#and my sister is so stupid she copies everyone around her

[kavehater]

Someone take me from this rotten household

[cupidbedsy]

𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽 '𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲 | 𝘵𝘻11 ♔

➪ summary: pro tip: if you're going to play slip 'n slide hockey, make sure not to play it with professional hockey players

➪ warnings: fractured shoulder, hospitals

➪ word count: 0.6k

➪ file type: blurb - reupload

➪ sunny's notes: it has been so long since i posted writing on here so i'm super excited to be back doing it. i remember exactly what sparked the idea for this fic and i couldn't be happier with how it turned out! um let me know if you like the new-ish formatting (the tinier font) or if you would prefer it to be bigger for the writing. also, i am working on that quinn fic and let me know if there are any of your favorites of mine you want me to reupload, they are all on my masterlist if you want to browse.

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This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen, her sitting in a hospital room with her arm sporting a sling. Sure, maybe the idea was a little stupid, and playing with professional hockey players also didn’t help. But, what was she supposed to do when she was scrolling on Instagram and saw a video with ‘slip-and-slide hockey’? Not tell her brothers and their friends about it? Not a chance. 

After seeing the video, she immediately brought it up to her brothers who agreed and started calling some of their friends to come to the lake house. She had called Trevor, much to Jack’s annoyance at the reminder of their relationship and Quinn’s distaste for him, and he said he would be there as soon as he could. When all the boys arrived, it was officially ‘mission slip-and-slide hockey’ time.

In hindsight, maybe she should’ve worn pads or just not played at all knowing how rough her brothers get with not only her but with their friends as well. Jack was being Jack, of course. He had gone to go around Trevor when he slipped and knocked into his sister, who then fell and weirdly landed on her shoulder. She didn’t scream, growing up with three rowdy brothers gave her more pride than she probably would’ve liked sometimes. 

She just laid there, staring at the sky with her right arm across her chest and her left one lying by her side. It took everyone a little bit to realize, and it was only when they saw Quinn kneeling next to her that they did. 

Quinn looked down at her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “You okay?”

She nodded, looking a little dazed as her eyes glassed over in pain, “Mhm.”

“Y/n/n come on, move your arm for me.”

She lifted her left arm and then dropped it, “See, I’m fine.”

He gave her a look, “Your other arm.”

And she was prepared to do it, except when she tried, she couldn’t and teared up more. Quinn sighed before waving Trevor over, “Come on, let’s go to the hospital.”

“I’m fine.”

Trevor’s head came into her sight, his hair flopping and framing his face, “Let’s go, princess.”

She smiled up at him, “You're pretty.”

He laughed before helping her stand up, having her lean on him for support. Jack came up and spewed apologies from his mouth as they walked to the car, “It’s okay, Jack. I’m fine.”

He shook his head and sat on one side while Trevor sat on the other and Luke got into the passenger seat as Quinn drove them to the hospital. And that’s how they ended up here, y/n sitting on a hospital bed with her arm in a sling due to her fractured shoulder. Trevor sat on the bed next to her while Quinn called their mom and Luke and Jack sat on the chairs in front of them. 

She leaned her head against her boyfriend’s shoulder, “Ugh how am I supposed to work now?”

“You don’t have to work, y/n/n. You’re boyfriends rich.”

Y/n sent her younger brother a glare before closing her eyes again, “Do you think they could give me drugs for my head?”

Jack shook his head at her choice of words before standing up, “I’ll go find a doctor. Maybe you got a concussion too, though they didn’t say anything.”

He kissed her head before leaving to find a doctor, or a nurse at the very least. Luke followed after him, protesting being stuck in a room with the two of them. Trevor pushed a piece of her hair out of her face before kissing her temple, “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Besides the headache now?”

She nodded a little, wrapping her left arm around his right one, “Yeah.”

He gave her a small smile, “You know Luke wasn’t totally wrong. You don’t have to work.”

She went to hit him but he laughed and held up a hand, “I know, I know. You love your job, I wouldn’t take that away from you, lovely.”

“Good.”

The two sat in silence for a little while and then she spoke once more, “Cuddles when we get back?”

“Of course, my baby fractured her shoulder. Got to give her all the princess treatment in the world.”

“Dork.”

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[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Bad Batch': The Outpost

As per many people's requests, I've collected a series of texts and Facebook messages from Doug when he watched certain episodes of everyone's favorite Copy Paste Boi show.

Some he was quite pithy on ('Ryan-from-Accounting goes fast but not fast enough to get away from the Bitch Wife Laura'), and others...well, he got excitable, to put it mildly.

Here's one of the more deranged ones, Season 2, Episode 12, 'The Outpost'. Or as Doug calls it: "The Daddy Warcrimes Christmas Special."

CW for Language like you wouldn't believe. Doug says "you'll need a permission slip from your momma to read this, I guess."

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Daddy Warcrimes is waiting by the Empire's equivalent of a windowless van, because comfort is just not his thing and he really wants the experience of smuggling cocaine across the border one of these days.

Some bitch who looks like she works at a bank is telling these clones that their extended warranty is up. I wanna bring her a bag of pennies and make her count it before I deposit it because I'm sick like that.

So here comes in SOME BLOND JACKASS. Mother of Hell do I hate this guy. Can I just tell you how much I hate him? I hate him like I hate the Crimson Tide, like I hate February, like I hate my mother-in-law. Hate hate hate. 

So Daddy Warcrimes, SOME BLOND JACKASS, and some homies get into Floating Probable Cause to lay waste to an unsuspecting Third World country or whatever.

Well, I was wrong! Looks like Elsa and her frozen fingers took over this dump. Disney owns both, so why not. The cold never bothered them anyway. Nope, they’re at somebody’s nasty old storage shed. Why does this remind me of visiting my sister in Wyoming?

Oh, who is this no-frills, salt-of-the-earth, son-of-a-bitch? Is that tanned Kurt Russell? No? It’s Sassy Park Ranger! I like him already. If he was my boss I’d actually show up to work on time and sober, or late and hung over, either way, it’d be a good time with the man. He just seems cool and chill and a nice dude. I bet he’s got homemade beef jerky in his locker and his beard always smells like cigar smoke. 

OH SHUT UP STUPID BLOND JACKASS, Jesus Christ I’ve never wanted to hit someone with a folding chair so hard in my life. CALL HIM COMMANDER.

Aw, Sassy Park Ranger’s being nice to Daddy Warcrimes, maybe Daddy Warcrimes will share the Columbian nose candy in the back of the van with Sassy Park Ranger, and Sassy Park Ranger won’t ask about the sobbing family Daddy Warcrimes is probably holding for ransom in the back. It’s all about understanding each other. 

This is truly the Daddy Warcrimes Christmas special, snow and friendship and stuff. I hope this doesn’t end up with Daddy Warcrimes 86’ing Rudolph and the rest of the reindeer from the sky, that would traumatize the children. But this is the same studio that produced Bambi so who knows. Didn't he try killing a kid the first episode?

Oh man, Sassy Park Ranger’s lost a lot of his men, that’s real sad. Only two left, Jesus. SHUT UP BLOND JACKASS SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.

(I won’t repeat it, but the amount of times that SHUT UP was texted was….something else- Dr. MM)

Sassy Park Ranger’s taking Daddy Warcrimes on a hike around the place in the middle of a blizzard, probably going to say hi to the yeti hooker they all frequent and show him how to write his name in the snow with pee. He’s such a good guy. If they go sledding I’d be so happy.

Oh, shit! Daddy Warcrimes remembers that he has a job and proceeds to cop some poor bastard in the leg so he can follow the trail of blood in the snow. What in the Fargo am I watching here, does Steve Buschemi show up at one point now. No sledding in this one, I guess.

Well there goes Sassy Park Ranger and Daddy Warcrimes on a heartwarming romp following a crippled burglar in the snow as he bleeds to death. Kevin McCallister would be so proud. Well, now, they found a dead body already. You know, at this point, if Daddy Warcrimes capped Santa in the head this show wouldn’t be less wholesome. 

Aw shit Daddy Warcrimes stepped on a landmine, but Sassy Park Ranger watched his training videos that HR made them sit through and disarms it. They’re having a nice convo, I really, really like Sassy Park Ranger. If he dies I’ll be so freaking mad. 

(I said nothing, FYI - Dr. MM)

Aw shit, they found the bunker of crazy white people with guns in the snow. It’s confirmed: the Daddy Warcrimes Christmas Special takes place in Wyoming. Are Daddy Warcrimes and Sassy Park Ranger facing off my brother-in-law and his branch of the VFW near Laramie? Those guys need hobbies besides doomsday prepping and getting drunk in the snow. It ain’t right. 

“After all we sacrificed”…man. I feel right here. Is this the child friendly version of Enemy at the Gate? Shit. Please these two bastards need to survive. I need a beer and I wanna hug my wife.  

Dr. Meat Muffin, please don't tell me you're letting your babies watch this show. They need that dog from Australia who has fun with her daddy, not this.

Oh shit, avalanche! 

Oh no, Sassy Park Ranger. Oh no, oh no. Oh, Daddy Warcrimes.

Thank Christ they made it! They’re gonna save him! They’re gonna save him.

Wait. What. 

WHAT THE FUCK, BLOND ASSHOLE. 

I HATE THIS JACKASS SO GODDAMNED MUCH, SOLDIER OF THE EMPIRE, I WANNER SHOVE MY SOLDIER UP YOUR EMPIRE YOU STUPID DICK. 

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

Yay! Daddy Warcrimes finally took out his gun and 86’d that FUCK. CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY!! YAAAAAAY!!!!!

Man...I hope this ends okay for Daddy Warcrimes. I hope his brothers aren't just dicking around somewhere warm while he and the other bros are out dying.

Guess that'll be next episode?"

....Doug snapped SO HARD watching 'Pabu'. Brace yourselves.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

The notebook

a/n;; PURE FLUFF WITH FEYSAND

Warnings;; None :)

The pencil moved on her notebook as if magic had possessed it.

But it was her hand who was moving it. Down, up, a line here, another line here, until she was creating a new portrait. 

She had come late last night from work and when she entered the living room she saw Feyre and Rhys sleeping on the couch, waiting for her. She had advised them of it, but still, they had tried to wait for her. And the thought of that melted her heart, because no one had ever cared for her the way they did. 

And she kept the image of her mates sleeping in her mind. 

She traced the hair of Feyre falling like a waterfall on Rhys chest, and the light of the fire created a faith glow on their faces as if they were angels.  

“What are you doing?” 

She jumped a little from her seat and the notebook and the pencil fell to the ground. Turning around to the door she saw Rhys leaned on the door frame. His shirt was tight, showing off her muscles and the pants were low on his hip. 

“You, are going to give me a heart attack if you keep doing that”

“What? Being handsome?” He smirked.

Rolling her eyes she grabbed the notebook from the floor. “I hate you,” she muttered under her breath. 

Sensing Rhys, she hugged the notebook tightly to her chest, they didn’t know that, just like Feyre, she liked to draw but she never showed them, she wanted to keep it a secret… Did she?

Rhys leaned on the couch and neared his face to her neck, her lips leaving short kisses in it, but she moved apart.

“Stop that”

“What? Now I can’t kiss my mate?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing”

Rhys smiled and tried to move near her but she sprinted to the door, down the hall and to their bedroom. 

Closing the door, she leaned on it trying to catch her breath, a stupid smile on her face. Opening the notebook again, she looked at the drawing. During her immortal life she had always been told that she couldn’t draw, that she hadn’t been born to create, so she always hid her drawings, but for some reason, she knew that Rhys and Feyre wouldn’t mock her.

Later that night, she and her mates were enjoying a peaceful night on the couch when she stood up from her place and left the room. Feyre looked at Rhys. 

Where did she go?

Rhys was going to answer when she entered the room again, her notebook in her hands. Seating again between them, she bit her lower lip. 

“I wanted to show you something”

They neared her and watched as she opened the notebook and Feyre gasped. 

“Darling… Did you draw this?” She nodded. 

Rhys turned the page delicately, watching every drawing she had been doing for the past years. Drawings of their family, of Rhys training with Cass and Az, Feyre with her sisters, of Velaris… Everything and everyone she loved was on that notebook. 

“Darling… This is amazing. Why did you hide this?”

She swallowed. “I was afraid. I was always told that I wasn't born to draw or do anything related to art” She felt tears in her eyes and one fell to the ground. 

Rhys put the notebook on the table and hugged her mate by the waist, moving her to his lap. She leaned on him and Feyre cleaned the tears from her cheeks.

“You are amazing, you know that?” Feyre said “Everything you do is amazing, don't let anyone tell you otherwise”

She started crying a little bit harder. 

“No, please don't cry” 

“Then don’t make me cry”

They laughed softly. 

Rhys took her chin so she was watching him. “We love you, darling”

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[bpcr3yes]

hellorr, just lately i've been reading a lot of avatar modern headcanons, so i felt like writing some!

all the headcanons here are what i think the blue aliens would look like as humans (some make a lot of sense in my head)

first of all, english is not my native language so if there is any confusing sentence I'm sorry

AVATAR MODERN HEADCANONS

Neteyam is black, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT! he has the same skin color as his mother, and he has dreadlocks that hit a little above his shoulder, and he's a tall guy.

hes a mamas boy, he can cook, clean house, fix things (because after all, he is the oldest all the load of the younger ones is on him.)

AND he is a super gentlemanly guy, he always has a kind smile on his face and is liked by many people

HE IS ALSO A LADYS MAN, how many women do rain on this man, he sure is kind to all of them, I bet he flirts with some even, gives a little kiss there but never anything serious! he would be a great date.

Lo'ak is a light skin, everybody knows how similar he is to his father, I believe he also has dreadlocks but a little bigger than neteyam since he likes to tie them!

he always tries to show his worth to jake but it always comes off as an idiot, i think he would be the kind of guy who is smart but is too lazy for that(i have a kin in this man

he thinks people hate him because whenever he walks through the halls everyone starts staring and whispering at him

he LOVES teasing kiri, after all she is his favorite sister (he will NEVER admit it out loud) he also likes to make fun of tuk

he stares at tsireya like a hungry animal (don't get me wrong) he only realizes he is drooling when the people around him start laughing at him

he is a dramatic man

Kiri she is white and has red hair because grace was white and red hair too.

she believes in signs and always asks neytiri to buy rose quartz for her

a mother of plants

she who provides the trinkets for the family to use in their hair

She's always wearing eyeliner, and she still believes she can't live without it.

SHE ALSO HAS WOLFCUT

is always gossiping with tsireya, and when she with lo'ak lets out a "gross"

TUK is the copy of her mother, among all the genes she has, she pulled neytiri on everything!

she is a little black girl who has her hair in several different hairstyles every day!

she loves roblox but something tells me jake wouldn't let her spend too much time on the ipad because she's too young to be addicted to video games

she is also mamas girl

she loves all her brothers but she has a greater affection with neteyam, after all he is always taking care of her

she always tells jake when loak is bothering her

and she feels bad after jake pulls loak's ear.

she loves popoyo

Tsireya is a light ski nanned , she's a sweet person but don't take her seriously, she automatically becomes a version of her mother

she LOVES decorating gel nails, or just nails, it doesn't matter how long your nails are, she always finds a way to make her beautiful

is always playing with tuk

no one knows but she LOVES flirting with lo'ak because she knows he's a fool for her and is embarrassed by everything

is always hitting on aonung when he says something stupid

she is also a my melody collector!

Aonung is quite tanned but still a light skin, is always surfing or pestering someone

he is that kind of clueless friend who says something that is offensive in 8 different countries( and it also offends many minorities )

he can be a sweetheart whenever he wants

if you say anything offensive to tsireya or roxto he immediately was to hate you for the rest of his life

if you find him in a corner with his homies, you can be sure he was gossping about the sullys

ROXTO, he is the blackest of all (apart from tuk obvs)

he's a sweetheart, he's that kind of friend who knows the whole school

he is an average student but excels in the arts

he loves to make bracelets

he's cute, and I believe he catches the attention of several women too

he and lo'ak are besties ok

SPIDER let me tell you about our white boy

he is a darling 😭

neytiri hates him because he is american(?) (shes latina okay)

he is scared to death of neytiri because he knows she hates his father

he has a HUGE crush on kiri i swear he is a simp for her

he and loak are trouble together but who said they care about that?

he used to be very close with jake when he was younger but neytiri cut that line

I'm sure he also has several women after him.

this is the end! it's my first time writing on tumblr, if it's bad sorry

[ynscrazylife]

If requests are open, sorry its another long ass anon prompt, i should call my self sushi at this point.

How about Yn, Stark try to help out on a mission but her dad says its to dangerous. The thing they are working on could kill someone, and yn wants to make sure everyone is safe. She can help, she knows she can. But Stark asks Peter Parker to get her out of there and then he is placed on "baby sitting duty" even though they are both in High school.

Cue yn trying to get back to help using any means necessary and peter trying his best to keep her away from something dangerous. He's trying to calm her down from the incoming panic attack, but she cant seem to breathe. Can't Peter see that her dad is probably going to die? She loves peter but she cannot lose her dad. Everything fades to black.

Yn wakes up in her room after passing out from The panic attack. The whole team is fine, they saved the day. Yn is crying from all of the stress of suddenly being awake after that event when peter cuddles her.

Basically all the angst, with all the fluff right after.

Thanks again 🍣🍣🍣

To be a Hero

Summary: Peter comforts you when your dad and the Avengers are in danger.

Authors Note: I’ve never had a panic attack before so I’ve tried to write it as accurate as I can. Please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes!

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“You know, this feels like our first Avengers mission all over again,” Tony said in a dramatic voice as he fires his repulsers.

“If only it was because we were getting shawarma and not fighting another one of Thor’s murderous siblings,” Natasha deadpanned.

You bit back a small laugh as you entered the fight. Thor’s sister Hela had made her presence on Earth with an army of horrid creatures at her beckoning and the Avengers were there to do what they do best, defend and avenge. While the whole team, including your boyfriend Peter, had suited up at the tower, Tony had specifically told you not to get involved. You were only a few months in to being an Avenger and he thought it was too dangerous for you.

But, it took was one override code of FRIDAY’s system to get out of the tower.

“Hey! Technically, Loki was mind-controlled by Thanos,” Thor grumbled.

You smiled, sneaking around a city block before hitting one of the creatures square in the chest. You had a suit that you had designed with your dad along with some pretty cool energy powers.

Unfortunately, the creature didn’t go down with just one blast. You frowned as it growled and turned towards you, starting to advance. The team continued to chatter on comms, trying to keep on joking in order not to think about all the damage Hela was doing. It was nearly getting to be worse than the damage Loki once caused.

It wasn’t letting up, despite your continued blasts. It’d get hit in the face and shake it off (quite literally with a shake of its head). Your heartbeat went off the charts as you stumbled back, panic rising in your chest and your mouth going dry. Shit. This wasn’t going to be the end, was it? That stupid thing wasn’t letting up! It was getting far too close now and you were a second away from going on comms to admit defeat and call for help when suddenly, a blur of red flashed in front of you and then, strong arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as your feet left the ground. “Shh, shh, it’s me,” the familiar voice of Peter soothed you and you calmed down instantly, your arms wrapping around him as he swung onto the rooftop on the nearest building. When you landed, Peter rubbed your back and held you close as he waited you to calm down and get your bearings.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your cheek pressed against his chest, a little embarrassed that he had to come and save the day.

“You know there’s no need to thank me,” Peter assured you in a warm voice, lightly chuckling. After a second, he pulled back and lifted up his mask for a second. “Babe, what are you doing here? Your dad told you stay in the tower.”

You pouted at him. “I want to help, Pete! The whole team’s here, I don’t want to be stuck in the tower,” you said, wanting him to understand.

And oh, he did. He had been unable to attend a lot of the missions when he first started out as an Avenger. He had been annoyed much like how you were now, but he had grown to see that it was for the best. “Y/N, you know we have to tell your dad,” he told you.

Your jaw dropped. “What? No!” You exclaimed, trying to stop Peter from telling KAREN to alert Tony. “What are you doing?!”

Peter finished speaking to KAREN and gave you a knowing look. “Tony would find out sooner and later and I’m not taking the fall,” he said.

You opened your mouth to protest even more, but was cut off by the sound of your dad’s voice. “Y/N Stark!” Tony said, his voice vibrating through both yours and Peter’s comms. “What were you thinking? You know you’re not trained enough to come on this type of a mission.”

“Dad—” you began, not even sure how you were going to defend this.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Tony snapped, catching you off guard. Damnit, he really was not happy. Peter squeezed your hand comfortingly. “I’m taking away your ability to override FRIDAY’s codes for now. Peter, please take Y/N back to the Tower. You can return to the fight after.”

You looked away, hot tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Deep down, you knew that he was justified in this decision, but that didn’t take away your anger or your want to help. “You’re going to take me back to the tower, aren’t you?” You muttered. You didn’t mean to take this out on Peter, but this was one of the times where his loyalty to your dad was working against you.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, grasping your chin in the palm of his hand turning your head so your guys’ eyes met. He titled his head to the side, giving you a knowing but loving look that never failed to make your heart melt. “You know I have to take you back. But you can go to the lab, work on upgrades for your suit, and I promise the fight will be over in no time.” You nodded slowly, not quite believing him even though you wanted to.

Smiling at you, Peter wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his arms. Usually, his words always did the trick to calm you down, and while he did help to prevent your tears from falling, you couldn’t shake the storm of anger and helplessness that was brewing inside your body.

You were almost like a rag doll in his arms, for once not terrified of Peter swinging you through the streets. Instead, you zoned out, unable to stop the scenarios of your dad and the Avengers getting gravely injured or killed from flashing through your head. You imagined your dad dying and the last thing you said being an argument. It wouldn’t stop and the more the images came, the more tense and frightened you became.

//

It was blatantly obvious for Peter that something was off, something was different. The only time he heard Tony speak like that was when the man had taken his suit away. Plus, when he carried you through the city with his webbing, you were usually clinging to him and letting out squeaks of exhilaration and nervousness. Now, you are still holding onto him tightly, but had gone silent.

He landed on the balcony outside your room, opening your door and leading you inside with his hand bracing your back. He could see clearly that you were deep inside your thoughts and it sent a ripple of pain through him. When the two of you got to the lab, Peter maneuvered himself to stand in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Do you want me to get you water or something? I don’t want to leave you yet,” he said, biting his bottom lip in obvious worry for your state.

The switch from silence to hysteria stunned Peter for a second, but he snapped out of it when your panic didn’t cease. You struggled to control your breathing, body beginning to shake. A sob escaped you and you covered your mouth with your hands. “Y/N, take a deep breath for me,” he said firmly but kindly, mimicking one.

You shook your head so quickly and strongly that it made you dizzy. “I can’t—I can’t—” you wheezed, nearly choking on your sobs.

"Yes, you can. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can," Peter said, but when he started to see that this wasn't working, he switched tactics. "Come on, let's sit you down."

He tried to maneuver you to the couch, but that backfired almost immediately. Your nails dug into his suit so forcefully that it was enough to make him pause and look back on you. The color had drained from your face and you looked absolutely terrified, a dazed over look in your eyes. "Y/N? Y/N!" He exclaimed, panicking.

You opened your mouth, and that gave Peter hope, but only a small noise, almost a whimper, left your lips before you were falling. What Peter didn't know was that when he tried to move you, he had unintentionally made the dizziness so much worse. That, combined with all five of your senses feeling like they were on fire, was too much for your body to handle at the moment.

Peter's eyes went wide as you dropped quite literally into his open arms. With one hand cradling your head, pressing it against his shoulder, he half-pulled, half-dragged you over to the couch. "Sorry," he couldn't help but apologize, seeing your feet drag.

He got you over to the couch and laid you down, brushing your hair out of your face. At the very least, you looked calmer now, but Peter would much rather you be conscious than unconscious. "FRIDAY, what do I-?" He started to ask, but the A.I was already ahead of him.

"While I cannot diagnose anyone, it appears that Y/N was displaying symptoms of a panic attack and lost consciousness as a result. The best course of action would be to monitor Y/N closely," FRIDAY said.

Peter was no fan of hearing the words panic and attack together, but it did soothe him to know that he didn't have to call 911 or bring you to the hospital. "Thanks," he murmured, watching you for a second. He let out a shaky breath, running his hand through your hair and his thumb over your forehead and cheeks like he knew you liked. A smile came to his face when he remembered how you'd blush normally.

He considered having FRIDAY tell Tony and the team that he wouldn't be going back to the fight, but that would just mean that he'd have to explain and he knew that everyone would be distracted and too worried about you (especially Tony). He sat back, trying to wait as patiently as he could, but couldn't shake the feeling of the need to do something to help or comfort you.

Eventually deciding that you'd be more comfortable on your bed than the touch, Peter scooped you up in his arms again. He tried to pretend that you were just sleeping in his arms, not unconscious, and that brought another soft smile to his lips. He tucked you into bed, not caring that he very much resembled a mother hen right now.

Once he deemed you all cozy, propped up by an absurd amount of pillows and wrapped in fuzzy blankets, Peter decided to change out of his suit. He made FRIDAY swear to alert him if anything about your condition changed, though. After switching to an Avengers sweater and grey sweatpants, Peter made a quick detour to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and your favorite snack.

As he was walking back into your room, though, Peter saw you start to stir. He quickly put down the water and snack, hurrying to your side and taking a seat on your bed. He placed his hand over yours, smiling as he watched you wake. You looked around, a bit confused at first, before your gaze settled on your boyfriend.

"Peter?" You mumbled, starting to feel a bit nervous as your head was all foggy from fainting.

"Hi," he said sweetly. "You're okay, babe. We're in your room. You fainted. Take a deep breath with me, okay?"

You managed to do that. Peter drew back the covers and slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you.

"You-you shouldn't be here. My dad-" you began to say.

"-Will be fine. So will the team. I'm right where I need to be, darling," Peter said, keeping his voice calm, gentle, and smooth.

You let out a small puff of air, pausing before speaking again. "He's so mad at me. I-I wanted to help. I'm supposed to be a hero, but I'm not even good enough to stop some creature on my own," you whimpered. As your tears started to come, Peter didn't try to stop them. He knew you needed to let it all out.

Rubbing your arm soothingly. Peter waited to speak. "It was a misunderstanding, Y/N, and you are a good hero-" he began.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," you pouted.

Peter chuckled lightly. "It's true. You are the kindest hero I've ever seen. Some missions just require a little more training and that's okay, it doesn't make you any less of a hero," he said.

You nodded, leaning your head back against his chest. Peter happily continued to rub your arm and hold you.

"I'm still worried about my dad and the team," you whispered.

"I know," Peter whispered back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "But if something happened, we'd have heard right now, so try to rest your head, m'kay?"

You nodded again, even if you weren't quite certain that you'd be able to do that. Peter grabbed the water and the snack, passing it to you. That instantly made you smile and you thanked him before practically devouring it. Peter put the glass back on the table when you were done.

The two of you sat there for a while, both happy and content to enjoy each other's presence. After a bit, Peter glanced down and grinned when he saw you asleep. This was like heaven to him, with how cute you were and how he was able to hold and cuddle you.

He ended up losing track of time but soon enough. FRIDAY was quietly alerting him that the team had returned, unharmed.

"Can you tell Tony to come up to Y/N's room?" Peter asked.

A couple minutes later, the man was walking in, still in his suit but without his helmet. "I know you're probably still mad-" he began, running a hand through his hair, only to be cut off by Peter's "shh". He glanced up, not expecting to see the sight he saw. He walked over. "What's going on?"

"Y/N's asleep. Had a panic attack and fainted earlier. Y/N was really scared that something would happen to you and the team," Peter explained.

Tony softened and with a small sigh, sat down. He looked at his sleeping teen, smiling warmly. "Alright. We can talk later. Take good care of my kid, alright Parker?" He whispered, slowly rising from the bed.

"You got it," Peter promised. He'd always take good care of you.

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[curedigiqueen]

Listen, I understand why Suite isn't a popular season. Generally speaking, the best parts of it are generally done better in the two seasons that precede it. It in many ways is just a weaker frankensteining of Fresh and Heartcatch. But Fresh and Heartcatch are fantastic, so just because it's worse than those seasons, doesn't mean its bad in my opinion. And to be fair, it does deserve many of its criticisms.

But it's also one of my favorite seasons, and I think some of it's criticisms are more a matter of taste. There's just a lot I love about Suite.

Hibiki and Kanade

I also know a lot of people aren't huge fans of the whole fighting thing Hibiki and Kanade have going on. And I agree, it's not the best executed and some things don't make sense. I also understand that many people are not fond of the vitriolic best buds trope, but I don't think that makes their relationship inherently bad just not to everyone's taste. For what it's worth, we haven't had a pair of cures like them before and since and it's a tragedy to me personally because I am quite fond of vitriolic best buds, duo cures and childhood friends. We have so many cure duos and aside from these two, none are childhood friends. The CLOSEST is the fact that Saki and Mai met once, when they were 9. Several trios of childhood friends (Fresh, Doki Doki and Happiness Charge), but they're the only true childhood friend duo. I honestly want more cures like these two. They get the learning to understand each other that the new friendships have, with the wealth of intimate knowledge about each other stemming from their childhood friendship. Despite spending a year "apart", the years they spent together still mean something, and they can't seem to stay away. They're mad at each other but there is still a comfortable familiarity in the way they aren't afraid to fight with each other. They say they aren't friends but they still call each other by first name.

Their hearts naturally fall into perfect harmony. The have like the same sense of style. Kanade likes to bake. Hibiki likes to eat. Souta refers to Hibiki as "Hibiki-Nee-san", and otherwise treats her similarly to his own sister. They have a flashlight code that they use to communicate across town at night. Neither one realized that there are two entrances with Sakura trees at their middle school or tried to talk about it for a whole year. They're both so stupid.

They take after Nagisa and Honoka a lot too. Nagisa and Hibiki are both athletic redheads who are good at sports and have black as a main color in one of their outfits (Cure for Nagisa, Civ for Hibiki), and generally use pink in their outfits. Both like to eat. Both can be prone to grumpiness and disagreements with their family members. Honoka and Kanade are both white Cures with fierce tempers and a strong sense of responsibility, able to handle domestic things like cooking. Both have more academic strengths, but are relatively graceful. There are some twists of course, Kanade has the little brother who she bickers with (their little brother's even both end their name with "ta"), Hibiki is the one with a parent who is often abroad. I really like how the two called back to the original duo without at all feeling like a copy.

To be fair not communicating is the name of the game in Suite. And so, I do 100% understand not liking this plot. I really do understand it. It's more than fair. All of the plots basically revolve around miscommunication. That is like. The entirety of Suite. Miscommunications, and the breakdown and subsequent healing of relationships. A very very valid complaint. One that I can overlook, but understand if others cannot.

Siren and Hummy

So, Precure's second heel-face turn Cure (if we don't count the Kiryuu sisters). She's a shapeshifting cat who can sing. The original one.

While normally I dislike the "Brainwashed to be evil" trope. It can be very effective. Go Princess used it to great effect in which there was a level of tragedy to the years that had been stolen away from Towa, and how her motivations had been twisted. I think it has similar effect here, where we kind of get both. She was brainwashed, and I do think that does cheapen Siren's motivations and redemption a bit, but she also had genuinely negative feelings towards Hummy, that she acted on in refusing to practice with Hummy. She still has to face Hummy head on, and as much as she tries to pretend that she's hard and strong enough to live in her bitterness. Siren isn't actually mean enough to keep facing her friend and betray her over and over again.

Hummy being better at singing than her caused her to lose a piece of her identity. The most important singer in all of Majorland. The one who sings the melody of happiness. So Siren doubles down on that identity. She becomes Minorland's singer. But she also, due to her shapeshifting, spends that time adopting different identities. Testing things out, even if she doesn't realize it. Ultimately she has to completely let go of her old identity (losing access to her original form) and everything associated with it and forge a new sense of self, in order to find happiness. But she doesn't completely lose everything.

Despite not liking to be called Siren anymore, she still lets Hummy call her that. She turned her old identity of Siren into something bitter, so she had to cast it off to redefine herself. But Hummy is the only one who ever saw the real Siren through everything Siren tried to become. Hummy may have been the one who took her sense of worth, but she's also the one who always saw Siren's value as Siren. Hummy gets to use Siren because her relationship with Hummy is the only thing that survived Siren's evolution. The two have to forge a new relationship to a certain extent. But it's built on what came before.

I also just think it's fun that the bulk of this emotional arc is on Hummy. It's cat drama. Fairy drama. Usually this is the kinda of stuff that happens between the pink and the heel-face cure. But not this time. This time it's the cat fairy, and the pink is dealing with her own friendship drama. I think it also ties right back into Suites continued echo of healing relationships, actually listening to people in order to harmonize with them. Hibiki and Kanade have to resolve their bitter feelings from their estrangement. Siren has to get over her jealousy to let Hummy back into her life. And Mephisto and Aphrodite have to stop fighting a war against each other.

Major Land's Royal Family

I mean really, no one bothered to tell Hibiki and Kanade at any point that Mephisto was the brainwashed former King of Major Land and that Major Land had a princess who was in hiding? Just locked out of the loop. Both Kanon and Majorland are entirely made up of people who can't communicate.

Anyway, Ako is my all time favorite cure. I rather unpopular choice, I know. But she fits right in with many of my other favorites, characters such as Hikari Yagami, Takeru Takaishi, King Clawthorne, King Ezran, Anya Forger etc. I love kid characters. I especially love messed up traumatized kids who don't always deal with it in great ways. And kid characters with heaps of responsibility on their shoulders. Like chosen ones and royalty.

So Ako is the epitome of what I look for in my favorite characters. She's a 9 year old with high future expectations, that she can't even begin to try and live up to because she's been sent away from everything she's known and loved. Not just moving to a new town, but a new world, where the rules of what is and isn't normal are different. In addition she was forced into physically altering her appearance, wearing unfamiliar clothes, and cutting her long hair. Not only that, she now has to keep everything about her secret. Her hometown, whatever music magic she has, her real future career plans, everything that made her her, has to be suppressed and kept secret. And she was like. Six. That's tiny. And she has to construct a whole new fake identity?

No wonder she's grumpy and keeps to herself? Her alternative is just trying to keep up a bunch of lies all the time. And keeping to herself, means few friends, and trying to keep people away, because this is supposed to be temporary to some degree. She has back home eventually, she's their future queen. She really has no choice BUT to be a grumpy brat. To keep from getting found out and to keep from getting attached. Like sure she doesn't have to be a brat to Hibiki and Kanade, but she's kinda right half the time, and honestly her tempering that brattiness into being just unpleasant enough to be left alone without being so obnoxious she draws people's ire involves way more socio-emotional intelligence than should ever be expected from a nine year old. And at a certain point, after years of it, it became part of her real personality. The sweet optimistic little princess is still there. But it's under a layer of cynicism.

Ako wants her family back. So she gets the power to do that. And things still don't go her way.

I've joked to people before that Ako is one of 4 cures with divorced parents. Her parents are effectively divorced, but extra. They're not just trying to fight over a house and custody of her, but over not just an entire kingdom, but the fate of the world. And her father doesn't even know who she is anymore. Her parents are actively at war, and her mother honestly shows no qualms about letting her husband be potentially killed, not bothering to tell the people she's sent after him about their relationship and his true nature. (And then her mom asks Mephisto to kill her to protect their kingdom, Ako can't catch a break).

This ties back to a fact that is kind of brushed over in the show. Ako is the princess. In the show she's honestly just the princess because it puts her in between Mephisto and Aphrodite's drama. But we see in show that Mephisto and Aphrodite are constantly putting their kingdom's needs above their own. A- monarchs (points deducted for getting brainwashed), but like. B- parents tbh. They love Ako so, so much, but simply can't raise her themselves. In fact, Ako's parents won't look after themselves, so Ako has to look out for them instead of the other way around. We see this a lot with Mephisto.

Sometimes Ako makes absolutely stupid decisions, like releasing notes, because she doesn't want to go against her dad, even if he isn't himself right now. Because she's a child whose parents are fighting, seemingly to the death, and if she can spread out the fight, she can hopefully drag out the arrival of consequences.

Ako does eventually learn to use the power as a cure, so she can balance the needs of the many over the needs of her loved ones. So she can do both. But she has to learn to make the hard choices and be willing to stand against her loved ones.

Also Ako also gets the miscommunication based friendship breakdown with her and Suzu, and to a lesser extent her and Souta in the movie. Suite really goes hard on the whole healing relationships thing.

Ako is really a direct foil to Yuri who precedes her. Missing evil brainwashed dads. Present throughout the whole show, but only join the team in the last quarter (the latest of any Cures). Semi-awkward friendship with one of the other cure's siblings in part because their friend doesn't know about all their magical girl trauma. Already looped into the magical girl stuff before any of the other cures, so has a preexisting relationship of some sort with the grandparent mentor. Ako is pretty much just a baby Yuri, but who has just now gained the power to try and fight after years of inability to do anything, instead of having just lost her power, and having to face down her own failure and keep going. So she's an angry elementary kid rather than a depressed high schooler. How can I not love her?

[abbyromanoff]

You’re back….Chapter 2

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader

Series here:

Word count: 2938

Summary: when Wanda, the love of your life, blipped away, you found comfort in your friend. She reminded you of your past lover and you fell for one another. What happens when Wanda returns?

Warnings: angst, grief, kinda dark themes, death, trauma, depression, just sad shit

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Stepping into the shower you basked in the hot water, the temperature cooling you in a sense. The shampoo droplets made its way into your hands as you started to wash yourself, thinking of one thing only, getting those stones. You heard the door to the bathroom open and saw a figure through the glass, one you recognized as Nat’s.

“Hey baby, mind if I join you?” Instead of answering, you opened the glass door to let her in. She wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her head on your shoulder, giving you a small smile that you returned.

“You excited about today?” The woman asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. You hummed in response and interlocked your hands with her own, playing with the fingertips.

“Yeah, I just really want to get them all back, you know?” She knew what you meant by everyone, but she didn’t say anything. Of course, you loved your friends and have missed them dearly. But, most of all, you wanted Wanda back. You knew you couldn’t date her again. No matter how much you loved her, Nat didn’t deserve that. You just wanted to know she was alive, that she was living her life happily.

Nat worried that if you got Wanda back, you’ll leave her. She couldn’t blame you though, Wanda was your first true love. She was just hoping she’d be the last.

“So, you’ll get your sister back then? Do you think I’ll ever get to meet her?” She smiled at the thought, Yelena was so important to her. She told you all about the blonde all the time, you knew she felt guilty about leaving her.

“Y-yeah, we’ll get her back and you can meet her. She’ll love you, I promise. She always teased me about when I’d get a girlfriend, but now I do.” You couldn’t deny how great that sounded, being her girlfriend and meeting her family. It was a dream she often had, one she often mentioned. You always wanted something like that, but with another redhead. You remember all the times she’d mention her family that she wanted you to so desperately meet. When she lost her parents, she was so young, the story broke you. And then, she lost her brother. Her twin. Her ride or die. And now she would have to lose you too.

You both got dressed and headed downstairs to the almost empty compound, it was so dull here now. You and Nat are the only ones who live here still, the rest left like they always did. Overtime, people started piling in, a smile joined Nat’s face as most of her loved ones were together again.

“What’s vomir?” Asked your girlfriend with her cute little notepad. She was wearing the shirt you always stole from her, the one you found so comfortable. Nebula explained everything, going into detail about how her father killed her sister there. Nat put her arm on your thigh, a sign that she was there for you.

You worried for the woman’s sake, the moment she mentioned she would be the one going to the planet along with Clint, you had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

“Nat, you can’t go.” She sighed, clearly frustrated. This has been going on for almost an hour, the two of you arguing back and forth like a married couple.

“Why? Why can’t I go? This isn’t your decision, if something happens to me then it is what it is. You don’t get to pick for me!” She yelled in your face this time, standing up and towering over you with her larger frame.

“Because I can’t lose you Nat! Something is going to happen on that stupid fucking planet, I know it. And I’m not ready to lose you, I can’t lose you, because I love you.” Saying it out loud felt right. It felt like you were holding in your breath and finally let it out. She sat down on the bed next to you, approaching you with a calmer state now. She muttered out a small ‘come here’ and you did, grasping onto her for dear life.

“You’re not going to lose me, Y/N. Even if something does happen, I’ll still always be with you. I’ll always be in your heart, because I love you.” You cried into her strong chest, the thought of losing her as well was too much.

You didn’t understand this. One moment you want Wanda but the next you want Nat, you love them both. They both hold a special place in your heart, they were the glue to your rip. You knew you couldn’t have them both, they despised one another. But you so badly wanted it.

“Do you really love me, Y/N? More than Wanda?” You couldn’t answer her. You didn’t know if you loved her, but you knew you didn’t love her more than the witch, you’d never love someone more than her.

“I do love you Nat, I do.” You chose not to answer the second part, you didn’t want to disappoint her. She knew your answer, she knew you’d never love anyone the way you loved Wanda. But she refused to let you go. You’d love her eventually, she hoped. She never felt this way before. All her life she was taught that love was for children, but you were different. You were like the sun on a cold day. A flower in a bouquet. The main character in her story, her favorite story. Hearing the words leave your mouth caused a smile to blossom on her face, you loved her. You were in love with her.

“I promise you, if I don’t make it back, I’ll make sure someone finds a way to save me. No matter how long it takes or what you’d have to do, I’ll come back to you, always.” “And if you don’t? You’ve done so much for me Nat. You were the only one there, I can’t lose you too. I won’t lose you.” She shushed you and lightly rocked your quivering body, leaving a small peck to your forehead. Nat wondered if that’s the only reason you wanted her to stay, because she took care of you. She knew you probably loved her, but your love would never come close to hers.

You both jumped when hearing a loud knock at the door, Steve on the other side.

“You guys ready to go? We’re all downstairs waiting.” The two of you stood up, sparing another loving glance before walking out. Everyone was suited up, the gear must have been made with the finest material.

“See you in a minute.” Were the last words you heard from your lover before she disappeared with Clint. Everyone went to different points in time, collecting each stone they could grab.

Nat was fighting with Clint, not that you knew though. You couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to her, wondering if she was okay. Clint jumped over and Nat held his hand tightly, slowly starting to lose grip.

“Let me go Nat, let me go!” He yelled out, barely hanging on any further. Nat was using Clint’s line to hang on, he almost dropped it over the edge earlier.

“Nat, please. I need to do this, for my family.” Nat screamed out his name as he kicked off the edge, falling over the cliff as she cried in agony. She suddenly awoke in water, looking around for her best friend only to realize, it wasn’t a nightmare. He was gone. Because of her. Opening her hand, she noticed a yellow rock in her hands. It was glowing in the darkness, a tear drop falling onto it.

When she got back, you were all waiting there. Nat dropped to her knees and could’ve screamed out, but she didn’t. No noise left her shaking body. You ran up to her immediately, placing your hands on her as a sort of comfort. She fell into your body, water escaping her eyes like rain.

“I tried, I tried so hard.” You nodded, tears now threatening to escape you when hearing her tone. It wasn’t like all the times you fought. It was pure pain. Hurt. Sorrow. She lost her best friend, the one who saved her. He kept her alive two times now, and she blamed herself.

“I know you did, you always do, sweetheart.” You wanted to tell her it would be okay, but you knew that would be a lie. It would never be the same without him. She turned to look at Tony, her pained face making him frown lightly.

“You need to do something. Anything! Bring him back, do it! Your science stuff, you-you can use his hair or something, you can bring him back.” The scientists looked down, they knew that wasn’t possible. Even if they did, it would take too long. They didn’t have that time to waste. They had to save the world.

“I’m sorry.” Was all they said. All they could say.

You held Nat there for what felt like hours, you didn’t care how long it took. The pain in your knees didn’t matter. The deafening silence filled the humid room, but you didn’t care. All the times Nat held you and now you were finally returning the favor.

“Do you want to lay in our bed? Maybe sleep for a bit?” Your words were the only thing that could be heard, the rest was quiet. She didn’t move, didn’t answer, she just sat there. You sighed and lifted her head up slightly, her eyes were bloodshot red as were her cheeks. You kissed each cheek with love, wiping the tears away before you placed a peck to her lips.

“Can I bring you into bed? Or anywhere? You can finally rest and I can go make you your favorite, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into triangles.” She could’ve smiled at your words, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she nodded and let you walk her to your shared room. Nothing would ever be the same, she knew that, you knew that. She lost everyone she ever had. Her best friend, her teammates, her sister, and now possibly you. If you got Wanda back, she didn’t know if you’d stay with her. When you layed the woman down into bed, placing her favorite blankets on top of her before starting to leave. She gripped your hand, a silent beg for you to stay.

“Nat? I just want to make you some food, you must be starving.” “I just want you.” Were the first words that left her mouth in over an hour. You followed her request and laid down behind her, wrapping your arms around delicately around her waist. You thought back to all the times you were in this position, but with Nat holding you. She was always the one taking care of you, yet you barely ever got to return the favor.

A few hours later, Nat was in a deep slumber. Her cheeks were still stained, but she looked beautiful either way. A knock erupted on your door for the second time today, this time it was Tony. He walked in when hearing a small come in.

“Hey, how’s she holding up?” “Not well.” He nodded in understanding and sat down silently.

“I know it’s probably not a great time to tell her, but we need to get ready. We have everything we need and can bring everyone back with the Nano Gauntlet, Bruce said he’ll do it.” You sighed but agreed. This was your chance to get everyone back, you needed to do it. Tony walked out of the room a few minutes later and you let Nat rest for a little longer before shaking her a bit, being careful not to startle her. Her eyes slowly opened and stared into your own, a small smile marking her face before it soon disappeared.

“Nat, I understand if you’re not up for it, I do. But we can get everyone back now. Bruce is going to use the Nano Gauntlet to bring them all home. If you can’t do it, that’s okay, we all understand.” Nat knew she had to, she wanted revenge on Thanos. She wanted that bastard to die. She stood up and put on a jacket before heading out of the door, you hot on your trails following her. The others turned when hearing her voice, sending an apologetic look before starting.

The moment Bruce finished, Nat pulled you to the side. You tried seeing how the man was but you didn’t get to send him another glance as she dragged you outside of the room.

“Nat, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” She sighed and played with her fingertips, the nervous habit of hers that you picked up on over the years.

“I was going to wait till after the fight, but I can’t. Seeing what happened to Clint, I just can’t let that happen to you too. I need to let you know how I feel before it’s too late. I bought this ring a little while back because, I wanted to ask you to marry me.” You were shocked to say the least. Sure, you two have been together for a long time now, but you never really expected her to ask. You thought she would be the type to not want marriage, she didn’t talk about it often.

“Oh. I-I don’t know what to say. I mean, do you really think it’s the best time to get engaged?” She nodded at what you said, trying to make it look like she understood.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready, I just wanted to ask. We can just, pretend this never happened.” You stopped her before she could walk out, grasping her bicep in your hand.

“What if I don’t want to? What if I do want to marry you?” You received a surprised yet happy smile in return. She worried that you just felt bad and agreed, but seeing your expression made that fear go away.

“You really want that? You really want to marry me?” You nodded and she hugged you tightly, not letting you go until she remembered the ring.

“Right, the ring. I hope you like it.” There sat one of the most beautiful pieces of jewlery you’ve ever seen, it made you tear up.

“Clint helped me pick it out a few months ago,” The name caused a sting in her heart. “He said you’d love it. I hope you do.” She took your finger and slipped it on, watching as you admired the ring.

“I love it, Nat. It’s so beautiful, thank you.” “Good, I was worried you wouldn’t like it. When we win this war, because we will, I’ll propose properly.” You surprised the woman with a large hug, kissing her harshly.

“Well then, fiance, shall we go win a battle?” You laughed at her words and nodded, giving her one last kiss before bringing her out of the room. You felt genuinely happy for once, the woman you learned to love would officially be yours forever. But that nagging want of it being Wanda, filled your mind. But it would never be Wanda, not anymore. Maybe a few years ago it could’ve been, although, she’s not yours anymore. Nat is now, and you loved her. You think.

“On your left” Sam said into his earpiece, Cap turned only to see multiple portals open, all of his teammates were there. They fought, hard. Everyone fought until they won, even if it took their life. They fought until he was dead, until Thanos was finally gone. Nat never felt more relived, the person who caused her friend’s death was finally gone. For good. She didn’t have to worry any longer. Until she saw it, saw her. Wanda was standing there looking around curiously, most likely trying to find you amongst the crowd. When her eyes landed on your own, she ran. You felt arms wrap around you as the woman hugged you tightly.

“W-Wanda?” She leaned back to finally give you a good look, you were different. Your hair was longer, your body was more buff, but you were still her Y/N. Or so she thought. She moved the locks out of your face and was about to kiss you, but you moved away. Her lips collided with your cheek as she opened her eyes, looking at you confusedly. ‘

“Wanda, I’m sorry.” “What do you mean, my love? Why are you sorry?” She saw Nat appear out of the corner of her eye. The slightly older woman put her arm on your backside and looked down at you, you looked away. Nat was sending an apoligetic look to the curious woman, but she realized what was going on, you had moved on. You were no longer her girlfriend, now you were Nat’s.

“Y/N, tell me it isn’t true. Please tell me you’re still mine?” She looked desperate, the thought of losing you because she couldn’t be there was too much for her to handle.

“I’m sorry Wanda. But, Nat is my fiance, we just got engaged.” She looked at Nat with an unreadable expression, your fiance stood her ground. You felt horrible, you knew how it was to lose someone so important to you. But in her case, she had to watch as you loved another that wasn’t her. When she didn’t even do anything wrong. It wasn’t her fault, yet she was suffering for it. She was now, the second choice.

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[catoslvt]

Ethan Landry x Reader

Enemies to lovers, moves rlly quick, because you get attacked by the copy cat killers first.

Tara's twin sister because I love Tara and cba writing a full family, etc.

Based a few days before the beginning of scream 6, ethan isn't ghostface. You're extremely sporty, btw. Sorry if ur not irl.

Tw, murdering, blood, violence.

As I stare down at my English paper, my jaw clenches, how stupid is a teacher to hand out an exercise over the Ghostface attacks last year, with four of the victims in the classroom.

I stick up my hand and furrow my eyebrows, and the teacher quickly realises her mistake as she nods at me, signaling for me that I can talk.

"Miss, I'd rather not do this paper over my own experiences, and I think I can say that for the four of us." I state and the teacher just frowns.

"Well, it's all the work I have printed today, so you're going to have to do it, I'm afraid." The teacher argues, and I pick up the paper and see its a paragraph from Gale Weathers book, specifically the paragraph where it calls Sam a killer by blood.

"Nope, I'm not answering questions on my own big sister being called a murderer." I tell her, and she just shrugs.

"Don't do any work then, I don't care. It'll be your grade that's affected." The teacher spits, and I shrug and cross my arms, sinking back into my chair with a smug look on my face, and once everyone else begins to work the room is filled with quiet chatter, and ethan turns to me at the table and just rolls his eyes.

"Do you always have to make a scene about this? We all get it okay? You, Chad, mindy, and Tara were all attacked, but it's getting boring now." He groans and I turn to him with a shocked look on my face.

"I'm sorry that I'm boring you with my trauma, really, I wish I could've stopped it, but did you almost get killed multiple times?" I spit, and he just rolls his eyes at me.

"But you didn't get, did you? So it's really not that deep." He argues, and I quickly stand up, about to lunge at him, but Chad's arms stop me.

"What's going on!?" The teacher screams, and ethan tries to say I started it whilst I'm screaming even louder that he started it, and Chad slaps a hand over my mouth.

"Ethan tried to say that she's being over dramatic about what happened to us." Chad answers and the teacher furrows her eyebrows at us and points to the door.

"Both of you out now!" She yells, and I push Chad off of me and storm out the classroom, slamming the door before ethan can even get out the door.

"See what I mean? You're so overdramatic." Ethan yells from the opposite end of the corridor, and I turn myself around extremely harshly as I begin to storm at him.

"Did you get a knife plunged only millimetres from your heart? Did you lose your boyfriend and two of your best friends in the span of three days? Actually, no, did your own best friend try to kill you? Did they ethan!?" I scream as I now stand face to face with him, well, more like chest to face seeing as ethan is alot taller than me.

"No, but if I did, I would've coped with it much better than you did." He states, and anger washes over me, and without me thinking, my fist whacks against his nose, causing it to bleed instantly as ethan steps back and covers his nose with his hand, and as the blood pours over his lips, I can't help but blush at how hot he looks, who would've knew I would've found ethan landry hot.

"Oops." I whisper with a small smile before I speed walk down the opposite side of the corridor, and once I'm out of sight, I run out the school building running towards the student accommodation building, and running towards mindys room which I gratefully have a key for, I can't go back to my apartment, not yet anyway. Sam's either going to kill me for what I did or be extremely proud of me for sticking up for myself, and no matter what one it's going to be, I can not be bothered yet.

Once my hands were fully washed of ethans blood, mindy barged into her room, her and anika both cackling.

"Y/n! Whatever you did to ethans nose, well done, they think it might be broken!" Mindy exclaims as she sits next to me on her small sofa, anika taking the spot beside mindy, and I gasp, suddenly feeling really bad.

"You really need to get yourself checked for anger issues." Anika says with a small grin, but she laughs too.

"When I saw the blood run down from his nose, I thought he looked pretty hot." I tell them with an honest smile and both of their jaw drops.

"No way." Mindy argues and I awkwardly nod.

"I always thought he was hot, but that was just the cherry on top of the cake." I tell them through a small laugh, and both of their heads shake as if in usion.

It seems as if we've been talking for only minutes, but like five hours have passed, and it's now ten o'clock, and I let out a small yawn, now feeling extremely tired as I stand up.

"I better go home now, might as well get my lecture from Sam now right?" I ask with a small chuckle and they both nod.

"Chad's at yours with taTara. He's not answering his phone. Can you tell him to hurry and get to his apartment if he hasn't left by the time you're home?" Mindy asks as she stares at me and I nod, before leaving.

The student accommodation is actually extremely massive when you're not sprinting through it, and the only exit is past ethan and Chad's dorm, maybe I should go apologise to him.

Maybe.

As I continue to walk, I can't help but feel as if I'm being followed due to the footsteps behind me, but any time I turn around, there's nobody there, maybe it's Wes showing he's still here with me, but the thought of that just makes me laugh, that's so stupid.

My laughter is quickly muffled when a hand is slapped over my mouth, and a knife is plunged into my right shoulder, I let out a horrifying scream hoping someone will hear, but the hand covered in fabric provides a good silencer, and as the person takes the knife out of my shoulder, they quickly turn me around and pin me against a wall, the hand not carrying a knife being slapped over my mouth again as I look up at the rather tall person, I gasp.

They're wearing a ghostface mask.

As I begin to try and kick and punch the person away from me, the knife stabs into my lower stomach twice, and I let out another scream as I try kick them away, but their grip is too strong.

Their grip reminds me of ethans, their height reminds me of ethans.

Shit, this is karma for me punching his nose isn't it?

As tears begin to pour from my eyes, I harshly swing my knee up, as it hits the person right inbetween the legs, causing them to collapse to their knees holding their balls, and that's when I take it as my opportunity to run, but as I do a knife is stabbed into the back of my leg and twisted around slightly, sending me spiraling to the floor with a loud grunt, I could scream for help, but the person would just kill me before I'm saved, by staying silent it's giving them less of a reason to kill me.

"You're a fighter, huh?" The voice, which is clearly using the same voice changer from last year, asks as they flip me onto my back after Ripping the knife out of my leg, and holding it upto my throat as I stare at them, almost choking on my own tears as i feel the blood running out of my shoulder, stomach and leg, but I try my hardest to look scared.

"I've been told that." I spit, trying my hardest to stare through the dark mesh of the eyes of the mask, but it's too dark and I can't see the persons eyes.

"What about wes? Was he a fighter?" The voice coos as it gently traces the knife over my throat, not breaking any skin yet, I guess they want me alive a little longer just to harass me.

"I'd like to think he was." I state, my voice shaking at the mention of Wes, its been a year I know, and I'm over him, well I suppose I didn't have a choice, but I still love him, he's forever going to be my boyfriend. He was taken from me too early.

"Well he wasn't, he died like a pussy, he accepted his fate." The ghostface spits and I let out a large yell as I punch them extremely hard in the face, harder than i punched ethan earlier, and the ghostface collapses on the floor beside me, the mask now squint, and I take this as my opportunity to run, run towards ethans dorm, if I'm lucky it'll be open.

As I stand up, the pain in my leg and lower stomach grows almost unbearable as I begin to limp down the corridor, one hand making it's way to my lower stomach in an attempt to keep the blood in my body, whilst the other makes its way to my shoulder.

When I see ethans door, I pick up my pace, now hearing footsteps coming closer and closer, I begin running, causing the tears to pour more.

"Ethan! Ethan help!" I scream as I bang on his door as I turn my head to the side and see the ghostaface only a few meters away.

"Ethan help!" I scream as I begin banging the door, leaving bloody handprints everywhere.

I hear a key rattling in the door before it opens, and ethan stands and stares at me, but his face quickly changes to pure panic when he sees all the blood and tears, and he grabs me by my wrist and pulls me into his dorm, where I collapse to my knees as I begin to scream in pain, the adrenaline wearing off quick now.

"What the fuck happened!?" Ethan screams and I point to the door as I look at him.

"Ghostface!" I cry, and ethan quickly throws open his door and sticks his head out. Whilst he pulls his phone, I'm assuming he dials 911 as he slams the door and locks it, and when someone answers, he begins yelling and screaming at the operator.

"I don't know what happened! She's been stabbed! Send an ambulance, please!" He screams before he hangs up, collapsing to his knees beside me as he stares at me with pure panic.

"I don't know what to do!" He cries in a panic, and as I clutch my stomach in a desperate attempt to seal the skin closed only slightly, I shake my head.

"No, it's okay." I groan as the pain grows more powerful.

"What happened?" He quietly asks, and I take a deep breath.

"I left mindys apartment and was gonna head straight home, but I decided I should apologise to you because I punched you, but when I was walking, it felt like someone was following me, but any time I turned around there was nobody, but when I wasn't paying attention it slapped a hand over my mouth." I answer and he lets out a small laugh.

"Why would you apologise over that punch? I deserved it, plus it was a really good punch." Ethan argues with a smile, and I let out a fake smile before I hear sirens pulling up.

"We're gonna take you to the hospital, okay?" The nurse asks as she slaps a gas mask over my face and I nod before she turns to ethan.

"Is it okay if you come with her to the hospital? Just until we get ahold of a guardian, one of my colleagues will book you a taxi home once a guardian comes." She asks ethan, and he nods before he pulls my phone out of my front pocket.

"I can phone her big sister if you want, just to save you some hassle." He offers and the nurse nods.

"You're a sweetheart." She says before she climbs into the front and ethan sits on the seat beside my bed and puts his buckle on, grabbing my hand to use my finger ID before I hear him harshly tapping the screen on my phone, before I hear his phone ringing.

"Sam? Hey, it's ethan. You need to come to the hospital as soon as you can, y/n was attacked by a ghostface." He says, and I hear Sam screaming, but he just hangs up, and I stare at him.

"Sorry for dragging you into this, I should've just left the building." I apologise as I take the mask off of my face, and ethan leans out and grabs my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze as butterflies fill my stomach.

"Y/n, don't be so stupid, if you didn't come to me you would've died." Ethan argues and I shake my head.

"No, you don't get it, ethan. Now the ghostface will be after you, I don't want you getting hurt." I cry, and ethan puts the mask back onto my face as he lets out a small 'shh', seconds before the gas knocks me out.

When I wake up, Tara, ethan, and Sam are at my side, patiently waking for me to wake up.

"It's creepy to watch someone sleep." I groan as I open my eyes fully, and they all smile when they see me awake.

"Are you okay?" Sam asks as she places a hand on my non bandaged shoulder, and I actually nod slightly. Whatever drugs they gave me must've been good because I can't really feel any of my stab wounds. In fact, I can't feel anything to that matter, but I'm probably still woozy from the gas.

"You put up a fight, I'm glad. You're my tough bitch." Tara exclaims from my side as she nudges Sam out the way to hug me, and I lift my non-stabbed arm and hug her back, before a nurse walks in carrying a clipboard.

"I have some news whilst you were passed out. we carefully inspected your injuries and bandaged them, so we have some good news and some bad news." The nurse says and I just stare at him.

"The good news is that your injuries should heal themselves in a few weeks. None of them went through any important parts, but obviously, they're still going to be quite sore until they're healed." The nurse says, and I slowly nod, so what's the bad news then? Nothing bad can come from that.

"The bad news comes from the back of your leg. Being stabbed through the calf is dangerous. Well, I mean being stabbed is dangerous enough, but you'll be surprised how much we deal with it here, but you were stabbed in such a difficult way, you're going to have permanent damage in your leg, resulting in a limp." He finishes and I let out a small laugh.

"Is that it?" I quiz with a smile, and he shakes his head as he shoots me a sorry look.

"I know you're a sporty person, Sam told me, but all sports need to stop, if you continue to do sports at the extreme that you do then it'll cause even worse damage to your leg." The nurse answers, and I feel my whole world crumbling from beneath me. Sports is what I did to take my mind off of everything. It was my escape, and now ghostface has taken that away from me, too. First, my best friends, even though Amber was ghostface, then Wes, and now sports.

I just stare at the nurse as I blink through tears.

"If you like, you three can go get something to eat at the cafeteria. It'll be an hour or so before we decide if it'll be safe enough to discharge y/n home tonight." The nurse offers and ethan shakes his head.

"I'm not hungry, but if you two are, then you can go get food, I'll stay with y/n." Ethan offers to Sam and Tara and they both smile greatfully.

"I can show you the way to the cafeteria." The nurse states as he leaves the room, Tara and Sam following after him.

As I slowly sit up, I stare at ethan.

"You didn't have to stay, now you're definitely on their list." I say with a small laugh.

"I just watched to make sure you were okay." He answers with a small shake of his head, and I look at the bridge of his nose, which is now turning a slight shade of dark blue.

"I'm sorry about your nose." I say as I point to it and he moves closer to the bed.

"I told you not to be, I was a dick, but I think I should tell you why, but you can't tell anyone y/n, I mean it." He begs, and I nod.

"Richie was my brother." Ethan says, and I go to point at the door and tell him to leave and never come back, but I remember you don't get to pick who your family is, and I slowly nod.

"I didn't mean to be mean to you, I was just angry at Richie for doing what he did to you, so I took my anger out on you, I was just angry because he went after some innocent teenagers instead of his own brother." He answers and I just smile.

"Im sorry for hating you or acting as if I did anyway. It's just because when Wes died, I swore I'd never love anyone again, but then I met you, and I realised I loved you, so I started acting as if I hated you because I thought if I convinced myself I hated you it would come true." I say through an awkward laugh, and ethan and I both begin to lean in for a kiss. When Tara and Sam walk in, and we both quickly pull away and let out small laughs, acting as if one of us just said a joke.

I stand at the door of the hospital, crutches in my hand as I rest on my left leg, which was the one that I don't have a limp with, Tara lets out a small groan.

"Oh, come on, how long does it take for a taxi to show up?" She grunts, its good were not waiting on two taxis, were all just gonna share one, the drive isn't that long so it's handy.

When we pull up to student accommodation, ethan opens the door and goes to leave, but he quickly stops as he turns to look at me.

"There's a Halloween party tomorrow. If you feel well enough to go, would you be my date?" He asks with a small grin, and I nod, and he grabs my face and gently kisses me before he fully exits the car, gently closing the door behind him.

"The fuck just happened?" Tara screams and I just shrug.

"I told him I loved him in the hospital, and he went to kiss me, but you two walked in!" I exclaim annoyed.

As I walk into school the next day, it's like all eyes are on me, I mean, obviously, I was attacked last night, but still, it's not that big of a deal.

First period, I had film studies, so mindy and I walk in glued to each others sides, both of us silently agreeing that this is our favourite class, both for different reasons though, hers is because she enjoys the class, mine is because of our teacher, and the fact that ethan sits facing me.

Mindy and I are allowed to get in the class five minutes early and leave the class five minutes early so that I don't get hurt in the hallway, and so I don't trip anyone up either, and when I tell her what happened last night, leaving out the whole 'Richies brother' thing because I did promise I wouldn't tell anyone, she lets out a happy squeal.

"I know I acted unsupportive, but I really wanted you two to get together." She says with a silly smile, and Miss Crane walks in the classroom, confused about why there's already people in here, but when she sees me, her face quickly changes to a more understanding look.

"Had a good night?" She jokes and I groan.

"Absoloutely not, I've been permanently banned from sports." I groan and her eyes widen.

"How will you survive?" She exclaims, clearly trying to brighten the mood.

As Jason walks in the class, I can't help but notice the strange bruise on his face, almost as if someone hit him, and that's when my mind flashbacks to last night just after I hit the killer across the face making the mask go squint, I remember I saw hair, Jason's hair, the rest of the class I'm uneasy, but all my problems seem to fade when I hear the,

"Y/n, you can leave early, take someone with you." Miss Crane yells from her desk, and I stand up quickly, sliding my crutches under my arms as I motion for ethan to come, and mindy lets out a small betrayed gasp.

"He's in my next class, sorry." I apologise as ethan grabs his bag and walks out behind me, his hand on the small of my back when he walks behind me, but it quickly drops once were out in the corridor walking towards our pe halls.

"I didn't expect you to come in today." Ethan says as he stares down at me, his pace slowing when he realises I'm still not quite used to using crutches.

"I wasn't going to, but then I was like, what's the point in staying at home? I'm safer at school, plus I might as well get my leg ready for tonight." I tell him, and he nods in agreement.

"If you don't want to watch everyone do pe then we can ask if we can go somewhere else, I know how shit it's gonna feel watching everyone else do it." Ethan offers, and I go to say something, but I hear Jason calling my name from behind us, and ethan and I both turn around to face him.

"You know Jason, I think I prefer you without the mask and knife." I snap as he now stands infront of us.

"What do you mean? You can't seriously think im the killer." He bluffs.

"I don't think you are, I know you are. Your bruise, plus the fact I saw your hair when I knocked your mask over, real funny bringing Wes into it, by the way, it was a nice touch." I add, and he shakes his head as he goes to step closer to me, but ethan protectively puts an arm in front of me as he steps in front of me, practically cutting me off from Jason.

"Leave her alone, Jason." Ethan warns sternly, and Jason, for some reason, shoves him, and ethan grabs him by his collar, but the bell goes, and ethan turns us both around and quickly leads us to the pe Hall whilst he angrily mumbles stuff to himself.

"Thank you for that." I say as we sit on the bleachers as we watch everyone run laps of the running track.

"Are you sure it was him that tried to kill you y/n? Because I swear to god if he tried to hurt you, I'll kill him." Ethan sternly says as he takes my crutches from me, placing them at his feet and I nod.

"He'll probably be at the party tonight. Everyone will kill him." I say with a laugh, and he nods before I gasp at his nose, the bruising is extremely worse and I feel very bad.

"Does your nose hurt?" I ask him and he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about my nose y/n, you were the one attacked last night." Ethan argues and I groan.

"I don't want everything to be about the fact I was attacked. Maybe focusing on you is taking my mind off of it, so what are you dressing up as tonight?" I quiz as I scoot my body closer to his, and he smiles as I do so.

"Cardboard Knight." He answers with a silly smile and I nod.

"What about you?" He asks, and I shrug.

"I could find a fancy dress and be a princess, so then we could be a princess and her knight in shining armour." I say with a cheesy grin, and ethan returns it as he wraps an arm around my waist.

[matenrou-fan]

Hii there!! I hope u r having a good day/night!!

Uhmm..can i request for ramuda , gentaro and samatoki jealousy hc??

With a fem!reader and fluff bc i don't feel comfortable with nsfw!!

Ramuda, Gentaro and Samatoki being jealous to their fem! s/o

ahhh cutie!! I hope you also have a good day or night!! <3

femreader, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh, it's actually both hard and easy to make him jealous.

-After all, as a popular fashion designer he has a bunch of girls around him so he does understand that jealousy is kinda foolish.

-But at the same time it can be pretty hard when someone gets too close to you or chats with you for so long, making you all giggly.

-"Ahh..! Only I can make you laugh like that, you know..!" - Ramuda always furrows his brows with pouty lips, acting like he's really mad. - "I'm the one who's painting the sweetest smile on your face..!"

-Especially when you two walk in Shibuya streets. You have a cute little date with him, with your sweet Ramuda, then why do these stupid jerks keep bugging you every time he walks away for a moment?!

-Just like right now: he noticed a girl in the crowd with a pretty good fashion outfit, excuse himself for just a second to ask if she wouldn't mind to be his model.. And after a few minutes as you were waiting for your boyfriend near the vending machine for drinks, two guys got closer.

-"Hey, are you free..?" - one of them asked with a smirk, getting closer than you consider as a comfortable level.

-"You look so cute in this, hehe.." - another man laughs, leaning on the vending machine.

-You always get a little bit confused in such situations.. After Ramuda starts checking your wardrobe and gives you his special limited (a unique copy, just for you~) outfits, more people begin to pay attention to your persona. It was nice, but sometimes it was so awkward..

-"Of course she looks cute..! Cause her dear sweet boyfriend designed this dress just for her..!" - Ramuda appeared out of nowhere, hugging you from the back with his casual cheerful smile. Well, at least you decided that he's smiling, due to his happy childish voice.

-But both men for some reason shrug a little, after looking at the face of your boyfriend, and walk away quickly, as do many other people who try to flirt with you.

-But every time you turn around to see Ramuda, his face is cute and adorable as always, no threatening mad gazes or anything..

-"Uaa! I can't even leave you for a second..!" - he mumbled and hugged your arms, leaning on your shoulder. - "Someone is always trying to talk with you..!"

-"Aren't you doing the same with your onesans..?" - you giggle a little bit, taking his arm in your.

-"It's absolutely different..! They're just models for me to dress up! They're models..!" - Ramuda scoffs and squeezes your hand a little bit. - "I bet these men did not see you as a model, huh!"

-He always was a really clingy type of boyfriend, but after every wave of jealousy he gets even more touchy, hugging and kissing you in front of everyone in this street/ cafe/ etc.

-"Just promise you would be only my little princess, okay..? I don't like to share my precious porcelain doll..♡"

-Due to his short temper, of course he easily gets jealous too..!

-Samatoki's really caring about his closest people, but his overprotectiveness applies only to you and his sister as you two are the most important in the whole world for him.

-So he doesn't really like when you talk with other guys, even if it's just friends. Well, but you still can talk with Jyuto or Rio, as these two never will arouse your boyfriend's suspicions.

-Even opposite - if you said you will go on a little walk with Rio then Samatoki doesn't mind, knowing that his friend will solve all unwanted problems.

-But when you go on a date together, he is always trying to be as close as possible, big hand wrapped around your waist as he leads you inside a nightclub. Despite all these possessions, Samatoki loves to spoil you with restaurants and clubs and show off what a beautiful girlfriend he has. Yes, he's a little braggy, but how can he not? In his eyes you're literally a goddess.

-And he's your guardian, always ready to scare away all the jerks who keep flirting with you. Seriously, Samatoki just gets for a second to the bar to order some cocktails for you two, and there's already some creep trying to ask for your number.

-"You just really gorgeous, baby.." - he can hear a strange man whisper, as he's trying to sit next to you. - "How can such a beautiful girl sitting here all alone?"

-It was neither the first nor the last time you see these creepy kind of men, so you just scoff and look at your boyfriend, who was already quickly walking to your table with red glowing eyes.

-"Well, maybe because she was waiting for her husband?!" - the harsh husky voice of Samatoki makes this moron jump in his place and turn around, just to see the second-in-command of a big Yakuza family looking at him with a threading gaze.

-Needless to say that this man fades away in seconds, leaving Samatoki in his berserk rage and you laugh with tears in your eyes.

-"Really? Husband?" - you giggle when he sits down with you, arms quickly wraps around your body in protective mode, fingers nervously stroking your hand.

-"..Ugh, i just got too carried away.." - he mumbled with a slight pink on his cheeks, voice quickly changed to a soft and gentle one. - "Now come on, sit closer.. I want to kiss you so bad right now, we should let everyone see that you're only mine.. And I'm only yours, of course.. ♡"

-This one.. Oh, it's hard.

-Gentaro can be so jealous sometimes, but you can never tell for sure. Even if someone is actually getting on his nerves by talking too sweetly with you, his face so calm and relaxed as he just tease you a little.

-Only sometimes you can tell that his mood gets worse, only when his little jokes and lies turn into a more mocking tone. It's really slight changes but after a few months in a relationship with him you start to notice these little quiet tantrums of jealousy.

-"Darling, you should know that the moment you accept my feelings, you will fall under the magic rule: no cheating, or you will turn into worm.." - with a disappointed sigh your boyfriend looks at you, acting like you already kissed someone else or maybe even worse.

-Despite him just teasing you about this, in his soul he gets more and more protective. You get used to Gentaro not being that touchy so every time he wants to hug your waist or hold your hand in public (to show that you are taken, of course) he distracts you with his fairy tales.

-And maybe you will never realize just how possessive your mysterious writer can be, before one incident, when you two were having a small date in the library. For a moment Gentaro steps away, talking with one of the workers about his new book that he would probably announce here, in the library, during hours of Literature Club.

-You walk away a little to another shield and suddenly meet one of your male friends. Well, why not have a little talk with him, as you are waiting for your boyfriend?

-But despite Gentaro being busy with a set timetable for this little event, he clearly sees what you just did. He has a phenomenal peripheral vision and sometimes watches you when neither you nor the person he talks to didn't even realize that.

-"You totally should watch it..! I'm sure you would like it.." - cheerful voice of your friend echoing in Gentaro's ears as he slowly gets closer, without any sound.

-"Mm? So your little friend was recommending this new film..?" - Gentaro suddenly interrupts your chit chat and looks with a small cunning smile at the guy who was talking with you. - "How bad.. I hear that anyone who would watch this film gets cursed. After a few weeks they suddenly get deaf and dumb.. And can't enjoy their little talks with friends.."

-Gaze so soft and whole face so chill and playful, but there's some kind of pressure that keeps getting heavier with every second as your friend gets a little bit confused. He just laughs awkwardly and waves you goodbye, still feeling this uneasy feeling in his chest from the mysterious strange look from your boyfriend.

-"Didn't I warn you before?" - Gentaro clicks his tongue and takes your hand in his. - "You're punished and also under the curse now. To get healed you should give me three kisses. And if you try to pull your arm away even for a second, the number increases to ten times. Understand, princess?♡"

[preciadosbass]

7/8/24

woke up at 9/9:30 and stayed outside with boris up until 10:30 when i got dressed and straightened my hair. today i wore my skinless shirt, camo jorts, a necklace i thrifted that matches all the colours on my shirt, a chain, dirty converse, and mostly uncoloured band bracelets [todays were pierce the veil, my chemical romance and sleeping with sirens. i was going to wear my avenged sevenfold one but it has red on it.] and some other stuff like that [studs & spiked cuffs] once i was ready [11] a took a couple of pictures in the mirror as i don’t have anything close to a full body pic of this particular outfit [photos at end].

we [me, my mum and my sister - my dad had left earlier on in the morning around the time i woke up to see his dad] left at 11:15 to go to this farm thing. i took yarn into the car with me so i could make another bracelet using the seat release clip thing at the back of the passenger seat. i didn’t want to make it a copy and paste of the one i made yesterday, so i used black + gray and it made a different pattern from the previous one as there was more of one colour.

i listened to fall out boy in the car and we got to the farm at around 11:50. none of us knew what we were doing because it was our first time so we got assigned a staff member that was a year younger than me, but she looked like 17. it was so embarrassing because she quite clearly thought i was younger than i actually am due to my height and i was being guided and spoken to like a child by someone the same age as me lmaoo — we went round to the stables and she tacked up a horse called loki. he’d already been ridden on and off so he wasn’t really feeling it. my sister went round the riding arena first and i went on afterwards at 12:15.

i haven’t ridden a horse in a while so it was cool but i felt bad for him because he was practically falling asleep while being tacked up and it was clear by the speed of which he was going that he just wanted to relax. anyway, after id done a circuit of the arena that staff girl [i don’t wanna say her name] showed us the other horses and animals. she showed me to one of her favourites, and i can get why that is. they were so soft and gentle. i got distracted and carried on stroking them and everyone else had already walked off so i caught up and saw the alpacas, rats, bunnies and guinea pigs. i love rats. one of them had really round ears and it looked stupid in a cute way.

after that everyone else was having lunch/had finished lunch so we went back to where all the other people were and i had something small to eat because my stomach really hurt and i kept on almost throwing up. i sort of just sat around and observed the people around me, begging for someone to introduce themselves. i did at one point ask someone where they got their septum pierced as i’m getting mine done but i’m yet to find a trusted piercer. they gave me a name of a shop but i’ve already looked at review/results from there and it does not look good. at all. but at this point i am really desperate and i’ve been wearing fake ones for 3+ years now.

they had a dog that just roams around the farm so i went off and sat down next to her while i stroked her back. a girl came and sat down infront of me. coincidentally i was hoping she’d speak to me. she told me she likes my outfit and i complimented her back about her shirt and asked who the people were on the pins on her lanyard. they were people from genshin, and after she spoke about that for a while she wanted to put backround music on her headphone and mentioned loving mcr. obviously this was my chance so i told her i loved them too and about seeing the tribute in a few days. she seemed to think that was pretty cool. then my sister came and sat down with us and found out she likes genshin so i sat there in silence while they spoke for an hour+ about that stuff.

i know it seems petty but i was and still am kinda [very] sad about that because whenever i become friendly with someone they become more friendly with my sister over games. and it’s not even like i don’t like games, i have a few i love. i don’t know, it’s just like because i’m so obsessed with making friends because i genuinely have none which is obvious in my journals and if i meet people they either turn out to be bad people/ignore me for my sister. she was really nice aswell but now i don’t think being friends is going to work out at all because my sisters making me ask her for her genshin user so they’re gunna spend all day everyday playing with eachother and i’ll most likely never see her again. i wish i was overreacting. i really want a friend so bad.

after that hour[+] the main leader person got us into groups and we sung to this girl because it was her birthday. afterwards i got ready to leave and really skittishly asked for the girls whatsapp incase i don’t come again. but when i got in the car my sister was going on about speaking to her and gaming with her and stuff so i couldn’t feel any kind of excitement whatsoever. i seem like i’m making myself sound so hard done by, im not; but i am when it comes to socialising. my sister goes to school and sees people everyday, she has lots of friends. but i don’t have that, so i have to to whatever i can to make friends. but it’s already over. i swear i do try and think positive, i was, up until this quickly resulted how it always does.

we left the premises at 1:45 and drove to my grandads house [got there at 2:10]. he gave me my band photos that he gets printed every month for me and i told him about my day. my dad then arrived there and i had a nap because my grandad always has duvets on the sofa and i was so tired just couldn’t resist. i woke up at one point and a few pigeons game into the room because seed was scattered on the doormat. i don’t know how long i was asleep for but i woke up at like 3:40 and got ready to leave. we left at 4 and i switched to be in dads cars because the windows are blacked out.

i listened to more fall out boy on the way home and when we arrived i fed boris, went outside to cuddle him, and then finally cleaned the shells i got from the beach. i’m planning on getting my dad to drill small holes into them so i can thread them through string, onto a wooden cross and make it into a ‘windcharm.’ once id done i stayed out with boris up until 6-6:10 and eventually went back inside to journal. i finished within half and hour and coloured that picture of pickachu from yesterday.

i finished at 7:25 and then put my bracelets back on and snuck out of the back door in the garden [incase boris followed me and my mum off the driveway] to walk to this girls house [i haven’t seen her since i was in school so 2-3 years ago. i know her originally from primary school so my mum wanted to catch up with her mum and i wanted to see how things would be between me and her because we’ve never texted or met up since i’ve been around 7. we just knew eachother really, we were never really close friends or anything.] we got to her house and she wasn’t in, then me and my mum went to see if this other girl was in [i haven’t spoken or seen her since year 6 and we also weren’t necessarily friends then either] but she was out with her friends.

idk but this triggered me somehow and made me upset because i was like, they’re both with their friends and i’m here tagging along with my mum to see people i haven’t known for 7+ years because i have no friends. again this kinda rubbed it in my face that i have no one so i accidentally snapped at my mum and then i cried for over an hour on the way home/at home because i felt guilty and i just want someone to text and hang out with. when i got home it was almost pitch black outside but i sat kneeled down on the floor crying while speaking to boris.

we walked for over an hour. i’m still disappointed and i know it’s not either for their fault for being out enjoying themselves while i randomly turn up at their house [both of their mums have always said i’m welcome anytime but i don’t have anything in common with either of them so i haven’t really up until tonight] i just couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that i’m a teenager and what i’m meant to do is have friends and communicate with them. but i don’t have anyone in general let alone someone to speak about teen things/do teen things with and i genuinely feel so alone. i like i’m an alien living as a side part in some video game nobody cares about and im just an extra nobody bothers paying any attention to.

i didn’t intend for this to be a vent, but it’s hard to carry on with your life when the entire base of everyone’s existence at every age is having people to speak to/support them/hang out with and i’m just existing. i love boris so much and he’ll always be my bestfriend, even if i do make a friend someday - but i really NEED someone human to speak to and spend time with. but nobody can overpower or replace the way boris’s company positively affects me. i’m just sick and tired of wasting away and having my teenage years stolen from me just because i don’t have any human friends and everyone else around me does and goes on about it constantly.

when i went back inside from being with boris, i watched a couple youtube videos while i tried to calm myself/relax my muscles and things. i watched: about 15 minutes worth of ‘danger days gerard ~ best moments’, backstage chats with kellin quinn, bands on bands - pierce the veil and sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil jenga interview, and pierce the veil bus invaders. i had a 7 minute nap and went up to my parents around 12. i spoke about the concert me and my dad are going to and my dad somehow agreed to me dressing him up as me for the concert?? LIKE I GET TO DRESS HIM SCENEMO THE CONCERT PICS ARE GUNNA BE EPIC HES ACTUALLY GUNNA BE A 61YO EMO SENSATION.

i came down from my parents room at 1:45 or something, it took long[er] because i asked my dad about his day and how my other grandad was as i obviously didn’t get to see him. once i was back downstairs i got into my onesie, did my teeth and said goodnight to boris. he was running around like crazy and drank the water i poured for myself so i put out some water + wet food for him and finished saying goodnight at 2:30. went to sleep at 2:50.

have a good day/night O_o

[lovethatmakingcoffee]

Manhua recommendations part 2! Straight version!

I was planning on becoming her loyal sword, +52 Chapters

Rating: 9/10

The main character in this is so hot! Just a sword wielding hottie who is a bit oblivious to others' advances but she is slowly forming a harem because of how badass she is. She is living her life as a mercenary, protecting her younger sister, but eventually finds out her true heritage! I'm not quite sure where the story is going from here, but I have a feeling that we are just in the middle of it, so more plot will transpire from here on out. But I love her, she's fun and cool and everyone loves her including myself. Also her guy version is.... kind of hot too😳. Mm, the bisexual in me.

Stepmother Marchen, +110 Chapters

Rating: 9/10

This is a dramatic but lovely story with AMAZING art. Lives her life, dies, get sent back in time to fix her past relationships. Every character is lovely and we get to see some interesting issues being discussed like domestic abuse, gambling addiction, and the-CHURCH. But my lady is doing amazing this time around and is just a total babe. Though I wouldn't call her a milf. And the reason it's not a ten out of ten is cause I'm weirded out why she is a mom in the first place. Like nothing happened between them, but why did she marry this old guy and have to raise his four kids when he died? She's like... fifteen 🤨. I haven't read it in a while, and this one's translation gets weird later on, but there are other copies that you can dip your toes into. It's a compelling and cool story, check it out!

Please Marry Me Again, Husband! +59 Chapters

Rating: 8/10

I-LOVE-THIS-STORY! So soft, so fluffy, so wholesome. Cardi is sexy and I want to eat him up. They are so in love with each other, it's bananas. And really it's just a second chance at love and romance, and it's so charming. The protagonist is so much more sure and confident in herself after she died, got sent back in time to make her life better with the man she married. So perfect.

It's Time to Change the Genre, +78 Chapters

Rating: 8/10

This shit is funny! Like the protag isn't the smartest transmigrated character, but she is fun and goofy and we love her for that. This story isn't a super typical transmigration story, cause there is the part that is kind of different than the rest tho I don't want to spoil it. But this is a fun story that makes me laugh. And her nephew is the cutest little butt head. Adorbs!

Please don't come to the Villainess's stationary store, +54 Chapters

Rating: 7/10

https://manhuascan.me/manga/please-dont-come-to-the-villainess-stationery-store

Transmigrated and decides to leave her stupid family and start a new business. Which happens to be a stationary store where she gives candy to little kids at a neighboring school! Very cute! Very fluffy and wholesome! Her ex fiance is a dick, like probably the worst man ever, and her sister is a crazy bitch. So let's take revenge on them for inconveniencing the protagonist! And she is so smart and one step ahead of everyone and is so pretty aghhnjvhblagggh! And she just has a cute team of side characters who are their to support her during her time of need and it's so sweet! Like candy! Ahhh! Plus Plus! Here love interest is sexy~ Check this one out! Tho I should note that the translation here gets wonky later on, so you might need to find a new place to read it after a while.

Here Comes the Silver Spoon! +80 Chapters

Rating: 8/10

This is a good story. It's not exactly how you expect it to go, but it's still very good. We got Adelaide over here, who is the richest, smartest, evilest babe alive and I love her for that. She is just morbidly evil and will sell you to satan for one potato chip. But like, in a hot way. So the story goes like, she is engaged but her sister steals her fiance, so Adelle's gotta find a new better husband in like a week so she won't lose the family fortune. Her sister, Noella is so fucked up (don't know why yet), love that for her. I just.... ahh! She is so fascinating and Adelle is so cool!

This is a transmigration story btw, so it is even more interesting that Adelaide has these preconceived notions of her sister which influence their relationship.

A wicked tale of Cinderella's Stepmom, +96 Chapters

Rating: 9/10

Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY! MILF! WE GOT A MILF OVER HERE! And oh boy, she isn't like dangerous sexy, but she is so mommy it's hot! So person gets sent into cinderella's wicked stepmom's body and just decides "These are my daughters now." And just adopts all of them and loves them. And these girls are just *flings hands around* GIRLS! Like yes, yes! No girls hating girls here. We are just loving cute girls who have sleepovers and stuff. And mommy here is just mother henning them so much, I cry. And her love interest is such a chad. He's in victorian wherever and in his late twenties and sees a widowed forty-something-year-old woman with three older daughters and is like, "I'm your husband and their dad now." Like way to go, my guy. A man of culture I see. A true milfhunter, u have my respect, my liege. Also.... Feminism? In my manhua? It's more likely then you think.

The Tyrant's Only Perfumer, +87.2 Chapters

Rating: 7/10

This one in the beginning is a 6/10 cause the art isn't the best, but it gets obviously polished over time, becoming a 7/10. Like you can just see the evolution of the artist's hand in this one. It's very impressive. But the story is pretty basic. Person dies and gets sent into a villainess's body, but it is endearing to me because they couldn't smell anything in their past life and in this life, they got a great nose and can make perfume! I'm like: I can't smell shit either! Let me live vicariously thru u! And also she starts a business, and I love it when these protagonists wanna make the money! I'm like, hell yeah! Be a successful entrepreneur! But yes, the art gets very pretty later on, the story and romance are pretty basic, but a fun little read. Nothing bad, but nothing astounding either.

There is no use hanging on, +119 Chapters

Rating: 9/10

https://manhuascan.me/manga/theres-no-use-hanging-on

Ok, this is an amazing revenge story. We get dies, but gets a second chance at life by going back in time. You know the gist. And this story might be very predictable, but it's a good predictable where it is executed very well. The art is a bit wonk sometimes but honestly, it's the story that hooks you in. And all the characters are so compelling, I love it! I can't wait for more!

It's not your baby! +48 Chapters

Rating 8/10

https://manhuascan.com/manga/its-not-your-baby

Found this one recently, it's very cute but also a story filled with longing and the aching feeling in your heart of someone else's absence. The babe here fucks her best friend, gets knocked up, decides she wants to keep the baby and not deal with any of the noble or royal drama that comes with it and decides to gtfo. She is a wise military leader who knows how to absolutely disappear off the radar and honestly, that is so cool of her. Feel bad for her love interest because he just wants to be with her and can't find her. It's a perfect story of angsty longing and also a cute lady who can't wait to have her baby. And ahhhhh it's adorable how excited she is. Love it.

But honestly, I totally get why she misunderstands him and his intentions, and also why she wouldn't want the world to know that she is pregnant. I think her reasonings make sense and I find it very intriguing.

Another Typical Fantasy Romance, +79 Chapters

Rating: 10/10

https://manhuascan.com/manga/another-typical-fantasy-romance

AND I SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST!!!! Against what the name suggests, this is clearly not your typical fantasy romance story! It is so much more!!! Firstly, the male love interest isn't your typical willowy bishonen man. No, this is Pell and I want to chomp on his big fat nipples. He is a bear of a man, covered in hair and scars and uuuggh, Littera u are so lucky, girl! He is like- a gentle giant with big insecurities, but can also deck any monster and oof!!! He is just a nice change of pace and I wanna eat him up. Also Littera is just meta-savvy and knows her way around things, and we get to watch their relationship grow from pretty cute to so communicative it's ridiculous! There is no miscommunication here! They talk about their feelings and just make everything perfect between each other. It's so gooey, and cute, and they are so sensible! I love them and can't wait until they have a million little babies! I recommend this one out of all others if not just for Pell alone!

[tonberry-yoda]

Hello! I was wondering if it would be okay to request Jack The Ripper and his future SO meeting for the first time and like, them feeling love at first sight? I think that is so cute to think about 😭🤍 and thank you sm sm, hope you're having an amazing day!

That Color - Jack the Ripper

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notes - PLEASE DUDE AHHHHH OMFG THIS WAS SO WORTH IT TO WRITE!! Thank you so so so so much for the Jack brainrot you have provided me lmaoooo literally I HAVE to make a part 2 for this because it NEEDS one!!!!! Thanks for the request and please please please enjoy <3333

word count - 1,197

You were bored of London. The streets were messy and everyone was the same. You were wanting a new life, but everyone around you was stuck in their old ways. It was getting tiresome for you.

But your biggest problem in these god awful streets was courting. You could never find a man that didn't bore you. You would either get whistles from older men on the street or dates with boys who would tell you about their fathers business that they wanted to take up next. You would sit and nod with a smile on your face, but you would always be praying in your head for the waiter to bring the check already.

Nobody was exciting anymore, they were all just copy and pastes of one another, so simply, you gave up.

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"Good morning!" Your sister knocked on the side of your door loudly and you squinted your eyes tightly shut when she pulled open the curtains, letting the bright morning light in. "Wake up sleepy head! You don't want to be in that gross old bed all day, do you?"

You groaned and turned over, pulling your blanket over your head.

Your sister shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. "I don't want you staying in bed all day. I'm going to be cleaning the house today, so could you at least go on a walk?" She pulled the covers off of you and you gave her a very pouty look.

"Oh, come on, y/n! You know you can't stay there all day. How about you get your favorite dress on and go to the field."

You hesitated, but admitted that it didn't sound half bad. "Fine. But don't you dare try to set me up with another boring boy." You fake gagged at the thought and your sister rolled her eyes.

"y/n, there are many nice boys I meet at the market! Please just let me try to find the right one for you!"

"No way!" You didn't even think there was a right boy for you in this place. "If there's one out there for me, I'll find him on my own."

You threw on your favorite corset and dress and quickly ran out of the house before your sister could pack anymore boyfriend bullshit on your shoulders.

You cursed under your breath when you stepped outside seeing that it was raining. Stupid London.

You scoffed and turned back inside for an umbrella. God, you hated this awful town. You wanted nothing more than to run away to somewhere different and you didn't care where that was.

The walk was drab, as always. People trying to hoot and holler at you from the pub and other women making fun of your appearance. You ignored them though and walked to the only place that made you feel like you belonged.

Through a very eerie forest, there was a field you found. Green and lush and most of all, empty.

You smiled when you reached the field, leaving your umbrella and shoes to dance alone in the rain before falling back in the grass. You didn't mind that your dress was sopping wet, it could wash. Being this free was rare for you, so it didn't really matter.

You smiled at the cloudy sky before sitting up and looking off to the distance. That's when you found something new.

You tilted your head and stood up, walking towards the figure in the middle of the field. You had never seen anyone here before, so you had to admit, you were definitely curious.

As you got closer, you saw a man who was staring up at the clouds, letting the rain soak his face. He held a hat to his chest and was smiling.

"Hello?" You were merely 20ft away from the man, but still jumped a little when he turned to you, shock painting your face a bit.

He was stunning. He was skinny and tall and wore dark colors. He didn't look like anyone in London you had met before. You thought you were dreaming, so you pinched your own hand and were very much not dreaming.

"Oh, my apologies," the man bowed before standing back to his full height and putting his hat back on his head. "I didn't mean to startle you, dear."

"You didn't." You voice sounded like a little mouse. Whoever you were looking at felt... different than the others you had met before.

The man walked forward and stuck his hand out to you. "Jack. My name is Jack. What's yours, love?"

You looked up at the man and shook his hand. He had a monocle over one of his eyes that didn't even show his eye, it was covered with what looked like gears.

"y/n." You couldn't stop staring at this man. He looked like something out of a dream.

"That's a beautiful name." Jack smiled, making your cheeks heat.

Jesus, what's wrong with me, you thought. I'm not supposed to feel this way about a some... some... man?

"Might I ask why you're all the way out here, my dear?" Jack asked you, tilting his head. "It's not safe out here for a girl like you, don't you think."

"I go here all the time. I'm very safe. Safer here than out there." You pointed to London and crossed your arms.

"You're a tough one, aren't you, love?" Jack looked at you like no other man had. He looked at you liked he believed you, like he knew you could take care of yourself.

"I am." You giggled, sitting down in the grass, letting the rain coat you.

"You'll get a cold." Jack whispered, as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you.

"Are you real?" You chuckled, gladly taking the jacket.

"What do you mean?" Jack laughed. Oh, you weren't going to be forgetting that laugh anytime soon.

"You're like... the man from my dreams."

Jack's one eye that showed widened. "I-I don't think I know what you mean."

"We've only known each other for a couple of moments, but.... You have already proven you're something different. You're like the pretty boys from my books." You laughed just at the thought of it.

Jack slowly took off his monocle, revealing a bright red eye that shocked you a bit. His eyes were stunning. This had to be a dream.

Jack gasped quietly. That color, he thought, looking at the bright golden yellow aura that poured off of you. It couldn't be...

After everything Jack had been through, hate, fake love, etc.... you, this random girl who he had met in the middle of the field, had let off the brightest, most beautiful color he had ever seen in his life.

"Will I see you again, my dear?" Jack took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

"I hope so, Jack. I really hope so."

"I'll be back," he whispered, putting his monocle back on. "That, I can promise you."

And just like that, he was gone.

You were already in love and knew you weren't going to fall out for a long time.

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[startanewdream]

#1 - Cottage, for April AU @jilymicrofics. Theme: Childhood friends AU

Petunia is frowning, looking down the street with contempt. Lily doesn’t understand it.

“Do you want to look around?” She asks. 

Petunia shakes her head. “I want to go away! I don’t want to live here!”

Lily throws her a sympathetic look that Petunia ignores; there isn’t anything any of them can do now. Their parents just signed the contract and now the Evans are the owners of a nice cottage in the country.

Lily doesn’t want to say anything, but she is happy with this change. Sure, she will miss their home in London, her school and her friends, but there’s something about this village that looks far more charming; perhaps it’s the old look of the town, one that takes her back to Roman times, or the cottages that seem to have existed there since Shakespeare was a boy, but whatever it is, she could swear that Godric’s Hollow is almost magical—

“There are no other kids here,” Petunia adds, moping. She turns to enter the house. “We will be all alone with old people.”

Lily had always thought her sister fared better with grownups — everyone always commented how proper and well-behaved she was — but she doesn’t answer, Petunia’s concerns reaching her now. There is no school in the village, so they will study in a nearby town—but when they return home, that's it for the day, and Petunia says she is too old to keep company with Lily all the time now…

Perhaps this change wasn’t a good idea after all.

She kicks a stone in the ground, and sits dismayed on the porch in front of her new home. She doesn’t want to be alone—she closes her eyes and imagines all the magic in this small town swirling like a galaxy spiral, wishing that she won’t be alone—

And the universe seemingly answers her, for when Lily opens her eyes, she finds a boy around her age in front of her, looking just as amazed to find her there as she is to see him.

“Hey,” he calls, smiling. “Are you the new neighbours?”

She nods. “We've just moved here.”

“Thank Merlin for that, when Mrs. Bagshot told me a new family was moving, I thought she meant another ancient couple from the time she wrote her book.”

Lily isn’t sure she understands half of what he means. “Ah—my parents are young.”

“Oh, mine aren’t, though Dad says wine tastes better with age.”

“I don’t drink wine.”

“Me neither, it smells funny.” 

She blinks. “And I’m ten.”

“Oh.” He frows for a moment, worried. “I’m nine. When is it your birthday?”

“January.”

“So you’ve just turned ten?” Lily nods. “Oh, my birthday is next month, you’re not that much older then.” He throws her a mischievous smile. “We can be friends!”

“I don’t know if I can be friends with someone so young.”

“Oh, it’s just two months—”

She giggles. “I’m joking! You should have seen your face.” He watches her for a moment before breaking into a laugh.

“Okay, you are fun, new neighbour.”

“I have a name, old neighbour. It’s Lily. Lily Evans.”

He smiles broadly. “I’m James. James Potter,” he says, copying her. “Have you gone to the old playground yet?” She shakes her head. “It’s just at the end of the street, can you go?”

Lily looks down the street; as long as she keeps her house in sight, her parents don’t mind her exploring the place. “Yes.”

“Brilliant!” They walk together; James seems to bounce rather than walk, which amuses her. “I almost never go to the playground. Mum gets too tired and it’s stupid to swing alone.”

Her eyes sparkle. “I love swings.”

“Me too! It’s like—” He smiles to himself now. “Like flying.” James steals a glance at her, then he lowers his voice. “Can I share a secret with you? You cannot tell anyone.” She nods. “I can fly.”

Lily thinks about letting go of the swing at the very height of the arc and, instead of falling, flowing into the air, soaring like a fairy.

“Do you want to hear a secret, James?” She asks, just as secretive as him. “So can I.”

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

MR. AND MRS. BARBER

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

MR. AND MRS. BARBER

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Barber.

Warnings: NONE.

A/N:  I honestly cried while writing this. The song I chose for them was “In your eyes” by Peter Gabriel.

Word count: 1609

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“I think I’m about to throw up.” Annie said as she was getting her make up done.

“Just breathe, darling. You are going to be fine.” Justin, the makeup artist, told her.

“Right, breath.” She took a deep breath and let the air out of her mouth.

“You should probably eat something.” Sharon said.

“Your friend is right. You need to eat before the weeding, I don’t think you want to pass out while walking down the aisle.”

Meanwhile Andy was at the house running around trying to get Jake and himself ready.

“Come on, buddy.”

“No! I don’t like the jacket!”

“Fine! No jacket, but you have to wear the vest and your bowtie.”

“I look stupid.”

“Hey! Language. Thank god, Annie is not here.” Jake ran to his room. “Jake! Please! Do this for me and Annie, it’s just one day, I promise!”

Jake crossed his arms, “I want ice cream.”

“This is not a negotiation!”

“My terms are final.”

“I get you ice cream if you let me dress you.”

Jake thought for a bit before smiling widely “Ok!”

It was 6:30 when Andy left the house along with Jake in the car.

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“Please, can someone tell me if Andy is here?”

Annie was ready in the room of the hotel where the wedding was taking place. Pacing around the room with a knot in her stomach.

“I’ll go and check.” Mark said.

Mark was about to leave when Tom walked in.

“Wow!” He looked at her sister lovingly, “You look so beautiful. You look like a princess.” His eyes watered.

“Please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry and that will ruin my make up.” She hugged his brother.

“Yeah, you’re right!” He let out his breath, “Andy is gonna died when he sees you.”

“So, he is here?”

“Of course! I have never seen him so nervous by the way. Not even when he asked for my permission to marry you.” He winked at Annie. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

“It’s never too late to run away.” Annie slap him on the chest, “OW! I’m kidding!”

“Let’s go then.”

Annie hooked her arm to his brother’s and left the room, followed by Sharon and Mark.

A couple of minutes later they stood in front of the doors of the hall where all the guests were waiting for her to begin the ceremony.

The wedding march began to play behind the doors and then they open. Everyone were standing there looking at her.

“Breath” Tom said in a low voice and caressed her hand, “Focus on Andy.”

And she did. There he was, wearing a blue tux, smiling and with tears in his eyes. She smiled to him and then they walked.

Andy couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing, Annie was like a vision, an angel. He could sword there was light coming out of her as he saw her walking down the aisle, she looked perfect; she looked beautiful as always.

Tom handed his sister’s hand to Andy. “Take care of her, will you?”

“I will.” Andy took Annie’s hand, “Hi.”

“Hi.” She smiled.

“Good evening,” The minister spoke, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Andy and Annie in matrimony. Their time together, they have seen their love and understanding of each other grow and blossom and now they have decided to live out the rest of their lives as one. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” No one said anything. “Marriage is a commitment to life, the best that two people can find and bring out in each other…”

The minister continued as Annie and Andy shared loving looks at each other, not really paying attention to what was happening around them.

“I believe you have written some vows.”

“Yes.” Andy said as he took out a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Annie, I love you with my whole heart. My love for you it’s so great that I can’t express it with words. I promise to be your honest, faithful and loving husband as long as we both live. I will always protect you from harm, to stand with you against your troubles, and to look to you when I need protection.” A few tears were running down his cheeks at this point. He took a breath and continued. “Thank you for being a mother to Jake, for taking care of him, and loving him as if he was your own kid. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to raise Jake with. I love you, and I always will.”

“Annie?”

“Yes,” She turned to take her piece of paper from Mark, “Andy, you helped me when I needed the most. You are my every dream come true, and I can't wait for the reality we get to build together. I choose you and promise to choose you as my husband every day we wake. I will love you in word and deed. I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, grow with you, and craft with you. To be your kin and your partner in all of life's adventures is all I could hope for in the world. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don't yet know, I give you my hand. I give you my love. I give you myself, the good, the bad, and the yet to come. I love you with all my heart, Andy.”

“Andy, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

"I do."  Andy said confident.

“Annie, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" 

"I do." Annie said tearfully.

"Repeat after me, Andy" The minister said the lines and Andy repeat them.

"I, Andy, take you Annie, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." 

Annie then followed through.

"I, Annie, take you Andy, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." 

“Can we have the rings?” Jake walked towards his dad and handed him the ring, while Sharon did the same with Annie.

"I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love." They both said one at the time as they exchanged their rings.

"By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Massachusetts, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Andy, you may kiss the bride."

“Finally!” He said and got closer to her wife and kissed her.

“I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Barber.”

All the guests began clapping as they continued kissing.

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“LET’S WELCOME MR. AND MRS. BARBER!!!!!” The singer of the band said through the mic. Everyone cheered and clapped as they walked into the venue. “COME ON! LET’S HEAR IT FOR THE HAPPY COUPLE!” people kept clapping as they moved to the middle of the dance floor. “And now, please everybody take your sits, as the newlyweds will share their first dance together.” The room became silent, “This was a special request from the husband. Annie, this is for you.”

Andy grabbed Annie’s right hand as she placed the other on his shoulder; and the band began to play.

Annie still didn’t know what song Andy had picked for them. He always kept it a secret.

Love I get so lost sometimes

Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart

When I want to run away I drive off in my car

But whichever way I go

I come back to the place you are.

Annie listened to the song attentively as they swing back and forth.

All my instincts, they return

The grand facade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside

She heard Andy began to sing and turned to see him. He was looking at her, with all the love he had in him. His hand caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes as they hugged each other.

In your eyes

The light, the heat (in your eyes)

I am complete (in your eyes)

I see the doorway (in your eyes)

To a thousand churches (in your eyes)

The resolution (in your eyes)

Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes).

Oh, I see the light and the heat (in your eyes)

Oh, I wanna be that complete

I wanna touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes.

The song soon came to an end, and they kissed like there was no one around them.

“Congratulations Andy and Annie! We wish you a life time of happiness.” The singer said, “Now let’s get this party started. But first, dinner. Everybody enjoy and we will come back later to keep celebrating our couple.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, Andy.”

[ynscrazylife]

Happy Birthday | nat imagine

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Natasha, happy birthday to you!” You and the rest of your friends sang as you carried Natasha’s cake out into the living room, setting it down on the table in front of her. Natasha was wearing a huge grin, sitting next to Clint and wearing her prettiest dress for her birthday celebration.

“Make a wish,” Maria gently reminded.

Natasha looked around at everyone whom she adored: the Avengers, Laura, Fury, Coulson, Maria, Alexei, Melina, and Yelena and finally—you. Her gaze lingered on yours, the candlelight dancing in her eyes.

You nodded eagerly, so Natasha dipped her head down and closed her eyes. When her wish was made, she blew out her candles, catching them all in one fell swoop. Everyone cheered and Clint wrapped his arms around her.

“Are you 1? Are you 2? Are you—” Tony began to chant.

“We don’t have to do that,” Natasha cut him off, chasing laughter to ripple around the room.

You dashed around the table to regain your seat beside the love of her life. She gladly turned towards you and allowed you to smash your lips against hers, capturing her in a strong and passionate kiss. The others cheered you on, although Yelena cried: “Ew!”

You two broke apart giggling. You leaned your forehead against hers, cupping her face in your hand. “It’s your birthday,” you said, almost more excited than Natasha was about the day.

“I know,” she said, grinning, and kissing your forehead before leaning back in her seat. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you against her, and you threw your arm over her stomach, nuzzling your head against her neck.

“Okay, snuggle bugs, can we do presents now?” Wanda asked, teasingly.

Natasha rolled her eyes and nodded whilst you stuck your tongue out at Wanda.

Yelena practically leapt to grab her present, while Steve followed close behind. “Hey! We should do my present first. I’m her best friend,” Clint argued, going to stand up.

“What about me? I’m her partner,” you said, copying his action.

“I’m her sister!” Yelena yelled.

“Blah blah blah. My present is gonna be the best,” Tony chimed in.

Natasha just smiled as she watched the people she love fight over who got to give her their present first. Coulson told her to stop it, but Nat was enjoying the show.

(When it looked like Steve was going to win — he was the strongest, after-all — you jumped on his back. In the end, you got to Natasha first, smugly giving her your present while the rest moped)

“Happy birthday, Nat!” You squealed.

“Happy birthday, Nat,” you said softly, your voice cracking as you gazed at the small cupcake with one candle on it.

You had gotten multiple calls today — from Maria, Tony, Steve, Wanda, Clint, and even Yelena. Tony had suggested you come over to the tower and Clint said he was making dinner at the farm, but you declined, opting to stay in your apartment.

Once upon a time, you had shared it with Natasha. Her things were still there. You had tried once to pack them up — you broke down crying before you got the first box filled. The only light on was from the candle, as you sat on the couch by yourself.

Looking out the window, you said: “I got you a present.” It was perfectly wrapped, sitting on the table next to you. An expensive necklace was inside. It had cost a lot. You weren’t really sure why you had bought it, but it just felt right. You hadn’t ever once not gotten her a present on her birthday. You wouldn’t stop now that she was—

Squeezing your eyes shut, you made a wish, and blew out the candle.

The wish? That someday Natasha might come back to you. It was wishful thinking. Some might call it stupid. But it was grief and honestly, you didn’t care at this point. You just wanted her.

“I’ll always celebrate your birthday,” you vowed, before setting the cupcake down.

Eventually, you fell asleep on the couch, a thin blanket thrown over you and tear stains running down your cheeks.