#wilson gets married to then spend all his time with his best friend

[ineedyoutotellmeyouloveme]

it’s the way that wilson gets married and then spends as little time with his wife as possible, like bro what is the point of that*

[queerheadcanoncentral]

James Wilson sfw alphabet.

Prompts from @imagineimagineimagine (I just changed one)

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Physically: Their neck, hands, eyes.

Mentally: Them being more confident than him.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He definitely wants kids, but he is afraid that he would be an absent father because of his work and because House would constantly drag him away and criticise him for not spending more time with his kid/s.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

He likes to be the big spoon, make you feel secure and warm, but after a hard day at work he’d like to be the little spoon.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

After three failed marriages he isn’t sure that he wants to get married again. He would put it off for a long time until you finally get sick of waiting and propose to him.

E = Exception (Are they willing to cross their boundaries for you?)

Yes.

F = Feelings (When did they know they're in love?)

You and James have been dating for just a few months and in that time you have been spending at least half of the nights at his place. One night you were cooking dinner in his kitchen and you heard loud knocking on the door. When you looked through the peephole you saw a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at you. You opened the door unsure if it’s the right thing to do. 

“To be honest I expected a female hooker, but I guess Wilson likes some variety.”

 “Ah, you must be House, come on in.” He had a slightly bewildered look on his face but he followed you inside and into the kitchen.

“People usually don’t mention their  best friend to a one night stand.”

“I’m dating him, he’s in the shower right now, should be out soon.”

“Whatcha cookin?”

“Falafel, pita bread with some vegetables and hummus. Want some?”

“No, I don’t want to be eating your dinner.”

“It’s fine. Some of it was gonna be for his lunch tomorrow and from what James tells me you usually eat it anyway so might as well eat it warm.”

“I like you.” Just as he said it James walked into the living room in time to hear a part of your conversation.

“What did you say to them? What did he say to you? What did you say to him?” he said panicked. But who can blame him. It’s dangerous to leave House alone with someone you care about.

“I offered him to stay for dinner, I heard a lot about him and want to see what’s actually true.”

That night you talked for hours. You dogged every jab and rude joke that House threw your way. By the time that your plates were clear and wine glasses empty, you and House became quite good friends and James saw that there might be a long future with you.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

There are times when he is just too exhausted all the time to notice you doing nice things for him and just responds with a half-hearted thank you. When he finally feels better and gets out of the rough patch, he realises that he wasn’t grateful enough, so for the next week or so when you do something nice for him, even as simple as passing a water bottle, he looks you in the eyes and with a smile says thank you. He will also randomly tell you how much he love you and how lucky he is to be dating you. 

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

The biggest secret that he would have would be his feelings. He wouldn’t mention his depression or what annoys him about you. For the good of your relationship you would have to pry it out of him.

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

He would absolutely freak out. Even if it wasn’t a complicated injury (like you broke an arm of something because you fell) he would still be overprotective and boss around any doctor that is taking care of you. He would insist on taking you to PPTH even if another hospital is closer.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it?)

Oh yes he does! Because he cheated on his wives he is “slightly” paranoid about you cheating. He usually bottles it up and doesn't want to talk about it so you have to bring it up and reassure him that you would never cheat on him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

He likes slow and passionate. If you are trying to give him a quick peck on the lips he will pull you back in for a longer one.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He does. I mean…have you seen him? He moves faster than U-haul lesbians.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

Getting drunk at night at some medical conference and sneaking away to an orchard to cuddle and have a makeout session(maybe more).

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Absolutely yes. He never asks for anything back tho. Especially when he feels guilty about something (even if there is nothing to feel guilty about). But when you buy something expensive for him he’ll be like “No, you didn’t have to. Are you sure? Let me repay you with a nice dinner.”.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

It’s very obvious to everyone. He is immediately in a good mood and has a pep in his step. Before he confesses his feelings he's more cuddly, hangs out with you more and buys you gifts all the time. “I saw it and it reminded me of you so I bought it. You look good in it- I mean you always look good- I mean-”

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling, Honey, Babie, Sweetheart.

Q = Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

Are you okay? How was your day? How do I look? Wanna go grab dinner? Is it okay if House joins us?

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Read, cook, cuddle, and watch movies together.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

Cuddles, tea, words of reassurance, doing anything you want, stupid movies.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

We know from the show that he is a bit of a movie buff, so probably movies and anything film related.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

He wants to know the whole you. Always listens and asks about your feelings. He’s afraid of making the same mistakes he made in his previous relationships and losing you.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Absolutely. When James Evan Wilson loves, he loves with his entire heart. If you asked him to move to Alaska with you, he would.

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

If he is the one to propose, he proposes in a place that reminds him of the first time he met you.

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

He doesn’t really like PDA (except when he’s drunk). In private he can’t get his hand off of you.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they're separated from their S/O?)

Depends. If he has nothing to do he is completely love sick and mopes a lot. If he is busy with work or with House, he mostly forgets that you exist.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

Yes! (I don’t think I need to justify that. Just look at what he has done for House.)

[cowgurrrl]

“I want to be great or nothing.”

Summary: When world famous rockstar Joel Miller finds himself in some hot water with the press, his PR team suggests fake dating an up and coming actress to refine his image. However, when they actually start spending time together, the happy couple can’t stand each other. Will they be able to turn it around for the cameras or will it all be for nothing?

Warnings: smut indicated with an asterisk, tlou au, fake dating, enemies to ???, Sarah is alive :D

01. Smile You’re on Camera [1.7k]

02. When The Sun Goes Down [2.6k]

03. BWFW [3.8k]

04. Kiwi [3.8k]

05. A plea for tenderness* [7.3k]

06. Blueberry Pancakes* [4.5k]

07. Losing My Cool [1.1k]

08. Never Thought [3.5k]

09. Layla [2.3k]

10. Pine Point [4.7k]

11. Old Friends Die Hard [3.6k]

12. Too Close [2.5k]

13. The Chain [2.6k]

14. From the Dining Table [4.5k]

15. Wonderfully Bizarre [1.2k]

🎸🎸🎸

Drabbles

A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to Be: You settle into life without Joel

Night Shift: Joel settles into life without you

Tennessee Whiskey: A (somewhat) quiet night as you and Joel adjust to sharing life again

Thank God I Found You: You and Joel talk about going public with your relationship

Gold Dust Woman: Oscars season with Joel

The Actress: Red carpet interviews with Joel

Je te laisserai des mots: You and Joel realize forever doesn’t sound too bad

I Want To Marry You: Joel asks you The Question

Kiss Me Once, and Kiss Me Twice: You and Joel get married

Heavy Metal Drummer: When Joel’s drummer suddenly drops out, who better to fill in than the girl who’s been there since the beginning?

Just A Boy: Joel struggles with your newest cast mate

Small Bump: You tell the girls you’re pregnant

Beautiful Boy: You and Joel find out the gender of your baby

Hayloft: Joel being protective of his family

Choreomania: Sammy tries to figure out if he likes what his dad does

Brooklyn Baby: You and Joel welcome your son

Iris: Sarah and Ellie hold Sam for the first time

Hey Me, Hey Mama: Mother’s Day

Jackie and Wilson: A night in the Miller household

Little Wonders: When Mom Guilt takes over, Joel finds a way to support you

Mama’s Boy: Sam’s going through a phase

Daydream Believer: Daisy seems to know something you don’t

As It Was: You and Joel have an announcement

At Last: Sam doesn’t seem to know the difference between real life and acting

Daylight: An almost perfect Texas day with the Millers

Yo Gotti: You and Joel read thirst tweets together

Beautiful Girls: Your first night at home with your twins

Love You: Joel being the best dad to tiny baby angels

How Could I Not Love You?: A special day

Unknown: You find out Violet has asthma

I’m Still Standing: Actors on Actors: You and Carolina Garcia-Long

My Girls: The first of many Sophia and Violet days

Lucky: The girls are going through a phase

Girls On Film: Joel accidentally starts discourse

I’m Just Ken: A Halloween fashion show with the Millers

Live from New York: You and Joel take on SNL

Please Come Home for Christmas: The Christmas season with the Millers

Wildflower and Barley: Jealous joel

Bug: The BuzzFeed Puppy Interview

Salad Days: The t-shirt coup

The Millers: A Year in The Life: A documentary about your lives

So This Is Love: A Beach Day

Good Old Days: A SAG-AFTRA Career Retrospective

🎸🎸🎸

Extras 🤠

Joel and sundress season*

Dancing with Joel

Your instagram story 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

ACL with the Millers

Joel’s tattoos

You and Joel find out you’re having a baby

Your reaction to questions about kids

Family headcanons

Random thoughts 1

Random thoughts 2

Honeymoon with Joel

Actress!reader freaking out about Joel on Instagram

Talking about your relationship with Joel

Sammy Insta posts

Family instagram posts

Sophia and Violet

Birthday headcanons

What the kids do later in life

Text threads :D 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

The kids’ instagrams

Grandpa Joel

Grandpa Joel pt. 2

Instagram stories: Barbie edition

Random family thoughts

[cactus-cuddler]

Hello everyone! Below you will find all my works on Marvel characters. For anyone who wants to make requests, please consider this post. Thank you so much for your attention <3

⌦ .｡.:*♡ TYPES OF BOYFRIEND

What kind of boyfriend are:

🛸 Peter Quill

🕸️ Peter Parker

⭐️ Bucky Barnes

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* TYPES OF BEST FRIEND

This character as your Best Friend:

⭐️ Bucky Barnes

*＊✿❀ FANFICTION ❀✿＊*

Keys:

💝: fluff

💥: smut

⧗ Natasha Romanoff

╰┈➤ The prom we never had 💝

Avenger!Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

You have been engaged to Natasha Romanoff since your penultimate year of high school and you will get married in a few months. You have only one regret in your entire relationship: not going to the prom because you were afraid to show yourself to the world for who you are.

╰┈➤ Spy seduction 💥

Spy!Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

You and Natasha are two spies who have worked together for many years. During these years, a particular chemistry has arisen between you that will make something emerge that you couldn't have foreseen

Part 1 - Part 2

╰┈➤ Baking memories 💝

Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

After an argument with Natasha, your partner, you retreat to a friend's place feeling lost and devastated. Two days later, Natasha surprises you by showing up to leave a letter. Filled with anxiety, you're unsure whether to read it, fearing it might end things between you.

╰┈➤ A year of smiles 💝

Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

It's your anniversary and as gifts Natasha gave you a picnic under the stars and you something to relive your memories together

╰┈➤ An irresistible ass 💥

dom!Natasha Romanoff x sub!f!reader

╰┈➤ Tap dancing lessons 💝

Natasha can't resist your ass in a pair of jeans

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

You, Natasha and Wanda have been best friends since high school but you feel something more than friendship with Natasha. One night, unable to sleep, you head to the kitchen but you hear strange noises from the living room

🐊 Loki

╰┈➤ Buried heart

Loki x gn!reader

After joining a protest against the monarchy you find yourself imprisoned alongside Loki, who is dealing with his own inner turmoil. Despite initial animosity, you both bond over shared experiences of suffering and loneliness. As you spend time together in the cell, a friendship blossoms, providing solace and understanding in the midst of despair. Together, you navigate grief, redemption, and the possibility of finding happiness even in confinement.

🕸️ Peter Parker

╰┈➤ Heartfelt birthday (Andrew Garfield's Spiderman) 💝

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x f!reader

your birthday is approaching and your boyfriend is in crisis because he promised you an unforgettable day

⭐️ Bucky Barnes

╰┈➤ Midnight guard (link for the series masterlist) 💝

Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x bartender!f!reader

With your kindness and your sweetness you will little by little penetrate the heart of this man who will decide to become the bodyguard of the bar where you work just to protect you from other men, no one knows like a man what they are capable of doing.

(5 chapter + epilogue)

╰┈➤ Deadly ✭ attraction 💥

dom!Bucky Barnes x sub!virgin!f!reader

There is no specific plot. Bucky and the reader like tease and are both dangerously attracted to each other

╰┈➤ Courtside 💝

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

While reading in a park, you unexpectedly run into one familiar faces—Sam Wilson, your old high school friend, and his colleague, Bucky Barnes. Sam humorously pushing the two of you together. Despite Bucky’s awkwardness and Sam’s meddling, you find yourself drawn to Bucky’s genuine nature, leading to a sweet first date and the promise of more to come.

╰┈➤ Last Sigh

Bucky Barnes x death!reader

Headcanon:

☆ Austistic!Bucky Barnes

[sunnysideprincess]

It was the shirt.

It was the goddamn shirt that started it all.

Bucky had been fine. He had a job. A bunch of lousy, sweet, well-meaning friends and even a decent social life.

There would be a girl or two. Sometimes a man. Other times...

Well he had a cat and a large TV. And every second week, his therapy appointment.

He had an on and off roommate: Tony Stark, millionaire Howard Stark's eccentric spawn. He crashed in whenever he didn't want to go home and Bucky would make a day out of it. He'd cook healthy meals and fruity cocktails. They'd spend the day binge watching whatever caught Tony's fancy. And he would never forgive the little devil for getting him hooked to a cheap-ass monster slasher.

Life was good.

It was easy.

So color him surprised when Steve Rogers decided to throw himself a bachelor's party at Bucky's place. Because the little punk was the first one of their loser gang to be getting married.

"Why my place?"

"Because you're my best friend, Bucky," Steve told him a little too earnestly. Behind him Wilson was wearing a shit eating grin and Nat her devil smile. It set off all the alarm bells in his head so he picked up a fork and stabbed it through Steve's favorite piece of chicken.

"And also you're the only one with a big enough kitchen."

So that was it.

This whole thing with the shirt?—he blamed it all on Steve Rogers and his marriage... Thing.

The party: their loser gang huddled around with booze and enough food to feed a nation, was in full swing and somehow Brock Rumlow was there too.

It was annoying enough when they were just exes. Now he was also a bitchy neighbour and Steve had invited him in after he invited himself. Just. To. Be. Polite.

Except he was also touching Tony with his grimy hands, asking for a tip or two about the best kind of bartending trick.

Tony kept up with it, showing off whatever he'd learned from his part time. If only because he was a sucker for Steve's big cow eyes and didn't want to ruin the party.

But he was clearly uncomfortable.

And that was before Rumlow accidentally spilled vodka all over him.

Bucky, being the good host he was, had distracted Rumlow with Nat (something that would come to haunt him in the future) and then ushered Tony to the bathroom.

He left him alone to stop Wilson from slam dunking Rumlow out of the window and he regretted it a moment later, when Tony emerged wearing the shirt.

That one shirt Bucky usually—if not always, slept in.

It sat on Tony too big. Big enough that he had to roll up the sleeves. Big enough that the collar was sliding off his neck. Big enough that he had to tie it around his waist.

Bucky had made a noise. Something akin to a cat in heat and Tony...

That little shit had given him a sweet, slow smile before pulling down the waistline of his shorts to reveal a hint of lace.

Okay...

So maybe it wasn't just the shirt that started it all.

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: Buck, Chris, Chimney and Denny

In 6x13 “Mixed Feelings” both Buck’s relationship with Chris and Chimney’s relationship with Denny were shown and the differences between Buck’s role in Chris’ life and Chimney’s role in Denny’s life were clearly distinguished.  It’s been mentioned several times in CANON the 118 is a found family and everyone helps and cares for each other.  They attend celebrations together and everyone supports one another especially when one of them is hurt but even though they are a found family, there are also separate family units within it.  Those individual family units include the Grant-Nash (Bathena), Wilson (Henren), Buckley-Han (Madney) and the Buckley-Diaz (Buddie) families.

Chris and Denny are friends and their parents are part of the 118′s found family. Eddie is Chris’ biological father and he named Buck to be Chris’ legal guardian in his will but Buck’s been a second dad to Chris for years.  Hen and Karen are Denny’s mothers and Chimney is Hen’s best friend.  He introduced Hen and Karen and they adopted Denny not long after he was born.

Buck is Chris’ other dad and he’s like an uncle to Denny while Chimney is more of an uncle to Denny and he will become Chris’ uncle after Buck and Eddie get married.  The above GIFs illustrate the roles they’ve played in both boys’ lives over the years.

GIFs 1 & 2: Whenever the 118 gather for a celebration, Chris and Denny are usually together.  In 3x18 “What’s Next?” they helped blow out the candles on May’s graduation cake and in 5x10 “Wrapped in Red” after Hen and Denny arrived, he ran over to hangout with Chris.

GIFs 3 & 4: In 3x10 “Christmas Spirit” Buck gave Chris a Christmas present while they were next to the pinball machine inside of the firehouse. It’s important because the 118 had to work on Christmas Day and Chris was upset with Eddie because of it, so he asked Buck if he could spend Christmas with him. Chris asked Buck the question the same way a child would ask their parent for permission to do something when the other parent has already said no.  This was an example of the Good Cop vs. Bad Cop parenting dynamic between Buck and Eddie.  In order for everyone to have the opportunity to spend the holiday together, Buck worked with Athena to organize a family dinner for the 118 and it was held inside of the firehouse.

Both boys were sitting at the coffee table making gingerbread houses with Buck while Hen and Eddie were sitting at Eddie’s dining room table but Chimney wasn’t present.

In 2x4 “Stuck”, Chimney placed some of the firehoses on the floor so Chris could reach the pinball machine. Chris spent the day at the firehouse because after Eddie’s abuela broke her hip, Eddie didn’t have permanent childcare but Buck called Bobby to let him know Eddie might have to bring Chris to work with him.  All of the 118 helped care for Chris that day but it was Buck who contacted Carla to help Eddie obtain permanent childcare.

GIFs 5 & 6: In 3x2 “Sink or Swim” Buck and Chris spent time on the pier playing games, eating cotton candy and riding rides before the Tsunami hit.  At the time Buck was off work because he quit after he had an embolism during his welcome back to the 118 party.

To cheer him up, Eddie took Chris to Buck’s loft to spend the day with him and the day after the Tsunami, Eddie took Chris back to Buck’s loft and said, “There’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you”.

In 6x8 “9-1-1 What’s Your Fantasy?” Buck went to the Renaissance Faire with Hen and Denny but even though he was there with them, the way he interacted with Denny was the way an uncle would act. Hen and Buck are like brother and sister, therefore Buck’s role in Denny’s life is similar to Chimney’s role, they’re like Denny’s uncles.

GIFs 7 & 8: When Chris got upset with Eddie in 4x8 “Breaking Point” he ordered an Uber so he could leave the house but he didn’t tell Eddie where he was going.  He could have gone to Isabel’s or Pepa’s but instead, he had the Uber driver take him to Buck’s loft.  In 6x9 “Red Flag” Denny asked his mothers about his biological parents and after they gave him some information about them, he left to find his biological father on his own.  He didn’t tell either of his moms where he was going and he didn’t call Chimney or anyone else to ask for help.  This is one of the big differences between the role Buck plays in Chris’ life when compared to the role Chimney plays in Denny’s life because they both ran to their other parents, i.e., Chris went to Buck’s loft and Denny went to Nathaniel’s house.

GIFs 9 & 10:  In 6x11 “In Another Life” when Buck was in a coma, Chris insisted Carla take him to the hospital so he could see him. When Eddie saw them, he reminded Chris kids weren’t allowed in the ICU but Chris said he didn’t care.  Carla distracted the nurse so Eddie could take Chris into the room to visit with Buck and when he got inside, he stood beside Buck’s bed and told him he had to come back. He talked to Buck the same way a child would talk to their parent.

After Buck woke up, he hugged Chris the same way a parent would hug their child after having been gone and the child was worried about them.  Both Hen and Chimney were in Buck’s hospital room with the rest of the 118 but Denny wasn’t which further illustrates the different role Buck plays in both boys’ lives.

In 2x13 “Fight or Flight” after Chimney came out of surgery, Chris was sitting by his bedside and when Chimney woke up, Chris talked with him like he was an uncle.  He told Chimney he heard he had another surgery.  Chris was younger then but he didn’t react to Chimney being in the hospital the way he reacted to Buck being in the hospital in 6x11.

GIFs 11 & 12:  In 6x13, Chimney arrived at the Wilson home to pick up Hen and Denny because Hen’s car broke down and Karen had a meeting in Barstow. Chimney sat on the porch and talked with Denny and their conversation revolved around both of their fathers. After Hen came outside, they all got up and walked away but even though they walked away together, based on the conversation Chimney had with Denny, his role in Denny’s life was shown to be that of an uncle.  

In 2x13, Hen told the 118 a story about the first time Chimney babysat Denny. She explained how he gathered information about the different ways to help a baby fall asleep, therefore he’s been involved in Denny’s life since he was a baby.  But his role in Denny’s life is that of an uncle since he’s one of his mom’s best friends and he’s also a good friend to his other mom too.

Buck and Chris were preparing to bake cookies so Chris could take them to school the next day and their activity of cooking together is something a parent does with their child.  Chimney knows how to cook but he has never been shown baking cookies or anything else with Denny and Buck’s never cooked anything with Denny either.

After 6x13, the roles Buck and Chimney play in both boys’ lives should no longer require an explanation because the show made it clear who’s been coparenting Chris with Eddie and they also showed Chimney’s role in Denny’s life too.  Buck is Chris’ second dad and he’s like an uncle to Denny while Chimney is like an uncle to both boys.

[girljeremystrong]

✨️ read them before the adaptation! ✨️

homeland elegies by ayad akhtar

truly incredible book, one of the best i’ve ever read. part family drama, part social essay, part picaresque adventure — at its heart, it is the story of a father, a son, and the country they both call home.

black buck by mateo askaripour

very fun book where a lot happens all the time. a satirical debut novel about a young man given a shot at stardom as the lone black salesman at a mysterious, cult-like, and wildly successful startup where nothing is as it seems.

the art of fielding by chad harbach

such a wonderful book about two co-dependent friends. at a small school in michigan, baseball star henry seems destined for big league stardom, but when a routine throw goes disastrously off course, the fates of five people are upended.

the nickel boys by colson whitehead

absolutely incredible book. one innocent mistake sends elwood to the nickel academy, a chamber of horrors, where abuse is rife. stunned to find himself in this vicious environment, elwood tries to hold on to hope, but his fellow inmate and new friend turner thinks he’s naive.

tin man by sarah winman

a perfect beautiful & sad love story. ellis and michael are twelve when they first become friends, and then one day this closest of friendships grows into something more. fast forward a decade, ellis is married to annie, and michael is nowhere in sight. what happened in the years between?

interior chinatown by charles yu

a truly beautiful and unique book. willis wu doesn’t perceive himself as the protagonist in his own life: he’s merely ‘generic asian man’, always he is relegated to a prop. he dreams of being 'kung fu guy’ — the most respected role that anyone who looks like him can attain. or is it?

shuggie bain by douglas stuart

very sad but very good. the unforgettable story of young hugh "shuggie" bain, a sweet and lonely boy who spends his 1980s childhood in run-down public housing in glasgow.

nothing to see here by kevin wilson

a great book that’s also very sweet.  a moving and uproarious novel about a woman who finds meaning in her life when she begins caring for two children with remarkable and disturbing abilities (they spontaneously combust when they get agitated).

a gentleman in moscow by amor towles

a novel about a man who is ordered to spend the rest of his life inside a luxury hotel, in an attic room while some of the most tumultuous decades in russian history are unfolding outside the hotel’s doors.

we begin at the end by chris whitaker

this book is so good. read it. a fortysomething-year-old sheriff and a thirteen-year-old girl may not seem to have a lot in common. but when trouble arrives they will be unable to do anything but usher it in, arms wide closed.

the great believers by rebecca makkai

beautiful and sad and dazzling. a novel of friendship and redemption in the face of tragedy and loss set in 1980s chicago and contemporary paris.

age of vice by deepti kapoor

big succession vibes. equal parts crime thriller and family saga,it is an intoxicating novel of gangsters and lovers, false friendships, forbidden romance, and the consequences of corruption. binge-worthy entertainment at its literary best.

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow by gabrielle zevin

two friends-often in love, but never lovers-come together as creative partners in the world of video game design, where success brings them fame, joy, tragedy, duplicity, and, ultimately, a kind of immortality.

the nightingale by kristin hannah

the story of two sisters caught up in occupied france during the second world war and their struggle to survive and resist.

sea of tranquility by emily st. john mandel

a novel of art, time travel, love and plague that takes the reader from vancouver island in 1912 to a dark colony on the moon five hundred years later, unfurling a story of humanity across centuries and space.

the guncle by steven rowley

a warm and deeply funny novel about a once-famous sitcom star whose unexpected family tragedy leaves him with his niece and nephew. very sweet.

razorblade tears by s.a. crosby

two ex-cons with little else in common other than a love for their dead sons, band together in their desperate desire for revenge.

washington black by esi edugyan

washington balck is an eleven-year-old field slave who knows no other life than the barbados sugar plantation where he was born. then his master's eccentric brother chooses him to be his manservant. it tells a story of friendship and betrayal, love and redemption, of a world destroyed and made whole again.

exit west by mohsin hamid

in a country teetering on the brink of civil war, two young people meet. they embark on a furtive love affair and are soon cloistered in a premature intimacy by the unrest roiling their city. when it explodes, as the violence escalates, nadia and saeed decide that they no longer have a choice, they find a door and step through.

sorrow and bliss by meg mason

martha knows there is something wrong with her but she doesn't know what it is. the story is narrated in the aftermath of martha and patrick’s separation, when she is thinking back over her life and trying to understand it, and herself.

maybe you should talk to someone by lori gottlieb

gottlieb invites us into her world as both clinician and patient, examining the truths and fictions we tell ourselves and others as we teeter on the tightrope between love and desire, meaning and mortality, guilt and redemption, terror and courage, hope and change.

the family chao by lan samantha chang

the residents of haven, wisconsin, have dined on the fine chao restaurant’s delicious food for thirty-five years, happy to ignore any unsavory whispers about the family owners. but when brash, charismatic, and tyrannical patriarch leo chao is found dead―presumed murdered―his sons discover that they’ve drawn the exacting gaze of the entire town.

crying in h mart by michelle zauner

a memoir about growing up korean american, losing her mother, and forging her own identity.

young mungo by douglas stuart

growing up in a housing estate in glasgow, mungo and james are born under different stars--mungo a protestant and james a catholic--and they should be sworn enemies if they're to be seen as men at all, yet against all odds, they become best friends.

[joons]

Have Brian Wilson and Elvis every been connected in any way? Like, did they ever meet, listen to each other's music, etc.? If not, what do you think would have happened if they had?

Brian adored Elvis, as most teenagers did in the early '50s and '60s. Brian covered "Blue Christmas" in 1964 and often cited Elvis as one of his musical inspirations. Brian loved him for his vocal abilities, not just his status as a rock-n-roller: "I liked Elvis Presley’s songs," he said. "... I thought Elvis was a very underrated singer, he was a very good singer. He was more of a star. He was known more for his fame than his voice. I think he deserved more credit for his voice."

Brian's affinity for Elvis is evident in his stage setup for his Smile concerts in 2004, which was the first time his incomplete masterpiece (originally set for release in 1967) was performed in its entirety for the public. Brian, like Elvis, has dealt with extreme stage fright for most of his career, so for inspiration, he includes notes from his band and an image of Elvis on his keyboard.

According to band members Mike, Al, and Bruce, Elvis did know the Beach Boys and got to meet some of them in 1968 when he was preparing to resume live appearances and recording tracks for the Comeback Special.

AL JARDINE: Bruce (Johnston) and I met Elvis in the late '60s. He was working in the studio across the hall from us at Western. Bruce and I went over and introduced ourselves and he was very delighted to see us. He was trim and great looking, just like his album covers. He hadn’t gone back out on the road yet. We encouraged him to get back to work and he took us up on it. MIKE LOVE: He was in the big room at Western and had his cape on at the time (laughs). He was preparing to go back out on tour and he was asking us, “Well, what’s it like?” He was a really kind gentleman. He couldn’t have been nicer. He definitely knew who The Beach Boys were. You couldn’t not be aware of who The Beach Boys were in the '60s.

Brian was not with them at the time and never got to see Elvis perform live, but their careers continued to connect in interesting ways. Jerry Schilling, a member of the Memphis Mafia and good friend of Elvis, departed Elvis' group in 1976 to begin managing the Beach Boys full time. He became good friends with the band, especially Carl Wilson, the youngest Wilson brother. "After Elvis, Carl was my closest friend," Jerry said. After Elvis' death in 1977, Carl offered to visit with Vernon Presley, Elvis' dad, to spend time with him and get his mind off his grief.

Jerry Schilling was also married to Myrna Smith, a member of the Sweet Inspirations, a gospel group that provided backing vocals for all of Elvis' stage shows. Myrna wrote the lyrics for many of Carl's solo projects, including a tribute song for Elvis that was being considered as the theme song for the 1981 documentary This Is Elvis. Carl wrote the music, played guitar and sang backing vocals, and Myrna wrote the lyrics and sang. The song was abandoned, but the demo tapes were recovered not too long ago.

JERRY SCHILLING: The song ... tells who Elvis was … the lyrics and the music. It’s simple, it’s sweet, and it’s deep. It’s emotional to talk about it, because all three of these people – who were so close to me in my life – are all gone. But boy, this is a great piece of all of their music left behind honoring Elvis, and done by Carl and Myrna.

Elvis and Brian also both got to work closely with guitarist James Burton. Burton was much more of a long-term staple for Elvis, but he played in sessions for Smile and remembered how Brian would invite musicians to his home and make them spend the night so they could play at all hours.

Now, we get to the best part: Brian and Elvis did meet once, and it's one of my favorite stories of all time. Here is Brian telling the story on The Tonight Show.

It's been told a few different ways (Brian, bless him, is sort of an unreliable narrator, so bear this in mind), but every version is just incredible.

JAMES BURTON: I walked into the big studio, and Brian Wilson was in there mixing a record that I played on. And he said, "Whatcha doing here, man?" [I said,] "I’m in the next room with Elvis rehearsing." He said, "Oh! Please, please take me to meet Elvis." I took him in and he walked up to Elvis and was just looking at him. And Elvis stuck his hand out to shake hands and he couldn’t move. Daily Express/Elvis Birthday Celebration at Graceland, 2020

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JERRY SCHILLING: We were at a rehearsal session at RCA Studios in Hollywood, and Elvis always prided himself on our security. There was security at the studio as well. This big, overweight, bearded guy came into the studio and went right up to Elvis and went, "Hi Elvis, I'm Brian." And Elvis was very upset with us thinking, "How did this guy get in here and who is he?" So Brian said, "I'm recording next door. Would you come over and listen?" And Elvis looked at us; it's almost in spite of us since this guy had gotten through. He said, "Yeah, I'll go over."  So we went over, and Terry Melcher, Doris Day's son, was producing. Terry played a track for Elvis, and Brian said, "Do you think we have anything?" And Elvis said, "No." And we went back to our studio. Later, the security guys told us it was Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys. elvis.com.au

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BRIAN WILSON: I was recording with Terry Melcher at RCA Victor Records in 1975. We were working on the song “Why Do Fools Fall in Love?” Terry said, “Hey, Elvis is in the next studio recording.” That was a big surprise to hear he was in the studio next to me. So I walked into the studio and said, “Hi, I’m Brian Wilson,” and he goes, “Hello, Duke.” I don’t know why he called me Duke. I said, “Would you like to hear what I’m doing in the studio?” and he said yes. So we walked over to my studio and listened to what I was doing and then said he had to leave. It was a thrill to meet him and he was real happy to meet me. Rock Cellar, 2013

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BRIAN WILSON: Yeah, around 1969 we were recording in the same place as Elvis, and I asked him if he’d come across the way to our studio. He shook my hand and goes, “I’ve heard a lot about you. How you doin’, Duke?” He called me “Duke,” don’t ask me why. (laughs) So I figured okay, Elvis is like me, a joker, so I’m going to play a little joke on him. I knew he was a black belt, so I faked a karate chop and a kick at him. He blocked them both easily, and I started cracking up, to show him I was kidding, but he didn’t think it was funny and said, “Hey, Duke, don’t do that.” I said, “Hey man, I’m just kidding around.” So we talked about music for a few minutes, about “Good Vibrations,” and then the conversation sort of died down, so, to liven things up, I threw another karate chop at him. He backed up in his chair, says, “I’m a little worried about you, Duke,” and then signaled to his boys that they were leaving. I never saw him again. I regret that. He was quite an artist. Interview with Alex Simon, 2012

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What has been your most embarrassing moment? BRIAN WILSON: When I karate chopped Elvis Presley. He called me "Duke" - I was so nervous I acted stupid. It was in 1975 at RCA Victor Studios. After I did that, he said, "I gotta get outta here." The Guardian, 2004

BLESS HIS HEART.

This was definitely in 1975, not 1969, while Elvis was working on "Pieces of My Life" from the Today album. Around this time, Brian was mostly just fussing around in the studio, trying to come up with the Beach Boys' next album and attempting to produce small songs for other acts. Brian says he met Elvis while recording "Why Do Fools Fall in Love," which most likely means not his 1964 version but the version he was producing for California Music, a supergroup involving Terry Melcher, Bruce Johnston, Dean Torrence, and others.

This is the song he played for Elvis, most likely.

BRIAN: Do you think we have anything? ELVIS: No.

I agree with E, I think; you had to have the biggest brain imaginable to understand Brian's sound in the mid-'70s. The songs he'd come up with over the next two years are awesome, but weird, and you can tell this is an early effort in a period where he wasn't really trying very hard to complete anything. Actually laughing so hard at Elvis listening to this and just 😬

I don't think Elvis was actually mad or anything, there are a thousand stories of him and his bodyguards reacting quickly to any sudden movement and then relaxing once they realized it was just an overeager fan, and Brian is the biggest wild card, lmao. I'm sure if Elvis had no idea who he was at the time or how he got in, he was probably a bit unsettled but didn't want to be rude. Also very likely that Elvis was bored out of his mind recording in this time period and just wanted an excuse to procrastinate.

Getting back to the other ways they're connected, I love what Brian said, "Elvis is like me, a joker." That's so true. They are both always the Weirdest Person in the Room, which you can SEE in this brief meeting. It kind of makes me think they wouldn't get each other unless circumstances were ideal to really let loose. They both had bonkers, deadpan humor that would go over most people's heads, and they both loved playing pranks on people. I think they would enjoy talking about music and spirituality as well, though Brian would have to keep it to non-drug-related revelations. They are also both girl dads, and it makes me happy just to imagine Lisa, Carnie, and Wendy all playing together. Carnie and Lisa were almost the exact same age, born just two months apart. 🥺

And, to wrap up this incredibly pointless deep dive, what I would wish most is that them knowing each other would have sped up their mutual healing. Brian to me represents the impossible, one-in-a-million shot where the cycle of exploitation that befalls sensitive, genius people in the industry breaks, and someone who was taken advantage of regains control of their life and makes their art on their own terms. Like Elvis, Brian also dealt with enormous creative pressure at a young age, crippling stage fright, a sense of alienation from his peers, a longing to go beyond formulaic music and tap into deeper emotions, binge eating and general disregard for his own health, problems with overmedication, and eventually an abusive manager who controlled all aspects of his personal life. And just ... somehow, he got out of all that and got another chance. I dearly wish Elvis had had more time. Both their stories show how precious life is and how important it is that our loved ones advocate for us, even when we're unable or unready to advocate for ourselves. And to keep responding to the joy and humor and heart in ordinary experiences and people, even when life feels hard.

And they're both so funny, pleeeeeease.

[jazy3]

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#5

For all the Steve and Nancy shippers out there I highly recommend you check out the Rebel Robin: Surviving Hawkins Podcast! Even if podcasts aren’t usually your thing. The series is set during Season 1 of Stranger Things and is about what Robin was up to during that time and there’s lots of great Steve and Nancy content going on in the background.

47 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

#4

Marry Me Review

!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

I was really excited to see this movie based on the trailers and it did not disappoint! It was so good! If you haven’t seen it yet I highly recommend that you find some time this weekend and go! It’s so funny and the music is so catchy! It’s exactly what I needed to see right now! At its core Marry Me is pure, fluffy, rom-com magic. As others have pointed out what makes it so special is that it recaptures so much of that magic that early 2000’s rom-coms had without any of the offensive jokes, patriarchal nonsense, or stupid misunderstandings that could have been solved with a five minute conversation. There’s a reason it was the number one movie on Valentine’s Day this year.

Based on the graphic novel of the same name by Bobby Crosby, Marry Me is about a pop superstar named Kat Valdez who minutes before she’s about to go onstage and marry her fiancé Bastian finds out that he’s been cheating on her with her assistant Tyra via a gossip website. Distressed and heartbroken she picks a man holding a ‘Marry Me’ sign out of the crowd and agrees to marry him onstage. The man turns out to be Charlie Gilbert, a divorced math teacher, who is there with his daughter Lou and was guilted into going to the concert by his best friend Parker.

Following the concert Kat decides to stay married to Charlie for a few months to avoid people thinking she’s manic and that there’s something wrong with her and to put a positive spin on an otherwise terrible situation. Charlie reluctantly agrees to the arrangement out of kindness and as time goes on the two grow closer after getting the chance to spend time together outside of the media spotlight and her management team. Kat bonds with Charlie’s daughter Lou and gets to know his students and eventually the two fall in love for real.

The movie stars Jennifer Lopez as pop superstar Kat Valdez, Latin pop star Maluma as Bastian, Owen Wilson as math teacher Charlie Gilbert, Sarah Silverman as Parker Debbs the school guidance counsellor and Charlie’s best friend, and John Bradley from Game of Thrones as Collin Calloway Kat’s long-time manager and friend. Rounding out the cast are Chloe Coleman from My Spy and Big Little Lies as Charlie’s daughter Lou and Michelle Buteau as Kat’s assistant Melissa. Jimmy Fallon also appears playing a fictionalized version of himself throughout the movie.

What makes this film work is the quality of the writing and the adorable odd-couple chemistry that Kat and Charlie share. They make you fall in love with their story and root for them. The film perfectly leans into the silliness and romanticism that made early to mid 2000’s rom-coms so fun! I loved how the movie stuck to its premise and didn’t try to be something that it wasn’t. The film never takes itself too seriously or tries to make some big profound point. It’s everything that I hoped Isn’t It Romantic? the 2019 rom-com staring Rebel Wilson and Liam Hemsworth would be but wasn’t.

And the reason is clear. The problem with Isn’t It Romantic as a movie was that it took itself too seriously, was always trying to prove some big point about the patriarchy or social norms, and leaned so heavily into parody that it was no longer funny. I had high hopes for that movie and I know a lot of other people did too and while it was ground-breaking for its casting of a plus sized lead the movie ultimately fell flat and just wasn’t the success everyone had hoped for.

Where Marry Me finds its strength is in working within the conventional norms of the traditional rom-com and romantic movie genre while also pointing out things that are problematic in more subtle ways. Because of this when Kat gives a speech at a press conference talking about how ridiculous it is that women feel like they have to wait for a proposal and are expected to take their husband’s last name it doesn’t feel preachy or overdone. It feels authentic. It feels like the genuine complaints of a frustrated woman whose been through hell and back and that is a feeling I think a lot of women can relate to.

There is so much expected of us and going against the grain to do what you want and be happy can often be an uphill battle and come with challenges that most men, the straight ones anyway, rarely have to face. In truth, Marry Me is the feminist rom-com for the modern age that so many other movies have tried to be but didn’t really pull off. There were so many things I loved about this movie. I was surprised at just how funny it was! I knew it would have humour in it based on the premise and the trailers, but I was pleasantly surprised at just how on point the jokes were.

Concentrated heavily in the first half of the movie the jokes, humorous dialogue, and comical situations had me laughing non-stop. The opening number of Kat’s concert is an upbeat tempo number called ‘Church’ that finds J.Lo dressed in an ornament, bejewelled, Catholic cross inspired body suit surrounded by back up dancers in sexy shortened nun outfits. I couldn’t stop laughing and the song is really catchy! It felt like a cross between a Madonna and a J.Lo concert in the best way! It honestly made me want to see her sing live in person. Both Wilson and Lopez have great comedic timing together and Silverman knocks it out of the park as always. Bradley and Coleman shine in their comedic moments as well.

The second half of the movie focused more heavily on emotional moments and power ballads which served to give the movie its emotional punch and sentimental centre. Something I really loved about this movie is that it addressed a whole bunch of things that most movies or TV shows usually leave out or don’t address which are particular pet peeves of my best friend and I who I went to see the movie with. For example, we see Kat talking to her manager about filling the paperwork to make the marriage legal. This is a big pet peeve of ours as in most films or TV shows you see people get married by an officiant, but you never see them actually sign the paperwork or talk about it.

Likewise, when Kat got to the airport to go after Charlie, we saw her manager come to her rescue with her passport, a ticket, and some money as you can’t get on a plane without those things. I had a moment when I thought they were just going to let her through and onto the plane because she was famous which would have been super unrealistic in this day and age. It made for a really sweet moment between Kat and her manager Collin who showed himself to be a loving and supportive friend who genuinely cared about her and did what he could to protect her. I also loved the moment when she tried to buy someone else’s ticket and he had to explain to her that that was illegal and that everyone, or almost everyone, knows that. I’m glad that they chose to go the realistic route as it made for some funny moments and added a sense of realism to the film that a lot of rom-coms, even good ones, tend to lack.

I loved the scenes of Kat and Charlie getting to know each other and them challenging each other to step outside of their comfort zones. Like Kat getting Charlie to try social media and become more tech savvy and Charlie getting Kat to do things for herself when she hadn’t in a long time. I felt like spending time with Charlie brought Kat back to her roots and that was what made her fall for him. I love that Kat found a way to help Charlie connect with Lou more and the scenes with Charlie and Lou’s dog were adorable and hilarious.

I particularly loved the scene with the Ferris Wheel where Kat got the park to reopen for a night so that they could go alone, and he could experience something that brought back fond memories of his mother. Sweet romantic gestures that bring back good memories are the kind of “I’m rich and famous so I can do this” uses of power or influence that I can get behind. I also loved the scene where Kat gave Lou the Chanel purse and we learned that she works with a non-profit that helps women dress for success and get back on their feet.

I have to say J.Lo’s hat game was on point in this movie! Her outfits were stunning! I loved all of them from her concert ensembles to her date night getups. And the music in this film was incredible! My friend and I both said that we wouldn’t be surprised at all if the tracks from this film wind up charting and that if people use ‘Marry Me’ as one of their wedding songs unironically in the years to come. I’ve personally been blasting the soundtrack since I got home from the theatre and have no intention of stopping.

My personal favourites are the pop and ballad versions of ‘Marry Me’ by J.Lo and Maluma, the religiously inspired pop smash ‘Church’, the self-love ballad ‘Love of my Life’, pop ballad ‘On My Way’, and the yearningly beautiful ‘After Love’. I was shocked and surprised to see Utkarsh Ambudkar as one of the mathalete coaches! As long time followers will know I loved him Free Guy and I love him in CBS’ Ghosts. He’s one of a handful of actors that’s been cropping up in everything lately now that all of the pre-pandemic content that was put on hold for the past year to two years is finally being released and I couldn’t be happier for him.

All this being said no movie is without its faults. To this end, I often found Michelle Buteau’s character annoying and felt like she was a bit much at times. However, humour is subjective and since her style of acting and humour has never really been my thing my dislike of her character was kind of inevitable and I can appreciate that other people do enjoy her particular brand of humour. Something I found odd was how Jimmy Fallon was portrayed throughout the movie.

While the opening late night monologue we see playing at Kat’s apartment was funny, talking about how she married a random guy from the audience and joking that she would likely leave him for her Uber driver and then a bellboy, each successive appearance made Fallon appear more and more cruel and mean spirited. I found this odd because out of all the male late night talk show hosts I find Fallon to be the most kind and genuine. He’s one of the better ones in my opinion and I honestly enjoy watching him interview celebrities and I find his monologues and various segments funny and entertaining.

A big part of his appeal I think is how warm and friendly he is and that seems to genuinely care about his guests and the people who work on his show. Which is why I found it odd that he came across as so villainous and mean spirited in the film. I know he’s playing a caricature of himself, but I think he’s usual persona would have worked just fine. Throughout the movie he seemed to go out of his way to make digs at Kat’s expense and during a live television interview tried to get her to admit that her and Bastion were back together. None of which seems to fit with the person he appears to be in real life or at least the person we see on TV normally.

For instance, when he interviewed RuPaul on his show in February of 2020 and thought that he had insulted them by accident he looked horrified and embarrassed so I found it odd that they had him portray himself as a villain when they already had the philandering Bastion to fill that role. All in all, Marry Me is a feel good, hilarious, and heart-warming film about trying something different and finding true love in the process. If you haven’t seen it yet I highly recommend it!

Until next time!

51 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#3

So for Season 5 of Stranger Things I really want to see the 1986 graduation and prom. If we don’t get it I will feel robbed! I want to see Nancy give the valedictorian speech talking about how her Barb used to joke about who would win. I want to see Nancy, Robin, and Vickie go prom dress/suit shopping and put on a fashion show for El and Max. I want to see Steve take Nancy to prom, but go as a group with Robin and Vickie so that they can go to prom together without drawing suspicion. I want to see the girls get ready at Nancy’s and when they come downstairs when Steve arrives to pick them up I want Karen to remark on how Steve looks like Tom Cruise and how Vickie looks like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles, how Robin looks like Katharine Hepburn, and how Nancy looks like a movie star! I want Karen to take a million pictures and I want to see them have the best time. I can totally see Nancy dancing with Robin and Vickie so they can be close without it being noticeable and the girl dressed as a member of KISS from the Halloween party in Season 2 showing up to ask Jonathan if he wants to dance. I can picture it!

60 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

#2

If we don’t get a Beetlejuice reference where one of the kids says Joyce looks just like the actress in that new movie everyone’s talking about and Joyce blushes and says, ‘You think I look like a movie star? That’s so sweet!’ and Hopper says, ‘You always look like a movie star to me.’ At the end of Season 5 of Stranger Things then what is even the point?

91 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Then Steve was in front of me, shoving me out of the way, squaring up with the bat like he'd face down the whole world and take a chunk out of it before he let anything get to us.

Max Mayfield in Runaway Max

This is probably the best description of Steve I have ever read! It’s exactly why I love him as a character! What makes it so funny is that in the book only a few pages prior Max is thinking to herself that Steve doesn't look like a hero and then this is the description you get when the monster climbs on the bus in the junkyard and tries to eat them. If you haven’t read Runaway Max by Brenna Yovanoff I highly recommend it! I also recommend Rebel Robin by A. R. Capetta. Both are good and great primers for Season 4 of Stranger Things! 

168 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

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[victorluvsalice]

Have you considered making a hypothetical forgotten vows version of smiler???

Oh, trust me, it was one of the first things I did. XD I've mentioned this more obliquely in other posts talking about my OT3 (notably the Thanksgiving "I fuckin' love Valicer" post), but here's a specific write up for my "Smiler in A Forgotten Vows AU" idea:

-->This would be one of those "Victor and Smiler knew each other first" AUs, with Victor and Smiler meeting at one of Nell's parties after she invited Dr. Kelman and his "son," maybe a year before the events of Corpse Bride -- the two end up hitting it off and becoming friends, then eventually lovers as their feelings take a turn to the romantic

-->They actually also experiment a bit with hypnosis during this time, because Smiler's actually a talented hypnotist in their own right, and they have some fun with it, with Victor enjoying the way Smiler occasionally fucks with his brain

-->Eventually, though, Victor's arranged marriage to Victoria Everglot is announced by Victor's parents. Victor, not wanting to marry a stranger when he's already in love, attempts to run away with Smiler, but it doesn't go off, instead revealing their relationship to their respective parents; Victor is dragged back to Burtonsville, and Smiler is sent off to rural Lithuania by Kelman to keep them apart. Victor, after an initial attempt to get back to Smiler, learns that they're no longer even in the country and, despairing of ever seeing them again, resigns himself to marrying Victoria

-->Cue the events of Corpse Bride (with Victor being briefly heartened by the fact that Victoria seems very nice and just like the kind of woman he could come to love, and then the whole "accidentally married a dead woman" thing happened, and then he's like "wtf I like the dead woman too the hell"), which lead into the events of the Forgotten Vows verse

-->Nell and William actually do ask Dr. Kelman to come in and make Victor socially compliant during the events of "Losing You"; Kelman, still steamed about Victor "corrupting" his "son," says no

-->When Victor ends up at Houndsditch and befriends Alice, he eventually tells her about his relationship with Smiler -- not all the details, of course, but enough that Alice knows that it was romantic (and that Smiler is a they/them); she asks why he doesn't try to run off to Lithuania himself to find them, and Victor admits that he's pretty sure he'd be caught before he could get any considerable distance away, and he has no idea where he'd start looking for Smiler

-->The rest of the events of "Finding You" and "Forgetting You" happen, along with the beginning of "Remembering You" (June, Dr. Wilson, and Victoria and Christopher White all showing up to help at Houdsditch/restore Victor's memories) -- and then, not long after, there's another knock at the door. Alice answers it to find an anxiously-smiling dark-haired green-eyed stranger on the doorstep, asking about Victor -- when questioned, they say they don't know if Victor mentioned them, but they used to be close: "I'm, uh -- well, I'm calling myself Smiler Alton these days--"

-->Oh Shit It's The Ex.jpg

-->Alice quickly realizes that maybe Smiler might have the best chance of helping get back some of Victor's memories and reintroduces them -- Victor DOES recall Smiler in bits and pieces, but of course Bumby's wall is making things difficult

-->Smiler also quickly picks up on the fact that Alice and Victor are in love now and stresses they don't want to come between them; they just want to have SOME presence in Victor's life (after spending quite a lot of time getting back from rural Lithuania to be with him again)

-->Smiler also smartly decides to tell Victor straight out "we had a relationship, it was sexual, hypnosis was involved" to get it out of the way -- Victor is initially furious ("YOU'RE the reason Bumby found me such a -- a--"), but soon realizes that Smiler of course isn't responsible for what Bumby did and never intended for him to get hurt :( They quickly patch things up, and Smiler does their best to help Victor remember more

-->However -- naturally, as they spend more time together, some old feelings start coming to the forefront. Smiler is awkward because they can see how much Victor and Alice love each other and really DON'T want to come between them (especially since they've become friends with Alice in the meantime); Victor is awkward because he's started having dreams where he's with Alice AND Smiler and of course he's feeling guilty about that

-->And Alice feels a bit jealous of their renewed connection, until Wonderland prompts her to examine her feelings in a little more depth; Alice does so, saying that what scares her is that Smiler will somehow take Victor away from her -- "I don't mind if Victor loves them, I just don't want to lose him! ...wait."

-->Oh Shit I'm Polyamorous?? I At Least Don't Mind Sharing?.jpg

-->Alice initially isn't sure how to bring this up, but then the whole "Victor's in love with both of us" thing comes up (maybe he has another nightmare, they both come to comfort him, and Victor ends up crying about how he's so sorry but he doesn't want to lose EITHER of them), and Alice explains her own feelings; Smiler is like "I don't mind sharing at ALL" and things get better as they decide to secretly have a V relationship

-->How Victor Regains His Memories -- while I love how I did it in the original universe, I feel like the fact that Smiler and Victor's relationship involved Smiler hypnotizing Victor needs to be involved. Specifically in the form of Smiler's old trigger phrase for Victor still working at least partially. Hmmm -- maybe instead of doing it alone in a dream, maybe Victor faces off against the wall while in a trance induced by Smiler, and Smiler and Alice are sitting with him in reality, offering encouragement as he busts his way through and kills the heart; cue delighted hugging and kissing when Victor awakes with his memories back

-->"Fixing You" is still a thing as Victor still has trauma after the fact to deal with, but Smiler comes along for the Wonderland ride (I'm thinking that, when talking to Fixxler about how "Travel Into Fantasy" works, Alice asks if they can somehow daisy-chain it to get it to work with three people (like she casts it for herself and Victor, and Victor casts it for himself and Smiler) -- Fixxler says "I have no idea but give it a try, love to hear the results"), and develops their own Otherland as Victor develops his. There would probably also be some stuff with Smiler dealing with the previous abrupt end of their relationship with Victor (with their anger at Kelman and maybe a little resentment that Victor didn't try harder to find them, even if they KNOW it would have been really hard for Victor to do) and their own worries about ending up an asshole like Bumby or Kelman

-->...Actually, them realizing "wait, Smiler's father is an evil psychiatrist too, even if he's not doing the extra-evil shit Bumby was doing" and somehow taking down him and his Sanctuary probably would be a whole extra story in this version of the verse

-->Endgame would have them all moving in together in Sandford, claiming Smiler needs the help getting back on their feet after returning to England -- if they never move out, and if they seem extremely close to Victor in particular, the people of Sandford mind their own business about it :p

...yeah, uh, definitely thought about this a lot more than I originally realized. XD But then again, producing dozens of AUs for my characters is kind of my THING on here...

[naphzu]

Assign Me a Kin

Hi! I had and idea for a game "Assign Me a Kin" (I want this to become a trend, it would be cool tbh) It's simple, (see pictures below) I give you 3 fandoms in which I want to have a kin and a "Happy/normal" playlist and a "Vent/Angsty" playlist with songs I relate to (or vibe to, in the happy playlist) so you can tell me which characters relate to some of those songs. I did this bc my brain is unable to difference between favourite character and kin lmao. ( ignore my username, I know it says Wilson kinnie, but that was some time ago, I don't know if I still kin him)

(Also, please don't comment anything about the vent playlist, I don't really like to vent, it makes me uncomfortable)

Spotify Happy/ Normal Playlist (read desc): https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5QhmYbTh5C33TAzu0k25mR?si=9N6Q27l6Rj2ygkzu3spCRQ&utm_source=copy-link

Vent/Angsty Playlist (read desc): https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5smGEl1fqpPJycGlDXjvjK?si=zktsI95YTL-AGH6rPIEVVg&utm_source=copy-link

Explanations:

-Everybody Wants To Rule The World: I don't really have a reason of why I relate to this song, maybe It's the "help make the most of freedom and of pleasure, nothing ever lasts forever" and "I can't stand this indecision, married with a lack of vision" lines

-I Swallowed Shampoo: I did swallow shampoo when I was little 💀

-Whatever Became Of Old Temple?: All my friends misbeheave at school, but I don't, I'm "that one quiet and responsable kid"

-Gives You Hell: When I was 9 my old bestie replaced me with the new kid, so after I went through the 5 stages of grief I blasted this on my headphones lmao

-I'm Gonna Win: Probably the second song I relate to the most in the happy/normal playlist

-A Mask Of My Own Face: me at school, I don't like to show my real personality at school

-Really Cool Wig: I remember some vídeos I used to watch as a kid, but I search them and I CAN'T FIND IT. That feeling is so frustrating

-But, Mr Adams: Me and my classmates in a group project

-You And Me (But Mostly Me): Me and my bestie in a group project (she does nothing, I do everything, but I enjoy doing everything bc I get the recognition)

-Uh, I Mean, It's Kind Of A Lot: Instead of love, I relate to this song with my friendships, I'm afraid of everything but my friends

-Bill Watterson: I tend to obsess a lot with things/ characters/ actors I like

-Gossip: my classroom 💀

-Left Brain, Right Brain: Left- me at school Right- me with my friends

-That's Life: the song I relate to the most in the happy/ normal playlist

-The first 6 songs of the Vent/Angsty playlist: Literally my biography

-Michael In The Bathroom: When my old bestie replaced with the new kid

-Be Nice To Me: Kinda describes the friendship I had with someone, but we're currently cool, so I won't say their name

-Dollhouse: My family and my classroom 💀

-What's Wrong With Me?: I tend to emotionally depend on my friends

-Hated By Life Itself: I don't see this song as suicidal, I see it as a "Hey, everything in this world is fucked up, but we have to go on and survive"

-I love Kanye: I miss the elementary school me

-New Person, Same Old Mistakes: When I changed schools I changed my personality, but some problems still remained

-So Mean: I've been standing people who say mean things to me for a long time, so I sometimes snap

-My Alcoholic Friends: I used to have a group of friends who weren't the best influence

-House Of Memories: "Then will you remember me in the same way as I remember you?" When I graduate Middle School I'll remember everyone and regret that I didn't spend more time with them, but I think they won't feel the same way

-Prom Dress: this one should be with the first 6 songs, but I forgot to put it there

[themculibrary]

General Rated Fics Masterlist

part two

5 Times an Avenger (or two) Looked Out For Peter (ao3) - Fangirl_Disaster G, 24k

Summary: +1 time they all did.

Just as the title says. The Avengers looking after Peter Parker because he is their spider-baby.

All I Ever Wanted (ao3) - alby_mangroves, seratonation sam/bucky, steve/tony G, 14k

Summary: Florist/tattooist AU. When Steve and Tony decide to get married Bucky and Natasha volunteer to organise the wedding for them. As it turns out the florist is one Sam Wilson and Bucky really didn’t stand a chance.

Almost Boyfriends (ao3) - IronDadStan steve/tony, bucky/clint, rhodey/natasha G, 22k

Summary: Tony moved from California to New York his junior year of high school, where he started attending SHEILD high school in Brooklyn. He made amazing friendships his first day that would bloom into life long friendships. While Tony was a small, nerdy guy who kept to himself - everyone liked him and he never really had any enemies - well, there was one. The person in school he hated and who seemed to feel the same about him. Stupid, tall, handsome Steve Rogers.

Artificial Intelligence (ao3) - kyaticlikestea steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: “I’ve had a thought,” says the toaster.

“No you haven’t,” says Tony, inspecting an old circuit board. “You’re a toaster.”

If only they were any good at it.

Facing Reality - aliaoftwoworlds G, 46k

Summary: Three years after the media-coined Civil War, the US government has pushed through pardons for the Rogue Avengers. However, they’re going to have to face the real world now, rather than living off the money and good grace of Tony Stark.

A series of somewhat-connected snapshots from the Rogues’ return to the Compound on, and their realizations that life won’t be as easy as it was before. Slight canon divergence in that there’s not yet any threat of Thanos.

fill out the form first (ao3) - flowermasters peggy/steve G, 3k

Summary: Peggy and Steve meet in the most mundane of ways. That is, of course, before the bank heist.

For A Smile (ao3) - FujurPreux steve/tony T, 9k

Summary: Tony’s scientific quest to make Steve smile goes to interesting places when he tasks a new AI to help him with the logistics.

Gonna Marry That Boy (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/tony G, 6k

Summary: Clint runs a coffee shop with his best friend Natasha, and he has a crush on one of the customer’s, but he’s never actually talked to this boy. He’s awkward enough as it is, and things get even more difficult once he learns who the customer is.

have a seat, dad (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor harley/peter G, 1k

Summary: Peter tells Tony that he's going to be a grandpa.

i just want to make a change (ao3) - subwaycars kate/america G, 24k

Summary: After everything, America is the constant Kate expected least.

no one id rather be stuck with (ao3) - angelheartbeat bruce/thor G, 4k

Summary: Whilst on a diplomatic meeting with government officials, Thor and Bruce get stuck in the building elevator.

No Retreat, No Surrender (ao3) - Haywire maria/natasha G, 7k

Summary: After the Avengers send Loki back to Asgard in Thor’s custody, Natasha and Maria run into each other and spend an unscheduled day together, changing their relationship in a fundamental way in the process.

not okay (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor bucky/sam G, 960

Summary: Bucky has some feelings about the way Sam was treated by the police.

On the Doorstep (ao3) - CeliaEquus background Bruce/Phil, future Clint/Steve G, 12k

Summary: Clint Barton didn’t mean to pass out in front of Stark Tower. He was just waiting for the Avengers so he could ask them to visit the homeless shelter before it closed. He never expected them to try to recruit him.

Stark Jr. - SketchyNebula G, 27k

Summary: Peter Parker has just accepted that his peers will never believe in his Internship. Really, lately he has just been trying his best to keep his life in balance between all his daily responsibilities that tug at him for his attention, but then his class comes to his place of work without him knowing about it. Peter should never underestimate his ‘parker luck’.

Strays (ao3) - Cryingravens clint/phil G, 4k

Summary: Phil isn’t a fan of Clint’s compulsion to save every stray he can find. He’s tired of Clint’s light fingers (It’s stealing, Clint, not saving). Most of all, he’s tired of being the one to find a place for all these animals to live!

Superheroes (ao3) - enigma731 G, 11k

Summary: Clint has more than a few concerns about Tony’s new Avengers themepark. Trouble is, no one wants to hear them from the focus group’s “least marketable Avenger.” Looks like he’ll just have to investigate for himself. As usual.

Take Me Out (ao3) - just_makeing_it_gay_97 maria/natasha G, 5k

Summary: Nat and Maria have to pretend to date in an effort to win back the public opinion after New York, let’s see how that goes.

Eventual Nat/Maria, teasing Nat, aggitated Maria. Pansexual Nat, Lesbian Maria, Bisexual Tony, Questioning Steve

Tonight, We Are Young (ao3) - thebrightestbird peggy/steve G, 4k

Summary: “I might have made a wish on the Tesseract that could have had something to do with Peggy getting younger.”

Steve and Peggy get a second chance to live a lifetime together. There are a few details to work out first.

undercover in our overcoats (ao3) - Dayadhvam peggy/natasha T, 5k

Summary: Prague, 1968. Neither Agent Carter nor the Black Widow would have called it anything like love.

[thatlovinfeelin]

Flightless Bird | seven | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

“Michael told me I had to choose between him or the baby,” Jose’s voice was so flat, so void of emotion. 

Truth be told, it scared Bradley. She went from sobbing in his arms to being deadly calm as she stared straight ahead. He would be more than worried if he thought he had the right to be. He wouldn’t be surprised if she told him to get lost and never come back again. 

He felt horrible, he wasn’t even sure why he reacted so angrily. He swore he never reacted to anything like that in his life. He wanted to be angry after his mother’s diagnosis, all those years ago, but he remembered how he just felt empty. So empty. 

“When I told him I would choose the baby every time, he told me to leave. Well, he yelled at me actually.”

“Jose-”

“I thought you’d be better than him. I never thought you’d yell at me for being pregnant, for choosing a life I never thought I could have. I was wrong.”

Bradley felt his heart sink. He wished his parents were still alive so he could talk to them. Sure, he was in his mid thirties, but he never felt more like a child. He let Jose down, and he let himself down. 

“Jake is on his way to get you,” He said softly, sliding his phone back into his pocket. 

She wouldn’t look over at him, didn’t even want to acknowledge he was still there. He couldn’t blame her. If he had the choice, he wouldn’t want to see or talk to him either after the way he acted. But still, he got up and knelt on the ground in front of her, he had to at least try to say he was sorry. Even if it was too late for that. 

“I don’t know why I acted that way, I don’t-” He shook his head, no excuse would ever make up for it, nothing would ever seem to make this better. He fucked up in more ways than one, “Jose I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I’m not Michael, I promise you that. I’ll spend the next twenty or so weeks trying to prove that to you, if you’ll let me. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I had no right to.”

She just continued looking over him. Jake’s truck pulled up a few minutes later. Bradley wasn’t even sure if Jake had time to put it in park before he launched out of the driver seat. By the time Bradley was on his feet, Jake was already to Jose with Phoenix just behind him.

“Hey, you okay Darlin?” The first thing Bradley noticed was the southern accent. 

He only ever heard Jake’s real accent when he was mad enough to let it slip, but never did he sound so tender. Jake talked about how she was like family to him, but Bradley never had the chance to see it until now. 

Jake carefully put an arm around Jose and helped her up, Phoenix was there in an instant to help the other woman to the truck while Jake turned to Bradley. His eyes were like fire, but Bradley wouldn’t put up a fight. If Jake wanted to beat him up, Bradley would let him. Because he knew he deserved it. He deserved anything Hangman wanted to do to him. 

“You are god damned lucky she’s in that car right now, Bradshaw,” Hangman warned, “You aren’t going to even look at her until she says it’s alright, do you hear me? And you sure as hell better stay out of my way on base.”

“Seresin-”

“No, you’ve done enough. Now Nat and I get to pick up the pieces.”

Jose was curled up in the backseat when Jake got back to the truck. Phoenix, without Jake even having to say anything, seemed to understand that she was driving the short distance back to the house while Jake sat in the back with Jose. He held onto her as they drove in silence. 

The last time he saw her shut down like this, they were in high school and it was after a massive fight with her mother. She stayed at his house for nearly a week, his mother doted on her along with his sisters. It was his turn to look after her now. 

“I’ve got you,” He whispered to her, kissing the top of her head. 

“He wasn’t different.”

Jake felt his heart break in a strange way. Because he knew Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw was different. He wasn’t like Michael at all. Hell, some days Jake swore Bradshaw was a better man than him. Sure, Bradshaw had his demons and his fair share of family issues, but he was good. Bradshaw actually cared about people, Jake didn’t even have to really like the guy to know his heart was nearly as big as the state of Texas. 

Bradshaw loved kids too, Jake knew that because of all of the cookouts and events they had to attend since being permanently stationed in San Diego. There was never any shortage of kids at those, and he was always playing with them. Jake knew, in another life, or maybe even this one by some miracle, Bradley would love her baby. 

“I just want to go to bed,” Jose mumbled as they walked into the house. 

“Jo, you need to eat something first,” Jake said gently. 

Phoenix stood near the door, watching silently as Jose seemed to sink further and further. She felt helpless, she didn’t know Josephine well enough to know how to help her. But the female pilot almost had it in her to march over to Rooster’s house and give him a piece of her mind, but she wouldn’t leave Jake and Jose until she was asked. 

“Jose, please,” Jake’s voice seemed to break as he took a small step towards her. 

She wrapped her arms around her stomach, “It’s going to be a girl…I just know it is. The cycle won’t end with me. I’m going to be just like her.”

She shut and locked her door before Jake could even react. He felt like she just shoved a knife straight into his chest. For years Josephine fought to be nothing like her mother, she went to college, albeit she never finished her degree, but she got married. She made a life for herself and existed outside of the small Texas town she once called home. Josephine was nothing like her mother, and it broke his heart to even consider the fact that Jose felt like she was.

“I’ll start cleaning up,” Phoenix said softly, “I’ll put it all on the fridge, in case you can convince her to eat.” 

“Nat.”

She shook her head, turning towards the kitchen. She felt the sudden urge to cry. Natasha didn’t do well with overwhelming emotions, she was trained not to give into them. But seeing both Jose and Jake look so broken…she didn’t know how to feel. She just felt the need to protect. 

Jake sighed and made his way over to Natasha. She was collecting the pots and pans to drop into the sink when he wrapped his arms around her middle, resting his chin on her shoulder. She tensed for a moment before melting into his arms.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“She’ll be okay,” Jake said, although he wasn’t sure if he was convincing her or himself, “All we can do is wait for her to come to us.”

Less than five miles away, Bradley paced out on the street in front of Penny Benjamin’s house. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell spent more time here than he did his own house these days, after rekindling his relationship with Penny a few months prior. Bradley didn’t think twice about walking, or maybe even running, to the house, but now that he was here he wasn’t sure how he was going to explain himself. 

“You could just do that in the backyard with Mav,” A younger voice called from the front door. 

Bradley spun around to see Amelia, Penny’s daughter, leaning against the door frame with her brows raised. After the mission, Bradley started spending a lot more time with Mav, and Penny and Amelia by association. The young girl became like a little sister to Bradley. 

For a second he imagined that someone treated her the way he treated Jose and it made him feel even worse. He really would let Hangman kill him if he wanted to. 

“He’s in the back?” Bradley questioned, trying to keep his voice even. 

“Yep, he’s supposed to make dinner since mom is working tonight, but I have a feeling he’ll order takeout.”

He nodded and made his way to the back. Mav seemed to be fighting with the grill by the time Bradley closed the gate. The man could take apart and rebuild airplanes in his sleep if he wanted, but it seemed that cooking wasn’t something he ever learned. Which didn't surprise Bradley all that much. The only memories he had of Mav making any sort of meal for him usually involved cereal.

“Need any help?” Bradley asked the other man. 

Mav nearly jumped before turning around, “Didn’t expect to see you tonight. Not after your little fight with Hangman.”

Bradley sighed and ran a hand over his face, “I fucked up, and uh… I need help.”

Mav nodded and closed the grill, turning all of his attention towards Bradley. Maverick helped raise the man, he was there on his first day of school, watched as he scored his first home run, and even helped him learn how to ride a bike. He did his best to be the father figure Bradley deserved, even if it meant ruining his relationship with Bradley to do so. To have him coming for advice now made Mav’s chest tighten a bit, just like it did when a teenage Bradley would call him all of the time for help. 

“What happened?”

“I hurt someone I think I really care about. I mean, I really hurt her,” Even Bradley could hear the pain in his voice, “I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me.”

Mav nodded and opened a cooler by the grill to pull out two bottles of beer. He handed one to Bradley before sitting down in one of the patio chairs. Bradley didn’t sit though, instead he started pacing again. 

“I take it this is about that girl that’s staying with Seresin?”

Bradley nodded slowly, “She’s pregnant.”

Mav watched the young man carefully for a moment, “Okay….”

“I didn’t react well.”

“Bradley I-”

“It’s not mine, or Jake's,” Bradley clarified, “She’s married…separated, because he didn’t want a baby and tried to make her choose…but still technically married. She’s more than four months along, and I found out because Hangman dropped a damn ultrasound photo after training.”

Mav sat back and let out a deep breath, “So that’s why you blew up on him?”

Bradley winced, “I wish it was just him. I was awful to her. She doesn’t owe me a thing, I know that Mav I really do. But once I opened my fucking mouth I couldn’t stop. I just saw red and, fuck Mav, I made her cry. I fucking broke her.”

“So, you got angry at her for being pregnant?” Mav asked slowly, trying not to judge his godson too harshly.

“Fuck, no not at her,” Bradley pulled at his hair, trying to get his thoughts together, “I- he threw her out on the street in the middle of the night in Manhattan, who the fuck does that? All because she decided she wanted to have the life she gave up on a long time ago. The second that sunk in I wanted to fucking murder him. I’m not mad at her, I could never be mad at her. I’m mad for her, but I lost control. I haven’t done that in years.”

Bradley was pacing faster now, clutching the beer bottle hard enough to make his knuckles turn white. He was breathing heavily. Truly, Mav hadn’t seen Bradley like this before. For a moment he just saw Goose after his first really bad fight with Carole. The thought alone threatened to break the older pilot’s heart.

“Your dad had a temper,” Mav said softly, “You wouldn’t think it, but damn he had one. He just kept a very tight leash on it, and learned to be a little more lighthearted. But there was this one time he lost it during a fight with your mom. I remember him telling me he was like a runaway train, he couldn't do anything to stop it. And Carole, oh that woman, she just stood toe to toe with him, until eventually she slapped him so he would stop.”

Bradley stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t imagine his dad losing his temper on anyone. Every story he ever heard always seemed to paint his dad as such a docile loving, level headed man. He always thought his mom was the only one that had the fire. 

“Dad?”

Mav only nodded, “He gave me a black eye once in our early days, before your mom came into the picture and fixed him up.”

Bradley shook his head, “You don’t understand, Mav. She said I was like him. She thought I was better, but I’m not. I- she’s pregnant and…the way she was crying. I-”

“You really care about her,” Mav added, “But believe me, if you were still a kid, I’d have your ass. Hell, I’d call Seresin and bring him over here to beat the shit out of it. But I think you’re doing a damn good job of beating yourself up.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Bradley admitted, finally sitting down. 

He hadn’t so much as taken a sip of his beer. He slowly started to turn the bottle in his hands. He felt like he was at war with himself. Never in his life had Bradley treated a woman like that. He was raised to respect women, not do whatever the fuck he just did.

“I don’t know how to fix this.”

“You just try to be there,” Mav shrugged, “I don’t think there’s anything else you could do. Penny might be able to shed some light, but only after she rips into you.”

“I deserve it.”

Back at Jake’s, Jose was still in her room, curled up on her bed while clutching her stomach. She felt like she failed her little baby already. She caught herself wondering if her mother felt this way when she was pregnant. Did she ever worry that she was already ruining her unborn child’s life, or did Janice Wilson even care? 

There was a gentle knock at her door, it had to be Jake. She cried harder when she felt his hand gently rest on her shoulder. She knew this was bad for the baby. All of the stress was something she was supposed to avoid at all costs.

Jake didn’t think twice about crawling into the bed and wrapping his arms around her. She clutched onto his arms like she would drift away without him. He just held her tightly and let her cry, because at least she wasn’t alone now. 

He thought about Phoenix, who after two hours said she was going to get in bed, but he needed to go be with Jose. Somehow she understood the relationship Jake had with his childhood best friend. He never had to explain that he loved her, or how, because Natasha just seemed to already know. 

“I don’t want to be her,” Jose cried softly. 

“Darlin, that fact alone proves that you aren’t,” He whispered, giving her another little squeeze, “Even if it is a girl, you’re nothing like your mother, because you already care more about this baby than your mother ever could.”

“I let myself think I could fall in love with him.”

Jake kissed the top of her head, but didn’t say anything else. How could he tell her that he saw the truth that even Bradley wasn’t ready to admit. He saw the way Rooster seemed to break as she walked away from him. Watching that made Jake realize a very painful truth, Bradley let himself fall in love with Jose. Only, he didn’t know what to do with it. 

Bradshaw always made a point of keeping people at a distance. He swore it made the job easier, because had less to fear. He could remember the night, less than a week after they got back from the Uranium mission, where Bradley confided in him. He told Jake that he never had real plans to have a family or fall in love, because he would rather be alone than have someone go through what his mom did after Goose’s death. 

But Jake saw it in Bradley’s eyes as the realization finally sunk in. It was too late, Bradley was already in too deep. Jake wouldn’t say anything, because despite everything, it wasn’t his place. He would sit back and wait. He would watch Bradshaw and make sure he didn’t so much as dare to toe the line that was now drawn in the sand. 

Because tonight, Bradley was worse than Michael, even if he couldn’t see it for himself yet. Because Michael stopped really loving Jose a long time ago, he just loved the idea of her and what she stood for, what she could do for him. But Bradley….well, Bradley loved Jose in a way that seemed almost pure, which only made all of this even worse.

[bucksfucks]

freshly squeezed lemonade

summary: a new city, a new house, a new life, & a new hot neighbour who just so happens to be really good with his hands.

pairing: neighbour!bucky x f!reader

word count: 2,600 words

warnings: talk of cheating [readers ex-husband], talk of divorce, reader doesn’t want kids [kid-free by choice], character mention: sam wilson, sexual tension with bucky, pet-name [plum], mention of spanking, lots of teasing, bucky works out shirtless, sexual activities in the kitchen, bucky takes readers panties off with teeth, bucky keeps readers panties, oral, squirting, sex against window, exhibitionism, dog tag kink, choking [bicep], dumbification [dumb baby, stupid, big girl words], belly bulge kink, size kink, mocking + degradation, breeding kink, wife/housewife kink, unprotected sex — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

Men.

It was always men that managed to ruin your life.

From your high school boyfriend abandoning you at prom or your that one college hookup that managed to say all the wrong things.

It was always men.

You thought your husband, ex, husband was different. That’s why you agreed to marry him in the first place.

He was sweet and charming, whisking you away on dates and telling you how pretty you looked.

The facade didn’t last. After the honeymoon is when things slowly started crumbling.

He began picking up longer working hours, claiming that it was exactly what you guys needed to start a family.

A family? He never listened to you.

You didn’t want kids. In fact, you were incredibly happy being the aunt to all you nieces and nephews making sure that you were their safe space.

It was never in your books to have kids.

So when you discovered that you wonderful, loving, caring husband had cheated on you—you didn’t hesitate to draft up divorce papers, find a new place, and then spend six months travelling the world.

You met amazing people and made amazing memories. But you were back again at a new city city, a new job, and a new house.

It felt so…empty.

Minimalism not by choice, but by necessity.

A few pictures hung on the walls, some of your family and friends, but were mostly cheap prints you found at your local home goods store.

A work in progress, is what you told yourself as you slowly settled in. It didn’t have to perfect.

The neighbourhood was nice; cute, quaint, and quiet. The people were nice and helpful, welcoming you as you caught the eyes of a particular neighbour.

Everyone called him James, but he introduced himself as Bucky as he extended an arm for you to shake.

It was warm, a beaming smile on his face as he pointed to the u-haul truck in your driveway.

“Need any help?”

You remember shaking your head, pride and ego too high before Bucky scoffed.

“You expect me to believe that a pretty little thing like you is gonna carry in an entire couch by herself?”

You felt embarrassed. You therapist did tell you that it was okay to ask for help, so you finally caved.

Bucky called over another neighbour; Sam.

He made you laugh within the first five minutes as his nephews came barrelling down the street yelling.

“We can help!”

And they did, the two boys probably did more than the three adults ever did—and the best part is that they still had energy by the end of it.

“I don’t have much, but how about I order us some pizza’s as a thank you?” You offered, shutting your fridge as you realized you had nothing but a few beers and some ketchup.

Sam laughed, “I’ll take you up on that offer next time, but I’ve gotta get back.”

You thanked him profusely, telling that the pizza offer didn’t expire before it was just you and Bucky.

The old you would have never asked for help, let alone offering a stranger dinner, but here you were.

You both are swapping stories before the night grew young and you’d swapped numbers.

Yeah, this neighbourhood was alright.

Bucky had a habit of doing most things shirtless. 

Not like you minded, in fact, it didn’t seem like anyone in the neighbourhood really minded. Only Sam ever giving Bucky shit asking do you even own any shirts?

It was Sunday morning which meant you’d woken up to multiple sets of lawnmowers and the faint sound of chirping birds before you’d decided that you’d add your brand new hydrangea tree to your front yard. 

Lucky for you, Bucky had decided to workout at the same time. 

He jogged past you, stopping to send you a wink.

“Looking good, plum!” He chuckled, stopping on his driveway as you saw the gym equipment in his garage. 

You could do nothing but shake your head and laugh as you continued to prod at the dirt. 

The sexual tension that Bucky carried with him was obvious. You’d learned very quickly that everyone was interested in getting into Bucky’s pants, but no one had ever gotten that lucky.

He loved the attention though, he had to as he did pull-ups in full view of everyone. 

It wasn’t long until his sweaty torso, dog tags clinging softly, was making it’s way over to you as he brushed a few beads of sweat off his forehead before crouching down beside you. 

“What are these?” He asked, slightly out of breath as you dropped the small shovel in your hand.

“Hydrangea’s.” You answered, smiling as you finished patting the soil. 

He hummed, “they smell sweet.” 

You nodded your head, “they’re my favourite.” 

Bucky looked at you, smiling, “not as sweet as you though, plum.” 

It was an instinct to roll your eyes as Bucky chuckled, the two of you standing up as the local power walking club passed you; mostly paying attention to the shirtless Bucky. 

You couldn’t blame them. 

“You wanna come in for some lemonade? It’s freshly squeezed.” You enticed him as he chuckled.

“I’d love some.” 

Bucky knew your house all too well, his trips becoming so frequent that you had decided to give him the tour one night before dinner. 

They were cookie cutter houses, an identical copy to all the other houses on the block, but Bucky still took the tour as if his life depended on it. 

“Any plans for today?” You asked, opening the fridge as you grabbed the glass pitcher while Bucky slid onto one of the bar stools. 

“I’ve got a few case files to look over tonight,” he groaned as you poured him a tall glass and slid it over to him before you did the same for yourself. 

Bucky was an attorney, so it made sense as to why he didn’t have wife. 

Or at least that’s what you told yourself because surely there’s eligible people that he’s shown interest in. 

His work hours were hectic and never consistent, some days staying in the office until five and other until one in the morning. 

“Well then here’s to the weekend,” you smiled, raising your glass as Bucky did the same, lightly tapping them against one another before taking a sip. 

He let out an approving moan, eyes locked with yours as he licked the remaining lemonade from his bottom lip; but he knew what he was doing.

“Almost as sweet as you,” he was proud, the smirk on his lips telling enough as you shook your head.

“You’ve gotta put that pent up sexual energy to use, James.” 

The slip of his name always did something to him, watching the way his eyes darkened just a little. 

“Plum, if you call me James one more time I’ll have no choice but to put you over my knee,” he deadpanned, your breath catching in your throat at the prospect. 

Was that something you were into? You weren’t sure, but for Bucky? You’d try anything once.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you mumbled jokingly, half jokingly, as you began wiping the counter down to distract yourself from the fact that Bucky had stood up and was reaching his black and gold arm out to place over yours; stopping your movements. 

“Let’s stop playing this game,” he purrs, heavy hand tugging you so you’re facing him. 

His hair has grown since you’d met him almost eight months ago, pushed back from his sweaty workout as you meet his gaze.

It’s darkened, pupils consuming his irises as you swallow thickly.

“What game?” 

He shakes his head, looking down as another smirk tugs at his lips.

“Don’t act stupid with me now.” 

A shiver rolls down your spine at the authority in his voice and the way he’s holding you by your bicep.

“Don’t act like you don’t think about me late at night,” he purrs, voice dropping an octave and you can smell him. 

There’s sweat and bergamot, presumably his deodorant as you’re chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Do you wanna know what I think about, plum?” He then cooes, cupping your face gently with his cool palm. 

You can only nod your head. 

He turns your head, “see those windows?”

He asks, your eyes scanning the large living room glass before you nod your head. 

“They look out  into the entire neighbourhood.” He whispers, “and I’ve dreaming about the day I get to fuck you against them for everyone to see.” 

His words make you gasp, breath hitching in your throat as you have to bite your lip to stop the moan that threatens to slip past your lips.

“Dreaming about the day I get to make you mine.” 

You feel butterflies, but not in your tummy. 

He pulls you close again, pressed against his crotch and oh. 

“That’s what you do to me,” you wiggle your hips instinctively, finding your confidence and Bucky sees this. 

“Use those big girl words of yours, plum. I know you’re a smart girl,” he mocks, tapping your lip and suddenly you forget how to speak. 

“I want you to use me,” you finally manage to spit out, watching the way Bucky’s face lights up and the way his cock twitches against your hip. 

“Good girl. See what happens when you put that baby brain of yours to work?” He taunts you, already bunching your sundress until he’s hiking it around your waist so he can slip his fingers under your panties. 

It makes you gasp, eyes closing and mouth opening as he runs warm fingers through your folds. 

“So fucking wet.” He growls, “barely need any warming up, could probably take my cock right now. So desperate.” 

Oh how his taunts makes your knees weak. 

He’s quick to sink to his knees, nose prodding your covered core as he looks up at you before he’s biting your panties with his teeth and slowly tugging them down your legs.

That’s a new one. 

It causes a moan to bubble, leaning against your counter as he shoves your panties into his pocket.

“I think I’ll keep these.” 

Do whatever you want, just touch me you keep repeating in your head as you feel his hot breath over your pussy. 

His mouth is finally over you, lapping your juice up as he hums and moans against you. The vibrations are enough to have you teetering on the edge, his beard rubbing against your inner thighs and you’ll be feeling that tomorrow.

“God,” he groans. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet, plum.” 

You look down, seeing the way he’s palming himself through his shorts all while he’s eating you out and it sends a shiver running over your body. 

He pulls away, lips glistening under the light filtering through your windows.

“Have you ever squirted?” 

The question catches you off-guard, mouth slightly agape as you stutter out nonsense. 

“I-uh, I think? Maybe, once, I-I don’t,” you don’t know what the right answer is, but Bucky just hushes you.

“I want you to relax, okay? Don’t think, just feel.” He explains as you swallow and nod your head before he’s back between your legs. 

He starts slow again, with his tongue flat against you before feel his fingers at your entrance. 

When he slowly stretches you, curling his vibranium fingers, there’s absolutely no holding back.

“That’s it baby.” He cooes, “can feel you squeezing me, I know you wanna.”

It’s a slightly foreign feeling. The tightness and pressure mixing and meshing with each other as sudden waves start washing over you. 

It happens all of a sudden, a loud yelp leaving you as you soak Bucky’s face and chest, and Bucky looks feral. 

He’s up, standing, before pulling you into a kiss, your first kiss, where you can taste yourself. 

“You ever done that, plum?” He asks, heaving chest and aching cock as you shake your head.

“No.” 

“Of course you haven’t, but now that your sweet cunt is mine, I’m gonna have you squirting every goddamn day.” He growls, quickly tearing your dress off of you, taking a step back and admiring you. 

“You see this?” He pulls his cock free, pumping himself, “all because of you.” 

You’re kissing him again, skin against skin, as you’re moving towards the large windows in the early afternoon light before Bucky has you pressed up against it. 

The glass is cold against your skin, nipples perking up as you gasp again, “now everyone’ll know just who you belong to.

It makes you whimper, feeling him run the head of his cock through your folds teasingly. 

He kicks your feet apart further before he’s wrapping his bicep around your neck, getting so close to your ear that you can feel his breath against you. 

When he sinks into your slowly, you relax against him.

“Fuck.” He hisses, “so fucking tight.” 

Your walls flutter around him, greedily grabbing him as you swallow him. 

“Taking my cock so well, baby. And all for the neighbours to see.” He chuckles lowly, bottoming out and pulling your back flush against his chest.

His warm, wandering hand starts down at your clit, teasing you before slowly running up your tummy before he groans. 

“I’m deep inside you, can you feel me?” He purrs, pressing on the belly bulge as another low groan echos in your ear. 

“Bucky,” you whine, wiggling your ass as you feel your slick against your own thighs now, without a doubt dripping onto Bucky too. 

“Aww, sweetheart.” He’s mocking now, “you need to be fucked? Can feel how wet and desperate you are.” 

He rocks his hips, a gentle taunt as he gets even deeper. 

“S’okay,” he cooes. “I’m gonna take care of you even better than that husband of yours ever did.” 

He then snaps his hips harshly, taking the breath from your lungs as you’re pressed harder against the glass. 

You can feel his now hot dog tags pressed against your back, clinking together as he fucks you deep and hard. 

“C’mon, plum.” He grunts, “want you to squirt over my cock.”

The same pressure is there again, like a rubber band waiting to snap as Bucky’s fingers find your clit and you can’t hold it back anymore.

You’re soaking his cock, pushing him out with the force of your orgasm as Bucky bites down on your shoulder before he’s slipping back inside of you. 

“My dirty slut, getting fucked for the neighbours to see,” he growls.

“But I’m not satisfied yet.”

He’s grabbing your ass, squeezing the supple flesh, “come for me, cream over my cock, plum. Let me breed you.” 

You’re whimpering, voice leaving you as you feel your orgasm gripping your body in immense pleasure before Bucky’s hips are stuttering deep inside of you and you can feel the twitch of his cock. 

The sound of Bucky cumming, deep, rumbling moans replay in your mind as you find your breath again, his bicep relaxing from your neck. 

He presses soft kisses to your shoulders and neck, turning you around with a lazy smile. 

“You’d make a great wife, you know that?” He smirks, wiping your bottom lip.

“Sweet, innocent looking thing on the outside, but fuck do you make my knees weak, plum.” 

You can’t help but giggle, pulling him in by his dog tags, “take me to dinner first, James.” You purr teasingly, watching him bite his lip.

“Only if I can have you for dessert.” 

Dessert, breakfast, lunch, dinner? Bucky didn’t care, he just wanted you always. 

And he finally got you.

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Dark Paradise

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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

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“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you. 

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

-

“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled. 

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.” 

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” 

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest. 

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

-

On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again. 

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

-

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

-

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

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Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

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It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy. 

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

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[kawaii-harrys]

SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

WORD COUNT: 1331

WARNING: FORCED STARVATION, BORDERLINE ABUSIVE.

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Y/N wasn’t a bright student. Y/N wasn’t a flexible ballerina. Y/N wasn’t a bookworm. Y/N didn’t listen to much music. Y/N wasn’t good at singing. Y/N wasn’t good on the field.

Harry was a bright student. Harry was a flexible hip-hop dancer. Harry could name all of the books he had ever read and summarize each one like a jeweled ornament. Harry would spend hours in his room with his guitar. Harry would practice his vocals most times. Harry was the captain of the football team.

Y/N skills could be summarised into one word. None.

Harry’s skills could be summarised into a paragraph.

They were such dynamics, and hence in two completely different worlds. Harry would be the center of discussion, keeping everyone aligned, helping everyone out with whatever he could. It would be a godly occurrence if someone even looked at Y/N.

Y/N’s parents were busy being disappointed in her and being proud of their best friend’s son. She was sure, at one point, her parents considered adopting someone better than her.

They might have and she mustn’t know about it.

But as everyone was huddled around her house, her parents, their friends, she pressed herself into a corner, not wanting to be a part of any humiliating stories. She was sure her mother would come around to it and in a peculiar high tone say, “Aria, Mr. Miller’s daughter topped her exam” or “Ricky, Mr. Wilson’s son won a state-level debate competition.”

But most around, she knew her mother would come around to say, “Harry, Anne’s son, is so godly gifted. He has an amazing voice for singing, an amazing brain for exams, and an amazing set of muscles for the football team”

Y/N wished she was any of that. When she was sure no one is going to ask for her, she decided to walk upstairs, to her room. She wished she had any, some kind of hobby to pass time. Her feed was filled with boring repetitive memes and nothing. Her contact list was sort of empty. None except her parents and sister texted her ever. But her sister was busy somewhere around Arizonia, something about being a school teacher there. Her mother practically cried at the thought of having to leave her daughter in another country. But Y/N thought it was most likely because she would go crazy having to leave with a boring daughter. So they got Chickoo, a labrador.

Y/N stared at the ceiling going through her options when she saw a shadow by her door. She stood up from her bed and saw Harry smile near the doorframe. Her shoulders sagged and she fell back on the bed.

“I heard about the painting competition”, he spoke and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Well that’s the only thing that my parents can talk about now for a decade”, Y/N rolled her eyes. “Congrats on the second prize. It’s better than nothing”, Harry spoke, with a dimpled smile.

“It’s of no use though. I am just an average student who is going to get into an average college, marry an average guy by 30 and have average kids by 40 and die averagely. There’s no point in me doing anything extraordinary”, Y/N shrugged, settling on playing games on her phone.

Harry laughed. “What about memories? Don’t you want to reminisce some on death bed?”, Harry asked. “No”, Y/N shrugged again. “Prom is coming, are you prepared?”, Harry asked again. “Those must be your favorite things, not mine”, Y/N sighed. “I am yet to find a date though”, Harry played with his bottom lip. “You just need to say a yes to the thousands of emails, messages and calls you get. You can have more than one date.”, Y/N placed her phone aside looking at him. His green forest eyes, caught a hold of Y/N’s breath. “What about you?”, Harry asked, his voice dropping an octave lower. “Me? I am not going to the prom. I don’t have a dress, neither a date. I can just nap all day”, Y/N blabbered. Harry smiled. “No, Y/N, I meant, would you go to prom with me?”, it rolled off easily from his lips. “She most certainly will”, her mother’s voice came in and she gushed around. Y/N’s lips fell apart and Harry grinned.

Y/N didn’t want to.

“B-But-”, she was cut off in the middle as Harry was ushered downstairs. “There are no buts, Y/N, admit it, it is the best thing you can get in the world. With your standards, no one of average would even take you on a date, let alone people of Harry’s standards. So just go with the flow”, her mother strictly chirped.

Y/N shut up immediately.

This is why her sister left the house as soon as possible.

The next few days, her mother denied her three meals, rather one. “ You are getting fat, shred some weight”, her mother strictly told her. Her mother forced her salads on that one meal, had her go to gym, and parlours. She even picked out a sultry dress for her.

Y/N looked famished, nothing like the girl Harry had fallen in love with. She looked like a copy.

On the prom night, Harry was dressed in a black suit. He had gelled his hair and had brought flowers for Y/N. Y/N’s mother was enthralled. She helped Y/N put on her make up, ornaments and make her hair.

Harry’s face fell on seeing Y/N.

She looked like she hadn’t eaten anything, her pale skin on her hands said well and the makeup on her face said another story. Her distant eyes, never meeting his, when he assumed, they were good friends.

He took her hand, kissed it and led her to his car.

Halfway, he asked. “What’s happening, love? You look like you could pass out any moment”, Harry commented.

“I thought you were going to stand me up”, Y/N said, without looking at him.

“Why’d you think that?”, Harry asked. “Are you sure, this isn’t a prank? Are you sure you really wanted to take me to a date?”, Y/N asked.

“I am positive, cent percent”

“Good because all these days of torture could’ve gone to waste”

Screech.

The car was stopped in the middle of the road.

“What’d you mean by days of torture?”

“Are you aware how perfect you are and how out of line, I am?”, Y/N asked. The nights she had cried to sleep, creeping in.

“Y/N I don’t understand”

“Compared to you, I’m like pond scum. You’ve got looks, grades, grace, every single thing, I got nothing. I got ugly acnes, a measly C in most my subjects and it’d be a miracle if a day went by when I’m not tripping on my leg. It’s really impossible to think that you’d choose me. That’s where changes need to be made. That’s where I needed to be near-perfect to match your charisma”, Y/N spoke crying to herself.

Harry’s warm hand went to hers. His throat constricted. “I’m sorry, love. If I’d known…”, he trailed off.

“You still don’t know, Harry.”, with that Y/N chanted everything out of her body cells not wanting to keep anything inside.

“I--I’m sorry”, Harry said as he held her close, swallowing tears of his own. “Do you want to skip the prom?”, he proposed. “But prom was the sole reason you asked me out”, Y/N peaked from under his hold. “The sole reason was to spend time with you, wanna go to McDonalds?”, he asked. Y/N grinned. “Sure”, she smiled. “But aren’t we overdressed?”

“Well, after that we can find a common ground between McD and our dresses. Somewhere in between, there must be a line for us to meet.”, harry gave a cheeky smile.

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