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rottenimagines · 2 years ago

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Midnight Stalker

Summary: a sad Villanelle sneaks into your bed in the middle of the night.

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)

On any given night, while you are sleeping peacefully in your bed, a strange noise wakes you up. At first, you think it was just your imagination and close your eyes again, until, all of sudden, a hot breath hits the back of your neck and someone wraps their arms around your waist...

You sit up immediately and turn on the nightstand light.

Next, a cry of surprise escapes your lips.

‘‘What are you doing here?!’’

Villanelle is there, lying next to you; looking directly into your eyes with a scowl on her face; as if you were the one bothering her!

‘‘Why are you being so dramatic? You should be glad to see me,’’ she rolls her eyes and sighs. ‘‘I didn't come to kill you, Y/n. At least, not yet.’’

You look her up and down: she's wearing a dark gray two-piece suit. Although it does not seem that she hides any weapons under it, you can never tell with that woman.

‘‘I'll ask again. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?’’

Villanelle rolls her eyes again as she sits up right in front of you. Her face dangerously close to yours. Actually, she seems very tired, almost like she's...sad?

‘‘What? Can't a girl spend a night with her best friend?’’

You sigh and rub your sleepy eyes. Next, you speak in the most assertive way you can manage at this point, trying to keep your composure so as not to make her angry.

‘‘Villanelle, I've told you a million times. We are not friends. We are... nothing. And you can't break into my home in the middle of the night just like that!’’

She looks around the bedroom, as if your little scolding was boring her to death.

Her voice is slightly drier as she speaks again.

‘‘Oh please, Y/n. Don't be such a killjoy. I could have come to kill you instead, wouldn't that be worse?’’

Before she gets you a chance to response, she is already wrapping her arms around your shoulders and makes you lie down again. She snuggles with you, like a baby. You have her blonde hair in your face now. All of this is too surreal to be true.

...

‘‘Villanelle... what are you doing?’’

‘‘I know, so cute, isn't it? This is called cuddling. People do it when they're in love, or at least, when they're close. You know, for besties like us.’’ She teases with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

You spend the next few minutes very still, staring at the ceiling, with her body against yours.

...

‘‘...Villanelle?’’

‘‘Hmm?’’

‘‘You... okay? I mean, you look...’’ you clear your throat, ‘‘well... you look a bit tired.’’

There is an awkward silence.

Villanelle takes a deep breath before speaking again.

‘‘I'm all but fine, actually. Tired, confused, frustrated...’’ She raises her head off your chest to stare at you. Hers gaze remains as dead and distant as always.

‘‘And... I have a really strong urge to kiss you, right now.’’

There it is: Villanelle and her ability to leave people speechless with her ‘out of place’ comments.

You look down at her face as if to say ‘are you serious?’, to which she responds by nodding very slowly with a mocking pity face.

‘‘Oh, I see. And... you see yourself able to control it?’’ This time it is you who teases her.

‘‘Nop. I don’t think so.’’

And, in a flash, you have her on you, kissing you. At first, it is gently but, feeling not resistance from you, she increases the intensity. She holds your head strongly as she pulls you even closer to her.

The feeling of her tongue in your mouth is more than enough to snap you out of your trance; so after a few seconds, you push her away abruptly.

A little flash of annoyance creeps over her face.

‘‘Come on, Y/n, you obviously like it! You must have felt something. Don't lie to yourself. Just admit you want more.’’ She whispers in a seductive tone of voice, bringing her mouth closer to yours.

‘‘Villanelle, no offense, but right now you're just the crazy stalker who just broke into my home in the middle of the night... You understand how weird this all is?’’

She rolls her eyes and pulls back. She definitely is thinking you're being a pain in the ass right now.

‘‘And you’re the boring one who didn't call the police or shoot me, or anything. You just stayed in your bed, shaking in fear and letting me do whatever I want with you.’’

She enjoys watching your startled face at her words, because, worst of all is that she's right...

What the hell were you thinking?

You jump out of your bed instantly and gesture for her to leave.

‘‘Get out of my home. Now’’ You try to speak with confidence, but everything is so ridiculous that you barely sound convincing to yourself.

The smirk on her face goes wider.

‘‘What, so suddenly you find your voice?’’ She mocks.

‘‘I’m serious, Villanelle. You have 10 seconds to get your ass out of my bed or I’ll call the police.’’

Although you start counting out loud, she stays right where she was, looking straight into your eyes with her annoying smug smirk.

‘‘Go ahead, I'm waiting...’’

You glare at her, skeptical. What the hell is she up to now?

‘‘I just want to know if you'll actually do it or not. So...’’ She encourages you with a wave of her hand.

Her eyes gleam with excitement when she sees how you don't move a muscle.

‘‘And I thought I was the weirdo here...’’ She keeps trying to provoke you.

At last, you step up towards the phone, waiting for her to do something to stop you; but she doesn't.

You grab it and start dialing the number, but not before giving Villanelle a last warning look.

She keeps watching you from your bed, impassive. She is trying to see if you actually have the guts to go through with it.

'Your last chance', you whisper to her with the phone already in your ear. But she doesn't move, she doesn't speak. Her eyes tell you all that there is to say: 'go ahead'.

Finally, you end up hanging up the phone with a frustrated grunt. She gets away with it, as usual.

Villanelle's face lights up with wicked excitement as you put the phone back where it was.

‘‘Ha! I knew it! I knew you like me so much!’’

You roll your eyes at her.

‘‘Look, you want to stay? Fine; stay. But you have to promise me that you'll be good.’’

She raises an eyebrow. ‘‘Define ‘good’ ’’

‘‘Don’t kill me in my sleep.’’

Villanelle nods, as if she was really considering all this as something serious.

‘‘I can promise no killing... for now. Deal?’’ She smiles like a happy little girl.

You look her up and down once more.

‘‘First, show me that you don't have any hidden weapons.’’

She gives you a mock offended face as, reluctantly, gets out of your bed and opens her jacket for you; showing no hidden weapons under it.

‘‘... Happy?’’

You ignore her and start frisking her from head to toe, to which she responds with a snort.

‘‘Do I have to ... you know, remove my clothes too?’’ She scoffs, but her mischievous mood quickly fades when sees how you keep frisking her in silent.

‘‘Y/n, believe me; if I wanted you dead, you'd be already dead.’’

You keep ignoring her.

Once you’ve made sure she doesn't have any hidden weapons, you go back to your bed, quietly.

Villanelle stands there for a second, then she takes off her jacket and lays down next to you, just like before, with a small, playful smirk on her face.

‘‘I won't kill you, I swear.’’ She whispers in your ear as wraps your waist, holding you close.

She waits for a moment to see if you’ll continue speaking, then speaks up herself again.

‘‘Isn't this nice? No killing, no guns, no knives... nothing dirty at all. Just us, the bed and nothing else.’’

‘‘Oh yes, quite a fairy tale... Now, sleep!’’

‘‘I’m trying...’’ she rests her head on your chest and closes her eyes. ‘‘Your heartbeat is ... loud.’’

At last, it seems like she starts to nod off.

‘‘It's like a drum...’’

Her voice is soft and sleepy, barely above a whisper now. You're not sure if she's even talking to you specifically anymore.

‘‘...Can you feel my heartbeat too? Hmmm...

My heart's beating just for you...’’

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ihaveathingforwomen · 6 months ago

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Universes Away - PT. 13

WandaNat x OC

a/n: Bad slump again! Not in school anymore so that should help :) Masterlist Warnings: blood, broken bones, knives. Word Count: 2.7k Summary: A ghost ruins the soccer game.

The New Jersey summer air is hot and muggy after a night of warm thunderstorms. The soccer field is wet, causing each of the players to get mud all over their uniforms. The heat and rain don’t stop their families from cheering and the teams from playing their best. Adrian and Natasha are sitting in a couple of lawn chairs in a long line of seats along the sidelines. They enjoy popsicles while watching their boys play. Behind them, Wanda talks with Clint, Laura, and Pietro. She thought it would be awkward to connect with them but it felt like falling back into old habits.

As she spoke with them, she began searching their minds to see how much they know about her situation. Ease washed over her when she came to learn that Natasha had explained what had happened and asked that they ask questions as they arise, but be gentle when doing so. The family had experienced many weird things in the past so while they were able to acknowledge the novelty of this situation, they did not let it bother them. She relished in seeing her brother, mostly. Her memory of him was shrouded in his youth since the last time she’d seen him was almost ten years prior, just before his death. She thought she would never see him again. The sight of him brings a host of emotions to the surface, as now, his hair has started to darken and he cut it only for it to be replaced with facial hair. His smile was still the same and she admired every bit of it while he spoke, noticing the smile lines on his forehead and corners of his eyes. She no longer feels like a ghost is before her.

All of their attention is redirected when Tony and Natasha begin loudly cheering. Adrian stands to cheer with them when they realize that little Morgan Stark had made the game changing goal. Billy, Tommy, and Nathan give her congratulatory high fives and the three of them wave to their family on the sidelines. As the cheering decrescendos, Adrian peers past the teams, across the field, and their heart spikes when they catch a glimpse of a familiar ghost.

Like last night, he stands ominously behind a group of parents with the opposing team. A violent chill slithers down Adrian’s spine, their blood running icy. He’s older now - hair graying and scruffy, his knuckles and face bruised. Comparatively, he dawns an all black suit in crisp condition. He sticks out in the crowd and yet no one seems to notice. A pounding begins in Adrian’s head and they quietly leave their family, going around the sidelines of the field. Wanda notices their departure and turns curiously. She decides not to interfere, but cautiously observes where her spouse is going. She glances at Natasha to see if she reacts to their absence. With no reaction from her wife, Wanda’s concern fades but does not disappear.

The Ghost’s eyes follow Adrian as they make their way towards him. His demeanor is unwavering and demanding of submission. Adrian stands next to him, mimicking his stance - hands clasped in front of their torso and legs shoulder width apart. “I thought I killed you.” Their voice is cold, solid ice.

He scoffs. “That was my brother.” He nods his chin towards Wanda, who is facing him but appears to be watching the game intently. “I need to speak with her.”

Adrian’s brows narrow and they turn toward him placing a hand on his chest to push him away. “The fuck do you mean? You need to leave.”

Indifferent, he turns toward them. “I’ve been in contact with her. We have a mutual understanding about a mission at hand.”

“We’ve been out of Hydra for years now,” their heart rate continues to rise and their breaths hasten as they get more confused. “There is no mission anymore. She wouldn’t be taking orders from you, either.”

“I see she must not have spoken to you.” Adrian’s hands drop to their side as they make deafening eye contact with the Prizrak. “Maximoff prevented the theft of the Darkhold on one condition;” his gaze darkened in theirs and his irises turned a familiar purple. “She convince you to kill Werner for me. The experiments were successful and I no longer need his interference in my plans.”

Adrian looks across the field at their wife and makes eye contact, eyes softening with fear. Fear is an untimely guest. Slowly turning back to Prizrak, “There’s no way. E-even…” their breaths are heaving. “Even with the Darkhold. She’d never agree to that.” The floodgates of their memory are leaking at the seams as they recall some of their final experiences with the other Wanda.

He turns his gaze towards Wanda and practically paralyzes her. A wry smile arises as he looks back to Adrian, raising a finger to tilt their chin towards him. “Oh, she would.” They smack his hand away and he slowly drops it. “She agreed. She knows the cost. If she could not convince you then I will have to force you.”

Visions flashed behind their eyes as their irises matched Prizrak’s purple. Wanda’s eyes caged in a crown of darkness as she sits upon a throne. The throne is carefully stabilized on a mound of body parts. Beside her stands the Ghost, holding Natasha in a chokehold. She’s passed out in his grasp. The boys whimper in front of her, on their knees, as the Ghost places a blade to their mother’s throat. Out of Adrian’s control, their hands reach outward to one of the boys and wrings their neck with a violent snap. The other boy cries out as they reach out and do the same to him, abruptly stopping the tears. Outside of their body, they see themselves, eyes bound behind a cage of darkness like their wife’s, a bloody grin on their face.

White light floods their vision and they’re gasping for air as they’re released from the horror in their mind. “You don’t have to agree,” Prizrak states, “but you know the cost of declining the offer.” They feel their eyes rattle in their skull as they watch him closely. He turns his head towards the game and they follow, as though they are the other side of his mirror. As he raises his hand, a commotion begins on the field. Adrian’s eyes go straight to the center of the field where two players are on the ground, roughly 20 feet apart. Their eyes are still adjusting as they realize Natasha is desperately grasping at one of them. Their gaze shifts to the other player to see Wanda attending them. Wanda looks up and behind her, catching Adrian’s gaze.

Adrian turns to assault Prizrak only to find his disappearance jarring. They quickly look through the crowd, unable to see the tall monster in a suit. Their heartbeat stops for a moment as they spin and make their way to the field. Wanda looks back up to them and makes eye contact, then directs them to Natasha. Adrian, feeling their heart begin to tear, collapses to the ground next to Natasha. Tommy’s screams are heard across other fields. The games across the way stop in their tracks and observe the catastrophe.

The disaster is a sight to see; Natasha is trying to keep Tommy calm, lifting his head onto her lap as he screams in pain. Adrian looks over him, from tear stained cheeks downward, and sees a bone emerging from one of his legs. They start to move their hands over it, not noticing the saliva pooling beneath their tongue and the crazed look in their eyes. “Mom, no!’ He shouts at them before they can touch.

They’re shocked from their state and look up at everyone just standing around. “Has anyone called an ambulance?” Their voice is more stern than angry, but it puts a bit of fear in everyone standing nearby. A few people scuttle away. Adrian looks over their shoulder to see Wanda cradling Billy’s whole body in her arms, stroking the hair away from his eyes. As they scan his body they see no signs of blood or injury, but Wanda has tears in her eyes. Adrian starts to do some searching, but is pulled away when a paramedic shouts as he approaches the scene.

Once the boys are each loaded into an ambulance with their respective parents, Adrian makes their way to the family van and begins barreling towards the hospital. They only told Pietro what hospital to go to as they saw him as they were leaving. Their mind drowns in memories, trying to determine when Wanda would have spoken to Prizrak. If she really was working with the Darkhold in her last months, then it isn’t out of the question for her to have made a deal with this monster. The scars on Adrian’s back began to burn and ache. Memories of the knife gliding across their spine riddled them with numbness and a static buzz in their mind.

Upon arriving at the hospital, they make their way towards intake and begin conversing with the desk attendant. With each question answered, another memory arises. In each memory they can see themselves outside of their body, as though watching from afar. A man in black combat gear pushing a child to the floor with a high pitched yelp. He pins them down by their wrists, the pair struggle until he moves to pin their hands with one of his as his other hand moves down to his trousers and begins moving them downward. Mistake. Power surged behind their hazel eyes, turning them stormy gray. They kicked him in the groin with their boot, pushed their hands upwards to release them. They roll away, gripping the hunting knife he’d dropped and plunging it into his side. He calls out in pain as they twist it and push him onto his back. They rip the blade from him and begin plunging it. Over. And over.

The waiting room is cool and the scent of frustration lingers. Their mind still drowns, but the memories are blurred now. Their foot taps restlessly against the floor, everyone’s thoughts are starting to penetrate the waters. Natasha comes around the corner and immediately spots Adrian, who jumps to greet her in a tight embrace.

“Are the boys okay? Where’s Wanda? What happened?” They erupt, the waters bursting through their mouth as they plead to their spouse. Natasha gently grips their shoulders and forces them to look into her eyes.

“They’re okay, follow me. I’ll tell you before we get to Billy’s room.” She smiled, a fake one, and grabbed their hand. They began making their way towards Billy’s room, Adrian could tell Natasha’s thoughts were racing as quickly as their own. Eventually, they made their way to her side.

As they approached his room, Natasha finally spoke. “We think Billy passed out on the field,” she begins and turns her back to the door. Adrian can see through the window in the door, just behind Natasha. Their impatience is apparent to Natasha as she places her hand to their chest, keeping them from going any further. “When he passed out, Tommy had the ball and stopped. None of the players noticed and they trampled him. He broke his leg, which you saw.”

“Why did Billy pass out? Have they looked at him yet? Where’s Tommy -” they attempt to push past Natasha but she blocks them again.

“Ads, stop, look at me.” She demands before reaching out to their chin and directing them to her gaze. She can see gray clouds wash over their eyes, tears start to form in the corners and Nat’s eyes narrow. “Shh, it’s okay. Tommy is in surgery, he’s going to be okay. They said he’ll make a full recovery but they needed to fix it quickly.” She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself and her spouse. “They’ve looked at Billy and he’s okay too, as far as they know. They can’t tell what happened.” A pregnant pause washed over them as Natasha cupped their face. “Will you try to look…?” They’re still now, eyes shimmering as they glance between Natasha and the window just behind. They nod slowly, “I’ll try,” they whisper. She squeezes their biceps and turns upon release, opening the door, Adrian moves slowly behind her.

“I found them,” Natasha whispers to Wanda who’s sitting on the bed. She looks up at them both and smiles as she brushes Billy’s hair from his closed eyes. Adrian makes their way to Wanda’s side and pulls her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.

When they pull away, they cup her face as she looks up at them. She holds their hands to her face, “Everything is okay, he’s going to be okay.”

They nod, trying to understand. “Can you see anything?”

She glances at their son and shakes her head gently. They look at him as she glances back, “May I?” They ask. She nods and moves away to stand with Natasha, they move towards the head of the bed and lean over their son. Their left hand cups his face and strokes his cheek with their thumb. Their eyes close and begin to wander within his mind, searching for causation. In his mind’s eye, they can see the horror that Prizrak had shown them. Billy sees his brother’s neck snap and runs away, the rest in the scene are still.

Adrian watches him run and makes their way towards him. Running away from the scene, the drop turns white and liminal. They follow him for what feels like forever, time immeasurable in the white surrounding. He eventually runs into the front yard of their home and disappears behind the front door. Adrian finally reaches the door, opening it, and shouting into dead space. They walk into the home cautiously, quiet steps. Upstairs, then peering into the boys’ room. They check a couple of the boys’ typical hiding places before moving to their second favorite room for hide and seek.

At the other end of the hallway is the guest room - rarely used but well kept. They gently push the door open and tilt their head around the edge of the bed. There, in a dark corner, Billy is curled with his knees to his chest and head resting on top of them. “Stink,” they call out, “it’s mom. Are you okay?” They know the answer, but want to give him room to express.

He stays curled up as they approach. They crouch in front of him and extend a hand to his arm. He flinches, his head upright, and scoots back against the wall. Adrian’s eyes soften and they brush a hand against his arm. “Hey, baby, that wasn’t real. I promise,” his eyes are wild and his breaths are quick as he studies his mother’s face. Being within the mind, there’s nowhere for the two to run. They’re left to trust each other as they are.

They draw their hand back and sit down on the floor, resting an arm on their knee. “I saw it too, Billy.” They hold his gaze, “it was really scary. I didn’t like it either.”

“How did you see it?” His voice is timid, but he becomes more comfortable.

They look away, releasing a breath. They turn back to him, their accent coming through in hopes of calming him. They know that he associates it with calmness amongst his parents. “A scary man, that mommy and I used to know, came to your game. He put it in my head. I didn’t know he put it in yours, too.”

“Is he gone?”

They nod, “he’s gone. I promise.” The corner of their lip turns upward, and they stand. With an outstretched hand, they address their son, “come here buddy.”

Still weary, he stands and grabs their hand. Adrian loosens their grip and sits in the rocking chair next to the window, pulling him behind them. They pull him into their lap, his legs draped across one of theirs, a hand on his back and the other on his outer knee. “We can stay here for a bit until you feel better, okay? I won’t leave you.”

He nods quietly and nuzzles into their neck. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too, Billy.” Their hand slides up his back and into his hair, gently scratching.

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enfantlunaire · 1 year ago

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𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 | being married for three years with your husband but falling in love with your coworker Villanelle.

Both of you were sitting on the rug, face to face while music was playing in the background. The incense was burning on your coffee table giving a peaceful atmosphere to the living-room.

« Don't... Villanelle.

— Why? I know you want it too. She whispered as she slowly put her hot palms against the back of your neck, bringing you shivers from head to toe. You were so close together that you could smell Villanelle's perfume; floral and woody, perfect combo. — I know you feel the way I do. I know you feel this attraction too. You can't deny it. She added.

— I... I... It is... you stammered.

— Right, let me help. She cut you off. She placed her hand against your jaw. She pulled you toward her. And kissed you. She kissed you. And you kissed her. And she kissed you. And you kissed her. And she kept kissing you back. All over and over again.

「 english isn’t my mother tongue, do not hesitate to leave a comment if you see some mistakes, thx! 」

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putherup · 5 months ago

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Just been to see the bikeriders OMGGGG GUYSSSS okay okay

Austin just phenomenal no words

Tom hardy was unrelllllllllllll

But the BEST Jodie comer she acc slayed like unreal and the end it shows the real pictures they got the movie SPOT ON

It was 1000/10

#austin butler #tom hardy #the bikeriders #jodie comer #austin butler x reader

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bonniebird · 5 months ago

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Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked: Aemond Targaryen and female Reader please. Alicent marries Aemond to one of Rhaenyras closest allies. Jodie Comer for face claim please.

You stared at the scrap of paper in your brother’s hands. Your breath caught in your throat as your two youngest siblings clung to you still sobbing though their eyes from red and swollen and their tears had dried up a long while ago.

“Well? Does aid come?” You pushed. He stared at the paper a moment longer before slowly closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“It is from Daemon and Rhaenyra. They cannot spare the men to come and rescue us. They suggest that we try to flee and give us permission to use their names to buy our way to Dragonstone.” He said quietly.

“They want us to abandon our home?” You asked sharply, squeezing your arms tighter around your siblings.

“There is more. Because of Rhaenyra’s devotion to our mother. In light of our parents… murder at the hands of Aegon’s men. As long… as long as we do not outright denounce Rhaenyra’s claim. The royal house will pardon us for whatever action we must take to keep ourselves alive.” Your older brother stuttered out. You all remained silent for a moment in your hiding place.

“Maybe we could stay here.” Your youngest sibling said. She was a sweet girl and you smiled at the thought.

“They will find us here eventually. We must wait until we can get away.” You said quickly. Your little brother, three years older than your sister, popped his head up off your shoulder and leaned back so he could look at you while remaining in your clutches.

“Tunnels! We could use the tunnels.” He said and smiled. You glanced at your older brother who frowned.

“The three of you would be able to fit.” He muttered. You shook your head and sighed.

“We will find a way for all of us. Or none of us.” You said adamantly.

“Go through the tunnels. I will go through the back corridors toward the kitchen. There is a tunnel down to the river just outside. I think I can get there and I should be able to get us some supplies.” Your brother said eagerly. With a reluctant sigh, realising there was nothing else any of you could do but surrender.

“We should go at dawn. We will be able to get to the shore before sunrise and find a boat. The fishermen for the town nearby will be leaving then.” You whispered and leaned forward despite no one being able to hear you all in your hiding place. Your brother agreed and the plan was made. Through a small crack in the wall, your brother was able to keep watch until it was the perfect time. With your siblings' clothes checked that they were fastened and wouldn’t hinder them if they fled, the three of you bolted. Your younger brother yanked your hand, leading the way to the tunnel entrance. Your hands were sweaty and you could feel your heart pounding as you pushed against the statue that blocked the passage. The three of you slipped inside and worked together to try and pull the statue back into its original position.

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Aemond stopped as the men dragged the boy through the kitchen and out to the front courtyard of the keep. “Make him talk. There are three more. We cannot let them reach Dragonstone.” He shouted. Turning down the corridor he looked into the dimness that the morning light created. The torches were extinguished and there was an odd breeze. Slowly making his way down the corridor he held out a hand, letting the cool air graze over his hand until he stopped. There was a large statue that ran from floor to ceiling but under his foot there was a small lip. Crouching down he could see that the statute had been moved and when he dug his fingers into the side of the hard stone he found a gap.

“Here!” He shouted and a dozen men hurried to his side. They pulled on the statue and it slid aside. “Follow the path. Take whoever you find back to King's Landing” He commanded. Aemond went out to the front courtyard and winced. He had hoped the older of Rhaenyra’s allies' children would surrender. He lay on the stone floor of the courtyard staining his own rightful home with his blood.

“He had a letter. From the traitors.” One of the men said and handed a strip of paper to Aemond. It didn’t matter how they got the messages to and from Dragonstone anymore. It was clear that the family had been ferrying messages back and forth past Aegon's army.

“Well. Thankfully he is dealt with. We should go back to King’s Landing. We have what we need.” Aemond ordered. He left the keep and headed to a large clearing nearby. Vhagar was basking in the sunlight and lazily yawned at him as he approached. She allowed him to climb into the saddle but it took several attempts for him to rouse her and encourage her to move. It took so long that the army he was leading was beginning to march back. He flew on ahead and guided Vhagar towards where Cole had told him he would be before Aemond had left. It was a short flight with Vhagar gliding lazily through the cool air. He spent the afternoon at the camp Cole had made outside of the city and talked with him until late in the evening. A servant was sent in a carriage to say that his hostages from Rhaenyra’s allies keep had arrived.

“Aemond.” Alicent called as soon as he entered. With a sigh, he looked up to the ceiling and muttered to himself before turning to see her hurrying down the stairs.

“You have not only killed them but their son too?” Alicent snapped. She glared at Aemond who shrugged.

“I gave them options. Tell my men what they wanted to know or…” Aemond trailed off and smiled at his mother who looked disgusted for a moment and shook her head.

“There will be no way to get that house to join ours. Their army has already left to join the blacks and you have left their keep unattended. For anyone to take for their own.” Alicent scolded. He looked at her carefully before raising an eyebrow.

“Mother. Perhaps your anger comes from your friend's betrayal. She was a friend you shared with the traitor in your youth. Was she not?” Aemond left his mother seething in the hall and went towards the council chambers where he knew Aegon would be waiting.

He heard her storming after him but made no effort to stop. He was wrenched to a standstill with his mother almost colliding with him when he opened the door to the council chambers. A girl was fiercely shouting at Aegon. Helena had her hands clenched over her ears as she pleaded with Aegon to simply send the girl, and the two smaller children that huddled behind her, to a room to rest as they’d clearly had a dreadful day. Otto sat with his head in his hands as Aegon bickered back with the girl who jabbed a finger in the air rather accusatorily.

“(Y/N).” Alicent said. Her voice was soft, quiet, patronising. The way you might plead with an animal who had gotten itself foolishly stuck. Aemond bit back his judgement and watched as his mother approached the feral beasts. When Alicent reached out a hand to comfort the girl she slapped it away hard enough to make a crack that echoed around the room.

“Traitor! Liar!” She snapped at Alicent who shrank back. There was only fury on the girl's face. Nothing Alicent said or did changed that.

“Perhaps you should think of your brother here. He is the lord of your family now. You are only in a position to do whatever you need to survive.” Otto spoke up when Alicent finally surrendered and gave up on coaxing the girl around.

“He is not… My brother is.” She sputtered out.

“Your brother is dead. As is our mother and father. The rightful king and his hand offer you a chance to redeem yourselves. After your parents gave their support to the would-be usurper.” Aemond spat out. The girl clung to the children who began to wail again.

“He is not king.” She muttered. Helena let out a quiet plea and pulled on Aegon’s arm when he started to get to his feet but Alicent moved forward. Motivated to defend the honour of her son or her younger self it was impossible to tell.

“Enough. You have been told lies. We are not the villains. We will raise your brother and keep his house in order until he is old enough. Because your mother and I were once dear friends before Rhaenyra turned her against me. You. You will wed Aemond. Your army will return to your keep and your father’s bannermen will swear fealty to Aegon.” Alicent commanded and then waved her hand dismissively at Cole who roughly grasped the girl's arm while she was still frozen with shock.

Screeching and shouting filled the halls as Cole dragged you through them and no amount of fight stopped him from roughly shoving you into a room. Turning to charge at him he pushed your sister into the room and you had to stop short to avoid crashing into her. Your attempt to avoid her gave Cole just enough time to slam the door and lock it.

“Let us out!” You shouted as you pounded on the door. Your youngest sister huddled by the window across the room. She had cried herself out and was hiccuping quietly to herself. Your brother had been pulled away under the guise of giving the young lord his own rooms someone had informed you through the door.

“We could send another letter to Rhaenyra… or Baela. She likes us.” Your sister said quietly. You smiled and hurried to sit down beside her.

“Yes. She does like us. That is why we are alive. We know them. They may as well be our own family. You cannot tell anyone here any secrets or anything we know about them. Rhaenyra will want revenge for our mother and father. Jace and Baela will want revenge for our brother. We must work together to help them.” You said in a whisper. Your sister smiled, too young to know the danger of your suggestion but feeling rather grown up at being allowed to take part.

“Like the Valeryon lady in the story Rhaena tells? The one with the coloured flags?” She asked and you nodded recalling the story Rhaena and Luke liked to tell the younger two. One about a Valeryon woman who took to the sea and would communicate with a code made up of several coloured flags flying at different heights.

“Yes! Exactly so. We will find a way to get messages to her. That way if we cannot escape before I am made to wed Aemond, we can steal their secrets and get them to Dragonstone.” You grinned at your sister who smiled wearily and shuffled towards you. She climbed into your lap as you leaned against the wall next to the window and asked you to tell her the flag story as she fell asleep in your arms.

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superstarcherrycolagirl · 5 months ago

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we’ll be alright

“fine line” by harry styles

benny cross x fem!reader / 1.2k words

idea: you get hurt, but benny is an absolute wreck

tw: assault, fighting, gore, angst, crying, happy ending

notes: ya’ll when i tell you my thumbs, hands, and arms are burning cause i’ve been COOKING!! i was craving some angst (i love to suffer) so way not make this beautiful man suffer!! that final seen on the door steps had me weeping so i needed to write something similar to that SO HERE IT IS :))) (p.s i kinda need some kathy ideas)

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the baby blue ice pack created a weird sensation against your left eye and the side of your face. numb was what it was, but you couldn’t really think straight at that point.

sitting on the edge of the bed with kathy beside you, rubbing her hand up and down your back, it almost lulled you to sleep. but the medicine you took and the exhaustion you felt might have also played a part in your sleepiness.

that fight was never meant to happen. those young kids should’ve never been let into the bar. johnny kicked himself for not literally kicking them out the moment they walked in. the kid with the buzzed head should’ve never gotten so close to benny with you behind him, and benny should’ve known you were behind him and not with your girlfriends before he dodged his swing, so you’d never be served that harsh punch to your sweet face.

in the split moment the whole bar went quiet, your faint slow breaths filled the air. you were in shock, touching your face to see blood on your hand. that kid stacked his punching rings on that night. when you looked up from your hands to the kid in front of you, your eyes watered and threatened to spill, that’s when chaos broke loose. but thank god you can’t remember any of that right now. you cried so hard on kathy’s shoulder the entire ride home, thanks to danny for driving you back in his car, that you think you can’t cry anymore.

you jerked awake due to the loud knocking at your apartment door, kathy settling you down first before standing up “i’m gonna go grab that sweetheart and i’ll be right back. stay right here for me babe” she left your bedroom calmly, hearing her boot cladded footsteps taking a left turn and and marching down the hallway

you heard muffled voices through the walls, then moments later you heard a second pair of footsteps stomping down to your door. or was it 3 pairs?

“got some energy left in you babe? you got some company” you looked up at kathy, but you couldn't see the people with her. so you took the ice pack off your face, a vivid mix of purples, red, and blues plastering the left half of your face, and looked up. benny had finally come home and johnny was stopping by!

“who is it kat- oh my gosh! you guys are alive!” it’s like a flip switched in your brain as you got up from the bed and stumbled a bit to get to them. “lord i can’t imagine what it was like in there! are you guys alri-” that’s when benny grabbed onto you and pulled you into his chest. tight. “hi honey! i’m so happy you’re here! did everything clear up? are you okay?” you asked sweetly. you were quite lethargic in your state, so you couldn’t pick up on how thick the air was due to how worried everyone was about you. not until you listened to benny’s breath stutter and tiny whimpers leaving his mouth.

he’s crying.

you tried to pull away from him to look up at him, but he wouldn’t let you go. he wasn’t gonna let you go, not after tonight’s events. you didn’t know what to do, why was he crying? you could only hold him, rubbing your right hand in circles on his back. sooner or later, your left arm extended and reached out abruptly. kathy was confused at first, but was quickly diminished when realizing that this was your way of saying hello to johnny. johnny softly held your hand, afraid that you were aching all over, as he was caressing your hand with his thumb. “hello to you too sweetheart” he said in his deep voice.

you don’t know what was said as you were squashed into benny’s chest, but kathy and johnny left the room quietly, johnny muttering to benny that they were going for a “chat and smoke” and they’d be outside in the living room.

after the door closed, benny pulled back from you. you could finally see his face, but your heart sank down to your stomach so fast. benny’s face was rosy and puffy, while his eyes and cheeks were wet from crying. you brought your hand up to his right cheek, a small cut touching the bottom of your thumb. “..oh honey” you said sadly. you expected him to say that he was okay, or telling you he was going out with johnny, or god forbid say that he was gonna leave. what you didn’t expect was your words to unleash the floodgates of benny’s emotions.

benny started to cry hard, his breaths becoming frantic as tears continued to fall down his face. his hands were shaking, bruises and cuts all over his body, clothes torn, and blood all over. god you hope it wasn’t his own.

benny moved his hands to hold both sides of your neck, worried he would hurt you even more by touching your face. then he started to speak, but his voice watery and shaky, like a little boy “m’so..so s-orry baby, m’so sorry, m.. so sorry,” his stutters and hiccups were hysterical, you’re worried he’ll pass out from not breathing enough. “m’coward. a fucking coward. i should’ve known you were behind m-me… i failed to keep you sa-afe, you got hurt because of me.. and m’so sorry.. pl-ease don’t leave me.. please don’t-” those were the words that woke you up. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. leave him? and you refused to hear more of it.

you walked backwards to sit on the bed, benny hands slid to hold your lower back before sliding even lower to hold the thick of your thighs. to ground himself. you held his face to make him look at you. to see you.

“honey.. none of this was your fault” his sniffles and gasps were making it harder for you to speak. “i don’t blame you or anyone else for what happened, but especially not you. i’m alright” your right hand moved up to his frazzled hair, brushing the strands of hair away from his face. you prayed it would help him calm down. “and m’gonna be alright, look,” you grabbed his tattered hands from your hips and placed one on your heart, and the other on your swollen cheek. you can see his shoulders fall slowly as he focuses on your heartbeat. “my heart is still pulsing, my chest is still rising and falling, and my soul is still beaming” you scooched closer to him, your left leg placed on top of his right.

“look at me honey,” your syrupy voice rang in his ears as he looked into your eyes again. his eyelashes were dewy from how much he cried that you almost lost all the words in your mouth, but you told him one more thing. “i will never leave you. no matter how crazy our lives get, or how crazy things change, i will never run. i will never let you go. this isn’t where we end” benny inhales and exhales deeply before responding to your words of reassurance, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “i’ll never leave you b-aby..i’m never gonna go, never. i promise baby i-i promise” “c’mere” with that you brought your boy over to you, his head fitting into the crook of your neck.

you let him cry, but also let yourself get teary eyed. “you and me sweet boy. s’gonna be okay” you were stroking the hair on the back of his head as his arms held you closer than ever. you in your pink pajamas and him in his colors. that is what’s meant to be. and always will be.

“we’ll be alright”

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fandomnerd9602 · 11 months ago

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Reed meets Y/N in another universe…

Reeds: so you’re Dr Doom? A good guy?

Y/N: only doom for the villains. I may not have Sue’s powers but I still gotta fight the good fight, eh?

Reeds: and Sue?

Y/N: my amazing wife and mother to my two beautiful kids

Sue walks in and hugs Y/N…

Reed: how did you two balance it?

Sue: Y/N’s my world

Y/N: and she’s mine. We make quite the team. Lean on her, Reed.

Sue: lean on your Sue. Don’t lock her out

Reed: thank you

For @konstantin609

A/N: Jodie Comer is my fan cast fav for Sue Storm

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nerdy-novelist017 · 5 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/nerdy-novelist017/754460919348740096/benny-cross-is-the-definition-of-scary-boyfriend

Ok yes but also I wanted him to protect Kathy so bad and it just. Never happened 💔💔

We can fix it with fanfiction ;) Enjoy another one shot to pair with my Benny x Bunny series! Again this isn't the next part, just a little idea I had!

Word Count-2.2k+

Summary- Head wounds look a lot worse than they actually are, at least that's what you were trying to tell Benny, but he was so worried, you doubt he's hearing you.

Warnings- Blood, Violence

Broken Glass (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)

The bar was crowded. You’d never seen so many Vandals gathered in one place in a long time. With an abundance of fresh faces wearing the colors, it was almost like a completely new club.

Your knee bounced as anxiety manifested itself into your body. You weren’t so nervous of the familiar faces that sat around your table. Johnny, Brucie, Gail, Kathy, Wahoo, Corky — those people no longer made you nervous. They were family now. It was all the onslaught of new Vandals that cursed, shouted and drank across the room.

A warm hand encased your knee, pressing down, firmly locking your foot to the ground. You smiled as Benny leaned into you, his lips softly touching your neck in a gentle kiss. His way of calming your nerves. And it worked every time.

“Alright, I’m gonna break the bad news to ‘em,” Johnny announced as he stood from his chair. The bad news was that some new members of the Vandals had been running up the tab at the bar and not paying for it. An entire week had gone by without them paying for any of their drinks — and they drank a lot.

Brucie stood next to him, cranking his neck to the side with a pop. “This oughta go over well.”

“It doesn’t have to be a fight,” Johnny muttered with a sigh. Despite running one of the most revered motorcycle clubs in the midwest, Johnny was surprisingly non confrontational at times. He knew what needed to be done, he just didn’t like having to do it. “Not everything has to be a fight. It’s just going to be a conversation.”

“Good luck!” you smiled, giving him a thumbs-up.

“Thanks, kid,” Johnny answered with his usual reserved patience for you and the two left, weaving their way through the crowded room. Benny started to stand too, but you grabbed onto his arm, tugging firmly at his jacket sleeve.

“It’s not gonna be a fight, Benny. Please don’t make it a fight.” You pleaded quietly, giving him your best doe-eyed look that you knew could get you almost anything you wanted.

“I ain’t gonna make it a fight,” Benny argued but reluctantly sat back down next to you. “I can be civil.”

History begged to differ, you wanted to say but instead lifted your cold bottle of pop to your lips in an excuse not to answer. You laced your fingers with his as you brought his arm back around your shoulder, anchoring him to you.

Minutes ticked by and you fell back into a conversation with Kathy and Gail while Benny’s attention remained focused on Johnny and the conversation across the crowded bar. Voices rose in shouting and suddenly Johnny was shoved back by one of the new Vandals members. Then fists started flying.

“Shit,” Benny cursed and, quick as light, slid out from your booth and rushed across the bar to join the fight. You called after him hopelessly, your pleas falling on deaf ears.

“You think these guys will ever think with their brains and not their dicks all the time?” Kathy asked sarcastically as she casually sipped at her beer.

The fight grew larger as more members of the club joined in, and you lost sight of Benny in the tumble. You bit your lip, eyes surveying the crowd anxiously. You hated to see him fight, having cried the first time you witnessed it. It was unfair that he put himself into danger like that, without a care in the world if he got seriously hurt. But that was a part of loving Benny; He was always ready to fight with the drop of a hat.

“Oh no,” you gasped softly as you saw a man twice his size suddenly appear through the crowd, slamming Benny to the ground.

Standing quickly, you barely heard the warnings of Kathy and Gail for you to stay out of it over the pounding of your heart. You pushed your way through the crowd, desperate to get to Benny, to help him. Bodies knocked into you, sending your hip clashing hard against the pool table, but you continued on, stumbling as you went.

Finally you caught sight of him again, this time on top of the other Vandal member, beating down on him mercilessly.

“Benny!” You called out for him, but your voice was lost in the ocean of noise. Your fingertips just barely grazed his shoulder before you were knocked back.

Suddenly something connected with the side of your head, a sickening crashing sound, and you were knocked off your feet. White hot pain shot through your elbow as it was the first to hit the floor below you. You landed hard on your side, the wind knocked from your lungs prevented you from crying out. The side of your head erupted in hot pain from the impact and it took you a couple of seconds to even register that you were on the cold ground now.

Your ears immediately rang as if you were standing right below a church bell during Sunday service, drowning out all other noise. But the rest of the bar seemed to freeze in shock when they saw you go down, all stunned to see their youngest member’s girl caught on the losing side of a fight.

You blinked hard, vision filling with stars, but you were able to make out the broken glass littering the floor around you. It took you longer than necessary to understand that you had been hit on the side of your head with a beer bottle. Attempting to look up to see the person who hit you, a cry left your throat at the pain of moving your head

Then that’s when all hell broke loose for the second time in a ten minute span. Johnny appeared in your line of vision, throwing a nasty right hook against the blurry figure of the man who hit you. He went down and a crowd gathered around him, legs kicking and fists flying.

You blinked hard again, feeling something warm running down into your right eye as Benny’s face suddenly materialized before you.

“B—Benny?” Your voice sounded so small and you hated the way you couldn’t tell if he was real or just an illusion of the person you wanted most when you were scared.

“Oh my god.” His voice sounded strained and you wanted to ask him if he was okay, if he was hurt, but your body felt oddly disconnected from your mind.

He moved closer to you, the glass shards crunching beneath his boots, and he slid one hand behind your back and the other under your knees. Then suddenly you were being lifted in the air, carried away from the chaos of the bar. Benny used his boot to kick open the back door and a rush of cool breeze greeted you first as he relocated you to Kathy’s pickup truck in the back parking lot. Pausing at the rear of the truck, he used the hand under your knees to lower the tailgate. He placed you into a sitting position on the bed of the truck, stepping between your legs, his face is right back in front of yours again.

The afternoon sun hanging low in the west gave you enough light to inspect his face for any injuries. There’s a split forming on his bottom lip. You reached forward and touched the injury with a fingertip, trying to gauge the severity. He would need to put ice on it before the swelling started. Although you can’t find any other noticeable signs of injury, his face was so contorted in torment, in. . . something else you had never seen before. Not quite anger, you’ve seen that plenty of times (never directed at you).

You tried to catch his eye, but he was so focused on the spot above your brow where your hairline met your forehead. He retrieved a bandana from his jeans and moved forward. Instinctively, you leaned away, your own hand reaching up to touch the spot that drummed with pain. Warm, sticky substance covered that place and you pulled your hand back to discover deep crimson dripping from your fingers.

“You’re bleedin’ real bad,” Benny said and only then did you realize that was your blood on your fingers. He tried again and this time you didn’t pull away as he gently pressed the bandana to your flesh. You gasped at the contact, squeezing your eyes shut from the sting.

“I know, baby.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “But you’re bleedin’ real bad.”

You knew that, you wanted to say. You could see it on your fingers, that awful deep red glistening in the sunlight. Your fingers blurred slightly and you blinked a few times to try to clear your vision. But it wasn’t your vision, you realized, it was your hands shaking. Suddenly aware of the sensation, you noticed your whole body was trembling.

Another voice sounded beside you.

“Oh my god. Is she okay?” It was Kathy, you knew without even looking up.

“I need some water.” Benny said. “Please.”

That's when you realized it was fear in his voice. You’d never heard Benny sound so desperate, so scared. You wanted to grab his hand and tell him that you were okay, that you just needed a moment for the ringing in your ears to stop and then you’d be alright. Really, it was him that you were more worried about than anything else. You looked back up at his face, eyes falling on his split lip once more.

“I–I’m okay, Benny,” you whispered, reaching for the bandana.

His free hand locked around your wrist, pulling it away from your head, stopping you from removing the bandana. “Don’t touch it, honey.”

The pain was subsiding, you wanted to say, even if it wasn’t really. You just wanted to calm him down. He let your wrist slide through his grasp and you reached out to gently touch his lip. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” he repeated incredulously, brows knitted together. “Bunny, you’re bleeding like you just took on an army and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

“Head injuries bleed a lot more . . . They’re heavy bleeders because of the blood flow to your brain.” You attempted to ease his worry with your fun fact.

He looked unconvinced, pulling back the bandana to peek. “Yeah, where’d you hear that? One of your books?”

“Yeah,” you smiled sheepishly at him and Benny’s heart squeezed at the sight. You were so. . . small. So fragile looking sitting here with his bandana pressing against your pretty little head, legs hanging off the tailgate. Benny had to remind himself to take a breath, to focus on controlling his shaking hands. Had to tell himself to be strong for you. You needed him now. He'd be there for you.

Kathy returned with a bottle of water and Benny moved to the side a little, still firmly pressing his hand against your head. “For her hands,” he said.

She uncapped the bottle and gently pulled your hands out over the edge as she poured a stream of the cool water to rinse the crimson from your skin. You glanced down and made a sound. “Aww, no. My shirt. . .”

Benny followed your gaze to the once baby pink shirt now stained with booze and fresh anger coursed through his veins, setting his head swirling with images of strangling the man who touched his girl. You were one of the few good thing - pure thing - left in his world and the fact that someone dared to touch you, to hurt you, set Benny's jaw so tightly that he thought his teeth might crack.

With the creak from the backdoor opening, Johnny and Brucie came out, rounding the truck.

“How’s she?” Johnny asked and Benny glanced at his friend. Whatever expression Benny must have shot him caused Johnny to grimace. He moved closer to the two, putting a comforting hand on Benny’s shoulder. “Lemme see.”

Reluctantly, Benny lowered the bandana and Johnny hummed.

“Alright, ain’t that bad,” Johnny assured calmly and nodded at you as he spoke. “Ain’t that bad. The head bleeds a lot, always looks worse than it is.”

“See? I told you.” You quipped, fingers finding the beltloops of his jeans and pulling him lightly. Benny sighed through his nose.

“She’s gonna need stitches,” Brucie spoke from behind.

“Can you take her to the hospital?” Benny asked Kathy who nodded instantly as she stepped forward and replaced his hands as he moved back.

“Woah woah, what do you think you’re doin’ in the meantime?” Johnny questioned, already knowing what Benny planned to do.

“I’m gonna go kill him,” Benny declared as if it were obvious.

“No, Benny–” you started but Benny had already pulled away from you, making his way back to the door. He already planted the seed in his mind. He wouldn’t let anyone do anything to you and still have the ability to walk above the ground. This guy needed to be six feet under already. It was Johnny’s hand who grabbed his upper arm, Johnny who stopped him in his tracks.

“No, Benny,” he said quietly, leaning into Benny’s space. “You ain’t goin’ back in there.”

“He–” Benny started, unable to get the image of you laying on the floor of the bar out of his head. He wanted to kill him. He wanted him to hurt. He didn’t care if he’d be arrested for it. He’d been arrested for a lot less before.

“No,” Johnny’s voice cut him off. “You go take care of Bunny now. We’ll take care of this piece of shit. Hey, you hear me? We’ll take care of it.”

Benny held Johnny’s intense gaze as he considered his next move. He wanted to be the one to take care of it, but the severity in Johnny’s voice, the rigid way his shoulders fell up and down with his breath, the carefully selected words– Benny knew that this man who hurt you would never be a problem again. Johnny wouldn’t let him be because you were an integral part of the Vandals. And they protected their own.

“Okay,” Benny relented, taking a step back, eyes flickering to your small form still sitting on the tailgate. When he looked back at Johnny, the glint of his brass knuckles caught his eye as he pulled them from his pocket, sliding it snuggly over his fingers.

“Go take Bunny to the hospital. We’ll meet you there when we’re finished.”

"Okay," Benny repeated and he believed him.

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musouie · 18 days ago

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LETTA. hello my love

for your wip/ask game i want to know more about 'grey matter' if you would be so kind as to share...>:3

I WOULD LOVE TO ACTUALLY !! thank you for asking, lina ;33

‘grey matter’ is a wip that i’ve had since …. february (ᵕ—ᴗ—), and it’s a levi ackerman x f!reader fic ! i took inspiration for it from the series ‘killing eve’ jjkhj bc i love it and i love the two mc’s dynamic sooo much

(if you haven’t seen it -> “The series follows Eve Polastri (Sandra Oh), a British intelligence investigator tasked with capturing psychopathic assassin Villanelle (Jodie Comer). As the chase progresses, the two develop a mutual obsession.”

and i’ve decided to make levi the detective and reader the assassin !)

… have i already said how much i love it ??! i have a few thousand words down for it, but i haven’t touched it since may unfortunately, but i’m trying to pick it back up again !!

aaaand, i’ll share this …i named it grey matter because of the brain tissue, and also bc of levi’s eye colour. mhmmm i felt so witty coming up with it 😋

a few ‘grey matter’ morsels:

BUT DEAR LINA, thank you sm for indulging me hehe … will be visiting your inbox very soon

#message in a bottle ༄ ࣪ ˖#from: lina .ᐟ

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scouser-villanelle · 2 years ago

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hitchell-mope · 1 year ago

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Answering a new oc ask for Findlay.

BASIC:

What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon? Her sharper edges would definitely be shaved off a bit. For example. She probably wouldn’t be as curt and cruel to other women as she is in my head

What plot points would change due to the inclusion of your character in canon? Due to how tv tends to portray characters like Findlay Sullivan. She’d probably be much nicer to women

What role would your character play in the story? Are they a major player, or a one scene wonder? She’s the main character.

If there are multiple adaptions/If they are part of a multi-part franchise, which ones would your character appear in? N//A

Besides your face/voiceclaim, who do you think would be cast as your character? Probably someone more known for tv like Jodie Comer or someone like that

If your character had a breakout show/film/comic, what would the plot be? Who would be in their supporting cast? N//A

What headcanons/theories do you believe fandom would invent about your character? The [tumblr] special probably. Lots of fanfiction about her leaving her “abusive/comphet” marriage to be with Arlene Jenkins. They’d also probably excuse some of her nastier actions because of [tumblr] feminism or ballon her flaws because of fandom misogyny

FANDOM:

What do you think the fandom for your character would be like? Are they a fan favorite, a love to hate villain, derided for whatever reason, or something else? Some would love her. Some would spit acid whenever she’s so much as mentioned. It really depends on wether or not said fan lionises her or hates her

What feelings does your character most often instill in their fans? Affection? A desire to protect? Open lust? A love/hate dynamic? Why do you think their fans feel this way? Again. Some would spit acid whenever she’s so much as mentioned. It really depends on wether or not said fan lionises her or hates her. As for open lust. That is definitely on the table. She’s a decent looking, badass middle aged woman by season 18. You do the math.

By contrast, what would their haters dislike about your character? Is it a petty complaint? A mischaracterization of the character or their intentions? Are they just a woman in a largely male-centric series? Well. The hypothetical series is female led but male focused. So some would criticise her for being too nice to the men. She’s very feminine for a female lead in the genre she’s in so some would underestimate her. Some would hate her attitude towards women she’s not related to. Oh. And her the fancast for her husband is Zac Efron. So you’d also have his fans gunning for her head.

What controversies/drama would your character incite in fandom? She’s a happily married heterosexual cisgender woman with three sons who she adores and never wished for any daughter’s. That’s more than enough to incite fandom drama on this site. Oh. And she’s a criminal profiler for the NYPD who’s also literally richer than God himself. So there’s that.

What fan-material would exist for your character in fandom? Fanfiction. Fan videos. Analytical YouTube essays. Pages on pages of think pieces about wether she’s a Good Female Character or not. You know the drill.

Is your character the subject of ‘imagines’ or ‘x reader’ style blogs? Unfortunately. Most likely yes.

Are there any tropes fandom would put upon your character, for better or for worse? They’d probably grow attached to the 20’s era bobcut she has in season one that was the result of a lice induced shave. So there’d probably be a lot of fanart of her with crew cuts and masculine clothing because they’d “christen” her as a butch lesbian enduring “comphet”

What would be the ‘incorrect but wildly popular’ interpretation of your character in fandom? Closeted comphet lesbian. It’s [tumblr]. I know how fandoms work. Either that or they’d think she’s the secret big bad for some of her more morally grey decisions.

What corners of fandom would consider your character blorbo material? The Brie Larson/captain marvel fandom would flock to her like cats to mice. Not always for the better though.

SHIPPING:

What do you imagine the most popular ship(s) for your character would be? Hopefully? Her husband Sidney Sullivan. Unfortunately realistically? Probably Arlene. Or her step-great-aunt Lucia if they’re that way inclined.

Are there ship wars? Are they a popular character to ship, or the kind of character that gets shuffled off and away from shipping for whatever reason? Like you wouldn’t BELIEVE!!!! You think the ouat and spn shipping fandoms are a minefield? Every single one of the other mains are related to her through blood, adoption or marriage and she only makes and keeps friends who she can call “cousin”. And she’d probably be the fandom bicycle so to speak despite the interrelation between her and the other characters.

How does fandom characterize/mischaracterize your characters ship in fanworks? Unfortunately they’d probably portray Sidney as the second coming of Stanley Kowalski so Arlene can be her knight in shining armour as it were

If your character isn’t designed for shipping/isn’t interested in shipping, how hard does fandom have to mangle them to make them shipping material/open to a relationship? N//A

Be honest. What song is playing over an AMV/tiktok of scenes between your character and their love interest? Sidlay. Lay all your love on me from mamma Mia.

What is the wildest crackship you can imagine for your character, whether in-universe or in crossover? In universe. There would, unfortunately, probably be a loud subset of the fandom who are devoted to shipping her with her dead neighbour Phaedra Wilkins who she hates the most above all others or her step-great-aunt Eve Christensen who she fears the most above all others. Crossover. If the selfcest crowd are in the fandom then probably Carol Danvers

What is the quote between your character and their love interest/whoever they might be shipped with that their fans would latch onto? Sidney: “If Findlay’s threatened then I will flout and break each and every rule in the handbook until she’s safe again”. Findlay: “and I’d do the same for Sidney. In fact. I have. Multiple times”

What’s the discourse surrounding your ship? Wether or not they’re a good couple because they’re a straight white ultra rich couple comprised of a NYPD detective and criminal profiler

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ihaveathingforwomen · 2 years ago

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Universes Away - PT. 11

WandaNat x OC

Masterlist a/n: Sorry it took so long to update! I thought the fic was getting long and wanted to make a plan!

Warnings: Angst, tension, drinking, touching - If I missed anything, let me know!

Word Count: 6.9k

Summary: Adrian & Wanda go on their first date, Wanda receives a gift.

Their day of errands ran long, but the rain had let up and a gray sky lingered. Wanda went with them to pick up snacks and drinks to put in the cooler for the game tomorrow. This was a level of domesticity that Wanda thought she'd never be able to experience in her life. Her favorite part, though, was Adrian’s mindless and natural attraction. In the grocery aisles they would stand and look at different items and Adrian would slide their arm around her waist, pulling her close. If she went ahead of them to find something, they would catch up and come behind her, kissing her head or cheek as they approached. They would hold her hand while they walked and rub the small of her back while she pushed the cart. When they walked from the car to the bakery and butcher, they would put their hand in her back pocket or link arms with her. The more they touched her, the more she realized the behavior was natural for them, they were magnetized to her.

When they arrived home, the drizzle of rain returned and lightly tapped on their windows. Wanda took the bags from the car and Adrian insisted they take the heavier items from the trunk and they ran to the front door, giggling through the rain. Wanda snagged the keys from Adrian's coat pocket and unlocked the door, holding it for Adrian as they came in. They did not pause to take off their shoes and instead went straight to the island as they set down the heavy cooler. They let out an exasperated sigh as they helped Wanda set the bags on the counters. Once everything was out of their hands the pair moved back to the front door to remove their shoes. Wanda leaned her back against the door, untying her boots and yanking them from her ankles. Adrian stepped on the heel of their canvas slip-on shoes and slid their feet from them. They were finished much sooner than Wanda and approached her as she struggled with her second shoe.

Chuckling at her struggles, Adrian bent a leg at the knee and motioned for Wanda to move forward. "Let me help, baby," they offered and gently grabbed the heel of her shoe as she made a face of confusion. They rested her foot on their thigh and untied the knot that she'd accidentally made with the laces. The knot was more difficult to untie because the laces had gotten wet and slid roughly from their fingers. Wanda pressed her hands to the door and blushed, embarrassed that she was unable to take care of her own shoes.

Finally, Adrian managed to untie the laces and pulled them loose, sliding the boot from Wanda's foot with ease. Once managed, Wanda took her foot off of their thigh and stood straight against the door. Adrian took the shoe they'd undone and picked up the other shoe, keeping them as a pair in their hands as they stood straight and allowed their gaze to linger on Wanda. Upon straightening themselves they caught a glimpse at Wanda's face. Her eyes were soft, pupils dilated, and her cheeks were rosy from the cold. Her smile spoke of tenderness, light and gently curved lips that were reddening as they warmed from the bitter wind outside. Her hair, the portion that was free, trickled past her shoulders, still damp from the rain of the day.

"Um, thank you," Wanda told them with a chuckle. She had also been studying their face, adoring their pointed features that had been softened with love. They blushed at her words and turned their head, quietly inching closer.

"You're welcome," they whispered as they looked up past the top of their eyes and grinned sheepishly. They turned, setting down the shoes, and then came closer to her with a sudden confident attitude. She smiled as she looked up to them in their now steady stature. Raising their finger, they brushed her wet strands from her shoulder and tucked it behind her ear. In her attention to their movements, she realized how long their fingers were. They were strong and slender, but not spindly. Instead, their maneuvers were dextrous and thoughtful as they now caressed her cheek, vibrations sliding down her spine at their touch. They trailed down her jawline, stepping forward with their fingers as they piqued at her chin, tilting it upwards with the tips of their middle and ring finger.

They no longer were looking at Wanda and instead focused on her lips, observing everything below them as they smoothly took their bottom lip between their lips. "You're beautiful," they exhaled, their swelling eyes not moving from her lips. Out of their periphery Wanda was blushing and she became aware of the warmth radiating from her skin as their fingers lingered hear her throat. She felt her lips tingle as she willed them to kiss her as they had the night before. At the mere thought, she felt the ghost of their lips along her neck, their breath against her ear, their teeth and tongue lingering over her pulse at the base of her neck. A fire began in the small of her back, exploding up her spine and down to her thighs.

Catching her eye, they shocked her from the mists of their encounter. They smirked, swiftly withdrawing their hand and making their way back towards the kitchen. She blinked and in a sharp breath she drew herself back to reality, following them as they began taking items out of the bags and putting them in their appropriate spots. They acted as though nothing had happened, as though they hadn't felt the same electricity between them, which Wanda now insisted was an electrical fire as it burned and buzzed throughout her body. Though she was no longer in a trance, she still felt the ghosts all over her skin - their hands now at her hips and making their way up her spine. The ghost made contact with the scratches along her spine and they burned the more she thought, but it wasn't painful. Instead, the burning lingered as if repeating the motion from the top of her shoulders and down her spine, the memories delivering warmth to her core.

She'd been standing at the island, toying with an empty plastic bag as she stared into empty space. Adrian watched her for a moment as they continued their task, "Wands, I can take that bag for you," pulling her from the ghosts. They smiled as she'd jumped, shaking her head and offering the bag towards them. She took a seat at the island and Adrian put away the last of the plastic bags, ready to be used again for miscellaneous things. They started to ask her if she was alright but thought that it'd be better to just distract her from whatever she was stuck in. "So, do you want to go to Rita's tonight? We can go somewhere else if you'd like, I'm not sure..." her eyes slowly made their way to Adrian who was now leaned against the island. Their feet were planted shoulder width apart and their hands clasped together, elbows bent against the countertop holding their torso as they studied at her.

"I'm not sure what you like," they finished, hesitant as she still appeared in a haze. She looked down in thought, forcing herself out of the haze.

"Um, we can still go to Rita's. But...the rain..." She questioned, and they closed their eyes with a nod of agreement.

"Right, that would make Rita's a bit more difficult. Well," they started and thought to themselves for a moment. "I have another place we could go to, it's more bar than it is restaurant though." Their tone unsure as they studied Wanda's face for even an ounce of disagreement.

"That's okay with me," she replied, tone lightened with excitement. "Do I have to get super dressed up?" A nervous laugh erupted from her chest and Adrian smiled widely, laughing back.

"Um, well, no. But, if it's okay with you," they began, hope and fear blended in their tone as they prepared for complete decline of their offer. "I could pick your outfit for you..." silence followed and panic began nibbling at their psyche. "I know that first dates can be really stressful and I mean- this is-this-it's, um, a whole different life and you might not be sure what is expected of you and I just wanted to make that easier..." Their stuttering had gotten louder as they continued but as they observed Wanda's face they became quiet. She had a beaming smile as she watched their nervousness, she hadn't thought of them as the nervous type. They've been calm since the start, a typical strong-but-silent type, she thought. Seeing them act the way that she felt eased her anxiety.

Finally she spoke, "I would really appreciate that, Adrian. That's thoughtful of you," she reassured them, a deep breath and release came from their lungs and they pursed their lips, trying to deter a huge smile from spreading across their lips. She remembered the night before and their nervousness surrounding the date, she was trying to determine if it was anxiety or excitement running the show.

"Um," they started with a whisper before piping up, "good, I'm glad. I just..." they bit their lip, "I want to make you happy." A sheepish grin played on their face as they diverted their eyes from their wife who was beaming at them, admiring their nervousness around her. In their diversion, they glanced at their watch and took a deep breath, releasing a spell of anxiety, "I'm actually going to go get started on that, so um," a swallow halted their words but spurred their thoughts. They bit their lip and screwed their eyes, trying to decide what Wanda could be doing while they chose her outfit for the evening.

Wanda watched their expression with a careful eye, wishing she could read their mind. Were they caught by the same ghosts she was? Were they dreaming about her lips? Her mind drifted as she pictured their exchange just moment ago - how their eyes were trained on her lips, their fingertips leaking strength as they sent warmth over her body. A spark kicked her mind out of its daydream and whispered a thought, she realized Adrian wasn't sure what to do with her at this point. She reached her hand over the island and set it on their clasped hands, squeezing gently.

"I"ll stay here, it won't take you too long to pick an outfit. I'll wait for your word," a soft and reassuring smile played on her face as their tongue darted past their lips while they curled upwards.

"Are you sure?" They whispered, eyes carefully watching Wanda's expression. She nodded softly, squeezing their hands again, and they slowly retracted their hands as they stood. "Okay, um, I won't take too long, just let me know if you need anything," as they spoke they came around the island. As they passed behind Wanda, their hand hooked on her hip, turning to kiss her head and then lips before bounding up the stairs.

At the top, they swung into their bedroom and went straight to the closet. She was right, it really wouldn't take them very long as they already had a picture of the outfit in their mind. Rifling through their closet, they made their way to the very back and retrieved a dress that their Wanda had seldom worn, especially since her interactions with the Darkhold. The dress is a sleek, thin fabric with daisies scattered across the entirety. Thin straps to hold the thin fabric over Wanda's shoulders as the back dipped in a 'V' shape towards the small of her back, secured with small laces that will rest on her waist.

Adrian held the dress up to the light, gently patting fuzzes off while images danced across their mind. They laid the dress gently on the bed, a smile forming on their lips as they turned back to the closet and chose a pair of simple black heels. The final touch burst into their mind and they slid into the bathroom, grabbing their toiletry bag and sifting through. They found a pair of earrings, simple silver slivers that would dangle, just down to Wanda's jaw. They continued sifting, wondering if there was anything else that would suit this date of theirs. Just when they'd decided that they'd stop searching, their fingers came across a ring. They weaved it out of the bag and held it closer to their eyes, their smile melting off of their face as memories flashed in their mind.

The ring is Wanda's, her wedding ring. They'd removed it in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, along with other jewelry, and placed it in a bag to give to Wanda's next of kin in the event of death. The day they left the hospital, as Adrian was walking the boys to the car, the nurse had paused them and gave them the bag, explaining that they'd forgotten and apologizing for the mistake. Life had been so confusing the last few days that they'd just left the ring in their toiletry bag, not thinking anything of it. A tear had welled up in their eyes, the back of their mind replaying their nightmare on repeat. They closed their hand over the ring and held it close to their chest, wondering what to do with it.

Upon leaving the bathroom and setting the earrings with the dress, an idea arose in their mind. They snapped a picture of the ring and sent it to Natasha, asking for her opinion. Within a couple of moments, their phone pinged with a response, and a smile spread across their face as they read the message. They plunged the ring into their pocket and hurried back to the closet to choose their own outfit.

Once their outfit was chosen they took all of their belongings to the guest room and set them on the bed, closing the door quietly behind them as they made their way towards the stairs. They made their way downstairs to find Wanda resting on the couch. Her back was leaned against the arm of the couch, knees bent and propping up a book. It seems she'd been wandering about and found a book in Adrian's study at the back of the house. Their books that they'd accumulated in their days of travel were bent and worn from the backpacks and suitcases they'd been left in during their travels.

They beamed at her, noticing the book as one that their Wanda had put them on. She'd gifted it to them for their first birthday while they were dating, they'd kept it ever since. They snuck behind her, slipping their hands over her shoulders, just barely touching her chest before turning into each other and gently hugging around her neck, cradling her head in their arms.

"Are you ready, love?" They whispered into her ear, the vibrations returning to her spine as she lapped up their accent, replaying the simple words in her mind.

She fluttered her eyes closed, turning her head into her arms as their smell filtered into her senses. They smelled like bed sheets the morning after a warm shower, comforting and fresh, willing her back into safety. "Yes," she whispered back as she smiled at them, placing a finger between the pages of her book, the other hand wandering to their cheek. She pulled them down and they fell into it, kissing her softly, smiling into her lips.

Adrian pulled away when they felt their mind falling into its desires, gently tapping her cheek. "C'mon then," they told her, slipping their arms away. She popped up from the couch and set the book on the side table as she followed them up the stairs as they couldn't contain their excitement. At the top of the stairs, they spun before she could reach the top, catching her when she did. They held her hips, keeping her gaze from the open door of their bedroom.

"Hey, I'm gonna go get changed in the guest room." They told her, a matter-of-fact tone gaining her full attention.

"Okay," she nodded as she sensed more coming from them.

"I..." they drew out their words, lost in her eyes and grinning at her, "I will meet you downstairs whenever you're done, okay?" She beamed back at them as they took their bottom lip between their teeth, eyes wide and attentive. She nodded again and popped up on her toes, kissing their lips gently before tearing away to the bedroom. She gently closed the door, waving to them as she did. Her eyes scoured the room, landing on the clothes laid neatly on the side of the bed.

A breath escaped her lips as she took in the dress, admiring the balance between light and darkness. As she came closer she further admired the simplicity of the outfit, remembering the complex outfits she often felt like she had to wear for Vision. The dress itself was simple, but its beauty was amplified with the silver earrings and the black heels that were to be secured by straps.

Once she'd finished assembling the outfit, she took a step in front of their long mirror next to the bedroom door. Her hands slid down her ribs and paused at her hips as she half turned, noticing a slit at the bottom of the dress, exposing her knee downward. She took a deep breath, confidence starting to ease its way into her mind. She bit her lip as she took one last look at herself, heated images making their way to the forefront of her mind. She pushed them back as she opened the bedroom door, making her way downstairs.

About halfway down the stairs, she caught a glimpse of her counterpart and their outfit for the evening. Her cheeks flushed and her mind spun, the heated images she'd pushed away, now lit up her core. They wore black slacks with sleek combat boots that they could easily pass as business casual. She took another step downwards and the outfit got better - a pressed white button up, loose black tie, and their sleeves were unbuttoned and turned up to their elbows, revealing the sleek watch from the other day. She stared, taking in the veins that were prominent in their arms as they studied their phone, hair down and falling over their shoulders. She swallowed, taking a deep breath and made her way down the stairs.

They'd heard her steps from the top but chose to ignore them, wanting to be completely surprised when she made it to the bottom. The time finally came, running a hand through their hair as they turned towards the stairs, looking up as they'd caught her on the last couple of steps. Their eyes widened, moving back and forth as they took in every detail. The dress looked even better than they'd remembered, gaping their mouth slightly, letting their tongue run over their lips slowly, collecting the imaginary drool that they'd felt upon seeing her.

She finally came to meet their gaze and her cheeks became rosy as she watched their mouth gape, their eyes dilating as they took in the sight. She chuckled at them, brushing the hair from her eyes. "Are you trying to catch flies?" She joked as she came to the landing, they had shoved their phone in their pocket by now and their hands immediately went to her hips, pulling her in as they admired her beauty. They were now the same height, their boots making up for the extra inch her heels had on them.

They stuttered, "N-no, you just," they gave her a once over, biting their lip as they did. "You look stunning, that's all," they chuckled and stood back. The electricity danced between them, and Adrian fought the desire to lift her onto the island and start adorning her body with kisses. Little to their knowledge, Wanda's mind was in a similar place as she pictured their hands wandering over her ribs, their lips down her chest and her hands weaved in their hair.

Wanda closed her eyes and gently shook her head, removing the cobwebs as she tried to speak. "Well, should we get going?"

"Uh, yea, of course," they told her, making their way towards the door. The closer they got the more Wanda felt the draft from outside, bitter air attacking her bare shoulders and chest. She stood back from the door, Adrian grabbing their suit jacket from the hook nearest the door. They turned, noticing she was farther than they would've liked, tilting their head in confusion.

"Ads...Is it rude of me to point out that it's a bit...cold, for this particular outfit?"

They grinned as they released a chuckle, "No, but I have a final piece for you to help with that." They then moved to the second hook and removed a long, tan coat with a collar and down insides. They came towards her, draping it over her bare shoulders. An enamored expression took over her face as they draped it and adjusted it to be sure it kept her warm. When they finally looked up from their focus, they realized she was staring. "What? Did I do something?"

She sighed, diverting her eyes and adjusting their tie, "no, you're just sweet." They displayed a gentle expression, smile playing on their lips, and turned towards the door, opening it without a word. The rain had stopped, but the concrete was just as soaked as the earth, tires squeaking as cars drove by. Wanda stepped out of the threshold first waiting, as Adrian followed, quietly locking the doors. They came beside Wanda and laced their arm behind her back, hand resting on her hip as they guided her down the steps and to the car, opening her door. They couldn't see it but Wanda blushed at their politeness, trying to contain the flutters as they begged to burst from her body in a delighted scream in the quiet of the car as they walked around to the driver's side.

They hopped into the car and immediately turned the ignition and then the heater, feeling confident that Wanda had to be chilly. Once the car began to warm up, Adrian began their journey to the surprise they'd chosen for Wanda. As the drive progressed so did their conversation with Wanda. Their discussion was lighthearted - favorite color, preferred music, hobbies, and interests. While there were sure differences between their Wanda, there were plenty of similarities as well, allowing for Adrian to feel more comfortable with her.

For Wanda, she was intrigued. She hadn't had the opportunity to truly get to know someone new and someone with a real past. For so long she'd been privileged enough to have the Avengers as her family. Vision was intriguing but he didn't have much of a past, and we all know about Agatha. The more she got to know them the more she adored them - their kindness, their tendency to be considerate of the needs of others and to prioritize them, their humor and interest in the fine details of life. She wondered what the other Wanda would have to be so cruel to them about.

Finally they'd arrived, pulling into a spot along the curb. Once the car was safely parked, they popped out of the car and darted to Wanda's side, opening the door for her. She giggled, thanking them as they bowed, "Anything for you, darling," they told her as they straightened out and slid their hand into hers. The lights were warm, littered up and down the street as they reflected in the puddles along the road, lighting up Wanda's features. She wondered where they could be going, noticing a string of restaurants down the sidewalk.

Adding to her confusion, Adrian stopped and stood at a locked glass door, a vandalized sign plastered on the front stating "NO TRESPASSING," blocking the view of a staircase. "Is this the door you meant to use, dear?" Wanda asked them, her brows furrowed as she studied their expression in hopes they'd chosen the wrong door.

"No, just wait," they told her as their hand gripped the door handle. Wanda hadn't noticed the strategic placing of their thumb until the door buzzed and Adrian pulled the door forward, nudging Wanda in first. She went forward apprehensively, immediately turning back towards Adrian as they closed the door. Once the door was shut, she latched onto their arm, refusing to let go as her mind wandered with fear and curiosity. They laid their hand on top of hers, keeping their arms laced together as they guided her down the stairs, and into a speakeasy. They pushed through a restaurant kitchen style door and were welcomed to a dimly lit room with deep blue lights and music quietly pulsing in the background. Wanda's eyes took the time to observe the walls that were plastered with posters, news clippings, and paparazzi photos of superheroes. Upon a closer look, she noticed that most of them had been vandalized, jokes left in various sharpie colors.

They guided her past the bar and to a booth on the side of the room. It wasn't busy but it certainly wasn't dead as a group of friends played pool in the center of the room, a couple of military-type men sat at the bar and cracked jokes with each other, a group of casually dressed women sat in the back corner, taking up a circular booth - a burst of laughter startling Wanda from her observations. Adrian motioned for her to take a seat in the booth, sitting next to her.

"I hope this is okay," they told her with sorry eyes as they watched her expression closely. They'd angled their body towards her, resting an arm on the table and the other on the back of the booth.

"It's totally okay," she reassured them, still taken aback and unable to focus until she'd observed the entire room.

Adrian had started to respond but was interrupted by a pair of military personnel tapping their shoulder. They turned, upset at first, but their attitude smoothed over when she recognized the pair. "Hey, guys," they shouted, standing to give them a hug. "I haven't seen you guys in weeks, how was your mission?" Wanda sat still, confusedly observing their interactions with the gorgeously tanned man bearing long dark hair that was slicked back into a ponytail and what appeared to be his counterpart, a woman with a shaved head, designs that had been carefully and strategically trimmed around her head.

"It was great, kicked some ass!" She responded, enveloping Adrian in a hug and patting their back. When they pulled apart she glanced at Adrian and her eyes widened - "We heard about the accident when we got back, how are you doing? Are you okay?" Wanda hadn't expected strangers to address her so she put on her best smile and honest expression as she geared up to respond.

"I'm totally fine, it was near miraculous but everyone is okay," she told her before letting out a nervous giggle. Adrian, who'd been watching her closely, prepared to respond for her, beamed.

"That's great to hear," the man spoke up, "how about you - our favorite Avenger fanatic?" He teased Adrian and they gave a disbelieving smile, scoffing at them. "I can't believe you brought her here, I thought she'd been here before?"

"She has-" Adrian was quick to answer as Wanda turned to them, waiting for their response. "But it's our anniversary," their tone betrayed to Wanda that they were improvising as they made direct eye contact with her, widening them to signal she should go along with their improvisations. "So I wanted to bring her back to indulge in our favorite anti-hero burgers," they joked. Though Wanda thought it to be a stretch, it landed with the pair and they chuckled with Adrian.

"Well," he began, looking to his counterpart in silent agreement, which Wanda heard whispered in their minds. "Tell Nat we said hi, it was nice to see you again Wanda," he looked to her and they waved, "you need to come around more, Ads. I know you've got kids, but you've also got two wives - surely you can slip away." He laughed a bit more and enveloped Adrian in a hug as well.

"It's teamwork, I'm happy to be there for our sons. But," Adrian started, "I will try to slip away, if that's okay with you my love?" They turned to Wanda, nodding for approval.

Her mind was hooked on their response to him, our sons replayed in her mind, but she took their cue and nodded for them. Adrian waved goodbye and watched the pair wander off to the bar, taking seats and ordering. They let out a deep breath as they took a seat next to Wanda, a hand running through their hair as they shook off the anxiety. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't think we'd see anyone," they were breathless as the anxiety melted from their demeanor, giving Wanda a look that reminded her that she made them nervous.

"it's okay, I..." she closed her eyes and rolled them in thought, opening them with a flutter, "I'm confused though," she giggled and bit her lip.

They sighed with a smile, "Let's order first and then I'll explain." They scoured the menu together and Wanda asked them if they'd order for her. Of course they agreed, taking the task when the waitress came by and beamed at them. She recognized them and knew most of what they wanted but still listened as they spoke. In reading her mind, Wanda knew she was just being kind and happy to see one of her favorite customers, but for a moment Wanda felt a piercing jealousy rear its head in her chest. While they spoke, Wanda made sure to put her hand on Adrian's thigh, the other around their shoulders, and her lips close to their ear. She wanted to make sure this woman knew who Adrian belonged to.

When she walked away, Adrian turned to Wanda with apprehensive eyes as it seemed that Wanda had forgotten that Adrian could hear her thoughts just fine. Their eyes scanned Wanda as she backed up nervously. She noticed their eyes pausing at her chest and their lip being bitten for a moment before their eyes returned to hers and yanked her in. "What was that, hm?"

She'd thought they hadn't noticed her touching but it finally clicked in her mind that they'd heard her thoughts, "I just wanted to touch you..." she tried to reason, batting her eyes and lightly grinning, her hand still firm on their thigh.

They gave a gruff "Hmph," and looked away in thought. Wanda thought to herself that they must feel very confident she doesn't know what they're thinking but their face betrays them every time. For a split second she had the impulse to grab their chin and pull them in for a bruising kiss but she decided against it.

"So, are you going to explain?"

"Oh, yea," they started and their daydreams retreated from their face and to the back of their mind. "So, this bar is for people who work for Shield who aren't on, um..." they paused, considering their words carefully. "On hero status. We don't hate the heroes, or most of us don't, but we do like to tease about them. Hence the walls," they gestured around the room and turned back to Wanda, whose eyes hadn't left their expression.

"And what about 'Avenger fanatic'?" She tilted her head, awaiting the snarky explanation of the term.

They bared their teeth, pushing air through them as they thought. "Well, considering I'm married to two Avengers and I'm apart of Shield, they think of me as a bit of a traitor," they laughed at the thought, biting their lip. Wanda nodded as she bit back her snarky comments, "You and Nat are the only Avengers allowed because..." They paused in thought and Wanda scrunched her nose at them.

"Go on," she taunted them, retracting her hand from their thigh and crossing her arms as she waited for further explanation.

They bit their lip once more and shook their head, "No," they mumbled through a chortle. "So, Wands, I have a question for you."

"Nice diversion," she bit the inside of her cheek and looked past them as the waitress brought their drinks, a Negroni for Wanda and a whiskey & coke for Adrian. "Go ahead, baby." She hadn't realized but the pet names just tumbled from her mouth with ease, as though they rolled out of a gum-ball machine.

"How have you been processing all of this? Do you feel okay? More settled in?" They wondered, laying a hand gently on her thigh as they took a sip of their drink, attentively waiting for a response.

She hadn't expected that question and her mind was sent to deep thought as she considered her response. She took a deep breath, releasing as she prepared to respond, unintentionally refusing to look at them. "I feel fine. My bruises have healed pretty well, and you both have been so kind. There's not a lot that I could've expected from this situation, but everyone has been really... calm." Her eyes finally fluttered to Adrian who nodded as they listened.

"Do you feel like this is a dream?" Adrian asked, a skeptical tone and thoughtful eyes catching Wanda's mind.

She wondered why they used that wording but answered the question regardless, "A little bit." Thoughts were spilling from her mind, pouring into her mouth as they tugged to be released. "Before this...I was fighting, basically killing myself, to have the life that this version was just given." She wore a thousand yard stare as she spoke with her hands, Adrian seeing the haunted look in her face as she remembered her life before. "I feel like I died and went to Shangri-la," she giggled, "I hope I never wake up."

Adrian smiled, feeling similarly. They feel like the pieces are finally starting to fit and they can't help but feel like it's too good to be true. "Do you feel like you fit here?" They asked, staring into the distance as they swirled the straw in their drink.

"Do you think I fit here?" Wanda asked, the curiosity in her tone pulling them from their dance with space. When their gazes met, Adrian's expression softened and Wanda could feel compassion radiating from their gaze.

They diverted their eyes once more as a smile rose to their lips, "I think you are the last puzzle piece, Wands. Everything feels like it's settled into place, that's why we've been so calm. The situation is odd, yes, but the feeling is right. I don't know what life was like for you before, but it led you here, and you're meant to be here." Wanda's cheeks burned as they spoke and she felt a corner of her mouth turn, a tear tugging to meet her lips. She slowly moved her hand towards their face which they turned into, their soft eyes overtaking her being as she pulled them towards her. Her soft lips landed on theirs and she lost herself in the moment, kissing them deeply, both hands now cupping their face. Their hands moved towards her, one on her thigh and the other hovered fingertips over her jaw.

They pulled apart, pressing their foreheads together and Adrian took a nervous deep breath. "Actually, the feeling isn't quite right," they pull further from her, still grinning as her expression turned solemn.

"What do you mean?" She practically whimpered, her hands having left their face and now in her lap, guarding her soul.

They chuckled, feeling bad for making her nervous but knowing their plan would bring a reaction. They began beaming at her, scratching the bridge of their nose and running their hand through their hair, gripping the back of their neck as they laughed. They turned and looked around at the bar, no body was paying attention as they scooted out of the booth and discretely got down on one knee as they pulled their fist from their pocket.

"Wanda, this belongs to you," their fist unfolded and a ring arose between their fingertips. Wanda, who'd been frozen to her seat while they moved, blinked and pulled herself forward, a nervous swallow quietly creeping down her now tight throat. She wasn't sure what to do but her body took charge, reaching her left hand out towards them. They gently slid the ring on her finger and, without thoughtful intention, hooked her fingers on either side of their jaw and pulled them into a bruising kiss. They came apart and back together and in between the parts, Adrian whispered, "I love you."

They started to stand, finalizing their last kiss, and scooted back into the booth, quickly placing another kiss on her lips. Wanda was still speechless and that was perfectly okay with Adrian as her thoughts flooded their mind. She was giddy, astounded, begging for more, wanting to shower them with affection but afraid of their environment, shocked at the surprise. Their moment was briefly interrupted when the waitress returned to their table bringing food and a bottle of wine.

"Congratulations," she whispered as she made eye contact with Wanda, beaming, "this is on the house." She set the bottle down in the center of the table and a glass in front of each of them.

"Thank you," Adrian whispered back to her, "It's a re-proposal. We're married already, but it's a special day," they looked back to Wanda, still beaming with excitement at her reaction.

"Oh that's so sweet of you!!" She told them, her eyes bouncing between the pair. "Do you want pictures?"

Wanda nodded, still stuck to the booth, "Yes, please, we'll send them to our wife, Natasha, she's with friends tonight." The girl's eyes widened, smiling as she stood back to let them from the booth. Adrian stood first and reached their hand out for Wanda to use.

"Awh, you are too sweet. How's Nat doing? I haven't seen her in a while." She stood further back as Adrian & Wanda moved to their places. Wanda stood to the right of Adrian, sliding her arm behind their back and her other hand, bearing the ring, placed in the center of their chest. They turned to her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"She's doing really well! It's been busy between work and the boys' school. They're in soccer now," Adrian mused and the girl gasped, Wanda saw that she'd known them for as long as the boys have been born, at minimum.

Adrian's hand slid in their pocket, the other around Wanda's back and hooked at her waist. "Ready?" Adrian and Wanda nodded, smiling for the camera. A couple of snaps later, the girl spoke again, "how about a kissing one? I'm sure Natasha would love it," she suggested.

Adrian smiled and glanced at Wanda, their eyes asking for permission which she nodded in agreement. She brushed their hair over their shoulder, revealing the side of their face that would be seen by the camera. She slid the ring bearing hand over their cheek and they moved into a kiss, gripping her hips and pulling her close. A couple of seconds passed and they parted, gazing into each other's eyes for a moment, letting themselves feel the electricity between them.

In Adrian's periphery, just past Wanda, they saw a ghost of their past. He stood ominously in the background, glaring at Adrian like a hawk. Adrian's gaze with Wanda had broken as they look past her, staring at him. His presence sent a nervous chill down their spine, their heart started racing as memories flashed in their mind. People walked past him and in a blur he'd disappeared. The scars along their back burned as the anxiety pulsated in their body.

"That was stunning, she's going to love those!" The girl told them as she handed Adrian's phone back, grinning. Adrian shook their head, eyes fluttering as they looked back to her, calmly taking their phone and thanking her. Wanda, who'd been staring at their expression as they looked past her, wondered what was going on in their mind and what drew their attention away.

"Thank you, Adelaide!" Adrian shouted, taking a quick look at the pictures, "they look amazing!" Adelaide muttered a thank you and made her way back behind the bar before making her rounds. They took their time getting back into the booth, ignoring what had happened and Adrian sent the pictures to Natasha immediately, telling her that their surprise went perfectly. Wanda and Adrian ate in harmony, engaging in conversation about each other’s past. They opened the wine bottle, finishing it off by the end. Adrian only took a glass or two over the course of their meal and Wanda, feeding her freedom, had more than a couple of glasses. The more she drank, the more physical she became - gripping their thighs and biceps, kissing their neck, subtly tugging at the hem of their trousers.

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