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Mirror, Mirror | Two

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PART ONE

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda oscillates between crying and being overcome with confidence to confess. She barely has time to reflect when the devastating news arrives that you have a date, and Wanda needs to formulate a plan—quickly.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

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Note: cue the shenanigans of date stalking and taylor swift. Put your hands together for the real MVP of this chapter: Yelena.

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This week's philosophical question is: Is it gay to think about your best friend?

The short answer is no. The long, complicated answer is that it might be. 

There's logic and reasoning behind this because don't most people think about their best friend? Don't most people plan to have their best friend in the future? If not, then why would they be best friends in the first place?

Sadly, there's a rude awakening in Wanda's wobbly defense. Natasha is the only person to blame for blowing down her defense made of straw when Wanda chats with her on the phone in the evening while you're out for a photoshoot. 

"How's Maria doing?" Wanda asks.

"Good," Natasha answers, and Wanda can hear the tap water running and realizes the redhead is doing the dishes. "She'll be coming to visit during Christmas."

"Oh, you must be very excited!" Wanda beams. If it were her, she'd be ecstatic to be seeing you after so long. 

"Yeah, it'll be good to see her. I think she's bringing her girlfriend, Sharon. They've been seeing each other for a few months, and she doesn't have anyone to spend Christmas with since her grand-aunt passed away.

"Oh," Wanda's voice is low, brows furrowing. "That seems very fast if she's coming to spend a holiday with Maria. How do you feel about it?"

Natasha hums. "Happy, I guess? I haven't met Sharon, but I've been hearing good things about her. She's able to keep up with Maria's busy life as she's got her own, but they make time for each other."

"But what if Sharon's wrong for Maria, or Maria ends up getting hurt."

"Then I'll break Sharon's legs, but Maria's a big girl. I'll be there for her, but she'll be okay," Natasha chuckles.

"But—"

"Wanda, what's with the questions about Maria?" Natasha cuts off. "Is it something with Bug? Are you worried about Raye? She's told me they haven't even gone on a first date yet; why are you so worried?"

"It's not about that!" Wanda said defensively. "I mean—I am worried, but I just don't want her getting hurt. She's my best friend; she deserves someone perfect. Don't you want someone perfect for Maria?"

Even as the words came out of Wanda's mouth, she grimaced because she was nowhere near perfect herself. 

"Of course I do," Natasha sighs. "But unless Maria is hurting, I'm not going to get overly involved with her love life. She'll go at her own pace and update me as she goes."

"But how will you know if Maria is going to continue living away? If she gets serious with Sharon, will Maria still plan to move back here? How will you guys plan on having a wedding at the same time and picking a house in the same neighborhood?" Wanda asks seriously. Her tone is distraught because it feels like Natasha doesn't care about her best friend at all! 

There's a moment of silence on the other line before Natasha says, "We don't plan for that. I mean, I'll be bummed for sure if Maria doesn't move back but we'll always be best friends. We'll visit each other and keep in contact as often as we need, but we don't need to physically be in the same place."

And another realization slides into place. 

"How are you guys best friends?!" Wanda yells into the phone before she hangs up without another word. 

Wanda knows that she'll have to call Natasha later and apologize and say she's on her period or something, but right now, with her eyes hot and wet, she digs her face into her pillow and cries instead.

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"Hey, I need to head out for another shoot today. Do you want me to pick up anything for you?"

Your voice muffles through Wanda's closed door. You've come in a few times, but Wanda had stayed in bed and pretended that she might've been under the weather. 

"No," Wanda says loud enough so you can hear it. "Have fun, though."

"I'll be home soon and make you some paprikash, but there's some chicken soup in the fridge for you if you want some while I'm gone," you reply. Wanda momentarily hears your hand land on the doorknob, but you don't turn it and come in. "Feel better, brat."

You don't wait for Wanda's response even though it is a quiet, "Thanks, stinky."

Alone in the apartment once more, Wanda sighs. She's been all over the place emotionally since she last talked to Natasha on the phone. She later sent a voice memo through text apologizing and said her period just came, which explained all the craziness. Luckily, Natasha was kind enough to leave it be, but they haven't chatted much since then—mostly on Wanda's end. 

Wanda's been caught between wanting to spend more time with you and distancing herself while sorting through her feelings. It was so easy at that moment to leave Vision and feel intense jealousy of Raye, but now in their own little bubble, everything was unraveling like a poorly wrapped present. 

The only saving grace was that you and Raye couldn't align your schedules to go on a date anytime soon. Raye was out of state currently and was supposed to be traveling for work for the next few weeks, and you were confirming projects that were supposed to be for the entire month. 

The extra time was sorely appreciated. 

In short, Wanda has cried 8 times in the last week while equally getting the inspiration almost to confess 7 times. 

There was a nagging fear, though. What if you didn't feel the same? What if Wanda was reading this one gigantic sign wrong, and you simply just liked brunettes with green eyes?

Or, what if you did feel the same and things didn't work out? What if the two of you date, and it goes wonderfully well before it ends? It doesn't matter what causes the end; just what if it did?

In either scenario, things would never be the same, and Wanda would lose her best friend of 10 years. 

Although, Wanda reasons that even if she confessed and you didn't feel the same, she wouldn't actually lose you. Sure, things would never be quite the same, but the friendship would continue. They've endured much worse, and Wanda would probably get over her feelings. 

Probably. 

Because if she didn't, well, Wanda wouldn't know what to do. She's lived too long of her life with you; she can't think of what it'd be like without you. Logically, she knew she'd survive, but there'd always be a part of her missing. 

Sometimes, Wanda thinks there was always a part of her missing until the day she met you. She can still remember 10 years ago like it was yesterday.

"Wanda, it'll be fine," Pietro's accent was thick and heavy, and Wanda refused to say anything out loud to acknowledge it. 

The girls in her class were already making fun of her accent, and her attempts to talk to them were rebuffed with looks as if they couldn't believe she dared to speak to them. 

It was too difficult, Wanda thought. It was too difficult to make friends when she transferred here mid-year, and everyone had already formed their cliques since elementary.

It was hard enough with the growing changes in her 14-year-old body, and she already felt awkward all the time—the giggling behind her back and to her face wasn't helping. 

Wanda wanted to go back home to Sokovia, except there was nothing left to return to. The war had reduced everything to shambles, and everyone else in her family was happy to have been able to seek refuge in America—Rochester, specifically. 

Wanda knew she should be grateful, especially since many of her aunts, uncles, cousins, and other extended family couldn't escape. She never really had too many friends, but the few she did went to Canada, and she knew she'd unlikely ever talk to them again. 

It was a lot of change, and Pietro was the only person who understood her at this new school, but even he couldn't do much since they shared no classes together. Plus, Pietro had still managed to make a friend, and Wanda didn't have the heart to make him sit with her at lunch every day. 

"Do you want me to eat lunch with you? I can ask Sam to sit with us," Pietro offered, but Wanda shook her head. 

"Are you sure?" Pietro asked again, preparing to sit with Wanda anyway, but Wanda shook her head.

"No, it's fine. I'm just going to eat my lunch quick and head to the library to catch up on some assignments," Wanda mumbled quietly, waiting for some girls in her class to pass by before she said it. 

"Okay," Pietro said, sighing since he was conflicted about staying with his sister or heading off to hang out with his friend. But at Wanda's insistence, he merely told her where she could find him if there was anything and took off with one last glance.

When Pietro was fully out of sight, Wanda took a seat alone at an empty table, pulling out her lunch reluctantly. She was quick to notice that the American kids typically brought a plain sandwich or bought food from the cafeteria, which usually consisted of the same foods like pizza or mac and cheese. 

While the comments about the food she brought were also embarrassing, Wanda didn't have it in her to ask her mother to make something else. Money was tight, and asking to add other things to the grocery list just so she could fit in didn't seem worth it when it wouldn't do anything about the fact no one wanted to talk to her. 

So, Wanda pulled out the finomfőzelék with her breaded chicken breast. She still didn't open it and let her containers sit on the table. 

Wanda wasn't quite sure what was causing it. Maybe it was just this specific instance of sitting alone, or maybe it was the last week and a half of enduring this, but Wanda felt her eyes burn and water. She willed it with everything she had inside to not let it fall and took a deep breath. 

"Hi."

The sudden sound made Wanda's head snap up, eyes wide with surprise. You stood there, and Wanda sort of recognized you from her classes. She thought she shared all but one with you. You've never contributed to the bullying but never stopped it or talked to her, either. 

Wanda vaguely recalled you've been sick with a cold the last few days. Her eyes shifted to look behind you, and she could see your friends looking very confused and beckoning you to come back to their lunch table.

"Hi," Wanda quietly greeted you back, wincing at how the accent could even come out with one syllable. 

You sat down suddenly, clearing your throat. "Can I ask you something?"

"Okay," Wanda replied warily. 

"Do you practice witchcraft?"

The question stumped Wanda.

"What?" 

"Do you practice witchcraft?" You repeated, looking serious. 

"No," Wanda frowned, so perplexed that she couldn't even be upset about her accent. "I don't. Why would you think that?"

"Well, Hela has been spreading rumors that you're a witch from Sokovia, and that's why Mr. Coulson passed away suddenly when you came."

Then, it's suddenly so clear why no one has been talking to her. 

"But if you're not a witch cursing people to death, then that's cool," you said, interrupting Wanda's thoughts. "I wanted to ask you that earlier but then I got sick for a few days. So, do you want to hang out with me?"

Wanda just stared at you, her heart racing because finally, finally, she was going to have a friend. "Yes," Wanda replied quickly, smiling. "That'd be...cool," she repeated your slang. 

"Cool," you smiled back before pointing at her food. "Noticed you bring different food every other day. Can I try some? I'll trade you some of my sandwich. Heads up, though, my mom has been experimenting with food. This week was Chinese food, so beef and broccoli might be between the bread."

Wanda smiled at the memory, the ends of it tapering off. You changed her life, and even when Hela made fun of you, you shut her up with a comment about how she stuffed her bra. It was devastating to a 14-year-old. 

After that, the two of you were inseparable. You still occasionally hung out with your group of friends, but you definitely drifted to spend time with Wanda. 

Wanda wonders if it was actually at that moment that she fell in love with you, but at 14, she didn't know how else to interpret it other than friendship. 

You and Wanda didn't meet Nat, Steve, Bucky, and all the others until high school when the other districts were poured into one school. Since then, so much has happened. 

Your parents divorced.

Wanda's mother passed away from cancer. 

You dated Sam very briefly, giving him your first kiss and then shortly breaking up with him after. 

You came out to her, scared, hesitant, and so happy when Wanda didn't care. 

Wanda started to date Vision.

Wanda wanted to go to NYU, and you happily went there with her. 

You confessed you had a crush on Natasha but didn't want to pursue it. 

Wanda's first break-up with Vision. 

You dated Jean Grey and cried when she left you for Scott. 

When you wanted to stay in New York City, Wanda decided to stay here too, rooting her career here with you. 

Wanda wonders if maybe actually she'd fallen in love with you several times over and over but didn't know how to interpret any of her strong feelings for you, categorizing them as friendship just as she did when she was 14.

"I'm home!" 

Wanda hears the apartment door close and the shuffling of you taking off your shoes. She looks at the time and realizes two hours have already passed. Deciding that she's wallowed enough, Wanda decides to get out of bed and leave her room, running her fingers through her hair to tame it.

When she enters the kitchen, Wanda finds you starting the process of making paprikash. It's something you've always done for her when she's sick, feeling down, or homesick. Yet, in this moment, something swells inside Wanda's chest, and she wants to burst out crying again.

"Oh, hey," you turn around and smile as you see her, and Wanda clears her throat and blinks the tears quickly away.

"Hey," Wanda smiles back as she makes her way towards you. "You didn't have to do that, you know. I'm feeling better."

You open your arms for her to dive into a tight hug. You smell like clean laundry and mint, and Wanda wants to bottle your smell. The tension in Wanda lately starts to drain from her body as you rub her back comfortingly. 

"Some paprikash never hurt nobody," you joke. "I'm glad you're feeling better, though, brat. Is it the break-up with Vis?"

"Huh?" Wanda's brows furrow. "No, not really. I haven't really thought about it."

"Homesickness?"

"Er," Wanda fiddles with the back of your shirt. "Kinda, I guess."

"Well, good thing Thanksgiving is in a few months. Your dad and brother are coming here this year, right?"

Wanda nods, brightening at the thought of seeing her family. "Yes, I hope papa and Tony don't get into it again this year."

"I think your dad gets a sick sense of joy of torturing the son of man responsible for all the weapons that destroyed Sokovia," you say dryly. "I think Tony's starting to catch on he's not serious, though."

Wanda chuckles, and you pat her shoulders before you pull away and take out a knife and chopping board. Watch sits on the bar stool, watching you cook, letting things fall into a comfortable silence. 

This was everything, Wanda thought.

Nothing could ruin this moment, and Wanda thought long and hard, building up the courage to say something about her feelings. She wasn't sure what to say, so she might start with something flirtatious, but Wanda would say it more sensually instead of the usual joking tone. 

"Oh!" You say without looking at Wanda, chopping the onion and garlic. "I forgot to tell you. Raye's flying back in a few days before heading out again, and we planned a date this weekend."

Everything is ruined, and Wanda can't tell if the onion or the devastating news is causing her eyes to water.

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"Why did you bring me here?" Yelena hisses.

"Because I can't bring Natasha!" Wanda hisses back. "And be quiet or else they're going to hear us!"

"Why not Natasha? She's your other closest friend," Yelena says, quieter as she grumbles. "You're making me miss movie night with Kate. We're supposed to watch Insidious and you're ruining my chances of making fun of her being scared."

"Because," Wanda exasperatedly says. "I've already had a meltdown with Natasha, and she's going to make all sorts of comments if she knows I'm doing this now. I can't be here alone since this is the type of restaurant only couples go to."

"You think I won't make comments?" Yelena raises her brow at Wanda, looking frighteningly similar to Natasha at that moment. "I thought you grew out of stalking Bug's dates in university."

Wanda doesn't reply, too busy staring at your table. Raye is making some kind of flirty comment, reaching across the table and lacing your fingers through hers. You're laughing—Wanda can tell with how your shoulders shake. 

The restaurant you've chosen to take Raye to is a slightly upscale steak restaurant. You've ordered cocktails, a bottle of wine, and two appetizers to start. 

Raye's biting her bottom lip suggestively before she takes a sip of her wine, her index finger is stroking the back of your hand, and Wanda's wondering if she can bribe a waiter to spill a glass of beer on Raye accidentally. 

"Seriously, I know you're best friends, but this is out of hand. Just confess before Raye steals your girl and they get married."

Wanda whips her head back towards Yelena, eyes filled with indignation. 

"THEY WOULD NEVER—"

"SHHH," Yelena hisses, and they both have to hide behind their menus when you turn around and look. "Jesus Christ, Maximoff."

"They would never get married," Wanda huffs before peeking outside her menu to see that you've returned to your conversation with Raye. But then she turns back to Yelena. "You know about my feelings? Did you always know? Did you—"

"Shut up," Yelena groans. "No, I was just fishing, and you're the sucker I caught. I mean, was there a time I thought you guys were too close? Yes, but it eventually became normal."

The two of them put their menu's down when it's safe, and Yelena seems to be carefully planning how to explain her thoughts. 

"We've all accepted that you guys are very close, but you both kept dating different people—you specifically only dating boys and then Vision. It worked out that we were all going to NYU, but did you know that Bug had an offer to study abroad and do an internship that would've accelerated her graduation and then career?" Yelena carefully looks at Wanda's face.

"What?" Wanda frowns. She vaguely remembers you mentioning the program but recalled you dismissing it. You didn't tell her you were offered a spot in the program. "No, but I mean, she was building her online platform, and it was taking off. She didn't need to do an internship."

"No," Yelena agreed with a shrug, "but it wouldn't have hurt. I suspect she couldn't stand the idea of being away from you for a year. Just like how you turned down the job offer in LA at graduation when you knew she would stay in NYC."

"That wasn't—I just—" Wanda huffs. "I like where I am now. My work is flexible." 

"Yeah, but being in public relations, you could've been making twice the amount you are now," Yelena raises her brow again. "Although, at this point, I suspect you both chose adaptable careers in case one of you wanted to move to another city."

"That's not true," Wanda protests.

"Do you even like being a PR?" Yelena asks. "At least Bug loves photography. You, on the other hand, have a talent for PR, but it'd be just as easy for you to do anything else."

"I do like it," Wanda stresses. "It's easy, and the clients I've got keep me busy enough. Just because I don't spend all my time on it or talk about it doesn't mean I don't like it."

"But—"

"Enough talking, our food is coming, and you better be ready to leave at a moment's notice," Wanda cuts Yelena off as the waiter arrives and sets their food down. 

"Worst. Date. Ever," Yelena deadpans.

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As it turns out, Raye lives relatively close to the restaurant as you walk hand-in-hand back to her place.

And not too far behind, Wanda and a reluctant Yelena trail from a distance. 

"She's not going to Raye's house, is she?" Wanda whispers with a frown.

"Why not?" Yelena grunts, adjusting her leather jacket. "She has casual flings all the time, and by the looks of their date earlier, it went very well."

"Not. Helping," Wanda glares at Yelena. They enter a street filled with apartments, and Wanda is careful about not following too close and walking under the streetlights.

"This is psychotic," Yelena groans. "Can't we go home? I feel like a literal serial killer out here."

Wanda doesn't respond, just staring ahead as they continue to walk. You're swinging your hand back and forth, interlaced with Raye's. There's giggling, and Raye keeps leaning closer to say something to you. 

There's so much sexual tension that it's palpable from here, and Wanda wishes there was a serial killer out here. 

How was Wanda going to stop this? How was Wanda going to prevent you from going home with someone else?

Wanda picks up a small rock and chucks it hard toward your general direction, hoping to spook the two of you apart. Except, her aim is so terrible that it flies completely left and hits the car beside you instead.

The car alarm goes off, setting off flashing lights and a very, very loud beeping noise.

"Wanda, what the fuck—" Yelena is cut off when Wanda suddenly shoves her down into a bush and dives next to her. "Ow, you fucking—" Wanda slaps her hand over Yelena's mouth.

You and Raye look behind, completely perplexed, when no one is there. You try to check out the vehicle, but other than a small dent, nothing is wrong with the car otherwise. Since neither you nor Raye caused it, you continued walking.

It turns out Raye lived in the building just a few steps ahead. You both stand at the door, holding hands before Raye throws her arms around your neck, smirking. 

Wanda's about to pick up another rock when Raye moves in suddenly for a hot, searing kiss.

And when Wanda watches you kiss back, her hand goes slack. Something awful builds in the pit of her stomach, and there's nothing Wanda can do when she watches you go into the apartment. 

Yelena watches Wanda's crestfallen face and sighs. "Wanda—"

"Let's just get back to the car and go home," Wanda mutters as she stands up, not bothering to brush off the dirt, leaves, or twigs from her hair. 

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The car ride home is sickeningly pathetic—a new low for Wanda. 

"PLEASE DON'T BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE. PLEASE DON'T HAVE SOMEBODY WAITING ON YOUUUU—" Wanda hoarsely cries out, tears streaming down her face. She's off-tune, and she's screaming more than she is singing. 

"Oh, god," Yelena sighs, bringing her hand to her face in embarrassment in the passenger seat. They've stopped at a red light, and the car beside them is staring at them strangely. "This is sad for even you, Maximoff."

Wanda doesn't even acknowledge that she heard Yelena, only belting out, "I'LL SPEND FOREVER WONDERING IF YOU KNEW—"

"Just kill me, just kill me, just crash this car and kill us both," Yelena mutters to herself. 

The house is dark when Wanda returns, not that it should be any surprise. Deep down, though, Wanda hoped you'd return home and somehow beat her to it. 

Wanda's eyes feel tired and raw from crying the entire way home. Yelena gave her a reluctant hug, mustering all her kindness into rubbing Wanda's back and kissing the crown of her head when it was buried in her friend's shoulder. 

Pulling out her phone, Wanda looks at her texts. One from work, a couple of Natasha, one from Vis, and one from Pietro. She stares at your name in her messages, but nothing comes even if she wills it. 

Instead, she shoots you a quick "hey :)" and puts her phone away. You'd unlikely answer, but Wanda couldn't help herself. 

Sighing, Wanda gets ready for the night, trying to not let her mind drift on what activities you and Raye could be doing.

Please let it be scrabble, please let it be scrabble, Wanda thinks as she finishes brushing her teeth. 

As she walks towards her room, she pauses. It's unlikely you'd return until tomorrow morning, maybe even noon. Biting her lip, Wanda turns and walks into your room instead, crawling into your bed under the sheets. She pulls the blanket up to her chin, inhaling your scent slowly.

It both comforts her and makes her heart twinge. 

After an hour, sleep falls upon Wanda easily, and she's nearly in a deep sleep when the lights suddenly turn on, and a yelp is heard.

Wanda wakes up suddenly, shooting up with her heart pounding that it's a robber, but it's just you standing at the door with your hand over your heart and chest heaving. 

"Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!" You scold Wanda. "I totally thought you were my sleep paralysis demon!"

Wanda rolls her eyes at the comment but frowns as you calm yourself and rummage through your closet for sleeping clothes. "What are you doing at home? I thought you were going to sleep over at Raye's."

"She got a call in the middle of everything. It was her sister or something having some kind of meltdown. Raye says her sister can be dramatic, and it happens once a month, but she couldn't really hang up. I got sleepy waiting, but I didn't wanna crash there to just sleep on a first date," you answer. 

"I'm sure you would've gotten some in the morning," Wanda mutters.

"I guess, but feels weird since it'd definitely be rushed," you take off your jacket and socks before heading to the bathroom. "It's fine, we'll probably reschedule for another date." 

"Perfect," Wanda sighs as she starts to get up. 

"Stay there, brat," you tell her as you stand at the door. "If you're gonna sleep in my bed, you better commit to the sleepover."

Wanda sticks her tongue out at you, which you return before you leave.

Tapping her fingers against the sheets, Wanda smiles. Maybe the night wasn't so hopeless after all. 

PART THREE

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“Go ‘head baby, cum on my fingers.” 

“Hey, you alright?” Kiyana jumped as she was forced out of her daydream. She snapped her head over to Josh who was standing in the doorway of their ensuite bathroom. “You been spacing out all day, you good?” He stepped closer to her, worry written all over his face. 

Since the ‘club incident’ she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Joe and she felt like shit, because here she was mad and talking about divorcing her husband and she was no better than him. She had decided to keep what happened to herself. Even when Samara asked she kept quiet. 

She 100 percent did not mean for that to happen. Everything happened so fast, one minute she was drunk and dancing then next thing she knew she was getting fingered by her husband's cousin and she sobered up almost immediately. Kiyana had chalked it up to the fact that she and Joe were both drunk and that was that. They were drunk and clearly weren’t thinking straight.  She was drunk and if she was sober none of it would’ve happened. But, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

Her mind also kept going back to graduation night ever since Joe brought it up. And while yes, she and Joe did some things. She didn’t technically cheat on Josh- it was still wrong considering what happened between her and Joe took place 30 minutes after she broke up with Josh. But They were kids back then  and they both promised that neither one of them would ever bring it back up especially since she got back together with Josh the next day and not to mention the fact that Joe and Josh were family. 

“Key.” She jumped again and looked at Josh. Shit I spaced out again. She thought as she cleared her throat. 

“I’m fine. Are you ready?” She asked to which he nodded his head. “Okay, I'll meet you downstairs. He nodded again before hesitating as he took a step closer to her, bending down to place a kiss on her cheek but she moved back. Clearing her throat again, she turned back towards the mirror and finished doing her make-up. 

Josh had somehow secured them an emergency counseling session with the same counselor that tried to help his mom and dad before their divorce. The whole ride to Dr. Anderson’s office, Kiyana could feel Josh staring at her every so often and would try to place his hand on her thigh and she would fling his hand off of her. 

“Are you going to at least try and listen to what Dr. Anderson has to say?” He asked once he put the car in park and she inhaled a deep irritated breath. 

“I’m here aren’t I?” Was all she said before she exited the car, slamming the door behind her. 

Dr. Anderson stared at the couple in front of him. Kiyana had scooted herself all the way down to the other end of the couch and had basically tucked her body into herself. Her body language was telling Dr. Anderson that she didn’t want to be there and she would not be open to anything he had to say. While Josh on the other hand had a semi-relaxed posture, he was nervously  tapping his fingers on his knees but he was open and he wanted to see a change. 

Dr. Anderson cleared his throat, getting the attention of the two of them. “Thank you for coming.” 

“Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.” Josh said, wiping his hands on his pants. Dr. Anderson observed Kiyana roll her eyes. 

“Now, you told me a little bit over the phone.” He said, bringing his attention back over to Josh who nodded. “There was some infidelity?” Josh nodded again and Dr. Anderson hummed and wrote something down in his notebook. “From who?”  Josh cleared his throat and raised his hand tentatively. 

“I uh- I had a four month affair. But it’s over now and if I could I would go back and never give that woman the time of day.” 

Kiyana snorted and rolled her eyes. “So hearing that your husband just said that, how does that make you feel?” Kiyana shrugged. 

“I think he’s talking out his ass and I believe everything he’s going to say today will be a load of bullshit.” Dr. Anderson nodded again and wrote another note in his notebook. 

“Okay, so tell me how was your relationship before the cheating and were there any noticeable signs of the cheating?” Kiyana inhaled a deep breath and snuck a glance over at Josh who was already looking at her. How was their relationship?  

“It was normal I guess,” She shrugged. “I mean we were together since high school but I never thought that he would actually cheat on me, you know? We’ve had our problems in the past but it’s never led to anything like this.”  Josh felt like his heart was being ripped out his chest as he watched the tears trinkle out of her eyes. 

“Were there any noticeable signs of cheating?” Dr. Anderson asked again. 

“No,” Kiyana shook her head. “Everything remained the same. I had no reason to suspect that he was cheating.”

Josh sank lower in his seat as he listened to Kiyana tell Dr. Anderson how good their relationship used to be, the more he listened, the more he felt like complete shit. All he wanted was to forget about Shanté and move forward with his wife. Because if he was being completely honest,  He didn’t know how to live without Kiyana. So he hoped and prayed that this first session with Dr. Anderson would get them back on the right path. 

Shanté stared at the house in front of her, she could actually see herself living there when Josh got rid of Kiyana and their kids. Nikkita had told her this was a bad idea but obviously she didn’t listen. She wasn’t let Josh go without a fight. He had blocked her on almost everything and this was the next step. She needed him to see that they belonged together and that she was the right one for him.  She made sure her make up was right before stepping out of the car and walking up to the front door and knocked. 

Kiyana had just left the kitsch after making her and Trin a drink so she could tell Trin all about the counseling session when there was a knock at her front door. She and Trin had stayed back at the house with Kairo while Jon and Josh took Kamari and Kaiden with them to go get food. 

“Sis, you expecting someone?” Trin asked as her and Kiyana both looked in the direction of the door with confused looks on their faces. Kiyanna shook her head and placed both of their drinks on the coffee table before going to open the door. 

“Hi, can I help you?” Kiyana asked with a friendly smile, but that smile quickly vanished as the women in front of her seemed irritated by her presence. 

Shanté rolled her eyes when Kiyana opened the door. “Yeah, is Josh here?” She asked, crossing her over her chest and Kiyana felt her heart drop into her stomach. She took a good look at the woman and immediately knew this was who her husband had an affair with. 

Shanté had a smirk on her face now. “Yeah, you know who I am don’t you?” She asked cockilly, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She looked Kiyana up and down with a look of disgust on her face. This is what he had to come home to? No wonder he decided to cheat. Shanté thought. 

Kiyana closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself down. “He ain’t here.” She tried to close the door in her face but Shanté pushed it back open. “Girl, i’m warning you, get the fuck outta here.” 

Shanté pouted. “Is that anyway to talk to your kids' step-mom?” She cackled and Kiyana snapped, she landed a perfect right hook on Shanté’s jaw, knocking the other woman down to the ground. Trinity came running towards the door when she heard the commotion. She pulled Kiyana behind her and glared at Shanté. Before she could say anything Josh’s car pulled into the driveway. He rushed out of the car and over to Kiyana who pushed him away from her and stomped into the house. 

“Hi baby,” Shanté said as she pulled herself up off the ground. “You miss me?” 

IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKS 😭

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE BETTER I PROMISE 🤞🏽

FYI: Kamari is 6

Kaiden is 3

Kairo is 2 (almost 3) months.

[verstppism]

Boy's Talk (About You) • Masterpost

>pairing charles leclerc x max verstappen

>genre socmed, friends to lovers, slow burn, i'll write a chapter at some point (prob the last one), fluff

>synopsis everyone has their secrets, a group chat formed by charles leclerc, pierre gasly, alex albon, lando norris and george russell knows all of them. the 'kill the grid' chat has only one purpose: gossiping about other drivers' lives, romantic and social

or, a casual chat leads to charles confessing a crush on max, who's has been his rival since childhood

>warnings obscene jokes (they get progressively worse im sorry), friends that bully each other, light mode, this fic started written right before the season ended so there's a lot of things outdated (yes this has been cooking since last year.... blame me)

>featuring charles leclerc, pierre gasly, lando norris, george russell, alex albon, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo and two original characters that appear for a chapter or so (many other drivers might be mentioned/appear throughout the story)

>status completed!

>schedule possibly every friday

>start date 2024.01.26

>end date 2024.04.12

disclaimer‼️ this is a work of fiction! nothing written here is real and should be taken seriously. all action and events are completely fictional and are here for entertaining purposes only! it does not reflect on how i see these people. also, this fanfiction is for FANDOM ONLY, please do not share this anywhere the people mentioned could see, thanks. (translates to: i dont want a lawsuit from kelly piquet)

PROFILES >

KILL the grid 🔥 gc // max & daniel // fan accounts

CHAPTERS >

. chapter 1 : caught on 4k

. chapter 2 : i'm not insane,

. chapter 3 : just a mastermind ;)

. chapter 4 : can't leave you alone

. chapter 5 : just us, our little secret

. chapter 6 : after the storm

> chapter 6.2 : ...is it over?

. chapter 7 : in my dreams you love me back

. chapter 8 : take me anywhere but home

2024 © verstappism ... don't copy, steal or repost! this took so long to do and socmed aus like these are very hard and complex to do. all credits towards events in the plot are reserved to me on tumblr.

[jccatstudios]

SoC Comic Adaptation and General FAQ

General

Who are you?

Hi, I'm Claire (she/they)! I'm currently studying to become a professional comic creator. I love drawing fashion, expressive characters, and anti-hero action.

Where else can I find your work?

You can find all my work on my website! I'm also on Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr. You can find my fan art under the handle jccatstudios, and my original art under jcscottart (only on Instagram and Twitter).

How can I support your work?

Besides supporting my work through your lovely comments and reblogs, you can help monetarily support me on Ko-Fi. Your support helps fund my college education.

Six of Crows: A Comic Adaptation

Why are you doing this?

Ever since I read the duology, I always thought it would make a great graphic novel series. When my professor encouraged me to start a webcomic, I took the opportunity to make the comic I imagined into reality. I want to see the whole series illustrated through comics one day. If I got the chance to make the official adaptation, that would be one of my biggest dream projects. I'm also using this project as an opportunity to improve my skills before I graduate.

Will you post it on (insert webcomic platform)?

Probably not. Most online comic platforms are meant for scroll format, and I'm making a traditional format comic. Plus, I post on so many sites already, so I think adding another would take too much time out of actually creating the comic.

Will you draw the whole book/series?

I wish I could! Since I'm not doing this full-time or professionally, that's quite unlikely. It would take years to complete it full-time, who knows how long as a hobby. I'd love to add a six-volume SoC graphic novel series to my shelf, but that of course can't be done without some serious backing. I'm currently working on adapting Chapter 3.

Where's Chapter 1: Joost?

I never drew it! I started with Chapter 2: Inej because I wanted to draw the main characters first. The first chapter of the comic is the second chapter of the book. I name the comic chapters after the book chapters just to make it clear which part of the book they correspond to.

Can I repost your art, use your art for layouts/edits, etc?

Yes, you may with visible credit. If you use it for your profile layout, put my handle in your bio. If you're reposting it or using my art for edits/collages, put my handle in the description. As long as it's for personal use, you can use my art. Do not sell copies of my art, use it in merch, or use it for any sort of monetary gain. Do not use my art for prompting or generating images.

Can I use your character designs and headcanons in fanart, fanfic, etc?

Absolutely! Please tag me if you do. I don't need credit since I didn't create any of these characters, but I definitely want to see what you create. :D

How do you make the comic?

The comic is made with mostly traditional methods with some digital editing. I pencil and ink all of the pages on bristol board. I mainly use the G-pen nib for characters and technical pens for the backgrounds. Once I scan the pages, I do light adjustments to the line art and correct any mistakes. The gray tones come from a single sheet of ink wash adjusted to be lighter or darker. The bubbles and lettering are all digital.

If anything else comes up, I'll add it here! Feel free to send me an ask if you have a question that isn't on this post.

[hellofeanor]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Fanfic writer interview

Tagged by @niennawept. Thank you!

How many works do you have on AO3? Ten??? That sounds fake but okay.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 709,876

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Distance, Space and Time (technically a series but I'm counting it as one story here because it's late and nobody can stop me): very standard Tony/Loki canon divergence.

Ghosts in Amber: something I wrote because Crimson Peak made my so angry I had to fix it.

Window to the Soul: the only explanation I have for why this is in the top five is that it was the first thing I ever posted on AO3?

Hallmark Christmas Movie: exactly what it says on the box.

Counterpoint: everybody's favourite genre: a 17th century baroque music AU!

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to but unfortunately I am uhhhhhh bad at things?

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Huh. This is a good question. Um. I don't know if I've ever written an angsty ending? Maybe Ghosts in Amber, which is technically a happy ending for the protagonists, but not necessarily due to happy circumstances?

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? For reasons that I hope are made obvious in the title, Hallmark Christmas Movie.

Do you write crossovers? I've considered it a few times, but never really got into the idea.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? LOL yes, one time somebody went through an entire fic of mine and left negative comments on almost every chapter. I have to admire their commitment to the bit. I don't have the time or inclination to bother leaving hate comments, and also I know how to use the back button when I come across something I don't like. The last comment was something along the lines of, "I don't know if I'll bother reading the sequel." MY DUDE, why did you bother reading past the first chapter of this one if you clearly dislike it so much??? Kids these days, SMH.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Sssssssssssometimes??? (I say, eyes darting nervously down to the task bar and the open document icon of my terrible Mirdania/Sauron WIP.)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes, but in a totally bonkers way? Somebody took screenshots of one of my fics and then reposted it on tumblr as a series of low quality JPEGs??? I have no idea what that was all about. The internet is a strange and wonderful place.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah! One into Russian and Japanese, and more recently somebody asked if they could translate one into Chinese, but I haven't seen the finished product come up yet.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but that might be something fun to try in the future.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? I... don't know? Probably my two OCs, about whom I will never write anything. :)

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Fuck. The Gods of All Things. I know exactly how I want it to end, but just can't bring myself to get back into the bloody MCU fandom.

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and jokes.

What are your writing weaknesses? Actually writing at decent speed.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I'm not a huge fan, and will only do under specific circumstances, such as conveying that somebody in the scene (and by extension the reader) isn't meant to know what's being said.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? Elrond/Gil-galad. Sigh. I complain a lot about how this ship isn't nearly as popular as it should be, while sitting here doing absolutely nothing to further it.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Hallmark Christmas Movie. It's so dumb. I love it. However, due to minor swearing and allusions to sex-having, I really should have titled it Lifetime Christmas Movie.

Who else wants to participate? @elrohare? @littlethingwithfeathers? @lordgrimwing? @plotdesigner?

[peterhollandkait]

Long time no talk!

Hey everyone, long time no see! I have been quite absent from tumblr for the last, god almost two years, but I am back!

Sunny and Frankie are coming back too! I am hoping to have chapter three and four up before the new year, so be on the lookout for that. I'll be changing the name, but the story is the exact same and I won't be reposting it, so you have nothing to worry about there.

Tagging my Frankie and Sunny taglist from 2023 here. If you no longer are interested in the story, or you want to be added to the taglist, send me an ask!

I love all of you and I can't wait to share what I have been up to.

@meveispunk @chaotic-mystery @i-own-loki @harperdoodle @wildemaven @tightjeansjavi @wonwoosthetic @im-the-daddy-here-5 @fckinel @aruthlessblackthorn @angelseye @angstylittlepascal @bitchwitch1981 @spookyxsam

[goldammerchen]

hetalia btt/bft trio + bavaria + saxony

Nonlinear – Summary of the War of Austrian Succession

also:

Main Storyline – Chibitalia

Comic Diary – Comic Diary Summary Part 7 (some comics about the Anschluss! Swastika drawing)

Nonlinear – Liechtenstein’s Doting Older Brother Journal

Collezione (link)

tumblr post about the tweet

Bonuses

Hesse:

From Bamboo Thicket (I don't completely agree, due to hearing about strong regional identification in GER, not so few still must be around in Heta logic)

Cleaning Mr. Prussia – Germany Intro

Germany - Stop There

German nations' military uniforms - Bamboo Thicket

Even more

Who are these here?

long text by Hima that doesn't really name drop any other state but talks about the unification

edit: they are back in chapter 516! finally canon sax and bavaria!

(hesse isn't there tho...)

[yukipri]

Wanted to make a quick apology.

There will be no Prime Override chapter update tonight.

Reasons are kinda depresso, so beneath cut. No need to read.

This week has been...rough. I wanted to bask in the satisfaction of having finished my May 4th art, but instead I've been spending every spare moment fighting art theft, some of the art that I'd literally just posted. I've filed numerous DMCA copyright takedown requests on Instagram, TikTok, and Pinterest (well over a hundred here). I know there are more out there. I am exhausted, and it's a second type of burn out, a worse kind, on top of the burn out of drawing.

I wanted to apologize because this means that instead of drawing or writing, I was copy-pasting links and explaining to various social media staff why thieves shouldn't be allowed to post my work. How "do not repost" is on my watermark on my art itself, how it's on all my socials bios, how it's in my FAQ. Instead of drawing or writing, I had to read the comments other folks were giving people who did not contribute a single second to my work.

I was aiming to get a new chapter of the Prime Override out tonight, but I could not even start.

So yeah. I'm sorry. The emotional toll aside, the very real fear-of-safety anxiety aside (since, y'know, filing DMCAs essentially means doxxing yourself to every thief), this also just took up all the time I would have otherwise spent on art and, it didn't happen.

I also wanted to say thank you.

Many times this week I felt like an absolute idiot, a complete and utter fool for bothering to feel motivated and excited about creating, for being excited to share it, when this is the result. Especially after the marathon effort I'd just gone through...it felt like punishment, in a way, for daring to think my work is worth anything. I will, can, and have left fandoms in the past for art theft, and part of me wondered if the time had come for me this time as well.

In those times, I scrolled mindlessly through the comments y'all have left me. Both on my art posts, in the tags and such on Tumblr, and just going through all my fics on AO3, just kinda reading all the kind words you folks have left me on my work blearily through my tears, to remind me why it's worth it, and it's not just people who want to hurt me out there.

The vast majority of you are so kind, so generous, have taken the time to look at my work and give a like, a reblog, a kudos, a retweet, or the greatest gift in the form of your thoughts and allowing me to feel that I've connected with you.

So thank you. I've had a rough week, but I'll get back up again. I'll try to get out the next chapter, the next art, as soon as I am able. Until then, please know that I appreciate you, and I hope that my future work can mean something to you too.

[ceratonia-siliqua]

Hi! Super weird question to ask, but, I was wondering if you were the person that wrote a fan fic of Bucky/Peter called “Forever.” On Ao3? If so, I always wanted to know what happened to that fic, because it was literally the best of literature I’ve read on Bucky/Peter. It was so good that I would go back to read it again, and I was wondering if you still had that fic, or if something happened to it, I just wanted to know because it still eats me up to this day that I can’t read it no more 😭. Also if this isn’t who I think it is, then I’m sorry please ignore this!

Hi!!! I'm not sure how old this message is but yes, I am the person who wrote Forever. The reason it got deleted was actually not by my choice. The coauthor was found out to be lying about faking a terminal illness and so she deleted her entire account on ao3 and I believe on tumblr as well. Ao3 terminates even coauthored fics if one person decides to remove it so the entire thing was removed and I have just never gotten around to fixing the issue because it was so time consuming and during the aftermath I was still finishing by Bachelor's degree and didn't have time to sort through and make sure I had all the files. Sadly, after checking it looks like all the files were deleted at some point.

But! I do have some good news! Ao3 emailed me some documentation of the original fic so I do have a readable version, it's just not formally posted anymore. I keep telling myself I'll get around to reposting it and so I haven't released the link but I have a feeling I might never get to it so here's the link since I feel bad its been hidden in a backroom for so long.

It is the story in its entirety and pretty much all the original information. Really the biggest hurdle to me posting it on ao3 has been needing to divvy things up into chapters and do all the tagging again.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Let me know if the link works. I tested it while logged out to make sure you didn't need to be signed into my throw away account to access the info and it seemed fine but confirmation doesn't hurt.

[drops-of-june]

CHAPTER IV: Sympathy for the Devil

• I don’t own the characters, this fanfic is based on the TV-Show Stranger Things (second season) from a Hargrove!Reader POV.

• Quick reminder to readers, I'm not a english native speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope you understand.

• You are not allowed to translate/repost inside or outside tumblr this fanfic.

• TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of violence.

Summary: Y/n goes to Corroded Coffin's rehearsal, and officially introduces the boys to Lady Lyria Starfall. Later they attend Tina's Halloween party.

Word Count: 2.8K

CHAPTER IV: Sympathy for The Devil

Apparently, y/n wasn't the only one who found nice people at Hawkins with whom to possibly create a friendship. Some kids in Max’s class had invited her to go out for candy at night, and while the younger girl had commented on it as if she didn't mind, y/n could tell beneath her nonchalant tone that she was glad someone had spoken to her. One of Max's concerns about moving in had been about finding new friends. 

'So I was wondering if I could go trick-or-treating?" she asked when they got back to the house. Neal automatically looked at Billy, and Billy looked at y/n. She rolled her eyes. Before her father could say anything, she interjected.

'If it's all right with you, I'll take her...' 

'Isn't she old enough to go trick-or-treating?' the man asked condescendingly, as if Max wasn't present in the room. Max looked at her mother as if seeking her opinion, but as was becoming her habit lately, there were times when she seemed to have no vote or say in what went on in the house. It was all Neal's decision.  

'It's only once a year, Dad. We've only just arrived, she has to get to know the place too.' With her father everything had to have a logical justification. 

'At twenty-one I want her here. The curfew will still be implemented here. Tomorrow there are classes.' He demanded looking his daughter in the eye, showing that there was no room for negotiations.

'Yes, sir.' Was all she could say.

***

Y/n had always been the rock of her family, shouldering the problems without complaint. 

If she had to count the number of times she had stopped doing something to help around the house, the list would never finish. Since her mother had left them, she had become a protective figure for herself and her brother. 

Against that she could have no complaints. It was almost natural. Billy and y/n were connected by a strong bond that was not only genetically explained. They knew each other almost to the level of knowing what the other was thinking, guessing each other's feelings, an empathic bond formed since they shared their mother's womb, and as time went by that bond was getting stronger. There were no secrets between them. It was one of the rules they had agreed to follow above all others. 

If there was one reason Billy hadn't become a reflection of Neal, that reason was y/n.

They were partners in mischief, accomplices in lies, and shields for each other against their father's mistreatment. Y/n was his brother's moral compass. Billy was her sister's anchor to the real world. For this reason, for the past two years they had had these objects tattooed on their ribs, representing their twin on their skin. 

However, with the arrival of Susan and Max, they had been joined by someone else to protect. 

While it didn't mean they didn't care about the woman, she alone had stepped into the lion's den. She was an adult, and if she had ignored y/n's advice to leave Neal, they weren't going to get any deeper. 

Max, on the other hand, was at risk of being collateral damage, and between the twins they had decided to take care of the girl from the abuse they had suffered. They had also involved her in this chain of complicity and concealment. 

They had almost created a system to evade the beatings and put Neal in a bad mood as much as possible.

***

On Halloween night 1984, Hawkins was vibrant with excitement and holiday spirit. Children and adults alike roamed the streets in costume as they passed house to house. It was y/n's favorite holiday, as it was the only one where she wasn't forced to spend it 'in family', and she had always spent it with her friends. This year, it was to be the first time in almost a decade that she would spend it without them. 

Neal and Susan had told her that she should accompany the girl for the evening, however, when she parked the car, she parked it in front of the address Gareth had written down for her in her notebook. When Max saw y/n's new friends in the garage, she gave her a confused look.

'If you promise me. Hey, look at me. If you promise to be here by ten to nine, I'll let you go alone.' Even before she finished saying the sentence, Max was unbuckling her belt to hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek. 

'I promise!' She said, her voice now drowned out by the Michael Myers mask she had just put on. 'You're the best!' She commented as she got out of the vehicle. Y/n climbed down from the driver's seat and walked around to her trunk, from where she pulled 'Ellen', her black guitar and walked over to the garage where she was greeted by the guys.

In Jeff's garage, band rehearsal was in full swing. Y/n, Eddie, Jeff, Grant, and Gareth were playing energetically, losing themselves in the rhythm of the music. They started with Ozzy Osbourne's "Bark at the Moon," with the guitar riffs echoing in the small space. Y/n, guitar in hand, felt every note vibrate through her fingers as Eddie sang with passion.

Then they moved on to Blue Öyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper," a song that always got the band in sync. Gareth's drumming set a steady beat, while Jeff and Grant kept the rhythm base solid. Y/n and Eddie would dive into a guitar solo, letting the music flow freely, instantly forming a connection similar to the one he had with Sam on stage.

After finishing the last song, the band took a break. Eddie, with a smile, approached the girl.

'Hey, Y/n, you know? We're about to finish an epic game of D&D. We'd love to have you join.' He said, with obvious enthusiasm.

She smiled, intrigued. 'I'd love to, but today I'd rather watch. I promise I'll join the next one. I could use the same character I had in Cali if you don't mind.'

'Great!' Jeff replied, peeking out from behind Eddie. 'It'll be fun to have you in the next game. We're in the final stretch and anything can happen.'

'Exactly' Gareth added, trying to convince her. 'This is the best time to go in!' She still seemed hesitant, so Eddie stepped in.

'Let's do one thing. We'll start... and you can join if you change your mind, how about that?' he asked, and after a glance of complicity, the boys prepared to continue with their game, while y/n felt more and more a part of this new group and their world.

Y/n sat on the side of the table so as not to disturb, and fiddled with her fingers against the metal rim of her can of Cherry Cola Slice. Eddie, with his characteristic enthusiasm, took the role of Dungeon Master, ready to guide his friends through the climax of their campaign.

The characters were in the midst of an epic battle against a red dragon protecting an ancient treasure. Jeff's wizard, Alaric Stormride, was casting spells of fire, while Gareth's warrior, Thorne Ironfist, was attacking with his sword, and Grant's rogue, Shadow, was slipping through the shadows to land critical blows.

Y/n, initially watching from a corner, was drawn into the intensity of the game, closer and closer to the table. The game was at a crucial point, and the determination on her friends' faces was infectious. 

Eddie, noticing her interest, smiled at her. 'Are you sure you don't want to join in? We could use a little bardic magic to turn the tables.'

Y/n hesitated for a moment, but nodded, finally convinced. 'Okay, count me in.' She commented, receiving cheers from the other three boys.

Eddie quickly integrated Lyria Starfall into the story. The elven bard magically appeared in the dragon's cave, her lute in hand and ready to inspire her new companions. The battle raged around her. The dragon spat flames and the heroes fought valiantly, but victory seemed to be slipping through their fingers. 

'Suddenly, in the midst of the chaos, a slender, graceful figure appeared, with silver hair that shone even in the gloom of the cavern.' Narrated Eddie, creating an epic moment. 'Lyria Starfall, elf bard, made her entrance onto the scene. With her lute in hand and steely determination in her gaze, she strode towards the other heroes.' She commented, giving y/n cue for her character to introduce herself.

'Greetings, brave ones! I am Lyria Starfall!'

'She said, raising her voice above the dragon's roar.' Eddie remarked, as the others listened expectantly.

'I have heard the stories of your exploits and have come to lend my music and magic to ensure your victory.'

Thorne Ironfist, the dwarf warrior, of Gareth let out a cry of relief at the sight of the new ally. 'Welcome, Lyria! Just in the nick of time. We could use some inspiration here.'

Alaric Stormrider, Jeff's human mage, nodded with a smile. 'Your arrival is a blessing. With your help, we can defeat this beast.'

Shadow, Grant's middle rogue, watched her admiringly. 'I hope you have some trick up your sleeve. This dragon isn't messing around.' 

Y/n looked at Eddie and rolled a d6 to play a song to inspire them in combat. Eddie looked at the number 5 on the dice, and giving it a thumbs up, continued.

'Lyria nodded and began to play a powerful melody on her lute. The music filled the cavern, infusing the heroes with new vigor and determination. With each note, the bard's magic intertwined with that of her allies, empowering their attacks and protecting them from the dragon's fire.’

'Now, let's attack together!' y/n shouted. 'I cast a spell of blinding light towards the dragon as a distraction,' she says to her companions, rolling the twenty-sided dice. They all look expectant, and watch as it stops on 18.

'The elf's spell blinds the dragon momentarily, giving the heroes a chance to defeat it.' Eddie narrates, looking at his friends. Each one rolls the dice attacking the dragon, and Eddie continues. 'With the new ally at their side, the heroes fought with renewed strength. The battle was hard, but with Lyria's inspiration, they managed to bring down the dragon and secure their victory.' He pauses, as everyone smiles. 'When the dust settled and the cavern fell silent, the heroes gathered around the fallen beast. Thorne, Alaric, and Shadow turned to Lyria, grateful.’

'You saved the day, Lyria. Said Thorne, tapping his shield in respect.' Gareth commented.

'We are indebted to you, added Alaric, picking up his staff.' Agreed, Jeff, raising his can of Mountain Dew.

'Shadow smiled. 'Welcome to the team, Lyria. We couldn't have done it without you.' Grant adds with a slight bow. Y/n smiles, already feeling truly part of the group.

'It was an honor to fight alongside you. I look forward to our future adventures.' She commented, bowing to the boys. The five of them then made a toast with their soda cans, celebrating the bond that had formed both within the campaign and in real life. As they helped Eddie put everything away, he remarked that it was still early, and that if they wanted they could go for a walk around Tina's party, and maybe laugh at the cool kids for a bit. Since no one really refused, and they were still bored, they started walking to the venue. Y/n followed them.

When they arrived, the party was in full swing, with loud music and costumed teenagers enjoying the atmosphere. As they walked through the door, y/n separated from the boys, each looking for his own corner to enjoy the night. The music and hustle and bustle were overwhelming, and y/n soon noticed the presence of her brother Billy, being the center of attention, surrounded by the popular kids. Deciding to avoid being a part of that, she slipped away to the other side of the house.

She ended up in the backyard, where the noise was reduced to a murmur and the cool evening breeze enveloped her. There, sitting on a stoop and staring into nothingness, was Steve Harrington. Y/n, concerned by his somber expression, reached over and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

'Steve, are you all right?' she asked softly.

Steve looked up, surprised to see her there, then shrugged.

'Nancy just broke up with me,' He said softly. 'She was kinda drunk, and said that I was bullshit, that we were acting like we were in love, that everything was bullshit’

Y/n felt a twinge of pity. She looked at Tina's patio, searching for the right words to comfort him.

'You see... That thing people say about children and drunks not lying.... That 's bullshit.' Steve looks at her confused so she continues, sitting down next to him. 'Okay. There are three types of drunks. There are the drunks whose tongues are loosened by alcohol and if they speak their minds as if they have no filter.' After that, Steve looked mortified, however she held up a finger asking him to let her finish. 'Then there are the drunks who just rant. It's like they say everything and nothing at the same time, as if...' 

'They vomit the words instead of saying them' He finishes. She nods.

'Exactly...' After a moment of silence, the boy speaks again.

'And the third ones?' He asks, curious. 

'What about them?'

'You said there were three types.' She thinks a bit before answering, as she didn't want to reveal truths to a stranger. The third type of drunks were the ones she had the most experience with. One that made her suddenly grow up in order to avoid falling into that violent cycle.

'The third ones are the cruel ones. They make things up. Or worse, they tell the truth to cause you harm if they know it might hurt you for real. But they're usually cruel by nature… violent even.' She sighs and adds. 'I don't know Nancy, but I don't see her as that type.'

'That's because you haven't seen her pointing a gun at you.' He mutters to himself, but y/n hears him and raises one of her eyebrows. 'Ignore me. Forget I said it.' He seemed to have inadvertently told a secret, so she didn't insist. 

'Okay. Have you ever seen her drunk before?'

'Not like that. Not that much.' He admitted. She was silent for a few seconds and added.

'Then don't give it too much thought for now. Why don't you wait until tomorrow and ask her directly?  Maybe you can work it out, if that's what you want...' She advised him. 

'Yes... I think so.' He fiddled with the laces of his shoe in silence until he looked at her apologetically. 'That's twice now you've helped me without my asking...'

'I love meddling in other people's lives, I'm nosy as fuck.' She says half jokingly half apologetically. He lets out a laugh. It sounds like a real laugh, he was feeling a little better.

'No, really. Thank you. I guess I don't have many people to talk to anymore.... And I'm the one apologizing, I didn't even ask you how Hawkins is treating you.'

Y/n thinks about it for a while and shrugs.

'I'm not really complaining... Yes I miss my friends, surfing at the beach, playing with my band.... But I'm not having as bad a time as I thought I would. In fact I've already met some interesting people.' He watches her for a moment and then lets out a small laugh. She asks him what was wrong.

'Nothing... It's just that...' He looks inside the house. 'I've gotten to know Billy a little.... Are you sure he's your twin brother?' She looked a little embarrassed, and rolled her eyes. 

'Oh... I'll try to take that as a compliment'

'It totally is' he says, and they both laugh. Y/n looks at her watch and opens her eyes in surprise. She stands up.

'Fuck. I gotta go... I promised to meet Max,'

'Is that your... Boyfriend?' he asked curiously, she shook her head in amusement.

'Maxine, my little sister. Half sister. Anyway, I let her go trick-or-treating alone and if I don't get her home early, we both get killed.'

'Okay, go easy y/n/n' Steve waves goodbye. 'And thanks again.'

'Talk to Nance tomorrow. OK?' He made a military gesture by saying 'I will.' 

Y/n looked around the crowd for the boys and a laugh, which she recognized as Eddie's, helped her locate the group. She explained the situation and they offered to accompany her, but she declined, saying she didn't want to disturb them and that they should enjoy the party. 'See you in class!' she promised after saying goodbye. 

On her way out of the house, she passed by Billy again, and he and his new friends waved her over. Y/n ignored them and started walking toward the street. 'Bye, Sundance!' shouted her brother, from far away. 'Bye, Butch!' She replied without stopping walking, and flashed her middle finger at him from behind her back. Billy's laughter echoed in the yard despite the loud music.

[eternal-python]

The final chapter is done, thus completing the entire book! Thank you everyone who stuck with me this long and for all the people who have helped me along the way.

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Daily Blog June 21, 2023

Hi! Welcome to my first day of fandom blogging! I'm very excited about doing this and hope you'll join in on the conversation and really hope that you might start one of your own!!! So on that note, lets get going.

What I'm reading:

I'm currently re-reading The Changeling by @annerbhp. It's a canon rewrite of sort, with a big twist. Here's the summary: Ginny is sorted into Slytherin. It takes her seven years to figure out why. It's 182K from Ginny's POV. It does follow canon to a point. I read this about 6 months ago and I still think about it when writing Drarry. I now have to give Ginny a positive break-up with Harry. LOL No dissing her because she's such a badass in this story. While it's listed as Harry/Ginny, it really is mostly a Ginny story for the main story. There's follow on stories after this one that are fab too.

It starts with Year 1 and the house sorting. Ginny is surprisingly sorted into Slytherin. She at first thinks its a joke done by her twin brothers, but then reality sets in. Most of her family is devastated and she feels completely isolated. This is a Ginny you'll recognize from canon and then so much more. If you longed for more Slytherin background and lore than canon gave us, this you will love. And if you think Slytherin is dominated by the males...well this will give you a headcanon that you won't forget.

What I'm writing:

The Azkaban Letters, which I'm so far behind on I want to cry. It's a 2007 WIP I started right before HPDH came out. So it's canon divergent after HBP. I did edit the first 7 to be more in line with canon and post canon. My issue is I have too much in my head and too many ideas to get down on paper...er on the computer. When I stopped writing it in 2007, I had posted the first 7 chapters on The Hex Files. It came over to AO3 during the transfer and has been staring at me in the face since then. I'm now up to 16 chapters, which sounds like a lot, but there's 4 sections to the story and I'm in the middle of section 2. sigh.

Tumblr Posts of Interest:

@xanthippe74 on her blog has reposted her 2020 fic, Follow the Water in honor of summer solstice. If you have not read this fic, you are in for such a treat. Perfect summer fic. Give her post a reblog and fic some love!

@julcheninred posted on her blog yesterday that it was the 5th anniversary of Draw Drarry badly. I so love her block H/D art, and so happy we've had five years of her sharing them with us. Make sure to reblog to share the Drarry fun!

3. HDMpreg2023 has posted the reveals on A03. TWENTY fics in all. I only got to read about 1/3 of them, but whoa there are some serious gems. (If I find the Tumblr post for this, I'll add it.)

4. @lcdrarry has also posted their reveals! My apologies to the fest and authors/artists. I've only read a few this round but plan on diving into the treasure trove of Drarry. This was a new fest for me to watch when I came back to fandom. While I don't watch many movies or watch tv much anymore, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to follow/understand the stories as well as I should. I was wrong. Most I have found I could enjoy without knowing the source.

Tumblr Drarry Fic/Art Resource:

I'm guessing most of you follow @drarryspecificrecsdaily, but in case not, you should definitely follow! They post Drarry completed fics which have been posted on AO3 for the current day. I have found some amazing gems from this resource. Fics I haven't seen discussed or recced anywhere else and authors I haven't been blessed reading before.

Okay, that's it for Day 1! Hope you found something interesting. I'll be switching around the categories on a daily basis. Tomorrow, I'll be adding in Fic Rec from the way past. Feel free to comment. :)

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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 12

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February 4th 2021 - Pensacola FL

It had taken 3 weeks to get Josh moved into his new place and have it up to par for when Tracy brought the boys down. Tracy had insisted that she needed to make sure that her kids weren’t being brought to some ‘crack house’.... those were her exact words and it pissed Josh off, and brought on an argument that had her pushing back the boys visit another week. 

“So you ready to see your boys?” Airielle had as she excitedly bounced on her toes. She was beyond happy for him because she knew how much he missed them and Josh couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, no matter how hard he tried. 

“Hell yeah.” He said, grabbing his keys off the counter. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me to pick them up” Airielle nodded her head. 

“I’m sure. You spend the day with your boys and I'll meet up with y’all for dinner.” She cupped his cheek when he gave her a look. “I promise I'm not tryna run away or anything. I’m really excited to meet them. It’s just…” She paused and bit her lip. 

“Tracy” He said and nodded his head in understanding. “Aight, i’ll call before comin’ to pick you up.” She nodded and grabbed her purse before walking out the door with him. She let him walk her to her car and placed a kiss on his lips before driving away. 

Airielle groaned as she entered her apartment and saw Joe lounging on her couch. 

“Don’t you have a home?” Joe rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, but I like being here. Whatchu’ doing here anyway. I thought you were meeting Jahair and Jahmir?”  Airielle grabbed two waters out of the fridge and sat down on the couch passing him one. 

“Yeah later on. Their mom wants to see Josh’s apartment to make sure it meets her standards or something,” 

“You ain’t wanna see her? Size up the competition?” She sent him a glare that made him laugh and hold up his hands. “I’m kidding” she hummed and rolled her eyes. 

“I can deal with him having kids, but the whole baby mama slash ex-wife thing,” She shrugged “Imma have to work up to that.”  Joe chuckled and nodded his head. 

“Yeah, Trace can be a bit much at times I don’t blame you.”  Airielle shrugged again

“I mean, if I wanna stay with Josh, imma have to meet her eventually just not now.”

The butterflies in Airielle’s stomach intensified as she heard a knock on the door. She knew Josh liked to actually meet her at her door instead of her coming down to his car, but she thought him having his sons that he would make an exception. 

All of the nervousness left her body when she opened the door though. Josh stood there with his usual bouquet of flowers but his two sons also had one rose each in their hands. “Hey,” He smirked and handed her the bouquet and his sons followed suit with their single roses. 

“Thank you.” She said smiling at the youngest, Jahmir who blushed and hid behind his father's legs.

“I stopped to get ya’ flowers and the boys wanted to get you some too.” Airielle placed a hand over her heart and thanked the two boys again before letting the three of them in so she could put the flowers in the vase. 

“Thank you guys. My other flowers were starting to become withered.” Josh led the boys over to the couch before grabbing Airielle’s hand and going into her bedroom, cracking the door. “What? What’s wrong?” 

Josh sighed and grabbed her hands, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of them. “Don’t be mad at me aight?” When she nodded, Josh continued. “Tracy is coming out with us tonight.” 

“Oh.” Airielle said, pulling her hands out of his grasp and wrapping her arms around herself. “I thought she was just flying down with them and leaving.” 

“She was, but uh- Mir brought you up and she said there was no way she was letting her kids meet you without her meeting you first.” Airielle sighed and sat on her bed. “I’m sorry Rih” 

“I mean I guess it’s okay.” 

“You sure?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Cause it’s okay if you don’t want to meet her.” Airielle shook her head. 

“No, it's cool. I wanna spend time with you and your boys.” Josh nodded with a big smile on his face. 

“Aight bet, come on before they start tearing up ya’ living room.” 

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Airielle had never felt more awkward in her whole entire life. Josh had warned her that Tracy could be a bit much but.. Jesus she was insufferable. Everything was cool at the arcade, Jahmir and Jahir had pulled Airielle and Josh all around the arcade while Tracy stayed at the table with their stuff. 

 Airielle could avoid Tracy at the arcade by walking away when she was around,  but it was at dinner that they sat across from each other and Tracy kept sending Airielle glares when she would try to talk to Jahir or Jahmir, Tracy would answer for them as if she didn’t want Airielle talking to her kids.  

Josh glared at Tracy as he leaned closer to whisper into Airielle’s ear. “Don’t worry bout her aight? As soon we done eating me, you and the boys can leave.” Airielle sighed and nodded her head. She had no clue as to why Tracy was making everything so difficult. 

Yeah, they used to be married and they were together for a long time, but from what Josh had told her, Tracy had been moved on and the boys had already met her new boyfriend without any interference from Josh. 

“So Arabella-” 

“Oh, it’s Airielle.” Tracy shrugged and waved her hand dismissively

“Same thing.” Airielle let out an exasperated sigh as she grabbed her cup and took a sip. “So I hear you work for the WWE too.” Airielle nodded. “Are you a wrestler as well? I don’t remember seeing you on T.V” 

Airielle resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “No, I’m not a wrestler, I'm a backstage interviewer.” Tracy frowned her face up. 

“Oh, that sounds boring.”  

“Oh well it’s not” Airielle shot back immediately then cut her eyes towards Josh who had covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his smile. 

“Daddy, I'm tired.” Jahmir interrupted and Airielle sent out a silent prayer. Finally she could get away from Tracy.  Josh gave Airielle his card so she could pay and took the two boys to the bathroom. Airielle immediately took the card and rushed over to the counter so she could pay. 

“Is that my husband's cuban?” Airielle’s hand flew up to the chain on her neck. “It looks just like the one I got him for his birthday last year.” 

Airielle sighed. “Ex-husband and No, it’s not his.” Was all Airielle said, getting the receipt and walking out of the restaurant with Tracy hot on her heels.

 “You know,” Tracy said once she and Airielle were outside  “I think you would look so much better without all that make-up. Your skin is probably crying out for a break.”  Airielle let out a loud laugh, tilting her head. Her eyes twinkled with amusement. Tracy was trying to get a rise outta her but it wasn’t going to work. 

“My skin is fine, thank you very much.” She rolled her eyes, still laughing. It was at the moment Airielle wished Josh gave her the keys to the car because if Tracy said one more thing to her, Airielle wasn’t sure if she’d be able to hold it together.  Luckily Josh and the boys finally came out.  Airielle stood there awkwardly as she and Josh waited for the boys to say goodbye to their mother. 

Tracy turned to Airielle and gave her one final up and down glance before saying “I guess it was nice meeting you.” And walked off before Airielle could say anything back.

“Thank you.” Josh said, breaking Airielle out of her thoughts. He had just finished putting the boys to bed. She finished wrapping her hair up before turning towards him, a confused look on her face. 

“For what?” Josh shrugged and patted the spot on the bed next to him so she could come lay next to him. 

“I know you wasn’t too happy about having to spend the day with Tracy” He said as she climbed into the bed next to him. “So thank you for still coming and spending time with me and the boys.” 

“It was no big deal.” She shrugged. “I mean, no I wasn’t ready to meet your ex, but it was gonna happen eventually right?”  She laid down and propped herself up on her elbow. “Besides, I’m happy I got to meet your kids today. they’re cool as fuck.” She smiled and Josh knew right then and there he was in love. 

AHHHH! they're so cute 😭🥰

sorry in advance about the next couple chapters

[ablankmask]

So, RECODE won my 'Main Brainrot' poll (cant say Im surprised)

THAT BEING SAID

Before i get too far into Chapter 2's pages, I AM going to go back and redo chapter 1. The pacing is really bad in some places, and the quality feels out of place compared to what im doing in chapter 2.

Many pages will remain largely the same, just in better quality

Some pages are going to get split into more pages.

Chapter 2 is written out and ready to get drafted, but considering the comic is hosted here on Tumblr, its going to be REALLY hard to go back and add more pages after Chapter 2 launches...

So im going to take time to re-draw Chapter 1, then I'll wipe the comic blog and repost the new pages there. Then once the pages are all updated, then We can get back on track with Chapter 2!

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[kingsonne-zedecks]

Ghost of a Chance: Chapter 1

Harmony’s thin black blade of shadow sliced through the area Lindon had been standing in only a moment before. He was saved only by the last minute shout of Dross.

Okay, so that was a close one, try to disrupt his footing now.Lindon shot a bar of blackflame at his attacker's feet, but Harmony dodged easily and brought his axe to bear, forcing Lindon to lurch backwards in order to keep his head attached to his body. 

Okay, so that was a close one too. I just need a little more time to finish processing the Ghostwater. Try letting him hit you in ways that aren’t fatal for a bit and maybe that will delay our inevitable deaths a little longer. 

Lindon didn’t think that was a good idea, but that opinion was irrelevant as he found himself involuntary following Dross’s advice when Harmony’s fist sent him flying through a wall into a small side chamber, landing a tangle of shelves and strange objects. 

Oh I know these things, this project was overseen by Northstrider himself. Artifacts carrying latent time authority. He hoped to slow relative time in order to give himself extra moments in which to formulate plans. It didn’t work like he thought, but I’m surprised the artifacts are still here and not looted. Oh look, Harmony is here too.

The Akura stood at the hole Lindon’s body had made, the disc of pure black framing his head from behind. He was preparing the thin blade of shadow that had split Renfei in half, and Lindon had nowhere to go, no room to maneuver in.

“Dross!” he shouted in his mind.

There! In his left pocket, a gatestone!

Lindon’s moves were mapped out only half a moment before he made them, a blast of Dragon’s Breath to Harmony’s right and a Burning Cloak enforced kick to the rubble in front of him. Harmony dodged both gracefully, spinning out of the way of the striker technique, and batting the rubble away with his hand. But Dross’s model worked, and a single piece of rock made it through, crushing the gatestone and sending Harmony vanishing away.

Whew, that was very difficult. On the bright side, I think I’ve finished processing the Ghostwater, so next time we fight him I am certain I’ll have a passable model of his fighting style. 

“If there is a next time,” Lindon thought, staring at the gap in the wall and the mass of rapidly spreading spacial fractures separating them from Orthos and the exit.

Hmm… That is… less than ideal. We could… No that would never work. Maybe if we…? No that would just kill us faster. 

Lindon just closed his eyes as Dross attempted to think their way out of this. More than anything else he regretted the waste. He had advanced so far in Ghostwater, it just didn’t seem fair for it to end here. 

Dross was still running through ideas when the cracks reached Lindon and the damaged artifacts all around him. 

The world flashed a blue so vibrant he could see it with his eyes closed, and then all went black, and Lindon opened his eyes to the roaring of a crowd and the purple and white banners of the Wei.

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I wrote a second chapter to Ghost of a Chance and thought I'd repost the original chapter here on Tumblr for my Cradle mutuals, rather than just on ao3, since the fandom isn't exactly thriving over there currently.

This story concept follows Lindon sent back in time with Dross at the end of Ghostwater. I'll post the second chapter after this and the third one spinning in my head once I've performed the necessary extraction to get it out onto a page.