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moonlit-imagines · 3 days
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Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger
Avengers x reader
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a/n: it not too long i so sorry
prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”
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“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”
“you can’t remember anything” -nat
“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony
“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve
“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor
“at least im not the only one” -steve
it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot
much much more serious than that
rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun
you name it you forgot it
i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke
“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony
“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you
“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony
“oh ok i forgot” -you
“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision
“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you usingbthe microwave? you dont eat”
“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision
“he’s got you there” -steve
“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out
you walked right back in
“what’d you forget?” -steve
“wallet, phone, keys” -you
tony noticed
“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony
“not sure, just out” -steve
“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony
as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover
“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you
“check your wrist, kid” -nat
“oh, right…okay thanks” -you
“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you
“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony
*clink loudly snickering over comms*
kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out
“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”
you forgot to set a timer
and forgot you were making cookies
the avengers honestly did find it endearing
just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line
but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly
“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony
“i will not” -wanda
“oh well nevermind then” -tony
honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you
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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year
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Y/N pointing to Thor: Guy who has a boss health bar.
Y/N pointing to Tony: Guy that has a "divorce playlist".
Y/N pointing to Pietro: Guy who makes "your mom" jokes to their siblings.
Y/N pointing to Wade: Guy who is polyamorous only to grow their army.
Y/N pointing to Vison: Guy who calls it "Maroon 7.13" adjusted to inflation.
Y/N pointing to Sam: Guy who says "no homo" but proceeds to say the absolute most homo stuff.
Y/N pointing to Scott: Guy that is just kinda there, nobody knows why.
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vintage-marina · 2 years
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The waltz
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summary: Wanda finally has Vision back in her arms.
wordcount: around 800
tw: basically just a bit of an unsettling scene
inspired by: mahoneymacyy on tiktok
Dr strange multiverse of madness spoilers!
Sorry guys its a week ago that i saw MOM and i have a terrible memory, so bear with me.
A bright blue star appeared in the horizon and America gave a sly smile against Wanda.
"Aha," she said.
With far too open eyes Wanda shook her head, "Mhm."
That foolish girl.
A smile, too unnatural appeared on her face.
America fairly new with her newfound powers punched with confidence. It gave much more power than she no both of them thought. Wanda's head snapped back, America punched again and gave a kick of good measure. The red (dyed) haired woman lost balance she stepped back, the sole of her feet lost touch with the rocky hard ground.
Stone crumbled beneath her feet and fell to the ground, the back of her body was met with a fiery landscape that was full with volcano's and lava. It was hot and if she stayed any longer she would be drenched in sweat. Wanda, pumped with adrenaline looked at the ground and suddenly she got her balance back. She looked through her eyelashes at America that shot a punch.
Wrong, a very wrong move.
Instead of letting herself get beat she stopped the punch from happening, red swirled around her hand. Her black fingers contrasted with her power. America's expression dropped from a triumphant look to a fearful one. Wanda gave a small smile of satisfaction in seeing her frightened, but the girl with the striped jacket didn't lose hope and she lunged one more at the witch.
"I'm going to give you what you want," she spat out.
Wanda's jaw flew backwards and she flared her nose in anger, she strechted out her arm and grabbed America's throat. America opened a portal again and the both of them found themselves in a decayed house.
The wallpapers were curling up and tearing apart, the wooden floor was damp from the draft that hung heavy in the air. If you turned your nose up, you already could smell that no one was here for a long time and we are not even talking about the heavy dust on the furniture.
The estatic buzzing of a broken television snapped Wanda out it, "What have you done?" she hissed to that little wrench.
A characteristic tingle erupted in Wanda's head.
Both of them were in colour, with the blue frame of the portal springing out of the black and white room. Wanda looked at her hands.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, she was back in her home.
Her green eyes teared up and her grasp on America's neck became lighter. A small but hopeful smile grazed on her face and America escaped from her grasp, clasping her hands around her heart she looked more into the room.
America sensing this was her only moment to escape, took it and stepped inside her portal, trapping Wanda in her home. She didn't notice, she had only eye for the room that she was in and ofcourse her husband who sat proudly in his chair.
"Vision," she said, hoping for something back. He looked so happy with the small smile on his face, probably because he saw Wanda again.
But he didn't said anything back.
"I-I know, you don't have to say anything back. But I'm just-I'm just so happy that we are reunited, again." She stepped towards him, slowly turning her head around taking the space up.
"Don't you?"
"Vision!" she snapped at him, her eyes wide open in fury.
There was the audience in her head again that gave pitiful mumbles.
His body slumped in the chair, he stared lifeless ahead, a regretful stutter came out of Wanda's mouth. "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean to snap like that. I will never hurt you, I'm your wife."
She cupped his head and enveloped him in a hug, "I'm your wife," she repeated. "And my job is to protect you, always, no matter what."
With the flick of her hand she turned on the radio, the soft notes floating in the air. "I think it's time for a dance, don't you?"
The red of her powers hugged the body of him and he floated out of the chair, only stopping mere centimeters before Wanda's face. She smiled again, only a bit to wide for anybody's liking. She put her left hand on his shoulder and 'Vision' put his arm on her back, she enclasped both of their hands and she gave a content humm.
She began slowly waltzing, the corpse leaning on her with his full weight but it didn't bother her. For a minute of two she was swaying on the rythm on the slow sound of the classical music lulling in the living room, but when the music became faster so did they.
She danced so wildly, she didn't even care that she knocked of some of the vases on the ground or the clay splinters in her feet.
She felt complete again, she finally has him back in her arms. The song had ended and she stroked his cheek, "I love you dear Vision," she hold him tightly for quite some time.
Wanda ploffed with a sense of grace on the couch with the Vision cradling against her, red swirled around his head to set it in the right place. The bash in his head was prominent now, but she didn't see it or she looked past it. Cocking her head to the side, her temple was on his. She gave a light kiss on his cold cheek before she looked away, right in the broken television with him, her husband.
All was well.
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fromasgardandback · 1 year
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Avenging His Death
Wanda Maximoff x Platonic!Reader
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masterlist | oneshots
It was extremely hard for Wanda to do what she did to Vision. She essentially killed the love of her life to save humanity. Her actions pained her from the moment it was the only option to the current time. She never let it go and it showed in everything she did. Wanda and the entirety of West View, New Jersey knew the extent of her pain. Now that she’s moved away and secluded herself in the cabin somewhere in Canada it has been quieter, but too quiet for your liking.
You traveled to where she was after taking a couple of days to find her location. You rolled up to her driveway, parking next to a sign that said: “only peaceful memories here”. 
“Wanda?” You said closing your driver-side door and locking it. You looked around at the beautiful landscape behind the house in front of you. It was beautiful mountains and a lake and pine trees that lead into a forest to the left. You walked up to the front door, knocking on the distressed wood. “Wanda?” You called out again.
“Y/N? How long did it take you to find me?” She said opening the door and walking into the kitchen. “I guess you’re here to discuss West View?” A drip of annoyance and regret come from her lips.
“No, I came to check on my best friend. I heard what happened and before I could make it to New Jersey, everything had dissipated. I needed to know that you were alright. I needed to know,” You paused before saying the truth. “I needed to know that even through the grief and pain, you were still alive.” You said holding back some tears.
Since Thanos’s snap in Wakanda and Wanda disappearing, you took everyone’s loss hard. You didn’t blip, but she did. She was your best friend through and through. It had already been an extremely difficult five years, but adding West View on top of it? You didn’t know if you would find Wanda alive or dead.
“I’m not going to kill myself, although, I have thought of it.” She said leaning against the kitchen counter. “Any other reason you are here; to come for my arrest?” She said coldly.
“Is that what you think of me? No, Wanda I am not here to arrest you or ask you to turn yourself in. I came here because I love my best friend. You’re a sister to me and I understand how painful it is to lose the one person who knew you, the one person who understood you. I get that and it pained me to see him go. But I came here on my own, Wanda. Whether you like it or not, I’m not leaving.” I said hurt by her comment. Its understandable that she’s in pain, but for her to make accusations out of anger and misery isn’t called for.
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We talked about life and how everything happened so quickly. I explained the pain I endured during the five long years and the battle against Thanos. Where we all went off too and how we ended up their after it was all over. I stayed with a few of our friends from time to time trying to regain the normalcy of the life we had before. Wanda explained to me what West View was truly like for her. The happiness she felt and betrayal of the people she thought she knew. Wanda understood that kidnapping an entire town in New Jersey wasn’t the right decision to make, but she did nonetheless.
“I need to fight, to fight for them. I cannot sit here and do nothing while they exist somewhere without me.” Wanda sighed deeply.
“Where are you going?” I said sitting up straight in the rocking chair.
“I’m going to avenge Vision’s death. My Vision, real and fabricated along with my sons. I was pregnant. I have birth to those boys and the didn’t deserve what happened to them. I love my family and I will stop at nothing to get them back.” She got up from her chair to stand against the wrap-around porch, staring at her small farm to the side of the home. “Are you coming with me?” Wanda turned around eyeing me with a stare that could kill.
“To get your family back?” I stood up walking towards her. “Where do we begin?”
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refiwrites · 2 years
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the lack of vision fics is saddening can we get some more please we (or maybe just me) are starving 🤲spare vision fics please🤲
or i could write some.. haha that would be nice wouldn't it, yeah? hahaha just wondering...
or if yall know anyone that writes for vision.. tag me
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ynscrazylife · 2 years
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Vision Masterlist
Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Join my taglists 
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ONE-SHOTS
A Very Important Mission — The Avengers embark on a mission to get Vision and Y/N together.
Touch — Vision protects Y/N from Wanda.
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hiatuswhore · 2 years
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ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡꜱ — ᴍᴊ
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WORD COUNT: 2.1K
A/N: This has been sitting in my Google docs for like two years now and has been rewritten way too many times. I really enjoyed this though! Feedback please.
SUMMARY: Copy cat killer or return to reign hell. Anywhere at anytime. They’re there and daring you to turn the corner.
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Breaking News. Copycat or Return?
Kate Bishop . 21. Missing.
Every news outlet and social media platform rave in hysterics as nostalgia enamors me. The six-year reunion comes in three days and I watch the world sensationalize my trauma. Old news videos and photos plaster the cover of platforms that I am comfortable with and my parents call to make sure I am okay. I am fine, or at least that is what I tell them. My mother tells me it is okay if I wish to come home and hide away from the world. My father fails to lighten the dower energy of the facetime call, before hanging up he asks if all my windows are locked and to double-check my pepper spray. Everything is still functional and all windows remain locked. Right before I hang up my mother asks one last time, “Are you sure you do not want to come home. Just until this everything calms down?”
“It would be an hour commute to work mom and I would still have to pay my rent. It’s okay. Michelle and I will be just fine,” I say nothing as my mother refers to her as my friend. After dating for six years and our recent engagement, the conversation of my bisexuality still lingers in the air like a weird boundary none of us will cross. The early morning fog of the Pocono Mountains provides little visibility. It is even worse at night, especially in the rain.
In Dellington, the fog was at its worst in January of 2010. The temperature was well below freezing and the campus was all doom and gloom. Snow had fallen a few days prior leaving the ground covered in ice and slush as the days passed. That night Lamda was throwing, I never cared for fraternities. Why bother with the cesspool of infections and assault allegations.
As they say, the night was a movie. Peter Parker managed to hook up with both Liz Allan and Betty Grant, on the same night but not at the same time. He was stumbling through campus walking from Betty’s apartment when he took a dive to the ground. Initially, he thought his legs simply turned to jelly, and the tequila flowing through his body now aimed to take him out. The cold wet ground made him chuckle as he rolled onto his back. When he opened his eyes the world was crimson red and he clamped his eyes shut at the stinging sensation. Only a few feet away, Wanda Maximoff laid tucked beneath the bush next to the central fountain on campus. The bloodstain that smeared the sidewalk showed clear proof of dragging. Peter screamed in the dead of night, many of our peers could recall hearing him scream for help. His eyes stayed not on the many stab wounds but on the blood staining her cheeks. Someone drew a smile on her face with her own blood.
Classes were canceled the next day. A vague crime alert had been released a few hours after Peter’s discovery but when we woke the next morning a second detailed email hit all of our phones. The entire campus was buzzing about the situation, the central fountain was blocked off with police tape. We all received strict instructions not to bother the area. Even the proposal of a vigil in the surrounding area was prohibited.
The posts across social media were the most sordid part of it all. Yes, we all knew Wanda but not for all the kind words that many felt the need to share. She was an art major and on the cheer team. It was rare she was seen without one of her teammates or one of the rugby boys. Her friend group of so-called best friends all hated each other. It was no secret that Liz Allan and football star Vision would constantly cheat on each other. The secret was they would sleep with each other's friends. Wanda and Liz were attached at the hip.
Though the police tried to be discreet, it came as no shock when both Liz Allan and Vision were picked up. I had been walking across campus cursing myself for not wearing a heavier jacket when I was stopped. The officers were asking for everyone's student IDs and where they were headed.
“Accounting lecture,” I say, trying my best not to watch as Liz Allan is escorted by us toward a squad car. The following questions are so obvious and I wonder if cops have to train on subtly.
“Do you carry a knife?” I counter the question with another question, should I? The miniature interrogation made me late for class. After class, I spent the following four hours in the library before grabbing lunch and heading back to my room. I was thirty minutes into my nap when Michelle rushed into the room.
“It was Liz Allan! They let Vision go he had an alibi but they’re keeping Liz in custody,” Michelle said, holding up her phone I squint trying to clearly see the video of Vision being escorted out. When I say nothing Michelle rolls her eyes before disappearing out of the room and into the hall to share the news. I only turned beneath my comforter and went back to bed.
The next day articles flooded the campus that regarded the murder. Liz Allen’s high school prom photo was the cover of most articles others used her cheering photo. In both pictures, she looked put together and she smiled largely. I found it hard to believe Liz could have done any of it. She made no confession but the story was strong. Cheer captain Natasha Romanoff confirmed that Liz had recently learned of Wanda’s tryst with Vision. The last couple of cheer practices had been tense and a passionate fight broke out between the two at Lambda that night. Though she had slept with Peter that night the pair had parted ways from his room long before Wanda was attacked.
That night I had a late class. We shared a moment of silence for Wanda and her family. That family only included her twin brother who asked for everyone to be respectful of his time of mourning. As I walked back to my room from class the fog was thick and I found myself looking over my shoulder. I only did one or twice as a piercing migraine took the forefront of my attention. The few people I passed murmured lowly amongst themselves.
It was foolish. I did not believe Liz to be the killer and yet I still walked through campus with ease. In the fog, I feared no approaching shadows or worried about the sound of footsteps hitting the cement. I wish I had been wrong.
“Liz didn’t do it. Someone was killed last night,” Michelle said, the next morning as I brushed my hair. I frowned as I unlocked my phone to find another crime alert. This time the email included several safety tips in regard to moving around campus at night.
“What happened?” I asked. I remember the frantic look in Michelle’s eyes, almost as if she was going to be sick.
“I had my eight am class and the cops are all over campus. Make sure you have your ID they getting on people about it like crazy and searching like crazy,” She said, pulling the school windbreaker over my head I frown.
“What are they searching for?” I asked but she only sent me the link to the local news article released thirty minutes prior. The cops were on the search for Carol Danver’s head. She was on the girls' rugby team, they had won their state tournament a month or two prior. My attempts to branch out and meet new people freshman year brought me an unpleasant interaction with her. Carol had a way of making things sound nice even though she was being plain rude. She told me I would never be good enough for the Rugby team, she did not use those exact words but I cannot describe her wording--she was just that good. And now she was dead.
No arrest followed this murder like Wanda’s. My peers and I were all amongst each other sharing watchful eyes. In the crowd we all knew someone dark festered, pretending to be like the rest of us. Michelle and I decided for my late-night classes we would walk together. The two of us found ourselves in close proximity for most of the week, many students left campus completely. My parents had wanted me to come home as well. I should have listened but in actuality, I was intrigued by it all.
Campus Killer. Not very original but that is what we were calling them. Everyone had an unspoken agreement that the killer was a man. Like a ghost, we were certain this man knew how to move around campus. Snow was coming. The campus had sent several emails talking about the poor weather to come. They advised us to not leave our dormitories after dark and if we do to be accompanied, especially female students. Michelle returned to our room with a rolled blunt, I did not question how she got it but only if I could join her. That night we smoked out the window and I listened to her ramble aimlessly. She fell asleep long before I did, so I stared out the window and watched as the snow fell to the ground. No fog to aid our campus killer but now a small blizzard to blind us from what they do in the dark.
That night Liz Allan had packed her car to leave. She did gather all her things but she never made it off-campus. The killer left her propped up again her car, in her lap sat Carol Danvers head. Fresh blood drew a smile on both their lips. It was game to the killer. Killing Liz Allan was their way of telling us they could get us anywhere, anytime. It did not matter how many eyes were on us.
President Hawkinson moved spring break up early in a rushed hurry to clear the campus of all students. I offered rides to people who lived near my parents, I ended up driving three girls from my dorm hall home. I was almost home when I realized I had forgotten my wallet, it was still light out so I turned back. When I reached campus it was dark and the emptiness made it eerier. I wish I could tell you more past walking through campus toward my dorm.
The next day I was in the hospital with bandages wrapped around my head and stomach. My parents were at my bedside and detectives had many questions, none of them I could answer. When my parents gave me my phone my socials were buzzing with notifications.
(Y/n) (L/n), 21. Survivor.
My high school graduation photo was the cover of many of the articles discussing me. I returned to campus against my parents' wishes two weeks after classes had begun again. Michelle was at my side for every second of it, she helped me through the stares and loud whispers. Before we knew it, it was April. The fog and snow were gone and with it the campus killer. I grew the courage to kiss Michelle at graduation and we settled on an apartment off-campus in town.
The Campus Killer became a distant memory, until today of course.
Michelle says nothing about it as the news channel talks about the attack on me being the campus killer's final act. I only watch as she twiddles her engagement ring on her finger, we spent the morning arguing about last night. When I woke up she greeted me without hello’s but where were you last night. I cannot answer the question. Glancing out the window I stare down at my ugly car and a migraine plagues me.
I remember driving home from work, the rain was heavy. The fog worried me but I made it home, I remember getting out of my car and—the trunk. I—yeah I walked around it toward the front door and came home, right?
Michelle storming from the table pulls me from my thoughts. I quietly follow her down the hall and I can hear sniffling. She calls her Mom and I listen as she cries about her fear of me sneaking around with someone else at night.
I cannot explain the ache of how tightly my chest constricts. The sob that leave her sends a shiver down my spine. My fiancée worries I was with someone else last night, quite frankly I fear I was too.
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yourlocalamoeba · 4 months
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you never truly appreciate the intimacy of the expression “I'll gut you like a fish” until you actually gut a fish
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pisscreant · 8 months
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had a vivid dream where there was a "play as Kim" mod and I was super excited
after like 2 mins gameplay Harry just turned around looking scandalised and was like "Ohgod... It's me, Kim. *I'm* Grandpa Piss!"
he refused to elaborate even after I savescummed and exhausted all dialogue options
then a notification flashed like "THOUGHT GAINED: GRANDPA PISS" and I went to the thought cabinet screen. all it said was "What the fuck does he mean by that."
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viveela · 5 months
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They can't hold hands
The awkward aftermath
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a-sketchy · 2 months
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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year
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Vision: How do you feel about women looking at you lustfully?
Y/N: Women better look at me lustfully or all this is for naught.
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thatone-highlighter · 6 months
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I love you albums. I love you songs connected by similar themes. I love you listening to songs in a specific order picked by the artist. I love you reoccurring motifs throughout the same album. I love you album covers. I love you albums with extended editions. I love you songs that reference each other.
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sun1seeker · 9 days
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hc that when regulus met james for the first time he secretly loved his glasses so regulus transfigured a random cup into a replica of james’ glasses
but one day he forgot to take them off and barty & evan saw him wearing them and made fun of him for years after that
they turned it into an inside joke where they only ever called regulus ‘four eyes’ around james and everyone was so confused why regulus was turning 10 different shades of red
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cherrirui-official · 1 month
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I hope u guys don't mind me posting these au doodles while I work on things ahaha
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I also gave JD slightly longer hair in these doodles as a funny haha but I don't think it's funny anymore he looks genuinely good with his hair like that ahahaha I hope you're not mad at me for changing his au design a bit
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luvit · 4 months
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ELLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Just wanna start off by saying that your one-shots make me absolutely FERAL I'm literally going to swallow your account whole.
Recently, I walked into the wrong store at a strip mall lookin like a fuckin HIGHLIGHTER (full pink outfit + heels 💀), and the guy at the counter was this BEEFCAKE with a gaiter mask and a Slipknot shirt who looked me up and down before asking if I was in the right place. I almost folded on the spot. I actually don't know how I made it out of there alive bro.
So how do I channel my raging obsession with this random stranger even though I saw him for a grand total of 15 seconds? By projecting it onto COD, of course!
Here I humbly ask of thee to make a piercer!Ghost AU who is pretty much just a brooding metalhead decked out in piercings and tattoos, and a reader who is literally the big-eyed, picture-perfect, borderline Elle Woods embodiment of your typical "good girl", who has Simon grinding on the shelves beneath the counter when she asks him abt services. She only has basic earrings, and the idea of being the one to ruin her pretty little visage drives him fucking wild. Has to keep himself from leaping over the register and ploughing a crater of her into the floor when she schedules an appointment for a Christina piercing.
Only problem is, is when it happens, she's a whiny little thing and a sobbing mess so she's gotta be comforted in order for Simon to do his job (wink wonk). Throws in a free ring and the promise of future discounts bc he wants her to come back for more. He just laughs when she picks a sparkly lil butterfly stud or whatever bc he thinks she's adorable but also out of confusion bc girl??? What was the reason for this if not late-onset rebellion???? Did you lose a bet????? No to all. Homegirl actually got her bits ka-chunked as her first piercing by choice bc it's easy to hide lmao. Crazy.
Bonus points if Ghost makes her send daily photos of it to "see how she's healing". I also imagine he would personally put her new jewelry pieces when she buys them and teaches her what a Jacob's Ladder piercing is (iykwim 😏) but that sounds like a part 2 kinda thing and I feel like I've already sent so much 😭 I don't mean to overwhelm you with this I'm so sorry. I'm just passionate I swear 😪
Anyway YOU'RE DOING CHARITY WITH WHAT YOU DO ILYSM TY BYEEEEE <33333
(female!reader, mdni 18+)
BRO ARE YOU LIVING AN IN REAL LIFE ROMANCE NOVEL??????? WHAT FANFIC DID YOU STEP OUT OF??!?!?!??! oh wait. this one ;P
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piercer!simon who absolutely could not take his eyes off of you when you walked into the little area of the strip mall. where the walls were lined with graphic tees, art, and a whole line up of tools and items meant for piercing. the dark walls and the only colors in the room being the neon on the shirts and your pretty pink outfit that especially made it come together with the little skirt you decided to hike up a little higher on your hips. oh, simon could stop himself from thinking about how innocent you looked. and how much he wanted to ruin that. especially with the way your wide eyes looked around at everything and landed on him. he knew he needed to corrupt that.
piercer!simon who asks "need anything, little lady?" from behind the counter. when you turn those doe eyes to him, oh he's a goner for sure. makes him shift so his growing bulge is hidden against the counter. he hoped that it would go away if he just planted his clothed dick against the side of the counter. in his head he's pleading that you don't come closer and just run out of there. but when you come bounding over to him, he has no choice but to grind against the shelves when you move those pretty lips. especially when you say you came in there on accident, oh he can make you cum on purpose. you should've just run while you had the chance. but you figured since you were there and already acknowledged that you should do something. now, he's got his hooks into you. because little you decided to approach the huge muscled man who's got a bunch of tattoos running down both arms, a bunch of ear and eyebrow and lip piercings, and a hidden tongue piercing he likes to show off on special occassions.
piercer!simon who walks you through the types of piercings you can get done when you ask him, haven't gotten anything else besides your earlobes pierced. he says they can do more on your ears, it's easier enough since you have the basics there already. or even a nose piercing. and he takes the chance to study your face, but with the angle you're giving him with that top? he's able to barely see your cleavage and the way your bra cups your tits so nicely. has to bite his lip when you start looking on your phone for types of piercings as well. he sees your hands and things how those pretty manicured fingers would look wrapped around his cock. would feel so much better than a lousy shelf.
piercer!simon who takes in a breath when you show him a picture of a christina piercing. wants to tell you that they don't normally do that in a strip mall anyways. but the way your nervous little pout wobbles and you look guilty since you don't want to walk in and not get anything? simon thinks to himself, why not? he can do it under the table, among other things he can do under a table. just for you he says.
piercer!simon who tells you to meet him after hours so he can block the windows and close down the shop to give you complete privacy. and when you do, he greets you with this primal grin that makes you feel like you're stepping into a wolves den. makes you strip completely for him and gets close to your pussy when you show it to him nervously. who himself spreads your pussy open so he can "see what he's working with" as he gently rubs your inner thighs and massages all around your pussy claiming it's to get you ready.
piercer!simon who readies the tools and pauses because apparently you're not that ready yet. and when you ask what he means, he spreads you open again and presses down on your clit, plays with it just a little. knows he can't make a sweet thing like you cum. that you'll catch on if he does. but can't help but just mess with you a little bit by rolling it between his fingers and swiping it back and forth. says that it needs to be so so that it's "not in the way". and will have to hold it out of the way when he's actually ready to pierce it, but his fingers "slip" a couple times on your clit and he has to resume position. it's a little hard now that you've become so slippery! and the way your thighs twitch every time he presses onto it? it takes a looot longer than expected.
piercer!simon who asks why you decided to get this out of all the piercings, while he rubs around your mound soothingly. makes you squirm as you look at him with hooded eyes while trying to come out with a steady answer. and when you say that it'll be easier to hide than more ear piercings, a belly pericing, or any facial piercings, he has to hide this evil smirk of his.
piercer!simon who takes advantage that you have to hide this piercing, so you can't properly ask for help for care on it! so why not ask an expert who also knows about the piercing? convinces you to give him your number so you can text him updates of it healing so he can help you keep tabs on it. so he can tell you its "healing progress" when in reality he's having you take pictures nearly every day. tells you that he needs a really clear picture so you're going to have to spread your legs a little wider, even hold your pussy lips open a little bit so he can see.
piercer!simon who says that the pictures aren't enough, he isn't able to clearly tell. you'll just have to come in again so he can check it for himself. after all, he's way better if he does a personal inspection. how else can he know how that pretty pussy is doing if he doesn't give it a hands on inspection?
piercer!simon who believes in an eye for an eye. and if you're curious as well then he might show you his jacob's ladder piercings. might let you touch them. might let you feel them. all 7 of them. 🤷‍♀️
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