#two idots in love

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒

Genre: ♡ Fluff | ♤ Angst | ♞ Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Unrequited/requited love, yelling, mean Wanda, mean Yelena, if there's anything else please let me know.

Pairing: AU Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nothing hurts more than falling in love with your best friend.

Words: 6,395

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Wanda Maximoff

"What do you mean she left?" Wanda asks Yelena who stepped past her sister and Steve to get closer to the brunette.

"She left because of you," the younger Russian repeats with venom laced in her tone. Bucky gets up from his spot on the couch and steps in front of Yelena to stop her from coming any closer to Wanda.

"Yelena, don't," Bucky warns to which the blonde scoffs at. "Don't what? Tell her the truth? Because that played out well so far, didn't it?"

"You know it isn't just about her. You're looking for someone to blame and maybe she's partially at fault but it doesn't mean you get to dump all your resentment towards her," Bucky tells her. If it was anybody else who dare speak to her in such a way, they probably would have gotten a slap right across the face. But it was Bucky, who was the only person besides Natasha and Y/n who she allowed to speak to her in such a way.

Yelena rolls her eyes before crossing her arms over her chest, looking up at the man who's standing in her way to rip the Sokovian a new one and if he thinks he can stop her then he's a fool.

"My resentment towards a certain Sokovian in this room isn't just about today. It's about everything she's done, directly or indirectly to Y/n in the last year. If Kate, who's the most oblivious out of all of us, can pick out the number of times Y/n got hurt by the Sokovian then Wanda should at least know that her actions towards her so-called best friend were impacting her in a negative way. And ultimately, if Y/n was to listen to anyone telling her to stay it would have been Wanda she'd listen to but Wanda did the opposite, didn't she? She pushed and prodded Y/n so much that Y/n felt as if this was the best decision for all parties. So no. I will not spare Wanda Maximoff my damn resentment because she deserves it." Yelena lays out as if the brunette wasn't in the same room as her.

Yelena sidesteps Bucky and walks up to Wanda getting up to her face, to which the brunette didn't stand back from.

"You're a fool," Wanda swallows at Yelena's bitter quiet but strong words. "And I don't know what she ever saw in you," Yelena tried to walk past her with an aggressive bump of their shoulders but Wanda grabs Yelena's bicep tightly before she can walk further.

The room goes eary quiet and no one knows what to say. Yelena glances at Wanda's grip and Natasha takes a cautious step toward the two while the rest watch in anticipation of what's to come next.

Wanda's mind is reeling. Y/n left. She's gone and she didn't even get a proper goodbye. Just like that, she disappeared into thin air.

"A walk? Anyone?" Kate suddenly throws out in the air after fidgeting uncomfortably through the silence.

"Get your hand off of me," Yelena dangerously warns Wanda but the brunette only stares at the side of her face. After a long few seconds of nothing, Natasha takes another step closer after noticing Yelena fisting her hands.

"You're wrong," Wanda spits out evenly in a low tone but clear enough for everyone to pick up on while she lets go of Yelena's arm.

"Oh yeah? About what?" Yelena turns around to come face to face with the brunette once again.

"She wouldn't have listened to me," Wanda shrugs nonchalantly but it was clear in her face that she was only trying to hide her anger.

"You're more stupider than I thought," Yelena throws out shaking her head in disbelief.

"And why is that, Yelena? You're here all up on my face, but you truly don't know shit," Wanda spits out, accenting her remark with a slight head tilt.

"If I were you, I'd shut up," Yelena growls at the brunette as she closes the gap between them, chest touching, nose flaring, and eyes sending daggers to the other. "Years, Wanda. Years she had to sit back in pain watching you. Years of her sacrificing everything for you. Years of making sure you were always happy. Years of putting you before her. And how did you pay her back? How did you show her your appreciation? By forgetting your traditions? Traditions that y'all have done for years. Traditions that Y/n made sure she was to never miss, cancelling everything and everyone just to make sure she made it to you."

Yelena takes another harsh step forward resulting in her chest pushing Wanda back a few steps but this display of aggression didn't falter Wanda's stance. "You forgot her at the roof. You forgot your brunch dates. You forgot Y/n's second birthday," now that last one knocked Wanda's breath out of her chest.

"She got you that stupid fucking dark hold book. She saved up her paycheques to make sure she got you that damn book but she sacrificed all that and gave Vision the credit because why? Because she wanted to see that stupid ass smile on your face. And after all that, you still continue to forget about her. You're a selfish asshole who doesn't care about anything and anyone around her but herself. She fucking worshipped where you fucking walked and you choose to continue to be oblivious, making out with your stupid little boyfriend in front of her whenever you can. She wanted to get away from you! It's because of you why she fucking left!" Yelena yells bringing her hands up to push the sokovian's shoulders back and at this point everyone was on their feet, ready to stop a fight from happening.

To everyone's surprise, Wanda catches both Yelena's wrists before she got pushed back and she ends up pushing the younger Russian back instead. "You think you know shit?!" Wanda yells and as if the tables were turned, it was now the brunette who charges forward the Russian.

"Okay miss knows it all, did you fucking know that I did confess my feelings to her this morning?!" Wanda throws out and the revelation earns a gasp from anyone. "Did you know that she claims that she fucking loves me back but when I asked her to stay and she still chose to fucking leave?!"

Yelena shakes her head in denial with a frown on her face, "Y/n wouldn't have said no to you."

"Well, then I guess you don't know Y/n as well as you thought you do, huh?" Wanda chuckles dryly, "all this time you thought she'd sacrifice it for me? All this time you thought she'd pick me, yet here she is, gone after I confessed to her that I'm fucking in love with her. I offered to go with her Yelena and she fucking told me no. She told me she didn't want me."

Wanda steps up to Yelena's face, "get it through your head that Y/n didn't choose me. Get it through your head that Y/n still chose to leave."

Yelena being Yelena, always wanting to get the last word in, doesn't back down. With an all-calm voice, Yelena says, "in that case, good for her. She's finally putting herself before you after years of putting you before her. It's time you do the same."

...

Wanda comes stumbling through her door at half past 2 am, "fuck you, fuck you, I hate you. I never want to see you ever again Y/n," the brunette yells to her phone.

"That's enough," Natasha says making herself known to the brunette who jumps at her voice. "Who let you in here?" Wanda asks confused as she slams her front door with her back, leaning on it for support right after. Natasha wonders for a second how this Sokovian hasn't gotten any noise complaints from her neighbours, as this scene has happened almost every day since Y/n left three weeks ago.

"I have a spare key to your apartment remember?" Natasha lightly reminds her, knowing that Wanda probably won't even remember this by the morning as she complains about a killer hangover.

Natasha walks over to the nearly blacked-out drunk brunette before quickly taking her phone and hanging up on Y/n. "Hey! I wasn't done yelling at her," Wanda yells as she tries reaching for her phone only to stumble forward and if it weren't for Natasha catching her, she would have planted face first to the ground resulting in an ugly bruise on her face.

"Yeah well, I said you're done. Bed," Natasha orders while she helps the brunette to her room. "You know that key was only for emergencies," Wanda mumbles and stumbles to her room despite Natasha's support.

"And you being out past 1 am a Wednesday getting close to blacked-out drunk is an emergency. This can't go on for any longer Wanda, this is unhealthy." Natasha reprimands her.

"Blame your sister for kissing me, leaving me, and breaking my heart," Wanda says before she falls on her bed and not even a second later knocks out. Natasha grumbles before she starts helping Wanda into comfier clothing.

...

"Where is Wanda?" Sam asks the group whilst starting the hand out of barbequed hotdogs to the group for their monthly friends' reunion.

"Late as per usual," Yelena mumbles as she squirts hot sauce all over her hotdog.

"Have you talked to her?" Bucky asks. "No."

"Yelena it's been months since y'all went at it with each other. You should just sit and talk because this is getting ridiculous," Bucky scolds her.

"Well then she can come to me and talk if she wants to talk," Yelena says as she rolls her eyes while Natasha shakes her head at her younger sister.

"You know she won't do that. Plus, what you did was uncalled for," Steve comments fitting the description of being the peacekeeper of the group.

"She asked for it," Yelena shrugs which earns a glare from the peacekeeper himself and before Steve can answer, Sam's front door opens revealing Wanda.

"Holy shit, what did you do?" Tony asks loudly which gets everyone's attention. Wanda shrugs "what's the rite of passage?" Wanda asks Sam who's hosting this month's reunion. "Jello-shot," he smiles cheekily before Wanda takes one of the cups and quickly downs it making a face once she tastes the straight Jello tequila.

"You dyed your hair red? Why?" Tony asks. "What you don't like it?" Wanda tilts her head with the question but Tony chooses stupid this time around and answers her rhetorical question. "No, I don't."

"Don't anger the beast," Sam says through a cough before walking away which makes Wanda rolls her eyes in annoyance.

That's Wanda for you who's been acting out since Y/n left a few months ago. The former brunette is now easily annoyed, easily angered, short fuse, and simply does not give a fuck about anything and anybody else.

"How's your dream job?" Steve asks instead, sensing the clear annoyance of the newly red-headed Sokovian. "Well it's my dream job, so I'm loving it a lot," Wanda says half sarcastically but sighs when she notices Steve's genuine curiosity. "It's going great, my manager is amazing, my colleagues are great, the company is great, and I'm truly having fun."

"That's what I like to hear," Pietro comments suddenly coming out of nowhere and ruffling up her nicely done hair which then earns him a big ole slap on the arm.

"So are you late from your pussy appointment?" Yelena says from the balcony door. "You know Yelena, maybe you need to schedule some sex appointment for yourself. I know people and you seem like you need to get laid," Wanda shoots out.

That's another thing Wanda started doing after Y/n left, one-night stands. It's almost rare for Wanda to get through a whole week without at least having two one-night stands. And no matter how many times she got scolded by her friends, she continues to do it to the point that no one says anything anymore.

"Yelena," Bucky says as a warning when he sees the blonde about to make another remark. Instead the Russian rolls her eyes at Bucky before stepping out the balcony to tend to the barbeque that was still cooking.

Natasha shakes her head at the two, something she's been doing a lot lately. "You two need to sort your shit out with each other. It's getting old," she comments as she passes the Sokovian on her way to the kitchen.

"Enough of that, shots anyone?" Tony yells through the apartment.

"Can I do a chaser?" Kate asks and Clint pats her back with a chuckle, "oh Kate."

"Is that a yes?" Kate stutters out.

...

A few weeks passed since the last friends' reunion and Wanda is currently doing a deep clean of her apartment when she comes across an envelope underneath her bed. She furrows her eyebrows wondering what could be inside the envelope, she turns it over to come face to face with her name nicely written on the front of the envelope.

She freezes immediately knowing whose penmanship that was from. Her frown grows trying to remember when she could have possibly received a letter from Y/n and as she was about to open the envelope, a knock comes booming on her front door. She jumps at the sound and drops the envelope to the ground.

She picks up the envelope contemplating if she should throw it out or actually open it but before she can even make a decision another set of knocks comes through her front door.

"I'm coming!" she yells out before quickly placing the envelope on her bedside table. She makes her way to the door and looks through the peephole only to come face to face with one of the people she did not expect to be standing in front of her door.

Wanda opens the door with a puzzled look on her face, "Yelena?"

"Hi."

...

Y/n Y/l/n

Y/n sighs heavily once she steps through her front door, she drops her purse and keys on the table by the door before locking it behind her. Her first week at her job was a whirlwind of many emotions and she's starting to think that maybe she should start investing in a therapist.

Y/n was absolutely thrilled to be starting her dream job but it was hard for her to celebrate that win with how everything went down back home. A part of her feels guilty for leaving her friends, scratch that, her family and she's honestly been feeling some intense waves of homesickness but that's something she'd never tell her friends since she feels she doesn't have the right to feel those.

Then let's not mention how everything with Wanda had gone down. That was not how she planned to tell the Sokovian of her feelings and she feels like a dick for not further explaining herself. But then again, the letter that she had left for the Sokovian should explain everything going through her head, that's if Wanda reads it.

On top of that, Sam had face-timed her the day after she landed to tell her what had gone down at the party after she left. He told her how Wanda and Yelena went at it and how everyone was sure someone was walking away with some sort of injury, but gladly no one did.

Y/n wanted to call Yelena or Natasha right after that but she felt that maybe, letting them call her when they were ready is a better option. She's sure that the sisters are probably upset with her for not telling them about the revelation that had happened between her and Wanda that day. So ultimately, she decided that she'll let them cool off and wait till they call her instead.

A week later, Y/n finally gets a facetime call from Yelena. Y/n reaches over to mute her TV while answering the facetime call, "hello sestra," Y/n answers with a smile.

"I'm mad at you," Yelena says and Y/n's smirk grows a little, "I know that you are."

"Well I was, I'm over it now," Yelena deflates with a pout. "Although now that I'm not mad, I'm hurt that you didn't tell me."

Y/n sighs a little and takes a sip of her red wine, "I'm sorry Yelena. There was so much going on in my head that day, you knew that. Plus, whatever happened between Wanda and I was not my intention at all. I went there and before I can even try to confess about my leave, she blurted out about her feelings and then I followed after," she explains scratching her eyebrows.

"She started kissing me but I had to cut it off to tell her about the job. And it was just all shitty. And everyone was sad, and I was sad, and I knew that if I let myself process and feel everything, there would be a great chance of me not following through with my decision. So it was poker face until I was up in the air where I didn't have the chance to turn around."

Y/n bites her lips looking at Yelena softly, "I'm sorry that I didn't have it in me to tell you or Natasha. To be honest with you, I'm just coming around to accepting and understanding what actually went down that day."

"Hey, it's okay. I completely understand that. I don't blame you really, but a heads up would have been nice," Yelena mutters the last part but Y/n still heard it and started laughing. "Heads up before you ripped her apart at the party?"

Yelena groans, "she was asking for it! And she just pushed all the right buttons so it all came out. It's fine, I still got the last words." Y/n chuckles at that, "of course you did. Where's Nat?"

"She's at work. She'll be home in half an hour, don't worry, she's not mad at you anymore."

"Oh thank god for that."

...

"You know what, I'm glad you aren't here. I'm glad you left. I never want to fucking see you again, you're parents were right about you, you know?! I can't believe I spent so many years trying to tell you otherwise when they were right all along!" Wanda yells through the phone and Y/n stares at the phone on the coffee table, that's been left on speaker.

This was the third week into Y/n moving away and these types of calls happened almost every night. Y/n knows that she could easily ignore it and not pick it up, but it's Wanda, how can she not? So she sits through a 30-minute to an hour-long phone call every night where Wanda just yells at her. Y/n can tell how drunk Wanda really is during every phone call, she's 99.9% sure that Wanda has never called her sober these last few weeks. It makes Y/n question if the brunette even remembers these phone calls.

Y/n can hear Wanda stumbling through a door, "fuck you, fuck you, I hate you. I never want to see you ever again Y/n," the brunette yells to her phone yet again.

"That's enough," she hears Natasha say and she can only guess how surprised the brunette was. "Who let you in here?" Wanda asks seemingly confused as Y/n hears the door slam shut. At least Y/n can now relax a bit knowing Wanda made it home safely.

"I have a spare key to your apartment remember?" Natasha lightly reminds her. Y/n hears some shuffling on the other side of the phone before the line cuts off. Y/n turns on her back, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a loud sigh.

Y/n almost booked a flight ticket after the third drunken call Wanda made to her, she was ready to come back and make this all better knowing that she could. But she thought about the real deep reasoning as to why she even took this job in the first place.

It was never about the title or the company and it was never about anything anyone ever guessed. Y/n took the job to prove her parents wrong. Y/n moved across the country to prove to herself that what was engraved in her mind was never true and it would never be her reality. Wanda had helped Y/n all these years to start believing that she was not what her parents told her she was. But now hearing Wanda say that she believed her parents were right all along was a massive knife struck through her heart.

This proves to her that she was never enough for Wanda and she definitely would never be if she had decided to stay in New York. Y/n took the opportunity to turn her life around and prove to everyone, her parents, herself, and especially Wanda, that she can do it. She can reach more than the limitations her parents had put around her, she's enough, and she's worth it.

...

"Boo!" Y/n yells and clutches her chest while she shuts her eyes tightly. She can hear muffled laughing in front of her from a pair of familiar-sounding voices. Y/n tries to get her breathing in a normal pattern once again but the stressful week she just had at work did not help.

All she wanted to do was to come home, have a glass, or two, or maybe a full bottle of wine while she binges on Friends. But from the sound of it, that won't be happening tonight.

She opens her eyes and sends daggers at the two people who almost caused her to have a heart attack. Y/n closes her front door behind her and locks it before throwing her keys toward the two who were on the ground dying of laughter, "you idiots!"

"You should have seen your face," Yelena laughs out loud while Pietro nods in agreement. "Damn it, why didn't we record that," add Yelena who was laying on the floor wiping her tears.

"Actually, I'm smarter than you so I did record it and it will be sent to the group chat ASAP," Pietro smirks over at Yelena and Y/n only groans in response. "Don't you dare send that, I swear to god," Y/n threatens while she puts her purse down and takes her shoes and coat off.

"What? You're going to yell like you just did?" Pietro mocks and it sends Yelena into another fit of laughter. "Ha ha ha, you're so funny really. I'm dying," Y/n deadpans.

"What are you two doing here anyway? And how the hell did you even get in my apartment?" Y/n asks while making her way to the kitchen to check what she can make for dinner.

"We have our ways. Plus, we're here because it's been 6 months since we last saw you and from the looks of it, you weren't going to initiate inviting us over so we took matters into our own hands," Yelena explains smugly making Y/n roll her eyes while trying to refrain from smiling at her friend's thoughtfulness.

"A heads up would have been nice," Y/n says in faux annoyance. "Well then it wouldn't be a surprise and we wouldn't have caught that amazing video," Pietro throws back.

...

"Dang, that was so good. Since when did you get good at cooking?" Pietro says before he slouches back on his chair, chewing his last bite. Y/n chuckles as she wipes her mouth with a napkin, "how rude. I've always been good at cooking. But I guess I really started branching out with my cooking here. There's really nothing else I can do so," Y/n finishes with a shrug right before she picks up her glass of wine.

"Which by the way, you never talk about. So how is it really? Do you like it here? Do you see yourself staying here?" Yelena asks, now turning her full attention on her sister-like best friend.

Y/n swallows her wine as well as the nerves that those questions brought her. This was something she's been heavily thinking about for the last months. Was this a place she want to be growing old in? She made a couple of friends from work but this place never made her feel at home the way New York did. Y/n felt as if she was truly only here for work and nothing else. She comes home, makes dinner, relaxes, showers, then bed, and this has been her routine since day one.

Y/n's half-year check-in with her bosses is coming up and so this has been something that she's been asking herself. But as much as she wants to be as truthful as she can be with her friends and family, she knows that she has to pick and choose her words carefully because it's detrimental that she makes this decision on her own.

"I mean, it doesn't feel like back home. I'll tell you that," she chuckles dryly. Her cryptic response makes Yelena narrow her eyes at her, "care to elaborate?" the blonde Russian tries.

"New York is home, it always was and it will always be, you know?" Y/n shrugs swallowing her emotions down, "I don't know anyone here, my friends and my family are back home. It still needs some time getting used to."

"So why not go back home?" Y/n sends Yelena a pointed look before getting up and gathering their plates together. "No, I'm serious. If you feel like you have a horrible life here, then why not just go back home? You have 6 months of experience in this position under your belt, I'm sure it'll be easy for you to get the same position with another amazing company that could possibly be in New York." Pietro was the one who sends Yelena a look this time around.

"First, I never said my life was horrible here. Second, it's not that easy," Y/n replies as she busies herself with filling up the dishwasher.

"How can it not be that-" Yelena tries but Y/n cuts her off sharply, "Yelena. Are you here to pester me about this or are you here to spend some true time with me?"

Yelena sighs almost guiltily, "the latter."

"So drop it."

...

"Oh my god, Yelena," Y/n groans as she drops her body on the couch while the blonde whines for a second before knocking out. Pietro laughs behind them while he shakes his head, "Miss Yel over here thinking she can outdrink us both. Ridiculous."

"I told you not to challenge her, idiot," Y/n says as she starts taking Yelena's shoes off and Pietro passes her some sweats for Y/n to change the Russian into. Pietro shrugs before turning around to give the two some privacy, "that's what she gets for challenging me first."

Y/n can't help but chuckle lightly, remembering how Yelena went all up on their faces saying she can outdrink them both combined, "you're so mean."

"This might be a wake-up call for Miss Yel," Pietro jabs again before going into the bathroom to change and get ready for bed himself.

It was the end of the first week of their vacation and Y/n felt bad that she had been way too busy during the week with work that she couldn't take them out anywhere. Therefore, Y/n decided that a night out in the city this Saturday would be nice and it'll be her way to finally show the two around her current city.

Natasha had called them in the middle of the week right before she purchased her plane ticket to come to Seattle for the remainder of Yelena's and Pietro's stay. The redhead told them that she was too jealous of the thought of the two being with Y/n so she impulsively asked for a week off of work to come and visit, then she'll come to fly back to NYC with Thing 1 and Thing 2.

The redheaded Russian will be landing tomorrow, Sunday, and Y/n only hopes that Yelena does not have a nasty hangover in the morning since they all have to wake up at 6 am to pick up Natasha from the airport. Although, they can always leave Yelena to sleep while they pick up Natasha.

Y/n is truly considering leaving the two at home while she goes and picks up her other Russian sister, maybe a time alone with them two would be nice, Yelena surely needs more time to rest. And that was the plan of action she decided on right before she floated to dreamland.

The next morning, Y/n slips out of her apartment at 5:45 am without waking anybody else up. She stops to grab some coffee before she starts her drive to pick her sister up, she didn't have to wait for long before Natasha came rushing out of the airport into her arms.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much," Natasha mumbles into Y/n's hair as she hugs her sister tightly. The moment was so touching that they both couldn't help but get teary, "I missed you so much more," Y/n mumbles back to her.

Natasha then slaps the back of Y/n's shoulder lightly with an accompanying teary chuckle, "then you should call more or better yet come fly out to see me asshole."

Y/n pulls away with her own watery chuckle as she wipes her face, "trust me if I could find time to fly out to you-you know I would in a heartbeat."

Natasha narrows her eyes at her before sighing in contentment, "I know you would. Fuck, come here." Natasha pulls her into another tight hug and after a few minutes they eventually drove off.

"So where are Thing 1 and Thing 2?" Natasha asks while she sips on Y/n's coffee making the latter roll her eyes playfully. "Well, I've been busy all week that I haven't been able to show them around so I thought a night out in the city last night would have been nice. It was an amazing night until Yelena ran her mouth and started stating how she can outdrink Pietro and I combined."

Natasha laughs in disbelief, "let me guess, Pietro told her she can't and they challenged each other."

"Uh huh and about two hours later, Yelena was blacked out drunk that I had to carry her back to the apartment," Y/n states as she shakes her head.

"And Pietro was basically acting sober?" Y/n nods at Natasha's guess. "What an idiot," Y/n couldn't help but laugh.

The two catch up with what's been going on in their personal lives as they drive to Y/n's apartment and Y/n was thankful that she ultimately decided to pick Natasha up on her own. This is what she needed, just normal friends catch up. No teasing, no innuendo, and she knows those types of comments will eventually come throughout the week but she's happy that it isn't how this reunion had started.

The redhead knows enough not to push on particular topics and she knows when the right moments are when to do so. Y/n is equally close with everyone in their friend group, but she does confine in Natasha in more detail including her actual emotional state regarding certain subjects. Natasha was someone Y/n knows she never has to hide from, someone she knows she can truly be 100 percent honest with and not feel like she ever has to walk on eggshells with.

...

Wanda Maximoff

"Pietro, you ready yet?" Wanda asks annoyingly as she knocks at her bathroom where her brother has been getting ready for the last hour. "What does a man have to do in the washroom to get ready for this long?"

Pietro suddenly opens the door with a smug face, "beauty takes time sestra, but it's okay I know you wouldn't know."

Wanda's jaw drops and watches as Pietro walks away from her, "excuse you little shit. Honestly, you've been hanging out with Yelena way too much. She's rubbing off on you."

Pietro chuckles, "I mean we did just get back from vacation so."

The twins start walking out of Wanda's apartment to the elevator, "oh yeah, where did y'all go again?"

"Visited Y/n," Pietro says nonchalantly as he walks into the elevator. The silver-haired man watches as his twin freezes for a moment and only snaps out of it when the doors started to close. Wanda squeezes in right before it closes, "you what?"

"Yelena and I went and visited Y/n for two weeks and Nat joined us for the second week and then the three of us flew back together." Pietro subtly watches his sister's reaction.

"Cool cool," Wanda mutters and Pietro raises an eyebrow, "cool?"

"Yeah, cool." Wanda says with a bite in her tone. "Okay," Pietro shrugs and exits out first once the doors were open again.

Wanda follows her brother while she tries to get a hold of her emotions. She's jealous at the fact that her other friends and her brother got to visit Y/n, meaning that they've been in constant contact with her while Wanda herself hasn't heard anything in months; and she wasn't about to be the one to reach out first.

Although, simultaneously she was still mad at Y/n for breaking her heart and a part of her just don't want to hear about her again. But underneath it all, she knows she just misses her ex-best friend truly.

Wanda never uttered a word again after that until the twins were walking to their parent's grave. It was the twins' parents' death anniversary and every year they come here to celebrate in the first half of the day. It felt weird this year because Y/n usually goes with them to visit their parents since the Maximoff's treated her like they were their own.

"Who? What? Where did those come from?" Wanda asks confused after she spots the nicely decorated potted flowers all around the graves. The twins walk a bit closer and Wanda's confusion only grows tenfold, who put those here? She never ordered flowers for their parents. Pietro lays the bouquet of flowers they brought themselves alongside one of the beautiful potted ones.

"Y/n sent them over," Pietro says softly as he sits on the grass and Wanda's confusion only grows from there, furrowing her eyebrows so deeply that it might just give her a headache. "She what?"

"Come on sestra, just because she isn't in the city doesn't mean she had forgotten about them. You know how much she cares for them and vice versa," Pietro tells the redhead.

"I know, I just, I didn't-" Wanda stutters scratching her eyebrows. The redhead can not for the life of her form a proper sentence due to all of the emotions and feelings rushing around her brain.

"You didn't think she would because in your eyes she's a villain. Yeah, maybe that's something you need to reflect on," Pietro mutters with an eye-roll. He knows the true story. He knows what Y/n had said and how wrong Wanda misheard her. He also knows about the phone calls that Wanda had made drunkenly and all the contents that were said in them. He was going to yell at Wanda for what she said but he realized that she never remembered them the day after.

Pietro can easily tell Wanda about all these and hopefully straighten her up a bit, make her feel better, and not waste so much time hating someone for saying and doing something they never did. But the silver-haired man knows that wasn't his place to say, Y/n also doesn't know that Wanda doesn't remember the phone calls and she also doesn't know that Wanda had completely misheard and misunderstood what she said.

But again, that was their problem and something that they need to figure out together therefore Pietro had always kept his mouth shut although sometimes his sister pushes the wrong buttons like right now.

"Excuse me?" Wanda asks shocked. Pietro sighs shaking his head, this probably was not the time for this, "nothing. This is something we can talk about another time."

"No, tell me what you meant."

Pietro whips his head towards Wanda and the redhead almost stumbles backwards at the fire in his eyes, something that was very rare. "Wanda. We're here for our parents. I'm not going to sit here and converse about this in front of them. So no. We will not be talking about this right now."

Wanda gulps and stares at his brother for a few seconds before sitting down on the grass beside him.

"Remember the first time mama made us watch The Dick Van Dyke show?" Pietro asks her after a few minutes of silence having no trace of fire in his tone.

...

A year after Y/n left New York

Wanda was enjoying her cozy Saturday night in, having The Dick Van Dyke show playing as background noise while reading a book when she heard her phone ping a new message. She quickly glances at her phone to see a message from Yelena on their friends' group chat.

Wanda softly places her book down on her lap to reach over for her phone on the coffee table and her glass of wine. She takes a sip of her glistening white wine while she waits for her phone to unlock to show the message.

The white wine that she was in the middle of swallowing almost choked her when the message came into her view. Wanda reads:

Yel: Guess who we stumbled upon at the airport?

The redhead moves her eyes under the message and sees a clear picture of Y/n with her suitcase.

Y/n's back.

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[gottalovethegeeks]

Me (who's read Captive Prince before and is rereading it for the first time): "who was going to tell me this is so good?? Was I just supposed to know that???"

No but seriously I loved this series the first time I read it and now knowing what happens there's so much to pick out and appreciate more. I'm only halfway through the first book but my god, the tension between Laurent and Damen is just 🤌 and all the little pet names they call each other just to piss the other off?? Did not remember those and they're sending me through the roof. Also Damen being all "....he's smart I GUESS 🙄" like bitch that's the love of your life shut up.

Anyway I just had to get that out there somewhere cuz I have no one to talk to about it!

[tewwor-moving]

“You’re the biggest sack of shit I know.” Ricochet’s legitimately wheezing. Both battered arms are braced on equally battered knees as he pants through each insult. Half dressed. Still going haywire with energy, but it’s starting to tick down. Sort of.

There’s an audible scrape and rattle of metal as Jie gnaws on the specialized cuffs. Strong as his fangs are, this pair’s even tougher somehow. “Yeah— well you’re the fucking worst at detaining—“

“Have you fucking met yourself?” His voice soars in exasperation. Droplets of sweat flicks from dampened curls as Ricochet gestures at the stupid dog’s direction. Usually, he’s not one to speak this much. But there’s something about Jie that just brings it out of him. Anger, mostly. The same sort if anger that began as fear and.. “You do some stupid shit that gets you fucking killed, only to come back like the most backwards ape known to man!”

Petulant silence is put up in response to the very accurate detailing, save the continuous chewing of teeth on chains. Doesn’t even matter if Jie did have something to volley back, anyways. Ricochet’s on a verbal assault and there’s nothing that’ll stop him now.

“Just because you can fucking come back to life, doesn’t mean you should be taking stupid ass risks. You know how fucked in the head you are after. We’re lucky this time that you actually remember this soon. You’re fucking lucky I had help with the feds before they do fuck knows what with you— wait.” Dark eyes narrow in realization and he’s not fucking happy about it. Not one bit. “How much does she know?”

The attempts to be free stop. Jie pointedly avoids meeting Ricochet’s gaze even if his jaw ticks in irritation.

“You stupid fucking pi—“

“It wasn’t important. Things shouldn’t have lasted— I shouldn’t care.”

“But you do.”

“…” Jie’s teeth grind even harder, but his shoulders drop an inch. “But I do.”

Tak-tak-tak!

Both stiffen at the interruption. Only one other person should know about this location, but just in case… A silver key’s tossed Jie’s way as Ricochet draws his gun. Two hard knocks of his own land on the bolted door. Now they await the last sequence before determining who it is.

IT TAKES SEVERAL HOURS for persephone to find them. long enough for the shakes to die down, for her to shower off all of the gore, and for her to down a quarter of a bottle of jim beam followed by an entire thermos of black coffee. on a stakeout once, edith once asked them why they didn't just mix the two together. persephone responded by wrinkling their nose in distaste. "eugh. i'm not an animal."

edith, pointedly, did not respond to that.

she's not enough of an idiot to take painkillers after blasting her stomach lining with alcohol and coffee, but fuck, her head is pounding. they opt for a black baseball cap instead, to keep the sun out of their eyes on the journey over, and at the last minute decide to match it with a more civilian outfit. the dark gray jeans are torn at the knees and made of a stretchier denim than the usual, for ease of climbing, and a black racerback tank top layered over a sports bra serves well for both unexpected combat and blending into ground-level surroundings. it leaves the arms exposed, but she's not worried about that. finally, they pull all of their hair over one shoulder and weave it into a long, roping braid, as the base of her usual ponytail tends to bump against the back of a baseball cap and loosen it over time. not ideal when you're jumping rooftops.

it's a rare thing for persephone to think about her clothes at all. she owns mostly black shirts and leggings, all cheap basics you can get in ten-packs from costco — primarily because you go through a lot of clothing when you're getting shot and stabbed as frequently as they do. occasionally, she makes the effort to put together a civilian outfit with a touch of personal taste to it. (drawing attention to this little glimpse of personhood may get you punched.) today, it's functional: the leg wound isn't severe, but it's bad enough to impede climbing. which means she's going to have to travel on ground level.

after a brief text conversation with ricochet from a burner, persephone steels herself for the spike of paranoia and slips out the back door of the warehouse, a reflective worker's vest over the shirt to give her some semblance of invisibility. they shed it and stuff it into a trash can on the street, then heads down an alleyway where the car is waiting. having a driver helps her function when the paranoia gets bad, but she's not stupid enough to ask sage to meet her at the hideout — anyone watching will know something's going on there.

sage doesn't ask — they never do. instead, they ramble on about a bad dating app encounter, and seph tunes their voice out until they arrive. she's too exhausted to snap at them. and, quite frankly, too worried about jie.

once ricochet has wrestled the tiangou into some clothes — and gotten up to whatever terrible shenanigans they've gotten up to since then — there's an aggressive tak-tak-tak on the door.

[damagedcoda6669]

Can you tell us about your OCs?

I was never too much into the birdieverse until recently, so I don't know if the characters were properly introduced. They all look interesting though!

sure thing!!! ^w^

i have an upcoming webcomic called seths deadly sin, abt a missing teen who ran away from home (june nguyen) who goes 2 live with a homeless dude living in an abandoned house (seth stevens) and they both fall in love and quickly develop a toxic relationship. they bond over childhood trauma and mental illness and start 2 enable eachothers unhealthy coping mechanisms, which leads 2 them both getting worse. theres also the supporting characters anya, michael, sylvia, and luna, but they come in later so i wont say much abt them yet >:3

i also have a handful of sonas, pessi mystic who just kinda exists 2 represent me

bloodlust, my fursona!!! hes a goat demon from hell, but beyond that he doesnt rlly have lore or anything

idot boy, my hypersexual demon sona. he has a fucked up love square with my other sona ecifircas and two of my qpps sonas!!! hes dating my qpps sona eros, but ecifircas has a crush on him and hes ecis favorite person

ecifircas, my bpdsona. he has a crush on idot boy but cant be with him becuz idot is in love with eros, while my qpps bpdsona epis longs 4 ecis attention and stalks him

[skrrts]

Hey, are you busy right now? ft. MINGI (drabble series)

✧ gn! reader x song mingi ✧ genre: non-idol, slice of life, fluff, dating, video call ✧ word count: 687

You tried your best, really, but after hours of studying, you can't read another page. Calling your boyfriend seems like a good idea for a small break: Mingi doesn't even know why you are still lingering over your books... you should be here with him now because your boyfriend feels a bit neglected with his daily dose of cuddles.

When the pouty face greeted you the moment Mingi answered the call, you already knew what was on his mind. It was true, the two of you had not seen in person for a few days because you just had been too busy, studying, preparing presentations, and working your part-time job.

It wasn't as the two of you did not call every day, in fact, Mingi always did so first thing in the morning. He was always killing you with his soft, raw voice in the morning that said your name in this specific way and waited then patiently for you to tell him how much you loved him. You could hear the smile on his lips any time and then cutely return the same words back to you.

"Y/N; why are you still studying? I was waiting for you'd maybe randomly show up, so we can have dinner together and play some video games," he sighed and relaxed back into the chair.

You rolled over on your bed and got comfortable: "Sorry... That sounds much nicer than reading another page, you know I'd love that."

Mingi rolled his eyes dramatically before he grinned: "Well, it's easy then. You get dressed and come over. We can't do it at yours, you just gonna go back studying once I fall asleep. How can I sleep without my pillow?"

He was standing up now, carrying the phone through his tiny apartment and opening the cabinet: "Look, I got all of your favorite flavors of ramyun here. I read when you study lots, you have to eat lots, something about needing more energy than for a gym workout session."

He placed two cups on the counter and carefully placed the camera down so you could watch how he knelt down a little, scribbling his and your name on each cup with a little heart by each side.

"See? This is our dinner, now all that is missing is you."

You chuckled: "Oh Mingi, what am I supposed to do with my attention-needing boyfriend?"

"Come and give him attention. He gives really great hugs, you know? Ah, did I tell you he is especially handsome?" He was putting his hands cutely around his face in an attempt to convince you. Not that it would need any convincing.

"He truly is, and I admit, some cuddles do sound really tempting now."

You lurked over to your books and stretched: "Alright, give me an hour. I have to change clothes and take a shower.

Mingi smiled like a happy puppy: "You will come? I will prepare ramyun! And pillows, lots of blankets! Should I get snacks?"

You grinned cheekily: "Comfy bed will do, I have been promised amazing cuddles after dinner."

Mingi winked: "Count on it, you won't ever want to return to those boring books once you cuddled with me."

As if you wouldn't rather spend your free time with him anyway. It was exactly why Mingi already knew not to come over when you really tried your hardest to study, he wanted to help and the both of you could not deny he was very good at distracting you.

Sitting on his lap while you watched random videos together, he just found it comfortable to have you so close to snuggle his face against your hair and place little kisses on your cheek.

On days when he felt stressed, this was the best way to help him relax and you just loved to be with him.

"I love you, idot," you smiled and waved to the camera.

Your boyfriend waved cutely back: "Your very cute will wait here for you, love you! Oh, wait!"

There was a pause and you pulled your finger back from ending the call and you saw Mingi leaning in, staring until your cheeks were a little red: "What is it?"

"You are beautiful".

Oof, this guy! You rubbed a hand over your cheek: "Ah, you! Tch, if you keep distracting me, I won't make it to you."

He grinned, winking to you: "Fine, I shall be patient. Be careful on the way, yeah? See you soon."

[watermelonlovershigh]

Can you write something where y/n is insecure about having a bigger vagina. maybe its during sex or when she's drunk or really however you want to write it.

Drunk Insecurities /blurb/

AN: i've had this in my inbox for a while and found the motivation to finally write it. i hope you enjoy. i know i said my next fic was gonna be a smut but when i thought about how i'd write this, i didn't see smut appropriate for my vision. hope that's okay. remember our bodies come in all different shapes and sizes and they are all beautiful. and remember to leave you feedback : ) also the words are orange rather then yellow in my authors note because tumblr must have took the yellow color away. i can't find it. 😭

This story contains: talks of what vaginas look like, insecurities, being drunk, mentions of sex, fluff

{ husband!harry - softrry - any harry era - non famous harry }

word count- 1,022

As Harry tries to bathe you in the shower after a night at the bar with some friends, you have a drunk meltdown with the thought that he thinks negatively about how your vagina looks.

You were currently drunk in the shower. Your husband Harry was in there with you, holding you upright and helping you wash off the smell of booze that lingered on your skin. You'd went out to a bar with a couple of your other married friends and now it was two in the morning and Harry's trying to help you get ready for bed. Key word, trying.

One thing to know about a drunk Y/n was that you get very emotional. You're an emotional drunk. Some people get silly when they're drunk. Some people get sleepy when they're drunk. Some people get sick when they're too drunk. But you, you'll burst into tears at every little inconvenience or negative intrusive thought.

Like right now, as Harry tries to wash over your body while also holding you upright, you burst into tears for the tenth time in a span of an hour. "Baby, you've gotta calm down f'me. Don't want you to make yourself sick from all the cryin' you're doin'. Then we'd have to shower you again."

"But, but," you begin though heaving breaths as you sob, "do you really like my beef curtains?" In your drunken state, you remembered a conversation you had in the bars bathroom with your friends Melony and Paige. Something about how Melony is insecure about having an "outie" vagina but she nicknamed it as her beef curtains. Then Paige saying she wished she had that problem because she's insecure with her innie. Oh the things girls talk about in bar bathrooms......

You kept quiet in the conversation because you didn't exactly want to share what your pussy looked like to your friends. But on the inside, you were just as insecure as Melony was. You know vaginas come in all shapes and sizes but what if your shape and size was unappealing to Harry. What if behind your back, he discussed how his wife had large beef curtains to his friends and they laughed. Your thoughts are totally irrational but your drunk brain can't help it.

Flabbergasted, Harry yells out, "WHAT!" Not in a mean way but in a shocked way. He's no idot. He knows what that can be slang for but he's not once looked at your vagina and thought, oh she has beef curtains. That sounds totally too offensive for Harry to ever think of saying to a women.

"Harry," you mutter annoyed, "my pussy!! Do you really like the way my pussy looks or have you been lying to me?" Now Harry knows your drunk, drunk. Sober you would never question his love for your pussy. Not with the way he treats it.

"My love, why are you askin me that right now? You know I love the way it looks, baby. I love the way all of you looks. All of your imperfections look." Harry responds as he takes the shower head in his right hand to rinse the suds off your body.

Crying again, you say, "Are you saying my pussy is imperfect?" Here we go again, Harry thinks. In your drunken state, you misunderstood his words and turned them into something he hadn't even meant.

Harry turns the water off and leads you out of the shower where he grabs a towel for each of you. He helps you sit on the closed toilet seat while he wraps his towel around his waist. Then begins to help dry you off. And as he dries you off, all Harry can think about is, are you really insecure about how your vagina looks? Or are you just super drunk.

Because in all the years of being with you, never once has he looked at your pussy and thought anything negative. To him it looks normal. Though he isn't blind with the fact pussies come in all shapes and forms, just like dicks do, but to him, your pussy is his normal. It's the only one he's had for nearly a decade and he almost forgot any other pussy even existed.

Coming out of his thoughts, Harry stands up from where he was kneeled down drying your legs, and coos gently, "Come on baby, lets go to the bedroom and get our clothes on so we can get in bed."

Now it's like you've completely forgot about your meltdown in the shower because you whine, "Can we sleep naked, pleaseee?" You don't always sleep naked. Most of the time you sleep in an oversized t-shirt and panties and Harry sleeps in just his briefs. But when you do sleep naked, it's usually after you've had sex and either you're too lazy to put clothes on or you want to feel close to one another after having sex.

So naturally, Harry's response is, "Fine, but no funny business. Your drunk, Y/n."

With no tears in sight anymore, you grin up at your tall husband and reply, "Hey, I know that. But, what about in the morning, hm?"

"If you're not puking in the toilet from how bad your hangover will be, I'll consider it, okay. But for now, lets go to sleep. I'm knackered." Harry helps you stand on wobbly legs from the toilet seat and helps you walk to the bedroom. Once in there, he peels back the duvet and sheets and carefully helps you crawl in the bed to get comfy.

Harry walks around to his side of the bed and slips his towel off before joining you in bed too. He turns the lamp off and slides over to your body so he can cuddle you. He's a big cuddler. Then before you both drift off to sleep, he whispers, "Wake me up if you need anythin', my love. Like if you feel sick or somethin'. I love you. Sleep well." Though he hopes the two glasses of water he made you drink before you got into the shower will help lesson the chances of you getting sick.

"Love you too, H." you manage to say before you're knocked out cold, loving the way his bare skin feels pressed against yours along with the alcohol in your system.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[glows-n-the-dark]

Julian is looking like a fine steak you just wanna sink your teeth into! Open shirt! Sleeves rolled up! He has a bit of height over Garak. The heat and tension building up..... GARAK! JUST BITE HIM ALREADY..... or kiss him. Which ever.... JUST FREAKING DO IT ALREADY!!!

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

i know PLENTY has been said about this scene already but im going through frame by frame to get a good cap for a thumbnail and it is actually, GENUINELY insane how much it looks like they are about to kiss. like garak moves in closer, then julian moves in closer, then garak moves in closer - one of them tilts their head a little, one of them closes their eyes - i literally can't???? deal???? with this????????

[bluehourbucky]

Question...

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: bucky has been acting suspicious so you finally ask him where he's spending his nights/ more like with who

tw: cheating; gaslighting; angst;

a/n: not proof read/ English is not my first language so pls be nice /

suffice to say this was very vagely inspired by taylor swifts song question

MASTERLIST

part 2

"IT'S JUST A QUESTION!" you yelled at your soon to be ex, Bucky.

You were in the middle of an argument with your boyfriend, who you have been suspicious of for a while, and you have finally snapped and asked the question.

"I already told you. I had reports to write." another lie has come through Buckys mouth and it took everything in you not to leave without fighting.

Bucky has been coming home later and later every night for the last couple of months, you tried to trust him, and you did at the beginning, but whatever has been going on it has been going on a while.

"How dare you lie to me! Everyone knows! Our friends look at me like I'm the biggest idot on Earth! Do you understand how embarrassing that is!?" your voice cracking, tears ready to spill.

The party you had attended last night had been the breaking point, worst of all it was your own birthday party.

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It was almost midnight and your birthday was approaching, party had been going on for two hours by now, and you were enjoying yourself.

Greetings and hugs were exchanged, lots of dancing during your favourite songs. Everything was perfect, well almost, Bucky still hasn't arrived and you were starting to think he won't come at all. A message notification gets your attention. Speak of the devil.

bucky: sorry doll be there soon love you

"Hey, you okay?" Natasha had asked you seeing your face fall. You faked a smile and pulled her to the dance floor, not in the mood to talk about it, today was supposed to be a good day.

Bucky arrives 10 minutes later, unfortunately not alone, he arrived with Sharon. Sharon has been a good friend of everyone in the group, and you liked her she was very nice to you, but recently you've had this bad feeling.

Bucky runs up to you, picks you up, and kisses you. It was easy to forget that you're angry and disappointed when he kisses you like that.

The moment is ruined when you hear people laugh. Bucky looks at the time and pulls away. You stand there feeling embarrassed, with everyone's eyes on you, you disassociate. Your hands grow cold even though you're sweating, music making you overwhelmed, but you just can't move.

Only when you feel Buckys hands on you, you're pulled back to reality. He starts leading you to the table where your cake stands, everyone starts clapping and singning happy birthday, the candles on the cake burning, their light reflecting in your teary eyes.

No one notices that they're not tears of joy, because why would they? It's your birthday you can't be sad on your special day.

You blow out the candles, and as soon as the cake is cut, you run outside to take a breath of fresh air in hopes of it calming you down.

You're not outside for long before you hear two familiar voices talking.

"Do you have to go? It's still early." Buckys voice echoes though the empty alley way, where the exit from the place is. He doesn't notice you sitting away in the corner on some empty wooden boxes, despite his senses.

"I gotta go. Tomorrow same time?" Sharon replies and Bucky nods and waves goodbye, she sits down in the uber and drives away....

You sit there trying to process this, trying to convince yourself that it's all in your head, it doesn't mean anything, but you know that's not true and you're done.

The time flies and it's time to go home, and on the way to the apartment you barely say anything, which Bucky takes as you being tired.

But as soon as you step into the apartment you finally ask

"How long have you been fucking Sharon?"

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Bucky still doesn't look at you and tries to brush you off but you weren't having it, so you pull him by the shirt.

"Look at me,when you're talking to me!" you say through gritted teeth before noticing a row hickeys on Buckys neck making you drop the shirt instantly.

You're speechless, your hand covers your mouth trying to hold off the sob that was about to escape.

Bucky also stays unmoving not knowing how to get out of this, he didn't mean to,it wasn't supposed to happen.

The first time it happened it was after one of the work parties, he was drunk, Sharon was drunk and mistakes were made. He planned on telling you but he just couldn't. You're too kind too sweet and didn't deserve to have your heart broken.

It was eating him up, but he couldn't let you find out, so after finishing a report he goes to Sharon's office to tell her that what happened the night before was a mistake and wouldn't happen again, he asked her to keep the secret from everyone. However he had found himself once again in her bed, and it just never stopped.

It's not that Bucky didn't love you, he did or that's what he kept telling himself. He didn't mean for it to go this far but now it's too late.

"I'm sorry." Bucky finally says after deafening silence that's been going on for far too long.

You're still frozen in place not knowing what to do. Bucky is the man you thought you would marry, spend the rest of your life with. You were sure he was the one, all the smiles and laughs he gave you, the late night kisses, the pillow forts, the promises.... Everything crashing down on you all at once.

"How long? Please tell me the truth, you owe me that much." Your voice just above a whisper.

"Four months."

Buckys answer doesn't surprise you, but it does break you. You don't say anything just nod and start to pack your bags. Bucky doesn't do anything to stop you, he just stays out of your way. And you leave without another word.

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/month later/

It took a while for you to get used to living alone, since you've been living with Bucky for the last 3 years. You hadn't had the time to mourn the loss of you relationship as you were too busy adjusting.

There were unfortunately things you had yet to pick up from yours and Buckys place, and today was the day you're finally going back, for the first time since that day.

As much as it hurt you to go back you really needed your stuff. You text Bucky you're close and he replies with an okay. If you had kept your key the night you left you wouldn't have to see him but alas.

"Hey." Bucky openes the door and greets you, but you just walk past him towards the bedroom.

"I hadn't touched anything. I haven't even slept in our bed." you cringe at the words *our bed* but still say nothing.

Bucky hovers around the door watching you pack, which makes you nervous, not an emotion you ever thought would be caused by him.

"Are you still with her?" you shamefully ask while picking up a dress Bucky got you for your first anniversary, deciding it was better not to bring it.

"Yeah." Bucky says quietly opting not to lie, even though you wish he had lied.

"That's nice. I'm sure that's suitable." you reply swallowing hard.

It doesn't take more than half an hour to pack the rest of your stuff, you pick up the suit case and look around, your heart breaking more every passing second.

Bucky asks if you need help, you deny it quickly and head for the door.

As soon as door opens, you walk out without turning around or saying goodbye. He doesn't deserve it and you both know it.

|the end|

part 2

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[eldritch-spouse]

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Imagine Santi's perfect match is that poor bastrad's friend.

The monster is just ranting about getting their heart broken by Santi and is mad at both Santi and their friend. Their mad at their friend because they did the one thing she told them not to do, never fall in love with a thot and their mad at Santi because he could've just been profesional and let them down gently instead of absolutely oblitirating their existence over text (lmao Gallon).

So one day she sees Santi working so obviously she goes over there to confornt him, "I know your buisness doesn't include any emontional factors but you don't have to be such a cold blooded bitch when you rejected my friend. You could've just said no like-" and she goes on a yap session about why she think what he did was wrong.

I think Santi would be overjoyed but also annoyed, like yay my match, but also why is she on my buisness, did my old client send her?

["How DARE you not date my pathetic wet cat friend??!??"]

While Santi would usually be pretty direct in these cases, telling you that his policy and limits are very clear, and that you need a day in his shoes (or lack thereof) to understand what it's like to deal with people who just can't buzz off or think that they're now entitled to his time and affection-

He's not even annoyed.

All the calmness in the world seems to be channeled by the incubus while you point your finger so hard at him you're almost touching him. Not very bright of you, a lesser demon might have snapped it. Santi insists that the two of you sit down to talk over this.

Then come the excuses. See, he has to be mean. When someone gets as in love as your poor (idotic) friend, a simple "I'm not available for a relationship" won't work effectively and neither will a "Piss off", the demon has to hurt them deliberately so that the rose-colored lenses shatter. Would you really prefer it if Santi had gently turned your friend down, only for said friend to keep trying over and over, getting their self-esteem destroyed in the long process? He was quick and merciful, if you think about it.

Ir's definitely very bizarre that he keeps looking so lovingly at you during this conversation. It might even make you guess that's why people keep falling in love with him, because he makes those swoons and sighs and casts infatuated eyes at his clients. But no, in this instance, they are as sincere as it gets. And Santi will try to hurry this conversation along so he can convince you to have him for the night. To see for yourself that there's no reason for someone minimally intelligent to fall in love from his services.

Though, naturally, the challenge is only a ruse, and Santi will treat you in a way that'll keep you addicted to him, coming back over and over, so that he has time to form a bond, to explain the concepts of matching to you. This will be more complicated than usual, he acknowledges it, but like Hell he's giving up.

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading, 14th of March 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 14th of March, 2024

Question: Is Harry blackmailing his father or holding something over his father?

Note: This came about as @ladykinrannoch and I were pulling cards on questions as we chatted to each other on DM, and something came up that suggested that Harry was holding something over his father, so we decided to investigate further.

Note Two: Lady Kinrannoch drew cards on this question at the same time that I did, but she asked from Camilla's perspective. You can find her reading and interpretation here: https://www.tumblr.com/ladykinrannoch/744857257180872704/reading-aging-camilla-what-is-the-cause-is?

Interpretation: I think he might be, surprisingly (I thought the answer would be no).

Note: On reading this over, it seems to go off into conspiracy theory territory. I am sorry! I will return to my more 'normal' readings tomorrow.

Card One: The Empress

This is the card of the female ruler, i.e. Queen Camilla, the mother, the wife to the Emperor (again Queen Camilla), and generally a card of fertility, abundance, pregnancy, and so on. It represents the planet Venus, the planet of love, relationships, and money.

The energy from this card is mainly that of Queen Camilla, which tells me that whatever is happening here, it concerns the Queen. Harry may be blackmailing/holding something over her as well as his father, or instead of his father.

The mother/wife/pregnancy energy makes me suspect - and this is me, not the cards - that Harry is threatening to reveal the truth about his children and their conception (i.e. by surrogacy) in a way that will implicate King Charles, essentially saying that his father was complicit in the whole thing, it was his father's idea etc.

The other thing it could be is something about Queen Camilla as the wife of King Charles, so something about their marriage.

The clear energy is that of Queen Camilla, so she is definitely involved in this somehow.

Card Two: The King of Wands.

This card is a puzzler. It is usually my card for Meghan, as she is a Leo, but I am not getting her energy in any significant way here. It is present as a minor energy, but far stronger and dominating it is the energy of a man/a masculine energy, and that energy has an almost Machiavellian feel to it It feels like someone who has a very likeable and approachable public face, but underneath that face they are scheming like mad. The saying "Angel abroad, Devil at home" comes to mind. I know that Meghan fits the criteria but this honestly does not feel like her. This is someone who is clever enough to pull off their schemes without the public suspecting anything.

This card is a puzzler for me. I don't know what this energy s doing here next to Queen Camilla.

Energetically, this card is linked to the Two of Wands below, so whatever Harry is planning, I think that this man has a hand in it / is using Harry as a 'useful idot' or something like that.

Card Three: The Ten of Cups

This is a card of emotional satisfaction, living happily ever after. It is also my royal wedding card as it shows the wedding of Eros and Psyche on Mount Olympus.

The energy of this card in this reading is wedding energy - a wedding between two people who enjoy each other's company and who find emotional contentment in each other.

I think this is the wedding of King Charles and Queen Camilla, possibly the first one with the civil ceremony, but definitely the second one which was also the coronation and as close to a full royal wedding as they would get.

Whatever the secret is that the Empress card holds, it has something to do with the marriage of King Charles and Queen Camilla and their coronation (Charles as King, Camilla as Queen Consort). The coronation was also when King Charles was 'married' to Great Britain as its King.

That is all I am getting from this card - wedding energy, marriage energy.

Card Four: Death

This is the card for Scorpio, the sun sign of The King, and I am definitely getting his energy here.

It is also, in a general sense, a card of transitions, of changes that can't be undone, of moving from one state to another with no way of going back (e.g. once you have given birth you can't go back to never having given birth). I am getting that energy as well - of a change that is permanent, a move from one state to another state.

Death is also the card of death , literally.

This is about King Charles. Something is going to happen, or is planned to happen, or is being threatened, that involves The King changing his status somehow. On the card, my eye is drawn to the people supplicating the Death figure with gifts - the change may come about because of the people asking for it.

The change may also be literally the Death of the King, in the sense of abdication (one king stepping aside and another taking his place).

I'm not getting much else from this card - just King Charles and change.

Card Five: The Nine of Pentacles

This card is about wealth and status, having enough wealth to live comfortably and securely. It is giving me so much smug energy, Harry's energy, a very satisfied 'I got what I wanted energy". It is turning my stomach, to be honest. It reeks of smugness, a sense of superiority, and someone patting themselves on the back almost constantly.

If Harry is holding something over his father, then he has been well paid for doing so and he is very pleased with himself about it. he could also be using whatever it is he is holding over his father to stop his status from being diminished, i.e. to stop the removal of his titles.

I can't stand the energy of this card any longer so I am moving on.

Underlying Energy One: The Two of Wands

This is a card of planning, deciding what to do and when to do it (and if you want to do it). It can also be a card about stepping out of your safety zone into something new.

The card shows Jason standing in front of Charon's cave. Chiron is the centaur on the card for the Hierophant, so for me the cave here represents the BRF. Jason represents Harry, he is outside the cave, so not part of the BRF. The Wands Jason/Harry is carrying are his way of lighting a way back into the cave, or of forcing entry into the cave, or even of making his way in the outside world (for example, Harry's use of his connection to royalty over the past years).

The energy of the card is of someone making a forced entry back into the BRF/the cave. I feel as if Jason/Harry is threatening to use the Wands to burn/hurt/destroy anyone who stands in the way of his re-entry.

Wands can be PR, so this card is telling me that Harry is absolutely threatening to tell something and spread it far and wide via PR, something that he can twist to burn/destroy the BRF, and he is using that to try and force his way back into the BRF (if you take me back I won't tell).

This card is linked to the King of Wands above it. The King is the mastermind/instigator, and the Two of Wands (Harry) is the drudge/peasant that carries out the work/plan.

Underlying Energy Two: Eight of Cups

The Eight of Cups is a card about walking away from something. The card shows Psyche, stripped of all her earthly possessions (the eight cups), descending into the underworld.

The energy of this card, very strongly, is of someone walking away from something. I don't think Harry is the one walking away. It feels like what Harry is threatening to tell and distort will be blown into such a scandal that someone else will be forced to walk away from a position that they currently hold.

I drew a clarifier, asking 'who will be walking away', and the card was Judgement, which is the card of Pluto, the ruling planet of Scorpio, and so indicates the King, who is a sun sign Scorpio.

Judgement is a card of being judged by other people, so it looks like the King will be faced with cries for him to step down if this scandal breaks. It is also the card of second chances, so maybe the King will be given a second chance, or he might feel that he is forced to step down as monarch (which I really do not want to happen).

I could also read this as Harry trying to force his father to step down as King, but 1) I do not want to believe that and 2) I have sinking feeling in my stomach that it may come to that in the end. If so, it may be as a result of the health of the King, as the descent into the underworld shown on the card could be a decline in health. It could also be the King taking this secret with him to the grave, i.e. stopping it coming out at whatever cost.

Conclusion:

This is the second time I have asked this question of the cards. The first time I got a definite yes, and I will post that reading after this one (it was a one card reading, so it will be short).

This time, instead of a yes/no answer, I received a story.

The energy behind the story is that Harry is trying to force his way back into the BRF, and his plans to do so either involve The King walking away from his position (abdicating), or will create such a scandal through PR (Wands) that the King will be forced to walk away from his position (he may just have to go into hiding until the scandal blows over, and if the scandal happens then I hope that is the outcome). There are indications energetically that Harry is being manipulated by a person who appears as the King of Wands in the spread (not Meghan, although the card also carries her energy).

Above these plans, we have two stories:

The first involves a wife/mother pregnancy energy, the king of wands as Meghan, a Leo, and her pregnancies/motherhood, a royal wedding, a change to another status, and being financially secure. I think that this is part of what Harry may be holding over his father - I'll tell everyone that you helped me hide the surrogacies because you were desperate for me to have an heir etc. It could also be hinting that the Harkle marriage, which led to Harry changing his status to a royal Duke and having a bigger house etc, was allowed because Meghan said she was pregnant (and she then had to make good on that statement), or something like that.

The second story, which is the dominant energy, involves the marriage and coronation of Camilla and Charles. There is a King of Wands involved in this, a man, and I have no idea who he is, but he is scheming against them. Something about the wedding or the coronation or the marriage is going to be used to try and force a change of some sort that leaves Harry in the possession of a lot of money and very smug about it.

Edit to add: So, I think that yes, Harry is blackmailing his father (or wants to blackmail his father), that another person is involved and is the 'mastermind' behind it all, and that the blackmail involves either or both of Meghan's 'pregnancies' and something to do with the marriage or coronation of King Charles and Queen Camilla. If the blackmail/plot/plan goes ahead and is successful the result will most likely be the abdication of King Charles and a lot of money for Harry (and possibly an increase in wealth).

Sorry if this reading is unclear, the energy is more like a set of current energies that may form a coherent story in the future rather than one that is happening now.

I am going to have to look into this further in the future as the energy is not the clearest. Hopefully, that means that everything I have seen here is still at the vague and fuzzy stage in terms of manifestation, and it won't come to pass.

[kumezyzo]

more streamer!reader with bf!sapnap cause i so desperately need it and i promised to get out the christmas cooking stream...

i started writing this like two weeks ago and im just now getting it out cause im so good at procrastinating 😁 but its also kinda short mb

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap that doesnt really listen to you when you tell him hes not doing something right. he will just look at you and forget that you scolded him in the first place.

"nick, you realize you cant put a metal bowl in a microwave, right?"

"huh?" he looks over at you. your face holding a concerned expression as you look at the bowl in his hands. hes silently just thinking about how you called him nick instead of sapnap.

"wait, HOW did you say microwave?"

bf!sapnap that has to remind people at the beginning of the stream that it was your one year anniversary last month. and your one year of being official meeting in person the past week.

bsf!george who randomly starts playful arguements with you. or even just teases you when you and nick are standing near eachother.

"wow, are you two gonna get married now?"

"i dunno, george. are you and dream gonna fuck soon?" you ask pointedly without looking up from the cookie your helping nick cut out. "or profess your undying love to eachother?"

bf!sapnap who would get really angry or sad if your embroidered gingerbread character on his apron got dirty.

"dream!! you got flour on yn!!" he would scream running to the sink to try to wash it off. you would be standing across the room, looking down at yourself in confusion

"your such an idot, sapnap," dream would tell him, shaking his head and laughing.

"oh...i thought you actually meant on me-"

and

"who the fuck got frosting on yn!?" he would scream again, stomping over to the sink to wash it off.

"baby, its orange..." you tell him, glancing at george and dream from across the island, trying to hide your smile.

"and?"

"youre the only one using orange..."

bf!sapnap who feels bad when you start running around, trying to clean up the mess they made from decorating the cookies.

"yn, just leave it."

"no, its fine," you tell him with a smile. "i need a clean working space."

"but-"

"nick, let me clean."

dream kinda helps dw

bsf!dream who accidentally bumps into you, causing you to turn around and pretend to square up to him.

"come at me bro!" you say, looking up at him and standing in front of him.

he looks down at you and puffs out his chest and flexes his arms. you do the same and squint your eyes up at him.

"what? got nothin to say?!"

he then lightly pushes your shoulder and you dramatically stumble backwards. you place your hand on your 'wounded' shoulder and look at him in betrayal.

"h-how could you...?"

"you guys are so stupid-"

bf!sapnap who holds your waist when hes has to get past you. or just reaches out to touch your hip if there is space to walk by. or lightly pats your ass when he walks away from standing next to you.

"chat is saying sapnap slapped yn's bum," george says in disgust covered by an accusatory lilt.

"i dont know what theyre talking about," nick says, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.

"wait, chat, is that true?"

"i bet he did," dream comments, ammused.

"wait they're saying he did!"

bf!sapnap who says the gingerbread house he's making is what you two are gonna raise your kids in.

"peaches, this is our house."

"our? as in you and i?" you ask looking at the mess of cookies and frosting.

"and these are our kids..." he says concentrating on putting two m&ms on the front lawn of the sugary house.

"wait, kids-"

chat! who asks about why nick calls you peaches.

"yeah, thats an amazing questions, actually," george says, looking up at you two.

the two of you glance at eachother before looking back down at your gingerbread houses.

"wait, what was that look?" dream asks with a laugh.

"i dunno. nick, you tell them," you say trying to keep your face neutral. "im not the one that came up with it."

"wait, nick, dont you also call her mamas?"

"dream, shut the-"

bf!sapnap who hugs you from behind when he sees how sleep youre starting to get.

"are you tired, ma?" he whispers in your ear.

"no... im good," you say, smiling with drowsy eyes.

he kisses the side of your head and gives your hip a little tap before moving to stand with dream.

i actually kinda like this one. i mightve made reader too much like me so im sorry... yea idk i like it so... yeaa...... comment, like, reblog idfk -Nony

[starlight-n-shit]

Was just thinking about my taste in fictinol characters and how funny it is sometimes. for exanple my two main blorbos currently are Thranduil "he is so beautiful and majestic and lovely and perfect and cunty and i love him" Oropheren, and Dee "oh my god he's literally the stupidest idot ever to exist and i love him" Shvagenbagen.

[epic-arc]

Love..is funny thing!

Weiss would have called jaune on a date to compensate for the way she was treating him so the two meet and would be going to the pizzeria that she recommended for her to go and she was looking at the same commented on her favorite movies and was getting blushing and irritated.

Weiss: Whatever! You're just a loser idiot!

Jaune: What?! Whatever i know i'm a loser and you're a loser too!

Jaune would say that and weiss would listen and get a kind of sad expression and look down trying to divert his gaze and jaune notices that and blush a little guilty and approaches weiss.

Weiss: No i'm not...

Jaune(Mind): What? She looks so upset.. Is it my fault? Wait-she called me a loser first! Ok calm down jaune remember what ren taught you..

Jaune: There's nothing wrong with being a loser y'know?

Weiss listens and sees jaune near her and her face is completely red and with hearts in her pupils and she walks away a little hiding her face from him that contains a silly smile.

Jaune: I mean there's no point in just..Uh.. Feeling sad about it and do you still wanna go to the pizza place you promised?

Weiss would give a calm smile to jaune and poke his nose and run away letting out some laughs as he runs after confused.

Weiss: Only if you can catch me!!

Jaune: What?! Hey not fair you didnt say ready! Come back i wanna eat pizza!

The two would have their date at the pizzeria and after a while weiss would be lying on her bed playing with her parchment looking at the pictures I take of jaune and her eating pizza together until there is one that is jaune in the street playing with a dog. And when she saw this photo she felt her heart beat faster and her body warmer.

Weiss(Mind): Why do i have to like this idot so much!

Weiss(Mind): There's no way being a loser is fine..

She would remember that weiss had unintentionally smeared her face with tomato sauce and he wiped her face and then gave her a smile.

Weiss(Mind): I am in love with a cute idiot..

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ not your song !

chapter two : NOT IN LOVE

pairing : hueningkai x 6th member!reader summary : tomorrow x together, or txt, wasn't always six members, and for some unforeseen reason, it wouldn't stay six either. set in : pre-debut, skips to around late 2019 word count : 1.0k

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as the group inched closer to their debut, kai couldn’t help but notice how restless (y/n) had become. she fidgeted with her hands more, picked at her nails, and played with her hair.

not that kai was obsessing over her or anything. he wasn’t stalking the poor girl, or taking every moment he had with her to look at her. he was not in love with her. he just, noticed?

“are you anxious?” he had asked her, randomly, one day.

she hadn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything. but she did shake her head, her eyes screwed shut.

kai nodded to himself, and sat down next to her on the floor of one of the many practice rooms. it was just the two of them at the time; beomgyu and taehyun had left for some idotic reason, yeonjun babysitting them, and soobin was discussing something with a manager.

“if you’re nervous, that’s okay.” he added, mumbling slightly.

“i’m not nervous. they’re calling me the ‘fourth gen weapon’ or something stupid. i’m so far from nervous.” she laughed, a faux confident tone in her voice.

kai nodded slowly, as if to say ‘i know you want to say more, so say it.’

and clearly, she picked up on his message.

“i don’t- it’s just that my last group was pulled right before we debuted. my family was torn apart in like five minutes.” she huffed, running a hand through her hair absentmindedly.

“why? you never did tell us why love machine got pulled, and you didn’t tell us why they didn’t just put together a new group for you.”

“they are putting together a new group, i think they were just too scared i’d leave big hit, so they put me in the first group they could find, which so happened to be txt.” she grinned, playfully hitting her shoulder against his.

“why was love machine disbanded?” kai asked again, a serious look in his eyes and determination in his voice.

he was not in love with her (which tyun and gyu liked to tease him about), but he was worried about her, like any friend would be.

right?

it didn’t occur to kai at the moment to ask about the ‘new group’ being put together. (y/n) had been with txt for nearly a year now, and they were debuting in a month, so why would she have another group waiting for her?

“i don’t know.” she snapped, an upset look filling her face. “they didn’t tell me. they didn’t tell any of us. one moment we were so close to debuting, and the next we were done for.”

kai should’ve calmed her down, comforted her. she was upset, and hurt, over something that happened so long ago. that sort of pain only makers a person bitter. but kai did not do that.

instead, he simply left. grovelling about how she needed to learn to control her temper.

as the group debuted, of course, they made waves. five boys and a girl was not exactly ‘the norm’ in the industry, nor was (y/n) though.

of course, each member was set to open their own personal twitter after the success of txt within the first week, so fans could stay updated on their favorite member(s).

(y/n) was the only one who was really active on social media though, posting silly photos and updates. of course, they all got approved by management first, but fans didn’t seem to care. they still idolised their girl and her posts, making their own posts wondering what she could be ‘teasing’.

her first post, unnaturally, got a million views, nearly a million likes, and three hundred thousand retweets.

kai wasn’t aware that that many people even listen to k-pop, let alone liked (y/n).

his feelings towards her were mixed, still weary from pre-debut, yet he had accepted that she had upstaged him. he didn’t hate the girl, of course not, but it’s not like he was in love with her.

she was no taehyun, beomgyu, or yeonjun - all of whom he'd been with for nearly two years.

and she definitely was no soobin, who suspiciously gifted kai a penguin plushie on the first day of their break after the groups exhausting debut.

though kai never thanked soobin for the plushie, he didn’t know what other member would do such a thing for him. soobin was really kai's only friend during their trainee days, always sticking by the younger boys side. soobin looked out for kai. always. so who else would give kai a gift?

kai never stopped to consider (y/n), the one who went around questioning each member on their favorite animal. maybe he brushed the possibility of the girl being the gifter off because he missed beomgyu and taehyun happily thanking her for the gifts she got them.

either way, kai never stopped to think about the girl except for wondering how long she'd actually be with the group. sure, her vocals were good, and any day of the week she could out-rap any member, but her dancing was different.

he knew that not all girls could easily do boy group choreography, but even his little sister, bahiyyih, was able to mimic some of the choreo.

(y/n) on the other hand, had the choreo changed to suit her. yes, she was more flexible, and sure she wasn't a towering 6'1 like soobin was, but what was her real excuse to have the choreo differ? when beomgyu brought up the change in crown to suit a sixth member, and a girl, and how odd it was, she simply laughed it off.

"i'm not you, my dancing isn't the same as yours. we weren't trained to debut in the same style of dancing." she giggled, shaking her head.

the answer was sufficient enough for the other boys, but not for kai.

"then why are you here? or why not change your style?"

she didn't have a response for him, shrugging and continuing on with what she was doing before.

perhaps he was a bit rude with her, but he barely even counted her as a friend. when people theorised if txt were friends, family, or just co-workers, kai wanted to shout that they were a family - but he didn't exactly count her.

the other boys did, of course, but it didn't exactly bother the teen. he didn't hate her, but he was not in love with the girl. he had learnt to just be indifferent.

and he planned on staying indifferent.

©2023 — all rights reserved to hueningsloverr , please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[bookishtheaterlover7]

👸- I'm breaking my rule of not talking about them for a hot second. I know this is lengthy, but I have a lot to say about how they are trying to drum up media by using fans.

It just occured to me we, the fans whoever is left, were used again. They saw pur comments about not giving them attention and adjusted thier strategy.

We all saw the photos discusses for maybe 180 minutes and then moved on. We all know they gave us what we all said last tine was missing/odd down to her out of place (we assume cause no one could actually see the dress) outfit and ridiculous heels to a "loving" hand hold flashing the ring.

But we all went theres a picture of before a possible kiss and after a possible kiss. But somehow they missed the money shot which many of us saw as in they didnt or whatever. Then we moved on to other topics and Then 24 hours later we get a video with 2 kisses and the video of said walking out.

THE PICTURE AND VIDEO OF THE KISS WAS HELD DELIBERTLY.

They did this deliberately to make sure fans talk about them for longer. Otherwise the picture of the kiss would have been released with all the others.

They did this because fans said that they arent going to give them and the poop show attention so it can go away faster. So what do thier teams do? Split up the relases. Usually outlets would have both whoever the pics were sold too usually gers the video but regardless the video is usually released at the same time.

And robert patterson who isnt media shy with his significant other went out the back to try and leave privately while the couple that says they are private didn't find a private way to leave.

chris and ebola waited infront of the glass in a weird position then give us those two very loving kisses. (I hope you all can detect my tone here)

We all saw her smirk and Chris' other language fans know so well. And if his body language starts changing again we will know it's because we all discussed it and the lurkers saw. If his body language doesnt change, that's a point in the win collum of it bejng true. Go ship. So congratulations, we all believe it is now true love!

The truth is no amount of papwalks can convince us anything other than someone seriously is holding something over Chris because I dont see any other reason why he's being forced to change to sell it. Its one thing to show up places, but having them try and act more like a couple from him is also another sign that its a sham. We have what 2 years' worth of videos to watch how they interact to compare to, so stop trying to give notes it makes everyone looks worse.

Real couples don't change what they wear and how they hold hands and act based on what fans say. Why because its idotic to do so no one wants to pretend to be aomeone they're nkt and destroys relationships as you can be who you are. And while im assuming that was gunna be the break uo angle- blame it on the fans you can't this time. Why?

This time you can blame his fans because its not just his fans the gen public online isn't buying thany of this bull 💩. That is based on Instagram comments and website comments all which have been limited/turned off the ability to comment.

After Britney Spears being forced to say she's fine for media ( a totally diffrent aituation minus that she was forced to lie that she is ok) and after Will smith and Jada revealed theyve seen seperated for 6 years but pretend theyre together for media reasons, people don't believe a lot of what's 'saud' ??and they especially dont believe/m and questjjn Hollywood couples like they used to

I have been so proud of the fandom or rather what is left to getting rid of the lablels and limiting our discussions.

Regardless if its her pr team CAA's team who is not only Chris' (as they are invested and actually have a distribution type role (i forget the exact name) in her new movie i teams really just proved how fake everything is and that they are lurking otherwise why would everything we all said across milti platforms tumblr, instagram and lipstick queen was suddenly included in this walk.

Do you want us to be convinced it's really a real relationship and they are just in the media to drum up press for thier releases?

(She had a movie that opened 2 days ago over seas)

Do you want to prove they are a real couple?

Then don't release ANYTHING for the next 2 months. No pap walks no reels no photos no stories, no magazine or website blurbs or sources, and no photos carousel of even Dodger. Her movies is released in 2 more places one in the end of January. The other was supposed to be in February but when I just checked the date was removed. Othwewise I expect to see another dog and pony show on or around January 27th.

If we get nothing for two months including Valentine’s day and this included blurbs in mags/online or "sources". Putting nothing out there it will go a long way to convince people that they are a private couple and they are together.

If not and we get one as planned on or around the 27th....

The truth is that her career is a non starter in the usa/north america. Not everyone makes it here- we all have seen way too much of her and since that didnt get any media coverage of that scandle nothing will really get her talken about minus 1 thing:

a REAL break up article

His career is close to being the same. We all see how Chris looks and the diffrent man he is now. Some are still holding out hope that well once again see the man who tweeted if you hang out with racists you are a racist even a charity wants nothing to do with him and he did do a lot for them, we all see that and that. That's why chris' career will dissapear or be on the c or d list as the man who used to be thst superhwro guy. My Point is:

IF YOU CONTINUE TO USE FANS LIKE THIS he won't have a career to go back to and all you press agents will be dropped because he wont have mkney to spend on people.. people who helped his career go down in flames. The only way he'll really be talked about for more thsn 300 minutes is if there is a break up article with truths

Otherwise we'll see you both again at the end of January and Chris will be told to adjust/change what he did wrong.... at least hollywoof knows he can take direction... we'll see the photos first sent to obscure blogs/accounts, then an outlet and then apprently video follows the photos now because you are all THAT desperate

P.S. it's a great choice to have him get makeup done makeup job on He looks a lot healthier (no one is buying that he actually changed that much in such a small amount of time is he wearing the new Prada or Dior foundation?)

No need for me to add anything else... 👸 said her peace, and damn is it everything and beautiful!

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um what else am i currently or have ever been ashamed of or felt pressure to disavow ummm...

i liked good omens both seasons. Writing on season two couldve been better but those two actors have good chemistry & comedic timing its entertaining to watch them on screen and the little cringe love story did tug at my heartstrings a little like i do care what happens to them.

I was also very much a bbc sherlock fan during the peak of tjlc and i believed in it with all my heart and when the last episode of s4 came out i was in denial for 4 months and then i pretended id never heard of the show in my life for the following few years...hbomberguy made a whole video calling me a stupid idot loser for falling for it and it felt like a knife to the heart. & you know what i rewatched it recently with a lightened soul & no karmic debt & now recognize the pain behind the vitriol cause he was clearly also a disappointed fan though i could not see that at the time. maybe not tjlc who's to say but he loved bbc sherlock & hated himself for that once the last episode came out and we all realised it was bad its pretty obvious in the way he talks about steven moffat like an ex-lover who betrayed him. But i think its not even bad i still like it ill rewatch it and have a good time,

and yes i am a johnlock shipper. those ugly british men have a handle on my psyché though with the shifting tides im feeling like i would enjoy a wider range of pairings and themes from that show. I am generally very susceptible to outside influence when it comes to these things its part of why i find it hard to ignore when the trends oscillate wildly between loving something absolutely and hating it with a passion i find it very tiring because i feel it in my heart as if the urge came from the inside...sometimes something is just okay and its okay to like it an average amount without having to wildly overcorrect to atone for having liked it more than it deserved. maybe i was too intense about bbc sherlock and got my heart broken even though it was obvious i was projecting something that was not there on a cryptic blank screen, and so it is mostly my own fault but i don't have to hate myself for it either its all fine.

Loving something a little too much and being heartbroken when you realise it wasn't actually what you thought is painful but its part of life its not something to bury into the earth its fine....and im uncool to the extreme ive never been cool not once in my life im sort of embarrassing in most of the things i do and say and thats okay too i don't have to change because i can't anyways and besides its not hurting anyone. I'm literally a theater kid and theres something very freeing about being in the middle of a gaggle of nerds well sort of like being a tumblr blogger but the two balance each other out. I can't be cool on here because im a theater kid to my core in real life in the hamilton fan sort of way and i can't be cool in really life because im literally a tumblrina of the superwholock variety and in both there is a kind of peace and relief knowing that i will never have to be cool and am always lamer than most people around me at least in my heart of hearts...