move to Kakashi, who had his fair share of childhood trauma. But people need to remember that he had a father who provided that nurturing environment for him. Even if his father died in tragic circumstances, Kakashi, though traumatised, was able to bounce back and push forward with the support of his friends and village. He had an adult attachment figure (gosh I sound so social workey but this is how it is) where he learnt how to tackle adversities. Again, with the death of Rin, there was trauma there for him too. So why was it so different between Obito, Kakashi and Naruto? The latter two being able to bounce back and push forward but Obito lost control? It all comes back to childhood upbringing and the presence of an adult caregiver/mentor. That, and then again, the presence of the curse of hatred (which was why Sasuke was pretty fucked up despite coming from a loving family).

Something else I’d like to add re; Kakashi. He started being nice to Obito in that one episode where they were trying to locate Rin. He was a plain asshole before that. So technically the two of them were never on friendly terms before this event. Kakashi did not give two shits about anything aside from completing the mission. This is the reason why I do not ship Obito x Kakashi. To me there was no love, care and nurturing between those two. Obito “died” not long after being friendly with Kakashi, so that wouldn’t warrant a ship between those two. Whereas with Rin, it is a different story. Also, for those of you who thinks it is creepy that Obito has photos of Rin on his board, I’d be surprised if your 12-13yo self didn’t put love hearts of your crush over their school photos, or tested your marriage names together. Seriously.

So to summarise; Lack of childhood nurturance + lack of adult caregiver + trauma + curse of hatred = Obito

And like I said, just because of all this crap Obito’s been through, it does not excuse what he did or make what he did right (he was a villain after all).

Yeah okay rant over.

I’m open to discussion, but please keep it civil.

#i'm bemused with all these sudden obirin hate #do people just take things with a grain of salt and not really see the storyline #this is why i love villains because of their complex backgrounds #obito in particular #and why tf do people hate on rin?#there's legit like 20 mins worth of her in the entire naruto series #do people hate her b/c she gets in the way of kakobi gay ships fml #or do people hate her b/c obito loved her and she loved kakashi?#wow who knew it was not okay for a girl to like another boy with there's one that loves her already #gees the misogyny #also can people please stop drawing and writing adult obito with young rin it's so fking wrong #rant rant rant #okay i got that off my chest #obirin #obito x rin #uchiha obito #nohara rin #naruto

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mollygetssherlockcoffee · 4 years

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Pads

Pairing: Spencer x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N realises her feelings for Spencer when he’s done something sweet for her without realising it

Warnings: IDK, period talk?

Words: 1003

A/N: My first time writing for Spencer Reid and my first time posting any of my own work on here!

Part Two HERE Part Three HERE

Master List HERE

You don’t know how it happened, nor when. All you know, is that it did. One day, you were strangers. Then colleagues. The friends. Then best-friends. Now… he was so much more than that.

When he smiles so wide that his eyes close. When he spoke so fast, his words blur together. When he gets excited over a theory that his hands flurry about in movement as he rushes to explains his thoughts. When every morning, you’d arrive at work and a Starbucks cup of coffee would be on desk with a sticky note containing his favourite fact-of-the-day. When he ‘stole’ half of your muffin at lunch but there was always crumbs. Either on the corner of his mouth, on his shirt or even on the desk sometimes. When you’d binge watch a new TV show together, and he’d supply your favourite popcorn while you got his favourite candy.

You only realised your feelings when your time came. You’d been watching The X-Files, one of your favourite episodes, -“Hey, Y/N, did you know Anderson has to stand on a wooden block because of the huge height difference between her and Duchovny?” – when you’d felt the drop in your stomach. You’d excused yourself to the bathroom quickly, grabbing your bag as you went.

Sitting on the toilet, your panties around your ankles, you had made it just before the ‘dam had burst’, as they say. You searched through the pockets of your bag, pushing aside the receipts and a stray candy wrapper but you couldn’t find a pad.

“Shit,” you hissed to yourself, throwing your bag to the floor. What the fuck were you going to do? With no pads available, you’d have to fold up some toilet paper and make a mad dash to the store. With a groan, you reached our hand for the toilet roll. It offered a second of resistance before the two squares came off the tubing, leaving it empty. “You’re joking.”

“Spencer!” you called out. “Spencer, there’s no more toilet roll. Spencer!”

“Check under the sink” he shouted back.

Thankfully, the sink was directly opposite the toilet and your arms were just long enough to reach. Bracing your feet on the floor so that you topple forward, you reached for the cabinet door and pulled it open. There it was, the top right shelf, a fresh roll of toilet paper. You sighed in relief grabbing it. As you went to close the door, you saw the pads.

Now, as far as you knew, Spencer Reid was very much single. You were his best-friend, he told you everything. You knew his favourite food, that the dark made him nervous – “nervous, not scared. I’m not scared, Y/N” – that his mom was sick, that he had a problem with dilaudid. Not to mention, you hung out together a lot. Every Sunday, at least the ones you had free, were spent together. All day you’d binge watch a TV show or have a movie marathon. You’d grab breakfast or lunch together nearly twice a week, outside of that Sunday, too. If Spencer had girlfriend, you would know.

So why did he have sanitary pads in his bathroom cupboard?

You grabbed the packet, ripping it open and taking one. He wouldn’t begrudge you taking one in your time of need.

After finishing your business and washing your hands, you grabbed your bag and left the bathroom. Spencer sat on his couch, the TV paused and his phone in his hand. You dropped your bag on the floor and took your seat again, tucking your leg under yourself.

“Ready?” he smiled, reaching for the remote which sat on the coffee table.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Whoa, where did that come from. You felt your cheeks burn as his head whipped round to you, his eyebrows raised in shock at your question. You hadn’t meant to actually ask but honestly, the not knowing would have gotten to you later. Might as well get it over with.

“Girlfriend?” Spencer repeated. “No, why?”

Oh god, this was awkward. You bit your lip and shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “well… there were… you know, pads in your cabinet… you know, lady pads…”

“Oh, them? They’re for you, in case you need them. You’re here often enough and I wanted to ensure there were some handy for you just in case” he shrugged.

And that was it, that was the moment. Something changed within you. A warmth flowed through your body, storming into your chest and curling around your heart. You had always cared about Spencer, loved him as a friend but in this moment, this instance of his thoughtful, kind act, changed your view. A new kind of fondness for him washed over you and the light in the room seemed to shift.

In honest truth, looking back, you had probably seen him as ‘more’ for a while now. When he smiled at you, your heart had warmed. When he laughed at your jokes, your tummy had fluttered. When told you his fun fact about whatever you were doing at the time, a smile would automatically appear on your face. It had been going on for a while, you realised, yet you couldn’t actually date when it started.

It was like a spotlight shone on him, lighting him up as he gave you a warm smile. You sat there, shocked. None of your ex-boyfriends had stocked up their cupboards in case you came on your period, but Spencer had. You weren’t even dating; he was just your friend. Yes, your best-friend, but that didn’t mean he had to keep supplies for you. And yet, he did.

It was in that moment that you confronted your feelings, that you realised. You’re in love with him. You’re in love with your best friend. You’re in love with Spencer.

Spencer pressed play on the remote, turning back to the TV. “Besides, I spend basically all my free time with you. You’d know if I had a girlfriend, you know everything”.

#spencer reid #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #cm #criminal minds

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gyllenhaalstories · 4 years

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BIRTHDAY CAKE — RAPPER!JAKE HEADCANONS 🎂 🎁

anonymous asked: what do you think rapper!jake would get you for your birthday? warnings: mentions of sexual content & curse words. notes: i listened to the solo version of birthday cake by rihanna so join in if you want to <3 thank you anon for asking this okay ilysm whoever you are you’re so perfect! i wanted to post it when i was born but i couldn’t wait any longer! ps: the gifs are not mine, but i couldn’t find who made them since they were reposted on pinterest. i hope y’all enjoy the chain (and this too)!

why would rapper!jake get his birthday bitch, huh?

everything she ever dreamed of, of course.

birthdays would start at midnight and end at the same hour the next day, no excuses.

he would wake you up with gentle kisses along your shoulder. “good morning, angel, it’s your special day”. when was it not when you’re one of the biggest hip hop artists’ girlfriend?

you would protest, grabbing on his arms that were around you tighter so he would not move. but he did. he pulled the blankets of your naked body and helped you turn so you were laying on your back.

no matter how many years the two of you have shared together, you were always excited for what was coming next.

(pun intented)

jake would leave kisses down your entire body, making his way down to your core by leaving light hickeys.

your legs would slowly open up for him, and you would wrap them around his head when he finally reached the right spot.

he brags about your head game all the time, but boy got some sweet skills too. he has you mewling, whimpering, shaking and he’s only a few licks and gentle bites in.

by the time you’re close to the edge, he stops. “count down for me, baby.” so you count down from your your age to 0. i pity you if you’re like 35. rip @ your pussy. he doesn’t make it easy for you. he nibbles on your thighs, he leaves kisses absolutely everywhere. he dips his tongue in your wetness, teasing your hole (or both of them because why not? it’s your birthday, girl, be wild!). and when you FINALLY reach 0, you’re absolutely exploding.

you’re screaming his name. you almost forgot that what? five minutes ago? you were having sweet fantasy dreams of jake as a knight and you as the princess of the candy kingdom.

jake’s face emerges from your pussy, covered in juices as he gives you a playful smirk. “you’re just like wine, you taste better with age.”

and he’s got you laughing and trying to gently kick him.

he will deny you any attempts of paying him back. he’s got other things on his mind.

he sets you back under the blankets nicely and reach out for your nightstand, handing you your favourite plushie that you leave here at all times as he presses a kiss on your forehead. “just had my fave breakfast but i’m ,’bout to make some more.” he would wink. “whataya want?”

pancakes, waffles, froot loops, spaghetti, brownies, listen, you could have whatever you wanted.

you opted for waffles this year. and jake, who happened to be quite the talented chef, and before you could fall asleep again, he brought you a large platter of waffles, cut fruits and maple syrup with a hot chocolate.

you turned on the television and found some crappy reality television to watch. at midnight, it was either that or a marathon of pawn stars. on the screen, there were some old episodes of say yes to the dress. jake paid attention to your reactions in front of the dresses and the brides. he made mental notes of your preferences.

once you were done eating, you turned one of your favourite movies on. it was some disney film jake actually loved although he would never admit it out loud.

eventually, the sun started to rise outside.

and the fun was really starting.

jake listed what the two of you would do today: he would take you to the mall early so no one would bother you as you went from store to store, trying everything from prada, chanel, gucci and whatever you felt like it. and then, you would go for brunch. and then he would take you for a walk around the park. just the two of you.

and you did all that, while jake carried all of your shopping bags and helped you bring them back inside the mansion when it was time for a power nap.

the thing was: you weren’t sleepy.

and neither was jake.

he noticed that little sparkle in your eyes. he knew it so well.

you were needy. and even if, most of the time it would annoy him when he had better plans in mind, he let it slide this time.

he placed his hand on your head and helped you lean down on your knees.

you palmed at his growing bulge. you freed it from his pants and he went to sit on the couch. he let you entertain yourself, lazily sucking and licking his length when his other, much more important present, was being prepared outside without you noticing.

you cockwarmed him in your throat for a while.

“why you bein’ so generous to me? it’s your day, we gotta do what makes you happy.”

“you make me happy”.

HE COULD HAVE PUT A RING ON YOUR HAND RIGHT THERE (but after he came in your mouth, he had better priorities than marriage).

FINALLY you heard noise outside. you swallowed his load and licked your lips clean, crawling towards the large windows to take a peak of what was going on.

there was a lamborghini.

of your favourite colour.

bouquets and balloons were overflowing from the open doors and top.

your jaw dropped.

“i don’t even know how to drive?”

jake stood behind you and gently went to pet your hair.

“i’ll teach you.”

and you ran outside like an excited child, smelling roses and kicking helium balloons on your way. you sat behind the wheel and imitated the noises of the engine.

jake was so fucking in love with you.

he went to sit on the passenger seat and fixed the brakes, instructing you to press the pedal to rinse the engine safely.

he couldn’t even hear the vroom vroom over your happy giggles.

“it’s not over yet.”

jake got out of the car and went to your side, kissing you lovingly, his chain tickling your chest when he leaned forward. “follow me, angel.”

and you did. you arrived just in time, some friends had made it to the backyard where a gigantic cake and even bigger teddy bear were waiting for you. the teddy bear was holding a present bag with your favourite disney characters printed all over it.

everybody melted at the sweet thought.

jake suddenly switched in his attitude.

he grabbed something from behind the cake, a large jewelry box. he presented it to you.

you opened it.

there was a chain, similar to his, shining under the golden hour sun.

he put it on you as you let out a happy tear.

you shared the cake with your close friends. you were taking photos. posting them all over instagram. and fans were going crazy at the sight of jake looking so happy and relaxed.

people left.

you both started to run out of energy.

so you went to bed, it was almost midnight again.

and you made love. it was passionate, it was loving, it was sweet and it was incredible. it could not be compared to anything else jake has ever done to you. it felt as though your hearts were beating on the same rhythm. your eyes were locked the entire time as you both reached your high in this slow, but deep pace.

and when you finally closed your eyes to relax, jake managed to stretch his arm out and grab something from the night stand drawer.

you thought he was grabbing some bullet vibrator.

no.

it was an even smaller box than this afternoon.

“i bought this shit a long ass time ago,”

jake’s voice was cracking under the stress.

you encouraged with a gentle caress on his bearded chin.

“don’t fuckin’ cry or imma cry too.”

too late, you were both crying rivers. and chuckling. and shaking.

he did not even finish asking the question. he forgot the speech he prepared when he was eating you out earlier, thinking of romantic shit to say.

you said yes.

jake couldn’t see straight.

but he managed to put the ring on. it was the prettiest ring you have ever seen in your entire life.

after a ton of i love yous.

he found his phone somewhere on the bed and took a photo.

you looked awful and tried to cover your face with your hand.

“my bitch forever and ever happily ever after”.

he captioned the photo.

truth be told, he was so skillful that he did all of this without pulling out of you.

and he went at it again.

with more vigor. but with just as much passion.

“y’makin’ me feel so good wifey”.

perhaps wifey was the new bitch.

#jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal smut #topic: rapper!jake #completed requests #jake gyllenhaal x reader

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petitemingi · 3 years

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─ ੈ༊ your customer is: yeosang

peach iced tea + cake pops

a short break was all you needed, actually.

outside, you could've fried an egg on the pavement for how hot it had gotten to be

walking into the cafe, however, provided a nice cool breeze from the air conditioning, mixing with the scent of iced drinks and bonfires from outside.

you'd been working for just over two hours, so having a tiny break was beneficial for watching an episode of your favourite series.

"I swear to Jesus that if that air conditioning goes off, I'm quitting"

"you can't quit, who'll talk to me? don't leave me!"

you'd jokingly punch Seonghwa's arm as he laughed an exhausted laugh, and began walking back to his shift on the tills.

its then that another customer walks in, and with heat being... well... hot duh he'd walk in with a mini fan sending a light breeze over his face.

He'd see you sitting on your phone, a cold drink between your arms while you sip at it from a straw.

it's there as he stands in the door frame that he ponders on whether or not he should say hi.

it wouldn't take long for him to find himself wandering over to your table, sitting in the empty chair opposite you, looking at you with puppy eyes.

confusion would be natural

"uhm... can i help you?"

you'd sit upright, the customer opposite doing the same, only he looked as if he'd snapped out of some trance

"i- uh... sorry it's just... well I..."

he stumbled over his words, now fumbling with the mini fan in his lap as he tries to save himself

"s-sorry, you're just really pretty... can i ask you which drink that is?"

he'd shyly point at your drink, causing you to look down at it between your arms

"a peach ice tea?"

"ah, thank you... I'll be right back"

and sure enough, this customer walked up to the till, ordering his own glass of peach ice tea

it's as he's fumbling around looking for his money that Seonghwa looks over the till, exchanging a look if concern for you, mouthing

'do you want me to call you over?'

to which you'd nod, now too shooting back a look of concern

the customer, however, had finally gathered his money and collected his peach ice tea, making his way back to the table

and thank god Seonghwa was there to help you out if this situation

"ya, ____! break time's over, this cafe doesn't run itself!"

sounds harsh, yeah, but what a relief

sounds harsh again, but that customer seemed a little creepy at first glance - getting out of there seemed reasonable

"take the rest of your break here, you can continue in ten minutes"

"thanks hwa"

but by the time you'd finished your break, the random customer had gone

that didn't stop him from coming back the next day though, only this time a little later and with a sketch pad

Seonghwa took your shift on the till for this order, and served the customer an iced coffee - just until he went to sit down again

this happened various times throughout the week, and it began getting even weirder

a few days later, though, he didn't show up

20:00

21:00

00:00

even hongjoong came and went, and still, no show of the strange customer

the day after the no-show, he turned up again at 21:05, holding that sketchbook again.

it's on that day that you decided to confront him, despite Seonghwa's disagreement to it.

the conversation would have been as follows:

"excuse me?"

"oh, hi there! ___, was it?"

"y-yeah"

you'd look back to the till, where Seonghwa observed the situation with cold eyes, ready to march over at any point

"listen, I don't wanna offend you or anything but... what you're doing is kinda creepy"

"sitting and drawing?"

"i-i meant the first day you came here, you came and sat at my table unannounced while I was on my break?"

at this, the customer's ears turned red, slightly folding the corner to the picture he was currently drawing

he too looked over at the till to where Seonghwa stood, a gasp escaping his lips as he saw him watching you

"your boss is scary..."

but then you began snickering

"w-what?"

"Seonghwa? he's not scary, he likes to think he is, but he's a cute li'l baby"

"o-oh so you're dating?"

"woah there bud, I never said anything about dating, watch what you say"

"s-sorry"

that's when you saw the drawing on the page the customer had his sketchbook open to

"hey... is that-"

he slammed the sketchbook closed in panic, his ears turning a brighter red

"n-no... I mean no. it's uh..."

"it's me"

you took a seat opposite him, swiping up the sketchbook and opening it to find quite a few drawings of you, all drawn in wonderful monotone detail

he'd gotten your eyes, your nose, your lips the perfect size, he'd managed to draw your ears the right shape, not forgetting your hair or your eyebrows

there was another one! this time, you were smiling at a customer, serving them a beverage in a take away cup

he hadn't missed the detailing of the till, not even the label on the coffee cup

all of it was beautiful

"how did you? this is so realistic..."

turning the page revealed another drawing

it was an image of you, sitting with your glass of peach tea while on your phone

"this is from that first day..."

"y-yeah"

"and you drew all of this by yourself?"

he nodded again, his head sinking into his shoulders, as if to hide the embarrassment

seeing this, however, Seonghwa decided to investigate the scene happening in front of him

"hwa! look at these! aren't they beautiful?"

and soon enough, Seonghwa too began gasping in awe at the drawings

"well, young Mr Kang, I suppose we both owe you an apology"

"an apology? for what?"

Mr Kang must've been part if his name, you thought, but giving him a name seemed to make everything a lot less... suspicious?

"weeeell... i-i thought you were kinda creepy and tried to avoid you every time you came into the cafe"

"and I was involved in that too"

"so we'd both like to apologise to you..?"

"Yeosang, Kang Yeosang"

"Yeosang"

Yeosang looked up at you with a shy smile on his face

maybe all of this could've been avoided if he'd just asked to sit with you that first day

it was something that made him laugh, now that he looked back in it

"well, I'd best get back to the till then, coffee doesn't make itself"

Seonghwa stood up and and walked back to continue his shift, a line of impatient customers now waiting for their evening beverages

and you and Yeosang sat watching him, laughing at how he was being scolded by the customer first in line

it's only after a few minutes that Yeosang stands up, and walks towards the till, ordering something from Seonghwa

it'd take a few minutes, but sure enough, he'd be back with two glasses of peach tea along with two cake pops, engaging in a conversation, which was quite unusual for Yeosang

but he'd make an exception for the pretty person sat with the peach tea between their arms >-<

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cybernaght · 3 years

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Lost Tomb Reboot aka Reunion: The Sound of Providence Season 2

I swear I wasn’t actually planning to write this thing, instead just opting for random picture spams of the season, starting with every time this show got Zhu Yilong’s Wu Xie wet, because that was a trend I had not expected and kind of lived for.

All that will still happen eventually, but here’s also my five cents on the season, because it is very very important for you to know just how worthy of love it is.

You see, Season 1 was silly and fun, and definitely, undeniably, enjoyable.

Then Season 2 swooped in, and completely won my heart. I cannot even express how much I adored it. Everything about this show is extremely extra in the best possible way; it is likely to have been the most charmingly over the top thing I have ever seen.

(Vague spoilers for : specific monsters, narratively significant moments, fate of the certain characters, including the protagonist.)

Some of it comes from the pace, which speeds up dramatically early in the season, and only slows down marginally to allow characters some breathing room. It’s not just gripping because it makes you want to hit play on the next episode, it also keeps you engaged because you can’t wait to see how the next wild set of events may be resolved and then topped. At about episode ten I was questioning how they could possibly produce a sense of further escalation. At episode twenty, I was wondering if anything can top dramatic impact of whatever was occurring only two thirds of the way through the season.

I need not have worried: every single incredible character moment, every mind-boggling turn of the plot, every single bizarre threat would be blown out of water by the next one.

Partly, this seemingly has to do with the writers attempts to ground the material. I am not sure what the novel contained, but I can discern that it was something along the lines of ghosts, ghouls and various supernatural circumstance. But when you are told “this is a curse”, your reaction is naturally to go, “ah okay, so curses are a thing, and this is one of them, gotcha”. When you are told, “this is a heavy metal poisoning combined with a neurotoxin affecting the victim’s central nervous system and making them violently hallucinate”, your reaction is to question whether this is how metals, toxins, poisons, or, indeed, central nervous systems work in any version of reality.

The show does this a lot. From human shaped swarms of killer moths, to flying brain-penetrating eels, to probably my favourite monster of the moment: the murder clams.

Seriously, I cannot stress enough that this show has murder clams. They move with their clam mussels. They jump with their clam shells. They will murder you in cold blood.

There are ancient “laser corridor” style set-ups, there are shapes made out of fog recording its memory, there are group hallucinations generated by the sound of thunder, there are Mission Impossible style full face masks. There is a character who walked off a gun wound and sarin gas poisoning in order to die in the arms of his lover who looks like his dead sister. And by “looks like” I mean, “played by the same actress”.

There is a whole character of Doctor Churros, who saves our hero from imminent death by washing his lungs with oil.

This, I suppose, ultimately, is how The Lost Tomb Reboot (Season 2 in particular) lures you in. It turns what I saw as the show’s fault in season 1 into its biggest strength by establishing the world in which nothing is too outlandish and everything is possible. It so thoroughly breaks your expectations barometer, you grow to willingly accept whatever is thrown at you.

The most beautiful thing about all of it, is that the fun and games and moments of barely controlled hysteria do not lower the stakes whatsoever. Moreover, somehow this show makes me believe that it could just about do something as irrevocable as, perhaps, killing off the protagonist

You know how you can watch, say, a super hero film, and then the “all is lost” moment happens, and you kind of have to struggle to care because you know that they will pull through. It’s curious to see how that happens, but you don’t doubt for even second that it will. Well, when that moment arrived here, I found myself between ugly sobbing, and going into speculation overdrive to try and figure out how the Reboot would deal with that. By then I have seen that show be an high octave action movie, a supernatural mystery, a horror thriller, a buddy comedy and a spy flick: it was not a massive stretch to imagine it turning into a revenge tragedy.

Wu Xie dying had been building up since episode one, so you had hours and hours and oh-so-many hours to brace for it, and when the tragedy does not strike, the relief is visceral.

Despite all the moments of hilarity (whether intended or otherwise), despite the chaotic turns of the plot, despite how utterly off the charts this show is tonally, when it matters, the narrative is pulled together in a way which not only makes complete sense within the world of the series, but is meticulously set-up, satisfying resolved, and delivers lovely emotional impact. Considering that the moral of the story is a very common “live in the moment”, paired up with “greed is bad”, it was surprising how much resonance its delivery actually created.

Ultimately, however, this show is about found family, and, more specifically, about Wu Xie’s ability to create this family for himself and for every single member of it. He starts as one of the trio, and ends as one of a large group of old allies, new friends, and people he has graced with so much kindness that they follow him until the bitter end.

Lost Tomb Reboot ensures that you get to know them all, and it’s pretty damn hard to not love this misfit group of adventurers in its entirety.

(The only thing I could say is that I wish the series spent more time making sure the viewer knows and likes Zhang Qiling, but it seemingly had little purpose for him apart form sweeping in as an avenging angel every now and then. I get that he is a well established character in the series, and that his whole thing is being deadly and enigmatic, but considering that you got to know the other two legs of the famous Triangle so well, it’s a shame that this one was reserved to mostly being Xiao Ge Ex Machina. It would have been nice to know what he was about apart from “really damn cool”.)

Bai Haotian remained my favourite character. She is cute, sweet, romantic, and, for the lack of a better word, “girly”. She is not shy about her crush on Wu Xie, and is prepared to do a lot of reckless, dangerous things for him. None of the above undermine her intelligence, cunningness and authority. Xiao Bai is a young woman in a position of power, and she absolutely knows how to handle herself; for every time she is a damsel in distress, she gets to be the rescuer. For every time she puts herself in needless danger, she learns to collect herself and plan ahead. For every time she is bossed around, she turns and takes charge. Her journey is not the centred around getting the guy, but around discovering her self-assertion; she finds her place within his team not by being a romantic interest, but through her personal strengths.

My absolutely favourite moment for her came when an antagonist used her affection for Wu Xie to get an upper hand on her, and she gets restrained, knife to her throat. Xiao Bai swivels away, knocks the attacker out and goes to town kicking him, to a great astonishment of this team, as she states that liking someone does not make her weak.

And it doesn’t. Being in love has nothing to do with weakness or strength. Being a young, and excitable, and a woman does not equate to weakness either.

I’m not saying that this show is a feminist manifesto, because it is definitely not that. Every other prominent female character suffers a pitiful fate in service of creating motivation for the men of the story. But it does spend a lot of time making sure you, the viewer, know its heroes well enough to mentally befriend them. And if this means giving the female lead complexity, I cannot possibly be mad at that.

So, this was it. This was the Lost Tomb Reboot. It brought me a ridiculous amount of joy and I will miss it a lot.

And yes, the picture spams will be 100% an excuse to rewatch at least some of it.

PS. Said spams miiiiight be gif based if I figure out a way to colour correct the damn things.

#lost tomb reboot #reunion: the sound of the providence #review of sorts #now with gifs #the gifs are bad though

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One of my most favourite confrontations between Mahidevran and Hürrem in the series is the one after Mahidevran sent Olga to Süleiman in episode 61. It's both fun, yet filled with meaningful character dialogue, managing to successfully deliver a thematic message that eventually finds its retroactive way, despite of it all seeming like a yet another smackdown fest by Hürrem at first.

The scene begins with their typical confrontational energy, the rivalry chemistry immediately paves its way forward. Hürrem is ready to face her for what she did and Mahidevran, while not being interested at first, goes with her flow regardless, setting the mood for what follows.

Hürrem: You've sent a concubine to his majesty.

Mahidevran: I'm replacing Valide. Pleasing his majesty is one of my duties.

Hürrem: Let God not give you other worries. Do you want to cover the lack of your femininity this way?

Mahidevran seems very engrained in her role as the head of the harem and connects it with her own desire to take revenge for her wounded pride and for all the pain they caused her. The first excuse she finds for sending Olga to SS refered to the rules and tradition that give her that right, but we know by context that there's something else going on, this was both a move driven by her vendetta and a provoked move - she decided to do this after Hü told her she's the one ruling the privy chamber and perhaps Mahidevran accepted it as a challenge to her power, because, honestly, I doubt she would've attempted such a thing if she weren't provoked like this. Hürrem, on the other hand, gives her own "interpretation" as to why Mahidevran took action. To be blunt, it sits wrong with me right from the start, because it demonstrates a huge amount of internalized mysoginy on full display and it's sad, in a way, that this is what the system encourages at the moment - you're nothing if you sleep alone in your bed, if you don't have the sultan's back. There's a glimmer of possibility Hürrem said it only to render Mahidevran vulnerable and one could understand where she comes from, since she has experienced quite a lot of similar offenses from that same person. And when a confrontation of the like occurs, her first instinct is to think of a comeback, to pull rank and highlight why she's better than her like she does in all their encounters in this batch of episodes. That hardly excuses or whitewashes this statement, though, because for a person who has been shown to fight the system and call out prejudice (even though it was mostly only she was subjected to it or it was about something that concerned her specifically), seeing that she had absorbed some of it and applies it without a second thought leaves a sour taste for me.

Mahidevran: Worry about your own problems, Hürrem. Did you really think his majesty couldn't be with other women?

Hürrem: This is impossible.

Two major beliefs of Mahidevran and Hürrem's characters come on the surface: they drive the dialogue and help the rest of the scene unfold the way it did. Mahidevran brushes off Hürrem's last statement and brings back tradition to the forefront, which begins to highlight a belief of hers that she shared with Valide, that there is a constant cycle in the harem that no one, not even Hürrem, is capable to entirely break. To Hürrem it's impossible for SS to ever have other women at this point, it's something unthinkable for her already. She feels she has fully broken that cycle.

This scene, unlike the confrontation in episode 58, has well done retroactive irony while serving the context of the episode it's in in a plausible enough way that doesn't seem showed in just for the sake of it. The context of the episode puts Hürrem in the right by showing Olga returning from SS's chambers almost immediately after Hürrem says: "This is impossible." and it's the place where this plot-line transitions to another one, leaving the rest of the confrontation to hang in the balance for a while. Maybe SS had truly given up taking other women ever since the wedding, as shown by this and SS refusing another concubine sent by Valide in the wedding episode.

However, we know that this stops being the case later on and whether it's through the decision to bring in yet another drama tool, yet another annoying stretched narrative opposition in the face of the concubine arcs, it's a fact and we could say that this scene ends up being a good enough framework to set us up for it, intentionally or not.

Mahidevran: Then why is there a concubine in his chamber?

Hürrem: What concubine? Maybe that one?

This, to me, is a demonstration of how the tables can turn in the harem at literally any moment. Meryem Uzerli's little amazing, subtle facial expression says it all. When Mahidevran asks the question, we see for a very split second that Hürrem's wondering how to refute her until the concubine appears in the heat of the argument due to sheer luck. Like, if she had already returned to her rooms before the scene occurred, it would've gone much differently! This isn't all that important here, but I love how Meryem showed a slight probability for Hürrem to lose the argument, which contrasts with all her confident remarks before and after this moment. It's just very neat stuff.

Hürrem: Many girls were introduced to his majesty. Among them, there was even a princess. Where are they now? Look around you. You will not see anyone but me.

Speaking of confident remarks, there comes another one of Hürrem's that no matter how many concubines came, they all went and now there is no one other than her. This line further sets a consistent trend of ambiguity, because she's right in the context of the episode and it encapsulates the resolution of these particular plot-lines of Hürrem and Süleiman in the season and we can get behind her words overall both in the arc and in rewatch, in spite of the retroactive irony, but she's wrong in that it's the end of her harem fights, very far from it, as season 3 and season 4 prove. She hasn't completely won yet, even though she sets the impression that she has.

What I also find interesting in this scene is the back and forth throwing of past - present - future between the two sides. They make a perfect showcase of what these characters represent, their states, their losses, their desires, their hopes, dreams and philosophies. Here, in example, Hürrem makes a reference to a part of her obstacles in the past, acknowledging that they were there regardless, but then she immediately goes back to the present with "Where are they now?". Nowhere in the scene she considered the possibilities of the future, the sheer probability that it all may change one day (as it happened, in many ways, through Firuze), focusing on the currently undeniable truth the present day presents.

That same throwing back and forth continues, but with another note which instantly places the two women against each other again:

Mahidevran: I was also loved once, Hürrem. Mustafa is the fruit of that love. Ask Gülfem Hatun if you want. She will tell you how much she suffered because of me.

Hürrem: You always tell this story.

Unlike Hürrem, who only references the past, Mahidevran laments it and takes pride in it, it being the highlight of her once beautiful life. But we know what went down afterwards, adding in the possibility that maybe, it would all be temporary and what one may have now, may change, because Mahidevran was also in Hürrem's position once. Hürrem however, calls out her fixation on the past, in a similar fashion to how she has done it before (E59: "Are you being proud of your past now? Let me remind you: You're still a slave."), what she had doesn't matter, it's the now that is important to Hürrem, which is a solid thematic note to her character arc.

Though, we have this line of dialogue in response:

We here notice that no matter how long it took for them to do it, Mahidevran and Hürrem actually had parallel arcs, in terms of letting go of the past. This line makes for such a striking revelation of Mahidevran's emotional state from her perspective that only continued what episode 46 hinted at and episode 55 directly started. (E55: "I ripped out the love I had of your father of my heart, I threw it into the sea! He doesn't matter to me anymore. Now you are the only one in my heart.") It's rather surprising that she says these words now - Mahidevran's rule of the harem is arguably her at her worst, doing what she does out of the last ounces of her wanting payback for the sad, bitter years. It's precisely what she lost that motivated her, that was a sure part of the reason she sent Olga to SS and yet, we have that honest confession, that grasp of acceptance. Mahidevran's battle with SS was lost very early on and it took her very slow and gradual development for her to accept it and by E61, she was doing the last steps to do so. She tries hard to convince Hürrem that no matter how hard she tries, there is a cycle in this harem that cannot be changed, Mahidevran has come to terms with it, so Hürrem has to do the same. In a way, she was probably trying to say that they both have been fighting a losing battle and she expresses a small amount of sympathy over it, too - she knows what it's like and it's hard, but it's like some unwritten law that it's not worth it in the end and that everyone gets affected by it, without exception. That's how she begins to look upon her present and show a hint of the future.

Out of the particular context, this line could be a very nice stronger endorsement of the franchise's themes, because, truly, no one ever got a good, triumphant, heroic ending. And it was like a cycle: everyone had to face the feelings of sorrow, grief and loss, everyone had to suffer in this time period, everyone dies. Gülfem called Hürrem's life a fairy tale in E134, but that "fairy tale" came to an end after her death. And if we leave that aside, there is hardly a breather episode even for the biggest of victories, no matter how many victories you've won, they would always "have their end", the narrative would always condemn them one way or another.

Mahidevran: One day a woman will appear and would destroy your indestructible love!

The future is finally put on the front with the scene overall and with Mahidevran herself. It's a continuation of her belief that Hürrem would be "detroned", regardless of all. Thing is, she also doesn't consider her own future, only the one of her rival's. She believes in her own victory that is opposed in the present, but would surely come in the future, a belief she holds until the end of the series. Even though I doubt the writers planned Firuze's existence right back then per say, this line sounds like such foreshadowing to her in retrospect, which makes Mahidevran both right and wrong with this quote. Firuze caused an actual continuous rift between Hürrem and Süleiman, making her doubt his love in ways she hadn't before. Nazenin comes into the picture, as well. But no one truly succeeds to properly destroy the love between Süleiman and Hürrem and they managed to prevail, despite of all the narrative opposition. She still stayed the most dear woman to SS's heart, no matter what. There is a slight possibility of Mahidevran judging the situation one hundred percent to herself here, claiming rather that the appearance of another woman would make Hürrem fall out of love with SS and destroy that, instead, just like it was with her, but since Mahidevran called the same line back during the Firuze episodes, I think she was referring to the rift Firuze would cause and how would Hü fall deeper and deeper.

Hürrem: Mahidevran, don't think of me as your equal.

This line is very telling in that Hürrem considers herself different than everyone else. It has always been a part of her character, perhaps a running reminder of her unprecedented elevation in the system she's telling us about through words. And most of the interpretations I've encountered of this line are exactly this: it is epic, badass, it is delivered in such a shading sassy way that could only be respected or applauded. However, it is just as possible for this infamous one-liner to be presented as the culmination of not only her persistent insistence to assert herself as different and special, but her continuous unwillingness to be compared to anyone else in the harem. And usually she's compared to guess who? Mahidevran. She doesn't want to even think of the possibility to be compared with her by this point (starting from E40 where after she was freed, she said: "Now I'm not equal to you." right to Mahidevran's face and continuing forward into S03 with: "I told you not to compare me to others, to Mahidevran never!" -it was something like that), but at first, which is now probably buried deep within, she feared becoming like Mahidevran. She repeated "I'm not Mahidevran!" when she was out of favor like with the Russian concubines, Mahidevran's words that she would make the same mistakes she did echoed in her head during the Isabella arc in episode 31 and earlier had a nightmare of Süleiman giving the emerald ring to Mahidevran instead of Hürrem in a completely parallel scene. (there's also the other nightmare where Mahidevran was taunting Hürrem to tell her about Leo.) Hürrem dreaded all of those things happening and tried her very best to avoid the very thoughts of it. Now, in a season nearly full of victories in her part, she had gained the belief that whatever happens, she'll always stand above the others. She wants to give off the vibe that no one would ever stop her. She has broken so many traditions and the narrative is currently rooted at her favor, all well and good, right? This line could be a mask, in a way, hiding the fear of being rejected just like the others (that doesn't completely disappear, seeing her suicide attempt in E72; also E106's menopause plot.) and striving to leave it behind her, now reaching its peak by putting not only Mahidevran, but the rest of the women into the picture, without a second of realization of the implications it causes, because well, who else was given such special attention by the Sultan? Who else was freed, who else had such a marriage, who else got out of death's door so many times, who else overcame everything, who else had a chance to "rain as fire" over all her enemies? Even though the quote applies on a much grander scale in execution, in later seasons and the way it got called back to in MCK, I feel, in this particular context, it refers to the harem and Süleiman specifically - his majesty doesn't need any other women, there is no such woman that could take away what Hürrem has and even if they stand together, they wouldn't stand a chance, because Hürrem is that massive and powerful.

The retroactive irony hits hard and here: she's right in the events of this particular episode, but the subsequent events definetly tell a different story. Hürrem's influence and power is acknowledged, especially in her last episodes, but that she's the only one capable of having such power is not necessarily true, given the existence of the SOW, some members of which reached more highs than she did, due to the evolving extent of power they could exercise in the system.

Mahidevran: Your arrogance will end you, Hürrem! One day when you're suffering in pain, I'll remind you this!

Hürrem: Mahidevran, you're not here anymore. You'll be leaving soon!

Mahidevran: You're not powerful enough for that!

The focus on the present and future is back with this quick, but substantial exchange. Mahidevran seems to count completely on what will happen in the future in the first line, while Hürrem accounts for both the present and the future, seemingly in accordance, and Mahidevran brings the confrontation back to the present, for what Hürrem talks about is currently unattainable. These lines look like a brief summary of what was established before about the beliefs of both characters: they both desire the end of one another - for Mahidevran it would happen eventually, because Hürrem would end herself in her eyes and Mahidevran would live for this moment and even witness it (and while she didn't witness it exactly, she lived and outlived them all, because there would be no death for her until they get what they deserve, a belief that carries on the strongest in season 4); for Hürrem it has already happened, but it would keep going, fueling her will to get rid of all her enemies and being in conjunction with the ongoing plot arc itself, for her attacking her enemies in all fronts in ways she hadn't before. The last line of Mahidevran's stops the dialogue between both of them for good (followed by Hürrem's smug grin), resting back on her current position, that is also how her whole set of dialogue began in the first place. Even though there was a hint of realization that she has been fighting a losing battle a while before, the part of hers that would prefer not going to the sanjack than give up now, is directly reflected on. It sets more of a parallel between how both of them are, because Mahidevran told Hürrem that arrogance would end her a few seconds ago, but now she's the one that demonstrates this same arrogance herself, starting to underestimate her own opponents yet again, simply because she rules the harem. Claiming that Hürrem doesn't have the power to send her to the sanjack by force, is true, actually, because Ibrahim interfered at the last moment, but this way Mahidevran seems to brush off Hürrem's victories completely, somehow convincing herself that she's forgotten how far has Hürrem gone and just like her rival, thinking of herself as unstoppable. (that goes on the season finale, too, where she says: "If you're powerful enough, face me by yourself!".) This attitude more or less cemented her downfall in this arc, as it would cement major flaws of Hürrem's in the future.

And then they're stopped by... Süleiman himself and I love that, because they have to stop because he comes, they have to stop because he's watching them and give him the necessary respect. Symbolically, it could be a showcase of him being the decider of everyone's fates and them having to accept his will at the end of the day.

And after he leaves, of course, Hürrem and Mahidevran prepare to carry on with their bickering, as they usually do. While that's the end of the whole confrontation, their expressions tell us it's not over yet.

It's particularly interesting, even as a confrontational scene alone: it's longer than many of the confrontational scenes between them, it speaks more volumes about the opposing sides than any other of the kind has dreamed to. While I love Mahidevran and Hürrem's chemistry, I wish there were more scenes like this one, more nuanced interactions than vitriol and constant, almost formulaic smackdowns. Because, to me, this whole confrontation, while simple at hindsight, raised the bar to what could we have had. The rivalry of the two ladies is fascinating on a thematic level and not exploring its depth further, would be a myriad of wasted opportunities.

This scene did right all you could think of: composition, soundtrack, attention to detail, chemistry, dialogue and opposing two sides on a respectful, unbiased, while narratively provoked, way. I adore the way it aged: as I said, it created a perfect blend between context of the episode/plot arc and retroactive irony and the mix of cause and effect of soapy intrigues, character exploration through lines and all the coming thematic stuff, while being filled with dynamic and fun energy. And it's absolutely sublime for it.

#i planned to only use images at first #but since Tumblr now allows only up to 10 #I had to quote most stuff #magnificent century #muhteşem yüzyıl #mahidevran sultan #hurrem sultan

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kissmyhandcallmedarling · 2 years

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My Top Posts in 2021

ugly sweaters + mistletoe

christmas headcanons for the evans

unrelated note: it is the end of november, and i am literally so excited for christmas! i've put up my tree and cute aesthetic lights etc, and i can't wait. i love the whole vibe of christmas, with the music, and the gift shopping. where i live it is summer in december; really want to experience a white chistmas one day if i go traveling. anyway, back to the evans.

tate:

likes watching christmas slasher/horror films (would have actually enjoyed that one episode of ahs stories where it was those youtubers and the santa killer)

also enjoys the film home alone, and likes to set up traps like in the movie, to see how many other ghosts or house guests he can terrorize

tate is definitely one for chonky blankets and cuddles with his s/o

oh yeah, and christmas sweaters!

on halloween he'll always sneak off to the nearest store and buy you a little something, that he hides away until christmas

he'll wrap the gift up very messily, and always gives it to you as soon as you wake up on december 25th

kyle:

loves the idea of kissing under the mistletoe

he will go to cordelia's greenhouse and wreck havoc (seriously, he'd make a huge mess) just to find a sprig of mistletoe

would sneak up behind you and tap your shoulder, only for you to turn around to him standing there holding the mistletoe above your heads, lips puckered waiting for a kiss

tried to make a gingerbread house one year but screwed it up and got so angry he crushed it with his fist and came crying to you

you fixed it with an easy flick of your wrist, to which he responded with cute, amazed, puppy eyes

james:

wouldn't like christmas as it is traditionally christian holiday

would tolerate the christmas trees and decorations liz and iris put around the hotel

he does enjoy the gift-giving element however, as any chance to spoil his dearly beloved, he will take!

does however, fondly remember a few christmases as a young child; sitting with his mother at the fire, watching snow fall, playing with little wooden toys giftted to him

sometimes his father would work late, leaving himself and his mother alone - those were his favourite moments

kai:

celebratory manwiches

huge cult christmas party for the boys

"speedwagon! where the fuck are my peppermint-cranberry-kool-aid shots???!!!"

(these above hcs all would occur before winter's death)

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114 notes • Posted 2021-11-24 13:04:08 GMT

good old-fashioned lover boy

hey! this is my entry for @americxn writing competition (congrats on 1k followers!!) i used one of the fluff prompts but also kinda delves into deeper stuff idk. i am thinking i will also upload an angst one too maybe... anyway, enjoy <3

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- tw: mentions of abuse, domestic violence, scars

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You rap lightly on the door; room 78. You dust off the creases in your dress as you hear footsteps approach the door.

"Dearest," James March greets you, pecking each of your cheeks. "How delighted I am to host you this evening." He shuts the door and takes your hand, leading you over to the dining table. Hazel Evers, his loyal maid, potters around the table. James is clearly irritated by the fact that she is yet to clear off.

"Miss Evers!" her beady eyes dart up from her work, casting you a sharp glare. "If you will excuse us..." he indicates to the door, with a cock of his head.

"Of course, Mr March." She hurries past and lets herself out unwillingly.

"I'm terribly sorry, darling," he sighs. Your hand is still in the clutch of your lover's. "Oh, applesauce!" You couldn't help but giggle at his remark. Some of the vocabulary he used was very outdated. But you found it sweet. "It completely slipped my mind... I thought it was rather quiet in here." James let go of your hand and pranced over to the record player. He fumbled around for a few moments, eyes searching through the extensive collection of vinyls. You placed your chin on his shoulder, and arms around his waist.

"What are you looking for?"

At last, he pulls out a record with a satisfied smile. "Louis Armstrong... I find his voice to be rather... riveting. Reminds me of my days at university, finding my footing in the world as a young man." He placed the stylus on the record, and soon the smooth, sensual harmony of jazz filled the room.

"My dear," he began. "May I have this dance. I do believe our repast will survive a few moments longer. I must say, it is not uncommon for me to scald my tongue on hot meals."

"I'd be delighted, kind sir." His hand grasped your waist and soon your bodies were moving as one. James seemed to be in a rather cheerful mood this evening, as he twirled you away from him. He was a talented dancer, proficient in everything from the waltz to the Charleston.

Once the two of you had finished dancing, James lead you over to the dining table, his hand resting on the small of your back. Candles and baskets of bread rolls sat on a crisp, linen tablecloth, the warm light flickering off the walls. James pulled out a chair for you, before seating himself adjacent to yourself. You lifted up the silver cloche to reveal a plate of roast meat, accompanied by an array of vegetables.

"Thank god," James sighed with relief. "If she was to serve us chipped beef one more time, I fear I would have imploded, my dear." He lit a cigarette, his quellazaire perched daintily between his fore and middle fingers.

"Champagne, darling?" He offered you, pulling the bottle from the ice bucket.

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119 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 11:39:13 GMT

that time of the month is it?

how the evans would comfort you during your period

Tate:

wouldn't really know that much about it or what girls go through

"every month? fuck! that's intense"

he would love to lie in bed with you all day

even if you were feeling fine, he'd still make excuses for you to stay in bed just so he could cuddle with you

"y/n... are you sure your head is feeling okay? you'd better just stay here, just to be sure"

listen to nirvana and eat chocolate

if you bled on his sheets, he wouldn't mind at all

you'd feel really bad, but he'd assure you it was fine

"nah, don't worry about it, baby"

Kit:

Kit is a lady's man and a feminist, so would be fairly well educated

"women go through shit, while us guys just stand around and overexaggerate getting hit in the balls"

before you moved in together, he'd keep a kit (lmao get it) in the bathroom with all the feminine hygiene products you could possibly need, for when you stayed over

"that time of the month is it, honey?" placing a kiss on your forehead

would run you hot baths, and maybe join you if you wanted ;)

make you whatever food you wanted, whenever you wanted (but I mean he does this anyway so...)

backrubs and shoulder massages

Jimmy:

honestly wouldn't care if you bled on his bed

only has one set of sheets for his bed and barely ever washes them

like he wouldn't care as in he wouldn't even bother to get the stain out, however, you would insist, and wash the sheets for him

Jimmy would ensure Elsa wouldn't make you perform if you weren't up to it

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131 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 14:24:27 GMT

Poetic Lovers

austin sommers x fem!reader

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- tw: not exactly smut or nfsw, but sexual themes discussed

- I apologise for any mistakes, just wanted to get this posted and didn't do the most thorough edit

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Y/n!" Austin grinned brightly as he welcomed you into his home, kissing you on either cheek. "So good to see you! So glad you could make it!"

You smiled shyly as he put his arm around your shoulders, walking you over to his chaise. You sat down, feeling the luxurious vinyl under your hands, while he wandered over to the mini-bar. You'd had a huge crush on Austin since the moment you first laid eyes on him, singing his heart out at the local bar. But there was no way he felt the same... in fact, you were pretty certain he wasn't even into women. Tonight was simply an evening of two friends getting together to drink and talk about literature. And you were expecting nothing more than that.

"Drink for you, ma'am?"

"Oh, please."

"What 'you up for?" you watched as his fingers nimbly prepared two glasses and fumbled through the extensive collection of liquor. "French martini? Mint julep? Bourbon?"

"I'll just have whatever you're having."

"Oh, sweetheart, no need to be so polite... but how does a julep sound? I am really fancying that ziiiinnngggg this evening."

"Perfect... reminds me of a summer's day. Kinda what you need living in a place like this," you reply awkwardly.

"Ha! I remember I hooked up with this guy this one time in the summer..."

There. He said it. He was gay. As much as you knew this would be the case, you couldn't help but feel heartbroken to know you'd never be anything more than friends.

"...worst screw of my life, by the way. Anyway, he had a bit of a thing for Hollywood, so we climbed the 'o' of the Hollywood sign, and just did it then and there. Mind you we were sky-high on grass."

"Huh... hilarious." You forced a smile.

"What about you?" He asked, carrying over your two drinks and seating himself in front of you. "Any sex horror stories?"

You took a sip of your beverage. "Well... there was this one time..."

"Oh yes! This is gonna be good!!" Austin clapped his hands together enthusiastically. "Paint me a picture with your words, y/n."

"So there was this one guy who I met at the club. He seemed really sweet so I invited him back to mine. Usually, I'm not into one-night-stands, but I was trying to get over someone at the time. So we got to it and then he suddenly," you let a chuckle escape your lips. "He just started roaring like a lion! Like so loudly."

"A lion?!"

"Yeah!"

"Oh, y/n, that is a killer!" Austin slapped his hand against his leg as he laughed. "How did you react?"

"Well he had his eyes closed while he was doing it so he couldn't see my reaction, but I was weirded out. Like, he didn't just do it once, it continued on for minutes." You scrunched your face up in disgust. "And then he started licking my arms and my face. Not in a hot way... in a weird-ass way."

"I have to say," he was still hysterical. "That is a banger! Lion-man and Hollywood hookup? It seems we both don't have the best luck when it comes to our sex-lives!"

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183 notes • Posted 2021-09-01 14:03:31 GMT

'does a chicken have lips?'

aka (super) random and oddly specific headcanons for the evans that just make sense

tate:

sings all the time

thinks he is kurt cobain

loves his showers, this man will spend 30 minutes in the hot water if you let him

oh and obviously he loves to sing and pretend he is kurt cobain in the shower

“I FEEL STUPID... DUH NUH NUH NUH! HERE WE ARE NOW! ENTERTAIN US!”

this annoys the hell out of the tear-jerker (aka b*n harmon)

likes to sit cross-legged on the floor

tate loves lemonade, especially homemade; if he was able to leave the house he would have been the one to buy lemonade from kids with stalls out the front of their homes

owns like 12 pairs of black converse (all at varying stages of wear and tear)

kit:

loves poetry and would leave ripped-out pages from his poetry books on your pillow or in your closet on your coat for you to find

kit is a literature enthusiast and book worm; he loves to read. he'll sit for hours on the porch, cigarette, and book in hand

a stickler for sunday roasts and early morning drives

a feminist and a ladies man

drinks his coffee black

kit loves tomatoes... like anything tomato... tomato soup, tomato sandwiches, tomato salad, tomato juice, roast tomatoes etc.

if kit lived in 2021, he'd be one of those cool hipster (minus the beard) plant dads who spends all day in a coffee shop

i feel like he would make a good architect? i dont' know why, just gives off those vibes you know?

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