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general headcanons about dating lara

lara is the sweetest girl in the world. she is naturally protective of the people she cares about and her girlfriend is no exception. you know she is going to help you no matter what, you just need to ask and she will be right there. there is this sense of comfort in knowing your girl is always ready to support you. you are sad and she shows up with your favourite snack in her hand, you are falling asleep and she plays with your hair.

her love language is physical touch. she loves the feeling of warmth when she kisses your cheek just because or holding your hand under the table during some fancy dinner. when the two of you are together she can't leave your side and she can't stop touching your skin. she loves to hug you from behind while you are doing anything like chopping vegetables for dinner or when you are just looking from the window. will definitely kiss your neck or shoulders.

however, lara is not big on pda. usually she doesn't care if other people see you two kissing since her love is loud and she is not afraid to show it, but she will leave anything beyong innocent gesture for the privacy of your home. holding hands, kisses on the cheeks, resting her arm on your shoulders or waist... those things are more than loved, but she would get embarassed to go further.

food is made to be shared with lara, so expect her to taste anything you order but you can do the same. she won't get offended. if you are eating something sweet and a little bit of cream ends up on your face, she will wipe it out with her thumb and lick it right after. lara adores the way you blush when she does it, it's the most adorable thing in the world.

dates with lara are casual. she is not the type of person who would go to fancy resturants to have fun, she would rather bring you to ice skating or whatever type of museum, but she can make it the best experence of your life. hearing your girlfriend talking about all the things exposed in the halls with such passion is a pleasure, it's like having your personal guide. she could make any topic interesting.

she is a lowkey romantic who will organize the coziest home dates. she will make popcorn herself and watch one of her favourite movies whike you cuddle, she will dance with you in the kitchen with some random song from her spotify playlist. anything as long as she gets to hold you.

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Loved Ones

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary- It’s an important day for you. Your family doesn’t show up to support you. But Wanda’s there. Just like she always is.

Word count- 1,423

Warnings- Shitty family, hurtful words (by family not Wanda.)

Fluff/ Hurt/ Comfort

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“They’re not coming.”

The second you whisper the words into existence you regret it.

Saying them out loud only seems to make the situation more real. Causing the heavy feeling in your chest to intensify, fast spreading it to your heart.

A hand is placed on your back. It’s gentle yet firm presence grounding you to where you stand. The soothing circular motion does little to comfort you. But you appreciate it all the same.

You don’t take your eyes off the rows of people in front of you. Still visible even from your place behind a curtain.

Looking into the crowd you can see rows and rows of people. All of them sitting with excited smiles on their faces. In every row there are families, loved ones, supporters, waiting for their person to walk across the stage. Ready to cheer them on.

They look so happy. So content. So… whole.

There’s so many people here. So many families, all who’ve come out to support their own.

But where is yours? Where’s your family, your loved ones, your people.

They're not here. That’s for sure.

You know because you’ve spent the last 20 minutes intently watching as the rows of people fill. Never taking your eyes off them just in case, by some miracle, they decided to show up.

But you knew they wouldn’t. You’d prepared yourself as such. But a small part of you had hoped.

“They're not coming.”

You whisper again. This time bowing your head in disappointment.

“Baby…”

Your girlfriend pipes up from behind you, her voice low and gently. 

Her hand continues its soothing motion on your back. A silent gesture to show she is here for you.

You turn to look at her. Your eyes filled with the beginnings of tears.

But you won’t let them fall. You refuse to shed any more tears for those people.

Why should you? They’d never care enough to wipe them away. To apologize. To even acknowledge they’d done wrong.

Instead, everything would be your fault. You were being too dramatic. You were being over sensitive. You were the one who made it hard to love you. To care for you. To even want you around, or to bother to pretend to want you around for that matter.

Still though, you had hoped. That on this one day, when everyone’s family showed up for them, that yours would do the same for you.

You look away from your girlfriend in shame. In embarrassment. You really hoped they would come. You’d even saved seats for them. Seats that, from your place at the side of the stage, can be seen as filled by someone else's family.

You keep your eyes locked on those very sears as your mind wanders. Paying over all the nasty things those people who call themselves your “family” have said to you.

Overdramatic.

Useless. 

Hard to love.

….

Burden.

But then Wanda takes your face in her hands, taking you out of your thoughts. Forcing you to look her in the eye. 

She holds you like she’s afraid to hurt you, like she couldn’t bear the thought of it. She holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world to her. 

The thought has your heart beating faster in your chest.

But then your teary eyes meet her own and your heart drops. 

“I’m sorry.”

You say, voice filled with guilt and regret. You didn't mean to upset her.

The words play again in your mind, louder this time.

Overdramatic.

Useless.

Hard to love.

Burden.

They make you wonder, briefly, how long it will be before she uses them against you. Just like your supposed loved ones had.

Anger flashes through her eyes. She looks shocked. Enraged. Like she’s about to kill somebody.

You step back, afraid you’d angered her.

Guilt crosses her face then. She hadn't meant to scare you. She was just so angry at the people who've hurt you. The people who instilled in you that you have to apologize for showing emotion.

She takes you in her arms. Holding you close. Whispering words of remorse and reassurance in your ear.

“I’m sorry, dekta.”

You let yourself cry in the arms of your girlfriend, silent tears falling down your face. Feeling safe enough to do so with the amount of care she holds you with. 

The ceremony goes better than you thought it would. Given your sudden apathetic feelings towards it beforehand.

Wanda stands, a proud smile on her face, in the front row. Making sure you could see her the entire time.

Her eyes sparkle when they call your name up on that stage. She cheers and yells for everyone to hear. She wants everyone to know you have someone who loves you there to celebrate with you. 

She wants you to know it.

“That’s my girl!”

You giggle at her cheesy display of public affection.

Secretly thought, your heart is beating out of your chest at her willingness to say you are hers.

After the ceremony you don’t feel so bad anymore.

The second you set foot off the stage you find yourself in Wanda’s arms. Her body lifting yours into the air and spinning you around in a tight embrace as she squeals about how proud of you she is.

You barely have time to register your feet back on the ground before Wanda brings her lips to meet your own.

She kisses you passionately. Like she means it. She kisses you like she wants to kiss you for the rest of her life.

When she pulls away she rests her forehead on yours. Unmoving as you stare into each other’s eyes.

The moment is perfect.

It makes your heart feel lighter. It makes you feel free.

Tears come to your eyes again. Only this time, they are tears of joy. Happy tears for the women in your arms. The love and comfort you feel when in her presence.

Wanda removes her arms from around you and for a second you panic. Tightening your hold on the older woman in fear of her leaving.

But then she brings her hands up to your face. A soft, reassuring smile on her lips as she wipes your tears away.

“No more tears, baby. Today is a happy day.”

She doesn’t ask why you're crying. She doesn’t need to. She knows.

You close your eyes and lean into your girlfriend's warmth. Content in just being in her arms.

This time, when the awful words start to echo in the back of your head, you silence them. Replacing them with the words your girlfriend says to you often enough for you to have memorized them. Almost as if, with the sheer force of her love for you, she has marked them into your brain. 

Intelligent.

Kind.

Compassionate.

Beautiful.

When you open your eyes you have a smile on your face. One that your girlfriend mirrors as she leans in to kiss you again, taking your hand in hers to lead you away.

The people who claim to be your family might not have shown up for you today, but Wanda did. She’s here. As she always is. As she promises you she always will be.

Years later, when she makes the same promise, this time with a ring in hand, you don’t even think about the “family” that hurt you. Nor their assured absence from your wedding.

You simply close your eyes. Thinking of all the things your girlfriend has said to you.

Intelligent.

Kind.

Compassionate.

Beautiful.

When you open your eyes, a bright and genuine smile on your face as you nod your acceptance of her proposal, Wanda cries. She cries because you're going to be her wife. The person she loves most in the whole world, and you’ve agreed to be hers forever. 

Excitedly, Wanda jumps up from her place on the ground, wrapping her arms around you as she whispers in your ear. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You whisper back, feeling the words incase your chest in warmth.

It’s because of Wanda’s love, her constant patience, care and reassurance of her love for you that you can believe her words. 

Someone loves you. Wanda loves you. You're not unlovable as those horrid people made you believe to be.

The day you agreed to marry Wanda was the best day of your life.

Because you knew then, without a shadow of a doubt, that you had found your family. Your loved one. Your person. Your future wife and the mother of your children. 

You knew that she would never leave you.

And she never did.

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A/n- Adding some Wanda fluff to everyone’s day cause who couldn’t do with some extra Wanda comfort n fluff.

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Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

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Can’t promise anything but I might have something out by Friday idk 🤷🏽

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you can only reblog this today

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About Fanfiction

You know when you come across a fanfiction that is just so wonderful in every way, and once it's over you genuinely don't know what to do. There's just this static going on your brain and it's just like- I - I don't - like a genuine loss of words. Because you have read something so beautiful and unique, and thoughtful, something that has actually changed parts of you and the way you view things.

This is why its ridiculous how much shit fanfiction gets, because this feeling, is so incredibly rare, and let me tell you, not once have I read a published book that has had this effect on me.

Sure, there is bad fanfiction, but guess what. There are also bad books. And just like there are amazing books, there are amazing fanfictions. And I got to read one of those for free.

The skill, not only in the writing but the way the characters are told, the story, the emotions, everything. The time and research that writer has put on this work, and I got to read it for free.

Through fanfiction we get to read and tell stories that the mainstream media is too bigoted to publish.

It is really fucking stupid to shit on fanfiction because "some of it is bad". Some of us don't get represented in the media as much, some of us at all, and some of us only in negative light.

So yeah, say thanks to fanfiction writers, leave kudos, leave comments. Fanfiction can be really fucking amazing.

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Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder

Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breast fondling, finger riding, neck kisses, biting, praise, adoration, mirror sex

Word count: 0.7k

Kinktober Day 20: Mirror Sex

A/N: They gotta have fancy mirrors in rooms in that brothel right? This kinktober entry is one of the ones I was looking forward to the most.

Sevika was surprised to find out how shy you still were given your line of work, how easily you got flustered, how you hid your face behind you hands or a pillow from her words and actions. As cute as it might be she wanted to help you break free from that.

And her being who she is decided to face the problem straight ahead, no dancing around the issue. Sevika was always straight forward, being with blunt insults, her compliments, the things that she found attractive or the things she wanted to do. Or you to do.

"What's the problem sweetheart? My fingers are right here, get to it." She smirked at you from the bed all the while knowing damn well what the problem was. The fucking mirror right at the foot of the bed.

"You're not gonna let this go, are you?" You cross your hands over your chest, perfectly aware that it only makes your breasts look bigger.

"What do you think?" She gestures for you to come closer. With the fingers she knows you'll end up riding. "Back to me, face the mirror. If it really is too much then we can stop, but I want to see how beautiful you look when you're getting fucked."

"I-I do?" A familiar sensation of your cheeks warming up begins to dawn on you. Sevika is sparing with her compliments most of the time but tonight it seems like she's feeling extra generous.

She just laughs, it was a short laugh, almost a snort, "See for yourself." She pats her thighs, her fingers in between them, waiting for you. Well you certainly didn't want them to get cold.

With light steps, or maybe you actually skipped there in your hurry, you drew yourself close to her and just like she asked, straddled her, your back turned. Sevika wasted no time with her fingers gently exploring familiar territory between your legs. You felt her soft, yet slightly rough lips on your bare back, her hand on your hip, guiding you. You took two fingers in with easy, the stretch soothing rather then painful.

"Don't look down. Eyes forward and start moving."

This wasn't a suggestion anymore. No, her voice was much more commanding. She knew you'd respond to it, you always did. And it always made heat flow between your legs, now down her hand as your walls squeezed around her fingers. With some reservation you looked up, coming face to face with yourself in the mirror. Unable to keep your eyes facing you they traveled lower, which also proved to be a mistake as you could clearly see Sevika's fingers entering you over and over as you bucked and rolled your hips on her lap.

"A beautiful sight isn't it?" Sevika leans up to bite your neck, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror, her hand traveling to cup your breaths. It's a little cold, but nothing you're not used to by now, rather it feels nice on your hot skin. "I see you like this every time. Spread out for me, looking up at me with those hooded eyes, wanting more."

"More." You echoed, "Yes, please Sevika. Please more." You look behind you briefly. She stops, "More." You whine again. With a little groan you look forward again, your face twisting with pleasure as she starts moving her fingers. "That's so good. Please don't stop."

"I won't. Not as long as you keep looking. You can do that for me can't you kitten?" Sevika coos against the bruise on your shoulder.

"I'll try." You lean backward a little, feeling Sevika's warm, soft breasts against your back. The new angle lets you see your cunt and her fingers even more clearly. It almost makes you come. This is how she sees you. Sexy. Needy. Breathtaking. "Fuck, please, make me come. Bend me over and make me come. I'll keep looking, I'll-" Your next words form into a loud moan as Sevika gently wraps her metal arm around your throat and pushes you forward, her fingers pumping in your cunt with renewed force. "Yes, yes, ah!"

You grab the sheets as hard as you can, even with your teeth as you look at Sevika in the mirror, towering over you, her whole arm moving back and forth as she drags your orgasm out of you. "Good girl. I knew you could do it." She kisses your ear, then your neck and finally tilts your head a little to capture your lips in a mind-spinning kiss.

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SuperNova ~ Jason Todd x Hero!Reader

A/N ~ SURPRISE 3 DAYS EARLY! It’s finally out!! ofc because it’s me i had to add a meet cute and a few tropes that i love so good like *spoiler* and *spoiler*

Summary: You are the hero little kids look up to, the great SuperNova, with powers that rival Superman. However, with a past riddled with questions and rarely any answers, you decide to move to the only place your parents were ever seen, Gotham City. Your presence there is quickly caught by the vigilantes who normally patrol the city for criminals. One, in particular, seems to have a bone to pick with you.

AKA sunshine!hero!reader x sunshine protector!anti-hero!Jason

Warnings: Typical DC Dialogue & Violence | Drunk men being gross assholes in one scene | Reader has missing parents | Mention of Past Capture & Torture | Fear Toxin in Action | Description of Gore and Death | Slow Burn | There may be minor plot holes I apologize for any you see

Word Count: 10.5K

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They're besties, your honor

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Writing that Lara Croft fic and coming out with the masterlist

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I need a tomb raider fic that's set in Lara and sam’s college days and she finds out Lara is a stoner or that she does drink but just has a high tolerance or something idk 😭

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Welcome to the United States of America where if you want to be safe from guns you die if you want to get a safe abortion you die if you're gay you die if you're black you die if you're a woman you die if you're disabled you die if you're a kid you die if you're a POC you die if you're trans you die and no one will do anything about it because some stupid cuntrags that are two steps away from tripping on a staircase and dying cling to some dipshit beliefs from over 6 decades ago and decide to make it everyone's problem

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MAKE MORE LENA STORIES PLZZZZZZZZ

Send a request :D

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I decided to call myself out….

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Should I post my short supergirl angst fic or finish and post the Lara Croft smut??

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me every 2 weeks: i promise a new fic is coming soon!

2 months later: still no fic in sight