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daydream-cement · 1 year

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it’s my birthday today!﹠. the thought only JUST occurred to me, so: would you be willing to write a belated birthday larissa x f!reader one-shot for me, where it’s reader’s birthday and she rarely looks forward to it so larissa’s determined to shower her with all the love, warmth, and affection she can? maybe involving a bunch of small gifts that larissa’s hidden for reader to find while she works, and then an afternoon/night of cuddles and affirmations (and very soft smut 🥹)… and/or maybe the fact that it’s the solstice, since that’s my bday 🥰 lots of room for surprise witchy things there. but no stress either way! 🤍🫶🏼🤍🫶🏼🤍🫶🏼

Special Birthday for You

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Authors Note: I'm about to go to bed, but I wanted to write this quick little one-shot for you anon. I hope you had a wonderful birthday and I hope this does your idea justice.

You woke up that morning with your girlfriend's side of the bed cold. Typically, Larissa Weems was always up earlier than you and out the door so she could get to work hours before her day truly needed to start. You glance at your phone before you even get out of bed. You see a few "Happy Birthday" wishes from friends and relatives, but you ignore them for now.

Truly you would like to get this day over with. You had never looked forward to a birthday before and you didn't expect this year to be much different.

You pull yourself from bed and immediately head to the bathroom to get ready. Much to your surprise there is a sticky note attached to your mirror with Larissa's elegant writing on it, Happy Birthday, my love. Enjoy surprise #1 in your drawer.

You smirk at the note and pull open the bathroom drawer under your sink. Inside there is a small black box with a red ribbon around it. You carefully remove it from the drawer, unravel the ribbon, and remove the lid to reveal a delicate necklace with a little heart dangling from it's chain. Covering the little heart charm were your birthstones.

This small gesture from Larissa was presently unexpected. You continue getting dressed for the day, making sure to wear the necklace as a reminder of how sweet your girlfriend was.

Once you were in the kitchen, you put the kettle on, looking to make yourself a cup of tea to take with you to your first class. In the cupboard with your teas was another black box with a red ribbon around it. You pull it out along with a box of tea.

You set the tea bags aside and open the second gift of the day, revealing a small sachet of tea leaves. Inside was another note, Surprise #2 is tea from your favorite shop in Maine. Enjoy, my dear.

Larissa's thoughtfulness made your heart swell with how much love you felt from her.

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Once at your desk you began prepping for your first class that was starting in twenty minutes. You set your wonderful cup of tea to the side and pull open your desk drawer that contained your planner for today's divination lesson. Atop of your planner was another black box.

You pull it from the drawer, already smiling at Larissa's knowledge of your daily routine. Inside was a new set of beautiful tarot cards. You had been eyeing these inside a small occult shop when Larissa and you took a trip to New York for the weekend. Next to the box of tarot cards was another note, Roses are red, violets are blue, I got these tarot cards for you too.

Larissa's thoughtfulness left you giddy throughout your divination class and into your 'Intro to Séance' class. Your classes moved quickly today and you were packing up to leave when you spotted another black box in your bag that you must have missed earlier.

Inside the fourth gift of the day lay a smooth rose quartz stone. While you certainly already had one, the symbolism wasn't lost on you for rose quartz was highly symbolic of love.

You knew you just had to get home to thank Larissa for all of her thoughtfulness today.

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You could tell Larissa was so excited to see you when you walked in the door. She poked her head out of the kitchen and called, "How was your day today?"

You waited to talk until you walked into the kitchen, "I had the most wonderful day because the most wonderful person left me the most wonderful gifts."

"Anything for you," Larissa turned away from the stove so she could give you a hug. Her embrace was just a little tighter and a little more loving today. She pressed a long kiss to your lips and reached around to give your butt a gentle squeeze.

You jumped in surprise and gave her a small nudge at her cheekiness. Finally, you took into account the state of the kitchen. While Larissa was not one who loved cooking, she had made your favorite meal, "What's all of this?"

"Well I had to make sure that my girl is well fed on her birthday." Larissa dipped down to give you a final kiss before she got back to work.

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Dinner was incredible and Larissa completely had been doting on you all night. You turned on your favorite movie and Larissa pressed kisses to your head while you snuggled into her side. About halfway through, however, you turned to her, accepting one of her kisses on your lips.

Ten minutes later, she was on top of you, tongue in your mouth and hands on either side of your head. Your head was spinning at how perfect the day was and how perfectly it seemed to be ending. Larissa began moving her lips to your neck, one hand moving to tease the hem of your shirt.

"I think it's time you get your final birthday surprise." Larissa slipped down to the floor and ushered you to sit up a bit. Her hands gently unbuttoned your pants and helped slip them down your legs.

She glanced up into your eyes and then back down to where you ached between your legs, "Every birthday girl needs to receive a bit of cunnilingus to end the day right."

#f!reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #readers birthday #fanfic #oneshot

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fluentmoviequoter · 6 months

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Discede!

Witchy Wednesday, October 25, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Heart Set on Amulets Universe Masterlist

Summary: You and Dalton go to Five Keys, New Mexico, to get answers about your training as a witch.

Warnings: fluff, Discede is Latin for "Be Gone" (teleportation spell from Buffy the Vampire Slayer), spoilers for Insidious: The Last Key (2018) and The Red Door (2023), witch jokes and references to movies with witches. 2.2k+ words

A/N: This might be my favorite Heart Set on Amulets fic I've written. I highly recommend reading the others (at least 'Heart Set on Amulets') first, if you haven't already! Please let me know what you think and enjoy!! :)

Pacing alone in your apartment, you feel your desperation growing. The last time you talked to Specs, he seemed confident that he’d find something soon and get back to you, but that was weeks ago.

“Can I come in?” Dalton asks, standing in your doorway and dangling your keys. “These were in the lock still.”

You nod and thank him as you take your keys and put them away. “Sorry, I’m just distracted. Specs hasn’t updated me in weeks.”

Dalton feels some recognition when you say ‘Specs’ but can’t place it. He hugs you tightly and rubs your back as he promises everything will work out.

“In the meantime, we could watch a movie,” Dalton suggests gently.

“We’re not watching Practical Magic again,” you say. He points at you, and you rush to add, “Or Hocus Pocus.”

“But you put a spell on me,” he says with a pout.

“Any other movie, Dalton.”

Dalton reluctantly agrees before pulling you onto the couch and turning your TV on. Just as you start to relax against his side, your phone beeps. You rush to grab it and gasp as you read the new message:

I found the tapes. -Specs

“Everything alright?” Dalton asks, leaning up to sit behind you.

“Yeah, yeah, great actually,” you answer, turning to face him. “Specs found the recordings of my training sessions.” You glance down to read a second message and add, “And another amulet, almost identical to yours.”

“So, New Mexico?”

“We don’t have to go right now.”

Dalton rubs his thumb over your cheekbone as he says, “You want answers, and I want to help. So, we go when you’re ready. Even if that’s right now.”

You smile as you lean against his hand, and he takes that as an invitation to kiss you. He brings his other hand to your jaw and feels a surge like a love spell coursing through his veins, starting where his skin rests on yours.

Dalton pulls back first and says, “I guess we should start packing.”

He makes no move to leave, insisting on helping you pack before you both go to his dorm to get his stuff. While you gather your things, you speculate about what Elise recorded and tracked regarding your abilities.

Dalton cuts you off to ask, “Wait- Elise? The woman in the videos about the Further?”

You shrug and reach for an old scrapbook, flipping to a picture of you and Elise the last time you saw her. Dalton confirms it’s the same Elise.

“My mom said that when I was in the coma- the Further- she was instrumental to pulling me out. She helped my dad when he was a kid and tried to help him again nine years ago, but it didn’t end well,” Dalton explains.

“The demon that possessed your dad is the one who…” you trail off, and Dalton finishes, “Killed her. Yeah. I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything. Neither did your dad. She knew the dangers.” You place a hand on Dalton’s cheek and repeat, “It’s not your fault. I don’t blame you.”

Dalton nods against your hand before grabbing your bag and leading you to his dorm. You decide to fly, booking two tickets on the first plane to Albuquerque while Dalton packs. It seems impossible to be this close to answers, but you’ve been waiting for years.

Dalton keeps his hand in yours, a hand on your back, or an arm around your shoulders until you exit the Uber and walk down Main Street in Five Keys. You point to a small restaurant at the corner and tell him Specs said to meet him there.

Dalton feels that same sensation of recognition as he walks beside you. He thinks something moves in the shadows but credits it to exhaustion and an old town. When you walk into the diner, Dalton’s eyes widen as he looks to the back.

“Dalton?” Specs asks, walking toward both of you. He says hello to you before turning his attention back to Dalton. “I haven’t seen you since…”

“Carl wiped my memory?” Dalton suggests.

Specs looks down quickly and then chuckles nervously. “I didn’t- um.”

“I’m messing you with you,” Dalton tells him. “It’s been a long few months, but I remember the Further. And my mom filled in the blank spaces.”

“She did?”

“Yeah, when I got out of the Further after almost dying she seemed eager to answer any and all questions.”

You elbow Dalton and whisper, “Easy.”

“I don’t blame you, though. No hard feelings,” Dalton offers, extending his hand and shaking Specs’.

“We should go to Elise’s house,” Specs says, turning his attention to you. “There’s a room where she worked and more information than I could dream of going through alone.”

You agree and climb into his car with Dalton, looking out the window as Specs asks Dalton about the Red Door and how they closed it. The ride is short, and you’re in awe of the house as you approach it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Specs asks. “Too bad it’s full of horrors and bad memories. The townspeople are trying to get it torn down, but Tucker and I are petitioning historical status – it’s been here a long time.”

“When Elise told me about her childhood?” you ask.

Specs nods and places a hand on your shoulder as he confirms, “It happened here.”

You stiffen and swallow harshly, only relaxing when Dalton’s hand meets your lower back and rubs a comforting circle. “Well, let’s see what she found out.”

Specs leads you inside, through an unused living room, and down the stairs. When Specs turns on the lights, you see a wall of shelves covered in journals and videotapes. There’s a section larger than the others labeled with your name. You look at Specs, and he nods, moving to set up the tape player for you. You toss your bag outside the door, wait for Dalton to do the same, and return to your side before you walk to the section Elise dedicated to you.

“There’s so much,” you whisper. “Where do I start?”

“Mind some advice?” Specs asks.

“Welcome it,” you answer, turning to smile at him.

“Start at the top left, work right, then go down. She organized chronologically. The tapes are most likely your training, and depending on how much of that you remember, may not be as helpful as the journals.” He pauses to point to one tape labeled differently than the others. “You don’t remember this. Read the first journal, then watch this.”

“What is it?” you ask as you pull it from the shelf.

“Depends on your reaction. I’ll be upstairs if you need anything. I hope this helps.”

Specs leaves, and you stare at the tape until the letters on the label begin to blur together.

“Take your time,” Dalton says. “We don’t have to do anything before you’re ready. And if you want privacy, say the word.”

You grab his wrist and shake your head. “Please don’t leave me.”

Dalton smiles and kisses your forehead before promising, “Never.”

Taking a deep breath, you grab the first journal and sit on the small loveseat in front of the TV set. Dalton sits beside you, leaning back to give you room without feeling alone. Cracking open the journal, you read notes about your first time meeting Elise. You remember answering most of these questions but are surprised by the detailed recollection of your words. The reading is quick, and most of the pages are filled with paraphrasing of your explanations and answers and scribbled theories beside them. You turn to the last page, and there’s a number taking up the whole page, the only other marking a small printing of the word ‘Answers.’

“What’s the number?” Dalton asks quietly.

“The tape,” you answer as you stand and put it in the machine. “Apparently it has answers.”

When you sit back down, you sit closer to Dalton and don’t hit play until his arm wraps around you.

“You’ll drift to sleep and then hopefully I can reach your innermost thoughts and maybe even your ancestors to learn the source of your powers,” Elise says.

You nod and watch her as she begins the hypnotization process. Less than a minute later, your eyes are closed, and your breathing is eerily even.

“Hello?” Elise asks. “Is anyone there?”

“Yes,” you say, but it doesn’t sound like you.

“Who am I talking to?”

The voice says your last name then, “Of old.”

“Can you tell me about the girl’s abilities? Is witchcraft hereditary or something she happened to pick up?”

The voice laughs before answering, “Not only is this hereditary, but she is the last of a dying kind. We are spell walkers and witches of the purest blood.”

“Meaning?” Elise presses.

“She can walk spells, determine their origins and purposes, and being of pure witch blood, is able to do, as you humans call it, ‘magic’ without material or spells. She is pure. Powerful.”

You pause the video and look at Dalton, whose eyes widen as he turns to you.

“How’s it going?” Specs asks from the doorway.

“I need a second,” you mumble, brushing past him and up the stairs.

“Sorry,” Dalton tells him, standing to follow you.

“Dalton,” Specs calls, “let her know she’s not alone.”

Dalton nods and rushes up the stairs, finding you standing in a dark room with your arms wrapped around your waist.

“How did I not know?” you ask, glancing up at him. “I have that much power and didn’t know. What am I supposed to do with it, Dalton?”

Dalton wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest. “Hey, we’re going to figure all of this out. Together, okay?” he says.

Specs knocks and hands something to Dalton as he quietly explains, “I found this one yesterday. Elise left it for her.”

Dalton thanks him and holds it out as you step back. When you open it, an amulet falls out, but you catch it and hold it up. It’s very similar to the one around Dalton’s neck; the colors are familiar: almost an identical blend to the colors Dalton said your aura was made of. The first page of the journal is a note addressed to you.

“I’m going to let you read this one alone,” Dalton whispers. “I’ll be right outside with Specs, okay?”

You nod and thank him quietly, watching him leave before you start reading.

This journal documents your progress during your short time with me. I’ve also created a short list of tips for any future progression if that is something you desire. You are powerful and have unbelievable gifts, but they’re yours to use how you want to or need to. If you’re reading this, I’m gone, but find the people who will help you learn and encourage you daily. You can do anything you put your mind (and power) to. -Elise

While you’re reading and reminiscing on your short time with Elise, Dalton is getting answers to his own questions.

“This is yours,” Specs says, pushing a box across the table.

The box is filled with tapes and journals, not as many as you had, all labeled with ‘Lambert.’

“The Further is dangerous, Dalton,” Specs adds, “even for Elise. So even if you think you closed the door permanently, don’t ever let your guard down. You need to protect the people you love.”

“And if the people I love can help?” Dalton asks, looking over his shoulder to the room you’re in.

“Then let them.”

You exit the room a few minutes later, smiling as you hug Dalton. He tells you that Specs gave him Elise’s notes on him and his dad, and you glance into the box.

“The Further?” you ask.

Dalton nods and hugs you before Specs returns.

“You two can take the stuff, but you’re also welcome here anytime.” He hands each of you a key and repeats, “Anytime at all.”

“Thank you for everything, Specs,” you say, shaking his hand and hugging him quickly. “You’ve been more help than you know.”

Dalton thanks him, too, and smiles when Specs says, “Don’t be a stranger.”

As you walk toward the door, Specs tells you to wait and asks, “Have you tried teleporting yet? You did it no problem the last time I saw you.”

“You were there?”

Specs smiles and hands you a paper with a teleportation spell. Dalton reads it over your shoulder as Specs goes back inside.

“We should try,” Dalton says.

“What if it kills us?” you argue.

“Teleporting with a beautiful witch,” Dalton says dreamily, “what a way to go.”

You move to stand in front of a window where you can see yourself and Dalton in the reflection. His arm wraps around you just before you say, “Discede!”

Your eyes are shut tight when you feel solid ground under your feet again. Blinking slowly to open your eyes, you turn quickly to see Dalton smiling widely.

“It worked,” you say as you look around your apartment.

“Of course, it did, you’re a witch, babe. A good one.”

“We’re not watching The Wizard of Oz,” you say as you walk away from him and to the couch.

“But there’s no place like home!” Dalton singsongs as he follows you, collapsing onto the couch beside you. “Or you could just talk to me in Latin until I fall asleep, or kiss you, could go either way.”

#fluentmoviequoterfictober23 #heart set on amulets #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #fem!reader

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nagirambles · 7 months

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Hi welcome back ! Hope your doing ok 🥰 would it be alright if I request what if hcs for healer Happy please 🙏 ( he has so much potential and I wish we saw him do more things , maybe him even getting his own arc where he’s a healer and how he feels that Wendy is also a healer to , could be happy to have another pair of hands to help heal the team or angst that the team might not need him anymore👀)

Ohhhh healer happy. I remember mentioning it all the way in Phantom or TOH on this blog, okay, here I go,

Healer Happy would, to preface, separate himself from Wendy in the sense that he's a resourceful healer, while Wendy is a magic healer. This means he's the one to run to when you need bandages, medicine, herbs, heat packs, needles, etc. Wendy doesn't need those items because she can heal any of those (including sores, motion sickness, so she doesn't need any tools or home remedies) but since troia works less the more you stack, Happy continues to come through with warm ginger teas and massages. Or a wrench, or a hammer, or a fish! Or frozen peas. He also has scissors and hair clips and staples and anything you can think of that fits inside a very well-furnished first aid kit. He throws them at enemies when he's fighting, they all come out of his bag.

Whether his bag is an endless doraemon sack, or if he uses requip to seem like he's pulling ridiculous things out of his bag-- up to you. I think it's funny to see him pull a huge bag of ice out of his tiny bag and flip them over someone's head, goodbye

This gives me a fun idea, honestly-- he'd definitely hang around Porlyusica's place a lot. She hates humans, and I think that canonically extends to cats as well, but let's say it doesn't. (thinking about the jade dragon from GMG graveyard and maybe all dragons are silly tolerant with cats. Maybe that can be a trend. She is an Edo version of a dragon after all--) but anyways! Maybe he's her pseudo-apprentice of sorts, since she does the classic witchy potionmaking. ('Apprentice' as in he stares at her while she works, from some corner of the building or thorugh the window. And she gave up trying to chase him out.)

I'd imagine a sort of Dr Kureha and Chopper type dynamic. Maybe she's where Happy gets the knowledge from (Happy-sensei exposition duty,) she doesn't directly teach him anything, but he does learn a lot just from hanging around her house.

Which would mean the two people Happy are closest with both have pink hair hahaaa I kinda wanna see Meredy and Sherry learning this, thinking it's adorable, and trying to get into the club. I would think he loves sakura season because of the pink. There is... so much chopper similarity what the hell. Even Dr Kureha's catchphrase is 'ya happy?' and I'm obsessed with that actually. Reincarnation fic I need

I would imagine just like in battle, Wendy has less actual field knowledge. Which means we could have situations like setting bones properly before healing them (because healing them right away would fuse wrong and cause permanent damage). Or situations where Wendy can heal a contagious epidemic, but they have no idea where it comes from-- Happy would be able to realize it's a magic problem, or a virus, or a curse, and where it'd come from (animals, trees, sewage, etc.) We could also have Happy the therapy cat, where people go to him to talk feelings. We could address the PTSD or depression that's displayed in some characters. Maybe he's already helping them through some of it! Maybe he displays some of this when Edolas happens and it's the breakthrough that pulls Carla out of her darkness? And so on, and so forth.

I can imagine FT would take a more genuine direction with their injuries if there was a healer happy. The anime erases most of them, but I'd like to see Happy actually scolding people who are too reckless when injured (most of our boys,) needlessly causing injuries around in barfights (splinters are hard to get out! Hey!) or even refusing medical advice to go be stupid. (I'd like to see a situation where someone's stubborn for a mild injury, it gets worse, and becomes permanent damage. Eg Thunder Legion not bothering with persistent eye discomfort, only to figure out too late there's an infection and end up with blind/astig/photokeratitis/migraines. It could serve as a lesson for the rest and a character building moment for happy. Maybe something like that could even be in the BoFT, where Happy points this out to Lucy and that helps them win the fight.) I'd like to think we could include Loke in this group of people that Happy mother-hens the hell out of, because something's always been weird about him, Happy just doesn't know what.

All that doesn't stop him from maybe feeling a little obsolete or distressed about his role in the team once Wendy arrives, though. I feel he'll overlap with Wendy a lot, and if there was an arc about him, I'd expand on this. How-- well, by having Wendy and Natsu switch cats for a mission! (It'd be set right after Wendy joins.) It seems like Carla and Natsu are both headstrong, straightforward types, while in this AU Wendy and Happy are a little more humble, behind-the-scenes, and resourceful healers. This duality will make a fun shenanigans arc where they work together to find their flaws and differences and learn to appreciate both their original partners and their new addition to the guild. Wendy is still learning the ropes, so Happy gets to be 1. a big brother for once (he's usually baby of the family always) and 2. learn about finding individuality, confidence, and strength at your own pace. (Something Wendy is also working her way through, but from a different perspective from Happy.)

That's all for now. Thanks for the ask! <3

#it's an ask #fairy tail #i'm reaching #fic related rambles #just a ramble #it's a headcanon #fairy tail happy #healer happy rambles

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heretohelpsstuff · 5 months

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How to put your house to bed.

This is something my witchy mother always told me to do as a way of saying goodnight and setting up for tomorrow. I’ve also seen this referred to as a “closing shift” on TikTok but I would rather feel like a witch in her cottage than a teenager working in the service industry before I go to bed.

Daily ways to put your house to bed

Lock doors, windows and double check that your car is locked. Close blinds and curtains. Dim lights and put on soft music or ambient sounds.

Do the dishes

Throwing away trash (you can also take the garbages out if you feel safe going out at night I personally dont)

Wipe down tables and countertops

Put things where they belong. Dirty clothes in hamper clean clothes hung up.

Double check if there is anything you need done by tomorrow (assignments for those in school)

Pack bags for the morning and set out outfit for tomorrow.

Check that to see if your pets need anything (water bowls cleaned, litter scooped )

Plug in electronics

Turn down thermostat (it’s better to sleep in a colder environment)

While this seems like a lot it should only take 15-30 minutes and it’s very therapeutic. I like to think about how morning me will appreciate night me so much more. It becomes a self love action.

Here’s some more ambitious tasks I like to do about once a week during this time.

Mop floors (I typically do this last then go to bed so there’s no trying to walk around wet floors and it’ll be dry by morning)

Pre make breakfast for yourself. Overnight oats or smoothies are very simple (I do this when I know I’m gonna have to rush in the morning)

Make a to do list for tomorrow

Wiping down fabric furniture (water and fabric softener does wonders)

I have found this type of routine is great for the nights before big events. I’ve also done it when I had to watch my two little nieces and it was a lot easier to deal with kids when I did this at night. You don’t have to do all these things every night but doing a few every night makes a big difference.

#self care #self care tips #mental health matters #here to help #deppresion #cleaning #cleaning hacks #productivity challenge #putting your house to bed #closing shift

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onlyonefork · 2 years

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Frankenstein

Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanoff

Words: 1k

Genre: Fluff for the most of it

Warnings: Vision

Summary: Wanda needs training and a book.

“Keep your eyes up, kid. Whether it’s magic, weapons, sparring whatever,” Natasha threw two punches close to Wanda’s face before swiping her legs to the ground. “It’ll get you killed to keep them down.”

It had been three months since the events of Ultron. Things for the most part had been back to normal. Everyone had mostly recovered and was returning to training and going about mundane missions. Everyone except Wanda.

Wanda let out an exasperated sigh, letting her body give up and sink into the training rink floor. “I give up. Just leave me here to rot.”

“Uh-huh. And then how could we watch your beloved sitcoms about the house that’s full?” The redhead stuck her hand out to the body on the mat. The brunette groaned and grabbed it with her own, taken off-guard by the one armed force lifting her up completely. “By the way,” she could almost taste Natasha’s watermelon breath spray with how close they were. “You’re still rolling your R’s.”

“I am not.” Wanda gasped. “I’m getting better.” She noticed Natasha’s quirked brow at the R slip up. “Better. Be- Bett-ur.” And then she smiled at her progress.

“Better.” And she smiled back. “You can be done for the day, go ahead and get washed up.”

Wanda adjusted her outfit before ducking under the ropes and strutting past the door, grabbing her bag on her way out. Natasha turned the other way to grab her towel and water off a chair. She opened the lid and crushed the plastic bottle, downing it in seconds.

“Bad for the environment, Romanoff.”

“Want me to dehydrate, Rogers?”

Steve had just walked in, almost matching Natasha with the off white tank top, yet him in shorts. “No, but you know we have clean running water.”

“And you know this is New York, where there is no such thing as ‘clean running water’.”

He scoffed, raising his hands as if defeated. “How’s training going with her?”

“It’d be going better if she trusted herself.” The sound of the sticky tape peeling off her hands echoed in the large compound in contrast to how quiet they were talking. “She knows what she’s capable of, but she’s scared. So we started on hand-to-hand combat.”

“Ooh…” Steve winced.

“I know.” She chuckled, looking back at the last week. “She’s not terrible, surprisingly.”

“At least you guys are bonding.” He held his hand out. “And her accent seems to be getting better.”

“Yeah, I guess.” She tossed the roll of tape to him, catching it with nothing but his peripheral. “She been bonding with you at all?”

“Not really, but I’ve seen her and Vision getting pretty friendly.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Caught them talking about Pietro and watching sitcoms the other day.” Natasha stopped her packing to stare at her gym bag for a moment. She said talking about Pietro was off limits, Natasha thought.

But ‘huh’ is all that came out. “Think witchy’s falling in love?” She remarked.

“With Vision? This soon? I hope not.” Steve got an eye from her. “I just want her to focus, be ready for the first thing that comes her way, y’know? Don’t want her falling in love with a magic, flying robot we all just met.”

At this point, Natasha was done with the conversation. The sweaty film on her skin caught up to her, making her more uncomfortable. “I say let her do what she wants. Maybe she’ll get some intel on it.” And out the door she went with her bag. She wasn’t angry, she had no reason to be. Was she jealous? From the start, she just wanted Wanda to be comfortable with the team. So what was she feeling? Maybe she was just scared she would get too attached to the robot too soon. Yeah that was it, she really didn’t want Wanda to get hu-

“Pardon me, Agent Romanoff.” Vision had just shoulder checked her. “Are you alright? You seem to be walking with what some people say ‘a purpose’.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She readjusted her bag. “Just…training adrenaline. Still fired up, I guess.”

“I see.” Natasha rarely got uncomfortable, but yet, something about the synthezoid trying to get a read on her made her skin crawl. “I certainly hope there is no resentment towards me joining the Avengers team. I know that you have taken a liking to Miss Maximoff and I do hope that we can-“

“My relationships are none of your business. As far as I can tell, your status here is up in the air, alright?”

“Yes, of course. My apologies. If you require anything-“

“I know where to go. Thanks.” She deadpanned and back down the hallway she went, leaving a confused Vision in her past.

She entered her room and flopped face down onto her mattress with a huff. Why did that giant toaster get on her nerves so much?

“Excuse me, Natasha.” She heard from her doorway. Recognizing the voice, she got up almost immediately to look. “May I come in?”

“Yeah, of course, Wanda.” The brunette stepped closer, made a slight gesture to the bed, and sat when Natasha nodded. “What’s up?”

“Do you read?” She asked quietly. “I want to start reading English literature to help with my accent.” She appeared to be blushing.

“Don’t the sitcoms help with that? Or just, I don’t know, being around us helps at all?” She smiled at the younger girl's attempt to gain confidence back.

“Well, I can learn new words to expand my, uh, voca- vocabu- vo-“

“Vocabulary?”

“Yeah,” Wanda giggled. “That’s it.”

Natasha licked her lips and put her head down, a blush flowering on her own face. When she saw Wanda beaming in her peripheral, she had to choose a book before she forgot. She got up to her small personal bookshelf and quickly picked the first one she could.

“Here. Frankenstein.” She handed the paperback to Wanda who looked at the monster on the cover with trepidation. “He’s not scary, I promise. Beneath all the scars and stuff, he’s a big softie on the inside.”

“Like you?”

The question took Natasha completely off guard, and it seemed for Wanda too. She was shocked, but it quickly turned to smiling from ear to ear and blushing like a harsh sunburn, all looking down.

“Well, thank you, Natasha.” She stood up and placed her hands on Natasha’s shoulders, placing a kiss on one of her cheeks. “I owe you.” She went off her tiptoes and walked right out the door.

#mcu #marvel #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat #wanda x natasha

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Amy Rose headcanons

If you have any headcanons put them in the tags, reply, or my ask box ! Any character you want me to focus on ? Message me, or hit my ask box ! Suggestions are always welcome .

Okay I don't care what canon says, Sonic's eyes are a dark emerald green and Amy's are a bright seafoam green.

You remember Amy's tarot cards? I think she has some minor abilities that have to do with witchy things like tarot cards, future telling, predictions, etc. That's why she tends to just KNOW where people are

But according to her it's "just a hunch"

Amy is very very strong, she can absolutely go toe to toe with Knuckles in hand to hand combat. I think they enjoy arm wrestling with each other, but their scores are normally tied

I also think she's the type to cheat during board games and not get caught, but also call out other people for cheating during board games since she just seems to always know ;)

Amy likes to carry Sonic to embarrass him, it's all in good fun... It's mostly fun for her.... But she would put him down if it bothered him that much

Amy can take up a whole room just by standing in it. She has a HUGE aura that everyone can feel. She's just so head strong and passionate, she's loud too, and confident. Plus her whole witch thing definitely gives her a strong aura

Amy is really in tune with people's emotions. She can feel the slightest change in people's moods which makes her really sociable and easy to be around

I think Amy dresses like,,, fairy grunge,,, if you know what that specific alternative category looks like. It has lots of long skirts paired with short crop tops, large bags, shawls or sweaters, with just a ✨dash✨ of glitter, usually earthy tones but I see her wearing a lot of white/red/green/pink (so her usual color palette)

Honestly just fairy-core in general for the most part

Amy can be naggy and a bit stand offish at times but it's just because she wants what's best for you, even if it feels like you're being treated like a kid sometimes

I also see her as the type to pack her friends lunches with cute little notes in them

Amy can't hide her emotions for shit, which is great for her friends so they all know when something is wrong.

She enjoys venting to Tails the most because she normally talks to him while he works, so all their conversations go like:

"And then he told me to GO AWAY, LIKE I DIDNT JUST SAVE HIS LIFE ! Can you believe him, Tails !?! Uhg ! He's just SO RUDE" .... "Uh huh... You're so right." .. "He should appreciate me more ! I do so much for him and what do I get back ?! NOTHING !!" .... "Uh huh... You're so right."

What can she say, she likes being told she's right.

Amy is ladylike with her mannerisms, like she sits with her legs crossed, makes eye contact when she speaks, holds her pinky out when she drinks tea, but she's not ladylike in the way she speaks. I don't think she has a big potty mouth or anything, but she can come off as rude at times. She speaks bluntly and tells you exactly how she feels, which can oftentimes lead to misunderstandings

I think Amy makes insecure men nervous, ya know like the ones who call women whores and stuff because they'll never be able to land a woman like her? Yeah, she makes those guys incredibly nervous.

I want to be her ❤️

Her quills are short, but if there's a will there's a way. Most of the time her quills (hair ig lol) are messy, you can normally tell when she's been busy just by the state her quills are in, but when she puts effort into her appearance?? Zoo wee mama them quills are gorgeous. Them bitches sleek, shiny, radiant

Amy in general tends to be radiant, mostly because of that mostly untapped magic she uses. I think she feels mythical when you're next to her, she feels powerful, and I love that for her

Alright that's all the headcanons I can think of right now, but I'll reblog with more if I think of some. If it becomes too many I'll just make post #2 electric boogaloo. Feel free to reblog with your own headcanons for her. I'll probably also do a post for how I think all the characters would dress, not just her lol

If you have any headcanons put them in the tags, reply, or my ask box ! Any character you want me to focus on ? Message me, or hit my ask box ! Suggestions are always welcome .

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose the hedgehog #amy rose #amy rose headcanons #sonic headcanons #headcanons #sth headcanons #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #i have the mic #amy the hedgehog #tw cursing

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Hi! Ok so my witchy question for you is your opinion on cleanliness/lack of clutter = more positive energy in a room? Im disabled so my room is very hard to keep clean as I don’t have the ability to clean it. As a result, I feel bad cause I see a lot of posts saying you’re inviting or collecting negative energies and entities if you don’t keep your space clean. This seems a tad ableist to me, so I was wondering if there’s a different school of thought on this subject!

I think that it depends on the person. if slight clutter doesn't bother you and if you find comfort in the room that you have then its a positive space for you! I have a lot of stuff in a small space so all of my shelves, dressers and even my closet is packed full - some may consider that chaotic but I just feel it is my room. Its all of my books, my art supplies, my statues, plushies, dvds, games and DND supplies that is all important to me. I have bags of crystals all over one of my dressers and that makes me happy.

If your room makes you feel happy, if it makes you feel safe, if it is what is 'home' for you then you are doing it right. I believe the only time that a messy environment brings in negativity is if it is a safety hazard - blocking exits, no safe space to walk, mold or garbage, rotting items etc. Then I would say it is inviting negativities and even then that can happen from mental or physical health issues and shouldn't be shamed. Just a helping hand offered.

I went on a bit of a tangent on that but that is my personal opinion. I don't think we should judge people immediately solely based on their space. However - if they openly live in a dangerous environment out of choice unrelated to illness, disability, struggles etc then it should be taken more negatively if that makes sense. I don't wish to do too much of an anecdote but I knew someone who let food rot in his house, in his kitchen, left garbage everywhere simply because it was a 'woman's job' to clean and he lived alone so there for never cleaned - that is a whole other thing in my opinion and that is when I feel like a serious talk is needed and that the person is at fault. But if it is clutter due to disability, illness or even just hardship I feel it should be met with empathy and sympathy.

#no idea if this was a “hot take” or controversial #but I feel we shouldn't shame people for struggles #but clutter is part of life #just be safe #be happy #and as long as its not causing you health concerns then you are allowed to embrace your slight chaos #some of us are of order #some of us are of chaos #and some of us are a fun mix

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Witchy Stuff: Wheel of the Year Tarot Spread for My Birthday (originally published 10-31-23)

It's been awhile since I made a post, so I decided to do a more witchy post in honor of my birthday on the 30th!! The post is a little late given that it's now Halloween, but that's okay. Every year for my birthday I do a Wheel of the Year tarot spread to see what my next year of life has in store for me. So here's to year 26!!

NOTE:I do not own any of the rights to the deck or guidebook. Each description of each card is taken directly from the guidebook for my tarot deck, which is The Wild Unknown Tarot Deck and Guidebook on Amazon written by Kim Krans.

Looking at the spread as a whole, it seems that the end of 2023 and the beginning of 2024 will be rough, but I'll be able to get through it because better things come in February through October 2024. Overall, it will be a year of strengthening my mental power and eventual peace.

November 2023: Five of Cups

Grief, Disappointment

The Five of Cups indicates a time of sorrow. A relationship may fall apart or an old friend could slip away. There will be disappointment and even regret. When this card appears, it's important to not make any hasty decisions. It may also be helpful to look at the type of expectations you place on others. Perhaps they can never do enough to please you.

December 2023: Seven of Cups

Illusion, Deceit

The Seven of Cups is not the most welcome card. It indicates you'll face temptation in many aspects of your life. Whether it's cheating for pleasure or for money, you'll soon realize you've been building a house of cards. You may feel as though you can't see clearly, can't judge right from wrong or up from down. This is the spell of the Seven of Cups. It's best to remove yourself for a while, step back until you can see straight again.

January 2024: Eight of Cups

Stagnation, Ill Health

The Eight of Cups sends an urgent message to pack your bags and move on. There is no hope of rekindling what's been lost. You must start anew. This card also points to phases of illness and physical stagnation. The message could not be more clear: nothing good remains for you here. Life your eyes to the horizon, and let your feet lead you forward.

February 2024: Two of Cups

Connection, Love, Romance

Say hello to the much adored Two of Cups. When this card appears, you can anticipate new love to be heading your way. And yes, this usually means romance...but sometimes it points to the birth of a dear and lasting friendship. Either way, the connection between you will be pure, honest, and solid. Open your heart and get ready.

March 2024: Justice

Decisions, Karma

With tails entwined, two cats look directly at you...waiting for you to choose between them. Which is right and which is wrong? The Justice card implies a weight or heaviness surrounding a choice you have to make. Now is not the time to shun the concept of divine balance, or karma. All of your choices affect your life, and sometimes the lives of those around you, both now and in the future.

April 2024: Son of Swords

Forceful, Determined

A dynamic creature, the Son of Swords is a man of action, not of grace. He pushes forward toward his goal with urgency and determination. To top it off, he's very well educated, making him a force to be reckoned with. Usually he's seeking approval from the patient and just Father of Swords, who cast quite a shadow onto his son. Working with this stimulating and exhausting young man can prove to be a challenge.

May 2024: The Sun

Vitality, Enlightenment

Imagine for a moment that you're soaking in the warm rays of the sun. It feels nourishing and healing; all your aches and pains just fade away. The Sun card brings this amazing energy into your life. Vitality and health abound, while you feel assurance and clarity in all you do. Spend some extra time outside today, be grateful for the radiance of the sun and the life force it gives all creatures.

June 2024: Eight of Wands

Sudden Movement or Change

The Eight of Wands strikes like lightning. It's a card of news, change, or clarity in an unresolved situation. You might hear from an old friend out of the blue or receive some surprising news that shifts the direction of your course. This card sometimes means literal movement is on the horizon, so be ready to travel if the opportunity arises.

July 2024: Mother of Swords

Sharp, Perceptive

You'll often find the Mother of Swords putting her sharp perceptions to use as a therapist, doctor, or teacher. She's extremely experienced and knowledgeable in her field. Some think of her as all-seeing. This card can sometimes represent a woman going through a difficult time. She may be recently widowed or divorced, and usually without children. During this time, there's potential for her criticism to soar.

August 2024: The Moon

Vivid Dreams and Fears

In many ways the Moon card encompasses the idea of The Wild Unknown. It is the shadow realm, the place where dreams, fears, and mysteries are born. Much darkness can linger here, and if you aren't careful, this can lead to periods of anxiety and self-doubt...almost as though you've lost your way in a house of mirrors. Many great artists have roamed this inner landscape. It's where imagination and creativity drift freely upon the midnight air.

September 2024: Son of Pentacles

Loyal, Quiet, Dedicated

The good side of the Son of Pentacles is that he's loyal and determined. He's inventive and can be trusted wholeheartedly. But sometimes this figure becomes stubborn and persistent to a fault. This, combined with his quiet nature, result in his being hard to get to know and socially awkward at times. He commonly has only one or two close friends rather than many.

October 2024: Father of Cups

Diplomatic, Open-Minded

The Father of Cups has a truly unique and dynamic personality. He's the most feminine of all the fathers within the tarot and usually a patron of the arts. He's a dignified man who supports his family and community. The only thing holding this man back are his deeply rooted insecurities; they are vast and affect his personality in many unpredictable ways.

My 26th Year as a Whole

Stillness, Mental Power

Though threatening swords loom above, the lamb sits in stillness without fear. The Four of Swords says it's time to look inward and find the mental power to cope with the pressures. It's important to rest. Seek meditation or find literature that focuses on ways to quiet the mind. Take this time to recuperate and move inward before those swords strike.

#online journal #wheel of the year tarot spread #Christian witch #online diary #tarot #tarot spread #tarot deck #tarot reading

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The Ghosts of Windy Ridge

Turn #116, no dice-rolling here, just some wool-gathering and loose-end-tying.

29 April 2022, Friday Night

I'm not sure I really wanted to know whatever it was that was up with Andy, but I was just as happy to go back to my car by myself and drive back to the cabin. This was my absolute last chance to soak in that fantastic bathtub. I made sure to gather up my things and have them ready to go in the morning.

I'll want to make coffee first thing and will scrape the grounds out as soon as possible to have it cool down for packing, perhaps after a short morning walk. But before I go on whatever walk that ends up being, I ought to sort out what to do about Dani's cross. The most sensible thing was to send them a text. While it seems "late on a Friday night" to me, they're probably out with friends and just getting started on the evening. I composed a text and fired it off anyway.

"Hey, I am leaving WR tomorrow and I have your cross. We could meet up or I could leave it with someone else you trust if you don't want to deal with me. Or send me your address and I'll drop it in the mail. Let me know!"

I didn't expect an answer any time soon, so I set my phone aside and drew a bath and ate the last gummy. While I soaked, I thought about the various items I'd be taking with me when I leave. The unexpected need for a coffee grinder and having this one pointed out to me by a local spirit meant there was no way I'd just leave it here.

The small collection of Alchemy playing cards that both Andy and I had found on the Cloudbreak Mound as well as the stash of them that Black Shuck had pointed me to in that hollow tree stump late one night out at the Windy Ridge State Park were already tucked into my witchy bag. I'm sure I can find some use for them back home.

I had to chuckle a bit when I thought about how I'm only bringing two books home from my trip. Usually when I travel I'll visit the local bookshops and pick up at least a few things to read and take home. And I've already got a copy of Mo's textbook, so the copy I pilfered from Foras' lair is somewhat extraneous. I figured it could be a good link for contacting Mo's spirit in the future from a remote location. The QRS Knowledge Lectures book is quite a treat, however, and I look forward to picking through it in more detail when I've got access to my home library. It may yet give me insight to what happened here in Windy Ridge decades ago.

Other than the puzzle box, the remaining items I'll be taking home with me don't take up much room at all. There's the strange bent metal rod which Dani called their good luck charm and gave me after I read Tarot for them. Then there's Inge's champion coin, with the county seal on one side and Inge's name on the other. That's a special memento of this trip for sure.

I'd already packed the necklace I'd found in the mine into a tiny side pocket on my toiletries bag. When I get that home, I'l have someone else look at it, but I'm 90% certain it's just cut glass and chrome plating.

The pocketwatch I'd found at Tina's at the direction of Dave the Tree was likely worth much more than that necklace and I wasn't quite sure how I felt about taking it with me. My current plan for it involves sending it through the mail to Tina care of the Academy.

The weird green thingamabob that Andy gave me back at the Crossroads a short while ago was a mystery. I'd tucked it into my witchy bag, as its multiple arms along with the fact it was given to me in a crossroads had me thinking of various associations and ways it could be used symbolically in some spellwork or other. It's definitley a thing which will get shown to a few other people in hopes of figuring out what it actually is.

Well soaked and dried off, I debated throwing more things into my suitcase, but decided to just sleep instead. These things can wait until morning.

#the ghosts of windy ridge #writeblr #nanowrimo #over the mountain

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little-witchys-garden · 1 year

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Things to pack in your witchy bag:

I decided to make this a series as well.

This series is about superstitious things we were told to pack and things I’ve learned through my own witchy experience to pack.

Stay tuned.

#things to pack in your witchy bag #babacore #witchcraft #cottagecore #goblincore #pagan witch #witchy #witchy things #witchcore #witchythings #witch #witchery #superstitious post #superstitous #witch safety bag #in my witchy bag

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1horrormoviewhore1 · 2 years

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I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT YOUR STRANGER THINGS X LOST BOYS DR!!! PLEASE, TELL ME MORE, TELL ME MORE!!!!

(Sorry for being allcaps, I'm very excited, this is my new hyperfixation...)

OMG OMG OMG HI IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG SCHOOLS BEEN KICKING MY ASS BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME

Ok ok so in my Dr me and Steve are twins and we're complete opposites ok aesthetic wise like I'm a rockstar type dark hair runs amuck in the streets party animal type but I'm like a goth cheerleader (lmao I don't know why but I really liked it that way) and people are scared of me ok right so it's after star court happened but Billy still alive and well but but but he had his redemption arch cause he survived the mind flayer and he's apologized for all he's done and made up for it and is like the best big brother to max ever right right (Eddie's been around for every thing right I'm in hell fire yada yada we're friends but that changes soon enough I haven't thought that far yet) so me Billy Eddie Steve robin Nancy Crissy(we're friends and her and Billy are kinda a thing haven't really decided on that yet it was a though I still need opinions on that) Buffy Slayer (heh get it anyway she's like my bestie for the restie who is also on the cheer team whom is played by Eliza Dushku she played missy in the first bring it on movie) and then Sarah Fox (yes from my babysitters a vampire played by Vanessa Morgan) so me Buffy Chrissy and Sarah are all witches in a coven (cause why not ya know) all get bit and turned into vampires the last day of our trip before we have to go back to Hawkins this is important so after that we all freak and can you guess who turned us bum bum BUMMMMM the lost boys (k so I haven't figured out who turns who yet) but after we get back to Hawkins and we can't figure how to turn ourselves back with magic we all tell people were going to a party in the next town over and we all pack bags of our coven stuff,clothes , valuables, and essentials and we dip out in my bronco and make our way to California to try and get changed back but we obiv can't be changed back so we say fuck it and start a rock band and we use our magic to build a house in butt fuck no where in the middle of the woods so think like Adams family type mansion and make it really witchy and green witch vibes going on with a bunch of vines growing on the house and like magic flowers and animals all around I and like a pool and stuff but it's like a water fall and pond like a really big pond tho and so yeah that's all I really have so far but if you have any ideas for me give em here I'm open to anything but yeah I'll try to make a mood board for it soon and share more on it but yeah

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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The Witch

Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: being a witch in modern times is not easy, you regret a spell you casted but have to deal with the consequences.

Word count: 800

Warnings: fluff, Light witchcraft, cursing(the non-witchy type), surprise character appearance

A/N: this is the second out of three drabbles I am doing for @syntheticavenger 8k Spooky Challenge. The full 3/3 miniseries is called The Narnia Witch! I'll post the third and final part tomorrow on Halloween/Samhain! Lmk if you want to be tagged! the reader is a witch and she is also pagan.

A/N2: I did not expect the loving response to this fic bc honestly i felt like it was crap, and i am not fond on how this part turned out but here it is. there isn't a lot of bucky here but there will be in the next one.

No one is allowed to repost my writing, steal, copy or translate my work! The only place my writing can be in is on my own blog! Plagiarism is a crime.

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"It's your fault and you know that." You said quietly but you knew he could hear you, he always did- the bastard. You whirled your tea, sitting outside- you know they will come.

The moment you drank the potion you knew you couldn't go back- you just didn't expect to be so close to him, you didn't expect him to be an avenger. You whistled to yourself in thought, until the dark clouds faded away and you could see the sunlight, you figured you'd give them clear skies to fly through.

Soulmates are a tricky thing, as a witch you know more about them than normal humans- but the knowledge is what makes it worse. You had no idea if you'd make a mess out of a perfect plan, you'll only know it afterwards. Nothing is guaranteed, and love's a fragile little flame that could burn out. That was why you were against the knowing, the so easily finding out through your powers, you tried to push him out from your dreams when you knew he was trying to reach you- but you gave into temptation and you knew now he was coming for you.

With your bags already packed you waited until you heard the engines of their jet and a suit of armor landed on your lawn.

"Did I reach Sabrina the witch?" You smirked at him and shook your head.

"I'm not a teenager, so make your offer already." Tony was taken aback, you were too ready for him, too calm.

"So you can read minds?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I am just clever." You shrugged and looked upwards where you saw a redhead behind the reins, no doubt ready with a ballistic weapon, "Sit and talk, Stark."

You nodded and moved him at will to sit in the chair in front of you."

"Okay, fine." He tried to hide it but you could see his curiosity, "we think you could help us and we want you on our team, no field missions needed."

"Then what would I do for you?" you were curious now, surprised Bucky wasn't here instead.

"You're clearly some sort of a witch- I'm assuming you're a natural one- we have a little scarlet witch on our team and we think you could help her understand and advance her powers." You nodded along, your choice was made the moment you stepped foot in James' room and saw him.

"Fine." You got up and pushed him back to where he stood before, you fixed your hair and changed your outfit before smiling at him, "See you there."

Then you were gone.

You opened your eyes to blue ones staring back at you as you stood in Bucky's room again.

"I had a feeling you wouldn't come in the jet," he smiled and you had to hold back a mirroring smile of your own. "Stark owes me 10 bucks."

"You're quite clever." You noted.

"Thank you, doll, now what do you say we go to see the others."

"I guess I have to." You knew you'll hate yourself for this later, but you felt the urge to hold his hand. You grabbed his hand, and teleported yourselves to the living room. You'd never been there before, but he has. Looking over at him you knew he felt something, a golden string he didn't quite understand yet.

"What did you do?" he was coming back to himself and you retreated your hand, you knew it was tough for first timers.

"Sorry, it'll get easier with time."

"Are you the witch?" another redhead with an accent drew your attention, you smiled at her nodding.

"I'm assuming you're the baby witch?" she nodded.

"I'm Wanda, what's your name?" you gave her your name and you felt his stare on you.

"That's a pretty name, doll."

"Thank you, James." You felt your face heating up and you wished you had a spell to prevent it.

"Bucky," he corrected you and you smiled.

"Bucky." It felt right, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

•

Since then, you adjusted to the dynamic in the tower. You disappeared and reappeared as you pleased- but you were more willing to stay if it meant seeing Bucky more and Wanda was a delight. Bucky and you had been getting closer, sitting together at dinner and talking at night- nothing had happened yet, you wanted it to be slow and natural as hard as it was.

You were mixing things up in the kitchen, cabinets opening and herbs mixing together. You promised not to burn the kitchen again, you were making it up to Tony with a rosemary sleeping potion.

You felt movement behind you and groaned when you recognized who it is.

"Loki, you son of a bitch I'm going to kill you."

•

Taglist: : @callmeluna @sstanbarnes @buckys-other-punk @drabblewithfrannybarnes @easygoingtheatre @that-one-person @justab-eautifulmess @onceupona-happilyeverafter @wipplogg @supraveng @ayybtch @kitkatd7 @chrissquares @make-me-imagine @jessalyn-jpeg @learisa @fanfictiontrash9 @intothesoul

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WandaNat x Reader : Inhale pt. 2

Summary: She never ceases to surprise you.

Warning: Smoking, Cursing, One Suggestive Joke

Word Count: 1,998

Part 1

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The white paint stares back at you as you lay on your bed. Your view of the ceiling is obscured by the red ball you toss up into the air. It gets slightly smaller as it moves away from you, then larger as it falls back down.

Your hand catches it and throws it back up into the air, repeating the same process as the tv plays on monotonously from the corner of the room.

Boredom has been washed over you for the past few days. Your girlfriends went on a mission last week. You were able to pass the time during the first week, keeping yourself distracted by hanging around the team, training with Steve, going for a run every time your fingers twitched towards the cigarettes you had hidden in your closet. All of that was failing to work right now.

It seems, though, that you don’t have to suffer through it much longer. F.R.I.D.A.Y chimes up after hours of quiet with an alert that Natasha and Wanda were back and heading to the room.

You instantly perk up, pushing yourself to a sitting position on the bed and glancing at the door frequently, ready for your girls to walk in. Except they don’t.

The gleeful, happy to be home, response you were expecting is replaced by their clearly upset demeanors. A frown sits on Wanda’s face like you’ve never seen and Natasha’s expression remains neutral.

They don’t acknowledge you save for a glance in your direction. Both of them go into the closet and quickly change into more comfortable clothes. In an instant afterwards they’re leaving out. And you’re left beyond confused.

With the possible reasons for their behavior and clear attitudes in your head, you don’t take offense to it. You give them some time to cool off, going back to tossing your ball in the air and catching it as you watch tv.

Around an hour or two later you decide they’re fine now, or at least fine enough to talk to. So you get up, heading first to the kitchen to grab a bottle of cold water and then to the general training room.

The sound of familiar huffs and the pounding of fists against a leather bag let’s you know your assumption was right. Your redheaded love is off to the fair side of the gym, headphones in her ears as she beats on the punching bag.

You smirk at the sight of her. Not only do her yoga pants and sports bra look great on her, you always find her focused and slightly aggressive expression kind of hot. She glances at you as you approach and you know she can hear you despite her headphones.

Stopping behind the bag, you lean on it, showing off your smirk to the woman.“ If you really want to work off your frustrations I can think of a good way to do so.” Natasha grunts, rolling her eyes and focusing on punching the bag.

With a sigh, you move to her side, gently taking her taped up hands and moving in front of her. Forest green eyes look into yours and you give her your best encouraging smile. She knows what your silent question is and sighs.

“The mission went south. We suffered a civilian casualty and others got hurt.” Her expression and tone remain neutral but obviously she’s upset about this. It isn’t her first time dealing with this kind of thing from a mission but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t hate every bit of it.

“I’m sorry to hear that baby.” You raise your hands to her arms and gently rub them, squeezing a little in between.

Natasha’s heart warms at your soft comforts.“ I’ll be okay. Wan is more torn up than I am. She-” The woman shakes her head,“ she blames herself.”

You frown, prepared to ask for more details. Then you figure you can ask the girlfriend who’s more deeply affected by it.

“I’ll go talk to her.” Natasha nods at your words.“ You gonna be okay?” A teasing smile forms on your lips.“ I know you’re my super tough ex-assassin but I’m here if you want to talk.”

Her lips tug up in the corner at your teasing words, but it quickly becomes a sincere smile when you offer your ear. Slowly reaching up, she runs the pad of her thumb along the apple of your cheek.“ I’m okay detka. I’ll let you know if I need to talk. Or your other services.”

You chuckle softly and nod. Leaning forward, you press a soft, quick kiss to her lips and part, heading off to find your other girlfriend. The not so tough witchy one you love just as much.

Finding the woman proved to be a little harder than you thought it would be. She wasn’t in any of the places you thought she would be in: the library, the theater, the common room. You wrack your brain for ideas as to where she is and when the last place pops into mind, you can’t believe you hadn’t thought of it first.

It’s a quick jog to the elevator and an even shorter ride up to the top floor. From there you take the stairs up to the roof.

She’d stolen this spot from you a few months after you started dating. She and Natasha found you up there smoking once and through the year and a half she would find you up here, sometimes sneaking a smoke when you shouldn’t be.

Her long brown tresses fall down her back freely, the rest of her beauty hidden as she faces away from you. Though you still find her insanely cute that she’s in your hoodie and some stretch pants.

The long slow straightening of her form clues you in on her deep breath, her body relaxing as she lets it go. You only get a little confused when she pauses and does it again. A thought that you’re unsure of, but the physical cues make you curious. The familiar movement of her arm, the deep breath, the pause.

“Wan?” You call with an indescribable look on your face.

Your brunette girlfriend’s shoulders drop and she turns to you. Immediately your eyes focus on the small cylinder in between her fingers, watching as it rises and rests between her lips.

She takes a quick pull, pauses, let’s a little smoke go, then it all comes out in a straight shot that disperses in the air. It’s such a smooth combination of actions that leaves you wondering if she’d done this before.

Deciding to hold your comment on that until after she’s completely calm, you take a different route. Approaching her still pacing form, you cross your arms and ask,“ was it that bad?”

A snort leaves her lips and she takes another drag.“ Worse.”

“Tell me.” Your hand reaches for her free one and you pull her towards you as you sit on the ledge of the roof.

Her hand squeezes yours. Your eyes drop from her green ones to her lips as they wrap around the cylinder again, cheeks caving a little, then her lips puckering slightly as she pushes the smoke out.

“I heard Natasha get hurt,” she starts, fingers once again tightening around yours,“ I looked away for a split second and he got away. We caught him but not until after he shot the tires out on a car. It flipped and crashed into another one.” Her jaw clenches, eyes glossing with tears.“ He hurt a man and his son and- and killed a woman.”

A heavy sigh leaves your lips and you stand, pulling her a little closer to your form. You’d been down this road a number of times. Being on the Avengers team since the beginning almost, you know exactly what it’s like to make a mistake and have others pay for it. It was a deep hole that never ceased to make you hate yourself. But you didn’t want Wanda feeling that way.

“Hey,” you reach a hand up to cup her cheek, looking into her eyes,“ I know that it hurts. And it’s easy to blame yourself. But it’s not your fault. He made the choices that resulted in that woman losing her life, not you.”

“But I’m supposed to be the hero. I’m supposed to save people. And I didn’t.” Her accent thickens as she gets choked up, eyes glossing over.

You sigh, taking the cigarette from her hand and putting it out on the ledge, then pull her into your arms. Her head rests on your shoulder and her hands slip up to your shoulder blades.“ You are a hero. A great hero. However, you’re not a perfect one. None of us are. It sucks in situations like this but you can’t save everyone no matter how much we want to. It doesn’t make you a bad person or any less of a hero.”

From the flicker of emotions in her eyes, you can tell it’s still going to take some time for her to cope with this. Still though you see a glimpse of that soft look and you can also see that she believes you to a certain extent.

Raising your hand, you gently push the corner of her lips up. She whines and turns her head away, noncommittally pushing at your side. It makes you laugh and she presses her forehead against your chest.

“Wanna tell me where you got that cigarette from?” You ask.

She pulls away, producing a pack of cigarettes. Brows furrowing, you flip the top up and count the cigarettes inside. There were four missing.

“Did you smoke four whole cigarettes before I got up here?” An incredulous tone laces your words, disbelief flooding your system.

Has your habit rubbed off on her? You know she and Nat found it attractive but did that lead Wanda to try it? It’s a terribly unhealthy habit, which is why your girlfriends wanted you to stop, and you certainly didn’t want Wanda getting into it.

“No, I didn’t smoke four. I got these from your boot in the closet,” she tells you.“ Which means you smoked them.”

“I-” you try to think of what to say.“ That was over the course of a few weeks. I haven’t had one in months though.” You know you didn’t need to give her an explanation but you wanted her to know you were still doing well.

Wanda and Natasha were very well aware of your progression towards quitting. They could even tell the difference in your behavior. Both women were incredibly proud and admittedly you were proud of yourself as well. You had confidence you would be able to completely quit in the fairly near future.

The younger woman smiles softly at you,“ I know you haven’t. And you don’t have to worry about me starting. It’s actually very nasty and I didn’t feel it did anything for my stress.”

“Good. I don’t want you forming an addiction and I don’t want to die if Nat found out you’d started by smoking my cigarettes.”

“She knows now.”

Nearly jumping a foot in the air, you turn around to see your other girlfriend smirking a little at you. A nervous chuckle leaves your lips and you scratch the back of your neck.

Rolling her eyes, Natasha steps to the side to stand beside you and Wanda. Her hand slipping into yours, the other held up towards Wanda.

Wanda sighs and places the pack of cigarettes in Natasha’s hand. The redhead pockets them then takes the younger woman’s hand.“ Neither of you smoke again.” She states plainly.

Looking at Wanda, you both nod.“ Never again Miss Romanoff.” You and Wanda say simultaneously, bright smiles shown to Natasha.

It’d be harder than that for you but not impossible. Especially not with the support and encouragement of the two women you loved and needed the most.

* * * * * *

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Hi Lesya!! Do you have any tips on how to layer make-up and face details on a sim? Whatever i do i can never make the sim look any different from its no cc version :( Thanks!

Hi! Ok, I'll try :) Though the tips will be really off the top of my head.

TIP #1: Image

When I create sims in bodyshop, I always use a certain fictional/cartoon character as a reference. Or sometimes I can be inspired by other people's sims. I just try to copy features/general makeup style.

When it comes to born in game sims, I always make toddlers and kids as cute as possible. I usually use blushes for cheeks or ears (I use this ear blush by Voleste). Later, when they grow up into teens, I start paying attention to their personality. If a sim is kind and friendly, I'll probably stick with neutral tones in make-up, will add some cute freckles on the nose etc. If a sim is evil I'll add some eye bags, thick angry brows. If the sim is rebellious, I'll add piercing, dark lipsticks. for example. Just think what the final image of your sim as an adult you'd like to achieve.

TIP #2 Eyes

I always start makeovering a sim with the eyes. I always put Jesstheex's It Wouldn't Hurt white liner on all of my sims. They make water line smoother/rounder. For my male sims, I rarely use any lashes or just really subtle ones. As for my females, I'll use some cute lashes if it matches the personality (kind, friendly and etc), or I'll use the cat liner for some dramatic look. As for, eyeshadows I stick to the rule (bright eyes or bright lips but not both). I feel like it's a bit too much when you have both. I use this rule in my real life make-up, too :D As for shadows, the combinations for me are usually: nude eyeshadows + nude lips, nude shadows + bright lips, dark shadows + dark lips, bright shadows + nude lips. Or sometimes I match shadows with a T-shirt/dress colour.

TIP #3 Mouth corners

After working with eyes, I put a mouth corner. It just emphasizes the mouth a little bit. Or if you layer them, they can make a sim's smile a bit cheeky. You can download some mouth corners from my sims. (Just use Sims2pack Clean Installer. You don't even need to download a sim, just tick the certain make-up item). Mouth corners may help to make the mouth wider, if it's too small for your liking.

TIP #4 Lips

As I mentioned, I'll make bright lips only when the eyes are neutral. On my males sims I rarely use any lipsticks as I'm pleased with the ones that come with skintones. For my female sims sometimes I can use unnatural lips (like purple/pastel ones if they match their clothes). Or I like using red lips. Usually when I have white/black/red clothes. I feel like they match better with these colours.

TIP #5 Noses

I have various nosemasks in my game. This is the list of all of them:

Christmas in July 2012 Nosemssks by Lilith

Sironasims Nosemasks by Lilith

Nosemask 2 Advent 2013 by Lilith

Blueberry and Pancakes by Lilith

Cara Nosemask by Lilith

Delicate Nosemask by Lilith

Mayberries and Leh Nosemasks by Lilith

Effy Nosemask v2 by Lilith

2 Nosemasks 2020 by Lilith

Ecuador and Dusk Nosemasks by Lilith

Dusk 6 Nosemask by Lilith

Nosemasks Pack by Kahlena

Adelle Nosemask by Lilith

Secret Santa 2011 by Lilith

Mousey Nosemasks by Pyxis

Here i always try to choose rounder ones for cute sims and pointy ones for some sophisticated looking sims. Nosemasks can give you a lot of variety in sims' faces :)

Sometimes I'll add nose shine for more cuteness. You can download my favourite nose shine together with my sim Poppy.

TIP #6 Blush

Blush is the last thing that I usually put on my sim's faces. Sometimes I add heavy blush on purporse. Sometimes I can even add none. I always try several options. Nothing interesting to tell here :) Sometimes heavy red blush can look super cute and cartoony on sims.

TIP #7 Eyebags

I usually add them for my asian sims. I just find it super cute on them. Or also I add eyebags on cheeky/sly/witchy looking sims too, hehe.

TIP #8 Other face kits

If I still need some kind of correction/emphasis I'll use various face kits. Like this one, for example. It's the last and optional step for me.

I really hope that I was able to help you. These tips are completely random :D

#sims 2 tips

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anaiswriterr · 4 years

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Black Magic

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: T

Warning: This story teaches you never ever, ever, place a spell especially an attraction spell or love spell without consent! Please never do this, this shouldn’t be played with unless with full consent, and if you know what you’re doing: obsession, puppy love at first, grows into unwanted attention, possessiveness.

Authors Note: This is my least favorite fic to write, I’m so sorry to those that were looking forward to it.

Synopsis: “Are you sure this.. spell will make him like me? Find me attractive?” Y/N questioned her witchy friend. Eyeing the wax melted jar in her hand suspiciously, she just wanted his attention nothing too serious. “If you doubt it won’t work. I promise, this spell is going to make him want you forever.”

- black magic - screamtober part five -

•

Y/N rests her cheek in her palm, eyes wondering on the boy who sat in front of her in class. If only he’d pay attention to her; she sighs and sits back in her seat. Ignoring his closed dense mind - how could he not see it! Everyone knew! Hell, even Mr. Aizawa knew and she bet all the teachers knew too of her growing feelings towards the angry spiked explosive quirk user.

All except him.

“Idiot.” She mutters beneath her breath continuing on with her notes, why couldn’t he tell? Why couldn’t he just pay attention to her?

***

“Just tell him already!” Mina chimes in, taking her bag of chips out of her bag. “What’s the worst thing he’ll do? Say no? Fine, then you move on!“ Mina crunches on the handful of chips she unconsciously shoved into her mouth, moaning as the nacho cheese flavors erupted in her mouth. Leaving Y/N to roll her eyes in annoyance, “I’m not as close to Bakugou as you are, I just want him to notice me.” Y/N sighs, pulling her phone out from her back pocket in hopes to find a distraction from her over whelming feelings for the temperamental boy.

Mina chuckles, “Well if you really want his attention why don’t you come over tonight for a sleep over, my aunts in town and she studies witch craft. She could probably help you get his attention.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in response as she excitedly turned her attention towards her friend, watching Mina intently with a serious gaze. “Please tell me your being serious!” Y/N exclaims.

“Well yeah, tonight's Halloween so it’ll definitely set the mood.”

Y/N’s chest swells with hope, the fact that the attention of her crush could quickly be averted towards her. She didn’t need anything special, nothing to fancy, but instead a push towards the right direction. “I’ll see you tonight then!” Y/N exclaims rushing towards her home and unlocking the front gate, “Okay lovely!” Mina grins waving goodbye to her friend for the afternoon.

With the sun setting and children rushing home to put on their costumes, Y/N’s plan fell into full swing. Already packed her night bag with extra clothes, a brush, tooth brush, and other essentials she rushed to Mina’s house. Dodging the trick or treaters at her front door allowing her mother to pass out candy to the kids.

“Stay safe, honey!” Her mother called out.

But luckily for Y/N, Mina was only over three blocks down.

Clutching onto her backpack and speed walking her way through the side walk, Y/N eventually reaches her friends house and presses the doorbell.

The door swings open revealing the pink girl in her pajamas, a wicked grin tainted her lips. “Let get this party started!”

***

Y/N met Mina’s aunt plenty of times, but she never knew that her aunt practiced the craft - though her aunt was still young only in her early twenties and still in college. Menmora nevertheless practiced the craft with caution, reminding Y/N of the consequences that could come from this request.

“Please! Menmora, I just need something, anything that’ll get his attention!” Y/N begged, nearly on her knees in the living room as Mina ate a slice of pizza. Menmora flipped her pink hair over her shoulder and continued to file her nails. “Y/N I love you, but I don’t know if I should do this for you. It’s dangerous.. the consequences. Sometimes you can’t even break up with the guy. They get super obsessed in some cases. Why don’t you just talk to him, ooo how about buy some new perfume. It’s proven that the scent of vanilla can spike male pheromones into being more attracted-”

Menmora is interrupted by the puppy eyes Y/N makes, her lips quivering as she pleaded. “You really like this kid don’t you?” Menmora sighs.

“You have absolutely no idea.”

“Fine, Mina go get my jars, cinnamon and honey from the cabinet. The paper and pen are in the same one as well, make sure to get the blue, pink, and red ones.” Menmora orders throwing her nail file towards the coffee table, Y/N lets out a small giggle in excitement.

“It’s a full moon tonight, go get the candles.” She’s told, Y/N pushes herself up from the ground and rushes towards the dining room. Grabbing all the pink and white candles, any that were in her line of sight and rushes back to the living room where Mina had placed all the materials on the now cleaned space.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t know, about this anymore.. what if something goes wrong?”

Y/N whips her head around, “It might not even work, but it’s definitely worth a try.”

“Alright then, let light these candles.”

***

A pink candle slowly melts onto a small jar, the wax drips off the sides, Y/N has no idea what’s going but the flicker of the surrounding lit candles captures her gaze. Suddenly slammed with the feeling of guilt and doubt, who was she kidding. “Bakugou won’t ever see me as one of his equals.. just some dumb extra.”

She’s pulled back from her thoughts when the jar is thrusted into her face, “Are you sure this.. spell will make him like me? Find me attractive?” Y/N questioned, suddenly suspicious of the “magic jar”. Eyeing the wax melted jar in her hand hoping this would work, she just wanted his attention. “If you doubt in the craft then it won’t work. I promise, this spell is going to make him want you forever.”

Y/N didn’t need a forever, and perhaps those words manifested itself into existents. It was a silly idea, she thought. How desperate do you have to be, how stupid do you have to be. That weekend, after her sleepover with Mina she had forgotten all about the spell.

It didn’t matter to anymore, she was just an extra in his story. A background character to his epic hero story..

But nonetheless a hero never gives up!

So instead of sulking around all day like she initially planned the day prior, Y/N woke up early that Monday morning, did her hair, took a shower, and sprayed on her best smelling perfume, and packed her UA practice uniform and marched outside the house.

Meeting up with Mina.

“You look extra chirpy today.” Mina grins, fixing her left sock.

“I feel amazing today, I look good, I smell good. I’m absolutely great.” Y/N claims, straightening out her skirt. Mina arches a brow and giggles, “Alright missus feel good, how are you feeling about the spell stuff.”

Y/N shrugs, adjusting the straps of her backpack to loosen over her shoulders.

“Whatever happens, happens. And besides, is magic even real?”

“I don’t know, we live in a world where 80% of population has a quirk. Before then nobody ever even thought about having superpowers. I’ve heard witchcraft is real, though.”

“You’re right about that,” Y/N chuckles, “The world we live in is kinda weird.”

The two teens laugh, continuing their way down the sidewalk catching the first subway train to UA High hoping to arrive early.

And of course the two race to the first available seats there were - which weren’t many to begin with anyways. Y/N sat patiently awaiting their stop, rising up to exit when it was finally time to get off. Nearly forgetting to wake Mina’s sleeping form, she shuddered at the memory of Mina chasing her around the neighborhood when she first forgot about her friend.

She dragged the tired pinkette by the blouse and up the stairs, Y/N groans at the sudden change in lighting, covering her eyes with her right hand. Using her left hand to drag Mina. “Eager to see Bakugou, I see.” Mina teases causing Y/N to simply roll her eyes, “If he’d pay attention to me today.”

“Well you never know, today might be your lucky day.”

“I hope.”

***

“Okay class, today we’re going to be learning..”

Mr. Aizawa’s words drown out in Y/N’s mind as she continued to stare at the blonde in front of her, admiring his spiky locks and the way he tapped his pencil against his notebook.

“Y/N are you pay attention?” Mr. Aizawa asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Y-Yes, sorry.”

Aizawa nods and continues on with his lesson.

Y/N sighs, grabbing her pencil to take notes, jotting down the common hero do’s and don’t. Something Y/N assumed he put together the night before.

Her attention is suddenly caught by a small note thrown onto her desk from the boy in front of her, ‘That’s odd Bakugou never passes notes..’

The square note obviously ripped from the spare sheets of paper, she’s hesitant to open the note, terrified of the embarrassment that would come soaring over Y/N if it wasn’t meant for her. But the hard gaze Bakugou sent her way, mouthing out the words, “Open it, damn it.” She quickly fiddles her fingers over the note, scrambling to open it under her desk.

What’s your quirk?

Her heart is pounding as she quickly writes her quirk on the sheet of paper, passing it towards him. Ignoring the slight pain her heart felt knowing that he didn’t pay attention to her quirks power either. What kinda of question is that?

Weather, why?

He passes another back just as quick.

I don’t know, I saw you in the games the other month.

So he did notice her, Y/N shakes the thought focusing on the task at hand. He did pay attention to her.

It’s a meteorology quirk, I can manifest any season and forecast.

Y/N watches as Bakugou, stares at the square for a while. Nearly impressed with her quirk. He didn’t pass another note back until the end of class when he whipped his head around, and threw another square at her desk.

“That’s a nice quirk.”

They were simple words, four words to be exact. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary yet for Y/N. It was special, and that note sat in her book bag for the rest of week before finding itself a spot on her desk.

Slowly, gradually the two began to speak.

Then later she found herself sitting with his group and Mina during lunch, which later progressed with him tutoring Y/N after school.

Y/N sighed in relief when he began to finally pay attention, showing just slight caring from time to time. She smiled to herself in bed, maybe Mina’s aunt really did help. Nevertheless, she was happy with the attention of her crush.

Nothing came out of their friendship that year, instead Y/N focused on getting closer to the spiky explosive quirk user. She’d normally watch movies with the group in the afternoons when they all initially first moved into the dorms.

Sero would casually tease the two from time to time explaining how they looked so much like a couple beside one another. Earning a projectile pillow thrown towards his face from the blonde himself, muttering to himself in the process.

***

Bakugou asked Y/N out on an official date just before their second year, who she of course said yes too. Though Y/N quickly found out the.. problems dating Katsuki. He was possessive, irrational in some aspects, and over all over bearing.

But the problem wasn’t Bakugou himself during the relationship.. but as the two grew up Y/N soon realized her crush on Bakugou was just that.

A crush..

***

Years had passed..

And Y/N and Katsuki had moved in with each other in their early years of being pro heroes.

Y/N’s chest swells with guilt, and her voice is caught in a worried toned. She picks at her fingers, attempting to put the pieces together in her mind on the best way to break things off with Katsuki. She’s caught pacing her living room area, and his vermilion eyes squint at her shadowy frame.

“What are you doing up so early?”

His asks in confusion; looking out into the city through their window. Y/N didn’t even noticed she still hasn’t gone to bed, he arches a brow - stepping towards her with his hands deep in his pockets.

“Something wro-”

“I think we should break up.”

It’s quiet.

Almost to quiet.

And for a second Y/N feels like she can breathe, a word of apologizes filled her brain but she decides against it. She wasn’t sorry, they were both twenty four. The relationship had come to an end, there was no more time to think.

“Look, Katsuki, I’m so sorry but we can’t keep going. Thank you for being so amazing to me throughout the years, and being all my firsts-”

“We’re not breaking up.”

“W-What?”

“I said, we are not breaking up.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. His large strides make it towards her trembling frame. “Katsuki..”

He reaches out towards her, roughly grabbing her but the chin and pulling her in close. Causing Y/N to squeal as she’s tugged towards him.

“You’re not leaving me..” He clenches his teeth, “You’re not leaving this house, and if you do decide to leave..”

Y/N’s blood grows cold, somewhere in his eyes those red fiery orbs flare in anger, something Y/N doesn’t recognize but she suddenly remembers that night on Halloween when she was just sixteen.

“They become super obsessed..”

“Sometimes you can’t even break up with them..”

A mistake.. she made.. she realizes there is no turning back.. she’s stuck with him forever.

“I’ll go everywhere you go..”

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