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fountainpenguin · 10 months

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"You'll learn the definitions of nouns and prepositions; literacy's your mission, and that's why I think it's a GOOD TIME!! (To learn some grammar)"

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Sharing a crossover piece I've wanted to write for a million years and finally did because I am cringe and free <3

“Flypaper” - One-shot

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The panel they’re speaking on starts in two minutes. Super Why hasn’t shown up. If you've never tried looking for a 3-inch-tall, non-invincible superhero in a busy convention center, WordGirl highly discommends it. It's gonna be one of THOSE days...

Also, teen friends sharing a vacation rental get to have wholesome fun at the beach. Life has its bumps and jealousies, but it's beautiful and kind today :)

[Unless you're Roméo Mécano and Tobey almost flings you into the sun, but this ain't about him /jk]

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Flypaper

N. - Sticky, poison-treated strips of paper used to catch and kill unwanted pests

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Huh. So… Even at a superhero convention, she just can't catch a break?

Of course she can't. Two minutes before the "Learning Is Fun!" panel is supposed to start, Kid Math yanks WordGirl from the restroom doorway. He really jerks her too, almost throwing her spine against the water fountains with all the super strength in his 16-year-old body. Her elbow slams the fake white bricks. "Hey!" she yelps. Huggy squeaks from his position on the younger hero's arm and smacks the back of his head. Gently. Sort of.

Kid Math doesn't hesitate. He grabs her shoulders and shakes her back and forth hard enough to rattle her eyes around in her sockets. "Hey," he blurts, STILL shaking her. The word explodes in a bright yellow burst in her head (courtesy of eternal synesthesia). "Have you seen Super Why? He's been AWOL all day. Huggy and I even flew around to check all the flypaper strips, but there's no sign of him. He's going to be late!"

Late is one of Kid Math's favorite words. It's spiky and violet in her brain like a train caboose at the end of the rainbow. If WordGirl could play a reel of all the times her friend has called her phone, kicked in a door, interrupted date night, or slammed his hands down on a counter to ramble on about how if they don't leave in "exactly 4.218 minutes" then there will be heck to answer for, she'd love to. Well… "Love" is a strong word. And actually, watching a montage of his fretting sounds decidedly awful. That's not the point.

"What?"

"No one can find Super Why," Kid Math repeats, fussing with the collar of her cape. His gloved hands are rough, unintentionally aggressive. He's six inches taller than her these days (and his curls add another six inches on top of that). His icy breath smells like chalky candy necklace powder. WordGirl slaps his fingers away. Kid Math floats back, looking queasy. His brows form a carat on his forehead. "Do you think he's hurt?"

"I think I need a few seconds of personal space," she mutters. It's almost too bad that she put her gloves back on after washing her hands. She'd like to flick a bit of water at him. It might give him goosebumps. He deserves it.

Kid Math backs even farther away. Huggy tacks on another statement, gesturing across the convention center with a wave of his arm. Apparently, they've both been looking for Super Why for the last 15 minutes. In addition to the flypaper strips, they've also checked the bug zapper by the main entrance and did a search on ground level for mouse traps. No sign of the tiny superhero hanging out around those hot party spots either. Which is for the best, obviously, but… What's she going to do about this?

Focus. Super Why is missing…

WordGirl presses one hand to her temple, still centering herself after that dizzy shaking spell. It's a bad day for headaches. The lights and noises of the convention center have been pretty brutal on her super-hearing so far. Both she and Kid Math have been checking in with each other every hour, making sure they're drinking water and taking regular quiet breaks outside. She had lunch with TJ at a pizza place down the street. WordGirl tries to pull up the memory of the big glass windows, brick interior, and the scent of tomato sauce and garlic powder in the air. The alfredo pizza with the spinach mixed into the sauce? It's amazing.

Okay. So… No one's sure where Super Why went? Not that unusual; the convention center's pretty crowded and he's easy to overlook. There are a thousand reasons why he could be running behind, from waiting in line for somebody's autograph to struggling to push the button on a water fountain. Being his size can't be easy. He also doesn't have super speed. Maybe it takes him a while to get from one place to another.

"He's late," Kid Math says, drawing close again. Another violet blossom blooms in her mind's eye, back to back with the green circle that represents he in her brain. He's late, he's late, he's late…

Right. Also, Super Why could totally be at risk of getting crushed under someone's foot, but WordGirl doesn't point that out. She, um, doesn't really know Super Why that well and he'd probably get offended if either of them imply he can't take care of himself even at age 18, but… it is pretty weird that nobody's seen him. A flicker of anxiety shoots up her throat. How well has their non-invincible, 3-inch-tall (friend? associate?) been doing two days into the superhero convention without a proper bodyguard?

But she doesn't bring that up. "Calm down, calm down," she says instead. She pries Kid Math's gloved fingers from her arms, firmly pushing his shaking hands down by his sides. He's got hot sweat droplets dripping down his forehead. Kid Math always smells like mangoes and apricots now. Apparently, that scent's natural for Hexagonian sweat after puberty. She's more jealous than she'll ever let on. It's one of the most unfair aspects of his home planet over hers, second only to the fact that Rex grew up next door to a real, actual unicorn ranch. Garbage. Absolute atrocity.

WordGirl lets go of his wrists, drawing in a calming breath. "Hey. Super Why knows not to get too close to the floor. He's probably just in the bathroom, like I was. Let's take a loop around."

Huggy nods, situating himself a bit more comfortably on Kid Math's back. "Okay," says Kid Math, but his shaky answer doesn't peel the frown from his face. That tentative word is sparking and blue. He twists his hands, wrinkling his gloves as though making tiny snowballs. "But I can't find him, and everyone's waiting for us onstage. We're going to be late."

There are worse fates than being late. For example, despite Huggy's search check, Super Why could be inches from touching another bug zapper. He gets way too much enjoyment out of coasting along their edges, playing with cruel fate and bright blue sparks. No joke, but yesterday her heart dropped like a guillotine every time she heard him whoop and spiral. He'll definitely get his hair fried one day if he keeps that up, and he's cheeky enough that it probably won't stop him.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

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bookworm-center · 10 months

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Duo Of Chaos: Home Page

Senku Ishigami x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kurayami, School of the Arcana, is nowhere near prepared for its new students. Namely Senku Ishigami and Y/n Asagiri. Despite one of them disbelieving in magic and the other experiencing it since birth, the two are best friends: always have been, always will. Then comes news of a new prophecy, one that seems simple on the surface, but after digging through the layers of secrets that protect the prophecy, it's muddled with darkness.

...Maybe the whole world of magic isn't prepared for this duo of chaos.

This is the "home page" for this fanfiction, which will have links to all the chapters and what I call "Senku's Notes". Senku's Notes are little tidbits between different chapters that are notes on worldbuilding, the magic system or even the plot! They don't come around very often and they aren't necessary for the plot but they do sometimes have information that wasn't in the story so I would recommend reading them. Chapter and Senku's Notes links below!

Chapter I

Chapter II

#bookworm center #dr stone fanfiction #senku x reader #senku ishigami #duo of chaos

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lilyevansml · 1 year

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Lily Evans kept her books in pristine condition and her bookshelves were organised to perfection meanwhile remus cracked his spines to exhaustion, folded corners and ‘organised’ his in very unstable towers that James constantly accidentally knocked over

#Lily Potter #Lily Evans #lily and remus being an iconic duo #bookworm lily evans #moony #marauders hc #the marauders #James Potter #chaotic remus lupin

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strangersmunsons · 9 months

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read 'em and weep

you and Eddie meet at the library. he’s smitten.

Contains: Eddie x Reader, bookworm!reader, lovesick!Eddie, reader gives Eddie book recommendations. No mention of reader’s physical appearance, no use of y/n. Warnings: brief mention of loneliness & negligence in Eddie’s childhood. Word Count: ~2.2k it's my hope to make this a little series! i think eddie is def a bookish guy - no lord of the rings quoting, metal head dungeon master hates reading. he would certainly be open to any fantasy/horror recs you had for him! <3

Indiana. 1989.

Hawkins Library sees a lot of action in the summer.

They offer a wide variety of youth programs to keep the local kids busy and the parents sane while school is out. One of the main events is Saturday Story Time, a beloved weekly staple that you have recently been tasked with putting on.

It’s simple. You gather a number of books, usually with a common theme, and then read a select few to the children who had signed up for the day. Most of the kids in attendance are no older than six or so, with some parents even pulling up chairs to the back so they can sit with infants cradled in their arms. The older ones sit criss-cross-applesauce on carpet squares in front of you, their chubby faces alight with giggles as you recount each silly, fantastical story with all the spirit you can muster.

And then there’s always an accompanying arts and crafts project, of course. If you read The Very Hungry Caterpillar then, naturally, you have to make little googly-eyed caterpillars out of popsicle sticks and colorful pom-poms. You don’t make the rules.

If trouble occurs during Story Time, it’s usually in this phase. (Giving paste to toddlers is always a gamble – you never know what they’re gonna do with that.)

And on this particular morning, it’s been chaos from start to finish. A whopping eighteen kids had signed up, and you stretched yourself pretty thin trying to attend to everyone.

One of the babies spit up directly onto the little girl sitting in front of him and his mother. Someone slipped on their carpet square and fell harshly to the floor, earning a bruised elbow that you gently fussed over. You wrangled a pair of twins who fought bitterly over a bottle of Elmer’s glue. There were three individual running-with-scissors-scares and, finally, you spent a good ten minutes soothing one sobbing child with whom there was nothing apparently wrong with, and that you suspected was just in need of a good cry.

So yeah, it was basically pandemonium.

But eventually, to your great relief, things wound down. The audience dispersed, with their handmade goods clutched in sticky fists, and went to peruse the glossy line of picture books you put out for display. Within the next hour or two, everyone traded the cool darkness of the library for buttery sunshine, and all was quiet again. You waved cheerfully to the last parent-child duo as they made their exit, promising them that there’d be a fun activity next weekend too.

You love these storytime sessions, you really do, but sheesh. Sometimes they run you ragged. With the havoc of the morning finally over, and the promise of lunch in your near future, you try to shake off the weariness, and instead take it upon yourself to clean up the disorganized mess someone’s made of the horror section.

You’re going about your work, tongue poking out in concentration as you strain to reach the really high shelves, when you notice someone standing in your peripheral vision. You turn and glance at him, or at least, what you can see of him. He’s half-hidden by the shelf behind you, but you catch sight of brown hair and denim.

A pale face appears on a craned neck from around the corner. His dark eyes meet yours, widen slightly when he sees that you’ve caught him lurking, and he abruptly disappears again.

You purse your lips to hide your smile. This isn’t uncommon; such moments often occur when you’re cleaning up a section of books someone is hoping to sift through. In a small act of kindness, you move over to the neighboring shelf and look for something to busy yourself with; trying to give the guy a chance to browse without having to ask you to step aside.

He doesn’t emerge. You wait, expecting to sense him passing by you, but no dice. It’s amusing to think that someone might be frightened to approach you (You? Really?) but you can’t help feeling sorry that you were in his way.

The rest of your shift is rather uneventful. At the end of the day, you punch out and head home, the stranger behind the shelf forgotten.

When you come back to work on Monday, it’s much quieter than the last morning you’d been in. You greet your coworkers and set up shop at the front desk, opening up a book of your own to pass the time until someone needed assistance.

You’ve been reading for about half an hour when the big double doors open up for the day’s first visitor, the sound echoing loudly in the silent, spacious room. You look up in interest, ready to greet the person with a warm smile.

“Good morning!” you softly call out as he comes into view. He walks slowly towards you, shoes scuffing the checkered tile with each step. As he comes nearer, you can see that he’s biting his lip, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, the gesture oozing self-consciousness. He only makes eye contact with you for a second before his gaze flits away again.

He’s pretty conspicuous-looking to be approaching the desk with such hesitance, you think. He has dark hair that hangs in slightly-scraggly curls down to his chest, and huge dark eyes. The pale skin of his arms, sticking out from within a denim vest/Judas Priest t-shirt combo, are littered with tattoos.

He pauses a few feet away from you, like he’s debating whether he wants to stop and chat, or to simply veer off towards the bookshelves and start browsing. Ultimately he decides to shuffle forward, closing the distance between the two of you.

“Hi there. What can I do for you?” you ask, voice gentle but encouraging.

He looks down and rests a hand on the desk, absentmindedly tracing the wood pattern with his thumb. “Um, yes.” He doesn’t offer anything else.

There’s a pregnant pause, both of you digesting the fact that what you had asked was not a yes or no question.

He tries again. “I…am in need…of some new reading material.”

You nod gravely, expression serious. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Did you have anything specific in mind?”

He begins to rock lightly back and forth on his feet, contemplating. “I like fantasy, especially Tolkien. I read a lot of horror, too, and sometimes sci-fi. If you had any suggestions for me, that’d be great.”

“Oh, we can certainly find you something,” you reassure him, already flipping through a mental rolodex of your favorite books in those genres. “Here, come with me.”

You stand and move around the desk to meet him, beckoning for him to follow.

Eddie watches you run a delicate hand over the spines of the books, keenly aware of the clammy sweat that’s flooding his own palms. Be cool, Munson.

“So,” you begin, a gleam of excitement in your eyes, “you like fantasy. Do you read Le Guin?”

Eddie nods eagerly, hair bouncing slightly with the movement. “Oh yeah, I’ve read the Earthsea trilogy.”

“Have you read any of The Hainish Cycle books?”

“I haven’t read those ones, no.”

You pull out two slim paperbacks from the row, holding each one out for him so he can study the covers. “These ones are science fiction, and they’re pretty good. You might like Rocannon’s World since it’s similar to a fantasy novel, but personally I think Left Hand of Darkness is the best.” You suddenly pause, and look around furtively, like you were checking to make sure that you two are really alone. You even put a hand up to the side of your mouth, as though shielding the conversation from eavesdroppers.

“Honestly,” you lower your voice like you’re admitting something scandalous, “I even liked it better than Earthsea.”

“No!” Eddie immediately matches your whispered, gossipy tone and lets his jaw drop, pretending to be aghast.

“Yes!” you insist, seemingly delighted by his willingness to play along. Eddie’s heart soars.

“I guess I can’t refute that until I read it, huh? What’s it about?” he asked, taking it from your hand.

“An envoy is visiting this frozen alien planet, and he’s trying to convince them to join this intergalactic coalition that he represents, but they’re making it like, really difficult for him. Also, gender doesn’t exist, and there’s political turmoil stemming from border disputes.”

“...oh. Cool.”

The next half-hour passes in this fashion. Your soft, mild demeanor is aglow with enthusiasm as you pull out book after book, giving him an off-the-cuff elevator pitch for each. Eddie can practically feel the cartoon hearts swirling around his head, bright pink and red bubbles that are almost certainly going to appear out of thin air and give him away.

He can’t put his finger on what it is, precisely, that’s pulling him in so deeply, drawing him towards you like a magnet with an opposite pole. Maybe it’s the tender way you talk about each book, the love and care that’s so tangible in your sweet voice, the way you speak about them as though they’re your old friends. Perhaps they are.

It’s not an unfamiliar concept to Eddie. A childhood steeped in loneliness and poverty, instability and dysfunction, neglect from his volatile and unreliable parents…yeah, he gets it. The wanting, the longing, the dire need to escape to someplace that doesn’t exist, some place where things were better and didn’t hurt, a dreamworld that would be kinder to a scrawny little boy with unwashed hair and a mean father.

The closest he ever came to it was when he lost himself between the yellowed and dog-eared pages of the few, precious books he owned.

So he listens to you chatter away with chest-aching tenderness, already thinking that he could listen to you like this for hours and be glad for it.

“You love fantasy, but you’ve never read The Last Unicorn?”

Eddie gives you an apologetic half-shrug, no longer able to keep the goofy, besotted grin from unfurling across his face. “Never got around to it, I guess.”

“It makes me cry. You have to take it,” you tell him with pleading eyes, adding it to the top of the growing pile in his arms before he can refuse. Not that he ever would. How could he, when you look at him like that?

“You cry at this one, really?” He looks curiously at the artwork on the front, an innocent picture of the pale horned creature. “But it’s so unassuming…”

“Don’t be fooled, it’ll get you. Take it,” you repeat.

Eddie shifts the stack of books to cradle it in one arm, so he can raise the other at you in a salute. “Yes, ma’am. And when I’m finished with it, I’ll give you a full report on the emotional damage it caused me.”

This makes you giggle, lips turned up in a gorgeous smile, and Eddie knows he’s a goner.

Back at the front, you resume your previous positions at the desk. Him in front and you behind, this time separated by a short pile of books.

You hold your hand out. “Card, please, sir.” Polite and professional, but with a little sparkle in your eye that lets Eddie hope for a moment that his time with you this morning was more pleasure than business.

He fumbles with his wallet, slipping out his library card and slotting it between his index and middle fingers, extending it for you to take. His chunky silver rings catch the light.

You accept the offering. “Thank you” – you quickly read the messy signature at the bottom – “Edward.” You look back at him with a grin.

He cringes, face scrunching in embarrassment. “Oh God. Call me Eddie, please.”

The scanner gives a little chirp! as you begin the checkout process, nodding. “Will do, Eddie.” His name sounds like a song when you say it, one he never wants to stop listening to.

You finish scanning his books, and slide a receipt into the jacket of the novel on top (which just so happens to be Katherine Dunn’s Geek Love). Instead of sliding the stack towards him, you keep both hands clasped on the cover, hesitating. You bite your lip, an unconscious imitation of himself earlier. “Listen….”

Eddie straightens up a little, stomach flipping like a coin. “Yeah?”

You bow your head. “I’m sorry if I talked too much. It’s just – most people who come in don’t actually ask me for recommendations, and I got excited,” you admit quietly, looking sheepish.

“Don’t apologize,” Eddie says without missing a beat. “I appreciate it. I really enjoyed it, actually,” he adds, eager to quell your anxiety. “I liked talking with you.” More than you know.

“O-oh,” you stutter, taken aback. “I liked talking with you, too.”

Eddie nods, smiling slightly. “Would you like to…talk again?” He flushes scarlet and coughs. Smooth. “I just mean, when I finish these” – he motions towards the day’s finds – “we have to discuss them, right? You helped me pick ‘em out, after all.”

“Of course. You have to let me know what you think.”

His smile gets bigger. “So we’ll reconvene?”

“We’ll reconvene,” you chuckle.

“Awesome. Looking forward to it.” He sweeps up his books, and gives you a little wave. “Thanks again, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.”

And he can hardly wait. It looks like he’s got a lot of reading to do…

thanks for reading!!! <3 edit: this is now a series! Read Ch. 2-> Here!

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x bookworm!reader #stranger things fanfiction

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thursdaygxrls · 1 year

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Seeing It Out (‘Seeing Her’ Part Two)

summary — george weasley might (maybe) have a small crush. too bad she’s totally oblivious.

paring — george weasley x fem!bookworm!reader

disclaimer — i don’t own harry potter property, i don’t own this gif, and i don’t edit because i’m lazy. also, argyle & dicken’s isn’t real, i made it up.

warnings — everyone is stupid. maybe ooc.

read part one here!

She noticed him staring at her in potions. Well, she never proved it was her he was looking at, but she had a suspicion. Every time she would look up to transcribe the notes or recipes Snape described, she could see a mass of tangerine hair fly forward just a few desks ahead of her. She didn’t think anything of it at first. Why would she? But then she noticed him staring at her out of the corner of her eye before class one day. That look alone made her realize two things:

1. The looks she thought she may have been receiving were no coincidence and

2. The one staring was George Weasley

“I’m scared. Seriously, he’s planning something,” she confided as she and her friend, Meredith, began to stroll from dinner to their dorm, “He’s been watching me for a few weeks now. Something is going on.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Meredith giggled.

“I’m serious! When the Weasley twins set their sights on you, you’re dead in the water,” she guffawed.

“Or…” Meredith trailed off with a smile.

“Or?” She turned to her with an inquisitive look.

“Perhaps you tickled his fancy.” Meredith shimmied her shoulders suggestively.

“I tickled who and what?” Her eyes widened as she felt a laugh bubble at the back of her throat.

“I’m saying that maybe he keeps staring because he fancies you,” Meredith explained.

“George Weasley?” Her eyes crinkled as her grin widened slightly, “You’re mad.”

“Not mad, intuitive,” Meredith tapped her head, “You’re cute! You’re smart! Everyone in this bloody school ought to be head over heals for you!” She shook her almost comedically.

“Alright!” She laughed, “I get it! I’m fabulous!”

“Good,” Meredith said with a large smile, “Now, think about talking to him.”

“We haven’t disposed of the ‘the twins are going to put fireworks in my pillowcase’ theory,” she shook her head.

“I’ve disposed of it. It’s gone.” Meredith pretended to throw something before wiping her hands together, “But seriously, talk to him if you’re interested, y’know? He’s not too bad on the eyes – and I doubt he’s all too evil.”

“I guess I’ll think about it,” she shrugged, “How’s Emma going?”

“It’s – shit, I left it in the Great Hall,” Meredith groaned, “Wait here for me, alright?”

“I’ll wait an eternity for you!” She called after the girl.

“Put those moves on someone else, would you?” Meredith winked before disappearing down the hall.

George Weasley. He was popular, maybe not as much as his twin brother, but he was one-half of the dynamic pranking duo. She’d seen them before; they watched people, and so did she. They always observed their prey before attacking — but their targets were never just innocent bystanders. She’d like to think she was innocent. She’d like to think a lot of things, though, and not all of them were true.

Meredith was taking a while. Was she right? Was he interested in her? The thought seemed silly, foreign. It was like a honey bee finding a hidden daisy in a room full of tulips. Yet, she couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It was a nice thought. A flash of orange alerted her to the balcony in front of her. Funnily enough, standing at the edge, staring out to the floor below them, were the Weasley twins – and George was staring at her.

It was curious. This was the first time they’d ever connected eyes, yet it felt entirely natural. Maybe it was because she’d stared a thousand people in the eyes, or maybe this was different. She looked at him, and he looked at her, and for a moment, time was able to exist on a different plane entirely. God, was it cheesy. She’d read about this before; the lovers’ first meeting. Wait, lovers? They aren’t lovers, they don’t even know each other, besides – oh God. In a flash, something fell from George’s hand, flying down from the balcony and directly onto poor Professor Flitwick’s head. The thing burst ceremoniously and a powder fizzled around the man. He batted at himself in confusion as she looked on at him with horror. His hair was entirely green.

What the bloody hell was that?

She clutched her copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray — the copy that had just been knocked from her hands — in her sweaty palms. Today had been going great, spectacular even. Her dreams had wiped any memory of possible crushes from her mind. She woke up early, found a matching pair of socks on her first try, and was ready to pick up a new book. Meredith had shoed her out of the dorms when she attempted to wake the girl; she preferred sleep over food. So, it was just her and Dorian who’d made it out to the stairs when she was pushed (nudged?) to the ground.

By George Weasley, of course.

She’d wondered if this was a part of his scheme for a moment. It would be the perfect time to catch her off guard — bright and early before she’d even wiped the crust from her eyes. But then she saw his face and the shock that drew over his features. He certainly didn’t mean to bump into her. At least, it didn’t seem like it.

They conversed in an awkward manner, but managed to hit one another only once more. The real issue was the end of the conversation:

“See you in potions, George!”

It was meant to be friendly, a sort of peace offering if he was still trying to pull off something dodgy. And, of course, it was friendly enough until she realized she had never talked to him before. She sounded like a stalker. A bad stalker at that. She let her mind race as she rushed off to the Great Hall, hoping to not see the boy again before she got there.

It was a dragging, near exhausting wait until potions. Her nerves were so shot that, even if she calmed down, they would still leave a searing imprint under the surface of her skin. By lunch, she’d decided to try to calm herself. Surely he’d forget before then. Surely it would all resolve itself. Surely, she thought to herself as she pushed into the potions’ lab, there was–

He was sitting in her chair.

Meredith was late, unable to save her, and George was sitting at her table.

Her first move was to take cautious steps toward her destination. She knew well enough that this confrontation was unavoidable (or maybe she’d just built it up in her mind too much). She would just grit her teeth and bear it, though, because the only other alternative was to flee Hogwarts entirely.

“Hey!” He’d seen her, and she froze. She was only a step or two away from her seat, of course he saw her.

“Hi,” she responded with less grandeur. He stood in front of her, slicking his hands against his slacks as he smiled.

“Sorry about this morning,” his grin damn near sparkled, “I only do that sort of thing on the field usually.”

“Right,” she nodded. He was standing right in front of her seat, trapping it with his lanky body.

“Yeah,” his confidence stuttered momentarily, “Uh, your book. How is it?”

“Dorian Gray?” She questioned, receiving a nod, “Oh, it’s alright. A couple blokes doing a lot of talking.”

“Any puke?” George cocked his head.

“There’s blood,” she replied.

“Fluid is fluid,” he shrugged. There was another hesitation before he spoke again:

“I noticed you read a lot – muggle books, I mean. It’s interesting,” he stuck his hands in his pockets, “I was thinking about picking up a muggle book, but I don’t know where to start.”

So this was it. Weeks of stares and stilted interactions because of her obsession. She let out an audible sigh of relief. Any ounce of fear or tension drained from her body, and in its place, a peace rooted itself. Apparently, all it took to crack her shell was the mention of books.

“Oh, sure!” She spoke, her lips curling into a smile, “If you tell me what you fancy in a story I could find something you’d enjoy.”

“That’d be great,” he grinned, “Maybe I could tell you this weekend at Hogsmeade?”

“Hogsmeade?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah,” he perked up suddenly, “There’s that muggle book shop near the outside of town — Argyle and Dicken’s? You could help me find something. Maybe we can go for butterbear after?”

There was nothing Jane Austen could have done to prepare her for an offer like this. No romance novel she’d ever read could help her. She couldn’t reply with something witty, or cute, or sultry. She couldn’t wink or do something flirtatious. All she was capable of doing was giving him a near-dumbfounded look whilst attempting to close her partially agape mouth. George Weasley wanted a little more than just a recommendation.

“She’d love to.” A feminine voice spoke from behind her. Meredith, somewhat winded and somewhat late, swooped in beside her to press a metaphorical hand to her jaw.

“Love to,” she repeated, though a little less confident. George seemed to appreciate the answer anyways, giving a quick nod of greeting to Meredith before smiling back at the other girl.

“Outside the castle at noon this Sunday work?”

“It, yeah, yes, it would work.” She nodded vigorously.

“Wicked,” he chuckled lightly, “It’s a da–“

“Get to your seats.” Professor Snape’s deep voice commanded. She, as well as Meredith, wasted no time shuffling past the boy to their chairs. George moved, though, only after he hesitated a moment. The potions lesson began unceremoniously, and she couldn’t help but look over to Meredith as Snape’s monotonous voice consumed the classroom.

“What was that?” She asked, eyes still wide.

"That was you getting yourself a date." Meredith whispered her reply happily.

A date. With George Weasley – the same George Weasley she had thought to be plotting against her, or at least hoping for her downfall. Yet, she couldn’t help but smile as the lesson went on.

A date.

With George Weasley.

hey guys, quick little note: i’m going to be starting a tag list so it’s easier to let people know when i post. if you’re interested in joining, comment a 🐝 on this post so i know who to add. alright, love u guys, toodles!

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Do you have a character that deserves more screentime? Do you think they have wasted potential? Do they have just a cool design and wanna see more of them?

Show that they deserve it in a war between legions (submit your blorbos of your fandom in this tournament and hope that they get the title)

Rules:

- Racist/Terf caricatures are not allowed

- Use the correct pronouns for them

- EVERY CHARACTERS FROM EVERY MEDIAS IS OKAY! THEATRE KIDS/BOOKWORMS/WHATEVER FEEL FREE TO GO BONKERS!!

- This is a THIS CHARACTER DESERVES MORE SPOTLIGHT, not a THIS CHARACTER DESERVES BETTER WRITING. If your character is a victim of "writing problems" this tournament is not made for you.

Example: " I want Stephanie from Wayne Family Adventure to have more screentime cuz' she is funny"☑️

"I want Stephanie from Regular Batman to have more screentime cuz she was written badly" 🚫

- Please put an image when submitting (especially if the character is a background character/nameless)

- You can't submit more characters at once (except if they are canonically a duo/trio/quartet or more both from platonic and romantic nature) (just don't exaggerate submitting things like the "strawhat crew", "cabin 7" or the "owl house" or teams with way too many member (like 4+ members). I understand the indecision but sometimes it can be too much)

- Characters from Harry Potter, DMSP or Hazbin Hotel are not going to be accepted for personal opinions

- No IRL people but characters that are caricatures and interpreted by the IRL person are accepted

Example: "Ramboo (IRL Youtuber) deserves more screentime 🚫"

"Ramboo (character from Generational Loss) deserves more screentime☑️"

- Don't be (the creepy and horny type of weird) weird about them please

- This is made for fun by a single moderator. It's nothing serious so don't make me regret it.

- There will be 32 spots (Edit of 15 April 2024: every spot is taken and the submissions are closed)

- The Mod (name's Potato) uses she/her pronouns

Blogs I am tagging under the cut:

@tournament-announcer @misogynisticmediatournament @tournament-winners-tournament @favoritepokemontournament @best-kirby-character-tournament @foundfamilyadoptionagency @doyouknowthischaracter @haveyouplayedthisgame @weeb-polls-with-pip @ultimate-blorbo-bracket @adhdswagcompetition

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total-drama-brainrot · 2 months

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Total Drama Psycho Noah AU, how does Alejandro react to seeing Noah's true colors through the cameras?... How would Alejandro react to Chris + Chef not being surprised or shocked at all?... What if when Noah learns that everyone saw his true colors, Noah simply smirks and says: "...Whoops." 😏

Well, the cast as a whole are all sort-of introduced to Noah's 'true colours' through the screens in First Class, but I think a lot of them would struggle through the cognitive dissonance between what they 'know' about Noah (apathetic, lazy, almost pathetically harmless) and what they saw on the cameras (emotive/smiley, physically capable, decidedly not harmless), so the initial reaction would be a mixture of terror, confusion and disbelief, mostly.

When they notice that neither Chris nor Chef seem to find anything amiss with Noah's behaviour, that's when the confusion and disbelief morph into outrage (for the more confrontational contestants like Heather) because they knew? Chris and Chef were fully aware that they'd been in near-constant close proximity with the thing they just saw on the screen, and said nothing?!

Alejandro, being a composed person of more subtle displays of emotion (for the most part), masks his fear and anger behind a veneer of concern- for his castmates, for the Ripper, maybe even for Noah himself, because clearly something has happened to his dear teammate that's caused this bout of insanity, surely?

No? He's just like that? Oh. Oh.

Alejandro realises that he's spent the majority of his time on the jet playing nice* with someone who's fully capable of snapping both of his arms like toothpicks, who apparently has an affinity for sharp objects and the colour red. The one person on the jet he felt some semblance of genuine kinship with, as the 'most sane' member of Team Chris barring himself, has been an act this whole time? Has been that dangerous this whole time?!

Needless to say, Alejandro's concern quickly becomes genuine. And self-directed. He's terrified; Noah could've snapped at any moment, and Alejandro likely would've been caught in the crossfire of that thing's hysteria.

But the cast can't exactly air their displeasure with the situation, as two figures hover by the doorway to the First Class Cabin.

It's Courtney and Gwen, dragging a burlap sack behind them. A sigh of relief washes over the group; it's just those two, and not him.

When Noah and Owen skitter into First Class, Owen carrying the sack-captured Ripper in his arms (in a kind-hearted gesture to prevent any more damage befalling the Ripper's broken forearms), a trepid silence permeates through the cabin like fog.

Owen, ever the obtuse sort, pierces the veil of fearful anticipation with a victorious cry.

"Sweet! Everybody's okay!"

The others (barring Gwen and Courtney) hesitate to answer, their fear-blown eyes fixated on the nonchalant form of the cynic beside him. Until Heather works up enough courage to respond with her usual haughtiness- though her tone is off, embittered by the acrid taste of anxiety on her tongue.

"Yup! Everyone's fine, no worries here!" She ends her statement with a nervous giggle, ignoring the way her voice cracked mid-sentence, and her focus never drifts from the monster bookworm stood only a few meters away.

"Though it is reassuring to see everyone safe, no?" Alejandro adds sharply, peeling his attention away from Noah to send a pointed look towards the hosting duo.

"Safe? Duh, it's just a challenge. No one was ever gonna really get hurt, it'd be 'bad for ratings'."

A collective flinch tremors across the crowd as Noah speaks, his usual sardonic deadpan accompanied by finger quotes at the end of his sarcastic comment.

It's followed by an awkward pause, the others either too scared or too confused by the frigid atmosphere to talk, and Noah shoots an imploring look towards Chris- a nonverbal request for clarification. Chris wordlessly points towards the flat screen television that's hung on the wall behind the captured contestants, displaying a series of live-feed camera footage; the inside of the bus he and Owen had previously adventured through, bathed in cold moonlight but otherwise eerily gloomy, stares accusingly back at him.

That's interesting.

Owen follows his gaze, as do the rest of the competitors, and the Ripper-wrangling duo both quickly realise what's happened.

A laugh, something unnervingly shrill and breathless- more akin to the yowling of a feral cat than any human noise- rings humourlessly through the cabin, and all eyes snap back towards Noah.

Who's face has twisted into a mirthless grin, more similar to a snarl, that's far too wide for his face and bears unnaturally sharp teeth. His eyes have widened into owl-like near perfect circles, almost drowning the hickory brown of his irises in a sea of ivory sclera, making him look uncanny and deranged. Barely even human.

"Whoops."

#something something noah spends hours in front of a mirror learning how to contort his face jim carrey style #the dedication to the bit is insane (so is he)#anon gets a small drabble. as a treat.#wrote this in one big haze of semi-consciousness that's why it's probably nonsensical 👍#and i refuse to re-read/edit it so. nonsense be upon ye. 👊#total drama #td noah #psycho!noah au #silly ideas #replies #tw creepy #?

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it's yellowjackets / jennifer's body parallels time!

hi hello keep reading if you would like to hear about shauna/jennifer and jackie/needy, here's my totally noncomprehensive, very much off the cuff thoughts on this very complex and interesting dynamic!!

(i'm not getting into the basic parallels, i'm gonna assume you know the karyn kusama of it all, the heart necklace, the homoerotic female friendship, the death)

yellowjackets is so brilliant because it feeds you stereotypes and absolutely does not deliver on them. there could be an entire paper on each girl and how this is true for them specifically, but walk quickly with me because i want to get into the nitty gritty gory fun stuff! a brief oversimplified example: nat is referred to as a burnout, some would assume she's a loner based on that, but she cares about the team as a unit more than arguably anyone else. (this is common in real life too, our stereotypes often don't hold water in reality and yj reflects that beautifully!)

now to the jackie/shauna of it all. it would be oh so incredibly easy to look at jackie and think she's the jennifer of the duo. we are set up to see her as prettier, more popular, more demanding. but that illusion falls apart QUICKLY if you pay attention to the things that jackie actually says and does. she's not a mean girl. she's actually one of the kindest on the team. she doesn't pick on shauna, she clings. there are plenty of takes on this on tumblr so i won't exhaust it, my adhd loves to digress and meander but i'm forcing myself back onto the trodden path to this point: people look at the first few minutes of the pilot and they immediately decide that they know who these girls are. the audience typecasts jackie as a jennifer and shauna as a needy. the popular, bubbly girl and her shy, bookworm best friend.

a lot of people, especially casual viewers who don't study this show like its their job (god, wonder what that would be like lol) understandably stop here. but to me the BRILLIANCE of yj is that they don't actually make it HARD for you to undo your initial impressions. the material is there. it isn't hidden. it isn't some deeper self of each character that is unraveled throughout seasons. they push, push, push to see just how far they can carry our deeply held stereotypes/expectations. how forward and violent can shauna be, with viewers still clinging to a shy and sweet girl, who was really their own creation? how kind and honestly pathetic kicked-puppy can jackie be, with viewers still clinging to a mean girl, who was really their own creation? how far will we go to warp the characters intentions, so that we can keep them in the box we understand them in? they ask this of the viewer and of other characters, but AGAIN i digress.

so, while this might sit strangely with some, yes i think that jackie is very much aligned with needy if you peel back just one layer. but far above and beyond that, shauna is so very fucking jennifer.

the overall veneer is thinned immediately in yj. there isn't one girl in the stands and one on center stage. jackie and shauna are both on the team. they go to the same parties, they play the same sport, i would argue that shauna isn't even coded as "less pretty" (please note the word coded, because i'm not saying needy is literally less pretty than jennifer, i am simply saying that we have hair, makeup, clothing, glasses trends that we use to stereotype characters, are you with me?)

so now what? now these girls are both and neither. shauna thinks that she is the needy to jackie's jennifer. jackie wears the necklace and the introductory shots frame her as important. but we're already diverting from that set-up.

our absolute clearest common denominator here is one that i rarely see people mention funnily enough: JENNIFER IS A SUCCUBUS. she CONSUMES. she KILLS. she WANTS and she TAKES.

now before you get TOO EXCITED!!! i see some of you getting ready to say i'm a shauna shipman hater, put the pitchforks down!! shauna is one of my favorite characters of all time. i love her crazy ass so deeply that it's alarming. (i don't hate jennifer, either, for the record.) i love her largely for WHAT she is. i think sanitizing or sweetening her is a disservice. she's amazing and complex and wounded and capable of deep love. but she also, quite LITERALLY, consumes.

her character is sex and desire and violence and obsession and consumption. and it's AMAZING. she's POWERFUL. she's our main framing character (in this dynamic), rather than needy. the scripts are switched. jennifer dies and needy lives, and that's one story. that's clearer cut, simpler, made for a horror film. but here, jackie dies and shauna lives, and that story is deep and rich and goes on to include a whole lot more death and destruction and chaos.

shauna tells us herself that it excites her. she likes it. she is this girl. this woman. she reminisces and she recreates and she covets.

jennifer tries to consume needy, shauna literally consumes jackie.

there's more to this story, obviously. you could deep dive and mine for the intricacies of the set up and fall of stereotype and expectation, or collect all of the exact parallels. but i'll stick with a few, because this is a quick outburst of thought.

a huge one, who is taking whose boyfriend?

here's another personal favorite of mine, just for kicks

is it too complex to neatly tuck away? absolutely. they're different stories with different themes. shauna isn't simply a teenager possessed by a demon. it runs far deeper. as is the essence of this show.

but if you want to look at parallels, look at the one who has been holding the knife the whole time.

#can you tell both of these stories make me crazy #i love shauna this is not shauna hate this is shauna LOVE do not misinterpret pls #you guys she EATS people!!#anon who just messaged me about this YES I see you I’m with you here are my thoughts lol #yellowjackets #yellowjackets meta #jennifer's body #shauna shipman #jennifer check #jackie taylor #anita needy lesnicki #karyn kusama #shauna x jackie #jackie x shauna #jackieshauna #shaunajackie

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bloodstainedsaint · 5 months

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FIC INSPO: joseph liebgott x sniper! reader ♡

other themes: reader is a bookworm and joe just reads comics 😭, reader in denial, quiet & shy x loud & flirty duo

notes: i'm gonna work on this fic as soon as i can cause life is kicking my ass, but i'll prolly have the winters one posted first

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #joe liebgott #joe liebgott x reader #hbo war #hbo war fanfic #easy company #101st airborne #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers imagines #joseph liebgott #joseph liebgott x reader #joseph d liebgott

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kw4bbage · 1 year

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*taps mic* Timid bookworm and Nodding muralist the writer and artist friendship duo brotp

#man OH MAN IM THINKING.......#i suddenly have ideas for them!!!

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allari-ammayi · 7 months

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Butta Bomma

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬➜

When bookworm Y/n reluctantly succumbs to her friends' movie night and watches "Bahubali," she discovers a newfound empathy for the much-despised Bhallaladeva, igniting an unexpected connection between their souls. Following the loss of her grandmother, Y/n inherits a mysterious red amulet that transports her to an unimaginable world. Her assigned mission: to alter the destinies of her beloved character. In the heart of Mahismati, Y/n's undercover adventures bring her closer to the royal brothers, determined to reshape their fates for the better. As bonds deepen, romance blooms and Y/n faces a dilemma: will their feelings jeopardize her mission? Will it even matter in the end?

𝐓.𝐖➜

This story contains themes of death and bereavement, violence, toxic relationships, emotional turmoil, travelling worlds, ¿isekai?, romantic conflicts, identity crisis, moral dilemmas, possible sexual content in later chapters, themes of betrayal, political intrigue, power struggles, intense emotional situations, and complex moral decisions, exploration of familial and romantic relationships, warfare, injury, and graphic violence. Let me know if I missed any!

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟏

𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞➜

The Interesting Perspective

The New World

The Angel Lady

The Harsh Interrogation

The Monkey Woman

The Snarky Prince

The Etiquette Lessons

The Language Barrier

The Political Genius

The Culinary Adventurer

The Mahismati Festival

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟐

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟏➜

The Scripted Starting

The Dancing Beauty

The Affectionate Prince

The Gruesome Battle

The Vitory Horror

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟑

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟐➜

The Dangerous Thoughts

The Kuntala Quest

The Royal Gardens

The Deciding Day

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟒

𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Kuntala Journey

The Charming Princess

The Kuntala Palace

The Dreamer Boy

The Hunting Party

The Krishna Pooja

The Marriage Proposal

The Silent Attack

The Lady’s Choice

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Rejoiced Couple

The Wedding Night

The Jealous Banishment

The Back-Stabber

The Final Sob

The Honoured Dead

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Stubborn Prince

The Jealous Husband

The Painful Coronation

The Run-Away Wife

The Reunited Lovers

The Old Beginnings

𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟓

𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜

The Library Roaming

The Compensating Gifts

The Hidden Portrait

The Risky Plan

The Portrait Showing

The Insistent Girl

The False Confession

The Impulsive Promise

The King’s Confession

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Defeated King

The Heart Problems

The Exiled Duo

The Discontent Girl

The Confidential News

The Sweet Embrace

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜

The Impressive Queen

The Romantic King

The Revealed Secret

The Destroyed Amulet

The Two-Faced Liar

The Tragic End

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭➜ @vellipo-mellaga, @cleaningfairylevi, @bhalare-vichitram, @ghal-ghal, @bitchy-bi-trash, @vijayasena, @sakhiiiii, @celestesinsight《If you wish to be part of the taglist, please let me know in the replies!》

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞➜

This story contains elements of fantasy, adventure, and emotional depth, but be aware of potential triggers, including violence, grief, and complex relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

Does anyone want an OC version if they're not interested in y/n?

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bookworm-center · 10 months

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Duo of Chaos

Senku Ishigami x Fem!Reader

Chapter II: Orientation

Senku Ishigami

I willed myself to pay attention, to stay awake during this lecture. All of the new students had found spots to sit, scattered amongst the cushions and chairs. Others were already falling asleep -even Y/n was nodding off- but I was determined to learn everything I could soon. I was new to this world of magic and if I didn't catch up soon, I would fall behind, ten billion percent.

I'm already making mental maps of the layout of the school, making sure to engrave the directions of all important landmarks in my mind. Then comes the truly confusing part: the explanation of why we're all here.

"And to those who haven't grown up with this knowledge, I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here." A loud voice responds with a yes near the back of the room. "You have magic somewhere inside of you. It may be locked deep down, but my testers have found you hold magic and that is what brought you here. You are all special and needed in the world of magic." Their words seem to resonate with everyone. To me, it just sounded creepy. Testers? They must have been observing us for a long time so they must know plenty about us.

"Now!" They clap their hands and everyone sleeping pulls themselves awake. "Onto the rooming areas. Each section will have a returning student leader so ask them any questions you may have."

Y/n waves her hand above her head, yawning and attempting to disguise the sleepiness on her face. "How will we be split up?"

"You'll be placed in groups that will likely end up with strong friendships. Those of you who knew each other beforehand will most likely end up in the same area together."

Y/n grins, looking at me. She's been surprisingly bubbly since we got here, which is logical considering she grew up around these things. I didn't. I'm too used to knowing a shit ton about my surroundings, and now I know next to nothing.

I crack a smile. This is exhilarating.

Author's Note: I cannot write Senku to save my life but I'm trying my best. My interpretation of his is mostly inspired by "The Perfect Blend" by Mini-Mimi on Quotev, it's like the only thing I read on that app and it's my favorite Dr. Stone x reader fic ever; I would totally check it out if you haven't!

#bookworm center #senku x reader #senku ishigami #dr stone fanfiction #duo of chaos

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maxislvt · 2 years

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Know That You're Mine

Summary: You and Pietro were an unlikely duo. He was the loud and flirtatious party animal and you were just a bookworm that had your head in the clouds. It was a strange friendship that got you wrapped up in some rather interesting situations. The most interesting of all being the complicated relationship you had with his sister. You felt guilty about it. Wanda wasn't your girlfriend and you two were just barely friends. To make matters worse, you'd somehow manage to lead her on your entire college career.

Warnings: Dubious Consent/Coercion (?), strap ons, semi-public sex, teasing, praise, possessiveness, fingering, questionable relationship dynamics

Normally, people dread their highschool reunion. Being forced to see old bullies again, realizing your old classmates were leagues ahead of you socially, or seeing an old crush with someone way hotter than you. For most people, it was just a day wasted opening old wounds and then pouring salt all over them. However, you were beyond excited to receive the invitation to speak at your reunion.

You were well aware that you would be one of the luckier attendees. You had colleges from all over the country banging at your door just about everyday before you were even done with your Sophomore year. Scholarships piled up for stuff ranging from writing competitions you'd won to playing multiple sports throughout highschool. You'd graduated as the valedictorian for your class and it was an endless uphill climb from there. You got accepted into your dream college. You had enough money to comfortably rent your own apartment. Then, you began a paid internship for your dream job. Everything was going well for you.

None of those things were what made you so excited for your reunion. In reality, you just really missed your old friends. The new people you met and friends you made during college were amazing, but there was just something special about the ones you made back home. They were with you at some of the worst and best points of your life. The memories you had together were irreplaceable. You were elated to be able to make more with them.

There was one friend in particular that left a him-sized hole in your heart. Pietro Maximoff. Sure, you'd always been "one of the guys" or "part of the gang", but the connection you had with Pietro was different. You two were inseparable during highschool. No matter how busy your schedule was, he always found a way to wiggle his way into your life. Even if that meant sneaking into the classes he didn't even take or pretending to read while you studied in the library. To many people, you two were an unlikely duo. He was an outgoing party animal with playboy tendencies and you were a soft-spoken bookworm with a habit of picking up stray animals. You were a charming person for sure, but not enough to go hoeing it up with someone like Pietro. It wasn't until you two hit the track that it became clear why you two were friends. Track and field brought out the best in both of you. It just so happened that your best and his best went together perfectly.

When you moved away for college, it did put a bit of distance between you two. Time zones, tournaments, and classes alike made it nearly impossible to actually talk to each other. It got a tiny bit easier after freshman year. During the slower parts of the school year, you found yourselves drinking or taking tours of the other's colleges, but it wasn't the same. A few days would never make up for the months apart and you hadn't time for each other since last year.

So of course, you were beyond disappointed in yourself when the reunion came and you let yourself fall back into his twin sister's arms. It was supposed to be your day for him and all your friends. A day to catch up and talk about every achievement you missed for each other. You even planned to tell him that you were moving back in town because the laboratory you were interning for was expanding. Instead he got a rushed explanation of the letter you'd thrown in front of him before you scrambled off to the restroom.

You'd always felt bad about your secret relations with Wanda. She was your best friend's sister. It wasn't right to be sneaking around with her. Even if "bro code" was something you all had grown out of, you didn't want Pietro thinking you put up with him just to bang his sister. Granted, Wanda was always the one coming on to you, but it was so hard to deny her advances.

This wasn't the first time Wanda had ruined your plans with Pietro with her lust. Study sessions where you genuinely had her brother's best interest in mind gone to waste because she couldn't keep her hands to herself. The amount of times she had whisked you away during parties because she insisted your shorts were too short. The worst of it came right before your graduation when she snatched you up and ate you out in the backseat of her car minutes before you had to give your speech. It only stopped because you'd gained some semblance of a backbone when you were away at college and refused to let her take away from the little time you had with Pietro.

"You've been so mean to me lately."

You bit back the groan that threatened to escape your lips. You hated the way she could speak so casually as if she wasn't knuckle deep in your pussy and locked in a restroom. A shaky breath came out through your nostrils as you attempted to think of a response. "O-oh, really?" You despise the games Wanda would play with you during sex. No matter how many orgasms you had or fingers she had in your cunt, you absolutely had to respond to her teasing.

Wanda rewarded your compliance with a deliciously slow curl of the two fingers buried in your heat. "You never call, hardly ever text first, and you never made time for me when you came back." Her fingers slowed down to an insufferable pace. She liked to watch you crack underneath her. Seeing you pretend to be tough and act like you weren't about to lose yourself to pleasure. "Do you not like me anymore? Don't tell me you're trying to replace me with one of those girls back at college."

"You're Pietro's sister, I can't just fuck my best friend's sister!" Your hands clamped over your mouth to suppress the moan that nearly escaped your mouth. You were so close to cumming, Wanda knew that too. It was the way your hips would desperately grind against anything to get you closer to your climax. You would suddenly become so compliant no matter how prideful you'd been hours before.

"You have no problem letting your best friend's sister fuck you though." Wanda rolled her eyes. No matter how many dates she took you on or gifts she bought, you refused to make things official with her. It was the same reasoning. "You're moving back in a few months, yea?" Wanda wasn't going to let herself be some play thing. You were hers, you just hadn't realized it yet. Her fingers slipped deeper inside your pussy. She pulled you impossibly closer and buried her face in the side of your neck.

"I'm gonna ruin you for all those other girls and you're gonna like it."

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And ruin you she had. It wasn't just the endless night of pleasure you received after the reunion. It wasn't even the endless teasing you'd received during the rest of your vacation. Wanda was in your head now. No matter how much you tried, she always snuck her way into your thoughts. You found yourself hopelessly grinding against pillows or using all your fingers to satisfy yourself the way Wanda did. Nothing ever worked. You often found yourself sweaty, overstimulated, and unsatisfied. It was the worst six months of your life.

Moving day was arguably the worst of it all.

All your friends insisted on helping you. Wanda, unfortunately, included. Your eyes constantly found themselves glued to her muscles. All because of that hideous muscle shirt and those stupid track shorts. She didn't even run track! It was ridiculous. Wanda had always had a petty streak, but this was a new low for her.

After hours of stumbling around and organizing your furniture, the boxes slimmed down to an amount you could handle on your own. Everyone left you to do your decorating and cleaning. Well, almost everyone. Of course, Wanda took her sweet time moving the last of her boxes and conveniently finished the second Clint had left.

You decided to focus on fixing up your room, assuming she'd leave the second she realized you weren't up for her antics. Unfortunately, she was intent on having you that night.

"How were those last six months, hm?"

Your jaw clenched immediately. It was unfair how she could make such a simple question sound so sexual. You swallowed the lump in your throat and continued working on the dresser in front of you.

Wanda slammed her hands down on the front of the dresser, leaving you trapped between her arms. "That whole ignoring my existence doesn't work, so just be good and answer my question." She pushed her hips forward, letting you feel the bulge in her pants. "I brought this just for you and I'd really hate for it to go to waste."

You shivered but didn't move away when Wanda started grinding against you. "I, uh, it was okay…" Your cheeks burned when Wanda chuckled. Just once, you'd like to stick to your morals and put your foot down. Tell Wanda to back off and go on about the rest of your life without her looming over your shoulder. You nearly jumped out of your own skin when you felt a cd hand slip underneath your shirt. "Wanda, stop it, you're-"

Wanda rolled her eyes and began rutting against you. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop." She pushed harder against you and squeezed your breasts. She could feel you tense up underneath her touch. "Or, you could be honest with yourself and we can have so much fun together." Her hips came to a complete stop, earning her an unrestricted groan from you.

You attempted to grind back against Wanda only for her hands to keep your hips pinned against the dresser. You huffed out in frustration. "Fine, fuck, I like you! Is that what you wanna hear? I like you and I've liked you since we first met !" Your teeth immediately clamped down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from rambling any further. You dreaded the endless teasing and whatever torture Wanda would put you through.

"See, that wasn't so hard." Wanda began placing soft kisses across the back of your neck. Her hands worked quickly to get you undressed. Your shirt and bra came off with ease. Then went your shorts, but she opted to keep your underwear on. "Did those girls back upstate treat you right?"

Your face went hot and you lowered your eyes to the detailed wood before you. Part of you considered lying just to piss her off a bit. She'd see right through it, but the thought of getting back at her was undeniably appealing. You bit the inside of your cheek and took a deep breath. "There were no girls upstate…I waited for you." You gasped as the possessive squeeze Wanda gave your inner thigh. She wanted you to keep going. "I…I couldn't even touch myself without thinking about you."

Wanda pulled away from you. She sat down comfortably on the edge of your bed and twirled her finger in a circle. "Take 'em off and turn around." She scooted further back to get a better view. Her eyes followed your hands as you slowly bent down and removed your underwear. "You know exactly how I like it, give 'em here." A smirk overtook her features as you slowly crawled onto the bed and put the soaked fabric in her hands.

"You're having too much fun with this," You grumbled as you settled into her lap. Your hands nervously toyed with the sheets and you took a deep breath. It was a painfully familiar situation. Wanda would have you as naked as possible and on edge while she laid back fully dressed. You wanted to hate it, but it was arousing. She could do anything she wanted to you and you'd let her.

Two of Wanda's fingers dragged up your slit. She raised her hand and spread her fingers "You seem to like it." Her slick covered fingers stroked the dildo that stood proud between her legs. Her eyebrows raised at the needy groan that you let out. "Oh? You can deny me for five years but can't wait a few minutes til I fuck you?" Her hand slid down to the base and guided the tip between your folds. "God, you're so wet for me. It's always gonna be for me, isn't that right?"

You whimpered when Wanda's fingers eased themselves into your dripping heat. They pumped in and out slowly. It wasn't even half of what you wanted, but you missed being filled. That endless ache you experienced had suddenly disappeared. "I'm all yours I promise," You whispered. Your arms wrapped around Wanda's shoulders to steady yourself. You bucked your hips in sync with the rhythm Wanda set. "Please, lemme cum, please."

Wanda's free hand rubbed your back as she continued to fuck you. "Shh, that's it, just let it out. " Her fingers continued to stretch you out as you rode them through your orgasm. "You look so good taking my fingers, you're just a needy little thing, aren't you?" She slowly laid you down on the mattress. "Do you think you could give me just one more? I promise to be gentle."

"I need you to fill me up." Your tongue dragged itself across your bottom lip before your teeth clamped down on it. You let Wanda push your legs upward and get situated between them. It had been so long since You and Wanda had sex, her gentleness was almost jarring. You half expected her to just snap and rip you apart. Yet, she had never been any sweeter. The soft kisses she placed down the inside of your thigh and the sweet praises that casually fell from her lips felt like heaven. "Please, Wanda, I need you so bad."

Wanda nodded and eased the dildo inside of you. "Shh, I know, baby, I know." Her hips pushed forward slowly. She fixated on the small bulge forming in your abdomen. Her hand pressed down against the bump gently causing you to squirm and whimper at her touch. "Oh, I bet you were so frustrated without me to take care of you." Her hand moved up to cup your cheek.

You leaned into Wanda's and let out a content sigh. It never ceased to amaze you how Wanda just knew what you needed. The way you could feel your wall desperately cling around the toy whenever she dared to pull out even the slightest bit. Being filled to brim and stretched just the way you liked. It was something you couldn't even give yourself. "Fuck, Wanda please I'm so close," You whimpered. Your back arched off the bed in an attempt to get closer to Wanda. The firm hand on the small of your back was the only thing keeping you from falling.

"That's it, show me how good I make you feel." Wanda leaned down to kiss you as your second orgasm shot though you. She hungrily swallowed every whimper and whine you let out. "You look so perfect for me, I love you so much," She whispered. She reveled in the way you hopelessly grasped at her shirt in an attempt to pull her closer. "Shh, breathe, I got you. Just relax for me."

You nodded and slowly let yourself fall down against the mattress. Despite your uneven breathing, your brain continued to run. All the fears you originally had about being with Wanda began to surface. What would Pietro think? Would it make your friendship weird? Would the others view you differently? What if they all stopped hanging out with you? They were childish concerns to have, but ones that plagued your mind nonetheless. “I’m so screwed, Pietro won’t ever talk to me again. " You huffed out.

"You think too much." Wanda laid down next to you and pulled you into her chest. Intimacy was a foreign thing in your relationship, but it started to feel increasingly natural. She placed a soft kiss on the top of your forehead while she played with the baby hairs on the back of your neck. "If you're screwed, then I'm screwed. Whatever shows up at your door in the morning, we'll deal with it together. Got it?"

"Got it."

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