#when Monica cut her wrist

[icat4ever]

Carl Gallagher is autistic. It all makes sense to me

[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 3

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +4.7K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, no smut (alluding to sexual situations), heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), fluff, angst, SA (touching, grabbing), mentions of dv & abuse, anxiety, trauma, physical fighting

A/N: I literally haven't written in years. I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

Big Mama Pt. 1 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 2 => 🦋

“Girl, what the fuck do you mean you haven't called this man back?” my best friend Monica snapped at me. “I just needed to let one off. I was horny and tired of going on pointless ass dates,” I said groaning back at her.

We were walking into a party her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Jordan, was hosting. There were cars everywhere, and people littered the front lawn of the small house. The music was blasting from the backyard, and the noise consumed the quaint neighborhood.

A cloud of smoke spilled from the rear of the house and engulfed the porch and lawn like a dense fog. The combined thickness of the smoke from the barbecue grill and the heat from the ocean of bodies added to the intensity of the sweltering Southern heat. I was beginning to regret my decision to wear all black.

“You need yo’ ass beat. How the fuck do you let a man dick you down like that and let him get away?” Monica asked cutting across the lawn to enter through the side gate. “I just didn't want anything else,” I said shrugging my shoulders and following her closely. She opened the gate so that we could both walk in. “Look, Monnie. I’m not ready to even entertain a man and his bullshit,” I continued as I closed the gate behind us. “You could have at least kept him as a fuck buddy, ‘Vana, like seriously. Come on. Here we are living in a world where women die never even coming close to experiencing what you did, and you just let him disappear. Are you fuckin' crazy, girl?” she turned to grab my hand.

Monica was trying her hardest to pull us through the swarm of people. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Over by the gate. Jordan's waitin’ with his friends,” she said. I used one of my hands to hold her body flush with mine while the other gently pushed people out of the way.

Once we made it to the other side of the backyard, Monnie spotted Jordan. She pulled herself from my grasp and went to talk to him. He looked down at her and smirked. He was crossfaded. I knew what this meant for me. I would have to hear them go at it like animals all night or get a hotel room. Now, I will NEVER be jealous of my girl getting hers. Don't get me wrong. It's just that Monnie sounds like a “palm-colored🖐🏻” pornstar when she moans, and I only watch Ebony for a reason.

“Ah, shit,” I said palming my face. “What?” Monnie asked with her eyes still locked on Jordan. “I know what that face means. Jordan finna turn you every which way but loose!” I laughed out loud. Monnie looked at me and burst into laughter. Jordan pulled his cup to his lips and peeked over the rim at me. “As long as Monnie baby knows,” he said peering back at her. “Oouu, shit. Don't start with me, J!” Monnie said pulling him by his collar. They were chest to chest now.

“Just go in the damn house already!” I said laughing at the two of them. They were like two feral dogs in heat. They couldn't look at each other without lust taking over. This is an everyday thing for them. “Fuck it. Bye. See ya’!” Monnie said grabbing Jordan and pulling him towards the house.

“Nasty dogs,” I said laughing to myself. I stood with my back to the fence and began scanning the party. I couldn't find anyone I knew. I saw a guy who looked slightly familiar, and I assumed he was one of Jordan's friends. I looked him over trying to see if that was the connection. He was standing in a smaller crowd of men.

His head turned slowly, and his eyes caught mine. They were deep-set and a warm dark brown. He turned his body to face me. He was tall and dark-skinned. This man's skin was ebony in every facet of the word — smooth and shiny. He bit his lip and winked at me while running his hands across his low-cut Caesar.

I smiled back at him and waved shyly. He nodded back towards me. He leaned in closer to the group of men saying something that caused them to turn around. I instantly became a little uncomfortable and self-conscious. I hated male attention when they were in groups. It made me feel objectified.

He began to walk towards me with a slow and deliberate gait. His stride was graceful yet steady. His large frame cast a large imposing shadow across the ground. His lean upper body was struggling to hide beneath the thin fabric of his white T-shirt. He appears to be at least 6 feet tall. I've never had a type, but this man was doing something to me.

I pushed my back from the tall wooden fence. “How you doin’?” he said leaning over me. His hands were in his pockets. He pulled his hands out slowly and grabbed mine. “Fine, and you?” I asked looking up at him. “Better,” he said licking his lips. They were plump and pink. My eyes followed the movement of his tongue across his lips. “That's cute, love. I kinda feel like I know you from somewhere,” I said looking away from him. “Nah, I'd remember you fa’ sure,” he said smiling.

He leaned in closer to my ear. His breath was warm against my skin. “You right about that,” I said cocking my head to the side. He leaned up to look me directly in the eyes. “You a cocky sumthin’, ain't you?” he said laughing. “I like that shit,” he continued while smiling at me. “Cocky? Me?! Never, baby. I'm just a professional shit-talker. That's all,” I said laughing into his chest. “A professional shit talker? So, you enjoy talking shit, huh? What comes with that?” he asked shifting his weight to gently push me back against the fence.

I paused for a second. I pulled my bottom lip in, biting it lightly. “Fuck around and find out,” I said barely above a whisper. I made sure I was looking him directly in his eyes before I spoke. “Oouu, you… Lord, woman!” he laughed out loud. “See. I already got you calling for the Lord, and I ain't even touched you yet,” I giggled into my hand. He used his hand to play with the frizzy hair at the nape of my neck. I chose to wear my hair in a wash-and-go, but it was being destroyed by the humidity.

“So, what would happen if you touched me?” he asked tracing small circles on my scalp. “It depends. You wanna hear God, or do you wanna see him? I can do both if I like you,” I said placing my hand on his bicep. “Damn! That's how you comin’?” he asked grunting. “And I thought I was doing sumthin' with the stars and the moon,” he said placing his hand on my hip. “Maybe you just need a little encouragement,” I said rubbing up and down his arm. “Hmm, encouragement?” he questioned while raising a single eyebrow. “You know… just a little talking to get you through it,” I said resting my hand on his shoulder.

“Talk me through it then,” he replied as he gestured for me to continue. His hands were now on both sides of my hips. “We're in public. You sure you can handle that,” he said tilting his head again. I leaned in as close as I could. “Before I continue, do you like Big Daddy or Good Boy? I need to know for my pleasure,” I asked snaking my hand to the side of his neck. I used my thumb to stroke his jawline. “What's the difference?” he asked. “Well, if I'm taking care of business, you're a good boy. However, if you're taking care of business, it's Big Daddy. Understand?” I asked gripping the side of his neck firmly. “Mmmm… shit. I think I do,” he grumbled dropping his head. “No, baby. It's either you do, or you don't. I don't like indecisiveness,” I said angling his head back up so that his eyes met mine.

“What's your name, mama?” he asked. “Havana, but you can call me “Big Mama”,” I said snickering into my hand. “I’m Xavier, so you're Big Mama, huh?” he asked sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. His eyes were narrowing in on my lips. “That's only if you're nasty,” I laughed again. “Hmm… How nasty we talking?” he asked snaking his hands around my hips. “How nasty can you get, love?” I asked locking in.

He looked up at me like he was stunned by that question. “Ok. I don't usually repeat myself, but…” I said while moving gently from his grasp. “I'll be as nasty as you need me to be. How nasty can you get?” he asked. “Well, love. It depends on your performance. Energy is matched around here,” I said watching his eyes linger on me again.

*15 minutes later

Xavier and I had been talking the entire time. He seemed like a decent guy, but I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. I honestly feel like with Terry it was a “right place, right time” situation. That's never been my forte. I was usually much more careful and selective when it came to choosing sexual partners. We both share our STD status and the current number of active sexual partners. Moreover, the condom situation was even more of a fuck up for me. I normally supply them myself, so that men can't say shit about not having one. So, when I dropped the ball as badly as I did with Terry, it shook me a little. How could I have been that fucking careless?

“Uh oh, don't let her get you in trouble,” Jordan said while approaching. “Nigga, I'm not worried about that. My shit straight. What that got to do with anything?” Xavier said turning to dap up Jordan. “Where's Monnie?” I asked Jordan. “Inside. She’ll be out in a minute,” he said giggling and shrugging his shoulders. “Ok,” I said looking back at Xavier because his response to J sounded like a red flag. What was he not worried about? What shit was “straight”? Then, why did Jordan shrug like he was saying “whatever”? Was this man hiding something?

I pulled out my phone and texted Monnie. I asked her if she knew anything about Xavier. She asked why immediately. I texted her and told her we had been outside talking this whole time. The text she sent said it all.

Monnie: RUN BITCH! GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!

I immediately thought of a lie I could quickly tell Xavier. I needed to get to Monnie now! “Shit, Monnie needs me!” I said placing my phone back into my purse. “You good?” he asked leaning in and grabbing my chin so that I could face him. “Yeah, baby. Mama's fine. Be safe alright?!” I said loudly as I walked away. “What about your number?” he called out after me. “If we see each other again, I say it was meant to be,” I said winking at him.

I quickly pushed my way towards the rear entrance of the house. The sliding glass door was slightly ajar so that people could go in and out. I entered the door and was met with a cloud of weed smoke. Fuck, I hated that smell. I walked through the house and searched for Monnie. I sent her a text asking where she was.

Monnie: upstairs bedroom

I walked through the crowded living room and crossed the space to get the stairs. I was at the bottom when I felt hands grab my waist from behind. “Where you going, fine ass?” said a man's voice from behind me. “Please, don't do that,” I said removing his hands. I continued up the stairs without looking back. “Fat bitch!” he yelled at me from below. I turned around to see who was speaking. All I could say was, “Ugh!”

I turned back around to continue up the stairs. I located the door to the room where Monnie should be. I lightly knocked on the door before entering. “Fuck are you knocking for? Bring yo’ ass in here!” Monnie yelled through the door. “First of all, fuck you. Now, spill it. Tea time, hoe!” I said laughing as I entered the room.

Monnie was sitting on the bed waiting. I closed the door and locked it. I sat on the bed beside her. I turned my body so that I was facing her. “Girl, he ain't shit. Please, tell me you didn't give him your number?” she asked shaking her head. “Fuck no! Why?” I asked removing my crossbody and placing it on the bed beside me. “Well, for starters, this nigga has a basketball team of kids. He has 4 baby mamas, and there may be a fifth!” Monnie said chuckling. “Damn, 4 baby mamas, and how many kids?” I asked leaning over to rest my head on my palms under my chin. “I think 8. We don't know a for sure number,” she said casually. “The fuck do you mean by that. Do y'all not know a for sure number, or does he not know a for sure number?” I asked eagerly. “He doesn't know himself. He be fuckin' anything that let him. That's why his ass was burnin’ last month,” Monnie said laughing and slapping my shoulder.

That's when it hit me. If I had met Xavier last month instead of Terry, I would be burnin', too. “Burnin' from what?” I asked Monnie. I was serious now. “I think Chlamydia and Gonorrhea. He apparently got it from one of his baby mamas. The only reason we found out is because he gave it to his “situation”, and she came to his house while we were there and cussed his ass out. Girl! She let him have it,” Monnie said hollering at this point. “That's so foul, bro. We were literally outside talking hot shit and getting spicy—,” I said. “Oh, he hot shit alright?” she laughed.

*2 hours later

I had left the party around midnight. As I was driving home, I remembered I needed eggs and almond milk for tomorrow. I knew there was only one store still open this late at night. I honestly didn't feel like getting out again, so I decided against it.

As I was driving, I started to see construction signs. They all read different things— “detour ahead”, ���road work ahead”, and “road closed to thru traffic”. The detour sign pointed to the right. That would throw off my entire drive because that meant I couldn't use the nearest entrance to get on the highway with the next one being miles out.

I grew annoyed but turned anyway. What choice did I have? The road was dark and empty. It was way too late at night to be forced to take detours. I was growing uncomfortable with the fact that there were no streetlights, and the road narrowed towards the end before a sharp blind curve. People weren't as careful coming around. Most hugged the middle taking up both lanes in the process.

As I approached, I slowed down almost to a stop. I slowly rolled through the corner hugging my side of the bend. Once I could see straight ahead, I noticed a truck on the side of the road. The hazards were on, but I didn't see anyone inside. As I got closer, my headlights beamed against the outline of a figure at the side of the truck near the rear tire. I could tell it was a man by the way his physique looked leaning against the truck's bed.

Getting closer, I began to watch him out of curiosity. His body leaned up, and he seemed to be turning around to look in my direction. He used his hand to shield his eyes from the glare of my headlights. That's when I saw it. The tattoo on the forearm looked like—— Terry's.

No, it couldn't be. There's no way a random detour put us in the same place at the same time again. The first time we met I wasn’t supposed to be at the store that day. I accidentally dropped all of the eggs I had and cracked them. I had a cake order to make, so I didn't have a choice but to go get more. Now, this.

I rolled down the passenger side window a little as I got closer. I cleared my throat while laughing to myself. I slowed to a stop as I got to the rear of the truck. He walked towards the car, but he didn't approach fully. “Need a ride, handsome. Don't want you out here stranded,” I said in the most country accent I could. The voice I used gave off backwoods barbie. “Nah, I'm good. Go on home,” he said trying to look through the crack of the window.

I could tell that the absence of streetlights and dark tints were working against him. He squinted a little more. “Oh, come on. I can't leave you out here with all these critters and weirdos. Might take advantage of ya’, hun,” I said trying not to laugh. “Your ol’ man let you pick up strangers this late at night?” he asked. I could sense he was becoming inquisitive. He was searching for any possible signs of this being a setup.

I rolled down the window all the way while hollering with laughter. “Who said we're strangers?” I asked him. His face displayed annoyance and relief. I saw his shoulders drop and his stance loosen. He approached the car fully leaning into the window. “Real funny,” he said smirking. “You looked scared for a second. I'm sorry. I realized it was you as I was coming up,” I replied with a smile.

“What you doin’ out so late, Mama?” he asked tilting his head. I scoffed and waited. He looked at me with a cold stare. He was waiting for an answer. I shrugged my shoulders casually. “Party with some friends,” I said hoping that he would stop staring at me so intensely. “Party, huh? I thought you didn't like parties,” he muttered under his breath. “I heard you, asshole. Yeah, a party. That's what I said, ain't it?” I said gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Watch that mouth,” he grunted lowly. His voice vibrated across the small space of the car. “Or what?” I asked looking over at him.

He stood up and pushed away from the car. He crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his body weight to one side. “I would say I'd put somethin’ in it, but me and you both know you'd like that, ‘Vana. Wouldn't you?” he shot back.

Touché, Terry. Touché.

“Coming or not?” I asked and gestured towards the passenger seat. He shook his head yes and walked towards the driver's side of his truck. He opened the door and grabbed his keys and a backpack. He walked back to my car to get into the passenger side. He opened the backseat first to place his backpack in. I could see the confidence in his step.

My eyes started to wander a bit. He was dressed in a gray T-shirt and dark-wash blue jeans. Slightly wet from sweat, his shirt clung to the muscles underneath. Every detail is etched into my memory. The deep cut of his abs. The veins in his biceps that popped out when he made even the slightest movements. The slight jiggle in his pecs.

Not this again. Get it together, Havana.

I turned to look away as he entered the car. Closing the door, he sank into the seat and sighed. “I’ve been out there for a while. Was about to walk back towards Miller to get closer to my place,” he said. I could feel his eyes on me. “Where were you going?” I asked eyes locked forward. “Randall's,” he said leaning over so that his arm was overtaking the center console. “Really?!” I asked loudly. “You'll live. Where you want me to put my hands? In my lap?” he asked his voice surging through the small space. “Or would you rather I put them in yours?” he chuckled. “Whatever!” I said pushing his chest and rolling my eyes. I put the car into gear and began to drive.

“Do you mind if I stop at Dixie? I needed to pick up some stuff for tomorrow,” I asked looking at him. “Nah. I mean it is where we first met,” he said smiling back at me. I rolled my eyes and continued to drive.

*15 minutes later

We walked through the store side-by-side. He was right on my ass. This man had no regard for personal space. “Do you have to be so close?” I asked pushing him away. “Oh, now you got a problem with it?!” he laughed throwing his head back. “Fuck you, Terry,” I said in a whisper low enough for only him to hear. “You sure you want that? You sure you can take it this time?” he questioned while getting closer to me. “You got jokes, huh? Remember this, sir. You may beat me when I'm on my back, but I can make you cry when I'm on my knees,” I said turning away from him. I heard him grunt and scoff. I peeked over my shoulder to see him smiling at me.

He walked away in the opposite direction. That was fine with me. I needed a small breather. Everything about Terry had me on edge, and the flashbacks from that night weren't helping.

I walked to the rear of the store where the dairy and produce were. I walked towards the coolers that contained the eggs. I picked up an 18-count for now and checked the crate for broken eggs. Finding none, I placed the eggs securely under my arm. I moved to the fridges right beside them to look for almond milk— unsweetened and vanilla. They were out. I moved to the next fridge and spotted regular unsweetened almond milk. Fine, that would have to do.

I opened the door to the fridge. A cold, crisp air whipped across my face. The milk rested on the bottom shelf. I leaned over to get it. As soon as I reached for the milk, I felt hands on my hips. “Hands off, Terry,” I said through gritted teeth. “Who's Terry?” asked a familiar voice. “Xavier!” I yelled almost dropping the eggs.

I whipped around and removed his hands from my hips. “Here we are again. You remember what you said? I think you owe me somethin’,” he said moving closer to me. “That was before I knew you lied to me,” I said pushing him back gently. I wanted to be assertive but not piss him off. As he got closer again, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was much stronger than it was before.

“The fuck did Monnie stupid ass tell you?” he yelled smacking his lips. “Look. She didn't say anything, love. Just…,” I said trying to push him away from me. His hands came up to my hips again. He gripped the tighter than the first time. “Hey, let me go!” I yelled. “Oh, come on. You one teasin’ ass bitch,” he yelled again slapping the eggs from under my arms. They hit the ground with a thud. The crate cracked open and egg yolks shot up all over the bottom of my skirt and all over my feet.

I tried to move again and sidestep away from his grasp but to no avail. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me back towards him. My body collided with his. He grabbed my arms and slammed me up against the cold glass of the fridge. My body bounced off from the impact.

His hand reached up as if he were going to hit me. I flinched in fear and closed my eyes. It's as if I stopped breathing while waiting for the hit to land. It never did. I opened my eyes to see Terry grabbing Xavier by his collar. They were close in height but Xavier appeared slightly bigger.

Terry pushed Xavier away from me. Terry threw the first punch immediately after. His hand collided precisely with Xavier's jaw. X’s head snapped sideways and his body flew backward. Terry watched him as he stumbled. “Don't you ever touch her again!” Terry growled closing in on Xavier as if he was going to hit him again. Xavier cowered and retreated without a word.

Terry turns back to look at me. His scowl sent shivers down my spine. “I didn't…,” I said struggling to breathe. “Hey, you okay? Mama, look at me!” Terry said grabbing the sides of my face. He angled my head so that I was looking up at him. I was trying not to cry, but I couldn't hold back the tears. “I'm sorry I froze,” I said gasping for air. “Ay, c’mere. Don't do that? Havana, breathe!” he said pulling me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me hugging me tightly. I wasn't aware of anything around me at the moment.

My thoughts were all over the place. My mind was racing, and I couldn't form a complete thought. “Let’s go,” Terry said holding my hand. He placed the other on my lower back and guided me out of the store. “Keys,” he said into my ear while leaning over me from behind. “Huh?” I said being pulled from my daze. “I need your keys, baby girl,” he said placing his hands on my shoulder.

I reached into my purse and handed Terry my keys. “I know it's late, but I don't want you driving home like this. Do you feel comfortable going with me until you feel better?” Terry said walking around me so that he was now looking down at me. He placed his hands gently on the side of my face again. “’Vana, baby. Listen. You gotta answer me, mama. I need somethin' here,” he asked stroking my cheeks. I nodded as I began to cry again.

He placed his hand on my lower back and guided me to the passenger side door. He opened the door for me to get in. I slid past Terry and sat down in the seat.

The memories I had tried to forget came flooding back — my ex. I spaced out for a second. Terry opened the door and climbed in. He adjusted the seat to fit more comfortably to his height. He leaned over one final time and kissed my forehead. “Just promise me that you're okay?” he asked softly. “Yeah, I'm… I'm okay,” I said sniffling.

*20 minutes later

I stood in Terry's bathroom waiting for the shower to warm up. I was leaned back against the sink while fighting to remain consciously present. I hated it when things triggered me and brought me back to that place. I had worked so hard to never deal with this again. All those years of therapy, and for what? How could what this man did still take such a toll on me? Tonight, I felt like I regressed tremendously.

I stood up and walked to the glass shower door. I slid it open and reached in to feel the water. It was more than ready. I just wanted to get in and wash away all of tonight—all of the egg yolks, all of the fear, all of the anxiety, all of it.

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[ddejavvu]

can you do Spencer Reid x reader who has a habit of scratcing themself when nervous??

Spencer hears your nails grating against your skin before he sees it. He hears the faint scrape of your forearm starting to sting, and meanders into the living room to find you hunched over your laptop.

Sure enough, you're scratching. Your left arm has faint white stripes on it, each one caused by a swipe of your nail.

You scratch back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, not noticing Spencer until his hand falls on your shoulder.

"Oh!" You squeak, turning your head to peer up at him, "Hi, Spence."

"Hi, Itchy." He grins, glancing at your screen, "Coordinating another meeting?"

"No one can meet at the same time," You huff, launching into a spiel, "Monica's out until Tuesday 'cause her kid's sick. Sam won't be in the office tomorrow because he's running a training course. Sophia can't operate zoom because the IT guy hasn't fixed her computer. Jana can only meet at 6:30, AM."

"Sorry, honey." Spencer croons, leaning down to kiss your temple, nudging your face slightly with his nose, "Why don't you make a sign-up sheet? A table with all the times you're available, and everyone can figure out their own schedules. They'll sign up whenever they're ready, and you can choose the time with the highest attendance rate."

"Those doctors were right," You decide, staring up at him with shiny eyes, "You are a genius."

You pop a soft kiss to the chub beneath his chin, rolled from the way he's peering down at you. He squirms as it tickles him, reaching for your hand that's paused mid-scratch.

"Time to cut your nails?" He wonders, looking at the slivers protruding well past your fingertip.

"Oh. Uh," You look sheepishly at your marred arm, skin burning hot and fiery, "Sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

"Why don't you put on a jacket?" Spencer reaches for your sweatshirt that's draped over the edge of the couch, "That way you can't get to your arm absentmindedly, you've gotta work for it."

This time, 'genius' sounds more like an insult than it did before, grumbled as you slip your head through the neckline of your hoodie. He's waiting for you as soon as you emerge from the fabric, face hovering, eyes closed, lips puckered.

Instead you lean backwards, raising your stinging arm and peeling back the sleeve, pressing the heated skin to Spencer's lips.

His eyes flutter open when he feels your smooth forearm instead of your plush lips, but he grabs your wrist with care, angling his cheek against your skin so that he can press soft, sweet, feather-light kisses to your skin. Once he's smothered the raw patch in love, sticky kiss marks littering your arm, he reaches for your chin, tilting it up to kiss you for real.

"Love you, Itchy." He murmurs against your mouth, all soft words and sweet touches.

"Love you, too, Genius," You whisper, kissing at his bottom lip, "Thanks for your help."

[scarlet-witchery]

hit 5k words on the shameless soulmates au draft I'm so fucking pumped y'all

I promised a preview so here's the beginning, I hope you enjoy it

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For as long as Ian could remember, there was a golden thread around his sister’s wrist. The same swirls were mirrored on her best friend, who also had a bold red pattern along her collarbone to match her boyfriend. Ian had seen all of those marks for years now, knew the story about how Fiona and Veronica just knew they’d be friends for life. How Vee and Kev weren’t legally married but they might as well be. They were perfect together.

He’d also seen the blue lines along Frank’s side when his father was passed out half-naked and drunk on the kitchen floor; vaguely recalled Monica flashing them all at breakfast one time to show off her own matching marks in the middle of a screaming match with her husband. Ian didn’t remember what they were fighting about—it never mattered, really, one argument turning into another into another—but something about how they were meant for each other, how Frank needed to leave that prissy bitch who can’t even handle a line of coke. Ian knew how bad both of his parents could be on their own, but how together they were even worse.

Soulmates could cut both ways. It was one of the earliest things he learned.

On Ian’s left ankle, he had an orange mark like a sunburst that matched Lip—his big brother, his best friend. Fiona used to tell them how when Ian was still a toddler, she showed Lip how to hold him. Lip in Fiona’s lap, Ian in Lip’s. Then Ian cried, and Lip knew he was hungry just like that—Fiona said that was when she saw their marks solidify, the color slowly spreading across like a sunset.

“I barely knew anything about soulmates back then,” she’d told them once over a shared bottle of beer, the three of them passing it back and forth as they sat on the couch. Some stupid reality dating show played on the TV, which was how they'd gotten onto the topic in the first place. “Frank and Monica ain’t exactly the picture of what you want outta romance, after all. But I heard some of the kids at school talk about it—brothers and sisters being your first soulmates.” She didn’t have a mark to match any of her kids, as she called them all, but it didn’t matter. Fiona was more like a mom to them than a big sister, anyway.

Ian could feel the faint trace of another mark wrapping around his left wrist, too. Another along his right thigh. Neither had filled in by the time he turned fifteen. Not that he minded—not that it mattered—because who gave a fuck about him besides his family? As long as he could remember, it’d been him and Lip against the world, helping Fiona with each successive younger sibling. Gallaghers took care of their own, after all. They weren’t the only ones to have matching marks, either; Debbie and Carl had them, too, splashes of dark green down the backs of their right legs. Liam of course was still too young for his marks to show up yet, but it wouldn’t be long now.

Fiona always said that romantic marks were bullshit, and Ian found himself agreeing with that more and more. Hell, the only people he knew that had made it work were Kev and Vee, and they seemed to be the exception to the rule. But part of him couldn’t help wondering who his other marks were a match for. He might be a jaded South Side hood rat, but fuck, didn’t everyone wonder now and again? A guy couldn’t help being curious about this sort of thing.

They always did say be careful what you wished for.

[marjoch]

MAY YOUR DEATH BE SWIFT

slowburn ellabs fic set four years after santa barbara

early updates on ao3 @ josmarch

chapter 1

In a world ravaged by an infection that seemed doomed to take over, humanity found societal connection to be the strongest line of defense. There was power in numbers. What one could do well, two could do better, and ten could do best. Almost thirty years after the initial outbreak, nearly all the remaining survivors lived in fortified towns — nearly all, as a rare few stragglers found themselves able to live on their own. And even more complex: those that lay in some in-between, finding refuge near the boundaries of towns, either inside or outside. Laramie, Wyoming was no exception to these individuals, as they had one of their own.

A dark and dismal one-story house on the outskirts of town was home to the loner. Apart from the appearance, the place had good bones, which is probably why Ellie Williams had decided to stay there instead of moving on like she’d originally planned a year ago. There were minimal furnishings inside, including an old couch and a coffee table, a small kitchen table with a single chair, and her bed in the room down the hall.

The front door burst open, then, and the inhabitant of the house stumbled in. She slammed the door behind her with her right hand, then went back to clutching her injured left forearm. The wound wasn’t visible yet, covered by Ellie’s long sleeves, but she knew what would be staring back at her when she got to the bathroom. She continued her unstable walk until she reached the room and looked into the mirror before ever addressing her ailment.

The Ellie that stared back at her was much older than she remembered. Since returning from Santa Barbara, she’d been aimlessly fighting in patrols around the state. She finally settled in Laramie, but not without a stark reminder of the Jackson she’d left: a large scar across her right eye, cutting a second parallel line through her eyebrow and continuing onto her cheek. There were less permanent details on her face such as blood and dirt, but she paid no mind, too focused on unbuttoning her shirt. She slowly pulled off the left sleeve, wincing, and let it drop to the floor. “Fuck,” she murmured, looking at the fresh bite mark above her wrist.

Ellie opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the alcohol and one of the many strips of cloth she’d rolled up and stashed away. She turned on the faucet. Running water was a luxury, and it barely worked. She rinsed the blood off of the wound and gritted her teeth as she opened the alcohol bottle. Nothing but a sharp gasp during the initial pour left her lips, a sign that this wasn’t new to her. Other signs were more physical. Now that she was standing in just a tank top, it was clear that there was evidence of other bites, mangled by acid and tattooed over by a new artist. And when she stripped down to shower the grime off of her body, they were everywhere: the branch of a palm covering up the small bite she earned in Santa Barbara, a large fern across her hip, a solar system covering a series of burns on her left thigh. She dressed her wound after putting on clean clothes, and she left the old outfit on the bathroom floor.

She was headed straight back outside, but not into battle. She had a single friend in the entire town, a woman of twenty-eight named Monica whose relationship with Ellie was tumultuous due to Ellie’s avoidance and Monica’s marriage. Born just a year after the outbreak, Monica was raised in a world that struggled to find its footing in the chaos. Ellie felt sympathetic for her experience despite not fully understanding. When Monica spoke of her upbringing, it made Ellie feel lucky. But regardless of their differences, Monica was still a skilled tattooist, and Ellie was a woman who needed a cover-up job.

Ellie grabbed her jacket and left, barely pulling it over her arms before she was out the door. The April air was still chilling to the bone, and there was snow piled up against the fence. She wondered if she’d have a decent birthday this year, if the weather would be nice by late May. Then again, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to be twenty-five.

She opted to walk to Monica’s. Ellie had acquired a pickup truck somewhere during her travels, but she didn’t waste gas if she could help it. She usually used it if she picked up a patrol shift far outside of town, because she didn’t want to push a horse to the limit. She felt bad burdening a living being. She couldn’t remember how she’d ever done it before. Her old routines had completely fallen away, and her recklessness was a symbol.

The walk was nearly a mile, but she barely felt it, acclimated to the journey. Ellie had spent many nights making the trip back in the middle of the night after Monica’s husband returned late. He knew of Ellie, but she still wasn’t sure he knew the extent of what she’d done to his wife. As far as he knew, they were friends at best.

He was at work today. Monica was tucking her toddler into bed for a nap when Ellie knocked on the front door and stood outside looking like a forlorn lost dog waiting to be welcomed back into an old family. When Monica opened the door, she initially looked pleased, but then she caught Ellie’s eyes, and just sighed. “What now?”

“Can I come in?” was Ellie’s response. Monica just held the door open for her, and Ellie entered the home. It was much more well-furnished than her own place of residence, with multiple places to sit in the living room, framed art on the walls, even a potted plant in the corner. Ellie didn’t have time to take in the familiar space before Monica cleared her throat, claiming the attention in the room. She didn’t prompt the younger woman to speak: Ellie just rolled her eyes and pulled up her jacket sleeve, revealing a gauze wrap that had nearly bled through already.

“Jesus,” muttered Monica, rolling her eyes in a mirror gesture, hers with much more tone. She was some mix of disappointed and annoyed that Ellie couldn’t quite place. “Again? I’m going to have them take you off the patrols.”

“Come on, it’s been months.”

“I’m serious, Ellie.”

“Months, I’m serious too. Come on, Monica. I haven’t been bitten since January.” Ellie pulled her sleeve back down, doing her best to hide the pain but wincing just the slightest. Monica didn’t miss a beat.

“No, I’m fucking serious. People go their entire lives without being bit, and that’s the end of the road for them. You’re just fucking around, you shouldn’t be on patrols. This is everything to some people. Get a grip.” Her words sounded harsh towards the end, and Ellie stood there for a moment, processing. Then she sighed, sounding disappointed just as Monica had before.

“I know,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen, it was an accident.”

Monica was already getting out her sketchbook. “That’s what you said last time.” She was busy flipping through for an empty page. “Do you still dream about her?” No response from Ellie, so Monica looked up after finding a blank space to draw. “Ellie.”

“No,” was the all-too-quick response. Ellie shook her head and exhaled, as if that would change the fervor in her tone. “No.”

“Look me in the eyes,” Monica commanded. When Ellie’s eyes finally met Monica’s, the older woman just sighed and began working on her sketch. “You have to stop. Either I have Geoff take you off the patrol, or—”

“I’m thinking of going south.” Ellie’s interruption stopped Monica mid-sentence. When Monica seemed speechless, Ellie continued. “Texas. I don’t know. Somewhere along the way? I can’t stay here, I’m too restless.”

Monica kept working on the sketch, not looking up as she responded. “You can barely make it through the patrol without running into trouble. Are you good to head south on your own? Do you even have a plan?”

Ellie laughed wistfully. “Yeah. I’m taking my truck. I wanted to ask you about that, actually—”

“What, you want our gas? You think you’re in a position to bargain? You know I’m already doing a lot to keep your secret safe, Ellie. I don’t even charge you for the work I do. I make a lot off of everyone else that comes here, you just show up and expect me to help. What do I have to—”

Ellie cut her off, then, swiftly moving closer pulling Monica into a heated kiss. When she pulled away, she didn’t go far, kissing Monica’s neck before breathing quiet words into her ear. The older woman stood there, captivated. “What do you have to gain? Something more satisfying than your husband could ever do for you.”

Monica stepped back, shaking her head. “I’m worried about you. I’m sure it’s not the first time you’ve heard that.”

Ellie threw up her hands, her frustration showing through her attempt to stay calm. Monica sat down, not amused, continuing to work on the sketch. “What do you want me to say?” Ellie started. “I can’t stay here. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“You say that every few weeks,” Monica remarked. She looked up when Ellie failed to reply. “Ellie. Are you serious? You’re actually going?”

“I’m actually going,” said the younger woman. Silence remained between the pair, and then Monica turned around her sketchbook to show a drawing she’d drafted of a songbird. Ellie nodded. “I like it.”

“Great,” Monica said. “If you’re leaving soon, we’ll need to do it soon. You know the process, though. It’s going to be—”

“A month or two, I know. You don’t have to tell me.”

“You don’t have to interrupt me all the time,” Monica remarked.

Instead of an apology, Ellie just nodded. “This time next month, then?”

Monica went back to her sketchbook, not thrilled by Ellie’s lack of focus. “I’ll see you then if not before.”

No verbal goodbye, no words. Ellie leaned in to kiss Monica again, this time quickly. Then she left as quickly as she’d come, walking back down the long road home. Snow started to fall, and she cursed the springtime, reminiscing something she’d lost.

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #4: “Fighting for Family” Ch. 5

That night…

At a abandon warehouse, La Smaragdus sneaks in while cutting a chain with a garden shed and sneaks in while turning on the lights and the machine starts.

La Smaragdus: Oh hell yeah! I got you now you damn priceless diamond!

La Smaragdus approaches the diamond but then, the machine starts working as she gasp!

La Smaragdus: Yes! I’m gonna be rich!

Suddenly, she sees a shadow and gasp. Then, suddenly a metal claws grab her as she scream. She tries using her diamond powers but the claw throws her to the wall as she screams.

La Smaragdus: What the fuck?! Grr!

La Smaragdus then runs out of the factory and into the junkyard as she searches around for who is responsible for this.

La Smaragdus: Where are you?! Come out you coward!

Then, suddenly, she sees Jamie, Darcy and Miss Frankie throwing down a pack of knick knacks as she screams and slips on them.

Darcy: Suck it up, bitch!

Jamie: Alright!

Miss Frankie: That’s what we’re talking about!

La Smaragdus: Why you-

Then. A laser was blast at La Smaragdus but she duck and sees Kevin and his family with Principal Cooke and Randall and Janice on a laser machine.

Randall: Taste laser! FIRE!

The group fires the laser again at La Smaragdus as she screams but then slips on an oil spill as she screams and gets hit in the face by a wall.

La Smaragdus: DAMN IT!

Louise: offscreen Nice slide bitch!

Trevor: offscreen Hell yeah!

La Smaragdus looks up and growls upon seeing spill oil cans near Louise, Trevor and Phoebe and Stacy G.

Stacy G: Eat that bi-atch!

La Smaragdus: Enough! shoots her diamond powers at the people, who dodge it I AM GONNA CRUSH YOU GUYS ONCE AND FOR ALL!

??: Ahem!

La Smaragdus turns around sees Monica, who Krav Maga’d a bracelet out of La Smaragdus’ wrist and it shatters into pieces, much to Smaragdus’ horror.

Monica: Sorry not sorry.

La Smaragdus: No! You fools! This isn’t over! I’ll rock you! And smash you and crush you like-

A giant metal claw taps La Smaragdus on the right shoulder as she turns around.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Like, Lady?

La Smaragdus: What?!

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: You’re a bad actress!

Human Jesse then aims her claw at the gemstone on La Smaragdus’s forehead and rips it out as she grows powerless.

La Smaragdus: NOOOOOOOO!

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Come on guys! Let’s skaddadle on our new spaceship family bus!

Then, a spaceship bus arrives and Human Korvo and Human Terry opens the door as they help their friends up and look down in triumph as La Smaragdus.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: How you like them apples?!

La Smaragdus: What?! Who the fuck are you two and what have you done?! You ruined everything!

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: We’re the new neighbors the Opposites, and when you mess with Earth-4, you messed with its inhabitants!

La Smaragdus gets up.

La Smaragdus: This ain’t over! I’ll be back for revenge and-

Then, the police arrives.

Sheriff: La Smaragdus! You’re under arrest!

La Smaragdus tries to use her powers but to her horror they’re gone!

La Smaragdus: NO!

Sheriff: Cuff her boys!

Ms. Perez: comes up to them with the stolen jewelry And here are the gems she stolen.

La Smaragdus: No! You will regret this! I was going to make millions!

Sheriff: Yeah! Yeah! Tell it to the judge, Smaragdus!

As La Smaragdus is driven away Human Korvo removes his hair tie.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: So, what do you think of this hairstyle, Terry? flips it back and forth

Human Terry blushes and stammers.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: O-oh! M-m-m-y G-g-od! You look so hot baby!

Human Korvo chuckles and speaks Spanish to seduce Human Terry.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: You sure this new life is sexy for you, mi amore?

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Oh ho ho! You know what Spanish does to me.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: I sure do. And I love it!

The two human alien husbands kiss as they moan

Special thanks to @avaveevo, @asikreading, @themagicwolf6677, @king-of-squishmallows and all of my watchers for their ideas and support.

[myloveforhergoeson]

October 7th

Prompt: Mist

From the passenger seat of the bright red Pontiac GTO, Roxy yawned loudly, not bothering to cover it up at all. Logan's scoff could be heard over the sound of her Soundgarden cassette in the ancient tape player.

"I'm going to dump you on the side of the road if you're going to keep acting like this," The boy jokingly threatened, grip on the steering wheel tightening and loosening a few times. "It sucks that it's early, but I do appreciate you coming with me."

Early didn't cut it; The sun hadn't even risen over the Los Angeles skyline quite yet as the two made their way down the highway to Santa Monica. Both of them thought the early hour would have eliminated the horrible LA traffic, but had been incredibly wrong as Logan rolled the car to a complete, dead stop on the ramp promising to take them to the beach.

Roxy dug her chin into her hand as she looked back at the city behind them. The smell of gas pricked at her nose thanks to the top-down feature of their vehicle. "When Mrs. Collins said the weather was perfect for some mist formation, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little excited."

Just the thought of it reminded her of home.

"Yeah... It's been a long time since I've seen some. Plus, it's by the ocean! I'm used to seeing it form by the lake, so I'm excited to see how it differs."

"Superior was always so gorgeous in the morning!" Roxy added, running her fingers down the braid she'd formed earlier. "Dad loved to go camping right on the beach so we could fall asleep listening to the waves."

Logan grinned, pulling his eyes off the car in front of him to glance her way. The red tail lights of the stopped vehicles reflected off his pale skin. "Really? My moms hate camping; I always had to tag along with Carlos and his dad. They preferred to camp in the forest though - The sand was too much for them I guess."

"The sand did kind of end up... Everywhere." His assistant laughed, and the cars began to inch forward again. "I swear it was pouring out of my shoes for a week, but it was totally worth it."

"That's nothing," The boy followed up, tapping his hands to the beat of the song when they finally managed to get off the highway and onto the less crowded surface streets. "We got attacked by a bear once and Mr. Garcia tried to fight it for getting near his hijos. He still has the scratches on his helmet to prove it."

Roxy's laughter didn't stop until they'd found a parking spot by the pier. Based on her one-time meeting with Mr. Garcia, that sounded just like him. When it involved his son and his friends, he could do anything he set his mind to - which apparently included taking on a bear to keep them safe.

As the pair got out of the car, the wind seemed to whip around faster than it had while they were on the highway, bringing the familiar sting of salty sea air flooding into their lungs. The golden rays of the sun were beginning to peek out from beyond the horizon, bathing the beach before them in a soft glow.

Grabbing her wrist and gently pulling, Logan rushed his friend to the wooden steps of the pier and dashed up them. When they reached the top, surprisingly, there was no one else around. "Hurry! The air is starting to cool!"

When he said that, a small shiver ran through the witch. She should have brought her jacket, but the thought was lost on her once they reached the far end of the pier, and she took in the beautiful sight of the clear, blue ocean all around her.

Love Lake Superior as she did, the view simply didn't compare.

Roxy shivered again. Logan pointed out some leaping fish. Both of them watched the sun begin to rise and waited for the mist that never occurred.

Her friend's pouting was clear by the time the sun was halfway up, muttering some science-y reason why the phenomenon should have occurred by then. As he tucked his arms on the railing and plopped his head down, Roxy was by his side, laying a comforting head on his shoulder.

"Give it some more time... It'll come soon enough," She tried, but her chattering teeth betrayed her as they smacked together a few times with an unsettling clicking sound. "If not, we can hang out on the beach for a while and collect some pretty shells. James likes the big ones with the white and orange banding."

Logan bypassed her suggestion entirely. "I left my sweatshirt back in the car, want me to go grab it?"

If there had been a lightbulb hanging above her head, it would've gone off at that exact moment.

"Yes!" The witch cried suddenly, head flying off his shoulder immediately, hands flying to her bare arms to rub up and down. "I'm honestly, freezing, man."

For a moment, his smile returned, before fading away again. As he turned to walk away, he pulled out his phone. "I'll ask Carlos and Kendall what kind of shells they like, too."

Roxy waved as he took his time down the long wooden expanse of the pier, but once he was far enough away that she was sure the roaring waves drowned out her voice, she turned back to the sea and clapped her hands together.

She had never been one for elemental magic, though according to the family spellbook, many of her ancestors were quite masterful when it came to harboring the elements. So, she tried her best to channel that as her magic began to spark up her fingertips.

The plan was to combine some of her favored illusory magic with some of her chronology magic, the vision of a misty expanse forming in her mind as she shut her eyes and attempted to physically will the water in the air around her to suspend itself in place. If she could leave the scene around her paused in time just long enough, and then copy the look of it in the area along the pier, it may just be the scene Logan had been hoping to come across.

Now, she flattened her palms together and threaded her fingers, she could feel her energy begin to drain, but planned to hold out for as long as she could.

Moments later she heard the familiar sound of footsteps pounding on the boardwalk, and Logan shouting her name. When she peeked one of her eyes open to take in what she'd created, it looked almost exactly like the picture in her mind. Thank the gods...

"It's happening! The mist! Oh- Roxy! Look!" He was out of breath by the time he reached her again, cheeks bright red as he threw his sweatshirt around his shoulders. If she hadn't seen him dance so many times before, she might have confused his shuffling feet as he twirled around the pier as some fancy new footwork.

"Wow..." was all the girl could manage at the moment, feeling her palms beginning to grow sore. Though, Logan's new enthusiasm as he tried to take in the mist from every single angle did revitalize her slightly.

The waves of the ocean crashed onto the wooden beams below them, interrupting his laughter every now and then.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out, a bead of sweat now trailing down from her hairline, when Logan was by her side once more, beaming. "I told you this was going to be worth it!"

And the exertion was, just to see her friend so happy.

When he grabbed her arm and started off down the pier again, her concentration on the spell broke, but it took some time for the mist to taper off as they headed down to the beach. "Kendall said he wanted some spiral shells and Carlos asked for a whole hermit crab."

He didn't even fret once the mist dissipated, the sun now fully above the horizon as it shone into the sky, light bouncing off the ever-present waves.

"You couldn't pay me to touch one of those things," Roxy responded, sticking her tongue out at the thought. Her eyes were beginning to droop as if she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.

"Sure?" Her friend asked her, already bending down to pull up a pretty purple and white shell. "James would be mighty impressed..."

"Fine!" The witch huffed, crossing her now-covered arms across her chest. "I'll hold it for a picture but that's it! You can hold it for the ride home. But if it pinches up the seats I'll kill you."

Even when he held the shell out to her to store in the large pocket of his sweatshirt, Logan laughed, dimples carving out into his cheeks. His black hair looked absolutely radiant backed by the sun. "Sounds like we've got ourselves a deal!"

[vvkiflo]

Monica & Irene - based on a real story.

i have a perfect life.

im popular in school

i have many friends

my home life is not so perfect

but im happy.

sometimes.

everyone has voices in their head,

they’re either the good voices

or the bad ones, no in between.

but mines is right next to me

its a girl at my school.

shes not real.. at least i think.

shes odd.

she sticks to me at school and tries to talk to me.

i ignore her, of course.

because shes not real.

but theres some moments where she will speak directly to my friends.

i don’t.. have an explanation for that.

like i said,

shes odd.

Irene is odd.

“Monica!”

i ignore her.

she starts talking about herself.

Irene tells me that she cut herself last night.

why would she tell me that?

i mean, i cut myself too. but i don’t tell anyone.

but then again,

Irene isn’t real.

she isn’t real.

but when i walk into the bathroom and i see tissues and tissues used to clean up blood…

why do i think of Irene?

im going crazy.

that night, i cut myself.

i haven’t done that in awhile.

it felt good.

the next day, Irene asks me if i cut myself too.

i am not surprised that she knows.

because after all, Irene is me.

I think.

I ignore her again.

I walk into my class and she walks into hers.

I talk to my friends and act like nothing happened.

one day, Irene was gone.

she disappeared. literally.

i thought i finally stopped hallucinating.

the voice in my head was gone.

finally.

I soon put two and two together and realize Irene was put in a mental hospital.

good. i thought.

but doesn’t that mean shes real?

Irene comes back and starts telling me about her mental hospital visit.

i ignore her.

suddenly, she grabs my wrist and starts running with me.

it was embarrassing.

but Irene was laughing.

she looked happy.

this time, it was impossible to ignore her.

i ask her, “who are you”

Irene looks at me in confusion.

she doesn’t get the chance to answer me.

a school counselor takes her from me and walks away.

I pay no mind and go to class.

she isn’t real. she isn’t real.

i repeat to myself over and over again.

im going crazy.

now theres more voices.

im hearing too much.

they tell me to get up and go to the bathroom.

they tell me to go into a stall and cut myself.

they tell me, “go deeper, Monica”

“Kill yourself, Monica.”

before i knew it, i had seriously cut myself.

id need stitches.

i start to cry.

i miss… Irene.

I walk out the bathroom with a bloody arm.

I make blood marks where i walk on the floor.

wheres Irene?

I miss Irene.

obviously, someone comes up to me.

They tell me something, they look concerned.

I look beyond them, wheres Irene?

they ask me questions.

i don’t answer. more like, i cant hear them.

nothing makes sense.

i feel like i am floating.

off into the ocean

with my two arms and legs paralyzed.

i cant move.

do i even have arms and legs?

who am i?

when i come to, i find myself in a hospital.

there are two people tending to my cut.

i still cant understand them.

are they speaking english?

are they speaking spanish?

i cant tell.

they put me in a wheelchair and wheel me to a different room.

in this room, there are more kids.

they look crazy.

i shouldn’t be here.

wheres Irene?

i still don’t know whats going on.

i want to tell Irene what happened.

i want to tell Irene that im scared.

the voices in my head speak to me again.

Monica, you have to run.

Monica, they’re trying to hurt you.

Monica, please get to safety.

Monica, theres someone behind you.

woah. what was that?

Monica, if you turn around, it’ll slit your throat.

I listen.

I look straight ahead to where the nurses continue to communicate with me.

they cant see the person trying to kill me right now.

I sit there and refuse to move for who knows how long.

the voices speak again.

Monica, it has a knife to your throat.

Im scared.

I turn around and look for the killer.

no one is there.

its a wall with animals dressed as nurses, telling kids to brush their teeth.

I let out a sigh of relief and cry.

I am crying so hard i think i might die.

I feel something sharp on my wrist.

ice.

the nurses are pressing ice against my wrist to bring me back.

they put me to sleep and i let them.

when i wake up, i can understand them this time.

they ask me if i remember yesterday.

i tell them no, i can only remember Irene, the cut, and the killer.

they write all of this down, i assume.

they ask me, who is Irene?

I tell them Irene is a physical voice in my head.

I tell them Irene is me.

They ask me on my interactions with Irene.

i tell them i ignore her, because shes not real.

i tell them she talks to the people around me sometimes, which i don’t understand.

they ask me if i see her outside of school.

i tell them i only see her at certain times at school.

They tell me Irene is real.

I tell them no shes not, and that they’re crazy.

They move on and ask, “who’s the killer?”

“I don’t know, I just met him.” i say.

They write this down and ask me more questions, but i don’t really remember them.

They tell me they have decided to diagnose me with Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), Anxiety, and Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)

i freak out when they tell me this.

“Im not crazy!” i yell. i tell them to let me go home, im not crazy.

i start crying and get up to leave.

the nurses grab me by my arms to get me to not leave.

I start sobbing and i cant stop.

a nice nurse sits me down and helps me calm down.

afterwards, a therapist comes in and talks to me about my new diagnosis.

i don’t listen, im tired.

once the therapist is done, they send me to sleep.

i miss Irene.

i don’t really remember the rest of my visit. i lost track of time.

soon, they told me i was well enough to go back into the real world.

i was scared.

the killer was going to come back and slit my throat.

someone was going to kidnap me.

but its okay, because in the real world, Irene was there for me.

This time, i would welcome her.

kiss her on the forehead and greet her with open arms.

[angyvalentine]

«Aiming first at the eyes? Good choice.» he chuckled, softening the grip on her wrists. He heard Lysandra shuddering, taking quick breaths to calm her racing heart. When she tried to move her arms, he slowly let her go. He didn’t expect to scare her that much – well, thinking again about the circumstances, Kratos couldn’t blame her if her first instinct was going for his eyes with her fingers - she was sleeping, and he’s been away for months. Thankfully, the moonlight from the window helped him – it wouldn’t have been… nice, getting blinded by his very own wife’s thumbs. Kratos felt her trembling hands on his cheeks. It was... somehow strange, but not in a bad way. He wasn't used to feel such a gentle, caring touch on his skin. He was a warrior, since he was a child he’s been way more used to cuts, scratches, punches. But now Lysandra's touch was so soft, as if he was made of glass and she was scared of hurting him. «You're back.» she whispered, searching for his amber eyes «You came back to me.» «Nowhere else.» his voice was low, rough - hiding all of his hunger for her. Weeks, months without her - dreaming of her voice, her body, all of her - resisting the temptation of giving himself hollow pleasure to soothe his desire to feel her again. It was something new for him - it was the first time he came back to Sparta as husband, to someone who was waiting for him, for his safe return. Lost in his thoughts, he felt Lysandra's arms linking behind his neck, in a timid attempt to hug him - and something snapped in his mind. His massive arms held her in a tight embrace, his hands gripping her flesh as to anchor her to him – to ensure himself that she was there, finally there with him. He chocked her sob in a feral kiss, pressing her against the hard surface of his chest. That wasn’t an illusion. Lysandra was there in flesh and bones, her body warm and soft – and they were both so ready to devour each other in the mutual desire.

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Vanessa Leverett

Age: 31-34 (Introduced in Season 3 of Metalocalypse)

AKA: Nessa, Lady Lovely/Mistress Lovely, Dr. Leverett, Doc (From Magnus), and Smartass (Again from Magnus)

Birthday: September. 8th, 1979

Zodiac

Sun: Virgo

Moon: Cancer

Meaning of the Name: Butterfly

Gender: Cis female

Voice Canon: Theresa Randle (Girl 6 specifically)

Singing Canon: Monica, imagine Monica doing "Man Down" and " Work" by Rihanna. Throw in "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley with the Jamaican accent appropriate for those songs. 

(Acapella)

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Romantic Orientation: Hetero-romantic

Favorite Meal: Jerk chicken with Plantains and rice, n peas

Favorite Drink: Breadfruit Juice

Favorite Snack: Butter Sugar sandwiches

Verses: Metalocalypse and Original story

Languages Spoken: Jamaican Patois, English, Japanese, Norwegian (Learned from Toki)

Occupation: Waffle House waitress/cook (Season 1 - Season 2), Dominatrix (Season 2 through early season 4), Psychology Doctorate student (Season 2.5 - Season 4), Psychologist (Season 4)

Appearance

Height: 5’8

Eyes: Golden hazel brown

Lips: Plump

Hair: She has type 3C black hair that’s often in braids. Her hair was in long ropey braids during Metalocalypse Season 1 and cut to mini twists in Season 2. Then her hair grew back enough for shoulder-length braids, often in Bantu knots, in season 3. Finally, her hair grew to her waist for box braids in season 4 before it was cut short by Magnus in Doomstar.

Body type: Pear-shaped body heavier around her butt and hips than her bust. Taut muscles from regularly practicing karate and working out.

Tattoos: There’s an ackee fruit on her left wrist, a Sankofa heart on her left shoulder, and a Doctor Bird around her right shoulder.

Extra details: Dimples, prominent when she smiles

Hobbies: She loves video games, particularly Street Fighter, reading, watching kung-fu and samurai movies, listening to music, singing with Tina, and playing with her dog Odin and Tina’s cat Ogre.

Turn on Spots: Running hands up her back and legs, her hips, and biting the skin around her collarbone and neck.

Family

Vernon Leverett: Father, (46-47)

Pearl Leverett-Bonaventure-Hicks: Mother (45-46)

Tina Yvonne Leverett: Younger sister (21-23)

Beau Bonaventure-Hicks: Maternal Uncle (51)

Magnolia Broussard-Hicks: Maternal Grandmother, deceased (passed from a second stroke when Vanessa was ten, two months after Tina was born)

Clifford Hicks: Maternal Step-Grandfather, (75)

Adio Leverett: Paternal Grandfather (75)

Tashelle Leverett: Paternal Grandmother (74)

Alvita Leverett-Barrel: Paternal Aunt (50)

Arley Leverett: Paternal Uncle (43)

Odin, Staffordshire pitbull mix: 3 years old

Ogre, Tina’s cat: 2 years old

Relationships: 

Magnus Hammersmith: Ex-lover (Season 3), it started as a sexually casual relationship before they developed feelings, they had their friends-with-benefits relationship for five months before he broke up with her.

Toki Wartooth: Current boyfriend (Season 3 Fertilityklok)

[ryanflrblog]

The ceremony

I just had to say something!

As with a lot of males, I sometimes shoot off my mouth at very bad times. One of those led me to this moment, and though I was ragingly turned on by it, I still regretted having said it.

My girlfriend Monica and I are in a Female-Led Relationship. She makes the decisions and imposes rules for my behavior. I am spanked at least once a week, most weeks more frequently.

Yesterday, when she told me I was to be spanked, I had mouthed off - “I missed the ceremony where we formalized our FLR.” Monica had paused, looked at me, and smiled slightly.

“Very well,” she’d told me. “We’ll formalize it.”

She didn’t speak to me the rest of the night. The next day I went to work, then walking to my car, I was approached by her sisters, Marlene and Maeve.

“Hello Ryan,” Marlene greeted. “We’re here to take your to your ceremony.”

My jaw dropped - I had no idea that Monica had told her sisters about our FLR. Without another word, Maeve had moved behind me and handcuffed my wrists behind my back. I was placed in Marlene’s car in the rear seat with Maeve sitting beside me and Marlene drove to my home with me, a prisoner, in the rear seat, speechless, embarrassed, and hard as a brick.

When we arrived at the house, Marlene pulled into the garage. Once the door was down, I was removed from the car and escorted, with a woman holding each arm, into the house. 

I swallowed when I saw the room all lit with candles. Monica sat on a counter, her feet toward me.

“I see the prisoner has arrived,” she announced. “Ladies, strip him naked.”

My eyes widened, but Monica’s sisters stripped me, sliding my clothes off me and cutting off my shirt, since I was handcuffed. They laughed briefly at my erection, and I blushed all over, embarrassed beyond all hope.

“Now, slave,” she told me. “This is your formal ceremony. You will approach me, kiss my feet, and pledge to not only surrender to me, but also to my sisters, who will now have disciplinary authority over you forever. And remember as you obey, that the same mouth kissing my feet is the same mouth that got you into this embarrassing ceremony in the first place, and why I chose to involve my sisters.”

She paused. “Lips to my feet, now!”

The sisters led me forward, and I felt all hope of freedom vanish as I put my lips to my girlfriend’s feet and surrendered.

[bellarkeselection]

Little B's birthday

Part 14

Thank you to everyone who sent in ideas.

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Kayce gets her a dog @15kmudd on Wattpad

Y/n has flashbacks of her and kayce riding horses. She gets injured but he tells her to trust him when he says get back on the horse and beat the fear @Ash54817 and @coffer-bish both on Wattpad

(Bree's dog)

Weeks have gone since Kayce left the ranch with Monica and Tate. But I don't want to worry about that today or tomorrow. Because tomorrow is Bree's birthday, September 10th. John has given everyone working on his ranch two days off to help set and celebrate the party. My phone rings as I'm driving to pick up her cake and my present which is a golden necklace with a picture of our family inside. "Y/n don't hang up please. I just wanted to hear your voice. I love you and I'm sorry for continuing to lie to you-" I cut Kayce off taking in a deep breath. "Kayce lisen to me. I don't want to talk about our messed up relationship. I - just..." Trailing off I see the picture of me and Beth holding baby Bree with Lee, Jamie and John all together at the hospital laying on my dashboard. "Bree's 11th birthday is tomorrow. That's all I'm focused on. So can you just be a good father and show up, maybe bring a present. Tate and Monica can come too if they want. Tomorrow is all about her, nothing else."

He replies through the phone. "What times the party?" I responded with. "1:00, at the ranch obviously." He clears his throat as I pull into the parking lot of the cake store. "I love you Y/n. That's the truth. Trust me-" Opening my car door and hanging up our conversation quickly I headed to grab the cake. "If only it were that easy. See ya tomorrow Kayce." Bree's cake is a chocolate and Strawberries are on the inside. Driving back home I set it in the kitchen hearing John coming down the stairs. "The cake looks great. She's upstairs asleep." Leaning my back on the Island I questioned him about birthday presents. "So what did you get her for her birthday?" He picks up his brown hat off the wall hook placing it on his head. "Well I know I can't get her another horse. She's already got her hands full tending to Holly. But I went into town a few days ago and saw this little play ranch set." I nod with a smile as we both stepped onto the back porch eyeing the Dutton graveyard a few yards away from us. Running a hand down my face I still hear Kayce's words from our phone call. Trust me. He'd said that to me a year after we'd been dating.

The wind blows through my hair as we both rode through the fields up to this place he said there a breathtaking view of the valleys of the ranch. I'm still getting the hand of riding horses. We reach the top of the hillside. The hills drop down into different ray's of green and a bunch of trees. Kayce dismounted his horse tieing his horse's reigns to a wooden post so it can't run. "This is beautiful Kayc." I awed hearing a low growl making me glance over my shoulder I gasp seeing a wolf watching my horse. "Uh Kayce..."

He turns his head but doesn't have time to respond before my horse starts freaking out. I try pulling the reigns getting him to stop but it doesn't work. Kayce hollers out to the wolf telling it to run. "Go on, go on get!" The wolf runs off as I cry out trying to calm my horse. But he stands on its back legs throwing me onto my back harshly into the dirt. I land hard on my right wrist and feel it twisted the wrong way making me cry out. "Ah!" Kayce gently grabbed the horse's reigns holding him down. He slowly breathed out brushing his hand over its fur shooshing it. "Easy boy. Easy. You're alright."

He ties the horse up with his bending down on his knee brushing hair from my eyes. "I'm sorry baby." He sees my wrist brushing his hand over it. "It seems to just be sprained." I just nod my head with him helping me to my feet. I stare at the horse shivering in fear. The horse neighs at the ground seeming calmer now. "Hey Y/n look at me. It's okay now." He clearly sees me shivering, my eyes holding fear.

"Kayc I - I can't ride him again..." I stuttered out burying my face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me resting his chin ontop of my head. He kisses my hair tilting my chin up so I stare into his brown eyes. "Lisen to me darlin'. Horses are difficult like people. But I've learned that if something scares ya you gotta learn to fight against." I try to argue back to my boyfriend. "But what if he throws me again?" He rebuttals with slowly leading me towards my horse. "He'll feel your scared. That's why he tossed you backwards. But if you show him with your body language that everything's going to be okay. He'll treat you just fine."

He intertwines our left hands resting them on the saddle. "Y/n..." He trails off squeezing my right hand in his freehand. Glancing to him from the corner of my eye I mumbled his name. "Kayce..." His eyes shifted from mine to the foothold on the horse. I slowly put my left foot into it, swinging my right leg over the saddle. Kayce keeps holding my left hand rubbing his thumb over it. "Just trust me. I'll never steer you wrong honey." He squeezes our intertwined hands staring into my eyes deeply. He released my hand so I placed both hands on the reigns kicking the horse and it gently rides ahead.

I wish it was simple now. To just trust him like he'd never lied to me. Never chosen somebody that isn't me. Never left this family. The next morning Ryan woke me up from the sun had risen warning me to be quiet with a finger to his lips. Climbing down from our bunk above Lloyd's gently enough to not wake her he holds his hands over my eyes making me confused as we exited the Bunkhouse. "Ryan, what are you doing?" He replies removing his hands once we're outside. "Trust me you're love it." Adjusting my eyes to the darkness I see little lantern lights strung up above some picnic tables and hanging at the entrance door to the Bunkhouse. Presents sitting on one end with all the Bunkhouse cowboys and Teeter smiling at me. "You all did this?" I gasped walking around the cute birthday set up.

"Boss said we should do something special." Ryan spoke up leaning down kissing my cheek. "Besides little B is a member of the Yellowstone after all." I jump into his arms smiling and he gently hugged me back. "Thank you - thank you all." I broke away gesturing with my freehand to everyone else still grinning. The sun had finally risen over the horizon when Rip, Beth and John showed up sitting their presents on the table. Bree was wearing a simple yellow dress with leggings underneath and brown boots, her hair in a braid down her back. I'd changed into a orange flannel with a tan jacket thrown over. Blue jeans and black boots with my hair partly pulled back with a hairpin. Everyone is sat down as I'm about to say something a black truck entered under the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch sign. He actually came.

A car door flings open and I hear Monica cry in warning as he races to hug Bree. "Tate!" Hearing that reminds me the day my life completely changed once again. The day Kayce came home. Bree squeals rushing to him tackling one another in a tight hug. "Tate!" It warms my heart seeing the pair so happy after the incident months ago. "Happy birthday. This is for you. I made it." He pulls out a bracelet that has multiple fall colored beads attached to it. He slipped it on her wrist showing her his matching one of his same wrist. "Thank you, Tate. It's really cute. "I responded giving him a hug that he equally replicated as his mother walks up. "Thank you for inviting us Y/n." I smile lightly seeing Kayce finally come out of his truck. His brown eyes trailed my body with a weak smile. Yet my eyes stay trained on his eyes, feeling tension between us.

Walker thankfully broke it picking up his guitar trying to find the right toon. "Let's sing and eat cake ya'll." Picking up Bree in my arms I sit her in front of her cake with 11 candles lit ontop. Everyone gathered around. Kayce and I standing on each side of our daughter as Walker started playing Happy Birthday on his guitar. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday Bree. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday Bree." Everyone sang before she blew out her candles and I hear a camera from a cellphone flash. Ryan grins showing me the picture he took. "Got it." Kayce is on her left with me on her right as she blows out the candles. We're both smiling huge grins. Beth sits down her bottle of alchohol clapping her hands together smiling. "Present time, my adorable niece."

She sits down a pink box watching Bree open it to pull out a black leather jacket and light orange-pinkish shirt with a horse on the front. Rip tips his hat voicing out the jacket. "I thought she needed a cool jacket to go with it." Next Colby and Lloyd stepped up handing her a tan cowgirl hat with jewels attached and she sits in her head grinning. Ryan gives her a long box and she tosses the wrapping paper to see a jewelled belt buckle that looked fancy like all the boys have. Teeter hands me two tickets. Flipping them over I read that's it's for a bull riding event. Raising my brows in confusion she clarified. "For when she's older. I'd like her to get a ride on a beast." She flips her baseball cap around smacking her gums together. Walker sits a tiny guitar case on the table and she opened it to see a tan colored guitar like his own. "We'll start lessons later, babydoll." He grinned matching her smile.

"Here you go little B." Finally her grandpa John steps up with a small box. She ripped the paper and squealed excitedly. "Horses mana!" Kayce chuckles alongside me as she takes them out of the box. Setting up her own little ranch set up. Bree gets to her feet pointing out a older cowboy labeling him. "He's you uncle John." John smiles helping her set up her ranch until Kayce clears his throat making everyone turn the heads his direction. "Bree do you wanna see my present?" She nods excitedly seeing him go open the backseat of his truck smacking his hands on his knees he said. "Come on boy." Kayce what did you get her. A dog's bark boomed through the ranch as we see a golden retriever come running alongside Kayce. He got her a dog.

Bree jumped from her chair racing to the dog as he sits wagging its tail happily. "Puppy!" She runs her hands over his fur and Tate even comes up join in her fun. Bree grins up at her father as he bends down clipping a red collar around his neck. "He was a stray at the shelter. When I saw him I thought of you. How does the name Maxon sound, sweetheart?" Bree jumped into his arms giggling even getting a smile from Tate. Finally I step up causing him to get to his feet with everyone else going to check out the new doggy. "I never expected your gift to be a dog, Kayce." I spoke once we'd walked a few steps away from the others. He shoves his hands in his pocket glancing to his feet instead of looking by direction. "Y/n, trust me. It was just to make her happy."

"Kayce I -" I started to speak but really had nothing to say. He finally looked at me staying true to his word, this time at least. "Hey like you said yesterday. We leave our romance trouble for tomorrow. Today is our daughter's birthday." He leans forward planting a kiss to my forehead walking over to play with the dog with the others. Bree wears her birthday necklace as her and Tate plays fetch with Maxon. Kayce's right. I should listen to my own rule and wait until tomorrow.

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Day 21: “Help Them”

Episode: “Existence” | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat | AO3 | @today-in-fic​

As soon as he sees her, it’s like a part of him that’s been on edge since they parted has quieted down, content now that he can see her, and cup her cheek, and brush away her sweat-stained hair from her face. “Scully,” he says, arms half wrapped around her and their baby, who’s pink and wailing—healthy in the lungs and very human, he sees. He smiles for a brief moment but it flies off his face when she doesn’t respond.

“She needs doctors, she needs a hospital,” Agent Reyes says, bustling around the dilapidated building. “She started slurring her words, and there’s a lot of blood.”

“Mulder,” Scully finally murmurs, and he lets out a choked sigh of relief.

He digs underneath her and tangles the sheet around her legs, ignoring the soaked mattress as he secures his arms around her. “I’m here, baby, I’m here. Cover his ears, honey.” He lifts her up into his arms and she hisses as Monica strides over and gently scoops the baby into her arms, wrapping him up in a blanket before pulling her coat around him even though the heat is inescapable.

“Go!” she yells, jogging past him to the door, and he follows her, walking as fast as he can.

Mulder squints against the debris being whipped in his face and looks down briefly when he feels Scully turn her face against his chest, eyes squeezed tight. “It’ll be okay, Scully, I promise,” but he has no confidence in his answer as the helicopter’s pilot helps him move her inside, and he sees blood all the way down to his wrist, a couple drops sliding down his arm.

—

They land without permission from the nearest hospital ten minutes away, the pilot trying to convince the obstinate people even as he lands, even screaming at them to get the fuck out here as he turns off the helicopter and turns around in his seat to look at the four of them. Seconds later, medics come streaming out the doors and help Mulder ease Scully onto a gurney, retrieving the baby from Reyes’s arms.

“Help them,” he pleas, jogging after them, heart in his throat at the sight of Scully’s unmoving body.

He panics for a moment as they burst through the doors and into the hospital, but Reyes grabs his arm. “Go with her. I’ll stay with the baby.” She doesn’t give him time to respond, instead rushing off to follow the nurses with his son.

“Sir!” one of the many medics bustling around says, coming between him and Scully as they whisk her away. “What’s your name?”

“Get out of my way,” Mulder growls, holding her in place as he walks around her and follows the medics wheeling Scully towards a hallway labeled Surgery.

The nurse steps in front of him again. “At least show me some sort of ID! I can’t let you go with her without an ID!”

“I don’t have anything! I need to be with her!”

“You need to scrub up before you go anywhere near her operating room, sir.”

“Call 202-597-0194. He’ll verify that it’s me.”

“And who are you?”

“Fox fucking Mulder. Let me see her.”

—

He stands by her head and brushes his fingers through her hair with gloved hands, trying not to panic or give the surgeon and nurses cause to kick him out of the room. He tried to watch what they were doing but then they started cutting her open low on her belly and he had to look away. Mulder hasn’t looked up from her face since, focusing instead on how Scully’s steady breathing with the help of an oxygen mask pushes her bunched-up shirt up and down with her chest.

Alive alive alive, he thinks, and presses a trembling kiss to her forehead. He tries to ignore the fact that there are several tubes inside her and that a monitor shows the interior of what he knows has to be her uterus. Mulder shuts his eyes and chants alive alive alive in his head, a mantra.

—

They wheel her out of surgery hours later and he steps aside, watching as nurses insert IVs and all sorts of medical equipment that he’s sure Scully would be explaining were she awake. Mulder pulls a chair over to her bedside to sit down when they’re done, only realizing that he needs to take off his scrubs and find the baby when a nurse rolls in a bassinet, Reyes close behind. “Mulder,” she says, almost surprised, as he stands up, suddenly shameful; Scully deserves better than a man who goes so out of his mind with worry that he doesn’t register the obnoxious crinkling of his second layer. The nurse leaves. “I’ll stay. Go change. I’m sure you have some phone calls to make, too.”

He nods and follows her gaze to the baby. “Is he—?”

“He’s doing great. Called him a little champ.” Reyes looks up at him and inhales. “I wasn’t sure... They asked me what to call him, what to put on the bassinet label there.” She gestures to the Scully-Mulder on the side closest to his wiggling feet and he smiles wryly.

“It’s fine. We never...got around to talking about it, anyways. Scully can tell them when she wakes up.”

Reyes nods and looks over at his partner, a weight seeming to lift off her slender shoulders even as her brows furrow slightly. “How long did they say?”

“Anywhere from a few hours to half a day. She lost a lot of blood, so it might take a while for the anesthetic to wear off.” He studies the other agent for a moment before clearing his throat and stepping forward, embracing her in a loose, awkward hug. “I just, um, wanted to thank you. This—she—the baby... Thank you.”

She chuckles and squeezes him close like a sister before letting him go. “It was the right thing to do—the only thing to do.”

—

Skinner picks up almost immediately. “How is she?”

“She’s doing alright.” He doesn’t press for details and Mulder doesn’t offer them. “She’ll live.” He clears his tightening throat. “She’s alive.”

“And the baby?”

“A healthy baby boy. It doesn’t seem real.”

Skinner chuckles. “Better get used to it. I’ve heard they don’t let you sleep through the night until they’re ten.”

Mulder leans against the wall and lets his eyes fall closed. “I just don’t understand why they didn’t take him.” He sighs heavily. “I mean, Scully and I have both been infected with different strains of the alien virus. If they wanted him, it would be because those infections somehow accomplished what they set out to do... Yet the super soldiers didn’t take him. It makes no sense.”

“Maybe it never will. You know, Mulder, sometimes you meet people who get so deluded that all reason and logic cease to exist to them.”

He shakes his head, furrowing his brows. “It’s not all a delusion.”

“If this alien invasion thing is real, they’re deluded in trying to stop it. I mean, they’re goddamned aliens, Mulder. And I’ve heard a million different variations of the story. They were here first. They just want power. Etcetera. We can’t fight an invisible enemy.”

“I—”

“Stop worrying so much, Mulder, and be with your family. If there’s a way to stop this, it won’t come from trying to be a martyr.”

—

Mulder feeds the baby from the tiniest bottle he’s ever seen, sitting in the chair at Scully’s bedside. He drains the bottle quickly, eyes closed the entire time, and Mulder wonders what color his eyes will become. Nurses come and go to check on Scully, less often to check on the baby. He eats in the hospital dining hall and peruses the gift shop to pass the time, chuckling when he finds a card depicting a cow mooing up at the moon that reads I love you to the moooon and back on the inside. He pays the three bucks for it and answers his phone.

“Fox, I found a flight to Atlanta that arrives at ten o’clock. Mr. Skinner and I are flying down together.”

Mulder nods. “We’re at Enid Falter Memorial Hospital. We’re in room 310, it’s on the third floor.”

“I’ll see you soon, Fox.”

—

Skinner and Reyes talk in hushed tones outside the room as Maggie sits across from him, cradling the baby in her arms as he brushes his thumb across Scully’s knuckles. He starts wiggling and she coos. “He’s probably hungry,” Mulder supplies, pressing the Call Nurse button.

The baby whimpers and starts to cry, and Scully squeezes his hand. A nurse comes in and Maggie relays the problem to her; Mulder doesn’t take his eyes off of his partner, whose eyes start to flutter. “Scully?” he breathes, scooching his chair closer.

She moans and forces her eyes open. “The baby,” she whispers, sounding parched.

Someone hands him a glass of water and he holds it as Scully drinks it through the straw, calming down as the baby’s distressed cries disappear once he latches onto the bottle Maggie has. “He’s okay, Dana,” she says, looking up at her daughter with tears in her eyes. “I’ve got him right here.”

“Mom,” Scully squeezes out. “I was so scared.” She turns her gaze to Mulder, and he lifts her hand to his lips.

“You’ll be alright. Fox was with you the entire time, weren’t you?” He nods. “And the other agent, Monica Reyes, kept my grandson company.”

“Okay,” Scully breathes, and the baby moves his head away from the bottle, prompting Maggie to set the nearly-empty container of formula on the bedside table. “I want to hold him.”

“Here he is,” Maggie murmurs, gently setting the baby in her daughter’s arms.

“Oh, William,” she sighs, closing her eyes as she presses a lingering kiss to his fuzzy head.

“Is that his name?” Mulder asks, stroking his son’s impossibly soft leg.

Scully nods tearfully. “After our fathers.”

“William,” he tries out, grinning, and his partner lets out a joyful laugh despite the tear tracks on her cheeks.

“It’s a wonderful name, Dana.”

“It’s perfect,” Mulder agrees.

[mviswidow]

i can’t feel it

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2,727

Warnings: wandavision spoilers!! i recommend catching up before reading this if you haven’t already. also, i cursed like, twice.

A/N: this was literally edited while i was falling asleep, so if there are mistakes, that’s why. Please pm or reply, telling me and I'll go back and fix it.

Prompt: hi!! what about a wanda x reader where r has similar powers to wanda & enters the hex to talk her into letting everyone in westview go & coming home with r? :)

Summary: R has to convince Wanda to let everyone in Westview go.

    part two

“Are you sure you remember everything?” Jimmy asked you, concerned about how fast you were being thrown into everything. 

You nodded confidently, you were nervous, kind of scared, but ready. After getting a call from Monica, you knew whatever was going on was important, and you made your way to the outskirts of Westview, New Jersey before she even had to tell you what was going on. “Wanda’s robot boyfriend-”

“-Synthezoid,” Jimmy corrected before seeing the look Darcy gave him. “Sorry.”

“Synthezoid boyfriend died because Thanos pulled the mind stone out of his head, she had to watch him die twice and freaked out, stole his body from S.W.O.R.D., and created a fake sitcom reality where she goes through decades because she’s a grieving 30 year old with an odd obsession with tv shows. Oh, and she’s mind controlling a whole town and I’m supposed to convince her to let them go. Almost forgot that one,” You said, pointedly making the lighthearted joke because of Jimmy’s evident stress, chuckling softly.

“Just be careful,” Darcy cut in, “Wanda doesn’t seem to want to leave and we won't know if things go wrong because she chooses what goes in her show and what doesn’t.”

“I’ll be just fine. Let’s go,” You sighed and the four of you started to head out the door, but Hayward pulled you aside before you could leave the building. You told them to go ahead and you would meet them by the car.

“Ms (Y/L/N),” Hayward nodded, and you nodded back to him. Warm greeting, you thought. “Director Hayward.”

“If you cannot get Wanda to submit and release the people of Westview, I want you to fight her. Do whatever you have to, I need the Vision’s body back in S.W.O.R.D. custody and the citizens of Westview to be freed.”

Your brow furrowed, “My assignment is to try to persuade Ms Maximoff. I’m not fighting her, Sir. She’s grieving. I just got here and I can tell. She seems like she just wants to be happy.”

He scoffed at you and shook his head, “Her happiness means nothing to me. Ms Maximoff has thousands held captive. So, I think you’re misunderstanding me, Ms (Y/L/N), I am ordering you to kill her if needed. We need her to bring that barrier down.”

“I don’t take orders from you, Director. I’m just here to try to work things out, not to fight anyone,” You retorted.

“So you would let her continue to mind control the people of Westview? To continue controlling a sentient weapon made of vibranium?” Hayward asked pointedly, but you weren’t having any of it.

“With all due respect, you seem awfully concerned about the Vision when there are ‘thousands held captive’. And regardless, do you have any idea what would happen if Wanda died while all those people were in there?” You paused for a moment, giving him a chance to answer. “I didn’t think so.”

And with that, you turned on your heel and huffed, quickly making your way to the car that was waiting to take you to the border of the hex, Darcy, Monica, and Jimmy sat inside of it.

“What did he want?” Jimmy asked.

You sighed and started playing with the sleeve of your long sleeved shirt, “He wants me to kill Wanda if she doesn’t stop mind controlling Westview.”

Darcy’s eyes widened, “Sorry, what?”

You looked up at her and saw her concerned expression, “Oh, I’m not going to.” You said quickly, not wanting any of them to get the wrong impression. “He isn’t in charge of me. Wanda doesn’t seem to want to hurt anyone in Westview, and besides, it would be foolish when we know nothing about what would happen inside the barrier if she died.”

Darcy nodded as Monica parked the car and the four of you got out of it.

“Thank you for doing this, (Y/n),” Monica smiled softly as you reached the hex.

“You know I’m always willing to help you when you need me,” You smiled and looked towards the barrier.

You knew the trio was watching you intently, with the other agents standing outside, waiting for you to go in, but your heart was racing and you had to take a few deep breaths before bringing your hands up, moving your fingers in a way that they recognized to be similar to the way Wanda did, and you stepped closer, the blue light from your powers flowing forward and hitting the hex.

It kind of looked like when food coloring is dropped into water, and the color spreads, except your powers were the food coloring, and the hex was the water.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you pulled your hands further apart and groaned as you slowly but surely pulled apart a section of the barrier that was big enough for you to fit through before walking right through it.

As soon as you were through, you looked behind you and saw nothing. None of the S.W.O.R.D. tents or buildings or cars, Darcy, Monica, Jimmy, and all the other agents who were outside were gone. It was just a plain old normal street.

You looked down at your clothes and chuckled, the 80s. If Wanda had anything, it was a fashion sense, whether it was conscious of it or not. You were dressed in a fitted white shirt, and an electric blue skirt and cropped blazer set. Was it a bit tacky? Sort of, but you couldn’t help but love it. However, you were very pleased that the white boots you were wearing didn’t have too high of a heel. 

You sighed and knew you needed to go quickly. Vision had just left for work and this was the best chance you were going to get to talk to Wanda. You doubted she would let you convince her to let everyone go if Vision was there with her.

You extended your arms to the ground below you and used your powers to lift yourself up into the air, waiting until you saw the house you recognized to be Wanda’s to fly down to a street that had no one on it that was close enough for you to arrive quickly.

Your hand trembled as it reached up to knock on the door, but before you could overthink any longer, you tapped your knuckles against the wood three times and waited, playing with your fingers.

Wanda opened the door and smiled, though she wore a confused expression on her face, “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met before, or have we?”

You offered a smile and shook your head, “We haven’t, I’m (Y/n).”

“Wanda,” she said, with a lilt in her voice.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something, if you aren’t busy? It’s important.”

She gazed at you curiously before nodding and stepping out of the way, “Come inside.”

You walked inside her home, the feeling you got was weird. You’d seen it on Darcy’s tv, but it was different to actually be in the room.

Wanda noticed the way your eyes flicked around her living room, looking at the couch, the photos hanging, the random decorations, and the few toys on the floor.

“Do you want something to drink?” She asked politely, before noticing you staring at one of the toys Tommy happened to favor. “My boys are upstairs.”

You smiled politely and shook your head, “I’m alright, Wanda, thank you. I need to talk to you about what you’re doing.” You started, not very strongly, but it wasn’t like you could just blurt out what you needed to say. This was a difficult situation.

“I’m sorry?” She tilted her head, not catching on, but she looked worried.

“I know about your powers, you’re controlling everyone in Westview, and Vision is starting to-”

“Leave,” Wanda extended her hands and tried to levitate you out, but you put your hands at your side and grounded yourself, blue mist surrounding your feet.

Wanda faltered and her eyes widened at the sight of your powers, “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n. I was sent here to convince you to let everyone in Westview go. I promise I don’t mean you any harm, I just want things to go smoothly so no one else gets hurt.”

Wanda shook her head, “I can't just let go of this, I finally have everything I want.”

You sighed and nodded, “I understand how you feel, I have lost family too, but the people of Westview, they have their own lives and families. They’re in pain, Wanda. I can feel it. Can’t you?”

Her eyes snapped up and met yours, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill. She shook her head, “I can’t feel it.”

You stood for a moment, the two of you just looking at each other, before taking a breath and letting the blue mist that was keeping you grounded fade away. Cautiously, you walked closer to her and let out a breath of relief when she wasn’t backing away or looking like she was going to attack you.

“You can look into minds, can’t you?” You asked, knowing that showing her the pain she was unknowingly putting these people through was the best chance you had at convincing her to do the right thing. 

Wanda nodded without saying anything and understood what you wanted her to do. Shakily, she lifted her hand and bit her lip, she looked scared.

You blinked a few times, thought, fuck it, and gently held her wrist, bringing her hand up to your temple. You watched her eyes glow red before closing your eyes, allowing Wanda to see inside your mind.

All Wanda could feel was an unbearable amount of agony, she heard thousands of voices overlapping each other, panicked screams and crying. It was too much. Everyone sounded so scared. She did this.

The feeling was excruciating and let out a strangled sob, which made your eyes open on instinct.

Tears were flowing freely down Wanda’s face and she slowly sank to her knees, trying to catch her breath.

You got down on the floor in front of her and held one of her hands, using your other one to tilt her chin up towards you, “It’s okay, Wanda.”

She shook her head furiously and squeezed your hand, leaning forward, into you.

You wrapped your arm around her and let her cry into your shoulder. Your stomach felt twisted and you couldn’t believe Hayward had asked you to kill Wanda if she refused to comply, not when she was reacting like this.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen like this,” She managed to get out between deep breaths and whimpers. “I just - I wanted Vis back.”

Tears pricked at your own eyes, but you ignored them, knowing that you had to focus on Wanda, “I know, it’s okay. Everything will be okay. You just have to put down the barriers around Westview and stop mind controlling everyone.”

Wanda’s breath hitched, but she nodded, “Okay.”

“Okay?” You asked. Surprised at how you managed to get her to listen to you.

“I’ll do it now,” She sniffled and wiped her tears, standing up slowly.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Well, hold on, don’t you want to see Vision first? Or call the twins down here?”

Her lips pressed together as another tear slipped down her cheek and she shook her head, “I don’t know what I’ll do if I allow myself to see them again,” She said quietly.

You nodded and stepped back, letting her go about this whatever way she wanted.

You watched her work, even though the two of you were inside, you could see out the window that the sky had turned red and it was gradually getting more blue, looking like she was chipping off pieces of the sky, if the sky was red, away from the inside out. 

Before you knew it, the house the two of you were standing in had been reduced to the foundation of a home, just concrete laying on the floor in the shape of the house Wanda had been living in. 

She was wearing a burgundy shirt, a jacket, and jeans instead of the big jeans and plaid shirt she’d had on before, and you were back to wearing your comfortable grey long sleeved shirt and jeans.

Her bottom lip started to tremble and she turned towards you before her breath started to quicken.

You wore a pained expression and stepped towards her, holding your arms out. You thought she was going to deny the embrace you were offering her, but she walked forward and buried her head in your neck, letting you wrap your arms around her, “I’m really proud of you, Wanda. It takes a lot to be able to give up something that important to you.”

She nodded, but said nothing. You stood there for about two more minutes before her breathing had calmed and she’d stopped crying. “Thank you, (Y/n).”

You nodded and smiled sadly at her before you both looked towards the red buick that was now sitting in her driveway, “I think I’m going to have to take you back out of Westview with me. I’ll get in trouble if I just let you leave, I think.”

“It’s fine, I’ll go,” She fished the keys to her car out of her pocket and played with the keyring. “Do you think you can drive us? I kind of want to look around before we leave.”

You took her keys and she let out a breath before quietly thanking you and walking to the passenger seat of her car.

Before you pulled out of the driveway, you spoke, “How did you do all of this?” You asked curiously. Sure, you had magic yourself, but there was no way you could even dream about pulling off anything like this.

“I’m not sure. All I remember is feeling so completely alone and sad, and I went to S.W.O.R.D. to see Vis for the last time before coming here, because Hayward wouldn’t let me take his body to give him a funeral or anything, so I guess I made a version of him here. I really don’t know how I managed though, because -”

“Sorry,” You interrupted, turning to look at her with your brows knitted together. “You said the Vision stayed in S.W.O.R.D.?”

“Yes?” She nodded. “What is it?”

You huffed and started the engine of the car, pulling out of the driveway, “The lying bastard. Hayward edited security camera footage to make it look like you stole the Vision’s body and used it here.” 

“That’s ridiculous. I know better than to make myself a criminal again. Well, I mean-” 

“It’s fine Wanda. You didn’t mean to,” You continued driving, enjoying the neighborhood.

When you were getting close to the edge of town, she spoke again. “Am I going to jail?”

“I won’t let them put you in jail,” You said simply.

“What, why?” Wanda asked, and it was clear that she was asking because she thought she deserved it and she was expecting it to happen.

“You don’t deserve it,” You shrugged. You didn’t want her to suffer alone, again. She already tried that, and look where that got everyone.

Wanda shook her head, “You know that isn’t true.”

“I believe it is. I know that your actions were wrong, but Hayward was wrong for denying you when you asked for Vision’s body to bury. It wasn’t his to have. All he cares about is money and power and the Vision would cost a lot of money and would give him a lot of power. I mean, realistically, he’s kind of the cause for this. But that’s not the point. The point is that it was never your intention to hurt these people and it’s not fair to you that he set you up like this.”

“And what will you do if they try to put me in jail?” Wanda asked curiously, her voice low.

You sighed as you started to be able to make out Jimmy, Monica, and Darcy from far away. “I dunno, maybe we can run away together or something.”

[writing-in-lesbian]

Salvation in Disguise

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female reader (platonic) Tags: angst, cursing words, minor assumed violence, mentions of homophobia, legal age gap. Translations: pozhaluysta = please. Synopsis: When Wanda is leaving Westview, all its habitants felt relieved, left to their own devices to rebuild their old lives and to never heard from Wanda again. Except for you. You were left with an important decision. Her spell and control over your family gave you an escape from their control and mistreats towards you. So when she's driving away, you had a few minutes to save your life.

You were at the park having a rare time for yourself. Your parents allowed you to go and walk around before you have to go back for lunch. A rare occasion indeed, since you were 99% of your time with your parents and siblings, despite being legally out of age and with a well-paid job. 

For some reason, that seems normal to all your neighbors, living at your parent's house feels normal, but to you, there’s something else. You can’t explain it but you feel something is not quite right, but since you have so much fun when you’re with them you don’t question the nagging feeling in the back of your head.

With the day off, you decided to take on Agnes' advice and try that coffee shop in front of the park. Has it always been here? You can’t remember seeing it before, but with so many things happening lately and your constant daydreaming you think it might have been renovated and you never noticed.

You ordered the special of the day a “dirty chai” (which is just a chai latte with an espresso shot) and an integral muffin (balance) before going back to the park to do your favorite activity: people watching. 

Choosing your favorite bench in front of the fountain, you enjoy your small snack hoping to see at least from afar your favorite person in the whole town. Wanda Maximoff. 

You don’t remember when they moved here, maybe you never paid any attention to the people around your hood, but when it came to her? It was unavoidable not to. You formed a good relationship after the twins were born, helping her babysit for a few days after Monica went back to her hometown. The boys grew so fast (almost in the blink of an eye) but they were your favorite ones to watch. You even like Vision (was it an odd name? Sure) despite he being the one married to your crush. 

You were so engrossed and lost in your thoughts you don’t notice Wanda running into the park. It’s not until you heard a loud crash you turn your eyes to the sky and see it.

Agnes. 

Floating up there in the sky and throwing what it seems flashes of lights.

And Wanda. Beautiful and innocent Wanda.

Floating as well.

You see a purple light go straight to her.

You drop your muffin and get up from the bench so fast. “WANDA WATCH OUT!”

You’re not sure if she heard you but before you can yell at her again that same light hits you square on the chest, sending you a few meters away and impacting your body against a lamp post. Everything goes black.

… … …

”I’m not a witch. I don’t cast spells. No one taught me magic”

“Your powers exceed that of the Sorcerer Supreme. It’s your destiny to destroy the world” … … …

You hear a lot of commotion, you grunt and try to open your eyes. Everything is dark, a red mist covering the sky. You desperately look around for Wanda. You have a horrible headache, it’s as if something trapped in your mind is trying to get free. You try to get up but your body refuses, managing only to sit up.

You hear Agnes's voice up above you and when you look up at the sky, Wanda is there, surrounded by the red mist. It looks as if it's coming out of her. Her previous red hoodie is now a red top, on her forehead, there’s a tiara.

Standing there open-mouthed you can’t help but appreciate her beauty and strength. Even Agnes (did she call her Agatha?) Is it a weird kind of purple robe? You hear the twins and Monica around you, you even saw a flash of something red and white flaying on the other side of the park but you don’t have eyes for anyone else but Wanda.

A big explosion surrounds you and the park. And then everything goes black again, but you’re conscious this time. You know you should go back home, you’re not sure what’s happening but you’ll probably be safer at home.

There’s this nagging feeling again inside your head. At this point, it might explode from the pain. Migraines are nothing compared to this, but you can’t move. You are glued to your spot. You can’t stop outlook out for Wanda.

Suddenly, the sun comes out again (did it ever went down) and everything is bright. You see Monica in a black and white uniform in front of the twins, Vision s there as well but he’s….red? (You. Might have hit your head harder than you expect it. Westview was known for weird shit happening but this is extreme). 

When you see Wanda again, you see her talking to Agnes, and right before your eyes, her clothes change, her angry and scared voice goes back to being the overly sweet lady you once knew. You stand up and run back home despite your mind screaming not to.

// // //

It’s past midnight when you feel it. You were awakened by this flash of light bringing you back from dreamland gasping for air. 

Your mind is racing 3000 miles a second. Memories of your life coming up to you. 

Being yelled at, hit and slapped, punished by the person’s that should love you no matter what just for loving another girl. 

Been kept against your own will at the house.

The constant verbal and physical abuse. 

The loneliness of being taken far away from your friends and your ex-girlfriend and going to live in the middle of nowhere town when you were 16. A town so small no one would even think about looking out for you here. 

The hopelessness of not being able to run away because your father was a retired high-rank government officer. 

You check your thighs and wrists. The fading scars are there. The ones where you cut to numb the paint make you forget and maybe the final one that takes you out of this realm. 

You remember one day being up in your room crying yourself to sleep when your headaches started. You were no stranger to migraines, but this was worse, so bad you wanted to vomit. 

You ran to your bathroom. Next thing you know, you were having family dinners and going on Sunday family trips. 

And you knew everything was related to Wanda. Things changed when she came to town.

Wanda, the park, Agnes (guess is Agatha know). You suddenly put 2 and 2 together.

Wanda.

You need to see her.

You know you need to run to her. She might be your salvation.

You think you probably have a few hours before everyone is starting to get up and getting their memories, but the noise coming from your parent's rooms tells you it’s not that much.

Throwing a few changes of clothes, the few money you had saved from your babysitting days, you take your bag and slowly and quietly make your way downstairs. If the clock is right is almost 3 am.

You reach the main floor when the door of your parent's rooms cracks. You hold your breath, praying to someone they don’t notice you. The bathroom door closes a few seconds later. You make your way to the living room, only noticing the one picture is there. You stand there, behind your parents and where they used to be your siblings, you see there’s nothing there. It was just part of whatever Wanda created for you.

You take the opportunity and open the living room window and jump through it. The main and back doors are locked at night and only your father has the key. One night when he left you outside all night after getting late 3 minutes after your curfew, you made sure to break the lock on the leaving room window in case of an emergency. They never opened it so never noticed it.

You see the bathroom light is still on. You count to ten before sprinting toward the driveway and towards Wanda’s house, hoping to find her. At this point, you’ll be happy to find Agatha or even Monica.

Before you arrive at her house you stop. You don’t even know if your theory is correct but at this point of your life, you’re ready to risk it. 

You get there and look for her house. All you see is an empty lot.

No house, no construction, not even the reminiscent of anything. You start to panic.

“No, no, no, no”

Your breath gets shallow and your eyes are burning from your tears. You look frantically trying so desperately to find a sign of her. Anything but there’s nothing.

“You shouldn’t be here… Y/N”

Her thick accent makes you turn so fast your neck hurts.

“Wanda” you say with relief in your voice. She’s taken aback, clearly not expecting it. Her eyes are swollen and her red outfit is nowhere to be seen. Instead, she’s wearing a black hoodie.

You take a step towards her but she takes one back. You stop. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I…”

You don’t know. You just wanted to see her. The night air is colder or maybe is just your nerves. You hug yourself in order to get some warmth into your body. Your pj’s aren’t exactly the warmest ones.

She sees this and conjures a thick jacket around you. When you say nothing she continues putting some bags into her car. A black and heavy-looking bag pack at her shoulders. 

“You’re leaving?”

“I don’t think I’m welcoming here anymore Y/N. You should go home”

It’s the panic of not seeing her again, of her leaving you that has you getting closer to her and taking her wrist, stopping whatever task she was doing.

“Take me with you”

“What?” Her voice is barely a whisper but in the silence of the night is so loud she might be well yelling at you.

“Take me whit you Wanda… please”

You don’t beg. Never. Not after learning at a young age it only brought more problems, your father never stopped if you begged, it just enraged him more, so you learn to never beg, for anything.

She sees your hand on her wrist and feels the emotions swilling around you. She dares not to look at your mind but your thoughts are so loud she can’t help to see half of the abuse you have suffered. 

A small gasp leaves her lips.

“Why do you want to go with me? I’m a monster. You saw it yourself”

“You’re not a monster. Not to me”

She’s still watching your hand. Your voice is just a whisper.

“I trapped you here”

“You freed me”

“I controlled your mind!”

“You saved me!”

“You... I… what?” She’s speechless, her nose scrunched in this little way you always thought cute.

“I don’t know the extend of what happened or how it happened, All I know is that my life was hell, literal hell and then you came into Westview and…”

“I should never have done what I did Y/N. You should be afraid of me”

“I’m not”

“Well you should”

You can tell she’s getting exasperated. Her eyes flashing red.

“Wanda… pozhaluysta”

It’s that little world in her native langue that has her seeing you for the first time this night. She sees your eyes and sees all the pain and anguish you have. She sees the same reflected in her eyes.

A plea in your eyes. You don’t see her as a monster or the Scarlet Witch. When you see her, she can see hope in your eyes.

She joined the Avengers and fought at their side to save people. The recent events after Thanos sidetracked her and blinded her. She was grieving and in pain… and did things she never thought of doing. Was she really what Hydra, Ultron, Agatha, and a lot of people said she was? Someone to be afraid of?

But you were here and as much as she just wants to grieve and is suffering, she has the chance again of being a hero. To make the effort and fight for once she once fought, to be worthy again, to make Vision sacrifice worth, to fight for the love she once felt.

“Okey”

The smile you give her is prof enough she can start again.

When Wanda left Westview and all its habitants, they felt relieved, left to their own devices to rebuild their old lives and to never heard from her again. Except for you. 

You were leaving with her, escaping from the real prison you lived before she came into your life and offered you your salvation in disguise.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Wanda//for it is only temporary

Request: Can I request A Wanda Maximoff x Reader, where reader's part of sword and they get stuck in Westview somehow, maybe they get powers similar to monica, and go to wanda for help

hey! i hope you like this!! this is my first wanda request so i’m sorry if it sucks, but here you go anyway! and thank you @statticscribbles for helping me with this! i’d be lost without you.

“Hold on, what?” Jimmy says and you stop to look up at him. You’re met with concerned eyes from everyone in the room, including Hayward and your own eyes widen a little in surprise.

You cough and look away, busying yourself with the suit that you’re hoping is intact and ready for a trip through the hex. You can feel them staring at you, and it makes your skin crawl, despite the majority of them being your friends as well as colleagues. 

They’re waiting for an explanation so they can tell you how bad of an idea it is. And you know it is, you don’t need them to tell you. You’ve spent enough time sat beside the invisible wall trying to find a way in and maybe whatever has caused Monica to rewrite her DNA has seeped into you, but even if it has, at least you haven’t been through it, you’re less likely to...well, to die. And you’ll take those odds, it’s better than the almost guaranteed death of Monica. 

“Think about it, Monica can’t exactly go back in, I mean it’s changed her DNA...no offence.” You send her a sympathetic look and she crosses her arms, a small scowl pulling at her lips. “But I haven’t been in, and I know Wanda, well I know her more than all of these people with guns that are gonna be pointed at her as soon as they find her. I can talk to her, like Monica said, she clearly needs help and well, I know what she’s going through, if anyone can help her and those people that are stuck in there, it’s me.” 

“Y/-” Darcy starts but you cut her off, the tension in the air is already too heavy, it sits on your chest, making it harder and harder to breath and it’s not helped by all of the concerned looks you’re getting. 

“Plus, what era are we in now? The 80s? I’ve always wondered what I’d look like with a perm.” You try to ease the tension with a joke, but the best you get is a forced smile from Jimmy that just makes you feel worse. “I’ll be fine. I have hundreds of people monitoring everything that goes on in there, and I have you.” You look at Darcy and her expression softens. “I know that as soon as you notice one thing wrong, you’ll be the one leading the army in, but please, trust me.” You squeeze her shoulder and she sighs, slumping back in her seat. “Just let me try.” 

“Please, don’t kill me!” You panic and throw your arms in the air. Wanda’s hand lowers a few centimetres, but her eyes still glow red and you remind yourself not to breathe too hard, you know, just in case. “I need your help.” You add and her arm drops to her side. She looks behind her, at the sage coloured house that keeps the three people she holds dearest to her. She knows exactly what each of them are doing. Tommy and Billy are using their dad as a climbing frame, and she should be in the kitchen, making them dinner and smiling as she listens to their laughter. 

But then she see’s the panic in your eyes. You look scared and she knows she doesn’t know you, but somewhere deep down she feels like she does. Maybe in another life you were friends, maybe if things were different, you would be friends. 

“Listen, I probably shouldn’t be telling you this.” You slowly walk closer to her and she stands straighter. “But there is a bunch of people outside of this place with guns and bombs and god knows what, just waiting to come in here and destroy it. But I’m not one of them, and neither is Monica or Darcy or Jimmy. In fact, Darcy and Jimmy have been enjoying this maybe a little too much, but that’s not the point. We want to help you, but we can’t do that if you keep kicking us out, because the people with the guns will come in and they will tear this place down, no matter what.” You explain and you watch her expression change. It goes from confusion, to anger and finally settles on sadness as tears pool in her eyes. 

“So why are you here?” She asks, her eyebrows furrowing as she looks you up and down. 

“Because I wanted to talk to you.” You say and she raises her hands, twisting and turning them together and your eyes widen in panic. You quickly stand straighter and wave your hands around. “But, not anymore.” You add quickly. “Listen, before I came in here, I couldn’t do this.” You say and your eyes change from their normal colour to an icy blue. 

“Oh.” Wanda says confused and you nod slowly. 

“Yeah. I also wasn’t bulletproof and I could barely fight my way out of a sleeping bag that one time I went camping, but I can now have people on the floor in seconds without breaking a sweat. I don’t know what to do. On the way here, an older woman asked how I was and I threw her into a house across the street.” You frown and watch her think for a few seconds. “So, please help. Because, well I can’t seem to control these and I actually quite like not assaulting random people.”  

“What do you think I can do?” She blinks and glances back at her house again. 

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “But you created this place, and you seem to be pretty good at controlling your powers...most of the time.” You mumble the last part and she glares at you. “But well, I figured who better to talk to when you suddenly find yourself become a superher-Oh, holy shit! Am I gonna be an avenger-right sorry, not the time.” You shake your head and she stares at you blankly for a few seconds. “I’m Y/n by the way.” You add quickly and she rolls her eyes. 

“Fine.” She nods. “I’ll help, but any mention of destroying this place and I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to use your newly found powers anymore.” She threatens making you gulp. 

With a flick of her wrist, your suit is transformed into a pair of blue jeans and a very loud t-shirt. Bright eye shadow irritates your eyes and when you try to move your hair from your eyes, your met with tight curls and your face lights up. 

“Did you just give me a perm?” You ask and she looks at your hair before nodding. 

“I thought you’d like it.” She shrugs. “Don’t get used to this. You’re only here until you learn to control your powers and then I’m kicking you out and nobody is going to bother my family again.” She says lowly and you gulp. 

You’re about to reply when footsteps come running down the path towards you. You look up and see Tommy and Billy running towards you with bright smiles on their faces. Vision follows shortly after and you forgot how to breathe for a few seconds, it’s like you’re looking at a ghost. He smiles at you and you return it before focusing your attention on the boys, it’s too much to see Vision alive and well right now.

“Boys, this is Y/n, she’s just moved in across the street.” She introduces you to the twins and they grin and wave at you. 

“Hey,” 

There’s an awkward silence for a few seconds before Wanda jumps in and paints a bright smile on her face. 

“Why don’t we welcome her to the neighbourhood and go bake some cookies for her!” She says and the boys cheer before running back into the house. 

Vision waves at you, but it feels off, it’s like he’s trying to figure out if he’s seen you around. And he has, just not here. 

“Dad!” Tommy shouts and Vision pulls his gaze away from you. He blinks and follows his sons back into the house.

It’s just you and Wanda now, and as soon as Vision walks through the front door, her smile falls. 

“Remember what I said.” She says and you nod quickly. 

“Yep, only temporary.” You reply and she gives you an approving look, before walking away. You look around, hoping that Darcy and Jimmy are watching and send them an unsure thumbs up. 

The credits roll, over a freeze frame of your face, and Darcy and Jimmy stare at each other. 

“Shit.” Darcy mumbles. 

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