#But this hits wonderfully beautifully close to home

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

Ok so if we assume Jimmy is a listener, we can also assume he gets sensory overload. Now humans have the strength at three years old to take out their own ears. Combine this with the toy headcanon, we get,

When listener Jimmy gets sensory overload from being a listener, he tears out his own ears, and stuffing comes out. When Jimmy feels better, he puts the stuffing back in his head and sews his ears back on. His friends are horrified when they witness this.

From,

Jimmy's glass eyeballs anon

As someone who scratches at their neck when they get overstimulated in attempt to "tear my eardrums out". Holy Fuck

Glass eye anon I'd sell my soul for you btw.

Dude he's just like me fr

[sp0o0kylights]

Indie horror filmmaker Eddie Munson, high off his first big (underground but notable) success, knows the movers and shakers of the film world have their eyes on him. 

They're just waiting to see if he was a one hit wonder before they open all the doors he's been trying to kick down. 

His next upcoming film is his chance, his shot at finally making it. Of being like Rob Zombie and the other creators he looks up to that masterfully blended metal and horror. 

This is his golden ticket. 

The project starts off smooth. His last success has greased the wheels, and things fall into place faster than ever before. 

He's got the best idea for this insane haunted house story, a true "mazes in mazes" type of deal with a queer twist. A real look at how a place can haunt a person just as easily as a ghost can.

 Everything's going swimmingly--until one of his leads drops out the day they're due to start shooting.

No call no show's, and later, Eddie will find out the guy got a last second call back to be a contestant on one of those Love Island bullshit romance gigs (and laugh his ass off when the main love interest takes one look at Billy Hargrove and goes on a five minute rant about ugly mullets on national television) but right now? 

He's fucked. 

He's called in every favor he has for this film. Maxed out every credit card he owns, tapped every contact, got on his hands and knees and begged his rising star journalist best bud to help him market it. (Which Nancy agreed too, for way less cash than she should have.) 

 Eddie can't get anyone on the phone, much less find a replacement actor and the amazing place they rented, that is so dark and wonderfully eerie, is booked out the rest of the year as an AirBnB. 

If he doesn't film now, he loses it all.

Cue the other lead, unknown theater actor Steve Harrington, watching his hair pulling, tire kicking, 'cursing and hopping while holding a toe' mental breakdown and asks why Eddie himself doesn't act in it. 

"Just go full Kevin Smith man. Act and direct." He says, with an easy grin. 

Jeff, Eddie's tried and true videographer, trades glances with Gareth and Grant (Eddie's long used special effects and makeup team, who double for about twelve other jobs because they're also his best friends and they're all in this together, make or break.)

"We don't really have a lot of other options." Gareth hedges. "You're already using me and Grant as background characters." 

Eddie, hands fluttering around his face as though trying to wave away this entire situation, squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a pained hiss. 

"Fine, fine!" He announces with the air of a man running towards a fire. "Fuck it, this is our one shot and so help me I will be shooting it!" 

Steve politely hides a laugh with a cough. 

"Chuckle all you want big boy, I'm going to tragically romance you so hard people will forget both of our characters actually live." Eddie snarls.

Steve, the handsome bastard, just winks.  "Looking forward to it." 

Eddie blushes, but hides it with a surge of frantic energy, conveyed by lots of yelling and moving and getting the ball rolling. 

Two days later, Steve would give the performance of a lifetime down on his knees, covered in a literal pound of fake gore, booty shorts and nothing else as he sobbed about how a lover could become a home. His hands clawed at Eddie's jeans before resting a tear stained face on a slim leg as he bent his body towards Eddie like it hurt to be away from him. 

Eddie would later receive equal praise in his own acting during the scene, with the world and every reporter in it asking how he conveyed an otherworldly panic so beautifully throughout Steve's performance. What was he thinking, to evoke those expressions on his face? 

The way his own pale hand, unmarred by blood and acting as a metaphor for the plot, would come to stroke Steve's cheeks.

Eventually he'd come up with a smooth polished answer that cheekily pleased his audience, but nothing would ever come close to the truth. 

("Eddie I've known you since grade school." Jeff said that night, a scant few hours after they'd wrapped. "You can act man, but not like that." 

Eddie made a wild "shut up" gesture, looking frantically over his shoulder before admitting; "You saw how close his face was to the prince of darkness!? I was seconds away from popping a boner next to his lips, in front of the 4K camera!” 

Eddie bounced into Jeff’s face so he could hiss: “He fucking had his chin on my thigh, Jeff, and I am only a man. A mere mortal!" 

"So we're gonna unpack all of that later." Jeff said finally, when he'd managed to get his mouth working and Eddie back out of his personal space. "But dude, we've talked about you calling your dick the prince of darkness." 

Eddie flipped him off.) 

One year later and critics named Corroded the best horror film of the year, praising the camera work, practical effects, and how there wasn't a soul alive who was surprised to hear Eddie and Steve were dating after their explosive on screen chemistry.

No one ever quite understood the prince of darkness jokes or why Steve mentioning it made Eddie blush, but that was a secret to find out later. 

Today on WIP’s I have no intention of writing, indie horror movie AU!

[denimbex1986]

'Outlook Rating: 4.5 / 5

Magic, that’s exactly what this film is. Titled ‘All of Us Strangers,’ the movie is written and directed by Andrew Haigh. After screening at various international film festivals, and earning six prestigious BAFTA nominations, the Andrew Scott-starrer is finally available to watch at the comfort of your homes. So, in case you’re planning on giving it a watch, here’s what you must know about this haunting yet hard-hitting movie.

‘All of Us Strangers’: Story

Loosely based on the 1987 novel ‘Strangers’ by Taichi Yamada, the story follows a lonely screenwriter, Adam (Andrew Scott), who reconnects with his deceased parents (Jamie Bell and Claire Foy), whom he never told he was gay, in the familiar corners of the suburbs where he grew up. The only other resident in Adam’s modern apartment in London, the mysterious neighbour Harry (Paul Mescal), shows up at his doorstep one evening, drunk and maybe a little desperate. After their first meeting, Harry visits Adam again, this time sober, and they hit it off. As they grow closer and let each other in on their vulnerabilities, Adam feels a deep sadness knowing his parents will never meet the person he cares for deeply, all while uncovering troubling secrets about his past and questioning the nature of reality itself.

‘All of Us Strangers’: Performances

Andrew Scott delivers a captivating performance that brings Adam’s complex emotional journey to life. With subtle yet powerful gestures and expressions, Scott peels back the layers of his character, revealing his loneliness, and emotional complexities. You can feel the pain as he grapples with the weight of his unspoken truths about his sexuality and the longing to connect with his long-gone parents. A lot of his expressions convey a myriad of emotions without the need for words.

Similarly, Paul Mescal brings about a heartfelt performance to the screen. From his first scene itself, he will lure you in with his portrayal of a man who is both mysterious and vulnerable. And as the story progresses, he becomes a memorable and integral part of Adam’s journey. He beautifully complements Scott, fostering a genuine sense of intimacy and connection between their characters.

Jamie Bell and Claire Foy deliver powerful performances stepping in as Adam’s parents, showcasing a raw authenticity that is truly captivating. Together, they skilfully portray the pain and yearning of parents witnessing their son’s struggle with grief. Their performances, filled with tumultuous facial expressions, are poignant and deeply affecting, and the character development they have, individually, is a marvel to witness.

All four brilliant stars have given it their best shot and it’s wonderfully evident, making it seem too real to be true.

‘All of Us Strangers’: Script, Direction & Technical Aspects

You can tell this film is close to Andrew Haigh’s heart for it is too gorgeous, heart-shattering and deeply personal. What makes this movie so compelling is how it takes you through a spectrum of different emotions – love, loss, fear, regret, desire, connection, and at last, acceptance. I, for one, have not even remotely come close to experience what the characters in the film have and yet, in a way I could relate to it? I know that probably doesn’t make sense but there’s just a tint of universality in how the characters have been so beautifully written and how their arcs end up intertwining in a web of emotions. The story beautifully illustrates the timeless and boundless nature of love, showing that it is the most powerful feeling one could experience.

The movie will most definitely have you in a chokehold. Both as a writer and a director, Haigh has outdone himself.

Visually, while it could get confusing at times to differentiate between heart-wrenching reality and dreamy imagination, you can easily let it slide because you will end up finding out which is which in a few seconds. With a tactile and tender lens, Jamie Ramsay captures the intimacy and sensitivity of the characters. To be able to evoke a sense of wonder and highlight the complexity of human intimacy is no easy feat, but he has made the best use of all different kinds of camera angles, along with various hues. In addition to this, the editing is seamless, thanks to Jonathan Albert. You will be taken into a different scene with a slow fade, and soon enough, you will find yourself immersed in a setting different from the previous one at a slow pace.

One important aspect in the movie is the music. Emilie Levienaise-Farrouch’s atmospheric compositions harmonize with the intense settings and draw you in. These undertones are complemented by pre-existing music choices. Whether it’s Pet Shop Boys’ ‘Always on My Mind’ or Frankie’s ‘The Power of Love,’ they play a crucial role in making sense of the entire narrative.

‘All of Us Strangers’: Cast & Crew

Director: Andrew Haigh

Cast: Andrew Scott, Paul Mescal, Jamie Bell, and Claire Foy

Available On: Disney+ Hotstar

Duration: 106 minutes

Premiere Date: May 8, 2024

Genre: Romantic fantasy

Language: English

‘All Of Us Strangers’: Can Kids Watch It?

No.

Outlook’s Verdict

A sight for sore eyes, but heavy to the heart and mind – that’s what I’m going to go with. Despite its emotionally heavy narrative, ‘All of Us Strangers’ ultimately shows the strength of the human spirit. What sets apart this film, directed by Andrew Haigh, is its raw and distinctive depiction of emotions. Through its compelling storytelling and outstanding performances, it highlights the idea that even in the toughest of times, acceptance is the key to move on and that, there’s always a chance for growth.'

[crimsonfacets]

Red babbles about her TW.ST Yuu.

Sometimes I think about the moments where I was tempted to put my version of Yuu (actually named Brine) on here bc I need more oc presence. I built her up in TWST to be this orphan who dodged the questions of going home the best I could, so every time it was brought up she and Crowley were just doing this awkward "WELL GEEZ, THAT'S JUST TOO BAD" dance of not finding a way. She doesn't want to leave! She used to live in a cruddy little shack on the beach (thus why she's called 'Brine' - she smells strongly of the sea and made her way by doing odd jobs like cleaning up the waters & lighthouse and fishing). Living in Ramshackle and fixing is up is the DIY DREAM! She likes that it's weird and needs some fixing up. She likes having a home.

I hit almost every sarcastic option for her and made her charge head first into danger because she has anger issues out the wazoo and always chooses violence. But also, she pounced on overblot situations like an eager Ghostbuster because she's gained this dominating responsible sense of wanting to keep the peace level in the school. She's only known turbulence, she wants to keep the foundation stable.

When it comes to the dorm leaders...

Wow, did Brine and Riddle not get along in the beginning. After the overblot, they're on a tolerable, amicable level where she does rub him the wrong way but things don't get out of hand. They could, but the opportunity has not arose. She does not do well with authoritarianism.

Given Brine is very sea-oriented, one might expect that she and Azul get along swimmingly. Not quite. Azul tries to worm his way in, sensing she is a gal of the sea and considers it to be her home, but his smooth talk and business ethics just turn her the other way. She loves the lounge though, so she gives him props for that. She does, however, have a little bit of a soft spot for Octavinelle though, it's inevitable. It has a sense of familiarity comfort to it, and due to that, it allows leeway for those two to build upon.

She and Leona butted heads MASSIVELY and I swear they've come so close to blows, but with time, they just grew on each other like obnoxious sibling fungus. She punches and/or kicks him in passing and he does the same to her. Hitting with them is a form of affection. Definitely not a good idea to get between them when they really argue though, it gets pretty ugly since they both do not back down.

Brine and Malleus vibe wonderfully. Brine has insomnia and tends to stay up well into the AMs, leading to conversations that wile on for a good hour or so. He's come to know her the most out of all the students (outside of Grim) because of these late night chatters.

Before my iPad took a nosedive down the stairs with me and left me with no access to my gamefile from then on, I had just got into Scarabia. Brine and Kalim are chef's kiss, get along swimmingly -- though the dorm is way too dry for her to fully enjoy. The heat is much too intense! His all-welcoming flouncy personality and her roughish and socially inept self just mashed together beautifully. She will throw down for that boy SO hard. Her comfort with him is at max and she has been spotted just crashed out taking naps using his lap as a pillow.

Because I lost access, I did not really get to experience Vil and Idia. 💀 From the very, VERY basic knowledge I have of either, I really don't know if Vil would like Brine. I can see him wanting to chase her with a hairbrush because her hair always looks unruly and she has an unkempt look about her that might make his lip curl, and she would not be appreciative of that. Idia, meanwhile, I suspect might be a little skittish about her. He can probably sense this intense, pent-up stormy spirit she has and might be put off by it, but again, I don't know his character all too well.

I always visualized that after she graduates, Brine would end up becoming part of the staff as some sort of groundskeeper who keeps threat at bay. She loves to work with animals, especially mystical ones, so she might become something of a creature teacher (much to Crowley's relief /coughs).

I might actually add her to my blog way off into the future. I even had these little things prepared for when I would! Right now life is a little too chaotic, but she could be just a muse vibing in the background on the blog if anyone wanted to mess with a TW.ST au, or something.

She always has those bags under her eyes. Perpetually Tired.

[adultswim2021]

Ranking the Shows (as of 2008), CONTINUED!

A ranking of Adult Swim's original programming up through 2008! Continued from yesterday's post. Read that one first for a COMPLETE ranking.

15. Delocated (2008)

Only one to go off of, but it's pretty wonderful. Jon Glaser is another one of those guys who should just be allowed to make whatever show he wants. Uh, on cable, anyway. Let's be reasonable, here.

14. Welcome to Eltingville (2002)

Of all the passed-over pilots in Adult Swim's past, this one could've been a bonafide classic. It's truly ponderous how much I didn't like this back then.

13. Tom Goes to the Mayor (2004)

Didn't always hit it out of the park, but a handful of these were truly great. It rarely outright disappointed me. The show felt like a revelation at the start and I was always excited for a new episode.

12. Korgoth of Barbaria (2006)

Beautifully animated and cool as fuck. I am assuming it was too expensive to pick up as a series, but that's only a testament to how great this show looked. And it was funny!

11. Metalocalypse (2006)

Immensely watchable, and occasionally extremely funny. It also uses cheap, ugly animation to it's advantage, which other Adult Swim shows fail to do. I can only imagine how much I'd love this show if I actually gave a shit about metal music.

10. Aqua Teen Hunger Force (2000)

Of all the shows that exemplify the Adult Swim/Williams Street formula, this one will always be remembered as THE ultimate example. It's frequently very good, but it's best days were probably in the 4:3 days. The Great episodes make it easy to forget about the more mediocre episodes.

9. Home Movies (1999)

Some stone-cold classics, and most of the non-classics are still really wonderful. At times I considered this to be a top-3 show, but that final season was much worse than I remembered. Still, it deserves to be celebrated more than it is.

8. Xavier: Renegade Angel (2007)

Dizzingly funny and sometimes difficult to keep up with. This show is an insane, unique masterpiece.

7. Moral Orel (2005)

One of the few shows on the block that palpably felt like it had a higher purpose. At worst it was still a pleasant way to pass the time. At best it could either be ingeniously funny, heart-breakingly sad, or soulful and beautiful. An important achievement that doesn't get the credit it deserves.

6. The Venture Bros. (2003)

A show whose total sum is greater than it's parts. In less-nice terms, it's uneven humor-wise. But it's so well-crafted that the weak episodes still go down easy. The great episodes are VERY memorable, and the show can be really hilarious.

5. China, IL (2008)

Brad Neely is one of the funniest people on earth, and the China, IL short that aired was incredible, and there's a possibility that I'm sorta letting it stand-in for his Super Deluxe work at-large. I sure hope they make this into a show some day, and that they ruin it's wonderfully unique style with digital animation.

4. Superjail (2007)

Not every episode is mind-blowingly great, but the ones that aren't do come pretty close. It easily occupies both extremes of being an "Adult" "Cartoon", by being very Adult and very Cartoony. Very obviously a labor of love in the way most TV shows aren't. A wonderful, entertaining spectacle!

3. Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! (2007)

I may have not been so hot on season three, it still had a lot of inspired sketches and ideas. The show can feel dashed off in an unpleasant way, but it still manages to be one of the best sketch shows ever made.

2. Tim and Eric Nite Live (2007)

Technically speaking, this is a Super Deluxe show, but I am counting it because it's close enough, and I also need to demonstrate that Awesome Show would be in this spot if it weren't for season three.

Space Ghost Coast to Coast (1994)

Not only is it foundational to such a degree that it would make perfect sense to just rank this #1 for purely symbolic reasons, it still remains my favorite show out of all of these, and the one show I'm almost always in the mood to watch. It's also the only show on the list that I could very easily spend all day watching. There's maybe only a couple of episodes I'd deem "skippable", but even the less-than-classic episodes feel like I'm home.

The only conceivable way I'd bring this down is after watching the GameTap episodes, which I still haven't done. Uh oh.

[savycon63]

FINALLY! Thank you ACORN tv!! Just watched the first episode. Will watch the other 3 tonight as I can tell 🍷and tissues required. Sharon Horgan is brilliant. Beautifully written, great cast. I have to go to work and can’t show up with signs of crying. This hits close to home. Can’t wait to get home tonight to finish watching.

[throughdigitaleyes]

DISPATCH Urges Boston to 'AMPlify Democracy'

DISPATCH came ‘home’ to Boston this weekend, bringing their AMPlifying Democracy tour to the MGM Music Hall at Fenway for back-to-back shows on Friday (10.18.24) & Saturday (10.19.24).

This tour finds DISPATCH teaming up with Calling All Crows and BallotReady to spread voter awareness by promoting executing your civic duty in a manner that’s as informed and involved as humanly possible. Along with making resources available to all fans, DISPATCH also hosted a ‘Democracy in Action’ event pre-show on Saturday that saw them gathering with fans for phone banking, postcard writing and more. It’s important that you vote, but it’s infinitely more important that you understand who and what you are voting for.

This tour also finds DISPATCH hitting the stage with a thoroughly varied collection of songs from all corners of their storied career. By shining a light on the new and spreading the fan-favorite classics across both nights, the band created setlists full of arrangements that complemented each other wonderfully, often (especially on Friday) pairing the old with the new—‘Flying Horses’ > ‘Trinket’ > ‘Outloud’; ‘Be Gone’ > ‘Open Up’ > ‘Only the Wild Ones’—in a way that made the shows feel unpredictably fresh and exciting.

This was my first time seeing much of the newer stuff performed live, and I was very happy with how natural it all felt within the context of the rest of their material. I’ll admit I occasionally (especially during the set-closing ‘Skin the Rabbit’ on Friday and ‘Break Our Fall’ on Saturday)  had some (unsurprising) flashbacks to my many nights spent at State Radio shows, but they never felt out of place given the natural chemistry throughout band’s current lineup and the always infectious, explosive energy on display.

Despite only playing two songs off their newest album, ‘Break Our Fall’, the band showcased their newer material very well across the two shows. In addition to highlighting two unreleased tracks (‘Johnny Whoop’ & ‘Trinket’), both of which were played both nights, they delivered five songs off of ‘America, Location 12’ on Friday and an even sampling of ‘America, Location 12’, ‘Location 13’ and the aforementioned ‘Break Our Fall’, on Saturday.

But, let’s face it; the shows’ highlights all featured old favorites. I really loved being introduced to the new songs—and the aforementioned set-closing ‘Skin the Rabbit’—on Friday, but the mid-set pairing of ‘Silent Steeples’ and ‘Flying Horses’ (which is, admittedly, my all-time favorite song) stole the show. And while I thought the pairing of ‘Break Our Fall’ and ‘Only the Wild Ones’ led beautifully into the set-closing stretch of ‘The General’, ‘Lookin’ Out My Back Door’ and ‘Elias’ (which was highlight worthy on its own, really), the winner for Saturday was just how awesome the pairing of ‘Bats in the Belfry’ and ‘Time Served’ felt coming off that ‘Came for the Fire’ opener.

Mt. Joy’s Matt Quinn opened the show with an enjoyable collection of stripped down songs that shone a light on his songwriting and emotional connection to his music.

CLICK HERE to see More Photos from the show on Facebook.

All photos ©Timothy Patrick Boyer, 2024.

[katsukikitten]

Kitten’s fic rec master list with reviews

🖤 All the ways I could die by @/kinjuutsu

         KNY |  Gyutaro x F!reader A dark content fiction of Gyutaro that fell into my lap just as I was falling for the emaciated demon. The way Vi toes the line of forbidden love and the deep yearning for some semblance of affection is poetry. Please I beg you to read this!

🖤 Basic Instincts by @/hopelesshawks

         BNHA | Hawks x F!Reader A social media au mixed with a fic that is so funny from the get go with reader’s dry humor and the teasing that comes from her subordinates. It takes a few twists and turns thanks to Hawks forgetting what happens to him every spring. 👀 spoiler but I totally enjoyed how they still got married despite losing the bond AND THEN THE END 😭 IM SOBBING

🖤 BioHazard by @/lavenders-fandom-elixirs

          BNHA | Paramedic!Bakugou x F!Reader x Paramedic!Shinsou This multi partner fic gets into the grit that is the medical field, a glimpse into the darker side emotional side that the average person may not see. It reflects on the pandemic we've been living through while exploring feelings of jealousy that may come from an impromptu idea of a threesome.

🖤 Empty Nest by @/spellboundspectre

          Sheriff Hassan el-shabazz x fem!reader If you're looking to dip your toes into werewolf esque breeding, this is the perfect fic for you. The way they describe how warm Hassan is and how he handles your body as lovingly as he can despite his animalistic instinct to fuck you to oblivion is perfection.

🖤 His Beautiful Hands by @/frostthecupcake

          BNHA | Denki Kaminari x fem!reader listen listen listen listen. I know this fic wasn't written for me but God damn does it feel like it was! Hand kink y'all. Emphasis on hands are a big weakness for me. If you're looking for a hot Denki fix this one will def satiate your need.

🖤 Home by @/hisoknen

          HQ | Atsumu x reader aaaahahhh this fic just hits you right in the feels, especially it being close to family issues and the holidays. honestly this fic alone got me into Atsumu, it's so wonderfully written. I feel the emotions, I felt the panic and I felt his love and care. BRB SOBBING

🖤 I've walked with you, once upon a dream by @/shadow-ei

         BNHA| Bakugou x fem!reader I want this fiction to be published and bound. I want it to collect dust and I come back to it when I need it most. When the details have gone hazy and I can feel as if I'm reading it for the first time. The amount of writer envy I had that was quickly swallowed up by the need to know how this would all play out. The story has great foreshadowing elements while tying everything together beautifully

🖤 Live Show by @/kingkatsuki

        BNHA | Bakugou x F!Reader A delicious cam fic where Bakugou is the star of the show and yet you still steal his heart. The way I blushed so many time reading this fic, not just from the great smut but the characterization of Bakugou is so spot on I could literally die. It was tough and still is tough to pick a favorite of yours Jo but any time I try to give it more than a second thought live show always steals the show. (AND MY FUCKING HEART GOD DAMN)

🖤 Longing by @/bakugotrashpanda

        BNHA | Bakugou x F!Reader Every multichapter that BTP makes is absolutely stunning and should be published works.  We  follow a young teacher whos been burned by her ex and a Pro Hero Bakugou who’s wife left him and his sweet daughter in the cold. The dialogue, the small moments, and just every thing about this fic pulls me in. I’ve read it several times and even had the honor of Beta reading this fic. and I will read it over and over again.

🖤 Mis en Place by @/sendhelpimstupid

          BNHA | Sous chef Kirishima x f! Reader I really like reader’s attitude and the LINGERING AND PINING! THE UNRESOLVED TENSION. The care that Bakugou has for his staff and I just imagine Kirishima fighting this inner war to keep his distance from reader when all he wants to do is help! Please just KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

🖤Toy Box by @/mindninjax

       BNHA | Bakugou x F!Reader The smut in this fic is salivating however the small moments of these roommates falling in love through something as simple as sharing an old favorite movie and cooking together is what makes this story. Such a good one I CRY

🖤What’s another Life? by @/hijacks

          Tokyo Revengers | Hanma Shuji X F!Reader  The relationship between reader and Shuji is perfect. Exactly how I imagined he would be with love with someone while simultaneously having zero idea that he is or it’s just straight denial. This fic is gripping from the very beginning. If this were just a mafia lover novel at a book store I’d pick this novella up in a heart beat. 

[afictionalwhor3]

possessive Chris with some smut pls!! ;)

Possessive Chris sparks something so feral in me. I hope I could bring you some dirty thoughts. ;)

Word Count: 1.5 k

Warnings: 18+, smut, a little degradation, a good jealous fuck

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Chris has always been a giver. When he was a kid he would never shy away from giving someone else his toy. When he got older he wasn't scared to give pieces of himself to strangers if that meant giving them happiness. The people that knew him best would say that his giving nature was one of his best qualities. However, something switched in him when it came to you. You meant more to him than any award he could win or the biggest movie he could make. As long as you were by his side he loved to show you off. But you would be the one thing in his life that he wouldn't share.

"Chris help me with my dress please!" You yell from your shared master suite. Chris comes out of the bathroom and whistles lowly. You look over your shoulder with a smile on your face "Can you hit on me while zipping my dress up?"

"Sorry I have a smoking hot fiance that I can't keep my eyes off." He says walking up behind you as you bring your hair forward. Chris lets his hands move slowly down your sides before he zips the back of your dress. He puts his warm hands on your exposed back before wrapping his strong arms around you. You place your hair back over your shoulder and Chris lays a few kisses on your neck. "Maybe we shouldn't go. I would love to stay home and make sweet love to you all night." Chris whispers. You turn around to look at him wrapping your arms around his neck,

"Christopher you made me get all dressed up. I have on this expensive dress, and I have to admit you look dashing. It would be a shame to keep that all to ourselves. So, I promise you we are going." You smile and kiss his lips before walking away. Chris pouts and then groans as you grab your small purse. "Let's go. Out the door" You say holding your bedroom door open as Chris walks past you,

"Yes boss" He smiles as you swat his ass when he walks by.

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The gala is wonderful. It's beautifully decorated, and the red dress with the high slit and low back made you look sexy as all hell. Chris' clean back suit and red accessories complimented yours wonderfully. You were the definition of a power couple. To add, the Hors D'oeuvres are to die for. Chris has an arm around your waist as you two walk around when suddenly a man approaches the both of you. From the looks of it, he's a talker. After introducing yourself you lean over to whisper to Chris "I'm going to take full advantage of that free bar now. I'll make sure to grab you something." He nods squeezing your waist,

"Dinner is starting soon. If you aren't back in time I'll save you a seat next to me." He whispers back pressing a kiss to your temple. You walk away and Chris makes a mental note of the way you overexaggerate the sway of your hips

Twenty minutes later people are starting to be ushered into the dining hall for dinner. Chris looks at the bar for you and smiles when he sees you sitting on a bar stool. His smile drops and a confused look takes over his face at the male figure standing a little too close. It had nothing to do with Chris trusting you, but the way the man was looking at you. There's a hunger in his eyes that Chris could recognize a mile away. Because it's the way Chris has looked at you so many times before. And when it came to you, he didn't play nice with others.

Chris walks over placing a hand on your shoulder as you turn and look at him with a smile. "Chris! Look who I found" You say with a smile. "This is my friend Nick. We met in college." You say and sip on your martini. You hand Chris over his scotch neat.

"Nice to meet you," Chris mumbles extending his hand as Nick shakes it.

"Chris nice to meet you. It's so good to see Y/N again. You know had it not been for her there is a zero percent chance I would've graduated." He says making you shake your head.

"No, No I wouldn't say that. I tutored him for a while. He did all the heavy lifting." You say as Chris' tongue pokes his cheek and he nods his head.

"Let me tell you. The best tutor I ever had. And definitely, the best looking as well" Nick says making you smile shyly and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Well if you two are done playing catch up I think it's time for dinner," Chris says with a tight-lipped smile as you stand up. Chris wraps a protective arm around you squeezing your waist. You rest your head on his shoulder and smile at Nick.

"Well Y/N it was great to see you again. I'll text you, maybe we can go for coffee sometime" He says as you nod. Nick places a hand on your shoulder squeezing it softly as you put your own hand on top of his. He smiles at Chris before walking away and joining the rest of the crowd making their way to dinner. You look up at Chris and can already tell something is off,

"Coffee? Really? Maybe after you're done you can bring him over for a sleepover too" Chris says and you smile putting a hand on his chest.

"Awe are you jealous? Don't worry baby. I promise you are the most important man in my life" You say teasingly.

"Jealous? Jealous my ass" Chris grumbles taking your hand and pulling you into an empty side hallway. Before you can ask questions Chris' lips are on you and suddenly Chris is everywhere. His lips are on your neck, his hands are on your waist, and now he's trying to get your dress up.

"Not that I don't love where this is going. But Chris we could get caught" You say as Chris pulls away to look at you. He cups your face and kisses you passionately.

"You're mine. You know that right? You're fucking mine. And if I want you I'm going to have you" He whispers kissing you again. This time when he pulls away he turns you around. You put your hands on the wall to brace yourself as Chris gets your dress over your ass. He leans over to talk in your ear "No panties. You're such a good little slut. I fucking love you." He says taking the time to get himself out of his pants enough to slip inside of you making you both moan.

"Chris!" You moan as your eyes roll back. No matter how many times you had sex with Chris, his size will always take your breath away. Chris grunts kissing your neck.

"You gotta be quiet Angel. Don't want anyone to hear. No one can stop me fucking my best girl" He says as he starts moving in and out of you holding your hips. "Fuck you always feel so good. I know you were made just for me" he moans in your ear.

Chris' thrusts get harder and he suddenly hits your g-spot making you moan loudly. Chris is quick to place a hand in your hair and pull it making you moan even more. "I know it feels good baby but be a good girl and stay quiet for me." He says as you nod.

"I'm sorry. Please don't stop. You're just fucking me so good. Feel so good in my pussy" You gasp biting your lip to keep your voice down. And it could be the adrenaline of getting caught but your high is coming on you faster than you expect it to. "I'm gonna cum, Chris. Please let me cum Chris" You beg trying to keep the noise down as much as possible. Chris pulls a little tighter at your hair before reaching around to play with your clit.

"Go ahead Y/N. Let me feel you cum all over my cock" He says as you bite your lip until you can taste blood in your mouth. The pressure inside of you explodes and you can feel your pussy spasming around Chris. Your hands grip the wall so hard you pray the wallpaper doesn't come up.

"Fuck baby I'm right behind you. So fucking tight. You're perfect. You were made just for me" He says before biting on your shoulder as he fills you up. "Shit baby" Chris groans panting.

Once you and Chris calm down he slowly pulls out of you making you whimper at the feeling of emptiness. Chris fixes the back of your dress before fixing himself. You stand up and stumble just a little, but Chris is right there holding you. He turns you around to kiss you softly "You think it's too late to join dinner?" He asks making you laugh as you run a hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it.

"I'm gonna assume they didn't put our courses in to-go boxes," You say with a smile as Chris kisses you again.

"Well how about we ditch this place, order takeout, and I fuck you until the only name you can think of is Chris." He whispers making you giggle. Now it's your turn to take his hand and pull him away.

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: as you spend more time with your patient's neighbour, you come to realise that your crush may be getting too much

warning/s: none, just fluff tbh

author's note: i’m so glad you guys enjoyed the first part! here’s the next bit :)

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When Sunday rolled around, I did everything in my power to make it the perfect day for Anna. We went out for breakfast at a café around the corner, a stroll around the park, then I made her lunch before she conked out afterwards, napping in her bedroom. I took that as my chance to decorate the living-area with birthday decorations. Nothing too much as I knew she'd kill me if I went overboard, but little things like a banner, some balloons and streamers.

I told Wanda to come at this time, too, and she showed up with a bag of groceries and a pretty smile on her face.

"Here, let me help," I said, already moving to take the bag off her. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she said, closing the door behind her and following me into the kitchen. Her smile widened when she saw the decorations. "Y/N, this is lovely! Anna is going to love it!"

"You think?" I asked, spinning around and doing a once over of the living-area. "It's not too much? I know she'll hate if I do too much."

"It's just the right amount," Wanda reassured, glancing at me. "How has she been today?"

We both began to unpack the groceries as we talked.

"Really good actually," I said with a nod. "I treated her to breakfast at that café she likes. We went to the park, fed the ducks, had a nice stroll. Then I made her some lunch and she's napping which leaves us the perfect time to crack on with dinner."

Wanda chuckled. "Great." She paused, making me look to her to see her smile fading. Nervously, she asked, "Did her granddaughter call?"

I sighed quietly and Wanda seemed to know what that meant without me saying anything further. 

"It's okay, we'll just have to make this the best meal ever," she said, not letting it get to her.

"We will," I agreed, before looking to the food on the table. "So, chef. Where do we start?"

Wanda and I spent the next hour prepping dinner, a beef stew called Solyanka, as it would require two hours to cook on the stove so we were starting early to make sure it would be ready in time.

I was chopping some onions as she prepared the beef, but I couldn't help myself from glancing at her every two seconds, still filled with concern because of her cast and minor injuries.

"You should take a picture, it'll last longer," she said teasingly, making me look up to see her watching me with a stifled smile.

"Sorry," I mumbled, shaking my head and looking back to my chopping board.

"What's wrong?" she asked gently.

I chewed on my lip as I glanced at her wrist again, before meeting her gaze. "How did it happen?"

"I already told you," she reminded me playfully, trying to lighten the mood, but I was still fretful. "It happened on a mission."

"Yeah, but how?" I asked again, hoping she understood what I meant.

She seemed reluctant to share, face scrunching up with thought, before looking down to her own chopping board. I thought she wouldn't tell me, but then she spoke.

"I can't tell you too much," she started, shrugging, "since it was a confidential mission. But basically, I was undercover when my target recognised me and we got into a fight."

Watching her with the utmost attention, I nodded, imagining it in my head.

"It wasn't difficult or anything, but it surprised me, y'know?" She looked to me with a smile, as if trying to make it sound less scarier than it was. "The guy, the target, he managed to get in few good hits. And he sprained my wrist. But it's alright."

I wasn't as amused as she was, wincing at the thought of her being in a fight. "Are you sure you're alright?"

She tilted her head knowingly. "I'm sure, Y/N. It's my job."

Shaking my head, I looked back down to my chopping board and continued chopping the onion. "I don't know how you can do that as a job..."

"Well, it's rewarding," she said like it was obvious. "Why do you spend most of your week caring for the elderly?"

"It's rewarding," I said without hesitation, before realising what she'd done and looking her way.

She was smiling cockily, making me roll my eyes and laugh.

"Okay, I see your point," I gave in. "But still. It's a dangerous job what you do. Just be careful, yeah?"

"Always am," she promised. And I wanted to believe her, but the cast on her wrist said otherwise.

—

"It smells like home, devochki, spasibo (girls, thank you)," Anna said from her place at the table. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"We're sure, Anna," Wanda called back to her. "I'm just putting the food into a serving bowl and Y/N is grabbing some glasses. You sit and wait like the patient woman I know you are."

Anna mumbled something in Russian which I didn't understand, but it seemed to make Wanda chuckle as she rolled her eyes.

It was finally time for dinner and the stew had turned out beautifully, not that I had doubts since Wanda didn't seem like one to kid around with cooking.

As she was readying it for the table, I was setting everything up and all that was left were the glasses. But, of course (and oddly enough, since Anna was shorter than I), they were stored on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard and just out of my reach.

In hindsight, I probably could have grabbed a stool and stood on it, but I was too lazy, so I went on my tip-toes and stretched with all my might. The tips of my fingers brushed against a glass and I attempted to move it towards me, unable to see if I was actually doing anything since it was too high. After a couple of tries, I managed to bring it forward, but my stupid self flicked it too hard and it came tumbling off the shelf and towards the counter.

I braced myself for the sound of glass smashing, but instead, a wondrous red energy wrapped itself around the glass and kept it suspended mid-fall.

"Very clever," Wanda said sarcastically, appearing directly beside me. Her accent was daringly teasing.

I looked up and saw her smirking at me with amusement, right hand raised and aimed at the glass. Red tendrils of energy glowed around her hand and the glass; I widened my eyes a little, amazed at how easy she made it look. Though I knew she had powers, I'd never actually seen her use them up close and personal. It was stunning.

"I totally knew you were going to do that," I played it cool, cheeks flushing as she set the glass on the counter.

"Mhm, sure you did," she played along with a melodious laugh, before pressing her front to my back without warning and reaching to grab two more glasses. "Here, I got it."

My body tensed at the feeling of her unexpectedly so close to me. My mouth went dry, her warmth emanating from her and washing over me with the scent of her perfume. Did she always smell so good?

When she grabbed all three glasses, she didn't seem to notice the effect she had on me (unless she did and kept quiet for her own amusement).

"Think you can grab the food without dropping it?" she asked, quirking an entertained brow.

Still distracted by her perfume, I nodded and cleared my throat. "Food. Right. Yeah."

As I stirred the stew to mix everything thoroughly, I felt my heart rate return to its normal pace and told myself to chill out. Wanda just happened to be an extremely pretty individual who was kind and thoughtful and funny. It wasn't a big deal.

When I was sure I wouldn't make a fool of myself, I returned to the dining table with a pot of stew and set it down on the placemat.

"Priyatnogo appetita (enjoy your meal)," I said, trying not to stumble over my pronunciation. 

Both Anna and Wanda raised their brows with matching surprised smiles on their faces.

"You said that perfectly, Y/N!" Wanda said encouragingly, as I took a seat to the right of Anna at the head of the table.

"I see you've been practicing," Anna added, looking to me with an endearing gaze. "A present in itself. Thank you, milaya (sweetie)."

I smiled bashfully. "I have to keep up with you both somehow, right?"

Anna chuckled as Wanda gave me a brilliant smile. Something in my chest stirred as she did, and I was forced to look away, though my own smile didn't fade.

"So, Y/N and I put this together for you and I'm sure you'll know what it is," Wanda said, before serving up a bowl for Anna.

"Solyanka," Anna exclaimed with delight. "Devushki (girls), this looks and smells amazing." She paused, glancing between us both with a grateful smile. "Since you've both been here, this place... it's beginning to feel alive again."

To my surprise, she teared up and began to laugh, using her napkin to pat the corner of her eyes. I rested my hand on hers, squeezing it gently and giving her a small smile.

"I appreciate this very much," she continued, before squeezing my hand and letting go to grab her spoon. "I can't wait to try it."

The three of us dug into our stew and Anna loved it, talking about the first time she ever had it as a kid and how it was one of her favourite dishes. The rest of the meal went by wonderfully, with Anna looking as happy as ever and Wanda listening to her intently. I was listening, too, but my gaze did end up wandering to Wanda as she sat there animatedly, nodding along and smiling to Anna.

For some reason, she was ethereal tonight, though she looked like she always did. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore a loose tee shirt over some jeans. Nothing fancy, but she pulled it off so well. Rings adorned her fingers as she played with them thoughtlessly, and it caught my eye before I got distracted by her cast on her left wrist.

She'd said she was okay, but it still worried me. It wasn't my right to worry, but she was my friend. I was concerned. She could take care of herself, but that wouldn't put the ache in my heart at ease.

As if she could hear my concerns, her eyes flickered to mine, a kaleidoscope of blue, green and gold. She sent me a reassuring glance before looking back to Anna with focus. I chewed on my lower lip, trying not to let my worry get the best of me, before looking back to Anna.

Towards the end of the meal, after we'd eaten and were merely conversing, Anna's landline rang in the apartment.

"I'll get it," Wanda said, already standing up to grab the phone from its cradle.

Anna and I watched as she answered the phone with a friendly 'hello', before a surprised expression appeared on her face.

"Sure, I'll pass it on now," Wanda was saying before approaching the table and stopping by Anna. Her expression softened as she said to Anna, "It's Sasha."

Anna's expression fell at the mention of her granddaughter. She nodded slightly, before standing up and grabbing her cane to balance. Accepting the phone, she began to walk away into her bedroom. Wanda and I heard her say a faint 'hello' before she closed the door behind her.

"Her granddaughter rang?" I asked with mild disbelief.

"It is her birthday," Wanda pointed out, returning to her seat.

"Bit late into the day though, isn't it?" I retorted, pulling a face. "Almost like the day is over, in fact."

"Sounding a little judgemental there, Y/N," Wanda teased, leaning forward into the palm of her hands and watching me.

"I'm not," I said with an eye roll. "I just think she should show her grandmother some respect. Who does she think she is?"

I paused as Wanda gave me a knowing look, then winced.

"Okay, I heard it that time," I admitted, making her laugh.

"I get it," she said, nodding slightly. "Maybe she's finally starting to realise though."

I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "I guess... For Anna's sake, I hope so."

Wanda and I talked amongst ourselves until Anna returned silently, hushing our conversation. She returned the phone to its cradle before taking a seat at the head of the table. Wanda and I exchanged looks before I decided to speak, noticing Anna wouldn't.

"Is Sasha doing okay?" I asked gently.

Anna was staring ahead, barely listening, before she glanced at me then looked down to her empty bowl. Sentences left her lips in Russian, mumbled and incoherent, at least to me. Wanda leaned forward, holding her hand and frowning with sympathy as she listened to her words. I felt horrible, sensing something was wrong, but unable to do anything to help.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I didn't mean to upset you," I said, shaking my head.

Wanda met my gaze. "It's not your fault... Anna just misses Sasha."

I frowned. "Oh."

"But I'm glad I have you both," Anna finally spoke, accent thick with emotion, as she looked between us before settling her eyes to me. "Even if you're paid to be here."

She cracked a smile, making my shoulders relax. I returned her expression, glad she still had a sense of humour.

Anna didn't mention Sasha's name for the rest of the evening. We cleaned up, had some tea, played a quick board game before I made sure she was okay for the night.

"She alright?" Wanda asked when I closed Anna's bedroom door and stepped into the hall.

"Yeah, she's tired from all of today's excitement," I said with a smile.

"So are you by the sounds of it," she joked, but stepped forward to rest a hand on my arm. "I think we should call it a night."

"I think we should," I said in agreement.

After grabbing my stuff, Wanda and I left the flat before walking to her apartment and stopping outside.

"Thanks for helping me out today," I told her with a tired smile. "I really appreciated it."

"Well, you asked so nicely... how could I resist?" she said, staring up at me through her eyelashes. I rolled my eyes playfully, making her smile. "I had fun. Thanks for inviting me."

I was going to respond, but a yawn escaped my lips, prompting me to cover my mouth as I did.

"Sorry," I said, trying to blink the fatigue away momentarily.

She chuckled, tilting her head and watching me carefully. "You're cute."

I breathed out through my nose, unsure what to say to her words, but I definitely felt my heart rate speed up a little.

"I'll let you go," she said, clearly entertained by my silence. "Get home safe, yeah?"

"And you look after yourself when saving the world, yeah?" I replied with a quirked brow, eyes glancing at her wrist.

"I promise." She grinned before moving forward to hug me.

I returned the hug, the smell of her perfume permanent in my nose by now, before pulling away with a final smile. Of course, I probably shouldn't have stared at her lips so intensely, wanting nothing more than to kiss them.

"See you tomorrow," I said, snapping back into reality and taking a step back. "Goodnight, Wanda."

"Goodnight," she said sweetly.

I turned to leave and was suddenly wide awake. Did I just think about kissing Wanda?

—

It was a few visits later when I was caring for Anna and she decided to have a dance around the living room. One minute we were flicking through different radio stations, and the next she was putting on some old records on her record player. She settled on an upbeat, 50s dance song, the music filling the apartment with joy.

"Egor and I danced to this very song when we first met," she told me, talking about her late husband with a twinkling passion in her eyes. "It was a party and he had been staring at me all night, and I him. Then finally, when this song came on, he approached me and said, 'dorogaya, okazyvayesh' mne chest' tantsevat' so mnoy?'"

I suppressed a smile as I watched her reminisce. "And that means...?"

"'Darling, would you do me the honour of dancing with me'?" she repeated in English for my benefit.

My heart melted. "Anna, that's adorable. He sounds like such a gentlemen."

"He was," she said with a sigh of agreement, smiling to herself.

Whenever she talked about her husband, I'd never seen her look more content. The mere mention of his name was enough to put a smile on her face. I could only hope to have a love like theirs some day.

I stepped forward, putting out my hand. "I'm no Egor, but I'd love to dance with you if you'd let me."

"Oh, I can't do that," she said, waving my hand away. "I can barely walk, milaya (sweetie)."

"Hey, as your carer, I am insisting that you dance with me," I said, feigning sternness.

She hesitated, before resting her hand in mine and smiling with gratitude. The two of us danced together, myself being careful to keep her upright and make sure she didn't overexert herself. She was smiling and laughing as I spun her around, dancing her all around the living room, and it warmed my heart to see her so cheery.

A knock on the door caused me to excuse myself from Anna, only to find Wanda on the other end.

"Someone's in a good mood," she said instantly, taking note of my smile.

I stepped to the side to let her in. "Yeah, well, Anna is doing good today. It's contagious, what can I say?"

Before Wanda could respond, Anna called from the living-area with excitement.

"Wanda, idi syuda i potantsuy so mnoy!" she exclaimed, already grabbing Wanda's hand and pulling her in.

It didn't take a genius to know that Anna had basically asked Wanda to dance with her. I chuckled as I followed after them, enjoying the sight of Anna and Wanda dancing together.

"What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, glancing over the short woman and to me with a helpless smile.

"No occasion," I quipped, crossing my arms and trying to hold in my laughter at Anna's speed and perseverance with a reluctant Wanda. "Just having a good time."

Wanda looked like she wanted to retort with a comment, but Anna spun her around before she could, making me laugh aloud.

"Prikhodi odin, milaya (come on, sweetie)!" Anna said, holding out a hand. "Dance!"

Unable to resist, I joined in with the two Sokovian women, appreciating how happy Anna looked and how awkward Wanda felt in the situation. She wasn't much of a dancer, but she was trying and God was that adorable.

We danced for a little while longer until Anna's back began to hurt and she took a seat. Though, she insisted that Wanda and I resume with our dancing.

Just on time, like a sign from the universe or a higher being or whatever you wanted to believe in, a slow song came on next, filling the apartment soothingly.

To my surprise, the awkward dancer that was Wanda was oddly confident as she held out her hand to me.

"Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?" she asked softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

At the familiarity of her words, I glanced to Anna, who seemed to pick up on it, too. She said nothing as she watched us with a smile of her own.

"I'd love to," I said, looking back to Wanda's eyes.

They looked blue in the light, a beautiful sky blue that put me at ease as soon as I stared into them. I slipped my hand into hers, letting her pull us closer together as she rested her other hand on my waist, the touch sending shivers up my spine. I put mine on her shoulder, allowing her to take the lead.

It was the most intimate we'd been, and as she maintained eye contact, I wondered if she could feel my hands trembling slightly, or my heart hammering loudly, or my palms turning a little sweaty. She made me nervous in the best way possible, her smile dazzling without realising and her eyes piercing without meaning to be.

She must have felt it, too, that tug in the pit of her stomach that I was feeling now. Otherwise there was something seriously wrong and I was already too deep into a crush on my patient's neighbour.

When the song ended, it feeling like mere seconds in total, she let go of me and I missed the contact and the smell of her perfume and the way she was looking at me.

"Couldn't have done it better myself," Anna spoke, forcing me to tear my gaze from Wanda's lips. She smiled at me knowingly. "You ladies definitely know how to dance."

I felt a heat creeping up my neck as I smiled to myself, distracting myself with the laces on my shoes. When I finally brought myself to look up, I saw Wanda already looking my way, a calm expression on her face.

As she did most times she visited, Wanda stayed with me and Anna until I tucked Anna into bed and bid her a goodnight. We left the apartment and Wanda decided to walk me to the lift that evening, a distracted look on her face.

It was silent between us, a comfortable one, until the doors slid open and I looked to her with kind eyes.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I told her, making her look to me. "Have a nice evening, Wanda."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. I watched with amusement, wondering what was going on in that pretty head of hers. The lift doors began to shut, so I put my foot between them to keep them open.

"I should go," I said with an awkward laugh, before grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently since she wouldn't speak. "Goodnight."

When I turned to leave, I got, maybe, a step into the lift before I felt her fingers wrap around my wrist and tug me backwards, spinning me around. I didn't get chance to ask what was up as she stepped forward, pressing her lips to mine in an instant.

Startled, I froze at the contact, but then her hand rested on the back of my neck as her thumb caressed my jaw, and I found myself melting into her, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling.

Her other hand fell to my waist as she deepened the kiss, sending me into the lift and the wall hitting my back. I moved my lips in time with hers, revelling at how soft and delicate and gentle she was being. Kissing Wanda Maximoff wasn't something I had realised would be this good, but now that I was, I never wanted to stop.

Unfortunately, the sound of the lift doors shutting pulled us apart. I was breathless, my heart racing and my lips swollen from her spectacular kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for such a long time," she revealed, stepping back a little. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed as she watched me with mild concern. "I completely should have asked though. I'm sorry that I overstepped."

She pursed her lips, forefinger and thumb pinching her bottom lip regretfully and gaze falling to the floor.

"You didn't overstep," I said, already missing the sensation of her lips against mine. "You stepped just the right amount."

She looked back up, eyes softening as her lips curved into a radiant smile.

"You wanna, maybe, do that again?" I asked without thinking, my mind a haze as Wanda still remained so close to me.

She laughed melodiously before raising her hand and cupping my cheek. Her eyes looked between mine before falling to my lips affectionately.

"I'd love to, dorogoy (darling)."

I smiled toothlessly before closing the gap between us, secretly wishing this lift ride would go on forever if it meant I could kiss Wanda like this.

—

After making out with Wanda in the lift, she asked me out on a date and it was the best date I'd ever been on. Nothing over the top but very thoughtful as she took me for a picnic in the park before getting ice cream for dessert.

We went on a few more dates after that, taking turns to take the lead with them, and she ended up asking me to be her girlfriend which of course I said yes to.

All whilst this was going on, I still cared for Anna and Wanda paid her visits when she could, though we tried to remain as normal as possible. We didn't think it was best to tell Anna that we were together since we didn't want to startle her or make her feel uncomfortable in our presence. Of course, keeping a secret from Anna is as good as nothing when she had eyes like a hawk.

Wanda and I were putting a plate of tea and biscuits together for Anna one day, myself lining up the biscuits neatly as Wanda lingered beside me. She was about to grab a biscuit from the plate when I smacked her hand away.

"Just one," she pleaded, but I shook my head before nodding to the packet on the side.

"Help yourself to those," I told her condescendingly. "These are for Anna."

"Just get her another," she said simply, before reaching over again.

I smacked her hand away again, giving her a knowing look.

"Y/N!"

"Wanda!" I mirrored her childish smile.

She narrowed her eyes petulantly. "Are you seriously doing this right now?"

"Are you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

She pouted and I so badly wanted to lean forward and kiss it away, but Anna was sat on her recliner behind us. Wanda seemed to know this as a mischievous smile fell on her lips, eyes watching me carefully.

"You're not cute," I mumbled, before grabbing the tray and turning to leave. As I was walking to Anna, a biscuit began to float off the plate, red wisps of energy wrapped around it and bringing it to– "Wanda!"

She laughed, eyes glowing red with magic, before grabbing the biscuit from mid-air and taking a bite.

"Such a child," I said under my breath before setting the tray on the coffee table before Anna. Smiling at her, I said, "Here you go, Anna. Do you want anything else?"

As I straightened up, flipping Wanda off behind my back and encouraging her laughter further, I noticed the way Anna looked between us both curiously.

"Everything okay?" I asked, eyebrows knitting together as she continued to study us both.

"Something happened," she decided. "Between you both."

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch. "Nothing happened."

"Something definitely did," she said knowingly. "I may be old, milaya (sweetie), but I have very good eyes."

"Anna, what are you talking about?" Wanda played dumb, taking a seat beside me, biscuit in hand.

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you two steal glances when you think I'm not looking," she said, pointing between us. "Or the way you," her finger settled on Wanda, "have been helping Y/N out more often than usual."

Wanda and I flushed, embarrassed that we'd been caught out. I was so certain that we'd successfully hid it from her, but clearly we were mistaken.

"We wanted to tell you," Wanda began, cheeks still pink as she leaned forward.

Anna silenced her with a wave of her hand. "Save it. I knew I was right. You two are together."

Pursing my lips, I waited for her to say something because I wasn't really sure what to say myself. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips.

"I'm very happy for you both," she said to us. "Wanda here always needed somebody in her life who wasn't me. And you, Y/N, are the perfect match for her."

I chuckled, looking to the girl in question, whose face was as red as her powers that she used to torment me with. I grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently, and nudged her in the shoulder.

"You hear that? Perfect match," I teased, making her roll her eyes to distract from her flustered self.

Anna said something to her in Russian, way too fast and incomprehensible for me to understand, even with the extra effort I was making to learn it. Whatever it was, it made Wanda get even more embarrassed, her green eyes darting around the room in an effort to overcome it.

"What did you say?" I asked Anna with amusement.

"Oh, nothing Wanda hasn't heard before," she said dismissively. "It's all okay. Isn't it, Wanda?"

"Yeah," Wanda mumbled.

"I don't know what's happening here, but I'm all for someone putting Wanda in her place," I said, looking between them both with an entertained smile.

Anna chuckled as Wanda shoved me in the arm gently before pulling me close again. I smiled at how cute she looked, pink blush creeping up her neck and teeth chewing on her lower lip to contain her smile.

I'd never get sick of the sight.

[dinandgone]

Fic Recommendations Pt 3:

Hi👋, well I didn’t exactly keep to my weekly schedule of posting fic recommendations but here some of the writers whose works I've been loving recently. Please go and show them all the love they deserve! 🥰

Quick disclaimer: A few of these fics are 18+ so if you are a child the door is there➡️🚪  , please close it on your way out, thank you. Individual warnings on the fics themselves. 

Well, This is Awkward(Series)~ (Dave York x F!Reader) by @pedro-pascal-love - Okay so I’ve been reading this fic religiously since it started and honestly she writes the angst and the romance so well. It is a rollercoaster of emotions but it is such an amazing read. You can find her main masterlist here.

If I Were Not Myself(One shot)~ (Din Djarin x Reader) by @bewitchedbodyandsol - I actually found this fic today and I don’t know how I missed it when it was published because its soo good. I absolutely LOVE the concept and it’s written so beautifully. 

Don’t look at me that way(Flash fic)~ (Frankie Morales x f!reader) by @just-here-for-the-moment - this fic is a little snippet. But its short and sweet and honestly it really hit home for me. Frankie fluff all the way! You can find her main masterlist here. 

Cursed(Series)~ (Helmut Zemo x F!Reader) by @clints-lucky-arrow  -those of you that know my blog know that its a little bit of a Mack appreciation blog at times. But honestly this fic, its like a Beauty and the Beast AU and when I say its a masterpiece of a fic I mean it. They don’t call her the Queen of Zem-hoes for nothin’.  You can find her main masterlist here. 

Can’t forget a special mention of the new chapters of The Nomad (shook with the building angst) and Call It A Night (honestly needed a few moments of silent reflection knowing that Mack has so many more chapters planned) 

Ad Astra(Series)~ (Din Djarin x reader) by @second-stars-totheright  - Ah this fic is so wonderfully written and I can’t wait for more. It’s one of those fics that I stumble across every now and again and re read because it is just ✨chefs kiss✨. I just realised that this was @rattlethe-stars fanfic blog and now when I stumble across her fics it makes it all the sweeter because she’s lovely.  You can find her main masterlist here.

Improper(One shot)~ (King!Din x F!reader) by @1800-fight-me ~ Oh boy where do I start with this fic I was so hyped about this fic and honestly Jo did not disappoint. King Din just hits different, it’s written so well and honestly be warned you may melt whilst reading this so proceed with caution. You can find her main masterlist here. 

Honour(Sequel to Creed)~ (past Din Djarin x gn!reader) by @fuck-goes-on - Did I cry? Yes. Yes I did. It’s so heartbreakingly good that it’s worth the tears. It’s written so beautifully and I can’t get over how well the dynamic is portrayed between the reader, Din and Grogu even when the reader isn’t present. You can find their masterlist here. 

Tempered Glass(Series)~ (Din Djarin x F!Reader) by @the-scandalorian - This fic is one of my favourites I think they write Din so well especially his dynamic with grogu in the most recent chapter. I can’t wait for more, I have so many what ifs for future chapters. You can find her main masterlist here.

Connection(Series)~ (Din Djarin x F!reader) by @beskarhearts - Ah th tension in this fic is written so beautifully. I am so in love with the relationship between Din and the reader. And the way she writes Din’s character is ✨chefs kiss✨. You can find her main masterlist here. 

Nightrider(Series Oneshot)~ (Hitman!Din Djarin x F!OC) by @honestly-shite - I didn’t know i needed this AU in my life but guess what I do now. The characterisation of Din just fits him perfectly and it’s written so well. You can find their main masterlist here.  Their art is also equally as amazing and you can find that here. 

Well, that was mostly Din Djarin fics but honestly I’ve been in a Mando mood for the past couple of weeks. Be sure to give these lovely writers all the love and attention they deserve. 💕

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Making paper ornaments with the Turtles:

2k12/Bayverse

"Fold the tab over like this," you instructed the boys, demonstrating on your paper star. You were happy to be there making ornaments with them, giving them a holiday they'd never really done in full before. This was their first experience with a real Christmas, and you wanted it to be memorable. So, you started with the tree.

"Fold it over this way?" asked Mikey as he went ahead and creased it, regardless.

Leo was concentrating in complete silence while he worked on his own paper star. Raph was getting frustrated that he couldn't seem to line the creases up right and that his star was the jankiest, and likewise, Mikey was feeling a bit competitive about it as his were not the best either.

You checked Mikey's work so far and gave him a thumbs up, "Just like that."

"This is impossible," Raph huffed, low-key comparing his star to everyone else's. His fingers perhaps weren't the most dextrous, but he tried anyway, which was all you could ask for. He leaned over and grumbled in annoyance when he saw Leo's star, which was neat and pretty as it was supposed to be. "Of course he's getting it."

Chuckling to yourself, you slid over to Raph and took a seat next to him on the floor. He was still going at the project, fueled by his need to compare to Leo's work, though threatened to drop it all together every time he messed it up. So impatient was he.

"Maybe paper crafts aren't your forte," you said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He was turned partially away, his arms folded, and his eye darted to you upon feeling the touch. You thought for a second. If this was really something he didn't enjoy, you didn't want to force him. So you said, "You're free to go if you don't like it. You tried, that's enough."

He was seriously considering getting up and going back to his room, but then he looked around at his brothers, all having fun and for once, it seemed like Leo wasn't thinking about anything but the moment. And he was right—Leo wasn't thinking about anything but the moment. His mind wasn't on battling or when the next move was going to be made by Shredder and his clan. He was trying to fold his star, he was seeing his brothers having a good time, and was having a good time himself. He softened watching them.

Raph hadn't noticed when your hand left his hard shoulder; he was lost in his own little world for a minute there, just taking all of this in. He settled down and picked the paper back up. "I'm gonna do it," he told you, trying once more at it. You smiled as he continued, but after folding something the wrong way, he looked back at you, sheepish. "I...think I forgot how."

"It's all in the technique, bro," Mikey chimed in from across the circle, already starting his third star. His work wasn't much to look at, but he was having fun—that's what mattered. They would still complete the tree. "Want me to show you how?" Mikey gave him a cheeky grin.

"No," replied Raph. He flashed his younger brother a narrow-eyed look, and Mikey waved it off, muttering for Raph to suit himself.

You showed Raph how to do it again, and finally, he had it. He went from acting too stoic go be doing such things to actually kind of having fun, participating in conversation and laughing along with everyone. Though cold outside and down below, the lair tonight was alight with smiles and playful banter and positive prospects. You couldn't have hoped for a better day.

"How're yours going, Leo?" you asked curiously.

Gaguing by his eyes remaining on his work rather than you, he was quite focused, and he answered, "I think I've got it." He finished the little blue star and handed it to you, admittedly a bit proud that his were better than even Donnie's. "Good, right?"

You stared at his neat, cleanly creased paper and then back at yours, noticing the crinkled points and occasional mistake. Leo really did pick up skills in good time.

"Yeah, actually," you answered, having expected to be the best at the activity.

"And what about yours, Raph?" questioned Leo. He cocked his brow.

Raph bristled, "Mind your own business!"

Splinter walked in and you jabbed at Leo's shoulder with your elbow. He quickly cut it out and rubbed the sore spot, taking up another piece of paper.

"I see you are all having fun," Splinter commented, hands behind back as be stood over the lot of you. After their rough week with almost every night occupied by some kind of trouble, this was a well-deserved break. He thanked you for being there to get their mind off things.

Mikey bounced up from his spot and shoved one of his paper stars in Splinter's face. "See, sensei?!

Splinter's ear twitched and he nudged his son's hand aside, a soft smile present on his face. "And Leonardo is making a...paper shuriken."

In a second, he threw the paper star at his Master, to which he caught between his hands, and Leo laughed. "Nice catch, sensei."

"Wait! A paper throwing star? That's way cooler than this stuff!" Mikey beamed as he tossed away one of his finished pieces. Splinter chuckled and ambled back to the dojo, not before sneaking a couple of pieces of paper under everybody's noses.

Donnie shot Mikey a dirty look and turned back to you with an apologetic smile, "You know him."

The calculative turtle went back to his own project, where he was carefully trying to line up each crease to the tee. His tongue poked out at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.

"A perfect thirty-five degree angle," he said as he did his last fold, accomplished. He cocked a brow at Leo, "Think you can get this close to perfection?"

"You're on," Leo answered with a smirk.

You checked on Mikey next, who was struggling on his yet again. You hated to see him behind everyone else, so you sat down at his side and said, "Need any help?"

"Nope," he responded. He was going at his paper with vivacity, and curious, you took a closer look. He'd strayed from the original star blueprint abd to some kind of wacky creation of abstract lines and weird angles. He'd even scribbled on it at some point with blue marker that you couldn't find even find now. He smiled in triumph and held it out for everyone to see. "I call this one a mutant star. See the mutagen oozing all over it?"

Donnie saw Mikey's odd creation and thought about how his brother was quite imaginative. Donnie could admire his more abstract approach to things; a quality Donnie oftentimes lacked. He was smart, but he had his pitfalls. "Let me try that," he said finally. He motioned for Mikey to hand him his piece.

"I know how to do it," Raph snickered as he crumbled up his half-finished star, throwing it at Donnie's head. It hit him square in the face. Donnie squeezed the paper in his hand hard, irked, and was about to fireball it back at his brother when something flew from the dojo and hit Raph right in the temple.

There Splinter was at the entrance of the dojo, holding a paper shuriken in his hand. He chuckled under his breath and slunk back into the room.

"As I was saying," Donnie cleared his throat, "I'm gonna try to make this...mutant star."

Mikey leaned in real close to Donnie's side, "You can try, but it'll never be the same..."

Brandishing both a bored look and his staff, he pushed Mikey away with it and went back to trying his hand at the new technique.

The entire project derailed from where it had started. But delightfully so—the night went on and eventually, it was time to wrap it up.

The boys were still expected to do their nightly patrol, so it was time for you to go, yourself. You didn't live too far, but you were family, now, and they weren't going to let you wander home in the dark alone. As you gathered up your stuff, Leo approached you with that gentle smile.

"Thanks for the night, y/n," he said, glancing back at the rest of his brothers as they dispersed within the lair to go do their own things until it was time for patrol. "We...haven't really done anything like this before."

You pulled your bag over your shoulder. "I had a lot of fun," you replied warmly, noting the appreciation in Leo's voice. "See you later?" You slipped your shoes on.

"I'm going to escort you home this time. Just to make sure you get there alright." There was a pause, and he added with an awkward laugh, "Can't be too sure with all of these mutants roaming around these days, right?"

"Right. Thank you, Leo."

Before you left, the boys helped you assemble the small fake tree they'd found discarded outside, and when all of you were done putting in your contribution, you took a step back. It was wonderfully unique, paper stars and shuriken and amalgamate creations decorated the tree rather than tradition. The boys were going to make their first true Christmas their Christmas, and as all of you stood back and admired the work, everyone was content. Life with them was beautifully strange.

[tenebrius-excellium]

How to Train Your Dragon for the ask game, please? (Love your blog btw, sending my best wishes and hugs! 💖💖💖)

Who ARE you, that's so thoughtful of you! Thanks for asking this! no but for real, I wanna know who you are! Somehow it's impossible to guess....could be anyone from the small circle of online friends who know me quite well, but whoooo XD How dare you go on anon and torture me like this! Thanks again you're so sweet!!

Give me a fandom and I’ll tell you:

My favorite parent-child relationship: I can't decide between Stoick & Hiccup or Valka & Hiccup. Both dynamics are amazing and wonderfully written.

My favorite sibling relationship: Hiccup and Dagur forever!!! Love how Hiccup is adopted against his will by his worst enemy lol. One of my favorite tropes on this planet. Alternatively, the Nightlights. They have peak chaotic energy

My favorite family relationship (other): Is the Rtte gang a family? Yes they are.

My favorite friendship between two people: Hiccup and Toothless of course, but what about ASTRID AND TUFFNUT THAT WAS COMEDIC GOLD AND SUCH AN IMPORTANT LEARNING EXPERIENCE FOR HER I LOVED HER PERSONAL GROWTH SO MUCH IN THAT EPISODE... and gosh then there's Stoick and Gobber who are ride-or-die war buddies. Are you seriously expecting me to choose one

My favorite friendship between a group: The gang with their dragons. With Garff, and Chicken, and all of them. They developed so beautifully over the years and grew so closely together...

My favorite mentorship: Valka and Hiccup. That one hit very close to home and was sooo important for Hiccup's character growth.

My favorite rivalry: Hiccup and Viggo. No explanation needed.

My favorite hatred/antipathy: Uhhh...I'd have to say Hiccup & Dagur as well. Dagur's like super creepy and every time he goes "BROTHER!!!" Hiccup is like "umm yeah that's a hard NO"

My favorite potential relationship between characters who never talk in canon: Gobber & Valka. I know they share some screentime but their dynamic is sooo underexplored. It could be amazing!

[tpwkjerii]

as you wish | 1

your one true love was lost in a pirate attack five years ago, and now you’re engaged to a cruel prince. with all your misfortune, you didn’t expect three unconventional thugs and a painfully familiar pirate to save you from a dreadful future. (inspired by The Princess Bride)

pairing: pirate!seokjin x princess!reader

warnings: fluff and angst, reader is forced into engagement and becoming a princess, death (no main character), kidnapping, choking (nonsexual), mentions of murder

genre: fairy tale/pirate au, semi established relationship au

word count: 1.5k+

a/n: first (and def not the last) seokjin fic!! loosely inspired by The Princess Bride, but doesn’t totally follow the plot! jin isn’t in this first part much but he will be a lot in the rest ;)) this part is on the shorter side but the rest will be longer!

next | m.list

There was once a time where your life was wonderfully simple, and with blissful simplicity came peace and harmony.

Before your father fell ill and passed away, you spent most of your days on the family farm. Every morning followed the same routine: wake up, get ready, prepare breakfast, and summon Seokjin for work. You remember Seokjin with a fond smile; he was your farm boy and, if you were being completely honest, the only man you ever truly loved.

In the beginning, you and Seokjin had a very average relationship. You were merely the daughter of his employer, and he was just the farm boy your father hired since he needed more help after your mother passed away. During the first few weeks, you hardly saw Seokjin as you favored spending your time alone in your room while you mourned the loss of your mother.

However, when the months grew warmer, you found yourself spending more and more time outside. You easily gravitated towards Seokjin, who had a smile that brightened everything within a ten mile radius and told jokes that always lifted your spirits. You and Seokjin quickly fell into a comfortable routine and dynamic together. Whenever you called him, he was there, and he did whatever you needed, whether that was fetching the bread to providing a shoulder to cry on, with a smile and three words in response: “As you wish.”

Now, as you sat in your new room in the country’s castle, you realized you would do anything to hear Seokjin’s “as you wish” just once again. Unfortunately, that was impossible.

Seokjin died two years ago in a pirating accident. What was supposed to be a simple visit to his parents across the sea ended with the loss of his life and all others on the ship. The news hit you heavily, and once again you found yourself holed in your room; although this time there was no Seokjin to lift your spirits and make everything feel alright again.

You still remember the last conversation you shared with him, and how he told you that he would return with “a gift that would make you happy for years to come.” That very conversation was when you discovered he loved you, and was also when you first told him that you loved him.

Unfortunately, you didn’t expect that the first time you told him “I love you” would also be the last.

You wondered how different your life would be if Seokjin hadn’t boarded the ship that day. Would he live with you on the farm? Would you have moved overseas to stay with his parents? There were several potential scenarios, but you knew one thing was sure: if Seokjin was still with you, there was no way you would be trapped in this suffocating castle like you were now.

You sighed as the maids knocked on your door for the third time.

“Princess Y/N, please let us in. The ceremony is to start soon and the King is awaiting your arrival,” they pleaded, and you willed your anger away as you knew that the maids were only trying to do their job and your reluctance would only get them in trouble.

With a sigh, you stood from your seat by the window and moved to unlock the large doors. Instantly, the maids darted in, pushing you into the chair in front of the vanity and attacking your face and hair with brushes and creams.

You remained silent as they worked, still unaccustomed to your sudden lifestyle change. Your quaint home and expansive farm turned into a stone castle with guards on every corner and maids ready to cater to your every need. These days, all you wished for was time alone, and the only time you really had that was when you went for a ride on your horse.

After a dreadful announcement ceremony where you stood before the people as their new princess and soon-to-be queen like a doll for sale, you rushed out of your formal gown into a much simpler dress more suited for riding. Without even saying a word to Prince Donghae, the man who forced you into your current arrangement, you ran out of the castle to the stables.

In lightning speed, you unchained your faithful horse and hopped on top of her. Admiring the beautiful sheen of her smooth black coat, you lightly kicked her side, a gesture to take off. Luna, your horse, took you along your usual course along the river at the edge of the kingdom. The serenity at the outskirts of the kingdom reminded you of your days at the farm, and the quiet allowed you to ignore reality and reminisce the past.

You felt the wind in your hair as you rode through the woods and wished that you felt this free every day. Ever since you arrived at the castle three weeks ago, your days were often occupied with various unenjoyable tasks. As someone who grew up on a farm, you were very much out of your league at the palace, and the court royals made sure to remind you of that every chance they could.

“How can the future Queen of this kingdom be this stupid?” they would mock you and force loud laughter out of their throats. You knew you weren’t unintelligent just because you didn’t know the rules of court (since you didn’t grow up in it like many of the others), but you bit your tongue back each time they ridiculed you — the commanding presence of the Prince always held you back from defending yourself.

Prince Donghae was not a kind ruler. Those rumors you heard around your small village were confirmed when he almost killed you the first night you arrived at the castle.

“Anything you do out of line embarrasses me,” Prince Donghae told you the first night you arrived after you caused a scene while being escorted to your new room. “You will not talk back in this castle, do you understand me?” he asked, his voice deep and threatening.

You had no choice but to agree as his grip around your throat tightened. You nodded frantically as you choked for air, your eyes tearing and your hands shaking on top of his. He smirked in satisfaction at your struggle and dropped you to the ground before walking away, leaving your struggling body alone on the cold stone floors.

Ever since that day, you did your best to avoid the Prince. You attended court when needed, putting up with the officials’ relentless bullying, and spent the rest of your time in your room or outside riding. Now more than ever, you wish Seokjin was here to comfort you.

Luna slowed as you reached the river, her pace slowing to a light tread along the banks of the large river. You admired the scenery; a few flowers were beginning to bloom and the river waters were crashing gently along the bank. Everything looked like it did yesterday, except for the small ship and three men that were just ahead of you.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as one of them gestured for you as if he knew you personally. Considering that you didn’t know many people, and that his face was completely new to you, you doubted that was the situation at hand. Your horse slowed down as you neared them, allowing you to get a good look at the three men.

They all looked young, potentially around your age or even younger, and were dressed like commoners. One of them had black hair that fell messily against his forehead and ended just on top of his eyes. He had strong and sharp facial features that you’d never seen before. The man standing next to him was equally beautiful; his bright red hair contrasted beautifully against his tan skin and drew attention to his pink lips and fox-like eyes. The last man matched the other twos’ beauty — he had blond hair that accentuated his sweet eyes and plump lips.

“Do you need assistance?” you asked as you finally reached the three men, hopping off your horse

The blond one stepped forward first, a thankful grin on his face. “We are poor, but lost performers. Is there a village near here?”

You frowned and shook your head apologetically. “No, I’m afraid that there’s nothing nearby for at least a mile.”

His grin quickly flipped from friendly and grateful to sly and sinister. “Then there will be no one nearby to hear you scream,” he stated, nodding to the dark-haired man next to him.

Your face dropped in confusion, and you were barely able to scream before the dark-haired man pulled you off your horse and into his strong arms. He covered your mouth with one hand and used the other to touch a spot on your neck. You instantly felt yourself lose consciousness; the world grew dark as your eyes slowly closed, and the last thing you heard was the cry of your horse as it trotted away.

[chaneilkular]

BESTIE JULES first of all how r u <3 i finished the babysitters club so let’s discuss what did u think i’m here to listen 😌💞🫂

bestie sunny!!!

let's immediately talk about it: the second claudia episode. there I was, happy about two claudia episodes in a single season... but at what cost? at what cost?! 😔

they always put my baby girl claudia through all of this... and for what? just to prove she's the best character? we already knew that! I'm going to miss mimi so badly, this felt like an assault on my person as well...! my grandma is the only grandparent I still have and that hit a little close to home... let's not even talk about it 🤧

lesbian icon janine, I'm going to mention her instead! the way I just knew™ ashley was her girlfriend the second they introduced her... and how much we love to see it! 🥰

before I forget it: shoutout to my resident misandrist kristy, she always keeps us humble. overall, I think all storylines were wonderfully written just like in s1 and everyone got time to shine and to learn. there's really nothing bad I have to say about anything. everything was beautifully done, the meaningful friendships, the teachable moments, the character growth... truly outsold, why lie 🙆‍♂️

[peachyteabuck]

passionate & burning II thor odinson x reader

summary: you’re busy with working from home, but thor has other plans for the day

pairing: thor odinson x reader

words: 1756

trigger warnings: needy thor, sweet sex, teasing, creampies, light breeding kink, light d/s dynamics

notes/other: this is my entry for @lancsnerd​‘s 1,000 follower writing challenge, congrats babe! my prompt was “Can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now?” and has been bolded within the fic!

ask box / masterlist / commission info / ko-fi

Thor falls to his knees next to your desk chair, leaning his head against your knees.

“My love, please,” he begs, looking up at you with those big doe eyes. When you first met, you described him to friends as a cartoon animal in a sickeningly cute animated movie – one of the protagonists’ friends who runs around giving quippy one-liners with gif-able facial expressions. It’s been a long while since then, and it seems that nothing has changed. “Please let me touch you.”

You look down at him, sighing. “Babe, you know this deadline is important. I can’t just blow it off to have sex with you.”

He huffs like a puppy denied another handful of dinner from the kitchen table, but says nothing else. You sigh, happy you don’t have to fight with him any further.

Still, it’s hard not to look at him when he catches the corner of your eyeline. It amazes you, that he’s remained on the floor, sitting on the steel grey carpet with folded legs and leaning back on his hands. He watches you with hawk-like eyes, following your fingers as you type out emails and cross out items on your miles-long to-do list.

It takes a long while, but you soon allow his presence to fall into the background of your thoughts, working diligently until he breaks your concentration.

“What?” you ask, turning to him.

He points to your water glass, which somehow had magically emptied itself since the last time you looked at it. “Do you want some more water?”

Thor’s tone is small, terrified of rejection. It wrenches at your heart, like a puppy tied to a tree without shade during a hot summer. Fuck, you think to yourself. He’s really damned good at this.

“Y-yeah,” you tell him, handing him the empty, room temperature glass. “Thanks.”

The man – now above you as he’s since gotten to his feet – gives a weak smile before grabbing the cup and walking away, sulking lightly.

Now you feel like you kicked the puppy that’s been tied to tree without shade during a hot summer. All that you can think of is the word fuck in varying volumes and degrees of desperation while you grit your teeth as you go back to your work.

You get a few more minutes of silence (whether the blessed or cursed kind, you can’t tell) while you forget why your lover left in the first place, only to be reminded of it when he comes back with not only the water, but a bowl of freshly picked strawberries – cut in half with the tops removed, just how you like it – and a fork. Your favorite snack, you think. Fucking Hell, he’s really laying it on thick, isn’t he?

“You know,” Thor says, leaving a kiss on your temple as he sets the glass down on its coaster and leaves the bowl right next to it. “you look really good in my hoodie.”

You’re nearing the end of everything you need to do – likely able to finish within the next few minutes or so. Thor doesn’t know that, though, and you’re sure not going to tell him.

“Thanks,” you reply, sipping at the ice water. “I’d look better if I was riding your dick while wearing it.”

You can hear Thor swallow, refusing to look at him as he drops to his knees once more, pressing kisses from your ankle to your knees.

“C’mon,” he moans, eyes already hooded. One of his hands – cold from the glass, makes goosebumps erupt over your skin. “Let me fuck you, let me make you feel good.”

You look down at him for a second, faux-hardened exterior threatening to crack when you catch those big, desperate eyes. “I can’t,” you say quickly. “You know this.”

Thor thumbs at the hem of your shorts, pulling at a thread that had come loose during their years of wear. “I know that if I felt you through your panties you’d be as needy as I am,” he mumbles.

You refuse to dignify him with a respond, instead turning back to your laptop. This was supposed to be your powerplay, damn it! You can’t let him see you flustered.

“C’mon love,” he coos, “Spread those legs for me, baby, please.”

Your hands fold themselves into fists, the pain of your nails digging into your palms the only thing keeping you from jumping Thor’s bones.

A small part of you wants to give in, wants to slam your laptop shut and push him onto his back so you can pull down his sweats and ride his cock in your office. It wants to give into him and his begging.

An even smaller part of you wants to draw this out – see how far he’s willing to go before he cracks.  

Either way, you still have one more email to answer and your patience for yourself and him is wearing thin.

“Babe,” you huff once more. “I just have to do one more th-“

“Can we just skip it?” Thor interrupts, fingers dancing around your thighs. “Can you just be kissing me now?”

Your mouth gapes for a second, trying to find a comeback. Each neuron in your brain seems to have stopped, though, so not a single word slips past your lips. In the silence, you find your breaking point.

You turn around, typing out the necessary response in the shortest way possible before gingerly closing your laptop and turning to the man who remains on the floor.

“I’m going to walk to our bedroom,” you tell Thor plainly. He’s nodding before you can finish. “And you’re going to stay here, facing the wall behind me, until I say you can move.”

Thor gulps but nods, knowing that if he follows direction he can only be rewarded.

“Good boy,” you tell him, getting up from your position it the chair so you can give him a small kiss on the forehead before you leave the room. When you cross the threshold into the hallway, you pause for just a moment – half expecting to hear the subtle creak in the floor as Thor attempts to expertly crane his neck to look behind him. Much to your delight you hear nothing but silence – the obedience flooding your abdomen with a satisfying warmth.

Once you’re in the bedroom, you strip before expertly positioning yourself – leaning against the sea of pillows and on top of the perfectly smooth covers.

“Alright,” you call out, hoping he can hear you. “You can come in now.”

It’s a split second later that you hear him jump to his feet and clumsily rush to the shared bedroom, losing all the grace of a king and a god as the desperation of a typical horny man took over control of his limbs.

Thor moans the second he lays eyes on you. It makes you laugh and spread your legs a little wider as he speaks. “Fuck, I need to kiss you.”

You smile and sit up straighter against the headboard. “Come do it then.”

Thor lunges to the bed without hesitation, crawling until he’s able to grasp your face with his large hands. His kisses are hot, passionate – nearly burning your skin as his body eclipses yours. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” he moans, grinding his growing bulge against your dripping core.

It’s hard to find the words to speak again, entire body focused on chasing the feeling of his clothed cock against your bare pussy. Somehow, though, you find an only-slightly snarky response in you. “Well, come do it then.”

Immediately Thor nearly growls, ridding himself of his too-tight pants and loose shirt and pulling you to him. Despite his size, it’s easy for you to maneuver him so his back hits the bed – grabbing him with your hand before spitting on his head and jerking him off.

“That feel good?” you murmur, reveling in the pleasure that paints Thor’s flushed face. “It feel good to finally have my hands on your dick after acting like a little brat for hours?”

Thor’s brain is too clouded to answer, unable to summon the power of speech as he finally gets what he’s wanted since he woke up that morning and found the other side of the bed cold, as you had already started your day hours prior.

Despite being nonverbal, you’re satisfied with the answer his body language gives you. Without any further delays (however how much you want to spend the next hour teasing him for what he pulled while you were trying to work), you align your center with his still-aching cock, moaning as he fills you just as full as ever.

You’ve been together for years – been fucking for even longer – but somehow each time feels like your first time together, your body both beautifully familiar and wonderfully forgetful when it comes to sex with Thor.

Soon, his large hands easily find your ass, digging into the skin as you fuck yourself down on his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, his eyes screwing shut as his head falls back. “Shit, you feel so good.”

You give him a blissful smile, eyes rolled back in pleasure as he fills you oh-so deliciously.  “You gonna come, babe?” you ask, nails digging into his bare chest. “You gonna come inside me?”

Thor releases a guttural moan, gripping your soft flesh hard enough to bruise as he process what you’re asking. “F-fuck yes!” his voice etched with that deep, chesty pitch that takes over when he’s close. “Fuck I’m gonna fill you up and watch it drip out of your pretty little pussy!”

You grin, fucking yourself harder on his cock as the muscles under your palms contract, his hips bucking into you in time with your own movements.

“Be a good boy and cum for me,” you tell him, leaning down to leave kisses across his collarbones.

He does – just a few thrusts later – spilling inside you with a loud cry before his entire body becomes boneless against the sheets.

“Did,” Thor’s breathless as you collapse next to him, squeezing your thighs together as you feel him dripping out of you. “Did you-“

Equally as breathless you shake your head, kissing at his shoulder as you cuddle into his side. “It’s okay, just give me a few minutes to recover and then we can go again.”

Thor grins, wrapping his arm around you, heavy lids closing as your small snores begin to fill the room. “Good, because I need a nap after that.”