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#i think whats happening here i marvel is bringing these characters back out of the bus not out of love;
simpcityy · 9 months
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Location Status: In Danger (Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Person!Reader) *Platonic*
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Summary: Father figure Miguel left you alone in your dimension after taking your watch to get it fixed. You assure him everything was going to be okay without a watch but now he wishes he didn't listen to you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This is part 2 for Location Status: Unknown (Link Below Warnings)
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Father Figure Miguel, father and daughter fluff?, Miguel cursing in Spanish, Angst, blood. violence, comic villain reference, meltdown...ughhh I think that is all.
Pt.1 Pt.2. Pt.3
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You woke up with your body feeling all sore. You let out a groan as you tried to get up on your knees only to fall on your back in pain. Breathing heavily, you glanced at your right side of your rib only to see your suit stained in red. Taking in deep breaths, you tried to remember what happened. You were fighting an anomaly in your dimension; things weren’t looking too good, and you got knocked out. Pulling your mask over your nose to breathe in more heavily. The pain was unbearable and not having a way to contact for backup, you had to do this on your own. “Why did the watch malfunction today?” You mutter before crying out in pain as you get up slowly leaning against the wall. Holding your side, you walked around the warehouse, wondering where this villain of another dimension took you. You dragged yourself out into a bigger room before looking around in panic as your spider senses went off.
“Looks like the spider finally woke up” A female voice calls out around the big room.  
You tried to locate the voice but it only echos around the empty warehouse, making it hard to pinpoint it. “Show yourself!” You yelled being aware of your surroundings. Finally, you spotted a figure walking out of the shadow. Taking in her appearance, you froze. You quickly composed yourself and scoffed. “Look at that, an inheritor here in my dimension.” Standing up tall, ignoring the fire in your ribs from the wound, “Which one are you? Bora? Verna?” You listed the names before letting out a grunt as she gripped your throat, pushing you up against the wall. The woman chuckles, “I am Verna, and I will make you wish you weren’t my prey” She smirks. “Preying on the young has always been my favorite.” She whispers in your ear as her grip slowly increases, making you gasp for air. 
Miguel was in his “cave” monitoring one of the missions he sent Gwen to do with the rest of the group that gave him headaches. He frowns watching them do it recklessly, he glances back at your watch as he was fixing. It’s been a week and he hasn’t gone over to check on you. “Lyla, bring up the cameras of (Y/N) Dimension.” He commands the AI as he keeps working on the watch. Lyla appears on his shoulder “Somethings wrong” She spoke, pulling up the screen. Miguel stops what he was doing and looks at the monitor, but it was pitch black. “Why is it not working?” He frowns, he may not have spider senses, but his father's senses were ringing in his head. “Lyla? Where is my kid?” He looks at the AI. “Hold on, I'm trying to fix this, someone or something did this.” She tries to make it work again. Miguel having no patience asked again “Dónde está mi hijo(a)? Answer me!” He yelled. “Something isn’t right!” Lyla, for once being an AI, had no clue on how to fix this, panicking as well for your well-being. Miguel yells out curses in Spanish before going through the portal to your dimension. He lands inside your place. “Kid?!” He yells going around each room finding it empty. “Esto no es gracioso! Sal ahora” He was hoping you were playing around, ready to see you smile and hear your fits of laughter, but he was met with silence. He runs up to the roof ready to see you there watching the city but is met with an empty roof. His heart started pounding, he pulled at his hair as memories of Gabriella started playing in his mind. He lost her and now you. He yells out to the city, “(Y/N)!”
Verna laughs as she watches you struggle getting up on your knees. She walks over to you as you take deep breaths. Everything hurts, even breathing in and out. You yelled out in pain as Verna’s hand went through your stomach. You whimper in pain; how can she be this strong? How can her hand go through your body with such ease? There were so many questions running through your mind, but one brought you to tears. ‘Is this the end?’ You think to yourself and glare at Verna. “I was hoping for a great battle” She tuts as her hand leaves your stomach. She smirks, as she cleans her hand watching you cry out in pain. “I can’t wait to have your head on my wall like the rest of the spiders.” She walks to you smirking, enjoying the sight of you. You were hurt, bleeding out to death and overall, just broken. She lets out a sigh, “But it’s a shame I can’t yet till they start looking for you.” She sits on top of some boxes looking at you. “We have to gather the herd and then I can strike.” She smirks as your eyes widen hearing her plan. She was going to kill the rest of your spider family. You already lost so much in your life, the thought of losing Gwen, Jess, Hobie, Pav and Miguel. Miguel lost a kid and if anything were to happen to you…he would lose himself slowly. “No, I will not let you hurt them…I won’t let you kill my family!” You yelled. Verna smirks seeing you getting up ignoring the pain throughout your whole body. “My Little Spider, I was wrong about you…you will give me a great battle.” She laughs as you stand in a fighting stance “Come on now, I bet your siblings are much more powerful than you” You taunt watching her smirk turn into a frown. “Usually, I don’t get my hands dirty, but you asked for it!” Verna snapped and ran towards you.  
Miguel followed by Jess and Ben started looking around for you. “Lyla Anything?” Miguel looks around the city while the other two went on separate ways to cover more ground. He swings by before landing on the ground seeing a few broken boxes in an alleyway followed by an anomaly laying on the ground in pain. He glares before walking over to them, grabbing them by the collar he slammed them on the wall. “Start talking” he growls. “Give me a break man!” The villain groans and looks at him “first I was fighting this Spider Person and then suddenly another villain came in interrupting our fight. Just great!” They groan in frustration. “Otra persona? Who?!” He yells slamming them again to the wall. “I don’t know!? I think they went by the name Verna?” Miguel drops them down and sends Ben and Jess his location. “Lyla,” He calls out. “On it already! Verna…here it says…oh no…” Lyla stops before she appears in front of him “We need to find them now.” She whispers. Miguel watched in horror, knowing Lyla was not one to lose her cheerful spunk. “(Y/N) is fighting Verna from the inheritors” Miguel stands still, everything around him was toned out, even Lyla calling his name out for him. Inheritors…people who hunt them down. You’re with one of the members, alone and having no way to contact for back up. He starts to breath heavily, was he having a panic attack? “No…no …no!” He yells punching the wall. No, he was having a meltdown. He turns to the anomaly and walks to him, his talons out. The villain quickly backs up “H-hey listen, it wasn’t me okay. I didn’t get the chance to inflict harm on them!” “Miguel!” Lyla gets in front of him only for Miguel to walk past her. Grabbing the villain, he raised his fist only to stop. “I found their location!” She yells trying to get his attention.
”Dónde*?”
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Authors note: Thank you guys so much! This series is popular among the rest I have written so far! Thank you so much! I have much more Father Figure Miguel ideas coming up soon on my blog! Change of plans, this series is going to be 3 parts instead of 2. It just means more for you to read! I love you guys for reblogging my works for others to be aware of my works! You are welcome to drop in request as well. Soon I'll be posting the rules for requesting. Thank you for the support! Sorry for any grammar errors. Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 53💕)
Spanish Translation: 1. Dónde está mi hijo(a): Where is my kid or where is my son, with the o being replaced with a it also means Where is my daughter? 2. Esto no es gracioso! Sal ahora: This isn't funny! Come out now! 3. Otra persona?: Another person? 4. Dónde?: Where
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mermaidfanficlibrary · 4 months
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Stickers for you! | Wriothesley x Male reader
Characters: Wriothesley
Summary: You convinced Wriothesley to use your stickers on him, now you cant speak
Warnings: None other than Wriothesley's rizz
a/n: This idea came to me when I found a character. ai on my homepage. I know another Ai inspired one but I can't the idea is to cute!! Here's the bot.
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You were sitting in the Duke’s office in the Fortress of Meropide. You were only there to visit him because Wriothesley is always so busy, you decided to travel down and surprise him with a visit. You turned your head as you stopped rocking his chair at his desk, seeing him walk into his office. You ran down the stairs and hugged him tightly. He was taken aback as Wriothesley looked down to see you nuzzling his chest. 
He chuckled and brought a hand to pet your hair ever so gently. Wriothesley let the both of you sit in silence as you soaked up his touch. He was so happy that you were here because he had been having a stressful day. He had to deal with a tone of new whiney inmates, so seeing you was a complete breath of fresh air. You always were whenever something stressful happened to him. 
He looked at you as you hugged him even tighter. Wriothesley let out a breathy chuckle, feeling your grip on him grow a bit tighter. He rested his chin in between the crook of your neck, a soft smile gracing his features. Wriothesley relaxed into your hug, hugging back with the same amount of strength. He whispered ever so softly into your ear, curious as to why you were there. 
“My darling dear, why are you here in the Fortress of Meropide? This is no place for my sweet darling to be. Unless you did something wrong. Did you do something wrong, dear?”
You pulled away softly as you looked at him with very excited e/c eyes, shaking your head at his question. You started to jump up and down slightly, not being able to contain how happy you felt at the moment. Wriothesley could only smirk at how excited you looked right now. He loved how you could be so overwhelmingly happy just to see him. You hid a bag, that Wriothesley had just noticed you carrying, behind your back.
“I wanted to come see you! I got bored at home and I had an idea for something that I wanted to do right away!”
He raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by what you wanted to do with him. He was even more curious about what you were hiding in the bag. He tried to get closer to you, hoping to catch a peak, but you only step back slightly. His face morphed into a joking annoyance as his curiosity was peaked. He slung his arms around your neck, trying to bring you closer to him. 
“Oh? And what that might be?”
You pulled the bag from out of your back as you beamed at him. He felt his heartbeat quicken, overwhelmed with how cute you were acting. He tried to pull what was in the bag, but you pulled it away from him before he could reveal the content. He jokingly pouted, his curiosity begging him to just rip the bag out from your grasps and look in. Wriothesly had more self-control, and just listened to you, but blushed at the command you had given him. 
“It’s a secret! Now take off your shirt!”
He reluctantly slipped his shirt off, revealing his well toned chest. You pulled him to the floor as you sat in front of him. His eyes marveled at the amount of sticker packets that you started to pull out of the bag. Wriothesley smiled at you, knowing exactly where this was going, but couldn’t help but gently blush as you touched his bare chest. He shivered slightly, feeling both your cold fingers and the sticker being placed on him, and as soon as he blinked he was completely covered in all kinds of stickers. 
“Y/n, don’t you think this is enough stickers?”
You had shook your head slightly, your hair swaying along with it, which he couldn’t help but find cute. He snickered softly as you denied his observation of the amount of stickers that had now covered his chest and stomach. Your face was so focused, yet another moment that Wriothesley had found so cute. You responded to him with a soft tone, seemingly so focused on covering him from head to toe in stickers. He kept his eyes on you, studying every movement as you paused putting stickers on him to respond to his question. 
“Nope! Now sit still! There are a few more I want to add.”
He watched you place even more stickers upon his chest and stomach. Most of them were quite silly and he didn’t understand the appeal. Seeing you happy was more important to him, though, so he didn’t need to understand. Once you took a long pause on placing stickers on him, Wriothesly had picked up one of the pages and placed one on your forehead. You blushed as you felt him place even more stickers upon your face. 
“Seems like it's my turn to cover you in stickers, my dear.”
He purred out, seemingly happy with the moment he is sharing with you. You blushed as you raised an eyebrow at his comment. Before you could ask what he meant, Wriothesley had brought a heart shaped sticker to your mouth, keeping it closed. He chuckled lowly, smiling at you with a pleased gaze. He kissed your lips as the heart shaped sticker kept them closed. 
“There, now we both are covered in stickers. 
You tried to giggle at his silly actions, but it was muffled by the sticker that he had placed onto your lips. He smiled at you, loving this moment with you. He didn’t want it to end, but of course the moment that thought popped into his head, someone had to interrupt it. Sigewinne had bursted into the office, desperately calling for Wriothesley. He grumbled, putting his shirt back on and leaving, giving you a gentle kiss on your cheek. 
“We’ll pick this up later, just wait for me. Alright dear?” 
You nodded as you tried to smile, the heart shaped sticker preventing you from doing so. He chuckled once more as he walked down the steps to meet with Sigewinne to see what needed his attention so badly. You sat in his chair once more to wait for him to come back. Before he could, you had fallen asleep on his desk, the sticker still on your mouth. It started to fall off and once Wriothesley was back he just smiled at you, picked you up, and placed him on his lap as you both cuddled on his chair. 
“Thank you for coming to see me, Y/n. I really needed it.”
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supraveng · 1 year
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Trying to mend a broken heart
part one
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Summary: you and Bucky don’t get along, constantly pushing each others buttons, this time he may have pushed you too far
 A/N: Non canon; Marvel characters but no superheroes or Avengers; post college AU.....I am focusing on angst for the first few chapters, I’ll decide if it changes to a happily ever after based on feedback 
Word count: 1504
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Walking up to your door, ready to end this horrible day, you heard the crowd of people on the other side before even getting your key out.  Normally you would have been prepared to interrupt Natasha's hangout, even join in, but today you just wanted to curl up in bed and cry.  
You deserved a pity party, and their fun wasn't going to stop you. Making your way into the house you took a deep breath and headed straight for the liquor cabinet.  The group quieted slightly when they saw you come in but continued their conversations while you poured your first drink.  
Throwing it back in one go, you started to pour another when Nat spoke up.  "Hey, you're back early.  How was dinner with Jeffrey?". 
You could tell by her voice that she knew something was wrong and was trying to comfort you by not asking the wrong question.  Humming at her, you brought the glass to your mouth, taking a small sip before responding, "we broke up." 
Taking another full gulp, you looked up at her, trying to put on a brave face. "Actually, that's not true….him and his wife are getting back together…..so I'm not needed" you shrugged then finished the drink in your hand.  
At this point you had everyone's attention and was doing your best to appear strong.  Wanda looked at you concerned, you could tell she wanted to ask more but you decided to get it all out of the way now so you could start to move on. 
 "Apparently he wasn't divorced, they were just separated.  Why is it that every guy I date cheats, or lies or is a convict" you start rambling, only to be interrupted by Yelena. 
"Awe, I miss Joshua, I wonder how he's doing". Sam immediately smacks her arm in warning, "what? He was fun".  Natasha rolls her eyes at her sister before focusing back on you.  
"We ordered Chinese, it should be here any minute and there is plenty, join us and forget about that asshole" Wanda begged you to join them.  Looking around the room, you knew your presence would bring down your friend group and declined.  
You were almost to the stairs, bottle in hand, when you heard Bucky mumble something under his breath, but the way Steve smacked the back of his head, you knew it had to be about you, and for some reason you were willing to confront him about it.  
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Bucky and you got along well the first day you met, but since then, you would both made snide comments to each other, and the longer you've known him, the worst they got.  
"What was that?  I couldn't hear you over here" you looked at him waiting for a response, not sure what to expect. 
"I said that's what happens when you date dirt bags" Bucky told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.  At this point, all the air seem to be sucked out of the room, you couldn't hear anything besides the blood pumping in your ears.  
How dare he judge me? No one moved as you stepped closer to him, and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself from slapping him or breaking down in tears, at this point you weren't sure which way you might go.  
"Thanks for the insight Barnes" you stared him down as best you could.  "I guess I need to break this habit of being attracted to cheating, lying, assholes.  And who better to understand that than you, right?" 
Giving him one last cold glare, you exited the room, headed up the stairs and closed your door as quietly as you could, not wanting him to think he angered you.  He couldn't have that control over you after the way he's treated you tonight and for the last 2 years
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~~~flash back~~~
Natasha and you were finishing up the final touches for your house warming party when she spoke up "so Steve is bringing a friend, he's known him since forever and I think you will really like him".  
She made it seem like an innocent introduction to one of her boyfriends friends but you could tell it was a set up.  
"Oh Nat, don't do this to me.  I'm not mentally prepared to meet someone tonight" you pouted at her.  
"I know what you are thinking, but he's different"
And he was different, Bucky came to the party after everyone else arrived and brought a fun but calming energy to the house the minute he walked in.  He seemed to know everyone already, so Steve introduced you and bragged about you to him and vice versa.  
You and Bucky chatted almost the entire night, he was charming and flirty but in the most sincere way.  The smile never left your face the whole night.  As the party was wrapping up, you gladly gave him your number when he asked and were left breathless by the kiss he gave you before he walked out the door. 
Bucky Barnes had left you blissfully happy when you fell into bed that night.  The following weekend was a get-together at a nearby pub to celebrate Steve's promotion at work, and once again Bucky was the last to arrive.  
Except this time, he had a petite blonde with him when he made his way to the table you were all sitting at. He introduced Britney to the table before heading to the bar for drinks, giving you a small smile as he walked by.  What the hell?  
Not sure what was going on you decided to chat up the newcomer.  "So Britney, how do you know Bucky?" taking a sip of your drink.  She immediately looked at you, and you could tell she was judging you from head to toe, but you couldn't care less.  
Giggling before she answered "I'm his girlfriend, why else would I be here?" Her condescending tone made me want to accidentally spill my drink, but you held back.
"Oh? He hasn't mentioned a girlfriend" you smiled at her, feeling stupid for even expecting anything from him besides flirting last week, but hadn't expected things to die before they started. 
"Well, it's new, it's only been a few weeks" she replied and gave you the once over again, apparently judging your response.  "And I'm not the jealous type, I wouldn't worry about him around someone like you" she smirked knowing exactly how her comment made you feel.  Stupid to think mean girls stayed in high school.  
Trying your best to not lose your composure you smiled "definitely don't have to worry about me, I wouldn't touch him with a 10 ft pole.  I have no interest in catching Chlamydia''. You abruptly stood announcing you were ready to dance and dragged Wanda with you.  
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"What the hell is wrong with you Bucky?" Steve was probably the angriest one in the room now.  When he started dating Nat, he took you under his wing like a little sister and always protected you no matter what.  
Bucky was immediately defensive and glared at Steve, "so I'm the bad guy for telling the truth?" 
He scoffs and pours himself another drink, he did feel a bit guilty but you had said hurtful things to him since that night in the bar when he ran into his neighbor and invited her to join the group since her date stood her up.  
Thinking of that night still upset him, he hadn't even got a chance to talk to you when you decided to talk trash about him to Britney.  
At first he thought it was a joke, but the way you avoided him all night and was dancing with some frat boy the whole time, he knew whatever hope he had last week was ridiculous as you obviously didn't feel the same. 
"I still can't figure out why you two don't get along".  
Bucky growled at Sam's remark, "she has been an insufferable, self centered bitch to me for no reason, I really don't care if her feelings are hurt right now".
 But he did care, he's been defensive around you since that night, not wanting to get too close so you couldn't hurt him, but every time he made a snide remark at your expense, it hurt him more than he was willing to admit.  
It was Wanda who came to your defense, “well Bucky, when you lead someone on when you already have a girlfriend, how do you expect them to react?”   Bucky looked at her completely confused, “what the hell are you talking about?” 
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At this point you were finishing your shower and heard the argument going on downstairs, but assuming it had to do with a game they were playing or something on the tv, you turned on your Bad  Bitches playlist and crawled into bed.   The only thing you wanted right now was to be over this day and have a fresh start tomorrow.   
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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year
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Come Back…Be Here
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: you and Tom have qualms about your first kiss happening in front of a camera, so you do something about it
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“Cut. Everybody take lunch. When we come back, we’ll start with scene 24 B.”
“24 B? Isn’t that the…” You trailed off and looked over at Tom, who was really looking at you with wide eyes.
“Scene where you two kiss? Yep. Sebastian and I already got our seats ready to watch.” Anthony Mackie said as he wrapped an arm around you and Tom and pulled your heads together.
“Oh my God.” You groaned as Tom burned a bright red.
“He’s in our trailer making popcorn right now, but he wanted me to give you these.” Anthony went into his pockets and took out two tubes of chapstick.
“Chapstick? Seriously?” You gave him an unamused look. Tom, on the other hand, took a tube and put it in his pocket for later.
“Seriously.” Anthony nodded. “This is the big kiss in the movie, guys. It’s your characters highly anticipated reunion that the audience has to wait the entire movie to see. Don’t you want it to be good? And cherry flavored?”
“No one’s gonna care about the flavor of our chapstick.” You rolled your eyes.
“You’re right. All they’re gonna care about is how good the kiss is. This kiss is gonna be rewatched for decades to come. Not to put pressure on you guys or anything, but this is the one kiss in this historic movie. It’s gotta be special. People have waited their whole lives to see this movie. On the night it opens, everyone and their mom is gonna be seated with wide, unblinking eyes, ready to watch it. And this kiss has the potential to go down in history as one of the best on screen kisses in movie history. You know, unless you two fuck it up and it ends up going down as one of the most awkward on screen kisses. It’s really up to you guys. No pressure.” Anthony smirked snd patted both your backs.
“Right.” Tom gulped. “No pressure.”
“You’re so immature. We’re gonna be fine. We’re adults. We know how to kiss.” You insisted, making Tom blush again.
“But do you know how to kiss each other?” Anthony asked, making you pause to think. You and Tom exchanged awkward looks before looking away.
“Yeah.” You said without confidence.
“How hard can it be?” Tom laughed nervously.
“I don’t know. What if you noses smush together? What if you both lean the same way? What if you guys finally kiss and realize there is 0 chemistry between you?” Anthony gasped as he planted ideas in your head.
“Shut up, Mackie.” You groaned. “Why don’t you kiss deez nuts if you’re so worried about it?”
“Just think about it, guys. A little chapstick can’t hurt.” He shrugged before walking away. You and Tom stood in awkward silence for a minute as Anthony’s word hung over you.
“You know what? Who cares what he says?” You shrugged. “Let’s go eat something before we have to film the…”
“Kiss?” Tom blushed and finished your sentence for you when you couldn’t.
“Yeah. That.”
“Cool. Let’s go.” He held out his arm and you linked yours through it before waking off set.
A few minutes later, you and Tom were in your trailer while eating lunch and talking about everything but the scene. You avoided bringing it up for as long as you could but when an always silence feel between you, it had to be said.
“It’s gonna be so weird kissing in front of everyone. I can already hear the comments Mackie is gonna make.” You said without looking at him.
“I know. A bunch of dudes behind cameras and the entire Marvel cast watching is not how I imagined our first kiss would be.” Tom sighed in agreement.
“Oh. So you’ve imagined our first kiss?” You smiled coyly and raised your eyebrows at him.
“I don’t know. Maybe.” Tom blushed and looked away from you.
“It’s okay. I have too.”
“You have?” He perked up when he heard this.
“Of course I have.” You shrugged like it was obvious. Maybe it should’ve been obvious, but it still made Tom smile to hear it.
“Well what did you imagine?” He asked timidly. You smiled and held up a finger before brushing the hair off your shoulders.
“Okay. Here’s what I imagined.” You began. “We would be sitting on a couch, probably yours, and we’d be watching something that neither of us were really into but we were too far into it to turn it off. And since we weren’t really enjoying whatever was on the TV, we were talking over it and looking at it every now and then. And our conversation was much more entertaining than the TV, by the way. Then something on the TV would catch my eye and I’d watch it for a second. But instead of looking at the TV too, you’d look at me. And when I catch you looking at me, I ask what you’re looking at. And you get embarrassed and say nothing. So I push you a little and you admit that you were looking at me. And I ask why and you say you’re always looking at me. And I ask why again and you say “can’t help it”. Just like that. Can’t help it. With maybe a little shrug or embarrassed laugh. But I wouldn’t laugh. I’d stare at you for a while and then kiss you. Because that would be the only thing to do in that situation. And that would be our first kiss.”
Tom was silent for a long time after your speech. His mouth was dropped slightly as he stared at you in disbelief. The details told him you’d given this a lot of thought and imagined it hopefully quite a lot. You didn’t know his stunned silence was a good thing, so you tried to fill it.
“Can I explain?” You said quickly. “It’s just, you and I watch movies or shows together a lot. So I kinda wrote a script in my head of a moment that could potentially happen between us. But then I knew that would never happen because I had just imagined it and it would be impossible for my imagination to come true. I don’t know. I do that sometimes. I do it a lot, actually. I know it’s really weird, but I can’t help but write scenes in my head about my real life and how it may play out.”
Tom was silent again as you confessed something you had never told anyone before. He didn’t mean to keep quiet, he was just too deep into his own thoughts that he couldn’t form a word.
“Please say something.” You said after another beat of silence passed.
“I thought I’d kiss you before a premier.” Tom said suddenly. “When you’re in a pretty dress and I’m feeling confident because someone else picked out my clothes. And I’d tell you you were beautiful and then kiss you because I…”
“Because why?” You asked when he trailed off.
“Couldn’t help it.” Tom shrugged and gave an embarrassed laugh. It was your time to be speechless as Tom said the exact right thing. You smiled softly and stared into his brown eyes, seeing something new this time.
“Well it seems we had very different ideas of how our first kiss would be.” You said with a a coy smile.
“It seems we did.” He laughed softly and stared into your eyes. You were both taking one second glances at the others lips but neither of you dared to make the first move.
“I guess now we’ll never know which one of us was right. Or if neither of us were.” Tom said to fill the silence.
“I know. I don’t know why, it it kinda makes me sad. I wish we had more time to know what it would’ve been like before we had to film this scene. I wish it could’ve happened as us, not as our characters, you know?”
“I definitely know.”
“It almost makes me think…” You trailed off as you looked away from him in embarrassment.
“That we should kiss now?” Tom filled in your sentence for you. You looked at him in surprise and his eyes widened.
“I’m sorry. I totally jumped the gun, didn’t I?That’s probably not even what you were gonna say. I assumed and I made things awkward and now you’re probably thinking-“
Tom’s words stopped in his throat when he found himself being pulled into a kiss. You had one hand behind his neck and the other on his cheek as you kissed him. It wasn’t like either of you imagined, but how could it be? Whatever Tom thought he’d feel when he finally got to kiss you was nothing compared to the butterflies erupting inside his system. And it was perfect. Your noses didn’t smush together, you didn’t lean the same way, and the chemistry was evident in the buzzing you felt in your lips as you kissed him. All the pressure melted away and allowed you to be yourselves, alone in your trailer, having your first kiss. Tom cupped your face and kissed you back for as long as you let him. You only broke apart when you heard a pounding on your door followed by,
“Are you both in there? They’re looking for you in costuming.” One of the PA’s voices came from outside your trailer door. You and Tom looked at each other for a moment, both wishing you could stay in this moment just a little longer. But when they knocked on the door again, you got up.
“I’ll see you on set?” You smiled politely before wiping your lips.
“Y-yeah. See you then.” Tom stammered as his face burned.
You and Tom were separated when you were sent to get your costumes on. You watched to catch him before going to the makeup trailer, but he was already gone. He looked for you after getting his hair touched up, but you’d already been taken to set.
Finally, you were reunited on the set when it came time to film the kiss scene. It wasn’t the reunion you were hoping for since there was a camera between you and about a dozen crew members. And sitting with teasing grins right behind the camera crew was Anthony and Sebastian with a bowl of popcorn between them. If you hadn’t already kissed Tom, this might’ve bothered you. But you didn’t pay them any mind and only looked at Tom.
You and Tom snuck glances at each other as the director went over the blocking for the scene but weren’t able to exchange many words. Finally, “action” was called and you filmed the scene. You said your lines, punched a few invisible aliens, and ended it all with a kiss. It was different this time since the setting wasn’t the same, but it felt just as right. You had a moment to look in each others eyes afterwards before being told to take it from the top. You were so focused on each other that the comments and cheers from Anthony and Sebastian didn’t even reach your ears.
You both felt like you were rushing through your lines just to get to the kiss but it ended up working in your favor because the director had you do the scene over and over again until you slowed it down.
“All right. Great work guys. That’s a wrap.” The director called out.
“A wrap? Are you sure you don’t need any other take?” Tom asked, just looking for another chance to kiss you.
“Nope. We definitely got it.”
“Shouldn’t we do one more for safety?” You chimed in, making Tom smile to know you were on the same page.
“I know you’re a perfectionist but trust me, we got the shot. You guys looked great. It was super convincing. It really looked like you guys have been waiting ages to kiss each other.”
“What? That’s crazy.” You laughed awkwardly and looked everywhere but Tom.
“So…one more take?” Tom asked, ignoring everything the director said.
“Come on.” You laughed and linked your arm through his to walk off set together.
When you reached the end of the set right before the pavement that led to the the trailers, Tom froze.
“What’s wrong?” You wondered.
“I don’t want to leave this spot.”
“Why not?”
“Because then it’s over. If I walk off this set, I’m not Peter anymore. And if I’m not Peter, I can’t…”
“Kiss me?” You laughed shyly when he trailed off.
“Well since you asked so nicely.” Tom smirked and went in to kiss you. You laughed and pushed him away but secretly would’ve let it happen. You stayed in that moment for just a second before being interrupted by the one and only.
“There’s the happy couple. You do know the cameras are off now, right Tom? That means no more kissing.” Anthony teased as he wrapped his arms around the both of you again.
“I know that. I just wanted to make sure Y/n knew that.” Tom quickly lied.
“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “Well, all jokes aside, you guys did a great job. The chemistry was great. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you guys were in love.”
“Hahaha. What?” Tom forced a laugh that went in for much too long.
“In love. Imagine that.” You forced a laugh as well and avoided all eye contact. Anthony felt like he had succeeded in his mission to tease the two of you and walked away feeling satisfied. You and Tom stood in silence for a minute, both unsure of what to do next.
“Well, I guess I should probably go return my costume.” You said and nodded towards the costuming trailer.
“Yeah. Me too. I should probably go and do that.” He agreed but made no effort to move.
“Right. What are you gonna do after that?” You asked without looking at him.
“Probably eat, shower, and then go to sleep.” He shrugged. You nodded your head and he couldn’t help but notice you looked a little disappointed.
“Yeah. I’ll probably do the same.” You replied. Tom wondered if he had just missed an opportunity to continue to moment by asking you to eat with him. Before he could fix his mistake, you spoke up.
“I guess I’ll see you later then.” You said with a right smile.
“Yeah. You too.” He said quietly, realizing now that he had let the moment slip from him. You waved to him before walking away and all he could do was watch.
That night, you had trouble falling asleep with everything that was on your mind. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours but when you checked your phone, it had only been 20 mins. You stared up at your ceiling for a minute before letting out a sigh. You knew there was no chance of you going to sleep, so you decided to go see Tom. You got out of your bed and went to open your trailer door. When you opened it up, Tom was standing outside of it with his hand raised as if he was about to knock on your door. He put his hand down and smiled shyly.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” You smiled. “You couldn’t sleep either?”
“No. Too much on my mind.” He said without every taking his eyes off you.
“Same here.” You replied. You stared into each other eyes for a minute, both having so much to say but no idea how to string it into words.
“Tom?” You said finally.
“Yeah?”
“Do you wanna stay in here tonight?” Was all you had to say. Tom immediately stepped into your trailer as he wrapped an arm around your waist. His hands moved up and down your back as he kissed you. You moved backwards together until you fell onto your bed.
“Is this gonna ruin our friendship?” You pulled away to whisper against his lips.
“I hope so.” He laughed and kissed you again.
“I’m serious. Are things ever gonna be able to go back to the way they were?” You asked nervously as you traced patterns on his cheek with your fingernail.
“Do you want them too?” Tom asked with a little disappointment in his voice.
“No.” You shook your head.
“Well good. Me either.” Tom’s lips tugged into a smile before pecking your lips again.
“But what’s gonna happen? We wrap filming in a few days and then we go off to different countries. Who knows when we’ll see each other next?” You frowned and sat back a little as the reality set in. But Tom was determined not to let the moment end. He pulled you into a long kiss and then held your face in his hands.
“I don’t know what happens next.” He admitted. “I don’t even know what happening right now. But I know what I feel. And this feels right.”
And that was all you needed to hear.
A few days later after wrapping on the movie, you drove Tom to the airport for his flight back to London. You walked him as far as you could before saying your goodbyes. You hugged in silence for what felt like hours before he pulled you into a long kiss. You tried to send him on his way, but he pulled you right back into a kiss. He did this a few more times as his flight was called over the loud speaker.
“Okay. That’s the last kiss. You’re gonna miss your flight.” You said once you pulled away.
“One more.” He insisted and cupped your face to kiss you again.
“No more. You need to get onto your plane.” You laughed as he peppered kissed all over your face.
“Okay. Fine.” He playfully rolled his eyes and started to walk away. He walked right back after just a second with a smile on his face.
“Can I have a kiss goodbye?” He asked, making you laugh.
“Tom.” You said pointedly.
“Please?” He whined. “I’m not gonna see you for a month. I need to stock up.”
You couldn’t help but smile and held his hands as you kissed him again.
“Okay. That was the last kiss. For real this time.” You told him.
“Uh uh.” He pulled you back by the hand and kissed you again.
“Tom.” You whined. “As much as I don’t want you to go, I can’t have you miss your flight because of me. Get on your plane.”
“I can’t. I can’t walk away from this yet.” He said, and suddenly, you stopped caring about his flight. You allowed yourself to be selfish and admit you didn’t want him to go.
“I know the feeling.” You said as you stared into his eyes. Tom looked into your for a minute before putting one hand on your face and pulling you into one last, slow, soft, kiss. You didn’t try to push him away this time and let him kiss you for as long as he needed. When he pulled away, he held both your hands and rested his forehead against yours.
“I’ll go. But I need to tell you something first.”
“I need to tell you something too.” You told him as nervous butterflies filled your chest.
“Should we say it at the same time?” He smiled softly.
“Okay. Yeah. Let’s do that.” You nodded and prepared yourself.
“Ready?” He asked you.
“Uh huh. Go.”
“I really like you.” He said at the same time that you said, “I love you.”
You froze for a minute when you realized you’d said too much, but he immediately broke into a smile and laughed.
“Oh thank God. I was totally lying before. I downplayed it in case you didn’t feel the same. I’m in love with you too.” Tom told you.
“You are? You’re in love with me?” You smiled in surprise. He nodded his head and shrugged a little.
“Can’t help it.”
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Whatever It Takes
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Summary: Its 2014 and Vormir, I'm pretty sure you could guess what happens
Warnings: Death. Character Death. Starts of slightly funny and then ANGST ANGST. But.. read the last part
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Vormir 2014
"Wow" You marveled at the beauty of the place "Under different circumstances, this would be totally awesome." you remarked, ever the optimist
" Maybe we should have our wedding here" Natasha deadpanned with a smirk
"Anything you want dear" You shot right back, enunciating on the dear.
As Natasha and Y/N began the ascent, their banter echoed through the barren landscape.
" I bet the raccoon didn't have to climb a mountain."
"Technically, he's not a raccoon, you know" you defended the racoon
"Whatever. He eats garbage."
The banter provided a brief respite, a momentary distraction from the gravity of their journey. Upon reaching the summit, you were greeted by the haunting presence of the Red Skull.
" Welcome"
You drew your weapons ready to engage in a battle if needed.
"Who are you?" Natasha questioned, her fight face on.
" Natasha, daughter of Ivan and [Y/N], daughter of [Y/F/N]. Consider me your guide." His voice, if he were a he, was ominous and deep
"To you, and to all who seek the Soul Stone"
"Oh, good. You tell us where it is. Then we'll be on our way." Natasha replied, ever snarky, which you couldn't help but smile at
"Ah, liebchen– If only it were that easy."
The creature, or Red Skull led you to a cliff
"What you seek lies in front of you... as does what you fear."
"The stone is down there."
" No shit sherlock" you said earning a glare from your girlfriend, to which you sheepishly grinned
"For one of you. For the other... In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul, for a soul."
With those words, you could feel your heart sinking. Sitting on a log a few feet away from the creepy dude, you began to think what to do
" He's probably just making this shit up." you rationalised.
"No. I don't think so." Nat responded firmly denying
" Just cause he knows your daddy's name?" you scoffed " C'mon" It wasn't your intent to be rude, but you weren't willing for either of you to lose your lives
"I didn't. Thanos left here with the stone without his daughter. It's not a coincidence."
You sighed in resentment "Yeah."
"Whatever it takes hmm."
"Whatever it takes."
Your girlfriends stood up, and you mirrored that, standing up too
"If we don't get that stone, billions of people stay dead."
"Then I guess we both know who it's gotta be." You said, clearly meaning yourself
"I guess we do," Natasha replied, taking Y/N's hand in a moment of silent understanding.
"I'm starting to think– we mean different people here, Tasha" you say looking at the way her eyes glimmered.
"For the last five years I've been trying to do one thing: Get to right here. That's all it's been about. Bringing everybody back."
You grew desperate "Oh, don't you get all decent on me now, that's what I've been trying to do too! With you!"
"What, you think I wanna do it? I'm trying to save your life, you idiot." she argued back
" Yeah, well, I don't want you to, because I– Nat, you deserve the world, and you know what I've done"
"I don't judge people on their worst mistakes."
"Maybe you should." You fought back
"You didn't." she pointed out, and you knew there as no way to convince her, you had to something else
" You're a pain in my ass, you know that?"
" And you're the love of my life"
You captured her lips in a soft kiss for one last time before leaning your heads against each other
"Okay, You win"
Nat gave you a grateful smile which only turned into chock as you knocked her to the ground
" Tell my parents and my sister I love them, Tell your sister too, and don't forget the avengers" You say as you run for the cliff,
Natasha, however, returns the favour and tackles you to the ground
"Tell them yourself"
Natasha electrocutes you and she runs towards the cliff. You in a vain attempt get up and throw one of your weapons at her to slow her down before running towards the cliff and jumping. Natasha, again, one upped you and jumped after you, hooking you up with a grappling hook.
"Damn you!" you cursed, as you held on to her
"Let me go." she attempted to coax you.
" No, please no Nat, I'm- I'm not losing you, Please"
"It's okay."
You're eyes were watering now "Please–"
But before you could finish, the redhead kicked against the cliff and falls off, and you watch with your own two eyes the love of your life plummets to her death.
"NATASHA!"
Everything blacked and you came to in a pool of water with the soul stone in her.
" Fuck Natasha" you cried, banging the ground with your hands.
Your Quantum Suit activates and you go back to the present day, knowing you'd alreadly lost your heart and your soul back in Vormir.
PRESENT DAY
"Did we get them all?" Bruce questioned
"You telling me this'll actually work?" Rhodey questioned.
You had come back and were frozen in your spot, your mouth refused to open and your eyes were one step away from bursting open. The rest of them seemed to have noticed the absence of an ever snarky figure.
" Y/n" Clint questioned slowly " Where's Nat?"
Those 2 word seemed to break you, as your knees gave way, and you doubled onto the floor, finally breaking down, your arms vainly punching the ground as Clint too, followed suit dropping on his knees
Outside HQ
" Did she have family" Tony questioned as if he already didn't know
" Yeah" Steve replied " Us"
You shook your head " She has a mother and father too, her sister- her sister was dusted"
Your voice was coarse from crying and you barely had the strength to stand.
Thor, however, seemed confused " What?"
" I just asked hi-"
"Yeah, you're acting like she's dead. Why are we acting like she's dead? We have the stones, right? As long as we have the stones, Cap, we can bring her back, isn't that right? " The god, practically growled "So stop this shit. We're the Avengers, get it together.
"We can't get her back." You said softly, your eyes finally looking away from the water
"Wha– what?:
"It can't be undone. It can't." Clint speaks for you
This made the asgardian laugh " I'm sorry. No offense, but you're a very earthly being. Okay? We're talking about space magic. And "can't" seems very definitive don't you think?"
" Yeah, look, I know that I'm way outside my paygrade here. But she still isn't here, is she?" You snap, your sadness morphing in to anger slowly
"No, that's my point–"
"It can't–" you break so as to give your next words meaning "Be undone."
Your voice begins to raise" Or that's at least what the fucking goddamn red floating guy had to say."
Now you were shouting "Maybe you wanna go talk to him, okay? GO GRAB YOUR HAMMER, AND YOU GO FLY AND TALK TO HIM! TELL HIM TO FUCKING GIVE MY GIRLFRIEND BACK"
And with that your ager is gone as quickly as it comes, and your next words are somber and soft
"It was supposed to be me. She sacrificed her life for that goddamn stone. She bet her life on it."
Tears slipped down your cheeks " She's fucking gone, and its all because of stupid Thanos and and the stupid Red Room and my stupidly lame fighting skills"
"It's my fault" you began to chant repeatedly and Clint had to hug you from the back to ground you. And that when you knew, You were getting your girlfriend back. Fuck what that red dude had to say
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Part 2 anyone?
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you are in love.
tom blyth social media au
pairings: tom blyth x reader
warnings: accused cheating
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
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yninstagram as promised, here's some more bts pics for tbosas. massive thanks to suzanne collins for letting me be apart of your universe 💚
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rachelzegler not that photo of me 😭
↪️ yninstagram sorry babes 🫶🏻🫶🏻. forgive me?
↪️ rachelzegler always 🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️
tomblyth did me dirty with that photo when I know you took hundreds of nicer ones
↪️ yninstagram sorry not sorry, just giving the fans what they want 😘
hunterschafer it was so lovely to finally be in a project together ❤️
↪️ yninstagram here's to hoping there's more 🥂❤️
user is that y/n with tom in the 2nd pic?? they look awfully close
↪️ user back off and leave the cheating rumours alone. y/n confirmed that they were only friends during filming
↪️ user exactly!! leave them alone!! plus, they were probably just going over the script or something. it's not your business dude.
user these photos are everything
user everyone say thank you to y/n for listening to the fans and giving us more bts pics
user y/n stoppp, I can't fall in love with snow again
user can't decide if tom's hotter with blonde hair or brown
↪️ yninstagram I've been asking myself the same thing
↪️ user 😂 she's one of us!!!!
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yninstagram happy 10 year anniversary to my marvel debut (and also CATWS). huge thanks to @/robertdowneyjr for being the best onscreen dad, let's be in another project together soon pls ❤️
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rachelzegler omg forgot that you were in the mcu!! iconic behaviour
↪️ yninstagram little me was really living the dream!!
tomblyth can't wait to see what the future of the mcu holds in store for you ❤️
↪️ yninstagram love you tom ❤️
↪️ user omg confirmed y/n return to the mcu??
↪️ user I hope so!! missed her character so much!!
zendaya happy 10 years to my favourite marvel character
↪️ tomholland2013 hey, what about me? :((
↪️ zendaya I said what I said 🤷🏻‍♀️
↪️ tomholland2013 no, but for real @/yninstagram, congrats on making it a whole decade in the mcu. it's awesome to be able to share a screen with you xx
↪️ yninstagram aww, thanks guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻. let's meet up next time I'm in town 💕💕
jacobelordi you used to be so cute. what happened? 😂
↪️ yninstagram shut up (said with love 🫶🏻)
user are you coming back to the mcu??
↪️ yninstagram you'll have to ask the marvel execs, sorry lovely. I wish I knew x
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yninstagram award show season was a blast 🥂💜
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tomblyth stunning 😍😘
↪️ yninstagram no, you 😘x
rachelzegler obsessed with you 😍😍😍
↪️ yninstagram I expect nothing less 🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️❤️
joshandresrivera I wanna know what was said to make you pull that face in the 3rd photo
↪️ yninstagram probably someone bringing up that once again I wasn't nominated smh 😤
user mother is mothering 😍😍😍
user you were snubbed. you should've been nominated 😤
↪️ user for real!!!
↪️ user she defo deserves an award, but I don't think any of her projects last year (other than tbosas) was really award worthy. don't get me wrong, they were brilliant. but they weren't on the same level as the stuff that was nominated
↪️ user 100%
user you just know she's so fun to hang out with
↪️ user for real!! she emits such friendly energy
user what's the new project??
↪️ user wdym??
↪️ user she posted a story the other day with the caption "new project pending"
↪️ user it's probably stranger things season 5 tbh
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tomblyth super proud of you ❤️❤️
↪️ yninstagram ❤️❤️
camillaluddington welcome to the family ❤️
↪️ yninstagram thanks for letting me join ❤️
rachelzegler watching you get your dream roles is the best thing in the world 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻. endlessly proud of you bby 💕💕💕
↪️ yninstagram stoppp, you're making me cry 😭💕💕
hunterschafer we better be having a watch party at your house
↪️ yninstagram of course!! ❤️
joshandresrivera iconic
taylorswift big fan of this news!! congrats lovely ❤️
↪️ yninstagram love you!!! ❤️❤️
jacobelordi how the hell did you manage to keep this a secret??
↪️ yninstagram it was a real struggle
zendaya insanely proud of you!! 💕
↪️ yninstagram 😘
user I hope you're in it for at least more than one episode
↪️ user same, tho I doubt she'll become a series regular
user omg!!!
user congrats!!!
user yes yes yes!!!
user ooh, who are you playing??
user this is so cool!!! love greys anatomy!!!
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parts 5 and 6 will probably be the last parts to this social media au, unless there's anything you guys want me to write for this series
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The Moon (Ominis Gaunt x Reader/MC)
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Characters: Ominis Gaunt x Reader/MC
Type: a bit of angst, fluffy, hurt/comfort, can be read as platonic or romantic
Words: 1822
Warnings: mentions of human remains (Noctua), Sebastian being kind of a dick
A/N:
I was really bothered by the fact that Noctua's remains were just...left there like that, so I decided to rewrite that part
This happens during the In the Shadow of the Study quest
Some spoilers
Was somehow inspired by The Moon by Amorphis and this art by pasta as avatar on Twitter
Reader will be referred to as MC
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"A-Are you alright?" Ominis put his hand on the damp wall of the Scriptorium as he crouched in front of you. He sounded terrified and you wondered if it was because of you or if your screams had brought back bad memories. You were breathing heavily, having just taken the Cruciatus Curse instead of Sebastian. The freckled boy had apologised and told you he wouldn't forget your gesture, you'd both heard it. But then he moved on quickly and eagerly, wanting to explore the next room. You and Ominis stayed behind.
You nodded, licking your trembling lips before answering him. "That pain - it was excruciating... But yeah, I'm fine... I'll survive. Thanks, Ominis." He would've touched your hand, your shoulder or your back, just to give you a bit of comfort. But he remembered how sensitive his entire skin felt after the curse's effect had worn off. The pain felt as if it came alive with every extra and unwanted touch.
"Can you get up?" He asked you, suddenly aware of the fact that the door might close again and trap you two inside. He wouldn't be able to do what Sebastian had done to you. And accepting another round of Crucio, even after all those years? Highly unlikely.
"Yeah... Can you help me up a little? My legs are still shaking a bit."
"Yes, of course. Here." He placed his hand palm up for you and you gently grabbed it before tightening your hold on it. It was warm, though you could feel how cold his fingers were. You wondered if he was just as scared to be in Salazar's Scriptorium or if it was about the Cruciatus Curse. You both got up and breathed out, still feeling some of the pain resurfacing with your movement.
"Okay... All good. Thank you, Ominis." He only nodded and you smiled at him before you both faced the exit of the room. You looked down and gulped. Noctua's bones were still on the ground, forgotten and damp for who knows how long. You felt terrible about her fate, especially knowing how kind she was to Ominis and how much she meant to him. You couldn't help yourself.
"Hey, Ominis..."
"Hmm?"
"I was wondering... I hope you won't be upset with me for this... But..." You stopped talking, wondering about how to word your tentative request.
"What is it?" He asked you, distantly hearing Sebastian marvelling at whatever he had found in the next room.
"Your aunt, Noctua... Would it...be okay if we finally got her out of here? And give her a proper burial? It doesn't feel right to leave her here, in this damp, dark and scary place." Ominis froze at your words.
He couldn't see anything - not the darkness, the door with the agonised faces, whatever lay ahead... But he could feel the oppressive air and the dampness of the entire place. How terrified must she have been in here, by herself, knowing there was no escape for her because she was all alone? Knowing that there was no one there to hurt or who would hurt her so she would escape? He couldn't bear to think about it. He just hoped she was in a better place and watching over him.
"Ominis? I'm very sorry for bringing it up. I was really disrespectful just now. I shouldn't have-"
"No, it's okay. Let's... Let's get her out of this terrible place. Please." You'd read and given him his aunt's letter, unprompted by anything but the desire to give him some closure regarding his aunt's untimely death. It almost seemed to be burning the inside of his pocket. And now you were kind enough to think about her - someone you'd never met and a complete stranger.
And Ominis couldn't help remembering his aunt the way he remembered her. Her perfume. Her gentle touch whenever she would caress the top of his head as he told her something new he'd learned that day. When she'd play the piano for him. Or read to him. Even when they'd go out with the rest of the family and have a very rare outing that didn't end up terribly. Her praises and kind words were the only good ones he'd ever heard from someone in the Gaunt family.
He heard you say 'Accio' and heard the noise of the bones as they rattled and lifted off the ground, his stomach going up in knots. You quickly took off your coat and put the bones inside, making sure to keep them safe until you were out. Then you grabbed Ominis' hand, gently pulling him along into the Scriptorium. You felt as if he needed the contact. And you weren't going to lie, you needed it, too.
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Once you were back outside into the hallway of the dungeons close to the Slytherin common room, you and Ominis breathed a sigh of relief. Sebastian seemed to be full of adrenaline and bid you good night before promising to send you an owl the moment he found something worth looking into. Which left you and Ominis in the dim light of the quiet corridor.
"Ominis?" Your voice was quiet, as you'd been in deep thought while carrying Noctua's remains.
"Yes, MC?" His voice was equally quiet, just as lost in thought as you. He turned to you, his wand at his side as it faintly pulsed red.
"Have you thought of a place?" Ominis stayed quiet, looking at the ground. Considering his lack of sight, it was a bit hard to think of a specific place. But he did think of something else.
"Not really... But I do believe I know what she would've liked." You perked up, unable to stop the smile from overtaking your lips. "She liked the Black Lake. She said it calmed her whenever she'd take a walk around it, whether by day or night. She claimed she had seen both the merpeople and Giant Squid. Apparently, she managed to tickle its tentacles on a few sunny days, when it allowed her and she even fed it a few times." He briefly chuckled, the sound making you smile wider and look at him fondly. You were glad at least one person in his family was able to offer him some good memories as a child. "I don't know how true that is, but I'd like to believe she was honest about it." He was quiet again, seemingly searching his memories with a little smile on his face. "Unfortunately, the layout of the Black Lake's surroundings and views are a pretty foreign concept to me."
You hummed. "Well, I think I know a place. It's pretty high up, on a cliff, but it's overlooking both the lake and Hogwarts. I've been there a few times. And based on what you've told me, I think she would like it."
"Then let's go." He began walking and your eyes widened as you ran to catch up with him.
"Right now? But it's past curfew. What if we get caught? It wouldn't matter too much to me, I can get out of it. But I wouldn't want you to get into trouble." Ominis chuckled.
"You almost sound like Sebastian." His words made you blush a little, feeling as if your friend's rebelliousness had rubbed off on you. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be fine. Now come on."
"Okay...we're here... Phew..."
You two walked through the castle and outside, making a brief stop at the caretaker's rooms to get a shovel. Then it was around the lake and up the hills until you reached the cliff.
The wind was strong and cold, despite it being the end of spring, and you two had been holding hands for the better half of the journey. You told yourselves that it was so none of you would trip and fall. Thankfully, neither of you could see the other's flushed face. You panted while Ominis breathed in the crisp air, both of your robes flying behind you from the wind. It almost felt as if it could knock you back if you weren't careful enough. Though with how tight you and Ominis gripped each other's hands, you doubted it would happen.
"What does it look like?" He asked you, a little winded and wishing he could see.
"It's pretty dark, unfortunately, though I think the moon might come out from behind the clouds later. The lake is shining and it's calm. The water shines as it ripples and the lights of the castle look really small from here and cosy. Kind of like Hogsmeade. Everything looks like it's ready for a postcard." Ominis smiled at your description, trying to imagine it. He wondered if his aunt had ever been there and if she'd like the place you both chose.
You found a nice spot beneath the shade of one of the nearby trees with a picturesque view and started digging. At one point, Ominis took over until you deemed the hole to be deep and wide enough for the burial. You conjured a beautiful ornate box and placed Noctua's remains neatly before closing it softly. Then you turned to Ominis.
"Ominis? Would you like me to-"
"No, I... I'll do it. Thank you." You passed the box to him before watching him kneel and place it in the hole. You heard Ominis mumble something and turned away, trying not to eavesdrop on whatever he was saying. Then he got up and picked up the shovel, burying the box. When he was done you came to his side, your hand going to his back and rubbing comfortingly.
"Did she like flowers?" You asked him, looking at his face and eyeing both the little constellation of moles on his cheek, as well as his unique eyes. He only nodded, looking at you with raised eyebrows. "Then, may I try something?" Again, another nod from him.
You took your wand out and pointed it at the disturbed soil. Wordlessly, you moved your wand upwards, a soft sound erupting from it as colourful flowers appeared and bloomed. Now they covered not only the grave, but the area surrounding the tree as well, to make it appear a little more natural. It was also in case anyone wanted to take some flowers.
"I heard a sound. What was that?"
"Wildflowers. Professor Garlick told me about this spell and I liked it enough to ask her more and research it so I could learn." Ominis smiled and nodded, bending to touch the petals tenderly before he straightened up. He was sure they were beautiful and that Noctua appreciated them, too.
"Thank you, MC. For everything up until now." You only grabbed his hand in response and smiled, feeling him squeeze back.
A few minutes later, you both started walking back towards the school still hand in hand, the moon now illuminating your path as a gentle breeze blew by.
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🎆 Hey J!! Congrats on your 1.5 followers I'm so proud of you girl!! So for my request I was wondering if it could be a Peter Parker one where y/n is somehow transported into Spider-Man: Homecoming, Spider-Man: Far From Home, or Spider-Man No Way Home you pick and chaos ensues 💜
Multiverse : Peter Parker x Real-world!Reader
Descr: short fic in which y/n finds herself in her favorite movie and has to decide how to proceed.
Warnings: I’m not really great at these kind of AUs but other than that, I can’t think of any but let me know!
This sucks; I'm sorry, nothing was coming to me
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Y/n bounced her right leg nervously as she looked around. She didn’t understand what was going on. One second she had been rewatching the latest Spider-Man movie, No Way Home from the comfort of her apartment. The next, she was standing in front of a glowing circle, identical to the ones that were portals in the movie she’d been watching. She hesitated briefly but nevertheless let her courage guide her into the multi-dimensional opening.
Y/n squinted as her eyes adjusted to her new surroundings. She quickly realized she’d somehow seemingly entered into the Marvel Cinematic Universe. How that was possible, she wasn’t certain. Had it not been for her literally pinching herself several times, she’d have thought she was simply dreaming. But she wasn’t. This was real.
Y/n slowly made her way across the bridge, stopping the moment she heard the fighting begin. She was actually in No Way Home.. or… in the universe that held the No Way Home events..? She wasn’t sure how to phrase it, it was all so bizarre. Either way, she knew from having seen the movie countless times already, that she ought to run and hide unless she wanted Dr. Octavius or Green Goblin to harm her.
Y/n let her feet guide her away from the immediate threat, only looking up when her legs came to a halt. She blinked rapidly as she found herself standing in front of Doctor Strange’s Sanctum. Of course she’d managed to make it here. Perhaps she should just go with the flow and try to help. After all, she knew how things would go, maybe she could prevent Tom Holland’s char Peter from getting hurt and May from dying.
That idea turned out too optimistic as Peter understandably was weary of y/n. It was one thing to bring people who knew him/Spider-Man from other universes. But a universe in which he was actually just a character and not real, that was another thing to digest. Nevertheless, Peter didn’t want to take any chances so he let her help him, Ned, and MJ.
It was a bit difficult at first to get Peter to trust her. As in his eyes, she seemed to be able to tell the future and was offering to stop the bad things before they happened. Luckily, having seen Far From Home, y/n understood why he was so weary of such a thing being too good to be true. So even when Peter trapped her in a sheet of webs as he demanded answers he could understand, she remained calm.
Once he had heard her out and understood that she meant no harm, Peter let y/n guide him on what to do and what not to do. There were some moments of chaos nonetheless as they were trying new things that y/n knew Peter hadn’t done in the movie before. But, she figured it was worth all the danger and chaos because she was helping her favorite superhero.
Only that too was much more intense than y/n had anticipated. Yet, she was simultaneously thrilled to be playing an active part in the movie she loved so much. Especially since they were now near the ending and May hadn’t died!
The only issue is y/n now had to return to her own universe. As much as she wanted to stay and make a place for herself in this one, she refused to risk ruining the MCU by accident. So, with a sigh, y/n closed her eyes as she said goodbye to this universe before stepping back into hers.
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I know you’ve gotten asks already talking about how happy they are that you’re going more in depth on the subject of Vox being trans in your next installment, but I can’t help myself… I’m so excited that you’re writing about that. It can be difficult to find trans rep in fandom spaces sometimes and your stories are so well written that this is like a gift from god. SO ANYWAY I’m super happy and your works are amazing and I just hope you know how many people value your works for all that they give.
Secondly, I was wondering whether or not Vox would have been trans on earth or just in hell? I mean I’m sure it would be difficult considering the time period but I also couldn’t think of a reason why he would be cis on earth but trans in hell. UNLESS he realized he was trans in hell/was finally able to do something about it?? Anyway, all of this is just speculation, I am only curious!!
Regardless, great work. It genuinely means a lot to me, if no one else :)
Oh, man, I'm ngl, one of my little, "Wait! I can do anything I want!!!!" moments of going mad with power once I got more and more experience at writing was realizing that I could just trans anyone's gender at-will and I didn't need anyone's permission for that. I still remember the first time I quietly decided an OC of mine was trans (love you, Laledy, you obnoxious asshole). I'm always a little apprehensive to start writing trans characters in new fandoms, mostly because I've been in a number of fandoms that have corners that get very tetchy about their weird gender role stuff, but it's consistently been met with such a positive reaction that it really brings me joy. So thank you so very, very much!!
My personal take on Vox in 666 specifically (a lot of which isn't going to come up because he does not want to get into it) is that he wasn't personally really in a position or environment conducive to considering trans-ness as, like, a thing that happens when he was alive, and he put his all into putting on The Correct Gender Performance with the vim and aplomb that we see from him in canon, plus all the underlying bullshit that goes into maintaining that facade. So, y'know. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, minus the Jewish. Which did not do amazing things for his mental health, not that he let himself pay attention to that at the time!
And then he wakes up, in hell, with this weird-ass demon body with a television for a head, and - well, it just makes sense to present as a man at that point, doesn't it? Hell is dog-eat-dog, and he's not going to pick the submissive gender to put himself on the back foot from the start!
He figures out what the fuck being trans even is eventually, just. Not for a while, and not until after someone like Valentino, having known and assumed that Vox is trans as a given for fucking months, mentions it offhandedly to Vox, who had been mentally describing himself as "just lying about his sex like those girls in stories that get shit done by dressing up as men". Then he gets to have his own little spiral about it, and also why it's upsetting him, and why he felt so vulnerable about Valentino knowing, and why Valentino specifically, Mr. Fishnets, Heels, and Microminis, is the one that ended up in a position not only to know this about Vox but for Vox to feel comfortable having any kind of sex with. It wasn't something Vox had to analyze back when it was just "her" freaky boyfriend being into pegging!
Okay, fuck, I have even more feelings about trans Vox than I thought I did, hahahaha.
Might fuck around and write a staticmoth-centric prequel interlude at some point if I have the brain cells for it. Vox is a lot more confident and comfortable with his gender now, to the point where he can absolutely see fucking around in a dress for kinky reasons as crossdressing and not being forced back into a box that doesn't fit, but it'd be neat to explore the earlier days. Val isn't here for gender, he's here to be sexy, but Vox... this IS the origin of the daddy kink, just saying.
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Personal review regarding what if…? season 2 episode 8 (spoilers)
No ok, I must admit, the episode was good in some aspects.
Wanda was majestic. Loki and Scott were hilarious and I loved every single moment with them.
Thor was amazing, dark and serious out of loss but still enjoyable, and the crumbs of his relationship with Hela were very nice.
I’ve actually liked Tony for the very first time in my life, probably because I tend to like him a lot more in AUs and fanfictions than I do in the normal timeline.
And then… there were those two.
I will never comprehend why marvel wants Steve to be so dependent on Peggy. And I will never comprehend why, to make him interact with her, they have to destroy or sideline every other relationship he has built, or make his character flat.
Bucky being friends with Scott was amazing, but the fact that him and Steve interacted like two times was extremely disappointing. You’d expect “best friends in every universe”, if you dislike the romantic pairing so much, to acknowledge themselves for more than a few scenes, in only one of which they’re in frame together (Bucky was literally 😐 while his best friend disappeared, come on now).
And the storyline about Peggy coming from another world to save the universe was just… Mbah. It could’ve been executed in another way without including her and it still would have made sense. It really feels like a Y/N insert.
Seeing literally any other character was so good, so fun, and they had to ruin it this way, making Peggy once again the self insert and girlboss she didn’t need to be.
Plus, forgive my constant complaining, but it’s extremely infuriating how all of Steve’s friends were eliminated to put the focus solely on Peggy. Where’s Sam? Where’s Nat? Where’s Clint? It’s not an underrated friendship we’re talking about, a big chunk of the fandom loves the cap quartet or team cap, and after civil war it would have been nice to see them interact, especially after its popularity and popular demand. Outlaw team cap would have been glorious, a good chance to bring back many characters who aren’t here anymore in the right way, and involve characters that are rarely involved in What if in the storyline, for a change.
The treatment of Sam in this series particularly angers me, and even more so in this episode. I understand not involving him in other storylines, but Sam was a big part of CATWS and he wasn’t even in the episode centered on that film. What, because Steve met him while running he can’t be introduced in any other way? And oh, there’s no excuse for this episode. If there was one episode they could have placed Sam in, it was this one. Sam was there in infinity war, where the mess happened, and he should have been with the other avengers in this one.
If marvel wanted to involve someone from another universe so bad, it should have been a Captain America Sam from another universe. Can you imagine the poetry of seeing Steve and Nat again after endgame? Can you imagine having closure with them both, and having fun in the process? It would have been so great.
Another great storyline without involving characters from other universes would have been one where Steve, who touched the time stone, accidentally brought everyone in the past, and he was the only one to remember it. And to go back and prevent everyone’s distraction, he had to recruit the avengers, who don’t know him and don’t trust him but that in the end become his friends and companions. It would have been so interesting to see the original avengers involved in something different from being some side characters or extras in the one woman show that seems to be What if, constantly centered around the same bland, one dimensional reimagined side character. Peggy’s blandness is so obvious in these episodes (aside for some random remarks that made me smile) that literally everyone who’s involved directly with her must be bland like her, otherwise risking to overshadow her.
I don’t think I was supposed to cringe and look away as much as I did during Steggy’s forced scenes, but I did. If they had to force Steggy and Peggy down our throats, at least they could have done something different from the same bland and boring storyline as always. I wouldn’t be as mad as I am now if Peggy and Steve’s relationship wasn’t as bland. I would have preferred an enemies to lovers type of twist or change, where Steve doesn’t trust Peggy and struggles with her because he sees in her a different version of the Peggy that died in that universe. But noooo, god forbid, let’s go with the same old song.
An episode five or ten minutes longer with a better, avengers-centric or Steve-centric storyline would have been much better than what we got.
And given that this was my most anticipated episode, I was very disappointed by it. I hope for the next seasons, if there’s other ones, Marvel will listen to the general complaint regarding Peggy and will give her a break. I don’t think any of the original avengers or relevant MCU characters made as much appearances as Peggy, and being a main focus in four episodes out of nine is ridiculous.
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I would love to read something about Matt Smith as Milo Crown from Morbius. I don’t know if you have watched it or if you like it but I feel like reading some fluff / smut with him would be so cute. Like turning the bad ones into good ones just for her is my favorite. Maybe he‘s been in love with her forever and gets jealous of Michael? Maybe he questions her love for him and gets all insecure and she shows him how much she loves him ?? Or maybe just some waking up next to each other stuff or anything if you‘re up to it.
Him Or Me
Milo Crown x Reader
Summary: "Between the two of us, you always chose Michael," he mutters softly all of a sudden. "I only chose Michael because you keep turning me away!" I quip back, face moving closer to his, "you never let me get close to you unless he's around.
Word Count: >800
Warnings: gender neutral reader, jealousy, mentions/depictions of violence during a heated argument, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: i was meant to write this the moment i got it but ???? it died????? HHAAHAHHA anyway ever since i watched Morbius (solely for my husband matt HAHAH) i was like 'aint no way his character doesn't have fics' and the urge to write fics for him was strong. tbh i didn't think the movie was as bad???? as everyone was making it out to be???? (maybe im blinded by how amazing matt was in it what a fking simp) i mostly just thought it was very confusing ??? and cliche ig ??? its a marvel film ya know, i feel like marvel films have been reaching a decline in soul as of late anyway enough for that hot take i hope you like it lovie. it turned into an angst prompt though so ..... lolol AHHHAAH also of course we have to add this scene as the gif AHHAHAH iconic Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx
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"Stop bringing Michael into this," I snap, pointing a finger at him.
Milo scoffs, "and why wouldn't I be bringing him into this?"
He snarls as he walks past me. I grit my teeth, watching him move to his table to pour himself a cup of gin.
"Because he's not part of this conversation, Milo!"
He laughs as the alcohol spills into his cup. He puts the bottle down and turns to me, raising his glass, "that's funny," he takes a sip, then keeps the object by his lips, "you say that as if it's ever just the two of us doing something. I can never get you alone," he brings the glass down and laughs again, "you like him too much."
"Are you fucking hearing yourself right now?" I wave my hands, "I'm here with you aren't I? I'm concerned with what's happening with you, not Michael."
Milo chucks his glass across the room, "NO!"
I cringe and cover the sides of face with my hands.
"You're HERE," he walks over to me, "because Michael called you. You're doing this for him!"
My breath hitches as Milo stands in front of me with a scowl and a heaving chest. I look up at him as I slowly drop my hands. I feel my eyes water at the severity of his tone, the accusation that I did not care for him.
"Between the two of us, you always chose Michael," he mutters softly all of a sudden.
I flare. "I only chose Michael because you keep turning me away!" I quip back, face moving closer to his, "you never let me get close to you unless he's around!"
His face twitches. He lets out an airy chuckle under his breath. He shakes his head, "liar," he grits his teeth and rather painfully admits in a low voice, "I always want you around."
I scoff at him and straighten up, "and what you're doing now is a good indication of that, huh?"
Milo's eyes begin to glass.
I release a shudder as a tear rushes down my face. I look away from him and wipe my tears, but then Milo catches my face as he releases a breathy curse, "fuck- I..."
I shake away from his hold and I move off to the door.
With his newfound powers, which was the reason for this argument in the first place, he runs up to me and blocks my way. Milo clutches my shoulders and shakes his head, "please, don't leave."
I clench my jaw, "you don't seem particularly willing to listen to me."
"Please," he steps forward.
I release a breath, "Milo-"
His hands come to my cheeks, "please."
"I don't-"
My words are cut off by the press of his lips on mine. He leans into me and pulls me in, the warmth of his body mingles with mine. He tastes like gin, but he smells as nice as he always does. My hands come to his torso as he slowly deepens the kiss and slides his tongue against my lips.
When we break away for a breath, Milo presses his forehead on mine and heaves. His breathing is too heavy to be the consequence of mere kissing. He huffs, "I haven't had the balls to tell you that I have been in love with you since the day you laughed at my jokes."
I look at him as he tucks hair behind my ear.
"I'm sorry I... blew up on you," he rubs my cheek, "or scared you," he shakes his head, "I would never hurt you."
"Milo..."
"I just figured I wouldn't have a chance with you anyway, especially not when Michael was... well, Michael, and I was me."
I knit my brows and shake my head, "you're a fucking idiot."
He nods, "I am. I know that-"
I cut him off this time and take my turn at cupping his face.
When we pull away, I look at him and comb his hair back. He looks at me with slightly parted lips. I press mine into a soft smile as I take his hands and place them on my waist. I lick my lips "has it never even once occurred to you that I do the shit that I do because I... like you?"
Milo's brows knit a fraction. He blinks. Then, he pulls closer to him. I bring my hands to his chest as we look at each other.
He tilts his head then slowly, his lips curve into a small smile. He releases a chuckle as I rub his chin with my thumbs. He leans into me, "you like me?"
I scoff out a chuckle and roll my eyes.
"Or... is it my money?" he hums with a lopsided smile.
I throw my head back as I laugh. I look back at him as he rubs my sides affectionately. I sigh and shake my head, "you caught me," I raise my hand, "hand over your wallet."
Milo does not hesitate, one hand leaving me to fish for the object in his back pocket.
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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅
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pairing: natasha romanoff x reader
summary: you and natasha hate each other, however those feelings are put aside once you get hurt on a mission and new ones are brought to the surface.
warnings: swearing, teeny tiny bit of angst, fluff
words: 3855
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From the moment you joined the avengers one thing was made clear. Natasha Romanoff hated you. Whatever you did, good or bad, Natasha always managed to find a way to dislike you even more.
Natasha made it her mission to let her detest for you be known. At first she’d let out little comments that could be taken as a joke but then it would quickly escalate if you’d say something back.
What the avengers didn’t understand was that Natasha never had a reason to hate you. You were responsible on missions and always got the job done, rarely getting yourself or others into trouble.
Fury spoke highly of you, trying not to inflate your minuscule ego. The rest of the avengers got along well with you, your charismatic character always managed to bring a smile to everyone’s faces. So why the hell did Natasha Romanoff not like you?
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It was 6 in the morning when you were rudely awoken by your alarm. Recently you have been taking missions left right and centre, trying to improve on whatever you can. Although you’ve upped your abilities, you’ve lost a lot of sleep.
You sigh softly once the hot water slowly starts to relax your tense, achy muscles. You take your time in the shower basking in the peace for a little moment before you have to engage with the real world.
Wrapping a towel around your body, you let your wet hair cascade down your back before stepping out of the bathroom.
“What the fuck?” You jump as you see Natasha standing in your room with her back to you as she looks at the little things littering the top of your desk.
“Didn’t know you liked to read?” Natasha said as she turned around with a teasing smile adorning her face. Standing in front of you, Natasha held out ‘credence’ by Penelope Douglas. “Actually, I didn’t know you could read.”
You didn’t even think before you practically sprinted over to grab the book off Natasha. Once you took a hold of the book you shielded it with your body and backed up from the redhead.
“Very protective.” Natasha smirked.
“What are you doing here?” You asked as you placed the book down on your bedside table before crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly causing you to show a little more cleavage to the woman in front of you.
“We’ve all got a mission.”
“Okay? Couldn’t Friday have told me that?” You questioned, really wondering why Natasha was in your room.
“But then I would’ve missed you looking like this.” Natasha remarked as she slowly let her eyes rake up and down your body.
“Get out.” You huffed as you made your way towards the older woman, ushering her out of your room.
“We’re leaving in twenty.” Natasha said as she stood at your door. “Don’t be late.”
You didn’t stay anything; shutting the door on Natasha’s face. You didn’t even make it to your wardrobe to get out your suit before Natasha had messaged you.
Try not to fuck everything up today.
Sent 6:45am
I don’t fancy getting shot, I wouldn’t mind if it happened to you though.
Read 6:47am
Fuck off and wait at the jet.
Read 6:48am
Hurry up then.
Sent 6:48am
Not even ten minutes later you were walking your way towards the jet where the Avengers were waiting for you and Tony.
“About time you got here.” Natasha said as her gaze was fixated on her weapons. “We were going to leave without your sorry ass.”
“Shut up Romanoff.” You muttered.
“What was that?” Natasha asked as she looked up from her widow bites and at you.
“Calm down Romanoff.” Steve said as he walked onto the jet with Tony trailing behind him, looking like he’s serving a very bad hangover. “Let’s save that energy for the enemy.”
“Whatever.” Natasha scoffed before walking her way to the front of the jet; starting it up now everyone was ready.
“What’s up her ass this morning?” Tony questioned as he sat beside you.
“Apparently not y/n.” Clint remarked as he walked passed and sat next to Natasha in the cockpit of the Quinjet.
“What!” You exclaimed, jumping out of your seat to hit Clint for his little comment.
“Sit back down y/n. We’re about to take off.” Clint chuckled as he started to flick multiple buttons before placing his headset.
“Wouldn’t want to hurt yourself now would you y/l/n?” Natasha teased.
You huffed and sulked your way back to your seat next to Tony who was happily chuckling to himself.
The flight wasn’t too long as you were only flying to Peru. So it meant everyone had to be ready as quickly as possible.
Steve gave everyone a run down on what was to happen, having been given information by Wanda and Vision, who were on a stake out for a week, surveying the area.
“Ten minutes away from landing cap.” Clint shouted over his shoulder.
“Right, we’ll be in duos entering from different entrances. Hopefully as quickly and as quietly as possible to avoid any unwanted attention.”
“It’s too early for this.” Tony mumbled as he leaned his head on your shoulder.
“Way too early.” You whispered back.
“Clint, you're with me. Tony and Thor, you’re together and finally Romanoff and y/l/n.”
“You’re joking.” You shouted.
“Yeah, absolutely not.” Natasha exclaimed. “I am in no way being partnered with them.”
“I don’t care, you either get the mission done or you're benched for a month.” Steve said in an authoritative tone.
“I don’t mind that actually.” You mumbled as you reflected on the many missions you’ve been on in the past couple of weeks.
“Then you’ll be put on even more missions instead.” Steve huffed.
“Fine.” You complained. “If I die, it was all Romanoff’s fault.”
“If I come back, and that’s a big if, with so much of a scratch you are dead y/l/n and that’s even if you manage to get back.” Natasha sneered.
“We’re going to end up killing each other instead of the enemy, Steve!” You proclaimed. “I don’t do anything and she hates my guts.”
“It’s hard not to.” Natasha said to herself.
“Shut up!” Steve shouted. “You’re both partners and you are going on the mission whether you like it or not. Now drop the attitude and get ready, we’re here.”
“Alright, dad.” You mumbled making Tony let out a small chuckle. “What’s our job?”
“You and Natasha are collecting intel.”
“Should be easy.” Natasha shrugged as she clipped her gun into her leg holster.
“Anything specific?” You questioned.
“Anything you can get.”
“You got it.” You nodded and Steve placed his hand on your shoulder. He would always appreciate how you would set everything aside so you were completely focused on your mission.
The back of the Quinjet opened up and everyone made their way out and made their way to their respected job.
It wasn’t hard to get into the building and it was quiet, unusually quiet. Something seemed severely off and you didn’t like it one bit.
“Don’t be a pussy.” Natasha chuckled as she made her way down a corridor with you following. “Having it quieter makes the job easier for us.”
“Somethings wrong.” You said as you looked at your surroundings.
The flickering lights were tormenting you with each step you took. The quietness yelling at you to turn and run the other way.
“In here.” Natasha said as she opened a door to a room.
Once the two of you were in the room it was pitch black and you couldn’t see anything so yours and Natasha’s first thought was to find a light switch.
Whilst looking for one you spot a little red dot. Furrowing your eyebrows you look around, squinting to find absolutely anything and something catches your eye.
This time you see a green spot on a wall next to you. Holding your breath, you knew what this meant. You weren’t alone.
Slowly making your way over to Natasha you quietly stand behind her and wrap an arm around her and place a hand over her mouth.
“Don’t make a sound.” You whisper. “We’re not alone.”
Natasha turned in your arms and gave you a confused glance. Nodding over your shoulder you point to the green dot slowly moving on the wall and to a red one on the other side of the room.
“It could be a computer.” Natasha whispered.
“Trust me.” You say quietly. “It’s not.”
“You need to work on your pranks y/l/n.” Natasha said before she pressed something and the lights turned on.
Once the room was fully illuminated you both could clearly see at least five men pointing guns at your head.
“Shit.” Natasha mumbled before you pushed her behind a desk to avoid the incoming fire.
“I told you to trust me.” You shouted as you took a gun from your leg holster before peaking over the desk a little to scout the bad guys.
Ducking back down quickly to avoid being shot you give Natasha one of the dirtiest looks you could muster before you turn to shoot at the guys in the room with you both.
You managed to take down three but you came to a problem very fast. You ran out of ammo.
“Shit.” You blurted out.
“What?” Natasha asked.
“I ran out of ammo.”
“How’d you do that?”
“I was shooting at the bad guys!” You huffed. “I don’t see you doing anything.”
“I’m collecting intel.”
“Fine. Give me your gun.”
“No.”
“Do you want us to die? Give me your gun!”
“No!”
You let out an irritated sigh before you scooted closer to Natasha and took her gun out of its holster. Before she could even react you had shot the last two guys.
“You're welcome.” You said sarcastically before handing Natasha back her gun.
“Don’t touch my shit.”
“Oh no! Don’t worry, it’s not like we were about to be shot to death.”
“We’re still alive aren’t we?”
What you two didn’t notice was, as you were too busy arguing, one of the guys wasn’t fully finished off and you both quickly turned around as you heard the clicking of a gun
Without thinking you pushed Natasha aside and landed on top of her with a thud and a very loud painful groan.
Natasha pushed you off her and shot the guy before he could shoot again. She let out a little breath before turning to look at you.
You held your shoulder as you rocked back and forth in pain. The amount of agony you were in was shown across your face.
“Shit!” Natasha exclaimed. “No, no, no, no!”
Natasha panicked as she looked down at you. Kneeling in shock, it took her a little while to regain her senses before she immediately jumped into action.
She removed your hand from clutching your wound and placed both of hers applying pressure to try and stop the bleeding but it didn’t seem to work as it just kept pouring out.
By this point she was screaming into her comms begging for someone to get to you both to help her keep you alive.
“Stay with me y/n!” Natasha shouted. “Keep your eyes open.”
“I feel tired.” You whispered, your eyes slowly closing.
“Don’t close your eyes!”
The door burst open and Steve rushed over to Natashas side. At that moment you had ultimately given into the darkness.
“No!”
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4 days later
The beeping of the monitor beside your bed was the only thing heard other than you groaning as you came back into consciousness. 
Looking around at your surroundings you notice a pile of get well soon gifts on a chair and you see many cards arranged on a table beside them. 
The door opening startled you, only relaxing once you saw Tony poke his head in. A smile radiating off the man as he walked in the room with Bruce behind.  
“No Romanoff?” Tony asked.
“Why would she be here?” You question, voice a little scratchy from not talking for so long and thankfully Tony noticed as he handed you a drink of water. “Thanks.”
“She hasn’t left your side since the accident.”
“Bullshit.” You chuckled.
“It’s true.” Bruce joined in. “She has either been in here or her room.” 
“Why?”
“She feels guilty.”
“But she hates me.”
“You saved her.”
“I did what anyone would do in my position.”
“Okay. Let’s just get you checked up.” Bruce said as he ended the conversation he knew he wouldn’t win. 
After Bruce did all his checks on you, you were told to have a couple more nights in the med bay before you could leave as a safety precaution. 
Eventually as the day went by each avenger came in to see how you were doing as Friday and Tony had told everyone you were up and stable. 
Clint and Sam came in to tell you jokes, Steve and Bucky came in to see how you were feeling, Wanda came in and had a chat about everything you’ve missed. Even Peter Parker came in to give you something he had made at school, but no Natasha. 
You didn’t know why you wanted to see her so bad. It was all very confusing for you, knowing that she was next to you everyday for the past couple of days but as soon as you wake up, she’s nowhere to be seen. 
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2:15am
You huffed for what must be the thousandth time as you couldn’t get comfortable in the bed you were in, completely baffled how you managed to stay in it for a couple of days, even though you were unconscious.
Turning your head to the side you look over at your ‘gifts’ and you notice there was a new one that wasn’t there when you woke up. 
Out of curiosity, you struggle and sit yourself up to try and reach it. Groaning when you accidentally apply too much pressure onto your arm and shoulder.
Finally, you get yourself to sit up right with your legs hanging off the bed. You push yourself up, stumbling a little since you haven’t moved in such a long time, you make your way to the little present. On top of it is a tiny piece of folded paper. 
‘I didn’t know you were into those types of books. You continue to surprise me, even when I think I’ve got you all figured out. 
I must say chapter 20 of Credence has got to be a favourite of mine ;) 
get better soon, y/l/n.’
Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion you unwrapped the gift that was underneath the note. It was a book. One that you hadn’t read yet. You racked your brain through the possibilities of how someone could figure out that you wanted to read this next. 
Then it clicked. When Natasha was looking at the things on your desk the morning before the mission she must’ve seen the little post it note of what to read next. 
Smiling to yourself you plucked up the courage and walked out of the med bay and up to her room. 
After standing outside her room for a little while, you finally knock on her door. To your surprise Natasha opens it immediately. 
“Hi.” You said as you looked at the redhead in front of you. Quickly realising that what you said was somewhat pathetic.
“Hi?” Natasha said, well, rather questioned. “What are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Can’t it wait it’s-”
“No!” You said a little too loudly and you looked around to see if anyone was coming out of their rooms. “Can I come in?”
“Fine.”
Natasha closed her bedroom door behind her once you had walked into her room. It wasn’t what you thought I’d be like but it made sense and it seemed to fit Natasha’s style.
“Thank you.” You said when you finally looked at Natasha again.
“What for?” She questioned as she went to sit on the edge of her bed.
“For this.” You said as you held out the book in front of you. 
“I didn’t get that for you.” Natasha lied, not looking into your eyes.
“I thought you hated me.” You mumbled.
“Hating you is a lot harder than it should be.” You were surprised at how gentle Natasha had said that and even more surprised that she wasn’t arguing with you. 
“What?” 
“It’s nothing.” Natasha said as she stood up. “You should get back to the med bay.”
“I want to know what you mean.”
“God damn it I said it’s nothing!”
“Why are you yelling at me?”
“Because I’m so fucking annoyed at you!”
“I’ve done nothing wrong.” You stated, standing your ground against Natasha. 
You didn’t expect her to grab ahold of your shoulders and push you roughly into a wall. You let out a groan of pain as you slowly felt your stitches reopen.
“Shit.” Natasha cursed once she saw the fabric of your top turn red. Carefully she stood back from you and directed you to lay on her bed. 
Once you were situated she went into her bathroom and brought back a first aid kit. Carefully sitting beside you she fiddled with the hem of your top before looking up at your face. 
“Can you sit up so I can take this off?” Natasha asked softly. 
Slowly you sat up and Natasha helped you get out of your top with as little pain as possible. 
The sight of your newly exposed skin would’ve sent Natasha into a frenzy if she wasn’t too busy focused on your reopened wound. 
“I’m sorry.” Natasha said so quietly it was barely audible. 
“It’s no problem.” You said.
“I hurt you.”
“Nat-”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Hey.” You said softly. “Look at me.” You reached your hand up to Natasha’s face and tilted her head up so she was looking at you. “I’m fine, I promise. It’s just a scratch. Plus, I’ve got one of the best doctors to help me out.”
“One of?” Natasha chuckled.
“I’ll see if you're the best once you're finished.” 
“This next bit is going to hurt.” Natasha mumbled. 
You gasped as Natasha poured antiseptic over the wound. Your back arching off the bed slightly and she gently pressed you back onto the mattress.
“Stop moving.” 
“That hurt like a bitch.”
“I’ll do it again if you're not careful.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” 
Smiling a little Natasha poured a minuscule amount onto your shoulder and you let out a pained groan. 
“I had too, sorry.” Natasha smiled.
“You enjoying me being in pain?”
“Just a little bit.”
After Natasha stitched you back up and wrapped a clean bandage around your shoulder she sat up from her position and placed the first aid kit back in her bathroom.
As she walked back in, there was an unsettling quietness to you two. You both didn’t exactly know what to say to each other. 
Although it was Natasha’s bed, you patted the spot next to you, ushering her to sit next to you and slowly she did so. 
“Why’d you do it?” Natasha asked. 
“Do what?”
“Push me out of the way from getting shot.”
“As much as we fight, I don’t actually hate you.” 
“You don’t?”
“No, and I especially don’t want to see you get shot.”
“I guess my text message jinxed us both.” Natasha chuckled as she rubbed the back of her neck. 
“Most definitely.”
“Y/n.” Natasha whispered. 
“Yeah?” You replied as you turned your head to look at the redhead beside you.
The unsettling silence between you before was now long gone and was replaced by one of tranquility. The two of you enjoy being in each other’s presence without shouting at each other. 
Unknowingly you both made your way closer to one another and at this point you could feel Natasha’s breath against your lips. 
You gently raised your hand to cup her cheek, your thumb softly traced along her cheekbone. Natasha’s eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into your touch. A small smile adorning her face.
“What are we doing?” Natasha sighed, but her eyes stayed closed and she leaned further into your touch. 
“I don’t want us to keep fighting.” You said. “I hate it.” 
“Me too.”
“And I don’t want to keep acting like I hate you when I clearly don’t.” 
“I don’t think I ever hated you.” Natasha said, opening her eyes and she softly kissed the palm of your hand before leaning back into it. The tenderness in the redhead's gaze was foreign to both of you. 
The two of you stayed like that for a little while enjoying it just being the two of you, no worries, no arguments and no missions. 
You smiled softly at the sight of the woman in front of you as she practically melted into your touch. 
“Kiss me.” Natasha spoke up in a hushed whisper, it was almost unheard by you but you caught it. 
You slowly leaned towards Natasha until you were only an inch away from her lips. You stopped to look into her eyes, searching for any hesitation but finding none.
“You sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
After a moment of silence, your lips connected. You both sighed contently into the kiss. You both easily get lost in each other’s presence. 
Butterflies fluttered all around in your stomach as the kiss went from tender to heated in a matter of seconds. 
Natasha’s heart was pumping out of her chest at the feel of your lips on hers. Her cheeks were burning and she could feel the joy bubbling up inside her. 
She tangled her hands into your hair and you rested one hand on the side of her face whilst the other fisted her top. 
When the need for air became a problem you slowly pull away from the kiss and you rest your forehead against Natasha’s. Both your breaths in tandem with each other’s. 
After calming down a little you both let out small chuckles, not quite believing what just happened. 
“I really like you, y/n.” Natasha said softly. 
“I really like you too, more than you can ever imagine.” 
With one last kiss you snuggled yourself up to Natasha and you rested your head in the crook of her neck, her perfume flooding your senses. 
You could feel her chuckle once you finally got yourself comfortable, causing you to smile into her skin.
“Goodnight, love.” Natasha whispered as she gently stroked her hand up and down your back. 
“Goodnight, Nat.” 
You hummed contently at the feeling of Natasha’s fingers stroking up and down your back and you pressed a kiss to her collar bone before intertwining her free hand with yours before you both drifted off to sleep. 
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lorei-writes · 9 months
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HC: Beach Excursion
Premise: In which the Princes all go to a beach in Benitoite, by some strange twist of fate. Included Characters: Leon, Jin, Yves, Licht, Nokto, Chevalier, Clavis, Luke, Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Rio, Sariel
Aye, the other idea I had for @solomons-poison 's Minx's Summer Fun Event ! A little silly, a little cute, just in the mood ~ Far longer than initially expected.
Content Warnings: food mention
Leon: It somehow happens that he spends the majority of his time helping lost children find their mothers. It also somehow happens that each person he helps wants to repay their debt by helping him. By the end of the day, Leon is followed by a flock of mother-child pairs -- enough to form an entire volleyball team. They decide to host a tournament and Leon ropes his faction into participation... Long story short, they suffer an overwhelming defeat. As losers, they buy everybody ice-cream.
Jin: Lifeguard. Honest to God, genuine lifeguard. No ulterior motives present. However, there is a certain issue with him fulfilling the role -- women (and men) who pretend to be drowning just so that he has to go and "save them". (Some do indeed start to drown after overestimating both their swimming and acting abilities.) He's one of the three reasons behind their loss at the volleyball tournament. Jin doesn't know the rules, can't figure out a smooth way to inquire about them and by the time he has pieced them together... the children have started to win. He can't bring himself to turn the tables on them, and purposefully plays poorly.
Yves: He burns. Oh, he burns so fast. SPF 50 is barely enough. He and beaches are just not meant to be -- Yves somehow finds himself dragged out into the ocean the moment he enters the water (Jin rescues him), steps into quicksand (what is quicksand doing here?!; it's not in his job description, but Jin rescues him), and then a pesky seagull tries to steal his earring. Licht tries to make him feel better by purchasing ice-cream for the both of them, but... they get separated soon enough. He's one of the three reasons behind their loss at the volleyball tournament. Do you think he manages to step into quicksand just once? Ha. And this sand is very, very quick. (They need a second ball after that. And a second Jin. And Yves.)
Licht & Nokto: They initially have some freedom of movement (that's when Licht buys Yves ice-cream), however, that joy is short-lived. They become confined to the shade provided by the umbrella fairly soon, although for different reasons. (Licht does not want to dress down from his usual attire, and Nokto... has had his sunscreen stolen by a certain someone). However! Worry not! Clavis comes to the rescue and builds them the most perfect sand mansion ever -- with an appropriately Lelouchian twist. Quite honestly, it is a marvel to behold. Since it gets confused for a haunted castle, Silvio starts charging the entry fee. Luckily, Clavis was wise enough to dig out a sizeable ditch around the castle walls. The legend says that is where Nokto's ex-lovers roam free... Licht's one of the three reason behind their loss at the volleyball tournament. He plays decently. The real issue is the fact that children compliment him too much, so... He can't take it. He just can't.
Chevalier: He burns. Oh, he burns so fast x2. He opts to rest in the shade of an umbrella and to read a book in peace... Not that Clavis is particularly fond of the idea. In fact, he knows what would surely cheer his insufferable older brother up! Chevalier barely manages to shield his book from the assaulting water. He proceeds to chase Clavis into the ocean. He ends up being pulled under precisely one (1) time. Only because he did not want to be stung by a jellyfish. He does have mild sunburn on his back afterwards. He will not admit to that, however.
Clavis: Well, if he isn't having fun! He builds sand castles (monstrosities that later become famous landmarks; he somehow managed to invent waterproof cement while at it), turns the water purple (and sparkly; it somehow attracts dolphins and so they swim merrily near the shore), collects jellyfishes (for research; they somehow end up inhabiting sweet water sources near Rhodolite's border with Obsidian afterwards), and even manages to play with his older brother! Who would have thought! Clavis is pulled under the water at least 10 times. However, he is prepared for that -- he doesn't even need to stand up. His life vest (another one of his inventions) does all the work for him! Which... is very fortunate, considering Jin is busy playing volleyball. And getting himself out of very quick quicksand. Some odd force compels him to slap Chevalier's back in the days that follow. However, Clavis never caves in.
Luke: He mostly naps in the sun (Clavis does prank him by writing some Lelouchian script in sunscreen over his back. However, it's so deformed only Chevalier can decipher it, and he's not telling anybody what's written there.) He has a good serving of honey ice-cream. He goes for a swim. And more than anything, he's glad that Sariel didn't make him stay back in Rhodolite to make up for all the study sessions he has skipped. (That being said, he has been forced to take books along... Books... that... are... somewhere. Probably.)
Gilbert: Listen, his outfit just doesn't work out in this weather. But has that ever stopped a true fashionista? NO! OF COURSE NOT! How do you think they produce ice for making ice-cream in this period? They take Gilbert by the hand (brazen), dip it in the water (foolish), and wait for it to freeze over (intense eye contact occurs)! Ice-cream manufacturing is the most dangerous industry out there! His cane somehow still manages to do the tap-tapping sound when he walks over the sand. Heck, he can walk into the water, and it will still tap. Tap. Tap.
Silvio: He's going to have fun tan lines from all that jewellery, but who's there to stop him? Nobody. He owns the place. He puts taxes on Gilbert's cold hands. He's charging everybody for any piece of shade there is. All while resting on his private jacht.
Keith: Well, Keith A and Keith B fight for dominance, and it is quite a fervent battle... carried out through dressing and undressing him, because one cannot handle the mortifying ordeal of being seen, while the other cannot even begin to hope to cope with the heat.
Rio: He just enjoys his time being rescued by Emma, or helping Emma rescue other people. Because, you've guessed it, she's a lifeguard. Rio's living for it. No CPR for him, however. Only (friendly) slaps. After her watch is over, he takes her out on a date. He plans to confess (again) at sunset.
Sariel: He stayed back in Rhodolite. He loves peace and quiet... Although, perhaps, he misses them all a bit? Just a tiny, tiny, tiny little bit...
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nrdmssgs · 4 months
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How to not motivate your favorite author to write
So recently this happened to a very dear friend of mine. And then this happened. I'm not tagging her deliberately, to not drag her name into any shitshow. I love her dearly and will fight with tooth and claw for this person.
I will be referring to my personal experience not because I want to make this 'a story about precious me', but because I can guarantee, that overall pattern of creative process will go along with these examples, and I don't want to torture others with interviews on their particular creative process examples.
I want to address that anon and talk a bit about how creative processes work. I am not a writer, but I have two art degrees, so I just happen to know a thing or two about creativity and its ways in human brains.
How creative process differs from creative outcome
Imagine a situation: you roam around your favorite network and find this one cool author, that seems to create something especially for you. I like their characters, their storyline, their ways with the language and overall scenery. You and them seems like a match made in heavens. There is only one 'but': you crave more.
You find your perfect fic, you read every chapter and end on a painful cliffhanger, poor you? But what if I tell you, that to complete this chapter, your favorite author had to process a ton of information, their own suggestions, 'what ifs', questions around every single detail, different dialogue and action options? What you see is a perfectly cut ice cube, but it took a freaking iceberg to make it. By the way, the same goes for illustrations. Remember this short comix?
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Well, it took a day to create it, and actually drawing it took only 4 hours. Another 8 hours were spent on concept. Here are just 2 pages of my ideas, and I have like 8 pages of this.
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And sometimes authors don't even write down their draft thoughts, but it doesn't mean, these thoughts doesn't exist. We are thinking about our stories while going for groceries, driving a car, doing laundry, taking shower and so on.
So if you read something, that is one-page long - it doesn't mean, that your favorite author spent an average 'fill one page with text' time interval to create it. You are reading an outcome, while the author went through the entire creative process!
How creating one thing may help you to create another thing
Sometimes you need to practice, just to get to know a new character/situation.
I had such difficulties, writing Nikto, that I wrote this and this just to bring this marvelous character to the latest part of my ongoing series. Yes, it took me a month to figure out this character, but it was worth it. So please, bear with an author, that makes little attempts, before going back to their magnum opus. Sketches and renders can and will help them evaluate the story, that you`ve fallen in love with in the first place!
Sometimes you need a break.
If you thought, reading some angst was not easy - just know, that writing it was also not easy. Sometimes authors speak on deeply personal topics, sometimes they express their negative emotions through hard and draining scenes and stories.
And before you say 'oh, but the author knew in advance what is yet to happen' - let me remind you, that the author relieves everything, their characters go through.
Creating something completely knew helps author to gain powers, to take a step further, to breathe and calm down.
Sometimes you just feel like shit.
You wake up, revisit, what you wrote yesterday, and you hate it. And you hate yourself for setting the bar so low. And a very right thing to do at this moment is to get yourself distracted by something completely new. Or even to force yourself to not go back to creating for a bit, so that your 'creativity muscles' get some rest.
So please don't be disappointed by your favorite creator for paying attention to other media/fandom/story/character. It may be their way (long and complicated) to go back to that very work, you liked so much.
What doesn't motivate authors
Punching them with 'hey, stop whatever you're doing and go back to that thing, I LIKED'. This will only make your fave creator freeze in a cycle of self-hate, diffidence, art blocks.
Comparison of their works. "Your Ghost fics are top, so stop writing about Gaz and turn into a full time Ghost praiser". Again, this won't motivate your fave to change their writing habits or preferences, this will make them fill guilty every single time they create something against your preferences. That 10-30-50 sketches with Gaz will eventually help them go back and write something for Ghost!
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Hi hi, how are you? Could you make one that the reader has the Scarlet Witch powers, and is Eddie's girlfriend, but is she the one who sacrifices herself to save others? But doesn't she die, and show how powerful she is, defeating Vecna ​​and in the end it all ends well, with Eddie being totally adorable to her?
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pairing: eddie munson x f!scarletwitch!reader
genre: established relationship!, a lil’ angst, fluff
summary: you stay behind to save your friends
A/N: thank you for requesting this! the scarlet witch is one of my favorite marvel characters so i really enjoyed writing this. i do hope i was able to write this okay and that it makes sense lol. let me know your thoughts ❤️‍🔥
requested: yes
requests are OPEN
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You and Eddie are gripping on each other’s hands as you run back to the trailer in the Upside Down together with the rest. You go in and they start climbing back up, you let go of your boyfriend and quickly lift all of them up one by one with your powers as time was running up. You look at Eddie and he sighs, “I know what you’re trying to do, Y/N. Please don’t” he begs, you look into his eyes. “I love you Eddie” and give him a kiss and bring him up. You close the gate on the ceiling before he could even go back. 
“Y/N!” Eddie shouts desperately as Steve tries to calm him down.
You sit down on the floor and open the Darkhold. You go through the pages - looking for a way to end Vecna. You finally found the answer and you cast a protection spell to prevent anything that may attack your physical self. You let out a nervous sigh and close your eyes, you look for Max.
You finally find Max and see that Vecna was already there.
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Max and El were choking under Vecna’s hold, El was trying to save Max but he’s too strong. 
She and Vecna are psychokinetic and telepathic like you, but you had more abilities than them, you were stronger. You do chaos magic, dreamwalk, look into different universes, and so much more - you’re the Scarlet Witch. Only Eddie knew about your abilities and promised to keep it a secret, you plan on using it only when necessary which never happened until now. You had no choice but to use them to save Hawkins.
Max and El are slowly running out of breath as Vecna’s approaching them. He opens his hand when suddenly, everything disappears and he’s in a bright white empty room. He looks around and you finally show up, you casted an illusion so it’s just the two of you in one place. He tries to attack you but his powers won’t work - confused, he tries once more but still nothing happens.
You smirk as your eyes starts to glow red and so does your hands, you take one last look at Vecna and whisper.
“No more”
With that, Vecna screams in agony as his body turns to dust - getting rid of his existence and the Upside Down, ending it once and for all.
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Eddie paces around the trailer, he feels tightness in his chest thinking about what’s happening down there.  “It’s over. Y/N did it” Lucas says over the walkie talkie. Eddie rushes to it and extends the antenna, “where is she?” he asks. Max walks over to Lucas and take the walkie talkie hesitantly - taking a deep breath,  “I-I’m not sure actually, she was there i-in one of my memories then suddenly she and Vecna disappeared a-and I just woke up and came back here. Sorry Eddie”
Eddie lets out a shaky exhale and covers his face with his hands, trying to stop his tears from falling. 
After a few moments, your friends notices a bright red light flash in Eddie’s room, Nancy cocks her gun causing Eddie to look at her. “W-what is it?” he asks. Nancy, Steve, and Robin slowly walks towards the room with their weapons in hand, “a red light flashed in your room” she replies, aiming the gun. He quickly stands up and stop them, “no, stop! I think I know who it is”.
He goes in front of them and go to his room, “Y/N?” he calls.
“Eddie?” you say softly, stepping out. They all sigh in relief and Eddie runs to you, pulling you into a tight hug. He pulls away and looks at you, checking for injuries as he starts to cry. 
You wipe his tears with your thumb, “I’m here now, love. It’s all over, Vecna and the Upside Down are gone -  they no longer exist”.
“How’d you do that?” Dustin asks. You look over him, “I casted an obliterate spell”
“Woah” 
You look at Eddie and he presses his lips into yours, tears falling once more. He pulls away and faces your friends, “You hear that? a fucking obliterate spell! my girl just did it, she’s amazing” he exclaims.
He turns back to you with an adoring smile, “You’re amazing, I love you”
“I love you too”
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certifiablyinsanez · 7 months
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I’ll come out and say it. I preferred season 2 of GO over season 1 and here’s why:
For starters, season 1 was great. Of course, it was our introduction to this marvelous story and world. But here’s my problems with it:
Too many characters, most of whom I don’t care about.
Anyone who says they don’t watch for Crowley and Aziraphale would be liars. We all love them and absolutely crave content surrounding them and their admittedly perfect love story. So with all the characters fit into season 1, several of which I couldn’t stand, it’s somewhat difficult for me to get through without constantly rolling my eyes. My problems with the characters stem as such:
The relationship between Anathema and Newt. Anathema is a strong, smart woman and Newt is honestly an absolute loser. To me he’s got the personality of a wet noodle and his biggest character trait is ‘make computer explode’. It’s like if Seamus from Harry Potter was given a role past his station in the story. They know each other for all of an hour and they end up kissing and having sex which to me is just weird and out of place. I’m fully convinced that wouldn’t have ever happened if Agnes hadn’t mentioned it. And even though I like Anathema, her purpose in the story feels a little…meh. Like sure she and the human computer virus stop nuclear Armageddon but like…I feel like Adam could’ve just been like “stop” and it would’ve had the same result.
Shadwell and Madame Tracey. Again, what do they even do other than provide comic relief and give Aziraphale a body to possess? Also, how is it that Crowley and Aziraphale have the best love story I’ve ever seen and yet in the same story there’s a ‘couple’ where the man, for years and years screams at you, calling you names and treating you like dirt and you….like it? Like, it feels like something an incel would think of as a cute relationship.
The Them. Honestly I can’t be too mad over this, they played annoying little 11 year olds very well, but like, they were irritating. Like Pepper, supposedly a feminist but then says pick-me stuff like “tHeY bOuGHt mE A giRLs BiKe”. Also says that if she were an alien she “wouldn’t bring messages of peace and harmony” but bring violence instead and then later against war says “I believe in peace”, like??? Brian was just so bland he doesn’t even deserve mentioning. Wensleydale? I dunno, the line “I believe in food, and a healthy lunch” like fuck you mean you believe in food???? He could’ve said something like “I believe that all people deserve food” or something that, idk, actually made sense? And then there’s Adam and I’m sorry but the ENTIRE BUILD UP OF THE SEASON ENDING WITH “you’re not my dad”…really? He makes it seem like he loves his dad but Mr. Swindon Ambassador is a total TWAT. That whole bit was just anticlimactic to me.
Overall I feel like a ton of screen time on these characters just don’t do it for me. Season 2 on the other hand? Completely eliminates non essential characters. I’ve heard people complain about “lack of depth” in the new season and honestly, idk if they were just on the toilet or watching their phone for the whole season or what but here’s what I LOVE about season 2 that missed the mark in season 1.
The characters were just *chefs kiss*. They bring back Gabriel, an absolutely abysmal character from the last season and somehow make us love him. They introduce Muriel, who is just a peach! People seem mad over the fact that their character is just “cheerful ditz” and I will FIGHT YOU FOR THEIR HONOR. Their character is so much more than that for a start, and it’s very clear that their presence is important for the story. They took Beezlebub who had no depth in the previous season (negative depth actually), and gave them purpose and a role. If anything Nina and Maggie aren’t really my faves but at least they were more human in representation than season 1 relationships. But my favorite bit?
None of the characters on screen felt like wasted time.
Not once didn’t I roll my eyes or wish they’d get to the good bit. I enjoyed watching all these characters interact towards the greater story. But even better? We were fed with aziracrow content. An absolute feast! And I can’t believe y’all are complaining. I could genuinely just watch an entire series of their antics over the millennia I love them so much, so for people to say it was slow, boring and lacked depth is borderline offensive.
For a transitional piece, it was masterful.
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