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robotsdeservebetter · 5 months

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Amber is not a bad person, you’re just mad that “Invincible” rightfully so told you that a girlfriend isn’t something the world owes you for being a good guy.

First of all, yes, Amber is flawed. Some of her actions were questionable, like threatening a bully to flirt with Mark or arguing with him in front of other people right before break up, which I see as her giving him a last chance to come clean, but, if I remember correctly, why in front of others? Also, she genuinely could have thought Mark ran away alone, leaving them, girlfriend and best friend, in danger, because him being Invincible is a theory from her POV, not a fact. Similar voice (even if it’s Steven Yuen), body and hair isn’t enough to say “Yep. Totally the same person”. And, actually, when the theory was confirmed true, it’s even worse than him just being a coward who suddenly leaves all the time. Why?

Because how in the world do you expect a relationship work, if you keep half of your life a secret? Boundaries are good, but Mark put a concrete wall with barbed wire and laser guns and hoped Amber would be understanding enough to pretend she’s blind until he decides it’s time. Amber did questionable things, she was impulsive at times, that’s true, but fuck ups isn’t a competition, it’s not healthy to treat them as such, which is why Amber’s anger was completely justified. Please take a look back at how he treated her.

He embarrassed Amber in front of her Mom by promising to come and not doing so. Mark showed up two hours later, when Amber’s Mom already wasn’t there to meet him. Imagine the awkwardness, the judgement, the “he will be there”. He mentioned things Amber was interested in, but due to him being able to do them thanks to superpowers, couldn’t elaborate, and blatantly changed the topic, which can sting, not enough to make an accusation, but obviously is a way to hide truth, alternatively, can be seen a lie to win Amber’s affections. He bought her a gift to make up for incoming fuck up, which can also sting (even if Amber is materialistic, her being an activist makes it safe to assume she was wondering whether that apology gift came from the stereotype or not). And of course, all the times he left with a made up excuse.

It’s important to note, that the show gave Mark a choice and that he made it. Eve told him that if he’s serious about Amber, he shouldn’t keep such secrets from her. Her own relationship fell apart due to lack of trust (and that Rex is overall a dick). The show made it clear that Mark doesn’t trust Amber, his girlfriend, enough to tell her. So what we have here is that Mark wants everything at once: a solid relationship, which requires both understanding and consent from Amber and trust from him, and safety of only chosen few to know his secret identity. He kept his identity secret, so next step should have been breaking up with Amber. Did he? No, he decided to string her along.

The show treats his decision to lie to Amber as a bad one because it is a bad decision. Mark’s feelings are valid, Amber’s are too and Amber felt left behind, kept as a token girlfriend. Mark only came clean when Amber broke up with him, as a last resort to keep their relationship. Trust isn’t a last resort, it’s the base of the base! Mark made his stance clear: “I don’t trust you, but I will use my sensitive information to convince you to stay and ignore my previous fuck ups”. Thinking about it, he practically used Invincible identity just like the expensive gift from fest: a grand gesture he made only when he risked losing Amber. This is not romantic, if you ask me and Amber.

What I’m trying to say is: Mark can risk his life every single day, and as unfair as it may feel, no other person is required to give him understanding, especially if they don’t know for sure what’s going on. Mark ended up with two opinions from Amber’s POV, both of which are horrible:

Not Invincible. He’s a coward, who leaves his girlfriend and best friend behind, not even trying to make them run away with him. He lies about being interested in same things as her. Brought a rock as a souvenir, which she regarded kindly. He upset Amber’s mom for no apparent reason. In response, all he could do is ask for forgiveness and not give any explanation. Conclusion: not a boyfriend material.

Is Invincible. He claimed to be serious about her, but kept half of his life, his genes a secret, which led to him stringing her along and only offering a “sorry” without explanations. Conclusion: he’s not serious about her, he might not understand it, but he’s not, serious relationship requires trust.

Then, why did she kiss him after a fight with Omni-man? Well, since she’s not an antagonist from any point of view, it’s safe to assume that Amber:

Still loved Mark. The amount of second chances she gave him, the amount of times she dosmissed his obvious lying speaks for her.

Wanted to comfort him and prevent awkwardness. They’re 17-18, how mature are any of them to accept Mark’s ex as a part of the gang without making it awkward?

Combining those two is what she came up with. Is it a good decision? I don’t think it is, they made up for now, but Mark trusts her now not because he decided he can, but because he was “forced” to tell (by plot or himself, so to speak, re-look at points made in paragraph 6. That didn’t come from his almost trust is what I mean).

In the end, fandom has nothing to complain about. Mark DID get his “my personality is to support you” girlfriend. Amber calmed down for now.

So yeah, Amber is not a bad character, she just doesn’t treat Mark like a god. You know who also doesn’t? Eve. A thing to note: Mark trusted her without question. A parallel? A will they won’t they? Who cares, we all know what will happen with their relationship anyway.

In the end I want to say, that I enjoyed Amber’s character. Despite being main superhero’s girlfriend, she didn’t feel generic, and that’s what makes Invincible so good for me: it’s aware of superhero tropes it can’t or chose not to avoid and executes them in a way that makes the characters ambiguous, in a way that makes me question the way I and fandoms categorise characters. Amber is flawed and that’s what makes her human. Writers took a risk to make things complicated, to make an imperfect woman of colour (please don’t say these don’t matter unless you understand racism and sexism can be subconscious), which you can say didn’t pay off, but I’m glad they took the risk, I enjoyed how it all turned out.

#amber bennett #mark grayson #invincible

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chaoticbardlady99 · 4 months

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Lethal Woman- Chapter 9 (Astarion x GN! Daywalker Vampire reader) MDNI 18+

Author note- I deleted so many drafts. This is not really edited. I don’t like this one much but it’s the best I have right now. Hopefully the next chapter is better.

CW: Violence, gore, torture, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of sexual trauma, fluffy (?)

Chapter Ten

Everyday in the Underdark is worse than the last. On the first day- the various creatures and the requests were easy to deal with.

On the second day, you had made friends with the local Myconid colony and began helping the locals. You and Astarion are happy and healing together- putting together your future plans and he finds an excuse for you to stay in his tent every night. You and your other companions have lots of fun together for the most part. You all enjoy several bottles of wine and some of Halsin’s ‘special nature leaves’ as you and Astarion have begun to call it. The food is good, the company is good, and you feel good.

For once- despite the tadpole in your head- you felt truly genuinely happy and at home.

Until you went to sleep on the third night.

You woke up entirely inconsolable and you couldn’t breathe. Dahlia was here and you could tell because your dreams were… grotesque.

You thought she would continue to terrorize you with your guilt about losing Tessa if you crossed paths, but instead, she showed you Astarion.

He was being torn apart with Cazador’s knife as Dahlia helped rip the flesh off the bone. He is fighting back so hard, but it’s too late. Dahlia and Cazador have killed him, mutilated him, and turned him into a zombified version of himself. It was a threat- a promise.

You’ve seen this dream in different and more grotesque variations every night after the third night since you arrived in the Underdark 8 days ago. You feel insane and on edge. Dahlia keeps telling you that your companions despise you- you really are beginning to believe it.

You are a selfish horrible creature? Why would they want to protect you? Once you have outlived your usefulness- they will all drop you.

But I won’t abandon you because I love you.

Dahlia is constantly finding ways into your head to crack you. On the second day, she began twisting people’s words. You had to ask them to repeat sentences several times because you couldn’t believe what your ears were hearing. Dahlia was able to break you enough to convince you that every word that she warped from your companions’ mouth was actually what they were saying to you.

Astarion and Karlach had been the worst- Karlach made an appearance in your dream the night before and you had to sit and watch as she fought in the blood war because you led Zariel to her- you are a selfish creature who gets all your loved ones killed because you can’t let go.

Astarion holds onto you as you bite into your arm and disappear into yourself the first two nights, trying not to scream as the nightmares slowly pull you farther and farther from your reality. You could feel him flinch with every painful bite your jaw leaves on your arm. Your skin was completely destroyed, but you couldn’t stop.

If you scream- it will only get worse and Dahlia will hurt you more. She keeps explicitly telling you that and you are far too tired to think rationally- let her think for you. You are 13 again and you resent it.

You have absolutely no doubt in your mind after day 3 that Dahlia is after you. This was one of the ways Dahlia had picked you apart when you were 13. You aren’t sure how she is able to insert herself so easily into your mind now, but this is how it begins- Nightmares.

Then, she goes after your ability to eat. You had hoped the tadpole would prevent it, but apparently the secret dream visitor only wants to help if it benefits them.

After she has stripped you down to your bones, she begins the physical abuse and training.

No matter how much you are suffering, you merely told your companions that you just were adjusting to the new environment. You just aren’t good with change. You don’t want them knowing a psychotic vampire could break into camp at any point and massacre them all. Dahlia had thoroughly managed to persuade you enough to believe they all secretly despise you and are waiting for an excuse to kick you out. Especially Astarion. She tells you he thinks about it everyday.

The words he would say were constantly twisted to tell you how awful he thinks you are, how much of an easy fuck you are, and every horrible thing that ‘he’ thinks you deserve. You became hyper paranoid around him- refusing to be close by but also still dreaming about him dying a horrible, slow death almost every night.

Astarion kept trying to get you to come back and sleep with him in his tent, asking you to come cuddle with him, saying he’ll protect you while you sleep but you would sit, shivering from the fear hibernating in your bones and stare at the fire- jumping at every sound.

When he had tried again on the 5th day- you had gone absolutely ballistic and refused to be near him. He looked heartbroken, but you think you are saving you both the trouble.

“No!,” you had hissed, “you are selfish and obnoxious. Besides- why would I want to be with the likes of you?”

Your current regret was not saying anything and now you are too scared to say anything.

This is what ultimately leads to where you are now- throwing up violently and shaking because Tessa’s severed head had been staring up at you from the cauldron.

You had screamed bloody murder- then you put your arms and hands all the way into the boiling hot water, giving yourself skin melting burns, but you weren’t even aware of that. All you could hear is her screaming for you to save her and you are desperate to.

More and more of Tessa keeps coming up to the surface and it’s so real. You are screaming her name- begging the voice of Dahlia in your head to stop hurting her.

Astarion was able to wrestle your arms back to your sides, and as Shadowheart and Halsin made quick work of healing your arms- you began panicking and having tunnel vision because you screamed and you are not allowed to scream- before you ultimately began dry heaving and vomiting up stomach acid. You clench your eyes shut- you cannot show you are in pain.

“Ha! I’ll show you pain!”

The memory hits you like a bus and you don’t know how it happened, but she has broken you. One year of freedom was completely erased by 5 days of torment.

You collapse onto the ground- pulling yourself away from Astarion, and begin to scream in agony for your parents- covering your face like a child- as she changes your hallucination. You watch your mom’s deceased corpse being eaten by pigs while your dad continues to be decapitated over and over again. Astarion’s screams of pain fill the background and Karlach’s resentment towards you is scraping at your skin as your ‘friend’ is telling you how much you deserve this- how you are the reason Zariel was able to get her back. You killed her.

You can feel your broken sobs and you are belligerently begging to be left alone, to go back home please. You miss your tent- you miss your simple life and the streets of Westgate. You wish you could go back to the night before- the last night you truly lived.

Dahlia still won after this entire time and you don’t care anymore. Just like 10 years ago.

The realization hurts, but she pushes it out of your mind with her next sentence. Fear grips your heart, but you can’t get yourself to tell anyone what is happening to you. You can’t trust anyone.

Don’t worry child, I love you and I’m going to bring you home.

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Astarion is beyond worried for you at this point. You had gone from being this bright light in your group of melancholic anti-heroes to a completely terrified, paranoid shell of yourself.

Gale, Shadowheart, and Halsin identified the cause- someone had put a curse on you at some point. Halsin theorizes that you have been carrying around this curse for a while considering the individual has to be able to physically carve this curse into your bones for it to be a spell that can be manipulated to be on or off- provided the original bestower is still alive and within the same region.

The curse was Insidious Insomnia- it had allowed this person to access your dreams and slowly build upon them because you were going mad from exhaustion and nightmares you wouldn’t show Astarion- no matter how much he begs you to let him back in.

Gale put together that a Hallucinate spell is probably what caused you to see whatever you saw in the Cauldron.

Gale revealed a new chilling detail- whoever this is must be around their camp often and they are coming by more because you are getting worse and worse. Also Hallucinate was not a wide range spell.

You had pushed Astarion away and that broke his heart.

You had told him to go fuck himself, if you “were that easy of a fuck” then why not just take advantage like the selfish asshole he is, and how he is worth absolutely nothing to you- how he is a fool for even trusting you. Astarion had been so confused. He had never said any of that to you.

At first he resented you- how dare you trick him into stumbling head over heels just to pull the rug out from underneath him. You gave him hope- talked about traveling and seeing the world with him. He had definitely sat in his tent and cried- not having enough energy or willpower to go kill anything, but also feeling so ashamed of himself for even thinking he could ever open up his heart to someone in the first place. Cazador was right- he was a pathetic boy.

He hated you and cared for you all at the same time and it was painful. Astarion was trying to figure out what went wrong- then it began happening to Karlach not even an hour later. She had run up to Astarion’s tent in tears asking if he knew what she had done wrong. The fact that you were suddenly dropping both him and Karlach at the same time with irrational reasoning behind it was too convenient. Something had to be wrong.

You were hostile with the others as well, but it was not nearly as bad. It was like the more you care about the person, the worse your revulsion to them is.

It was a lot easier to breathe when everyone had all agreed that your behavior was incredibly bizarre and abnormal. It’s entirely possible you don’t mean a single word you said to him and that gives him hope (stupidly enough). The you he is grieving and missing is still there underneath a horrible curse.

Halsin, Gale, and Shadowheart were all frustrated- trying to come up with some solution because none of them are okay with watching you suffer. Everyone in camp cares about you- even if they don’t particularly care about each other - because you take the time to know them, learn from them, and make them feel important.

Astarion is the most frustrated that there isn’t a solution in sight. Everything had been amazing up until the third night in the Underdark. Now it’s day 8 and he doesn’t recognize you anymore. Watching your pain is unbearable and he knows he eventually needs to talk to you about how he feels- if you ever come back to him.

Astarion had begun to slowly accept his feelings as he would do silly little things for you- like braid your hair differently, trying to make you laugh, helping you clean your armor, and he would stitch up your low quality shit that he knows you can afford to replace- which he will be making you when you arrive at Baldur’s Gate.

This is not you. He knows you and something has to be very wrong for this to be happening. It doesn’t make it hurt any less, but he is scared to truly lose the first real companion he’s ever found. He adores you and he knows you adore him- it will be okay.

Karlach is sitting next to your angry, thrashing figure as Shadowheart tries to bind your arms and legs for your safety- she’s trying to remind you of all the stuff the two of you had gone through together since meeting, but you are gone and screaming at her to stop fucking lying.

“I CANT TRUST YOU,” you scream and spit at the top of your lungs, your voice cracking, “ALL OF YOU ARE FUCKING LIARS- LIARS!!!”

Karlach got up and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Astarion knows they’ll be talking about all of this later- the two of them depending on each other to get through watching you become something that is unrecognizable.

“Fancy seeing you here- nin nikym mor .”

*elven translation literally means my (Nin), Dagger (Nikym), Darkness/ the True Death (mor). What I hope the sentence says is ‘my dagger of darkness’

Her voice runs down his spine like a fever. Astarion immediately knows who the woman is without having to look.

“What do you want Dahlia,” you manage to hiss through the delirium

“Oh just that little Spawn of Cazador’s” Dahlia looks at Astarion before she gives you a disconcerting smile, “I am so excited to see you nin úvanimo. I do miss the old you though. You looked so much better with corpse eyes. So much more…. Empty.”

(*elvish here translates to my Monster.)

Astarion feels fire burning up under his skin. This is the woman who has tortured Rowan for the last 11 years.

You look different now- you look really fucking pissed actually.

“So go on my little úvanimo,” Dahlia coos, “kill the Spawn and I’ll release you from your curse.”

“Over my dead body,” you snarl in an animalistic manner.

Astarion looks at you with surprise and realizes something- Dahlia may be able to twist your perspective on everyone else’s point of view, but she will always be Dahlia. Predictable, malicious Dahlia. There isn’t a single anxiety to have there.

And Astarion, despite whatever you think he thinks of you currently, will always be Astarion. You will protect him- despite how horrific you feel and the offer on the table. You are in so much pain and you are declining to turn him over to be saved. Astarion would kiss you if he didn’t think you’d physically rip his lower lip off with your teeth at the moment.

Dahlia glowers at you, “I’m sorry- I think I might have misheard you.

“I’m going to give you a second chance- go fet-“

“No,” you gasp in pain as a wave of red energy goes pulsing through your body, “get out of my head- now.”

“Pft! None of these people love you- you fucking moron,” Dahlia begins to step forward and Astarion steps to block you from her, “especially not this little fucking joke of a Spawn.”

Dahlia continues to try to glare past Astarion, suddenly making a hand motion that makes her eyes glow an even brighter red, “you will obey-“

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!!!!” You scream, your voice contorted, “GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!”

The abrupt outburst causes all of them to look at you, but Astarion makes sure to glance at Dahlia. He can’t help, but feel satisfied by her expression.

Dahlia has a look of realization- it won’t matter how much she tortures you. She has created the perfect killing machine, has tortured you for months like this, and all it did was teach you how to fight through the pain, her commands, and exhaustion. On top of it all- she made you an Apex predator by turning you into a Deathbringer. Dahlia had taught you- molded you- too well and it is about to be her undoing.

Dahlia starts to fling cantrip after cantrip at you and, while it is an impressive display of power, your ability to dodge and weave through your mad haze was a thousand times more worthy of being sung about by the bards. You fling her against a tree and right as you go to land the final blow- your jagged, broken dagger in hand- Dahlia glows bright red and flings a ray of enfeeblement at you.

“Blood magic,” Wyll says in horror.

The twisted magic went through the air so fast you didn’t really have any time to react before it hit you. The scream that leaves Astarion’s mouth is foreign to his own ears. You fall to your knees- evidently in a lot of pain and you cry out.

Then the first several stabs happen- Astarion begins sprinting in Dahlia’s direction when she sends him flying painfully against the concrete wall.

It knocks the wind out of Astarion and his whole body is throbbing in pain, but he is fighting to get up. His vision is swimming in black dots. Your screams are filling the air and Astarion’s thoughts become murderous.

As his vision improves- he sees the rest of their companions fighting more twisted Deathbringers. There are a lot of them, but they are slaughtering them with ease. His attention moves back to you.

“Remember the rules? If you scream- I get to hurt you even more. If you are quiet,” Dahlia slits your vocal chords and a guttural noise leaves your mouth, “I will stop. And do you remember why,” she stabs you, “we,” another stab with a twist this time, “have these rules?!”

You painfully nod and she slams your head into the concrete, Astarion is going to be sick. He has to get up or he is going to watch you die and be taken away to die at his former master’s hands by this terrible woman.

“I don’t think you do- you arrogant,” another stab,”shit!”, she slams your head into the floor again, “That insubordinate Spawn of Cazador’s has tainted you- ruined you. You are a weapon! My weapon! You will treat me with fucking respect! I made you WHAT YOU ARE!”

Dahlia slams your head against the concrete one last time- you are fighting the urge to scream and Astarion is finally up right. His head is throbbing, his body aches, but none of it quells the unrelenting fury consuming him.

Dahlia is outraged and isn’t paying attention to her surroundings. Astarion can very easily work with that.

Dahlia picks you up by the back of your collar, dragging you behind her, and you are basically limp. You are whimpering and silent tears are falling down your face.

Dahlia begins to walk towards the way she came from with you being roughly scraped across the ground.

“I can’t wait to watch the look on your face when he dies screaming,” she seethes, “I thought it was a little joke of Cazador’s- you and his Spawn fancying each other. You insufferable haaku-“

*Haaku means idiot in Elvish

Dahlia hits the ground and releases the back of your shirt because of the force Astarion hits her with. Astarion hits Dahlia with every amount of strength he has- breaking her long sword in the process.

Dahlia says something in Elvish- harnessing some form of magic and as she lets it go- Astarion casts Fire Bolt. They create an explosion and only Astarion goes flying backwards- the majority of the blast being sent back towards him.

Astarion’s vision is doubled as he watches Dahlia stalk towards him. He knows life isn’t fair and maybe under different circumstances- he’d appreciate Dahlia’s shenanigans and her inability to play fair, but right now it’s just really infuriating. He’s going to fucking die, you are going to die, or worse- she’ll make you Cazador’s spawn and you’ll experience the same torture he has until Astarion can save you.

“DAHLIA!”

The woman whirls around in the direction of her name. You are standing there shakily- your clothes are completely blood soaked.

They all watch in silence as Dahlia stares into your wild eyes with fear- your vampiric stare boring into hers. You are practically rattling- whether from exhaustion or anger, Astarion has no idea.

You get close to her much quicker than Astarion thinks anyone anticipated- despite her grasp on you and the multitude of stab wounds- you run your hidden blades into her chest and the soft part of her jaw. You are snarling at her and paralyzing her with terror.

Astarion swears that you are the most beautiful creation in existence as you bare your teeth at her with a wide, malicious grin. He could not be more proud to know you.

Dahlia is gurgling on the ground as you take two ragged steps backwards and cast flaming hands on her- her gurgling becomes akin to screams of terror before dying away completely.

You slowly turn around and Astarion remains frozen- not wanting you to be startled.

You smile at him briefly before coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground.

Astarion has never run faster in his life.

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The smell of bergamot, rosemary, and brandy floods your nose as you slowly blink awake. You must be in Astarion’s tent.

You are exhausted. Everything hurts- even your head which is currently pounding.

“Soldier,” Karlach whispers fearfully, “are you back with us?”

It comes back to you now. You killed Dahlia. Actually you more so wiped her from existence entirely, but you don’t know how you had been able to put yourself together just enough to get up and fight. You couldn’t let Dahlia have another chance to turn you into something hollow and miserable so you did the only thing you knew how to do- you rolled with the punches as she taught you and you killed your mark. Maybe if it hadn’t been her, Dahlia would have actually been proud.

You look up at Karlach and the fog Dahlia had been forcing you to look through was gone. Your mind is not terrified or clouded in paranoia. You cry and smile brightly and Karlach beams.

“I- I’m back,” you say roughly, “I- you don’t hate me?”

“Gods no!” Karlach says, “what in the world would make you think that!? I love you to pieces! I would do anything for you! You are never ever allowed to believe I hate you ever again- you hear me!?”

You break down completely and hold Karlach’s gloved hand. Karlach doesn’t hate you. Karlach still loves you and is still your best friend. Dahlia had been lying.

Before you can even begin to calm down, you hear the tent open, and Astarion is pulling you into him and just holds you. You weakly hold him back and cry into his neck. You feel his own tears paint the delicate skin of your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, “I am so so sorry- I didn’t mean to-“

“Shhhhhhhh, Darling,” he whispers into your ear, “you are okay, I am okay- we are okay. I’m just so happy to have you back.”

You breathe a sigh of relief- camp is home again. Camp is safe.

All you have ever wanted is peace and to feel safe- two things you were denied up until a few hours ago. You want to hate Dahlia despite all the torture and pain she has inflicted upon you- you just couldn’t.

All you feel when you think about her now is peace. She is gone and you are finally free.

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Astarion can’t help but kiss you like he’s starving. He is- he needs you. He doesn’t necessarily feel like having sex, but he wants to be as close to you as he possibly can right now.

You aren’t pulling at his clothes or touching his back. Your hands are simply tangled up in his hair and you are matching his same, needy and slow pace. Eventually you have to pull back for air and Astarion begins to kiss along your jaw and neck- nipping the sensitive skin.

“Are you hungry?” You ask.

Astarion freezes and looks at you in bewilderment.

“Darling, you just basically came back from the dead- less than 24 hours ago, mind you- and you are asking me if I’m hungry?”

“I suppose I am!” You say matter of factly, “Astarian Acunin- ARE YOU HUNGRY?!”

Astarion smiles in spite of himself and chuckles before putting another soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“I am starving,” he says breathily and relishes in the vibrations of the giggles that come from your beautiful, swollen lips.

“Then drink,” you say while stroking his hair, “don’t think about yesterday. I want to do this for you.”

Astarion hums against your neck and begins kissing over the spot where your pulse is the strongest. Astarion has begun to trust that you aren’t hiding anything from him when you say you want to do something for him. You aren’t going to stake him, flay him, or feed him a rat- it’s not a trick question when it’s coming from you. You- for whatever reason- are fond of him and it has him on edge sometimes.

His thoughts are interrupted as your blood rushes into his mouth. The way you taste is overwhelming and insatiable all at once. You taste absolutely incredible- you remind him of a well-aged whiskey.

Astarion struggles to remain aware of how much of your blood he is taking- your hands stroking his hair and your hums of pleasure make him want to never stop.

Well, until he thinks he might have killed you- which he did accidentally kill you the first night and you really just haven’t let him live it down since. You think it’s hysterical and the only other person who found it as funny as you did was probably him (after lots of assurance it was all in good fun) and Karlach.

Astarion is determined to never make that mistake again, but you make it so difficult not to. Your reaction to him is electrifying and full of pleasure- it consumes him.

He stops as he feels your hands begin to loosen in his hair- knowing you won’t tell him to stop, but he needs to. He laps the flowing blood that comes from the wound until it is no longer bleeding.

Astarion looks down at you and smiles wildly- a drop of your blood falls on your forehead and you just start laughing.

Of all the people who he could have ended up on this journey with- he is glad it is you that survived that hellish Nautiloid ship. He can’t think of a single other person who would be able to laugh off all this bizarre vampire shit.

“What are you thinking about Star?” You sleepily ask.

Honestly? Astarion’s mind keeps being distracted by the way you look underneath him in his clothes.

Astarion had been very embarrassed when he asked you to wear his shirt to bed- you were freezing and your clothes were ruined from the brutal attack yesterday.

Now he is very grateful he had asked. Astarion feels like you are his when he looks at you in his shirt- not in an ownership way, but in a “I am yours and you are mine” kind of way.

Watching you succumb to madness and not being able to do anything was hellish- to say the least. Astarion had never felt more helpless and was beginning to worry that you were never coming back.

It’s alarming how much he likes you and how quickly he became smitten with you. While you were losing your mind- Astarion quickly realized he hates being without you. It’s incredibly lonely and boring. He also missed you sleeping in his tent- quickly becoming accustomed to it after a couple of days.

Astarion scans over you one last time- his shirt stops just below your navel and just barely shows your underwear. Astarion is grateful you neglected to wear a bra- the sight of your pert, sensitive nipples underneath his shirt is delicious.

He hums into your ear as he responds, “I was just thinking that you should wear my clothes to bed more often, my Sweet.”

The heat from your skin as you become flustered is one of Astarion’s favorite sensations.

“I guess if you are offering,” you say flirtly back, “I could take your shirt off your hands from time to time- give you one less thing to worry about for a night.”

Astarion rolls his eyes, “oh my beautiful Knight in Shining Armor, what would I ever do without you?”

You erupt in giggles and Astarion can’t help it- he immediately presses his lips to yours, swallowing your laughter as it turns into gasps as he bites your lower lip or slips his tongue in your mouth. He is so attracted to you and the way your laugh lights up your face only made you 1000x more incredible to look at.

You continue to respect his boundaries- allowing him to touch you and guide the ‘conversation’ as you had so awkwardly called it one time. Your companions quickly caught on to what Astarion meant every time he told you he needed to have a ‘conversation’ with you- many of them walking in on your school yard make out sessions.

You told Astarion that you find it rather funny that the whole camp thinks you have an absurd amount of sex when that couldn’t be farther from the truth. You very rarely end up having sex together and when you do it’s really quite amazing, but you both enjoy kissing each other so much that he is easily content with that alone for hours or days on end- just kissing you doesn’t make all of those gross horrible feelings of self-loathing rear their ugly head like they do when you have sex.

The smell of your arousal hits Astarion’s nose as he continues to kiss you. He feels some guilt for not fucking you when he amps you up like this, but you are never upset about it.

He wonders if just pleasing you would make him feel self-loathing. Astarion has never had the luxury of actually choosing how he wants to engage with someone intimately up until he met you- considering you never initiate.

“Darling?”

“Yes Star?”

“Open your legs wider for me.”

You happily comply. Astarion moves one of his hands between the two of you and gently swipes at your clit- you gasp and arch your back into him.

He kisses down your jaw and leaves small love bites along your neck. His other hand slides up your shirt- eagerly pinching and rolling your nipples while making sure to pay attention to both.

Your keening is like music to his ears and he adores the way you look at him as he hovers over you.

Astarion removes your underwear and his cock hardens at the sight of your arousal.

You are soaking and panting with want. You get on your elbows and you look at him with a serious expression.

“Astarion.”

“Yes, my Dear?”

“You aren’t doing this because you feel like you have to- right?”

Astarion pauses and thinks about it for a second- if only to provide you with some comfort in knowing this is what he wants

“No,” Astarion muses, “I’m doing this because I need to taste you- desperately. I did tell you I was starving, didn’t I?”

You fumble and Astarion doesn’t even give you a moment to ask what he means before his tongue is circling your sensitive clit.

Astarion holds your hips down with his hands- gripping them just hard enough that you’ll have slight finger print shaped bruises along your hips.

Astarion begins to alternate between teasing your clit with his tongue and lapping at your sweet arousal between your folds.

“You taste so good, Darling.”

You say something incoherently between moans and Astarion hums in approval against your sensitive nub.

He inserts one of his fingers, curling it so that he barely brushes your g-spot, and works to coax every noise he can out of you.

You are a mess underneath him. Astarion makes a point of teasing the areas that cause you to grip his bedroll until your knuckles are almost ripping the fabric.

Astarion’s cock throbs as your fingers clench around him harder and harder as you get closer to your peak. He uses the ground underneath him to provide him with some relief. Astarion is close from watching your pleasure already, but the friction causes him to cum much faster than he wanted- your orgasm following close behind.

Astarion pulls himself up to your face and kisses you slowly. You hum in bliss against his lips and clasp your hands loosely behind his neck.

“And the verdict is?” Astarion says teasingly against your lips.

Astarion hopes he is able to hide his nervousness. He wants you to enjoy yourself and if this is pleasurable for you then he would certainly enjoy doing this again.

The feelings of guilt and shame were not nearly as strong this time. Everything that just occurred went exactly how Astarion wanted it to go and was exactly what he wanted. He just hopes it’s enough.

Astarion laughs into the crook of your neck and places soft kisses over the fresh bite wounds.

“Your mouth and fingers are good at too many things,” you say breathlessly, “I don’t know whether to be impressed or worried you’ll dominate the world one lock and snarky remark at a time.”

“So- should we revisit this particular conversation more in the future then?”

“Oh we will definitely have to revisit this conversation in the future.”

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x you #astarion romance #astarion x tav #bg3 spoilers #karlach #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #bg3 #astarion x gn! reader #astarion x AFAB!

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Hey, I broke my foot yesterday and I've kind of been in my feels about it. Would you be willing to comfort a poor fluff starved fool with some comfort from Steven/Marc?

I appreciate you a lot and love your work so damn much.

AN | I just really want to give nothing but the best to this bb 🥺🥰 PS - I appreciate you and hope you're doing okay!

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

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“This is ridiculous,” you huffed as you tried to use your crutches to get up the stairs to your flat. You tried to unsuccessfully get up the first step before stopping and almost throwing the stupid things down and trying instead to hobble up the steep concrete stairs.

You just had to go and break your dumb foot. You just had to be clumsy enough to trip over yourself and land just wrong enough to go and create a fracture. Who does that? Who breaks their own foot?!

You were tired and worn down, exhausted enough to just plop down on the front step and wait a few minutes. You pulled out your phone to see if you could call someone to try and help you but unfortunately your phone was dead. In your current state, it didn't take much to push you over the edge. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tucked the phone back into your pocket. This was quickly turning into a horrible day - worse than horrible. Terrible.

"Excuse me?" The soft voice was enough to pull you out of your little pity party as you wiped away your tears. You looked up and blinked away the remaining tears to find your neighbor looking at you with concern, "is everything alright?"

"Yes," you said without even thinking about it, "I mean no, not really at this moment. But I guess overall I am. I'll move out of your way."

"Oh no," he insisted as you raised an eyebrow at him, "I was…do you need help? I've never had a broken foot but it looks like it'd be quite a pain, yeah?"

“I don’t think the pain’s fully set in yet,” you sighed lightly, “I just left the hospital and they gave me some pretty heavy pain meds. But it’s still a hassle so far.”

“Did no one come to help you?” a genuine note of concern colored his voice as you just shrugged your shoulders. Did you really want to admit that you had basically…no one? You didn’t need even more of his pity; not that you thought he was trying to be anything but kind. You’d seen him around the building often enough and spent some time talking to him and he had never been anything but sweet when he saw you.

“It just happened this morning, so fast,” you explained, not ready to admit the full magnitude of your clumsiness, “so I just took myself in-”

“How did you manage that?”

“Hobbled to the elevators and out here and then to the cab?” you replied unsurely as if you hadn’t just gone through it a few hours ago, “to be fair, I didn’t really know it was broken. I just thought it was a bad sprain or something.”

“Oh dear,” he opened and closed his mouth a few times, almost as if unsure of himself. You couldn’t help but smile lightly at the flustered expression on his face. Before he said anything else, he picked down and picked up your bag, and slung it over his shoulder, “at least let me help you up to your flat so you don’t hurt yourself more. Last thing you need is a broken arm on top of it, love.”

“Are you sure?” a warmth bloomed in your stomach and slowly radiated out to your entire body as he just nodded and smiled. He was so kind when he had no real reason to be like that; it was a nice change of pace compared to how cold and horrible people could be, “you really don’t have to. I can...manage. Just have to take a few moments to rest before going up.”

“I insist,” he picked up the crutches you had discarded in haste before offering you his hand to help hoist you to your feet - well foot. He was gentle in his touch and movements but still felt solid and strong. Before you could find your balance, you started to fall forward and he quickly caught you by wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you to his chest, “easy there.”

“Thank you, Steven,” your whole face felt warm under his intent gaze and you had to look away from his soft eyes, “I tend to be pretty clumsy…almost took you right out too.”

“You know my name?” his eyes widened as you laughed before nodding. He didn’t think anyone paid him enough attention to actually know his name. The thought alone made him feel…something.

“Of course,” you grinned, “Steven-with-a-v Grant. You work at the museum gift shop.”

“How did…you know that?”

“You’ve told me,” you reminded him, giving him a curious expression. Did he think he was just as invisible as you felt?

“You remembered…”

“Yes,” you promised, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, “I wouldn’t forget something like that. You’re always…nice when we see each other. I like talking with you.”

For a moment it seemed like his brain was nothing but fuzzy TV static as he watched you with soft eyes. He whispered your name, and for a moment you were surprised he knew it, but then again if you’d remembered his, naturally he would remember yours. You were starting to feel like you were more similar than you originally thought, “come on, let’s get out of the cold and upstairs.”

“Yeah, okay,” you bit your lip and looked away for a moment before letting him take your hand and slowly help you up the hard concrete stairs. It was difficult with his assistance, you couldn’t imagine how hard it would have been without his help. You already felt winded once you were at the top, taking a moment to catch your breath before stuffing the crutches under your arms. Steven held the door open as you slowly (painfully slowly) made your way inside and to the elevator.

“Slow, love, easy does it,” he matched his steps to yours, his hand on the small of your back just in case something happened. The kindness and care he showed you was enough to make you want to cry - you knew it wasn’t just the pain medications doing that. How wonderful it was to have someone carry out such an act of kindness without asking for a single thing in return.

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Once you arrived at your flat - which was conveniently just down the hall from his - he pulled out your keys before fumbling with the lock. It was the first time you genuinely laughed that day; he was so flustered but looked so cute as he tried his best to keep his cool. He finally managed to get the door open and held it so you could make your way in.

His eyes immediately flitted around the flat, taking it all in. It was filled with warm colors, and everything looked so cozy and inviting. He thought it suited you perfectly. You noticed him studying everything with interest, which caused you to immediately wonder what he would be like to spend time here with him. What would it be like to be curled up on the couch and watch a movie with him? How would it be to make dinner with him in the kitchen?

“You can just throw my bag anywhere,” you pulled yourself out of your little daydream fantasy. It was better not to let yourself get too far gone, “you’ve been absolutely wonderful, Steven. I really appreciate your help.”

“Don’t mention it,” he set your stuff down on the small table by the door before coming to help you settle on the couch, “how are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you admitted, “sore. I wish I could sleep and wake up to find that this was all a bad dream. But…then you wouldn’t be here and…you’ve been the best part.”

“Maybe I should have found an excuse to come over earlier,” he joked lightly as a flush of crimson crept into his cheeks. He moved the crutches out of your way so there was no possibility for you to hurt yourself - he was a quick learner. You couldn’t hold back your yawn, which prompted him to pull the blanket from the top of the couch and draped it over you, “you should try and take a nap and get some rest.”

“I have things-”

“You need to rest,” he insisted softly, but with a firm enough edge to where you didn’t argue, “I’ll go and make you some tea and then you rest. Whatever you need to do, let me know and I can help.”

“Really, I’ll be okay. I’m sure you’ve got plenty to do-”

“I want to do this,” he whispered, “let me take care of you.”

The simple words washed over you and caused emotion to well up inside of your heart. No one had said anything like that to you in so long. It was easy to try and be independent and strong all the time but it was even easier to let those walls come down. You blinked back a few tears before shyly nodding, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

“What kind of tea do you like?” he headed toward the kitchen before stopping suddenly, “wait a moment. I’ve got some I know you’ll love. I swear it could solve any of your problems. I’ll go and grab it and come right back.”

He was out the door and gone before you could even say anything else. You settled into the couch and let yourself relax. Even if this was all temporary, lasting only for today, you decided that it was okay to let yourself enjoy it - enjoy his company.

By the time Steven came back a few minutes later he found you already half asleep. He was going to say something, but stopped himself, opting instead to let you rest while he prepared tea.

“Steven?” you sounded half out of it and he couldn’t help but smile as he busied himself with the kettle and getting some mugs.

“Yes, love?” the term of endearment came out without him even needing to think about it.

“Thank you for everything,” you said in between a yawn, grabbing a pillow and tucking it under your head, “no one’s done anything like this for me for a long time.”

“It’s my pleasure-”

“And you’re really cute,” were the medications making you loopy or your half asleep state speaking what was on your mind? Either way, you weren’t with it enough to care about your confession, “I’m just going to close my eyes for a few minutes.”

“O-of course,” he was properly flustered now but peeked over to find you bundled up. You thought he was cute? That alone seemed like a miracle, coming from the neighbor he’d pined after for some time. He stood there silently as he listened to the water boil before meticulously preparing a cup for himself and for you.

When he came back into the living he set the cups down on the table. You didn’t seem to be deeply asleep and he contemplated waking you up, but decided against it. The tea could wait, but you needed to rest. He couldn’t stop himself from gently pushing a few strands of hair out of face and tucking it behind your ear.

Before he could sit down in the armchair next to the couch, you opened one eye and caught his attention, “will you stay? Please?”

“Yes,” he grinned, “of course. Whatever you want.”

“You,” you smiled lightly, “make yourself at home. Thank you for the tea. I’m sure it’ll be great later.”

“I’ll even make it fresh for you then.”

“I know,” you whispered, “that’s just the type of person you are. So kind.”

“Just rest now,” his whole body felt like it was on fire and before he could overthought everything, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You were already asleep but he could see the way your lips curved into a small smile, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Thank you.”

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x fem!reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac x reader #moon knight #marc spector

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realcourtneycit · 10 months

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what are your honest opinions on ALL the gen 1 cast? Like obvs Courtney is queen but what abt the lesser beings

Ha, thank you! I’ll give my opinions here…let’s hope they don’t find this.

Lindsey: We don’t really have much in common, she’s nice enough generally but I can’t have her near me on the show. Realistically, if it wasn’t for Heather, she’d have gone home way earlier. At least she wasn’t on my team.

Heather: Honestly, I respect her. I can’t really agree with her means, I’m not one for blackmail, but her drive to win is admirable. Also, I’ve got to thank her properly for comforting me after Duncan and I’s breakup.

Betsy: Her braces lisp was seriously annoying while filming. And her in general. I’m just glad she wasn’t on the Killer Bass.

Duncan: Ugh. Don’t even get me started on that grubby excuse for a man. I mean, ugh. I honestly thought we were okay together…but I guess not. Whatever.

Leshawna: I like her. Sorry about accidentally voting you out, I guess that makes two of us that were unfairly kicked off the show.

Owen: Genuinely just disgusting. And didn’t even try for half the challenges. I mean, how does someone like that even make it to the finals? Ugh.

Izzy: Honestly, she’s really weird, but that’s about all I have to say about her. At least she actually attempts challenges, unlike other contestants. Not sure about her taste in men though…ew.

Trent: Nothing to say really, I don’t really have an opinion. He’s pretty average, and we didn’t speak much. Has a horrible taste in women.

Cody: He’s pretty nice, actually. One of the few people that weren’t insane on the season. Although maybe he is a little insane to like Gwen…

Noah: At least he has brains, although he could do with a little less sarcasm…

Jeff: Not really my sort of person, but he’s nice. He invited most of the cast to a party after the show ended. I didn’t go. Too awkward.

Bridgette: She’s quite nice, we get on alright, but I still haven’t forgotten her being responsible for breaking my violin. I miss playing…

Kadie & Sadie: I feel the same about both of them, which is general annoyance. Although without them, I guess I wouldn’t have gotten closer with Duncan. Weird.

Tyler: He’s sweet, a bit clueless though. You can’t really hate anyone who’s so earnest though.

DJ: He’s a really lovely guy, I enjoy spending time with him. It would be nicer if he had a bit more of a backbone though…

Harold: Oh my god. I have nothing to say except I HATE him. His micro ego made me lose the win! Ugh. What a loser.

Ezikiel: He’s honest just weird…I don’t like to speak to him.

Gwen: The fakest ‘nice’ goth you’ll ever meet. With the ugliest fashion sense too. I don’t even want to speak about her, really.

Justin: He’s alright. Great to look at. We only really started speaking more after my return in Action though. He’s a very lovely Prince Charming :)

Ava: Anger issues much? Try therapy.

#realcourtneycit #courtney total drama #total drama

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captainimfangirling · 2 years

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The Boys Season 3 Ep. 4

Warning: Major Spoilers

Hughie & Starlight

At first I thought Hughie was non-toxic masculinity and didn’t mind Starlight saving him but at the same time I can understand why he hated not being able to protect the people he loves. I really hope he doesn’t get addicted to temp V and become power hungry. Kimiko closing her eyes when she saw him naked was really cute. I feel really bad for Starlight when Homelander killed Alex. I have a feeling she might get back into protective mode and try to stop Hughie from doing anything to Homelander.

Kimiko & Frenchie

I f*cking knew Kimiko was gonna get hurt or possibly die. She’s the one who wanted to leave Butcher so I thought she was gonna die not Frenchie. I’m glad Frenchie didn’t forget about M.M. and Hughie. Kimiko cares about them too because she didn’t object when Frenchie brought them up. If she dies I know he’s going to feel really guilty about not leaving sooner.

A-Train

I knew A-Train was going to betray Alex because the number one person he cares about is himself. He killed the woman he fell in love with. I’ve said before that the only way for him to be redeemed is if he’s genuinely sorry for killing innocent people like Robin but I don’t think that will happen. The writers better not make an excuse for him like the only reason he did it was so Homelander would listen to him about Black Hawk so he’s saving black people because that’s some manipulative bullsh*t. He probably really thinks Homelander is a great man. Even if I’m wrong and A-Train is actually innocent I really hope they have him bring up the innocent people he killed like Robin in order to fully redeem him.

Queen Maeve

We finally see her! Now this is how you redeem a character! She obviously feels horrible about the things she done in the past and thinks she deserves to sacrifice herself in order to kill Homelander. I really hope she doesn’t die because I don’t believe anyone should sacrifice themselves (dying) in order to be redeemed). We just need to see that they’re genuinely sorry, do everything they can to make things right, and change.

Victoria

I get why she betrayed Edgar. I guess I was wrong about him possibly being a child abuser and the orphanage was just giving them V not abusing them sexually. I still think giving children V is abuse. Was so heart breaking hearing her daughter scream when Victoria gave her V. I can’t imagine how Homelander or any infant supe being given V and going through all that pain.

Homelander

Gosh I love his unhinged ass. Might not be racist but sure does hate humans because he said he was happy Victoria chose her “own kind.” Like I said a long time ago Homelander is a sociopath and Vought is the reason he has never been exposed because they took care of his messes. Without them the world will see Homelander for what he really is.

Butcher

I see a parallel between Butcher and Edgar. Butcher saw Kimiko as a weapon and Edgar saw Victoria as a weapon. Even though Butcher is using her a lot I like to think he cares about her deep down especially since Frenchie loves her. Did you see the way he looked at Hughie like a disappointed father? At first I was afraid Butcher will get addicted to temp V but it might be Hughie and I think Butcher is afraid of that too.

Soldier Boy

We pretty much knew what was gonna happen. My theory is that he was the one who told Homelander they were gods when he was a child. I really hope that rumor about him being a child abuser was wrong. I wouldn’t want that to happen to anymore not even Homelander.

M.M.

I’m very happy M.M. is there to stand up to Butcher. I have a feeling Butcher picked him in case he ever died so M.M. can take over as the leader. I hope we learn more about M.M. and his family. Did you see his face when he saw Soldier Boy? Reminded me of the times Hughie looked at A-Train in season 1. It’s post traumatic stress disorder. Like Homelander I will be sad when Soldier Boy dies but I understand they deserve it. I just hope M.M. will be the one who kills him and Butcher will be the one who kills Homelander.

Jensen Ackles’ Ass

If you said Jensen Ackles having a flat ass yes that is body shaming. Don’t give me that oh I’m just stating facts bullsh*t. You know damn well it’s a negative comment when someone says another has a flat ass. I hate it when people do the same sh*t to women and I’m glad people are standing up to body shaming.

#the boys #soldier boy #Homelander #billy butcher #kimiko #Frenchie #mothers milk

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damnredthing · 2 years

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A lot of ramblings – SNW S1E06

This post – naturally – contains spoilers. If you haven’t seen the episode yet and do not want to read spoilers, please do not read any further.

This is not an episode review but rather just a bunch of ramblings which I’ve tried to at least sort a little bit into categories.

Season 1 – Episode 6 – Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach

Okay, there is so much to say about this episode. SO MUCH. I don’t even know where to start, ugh.

I have so much to say that this is going to be long, apologies. Also, apologies for me being even more scatterbrained than usual and being a grammar kamikaze. My mind is constantly wandering elsewhere these days and I have trouble to concentrate. I hope I still make sense to you.

Heart pain

This episode really left my heart in a lot of pain. Until the very last second, I hoped Pike could rescue the boy (who didn’t even get a name!). Especially when Pike went into berserk mode and clobbered the guards to get free from them, I cheered for him and expected a heartwarming rescue scene, followed by a heated discussion or an emergency beam out because Una and Spock somehow found a way to bypass the barrier.

But no! They did kill the kid! Okay, the boy didn’t die, but he will die, and he cannot be disconnected from the wires anymore. The moment Pike was knocked out I screamed, and I mean literally. I was even throwing a little tantrum. This felt so much like Hell on Wheels.

HoW-spoiler warning!

There are so many characters in HoW who die, some of them horribly, who Cullen cannot safe. And there were also situations when I fully expected him to rescue the person just in time, but then they died anyways.

This episode was just like that. And that it was a kid that had to die makes my stomach turn. Did you also see all the other wires in the background? Just how many kids did they have plugged in at the same time? Ugh!!!!

It is no wonder Pike was disgusted with Alora when he came to. Her comparison with kids suffering in the Federation was a weak excuse. There might be kids who suffer in the Federation, but not to such a degree that they have their lives sucked out of them in constant bodily suffering!

And they tried to find another solution for centuries? Give me a break. How about just colonizing another planet? I am sure the Federation would have gladly helped with that, without even demanding Majalan to join them.

Pike’s inner demons - continued

Pike talking about his fate to Alora came out of the blue for me. At first, I felt it didn’t fit into the scene at all. Sure, I get it why the writers added it here, just so that Alora has another very convincing argument to keep the man for herself, if not now then maybe in 10 years.

But then I watched the episode again (yes I am that masochistic!), and my opinion about Alora changed. When I watched the episode the first time, I thought she was manipulating and playing Pike from the moment she appeared on the transporter platform. But when I watched it the second time, I realized her feelings towards Pike are genuine and she truly believes in the ways of her people. If she was anything like this 10 years ago when Lieutenant Pike met her, I can see why he confided his fate to her.

Around Alora Pike felt like he could let go and just enjoy life for a moment. He felt safe around her. There was trust (that was unintentionally betrayed… why unintentionally I explain later). He didn’t in the slightest assume Alora would be capable of doing anything bad, neither to him nor to anyone else.

Pike only has confided to people he trusts: Admiral Cornwell (a longtime friend AND counselor), Una and Spock. And now also Alora.

I think he also told her about his fate to be fair to her right from the start. By telling her, he let her know they have no future together.

What surprised me was how fast he came up with this. Sure, by now I got it that he carries his feelings on his sleeves, but it came out so unstrained and direct that it baffled me a bit. But then when the scene ended and he was holding up his hand for Alora, and she took it, I think at that moment he really considered whether Alora maybe was THE right woman for him. I think at that moment he really considered staying with her, or at least returning to her after his accident. Maybe that’s why he opened up to her, to see how she’d react, whether her love was real or whether she’d turn away from him if she knew what drama was coming and that he wouldn’t look as dashing anymore.

Or maybe it was just a moment of melancholia and it just spurt out of him. If you have nothing to lose anymore and your future is written, what purpose would it have to keep it a secret? Why would it matter if people knew or not? And also, does it really matter anymore what people think about you?

I’ve read criticisms that Pike tells too many people about his fate and that it makes him look a bit wimpy. But that to me is a stereotypical perception of masculinity. Always stay strong, never show your feelings yadda yadda. SNW already established that Pike is not like that. I think it is healthy to free your mind and thoughts and get it out of your system. It’s not like he’s telling strangers about it (in detail, yes I do remember episode 1), or people he just barely knows. He confides in people he trusts and considers friends. And it’s good that he does that because I’d hate for him getting eaten alive from the inside because he just keeps it all for himself.

What the fuck were the doctors thinking?

Okay, warning. This is going to contain a rant because it really makes me angry.

But first of all, how much did Pike see (or experience) through the time crystal? We know that he saw a lot more than we did in Discovery – Through the Valley of Shadows. He told Spock in episode 1 that he experienced the entire time, every agonizing second of it. He knows what will cause the accident and how it will affect his body. He knows the names of all cadets he’s going to save. And now he told Alora that Federation medicine is insufficient to help him. So how far does his vision go?

It seems it goes as far as his time in the rehab center on Starbase 11, because at that time Pike was already in the chair and had gotten treatment, but before Spock took him from the base. If Pike knows there isn’t a cure, at least none that is known to the Federation, one can assume that the doctors told him that on Starbase 11.

Here is where my rant starts. WHY IN THE FUCKING HELL did the doctors not let him die when his time was up? Why did they have to give him an artificial heart to prolong his suffering?

I am not ableist here (or it’s not my intention if people understand it as such). He already HAD DIED or would have when his heart stopped working which is why they gave him an artificial one. More so, they put him in a chair with lung support. Without the chair, he’d likely die. If Federation medicine had nothing else to offer to help him ease his constant pain (and he will feel constant pain from how I understood Pike) and free his mind, what exactly was the purpose to bring him back from the dead?

I don’t know how it is in other countries nowadays, but over here where I live you have the last say if you want your life prolonged with artificial help or not. Why can other people make this decision for you in the future and force you to live in constant pain and suffering without having the means to really, REALLY help you?

I always hoped the writers would explain why Pike was put in a chair that only could do beeping sounds for yes and no. I hoped they would come up with a story that this was just a provisional chair they could create relatively fast to give him a minimum level of conversation, and a more advanced version was in the making that would grant him the ability to speak using a mind reading device or some such.

I always hoped they would explain why the doctors kept Pike alive. I hoped they would explain that it was just a minor step of many for Pike’s recovery and many more would follow. That the process of the delta radiation poisoning would have to come to a halt first before the doctors could start to work on proper aids and scar removal surgeries.

The fact that Spock came in the way and brought Pike to Talos IV doesn’t even mean this process has to stop. I don’t see why a medical delegation shouldn’t visit Pike on Talos IV after he lived a while there in the Talosian illusion. It would give the doctors the time to find a cure, or proper aids. They could work on quality and not rush things. Pike would then get the choice to stay on Talos IV with Vina or return to Earth with her. At least he could leave Talos IV again if he wanted, if only for a trip, and wouldn’t be exiled anymore.

When Pike told Alora that the Federation has no means to help him, it sounded so final and it shattered my hope that the series (or maybe a movie after the series ended) would develop Pike’s story further after he was brought to Talos IV. I said it a couple of times already. To me the Menagerie is not a happy end, just a compromise which is dependent on the goodwill of the Talosians.

Some people are too good for this world (or rather universe)

Pike is such a person, which this episode showed clearly to me. I am reluctant to call Pike naive for not seeing Alora’s true intentions and for having been manipulated by her.

Whenever I tell a person he or she is too good for this world, it is a mix of a compliment because they are amazing, caring, wonderful people, but also a warning, because they are in great danger of being taken advantage of.

Pike always assumes in the good in people. He can only be convinced otherwise if a person actually acts in a bad way. When he met Alora 10 years ago, he sure as hell had no idea about her society and how they kept their cities floating. She was probably very much the same towards him as she was in the episode: Gentle, caring, alluring, loving, flirting. We don’t know how much time they spent together when he was Lieutenant, but judging from the trust he has in her, it was probably some time. Although, I understand they did not have a love affair back then. But they probably already shared stories of their lives back then.

So, when she showed up again, there was no reason for Pike to think she would play or betray him. He trusted her, even confided his future fate to her. He felt comfortable around her and wanted nothing but her well-being. Was he blinded? Yes, but he wasn’t completely blind. When Uhura and La’an told him about the colony being originated of Majalan people, Pike did question Alora during the ascension ceremony about it. He didn’t press her to answer the question at that moment though, probably out of respect for the ongoing ceremony and because all the time the boy did play along with the whole ceremony willingly. When he asked Alora in the throne room how one child could save the entire civilization, it was too late.

The fact that he didn’t realize the guards at his sides were there for him, to keep him from interfering, also shows how he is unsuspecting of people. That in fact was maybe naive. If I had been in the same situations and I had 2 armed guards flanking me, all my alarm bells would go off.

The trailer was maybe too revealing for the audience in this case, because we as audience knew what was coming. Maybe not exactly how it happened, but that the boy was to be sacrificed somehow. But from Pike’s point of view, how could he know that?

The boy’s biological father missed his chance to put his cards on the table. Probably because he noticed right away how Alora had such a huge influence on Pike that he feared he couldn’t confide in the Captain. But he could have talked to La’an or Una instead. Yes, he did talk to Una, but WAY WAY too late.

The boy himself did not ask even once for help or to be relieved of his duty (which turned out to be a sacrifice). He even begged Pike on the Enterprise to be brought to the surface, so the ascension could start. Even down in the throne room, he still agreed to give himself freely.

Alora appeared to Pike as being in danger herself from separatists. I don’t think she played him knowingly. She truly believes in the ways of her people, and she truly fell in love with Pike and hoped to convince him to stay. In the end she didn’t understand how he cannot see things as she does, she was shattered when she saw how disgusted he was.

But all in all, she did manipulate Pike, knowingly or not. And that was also because Pike was too unsuspecting of her, the guards and yes, also the boy.

The betrayal

When I watched the trailer, I already had the feeling this episode would break Pike’s heart. And it did. Not only did he have to watch 2 kids being sacrificed, which must have been like a dagger right through his heart, but he also learned in a shocking way that the woman he just shared very intimate moments with is a leading figure in this scheme.

Pike’s disgust was very visible when he woke up on the bed after he was knocked out by the guard. He just barely came to and the first thing he sees is Alora smiling down on him. His reaction was so swift, he tried to get away from her as fast as he could. He was probably also creeped the hell out (I know I was!). Not only was he carried and laid on the same bed he and Alora were intimate in before, but Alora was also watching him the whole time. When I saw that I was literally shivering with disgust, ugh how creepy!

In the following argument with Alora he was always so close to losing it. I could see the helplessness in his eyes and the realization that he brought the kid back down on the planet to be sacrificed. This was a very hard lesson for Pike. I am curious to see whether this will change him and make him more suspicious of people.

Are the writers hinting at an addiction?

We have seen in I think 3 episodes how Pike is drinking Saurian Brandy. I don’t think at that time Starfleet already discovered synthehol, so I think it is real alcohol. He also drank Brandy in Discovery. So far it didn’t bother me at all. It always appeared to me like he was just enjoying a drink after his shift. Nothing wrong with that.

But the way it was shown in the last episode felt like they put an extra emphasis on it this time around. The scene could have just ended with Pike looking out of the window or looking at the coin and then tossing it in the recycler or anything like that. But it ended with the camera zooming out, so the half empty bottle became visible, and then showing Pike drinking a glass. To me it felt like they are hinting at Pike losing his control over his alcohol consumption and it might even lead to an addiction.

It's very possible that I am imagining things here though, as alcohol addiction is a very sensitive topic in my family, but I cannot shake the feeling off.

The elephant in the room

Yes, I do have eyes in my head! Yes, I did see THE bed scene and yes, I also noticed how amazing and fit Pike looked. I already noticed in Doctor Strange 2 that Anson was in excellent shape at the time of shooting, and I was pleased to see he was also for SNW. 😇

(WTF, are those arms even real?)

I wouldn’t like him any less if he wasn’t tho (as I am sure most here wouldn’t). I am also still a huge fan of Russell Crowe for example, I don’t care for the weight, really. Awesome people are awesome because they are awesome, not because they have a specific weight or are fit. 😛

However, I must say kudos to Anson for staying so fit, and I mean that in all honesty! His workout plan must be very ambitious. Combine that with the insane shooting hours each day and a little baby at home and I cannot say enough how impressed I am that he doesn’t fall asleep in the middle of his lines (I must say he does look tired in some scenes though, and I heard stories about him falling asleep on set when he’s given the chance).

I’ve already read and seen a lot of posts about THAT scene on Tumblr and all the discussions that just had to come from that. I am sure the writers giggle when they write such scripts because they just KNOW what they kick off in the fanfiction world. 😂

I am not sure I should get myself on the slippery slope of discussing Pike’s sexual orientation and preferences, but I am beginning to get an idea in my head. But I keep that for myself… for now.

The entire route that led to the bed scene was initiated by Alora. She is the one who took matters in her hands and flirted with Pike to the point where she jump kissed him and flat out asked him to stay with her overnight. If she hadn’t done that, I think nothing would have happened except some friendly, maybe even a little bit flirty hanging around each other.

The whole after sex scene felt very gentle and soft, and as a woman I must admit I felt like the scene was tended towards my desires and likes. I can at least speak for myself that I like to see a guy being soft every now and then and allowing the woman to take the lead. This doesn’t emasculate a guy at all. It also shows how much trust Pike has in Alora, and how much he sees women as equals. I actually think Pike sees everyone as equal, which is why he doesn’t force a situation. The after sex scene could very well be the other way around with Alora snuggling up in Pike’s lap, and that would have been just as fine. It just so happened it was the other way round this time, and that is no big deal for him. I have to admit I love that.

In yo face!

Here is a message to all the people who whine that Star Trek is too woke and that the white guy is always the baddie or weakling.

The guard with the broken coin was a white guy. He was neither weak nor the baddie. He was a separatist who opposed using kids as batteries and who fought the selfish civilization of Majalan.

So there, your theory stinks.

*drops mic*

Some Randoms

Finally we got a Pike centered episode! (sorry for being a bit salty here, but his screentime in some episodes were just meh)

Minor nitpick, but how did Una beam Pike up so fast? She had no idea what was going on planet side. And if she noticed that the barrier was removed, she would have called Pike already long ago, or beam him up when she didn’t get an answer. Or beam a team down to look for him. But she beamed Pike up almost instantly after he called her through his communicator.

No Robert April and again no Hemmer. 😕

I guess Captain Batel is a friend with benefits, which makes sense. When she left in episode 1, she told Pike she hopes she won’t see him when she returns in one month, meaning she hopes he overcomes his crisis and goes back to his own ship. A relationship between two Starfleet Captains is very difficult to maintain I suppose. Both are married to their ships and duties, both know the risks, both might not return. If Pike had retired, it might have worked out. But not if both remain on duty. So, I guess I am fine with this.

I still hope Pike won’t turn into a second (or first?) Kirk as in fooling around with too many women. I get it that he needs some relief, too. He’s not a monk. The issue is that with just 10 episodes per season, you cannot squeeze in too many affairs without turning Pike a bit into a slut (there, I said it!). I think I’d rather have him in a relationship on the enterprise with someone than having him sleep around. We’re just 6 episodes into season 1 and he already had 2 different sex partners. Dayum!

Also, where is Vina? 🤔

The guards were sloppy. They vowed to protect the first servant. But when they were in the chamber guarding Pike, the two guards weren’t able to restrain him. Pike got himself loose and would have gotten to the boy if not for the last guard who was pretty much the last line of defense (at least that guard wasn’t sloppy). I am glad it worked out this way though in a weird, twisted way which requires some explanation. I hate it when in the movies or tv shows people are being restrained in a way that it is so obvious for the audience that the captive can escape, but for some weird reason (bad writing, bad acting, low budget maybe so the director doesn’t want to do another take) they don’t and instead act all helpless as if the restraints were inescapable *big groan here*. For example, every normal person would wiggle out of sloppy tied rope, especially when the knot is at mouth’s reach. When I saw how the guards were holding Pike, I was facepalming inwardly because it looked like Pike could wiggle himself out easily. To my surprise he did just that! This pays into the kind of realism I prefer in productions and I really appreciated that.

Okay here is a funny one, but I noticed that Anson’s stunt double is a little bit too slim, especially around the shoulders. I can clearly see when it’s Anson and when it’s his stunt double. 🤭

Why was Pike not bruised when he came to in Alora’s chamber? He got a hefty blow in his face with the lance weapon. My guess is that Alora’s words were true, that the least she wanted was for him to be hurt. So, I guess his wound was treated while he was still unconscious, and with the Majalan’s medicine being that advanced, the healing was done within minutes, if not seconds. It would also explain how Pike could get up so fast without falling flat on his nose from nausea.

Also, Pike can take a beating! Notice how he didn’t pass out right away? He was still there for a moment. After that blow that’s quite an impressive thick skull material!

My OCD was going apeshit when I saw Alora’s headdress not being exactly centred…

On a funny side note, I wait for the first fanfiction story that has the following lines “What did you do to that boy?” – “The last thing I wanted to do is hurt you.” – “So, I am your prisoner now?” – “YES!” 🤭😈

I know I keep repeating myself, but Anson’s acting was amazing. The repertoire of facial expressions he can pull off is stunning. When he asks Alora whether the boy will suffer and she answers with yes, the sheer hurt and horror in his expression was heart wrecking.

#strange new worlds spoilers #snw spoilers #christopher pike #anson mount #lindy booth #this was a crass episode #which was hard to watch #it was still well made don't get me wrong #but it was just so heartbreaking #and for the protocol: I love Anson's hair!#but I still laughed at all the hair memes on Twitter 🤣#oh and Anson is one naughty fish 😋#(I accidently posted this on my other blog because I'm stupid... gah!)

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How the hell do you call yourself a Jimin fan and yet interact and reblog people that tarnish his image? Your account is basically “praising” all the negativity instead of the happy and amazing environments and accolades out there. It’s like you don’t even like him you guys just want to live in the darkness and fight with people. Seems like you’re just using his name as an excuse to be assholes. DO BETTER! Jimin would not approve and if you were a real fan you would know that. He teaches us to be kind and to be a better human and you are doing the complete opposite. The world is already extremely toxic why would you add to it and amplify even more toxic people! Don’t embarrass Jimin like this. I really do hope you’re a child (even though children are not allowed on this platform) because no grown adult would act like this. And to use Jimin’s words - I really hope you find good someday to help you change to be a better person. I genuinely mean this with my hole heart I hope you find happiness and positivity soon! You can fight for him without being a horrible person to others especially his loved ones because this isn’t right.

???? 😭 “horrible person”? jeez tell me wtf did i said because last time i checked my blog i didn’t say shit about anyone. you’re in the wrong place for calling out someone, go find jjks in twitter or akgaes talking shit about him DAILYYY cus they’re the real horrible ones not me, bye.

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MR. ENTER TURNED OFF COMMENTS ON HIS TURNING RED REVIEW LMAO

#shut up magiccan #edit: IGNORE THE TAGS HE’S GOTTEN WORSE OUTSIDE OF HIS REVIEWS I JUST FOUND OUT #bro I thought he was improving and I really thought that he had a lot of potential but then this review happened #guess he’s still his old overly cynical self huh #well at least he didn’t doxx a Pixar employee over the movie #this is gonna be yet another thing he’s never gonna live down #I hope that people don’t use this an excuse to be genuinely horrible to him (dude has a history of straight up #being harassed because so many people hate him which like.#y’all you can criticize someone without harassing them lmao) but he absolutely deserves to be goofed on for it #I can’t believe that this is the tipping point for me to stop supporting him altogether but only because #I legit didn’t think that anyone. even him would have takes like that #not saying he should be deplatformed #just that I’m personally sick of him doing stupid crap even though he has improved a lot over the years #just. dude. you’re a grown ass man #look at what you’re doing #mr. enter #mysterious mr enter #turning red

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One in the Same | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: Reader notices Draco going through the same pain as her ex lover and desperately wants fix her faults.

“Mr.Malfoy, can you stay after class, please?”

“‘Course, Professor Black.”

An average day in second year. Professor Black - Y/n - taught History of Magic after Professor Binns decided his time was up. Too long of teaching sleeping students who could care less about his lessons. However, once Y/n took over the position, kid's grades improved and people were no longer sleeping. She made things fun and inventive.

After class time was up, everyone filed out of the classroom aside from the blond Slytherin boy. Draco has always been on the good side of Professor Black. She was always extremely kind to him despite his rather sour attitude at times. But Draco was always hesitant to initiate a conversation to really speak his feelings to her. But this was the first time she had him stay after class.

Y/n pulled out the chair in front of her desk as he sat down. His white-blond hair and gleaming blue eyes. His young face, not yet defined. Y/n with her h/c hair and curious glinted e/c eyes.

“Draco, I want to start this by saying I don’t know what your home life is like.” Y/n began, “I went to Hogwarts with your parents, though, and he wasn’t always kind. Your mother was cordial with me, though.”

“If you don’t find me intruding, what’s your home life like?”

“I- Um- It’s good.” Stammered Draco, “Father and Mother are always kind.”

Y/n’s eyes glinted with curiosity, “Lucius tolerated me.”

“Tolerated you?”

“I married one of his best friends.” Y/n chuckled, “He didn’t have a choice.”

Draco tilted his head, “Sirius?”

“Oh heavens no!” Y/n exclaimed, “Regulus. Sirius Black's brother.”

“My- My dead cousin?” He queried.

She nodded, “Yes. I married Regulus right after graduation. His parents weren’t thrilled, but he loved me so, here we are.”

“May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What were his parents like?”

“Horrible. The worst.” Y/n spat, “Sirius got the worst of it, but Regulus did occasionally too.”

“Walburga and Orion were awful. Using the crucio curse is not a great punishment for kids.” Draco’s eyes widened, “Both of them had scars from the curse. Sirius ran away at sixteen, and Regulus was used as their puppet. So used that at the age of eighteen, he felt like he had to prove himself. Which inevitably got him killed.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“Well, would you like my honest answer or my Professor answer?”

“Honest, please.”

“Between you and I, I still haven’t gotten over it.” Y/n shrugged, “I see something that reminds me of him, and I’m back at the start all over again. It takes time, and it’s taken plenty of time, but here I am, doing what I love. Teaching kids.”

“Anyways.” Y/n smiled, “You’re dismissed. I’m sorry I took up your time. However, if you ever feel the need to speak with me, let me know. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Draco picked up his bag, rustling as he stood up. The blond boy was still digesting all the information he gained. He couldn’t believe that his cousins got the crucio curse for a punishment. He thought his parents were bad. Theirs was way worse. Draco was about to walk out of the classroom but turned last minute to look at his Professor.

“Professor?”

“Yes, Draco?”

“There’s-“ He swallowed, “There’s a Quidditch match this Saturday. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. If you have the time, I’d like you to come.”

“Of course. I’ll be there.” Y/n smiled.

He walked out of the room without a second stop. He felt better about himself now. He had someone who genuinely seemed to care about him. Draco didn’t trust her just yet, but he wouldn’t be opposed to speaking with her as he had just now in the future. Professor Black had always been open and honest with her students. Perhaps that’s why kids liked her so much.

Saturday arrived quicker than Y/n would’ve hoped for one reason. She, herself, didn’t own any Slytherin-colored merchandise anymore. But there was a box in her quarters that she brought with her to Hogwarts every year. Regulus’s old clothes meaning all his scarfs, ties, button-ups, pants, hats, etc. Y/n couldn’t seem to get rid of them. Frankly, she didn’t want to get rid of them either.

Carefully she pulled the cardboard box from the top of her closet. Taking a pair of scissors and breaking the tape seal she had put on it multiple years ago. Inside laid many pieces of the evergreen and silver cloth. Y/n’s hands gravitated to the green and silver scarf. Bringing it to her nose, she was shocked. It still smelt like him. Godric, this was going to be more challenging than she initially thought.

Nonetheless, she put it around her neck along with her button-up and tight-fit pants. Y/n put on the green gloves, much too big for her but had fit Regulus perfectly, the tie, and the scarf. It brought her a sense of nostalgia. It made Y/n feel like she was a fifth-year going out with Regulus on a date to Hogsmeade. But she wasn’t fifteen or in fifth year. Y/n was a Professor and a full-grown adult. And Regulus was dead.

The game was going well for Slytherin at the beginning. But like most Quidditch games, things can change rather quickly. Ravenclaw was studious. That was for sure. They played skillfully. Y/n sat in the Professor stands with the rest of her colleagues. She sat between McGonagall and Flitwick. But white-blond hair caught her attention in front of her. Lucius Malfoy was here spectating his son.

McGonagall nudged her, “Where’d you get the Slytherin gear?”

“Regulus.”

“How have you been, dear?” McGonagall questioned softly, “It’s been a whirlwind, but nothing I can do will bring him back, so ‘m still here for him. It’s what he would’ve wanted.” Y/n replied.

Minerva placed a hand on the girl's knee, “If you need anything, let me know.”

“‘Course, Professor.”

The game ended tragically. Slytherin had just tied the game when Cho Chang had caught sight of the snitch. Sadly, she was able to grasp it before Draco. Leaving Slytherin with two-hundred and thirty points while Ravenclaw ended with three-hundred and eighty points. Lucius seemed furious with this conclusion and stormed off the stands. Y/n knew something was up, so she followed him.

She came up in a deserted hallway in Hogwarts. Draco stood - now changed into the usual Hogwarts robes - and his father stood before him. From the view she had, Draco’s back was to her, and his father was towering over the boy.

Lucius had a cold and icy voice, “You are insufferable!”

“You had one job, Draco! One! Catch the damn snitch.” He scolded, “Perhaps you were too daft to figure that out?”

“‘M sorry, father. I didn’t mean to. Honest.” Draco was pleading and begging for mercy; it made Y/n’s heartache at the familiar words.

“Mum, Dad, I seriously didn’t mean to!” Regulus had cried after breaking a vase, “Excuses, excuses, they won’t get you anywhere in life, boy!” Orion shouted.

Tears collected in his silver eyes, “‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry!”

Walburga pointed her wand at him, “Crucio.”

Lucius scoffed, “Malfoy’s don’t cry, wipe those tears.”

“Should‘ve sent you to Durmstrang. You come to Hogwarts and forget everything I’ve ever taught you.”

“Father, I really didn’t mean to! She just got there faster than me.” Draco begged.

Y/n saw it before Draco did. Lucius raised his palm slowly, and Draco flinched. Y/n saw the pale hand rise into the air, and without a second thought, she ran in front of the young boy, taking the blow that was meant for Lucius’ son. Draco heard the sound but never felt the impact. Carefully he opened his eyes to see Professor Black standing in front of him, a hand on her cheek.

“How dare you get in the way!” Lucius yelled, “How dare I? How dare you for trying to leave a hand on your son!” Y/n retorted her bright cheek red from impact.

Draco was appalled, “Draco is your son! Not a toy or a puppet, and I will not stand for this!”

“You don’t have to, half breed.” Lucius seethed, “As you said, he’s my son. Not yours.”

“I could give less fucks!” Y/n exclaimed, “Draco is my student. I will not be having you lay your hands on my students.”

Lucius scoffed, “Where’s your child, mm?”

“Right, you don’t have one.” Lucius answered, “Because your blood-traitor of a husband decided to get himself killed!”

“Regulus was not a blood-traitor for trying to right his wrongs!”

“Regulus and Sirius were no different from each other.”

“Leave them out of this!”

“Oh, so it’s still a soft spot for you?”

“So help me, I’ll-“

“Petrificus Totalus.” Draco stated while holding his wand, causing his father to fall to the ground, paralyzed.

Y/n stared at the body in shock, “Draco.”

She didn’t even have time to reprimand him before he burst into tears. Y/n turned quickly and embraced him into a much-needed hug while the boy sobbed on her shoulder. Y/n’s hands went through Draco’s white-blond hair gently while he let every emotion out. She pulled away and wiped the tears on his cheeks.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Y/n informed, and Draco nodded, “Th- Thank you, Professor.”

Y/n smiled and sent him off to the Slytherin common room, leaving her to deal with Lucius. The Professor dragged him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with. Later that night, in her quarters, while brushing her teeth, she noticed the considerable bruise covering her left cheek: Blue and purple hues mixed to create a dark blue-violet looking color, almost grey.

Sixth year was now here. Y/n’s fourth year of teaching at Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have asked for a better job. On September 1st, she went through the floo-network to arrive in her teacher's quarters. Looking at the time, it seemed that students were just about reaching onto the grounds when a knock sounded at her door.

“Come in!”

A blond boy, much taller, defined face, and grey eyes had just walked into her teacher's quarters, “Good evening, Professor.”

“Good evening, Draco.” Y/n greeted smiling brightly, “What's on your mind, sweetheart?”

Draco didn’t know where to begin as water collected on his lower lash line, and gently he pulled up his left sleeve. Godric, it felt like deva Vu all over again.

“Y- Y/n.” Regulus called through his tears, “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/n asked, sitting beside him on the four-poster bed.

Regulus couldn’t help the tears that helplessly fell down his cheeks. His eyes were silver and blurred. Cheeks flushed and hair knotted. This past summer had been a shit show for him with Sirius running away and just everything that had gone on. Regulus had never felt this hopeless before.

“I- I need your help.”

“Of course, anything, baby.”

He swallowed, “Just know that I’ll love you forever. Okay?”

“‘Course.”

Gently, he released a breath of air and pulled up his left sleeve. The combined snake and skull only meaning one thing. Regulus was now a death eater to the Dark Lord. Tears sprung in Y/n’s eyes but not because of disappointment but because of worry. She didn’t know what she would do if Regulus were to be gone.

“They forced me!” Regulus pleaded, “Please, please don’t leave me.”

Regulus was weeping, and Y/n took him into her arms, “Shh, shh, I’m not disappointed. I’m just worried about you.”

“I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna do this.” Regulus whimpered, “Please help me.”

“I’m gonna help you ‘m love. Don’t worry.”

“What happened this summer?” Y/n asked as Draco pulled back down his sleeve.

“Auntie Bella.”

Draco was trying so hard to swallow his tears as his Professor was now face to face with him, “Draco.”

How was her voice so sweet and calm, almost like she had done this before, “It’s okay to show emotion. It’s being human. Let it go, darling.”

Just like that, the dam broke, and Draco was a sobbing mess again. How was it that Professor Black had always managed to feel more like home than his actual parents? What had his mum done for him while Bellatrix was giving him the mark? She had just stood there watching pain contort on his face. Y/n felt more like a mother to him, more like family to him.

“Shh. Shh. You’re safe here, Draco.”

“They- They want me-“ He was choking on his words, and Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, “Take deep breaths and then explain. Okay?”

He began to inhale and exhale air at a slow pace, “They want me to-“ Draco swallowed, “They want me to kill Dumbledore.”

“Okay.” Y/n stated, letting out a breath of air, “You and I will get through this.”

“You- You promise?”

“I promise.”

Perhaps it was instinct now for Draco to stay after in her classroom. After every lesson, Draco would visit her in her classroom just to be in her company or to talk. What was it about Y/n that drew these people close to her? Ones with broken souls who believed that couldn’t be helped. Was it her kindness? Perhaps it was her caring nature—too many variables to pinpoint.

The moment Y/n heard crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she knew something was wrong. Approaching cautiously, she saw Harry Potter doing the same behind Draco, who stood facing the basin, dried tears on his cheeks. Everything happened too fast for Y/n to understand. But when Harry spoke an incantation that left Draco bleeding out on the floor, everything changed.

She was jumping into action hastily, falling to her knees beside the blond-haired boy while Harry was almost in tears at his mistake. Y/n took her wand out and began muttering spells to heal the boy's chest. Harry was now in a heap on the floor, tears filling his glorious emerald eyes while the Professor took care of his harm. It took ten minutes before the bleeding stopped, and Y/n turned to face Harry.

“Harry.”

“‘M sorry. I- I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I was here.” Y/n replied, and Harry looked like a mess, “I need you to go to the Gryffindor tower and not speak of this to anyone, okay?”

He nodded and stood up sluggishly. Harry left the bathroom, leaving Y/n with an unconscious Draco. Sighing heavily, she picked up the boy and lugged him to the hospital wing, where he was taken care of. The following day an owl was pecking at Y/n’s window, leading her to wake up and take the note from the owl’s foot.

“Draco won’t stop calling for you.”

Y/n freshened up, brushing her teeth, hair, and a change of clothes before making her way to the Hospital Wing. It was quite a ways away from. Her section of the school, but if Draco needed her, she needed to be there even if it was six o’clock in the morning. Her shoes made a light tap along with the wood as she walked and hesitantly opened the big door to the infirmary.

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Madam Pomfrey said with her hand over her heart, “Draco has been asking for you, my dear.”

She gave a tiny smile as Pomfrey pointed to where Draco was lying. Carefully she stripped back some of the white curtain and pulled a chair beside his bed. Y/n took his hand in his. It was cold and pale. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine holding Regulus’ hand in the same exact way after a horrible Bludger accident.

An hour later, Draco finally woke up, “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

“Professor, you- you came.”

She smiled, “You called for me, of course, I’d come.”

Draco pushed himself up into a sitting position, his grey eyes locked on her warm e/c ones, “Sorry, I just, didn’t expect you to come.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel okay. Little sore but nothing I haven’t been through.”

Y/n smiled sadly, “I knew a boy just like you, you know?”

“You did?” Draco asked, and she nodded, “I did.”

“Could you tell me about him?”

“Well, he was strong, smart, and closed off. His home life wasn’t too great either and was forced into being what his parents were too.” Draco looked eager for more, “Eventually, he realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. He no longer cared about his parent's approval. He just wanted to be him, but by then, it was too late.”

“Too late?”

She nodded, “He was already in too late, so he did the only thing he thought of. Betraying his parents, his family. He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn’t realize what he was doing, and now, because of that, he’s no longer with us.”

“But you aren’t too late, Draco.” Y/n stressed, tightening her grip on his hand, “Let me save you. Let me help you.”

Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes, “Please.”

Y/n took him in her arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “You aren’t alone. I’m here for you.”

It took months, but everything was over. It felt like time had stopped. Y/n could remember the terror standing outside of Hogwarts as the death eaters stood on the other side. Narcissa was calling for him - the boy who had no choice - and Draco was panicking as Lucius began calling his name.

Draco swallowed and shook his head.

It was the feeling of relief that brought Y/n solace. Draco took the step that Regulus took, and she would make sure he didn’t pay for it. The relief felt like a breath of fresh air now that the war was over. Y/n had stepped into the Great Hall panicking, hoping, praying that he was okay. At that moment she saw it.

He was crouched in the corner. People were glaring at him all around. Draco saw. He saw the Weasleys crying over Fred. He saw Harry look empty, staring at Remus Lupin and Nymphadora. The way Lavender Brown’s parents sobbed over her dead body. He saw the way Dennis Creevey was yelling and screaming in pain at seeing his deceased older brother. Draco could remember how close they were.

Nonetheless, he stood up and ran into her arms: his solace, home, and safe place. Draco couldn’t remember what it felt like to be held this tight. He dug his nose into her neck and just remembered to breathe. She pulled away to see a small smile playing on his lips. Y/n cupped his cheeks gently.

“I’m so, so proud of you.” Y/n smiled, “I can't explain how proud I am of you. You did it.”

Draco smiled and leaned into her hands, “Thanks, mum.”

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shangchiswife · 2 years

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I saw you where seeking requests from people, so here I am >:D

I can't get this one prompt out of my head. I need someone to make something of it for me. Obviously a Doc Ock x Mute! Hero! reader, I don't care for gender. I am very iffy with Goblin, he's all scrungly and crusty unlike dear Otto, so no norman. Plus I just had to request for the octopus man with the pretty eyes.

prompt in question is below 🔽

“You can’t just keep using the *I don’t like talking* excuse, hero. I know I told you I enjoy a good monologue every now and then, but… You aren’t actually mute, right? Because… I mean, if you are, I can learn sign language to make this work…”

I don't think I'm forgetting anything, let me know if I forgot to add something to my request, thanks in advance!

hi sorry this took so long I had a virus on my computer so i couldn't write for a few days. anyways i hope this is what you wanted!!

warnings: none

word count: 876

It was an uneventful night for you being one of New York’s many heroes- or vigilantes as Jonah Jameson liked to call you all.

You had switched on the tv and flipped through channels until you stopped on a movie you liked.

A bowl of popcorn settled in your lap as you cuddled against a blanket, a small smile forming on your lips at all the comfort you were feeling all at once.

It was nice for once not having to save the day and come back with aching bruises and deep cuts that took weeks to heal.

Suddenly, the channel was interrupted by breaking news.

“Breaking News, Doc Ock has been seen leaving the bank with large bags of money in his hands,” a newman came on screen, with worry present on his face.

Despite the horrible situation, you felt your heart speed up.

As “evil” as Doc Ock was, you enjoyed the battles that you had with him. And you think that the feeling was mutual because he would always have a genuine smile on his face when he saw you.

“The police tried to thwart his robbery but were all taken down by the tentacles of this menacing man! Where are you, heroes? We need your help desperately,”

The news cut off and the movie you were initially watching appeared again.

There was a heated battle scene going on where the protagonist was kicking ass.

Really right at the good part? You thought.

You weren’t complaining though, you got to see Octavius.

Once you finally located where he was, you suited up into your gear and got all of your necessary weapons. You never really hurt him too hard, just enough to get back whatever he was stealing.

Right when you arrived at the battle scene, you immediately noticed chaos.

Wherever Otto Octavius walked, chaos ensued.

People were fleeing all around and screams were heard.

Lovely you thought with a thin-lipped smile as you glanced around for any sign of Octavius.

Suddenly you felt something grab onto your shoulder and then spun you around.

“Hello dear,” the voice of Otto filled your ears.

His tentacles held him upward towards the twinkling night sky.

You got into a fighting position but before made a grabbing motion to the bags of money he had in two of his tentacles.

A deep laugh came from him.

“Really, you want this to be an easy fight? That’s not going to happen,” he tilted his green lenses down so that you could meet his flirty gaze.

You shrugged your shoulders and then used your powers to spring you up so that you were level with him.

You always won these sorts of things with villains since your powers could end them all if you wanted.

You tried to grab one of the bags clutched in the tentacles but was interrupted by another one of them grabbing you gently and flinging you out of the way.

Otto started the other way, a smug grin on his face.

You saw him look back almost as if he was waiting for you to fight back which was exactly what you were about to do.

You flew at him with high speed and flung your arms around one of the tentacles and forced it open, making the bags of money drop onto the street.

From below you, you heard a loud screech from an old woman.

“Well that’s not very friendly of you,” Otto huffed as he pushed you away once again, this time a touch harder.

You stopped your movie just for this. To get pushed.

Now slightly vexed, you got into his face and put on a taunting smirk and waved mockingly making his mouth turn into an o shape before his tentacles tried to take you down.

“You know over this wonderful relationship you haven’t said a single thing, hero. You can’t keep using the ‘I don’t want to talk’ excuse since there is plenty to talk about such as how you always seem to get the best of me in battle,” he breathed as his tentacles continued to try and push you away.

You were quick with your movements however and swerved away from every single one of the tentacles.

“I know I told you I like a good monologue every now and then but…wait,” a sudden realization flowed through his head as for a split second his tentacles stopped attacking.

His chocolate eyes looked at you whilst you listened to him and tried to get the bags of money from his other tentacle.

“You aren’t actually mute, right? Because I mean if you are then I can learn sign language to make this work,” he said looking to you for a reaction.

You smiled at the villain and nodded eagerly.

That would make this relationship so much easier…and fun.

“Yes that you’re mute and I should learn sign language?” he questioned.

At that very moment, you stopped the tentacle with the rest of the money and forced it open.

You gave him a quick nod before leaping down back on the deserted streets.

You gave him a sweet wave before you started in the opposite direction, the bags of money in your hands.

“Until next time, dear,”

#doc ock x reader #otto octavius fluff #otto octavius x reader #doc ock imagine #alfred molina x reader

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helaintoloki · 3 years

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Meet the Family

pairing: Pietro Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: angst, manipulation, reader is a Westview hostage controlled by Wanda, etc., 2.5k in length

notes: writing a piece that takes place in the WandaVision universe was such a challenging and fun experience, and I really tried to capture the same dark undertones of the show so I hope you enjoy!

summary: An innocent family dinner with Pietro’s new girlfriend reveals that life in Westview is not what it seems. Uncle Pietro introduces y/n to the family!

Y/n almost feels like she’s being watched as the warm hand of her boyfriend— since when do I have a boyfriend?— carefully guides her trembling figure up the front steps of his sister’s house and rings the doorbell. Her grip on the glass dish of brownies in her hands is so impossibly tight she fears she might just break it, and when the silver haired man swoops down to steal a kiss from her cherry gloss stained lips she can’t help but to feel nauseated. The sickness morphs into guilt immediately, and when he looks down upon her with a gaze so tender and fond she forces herself to bat her eyes and smile at him. What kind of girlfriend is horrible enough to be disgusted by a kiss from her own boyfriend? Something isn’t right here...

“Don’t even sweat it, babe, my little sis is going to love you!” Pietro comforts with an easygoing grin plastered on his features.

“I hope so,” y/n murmurs quietly, nervously chewing at her bottom lip. This is the audition, her one shot at impressing the boss, and if even one tiny minuscule detail is thrown out of place then there goes her new house and fancy wardrobe and y/n is written out of the show. Permanently.

“My girlfriend is such a worrywart,” he laughs fondly with a gentle pinch of her cheek. It’s as if a switch is flipped inside of her, and this time when she smiles at him it is genuine and full of unadulterated love.

“I just want everything to be perfect, I know how much this means to you,” she replies earnestly, too dazed to notice the soft aww that drifts through the air from the audience. Pietro smiles.

“Man, did I luck out on finding the most perfect girl in the world or what?”

“Well us being together certainly isn’t a coincidence,” she notes with a small smile. The uneasiness begins to wash over her again, but y/n isn’t given a chance to dwell on the feeling as the front door swings open and a vibrant looking young woman stands in the doorway, almost beaming at the two with pure glee.

“Thank goodness you made it!” She exclaims, hand delicately resting on her chest to showcase her relief before she pulls the stranger her brother into a hug.

“Like we’d really miss Sunday dinner,” Pietro jokes before pressing a chaste kiss to his sister’s cheek. His hand returns to the small of y/n’s back and the fond smile pulls at his lips again. “Wanda, I’d like to introduce you to a very special little lady, my girlfriend y/n.”

“Oh, she’s very special indeed,” Wanda notes with an overzealous wink, ignoring the way in which the brownie dish begins to tremble in the poor girl’s hands. Just a little stage fright, that’s all. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Wanda.”

“It’s an honor to meet you,” the girl replies earnestly, “Pietro has told me so much about you.”

“Well aren’t you sweet! Please, come in,” Wanda grins, ushering the two inside before shutting the door. “Boys, Uncle Pietro is here!”

“What a lovely place you have,” y/n compliments. Her eyes scan the perfectly decorated home in wonder, awe, and a third thing she can’t quite place for if she dwells on it for too long her head begins to ache and her surroundings begin to grow fuzzy.

“Oh, please, it’s just a little something I threw together,” she jokes, canned laughter echoing distantly in the background of y/n’s mind.

“Uncle Pietro!” Two voices exclaim, and y/n watches curiously as her boyfriend lets out an ecstatic laugh before rushing forward to scoop the twin boys in his arms.

“If it isn’t my favorite little trouble makers!” He grins, making sure to ruffle both heads of hair. “Billy, Tommy, say hi to your aunt y/n.”

“Hi, aunt y/n,” Billy greets politely. Tommy is at her side in an instant, movements so quick y/n can’t help but to let out a startled yelp as he lunges for the dish in her hands.

“Are those brownies?!”

“Tommy, where are your manners?” Wanda chides gently, shaking her head with a laugh and reaching for the pastries. “Boys will be boys. I’ll take these off your hands.”

“Oh, uh, yes, thank you...” y/n murmurs softly, brows stitched together in discomfort.

“You’ll have to excuse my husband’s absence, another late night at the office. You know how it is, don’t you?”

“I can’t say I do.”

“Hmm... Well, make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon, I’ll just go put these in the kitchen.”

“Oh, do you need any h-“

“No,” Wanda blurts out abruptly, startling everyone in the room. She plasters on a smile, “No thank you. How can I be a good hostess if my guest is doing all the work for me?”

“You’re right, I’m so sorry,” y/n flounders, panic clear amongst her features. “I-I didn’t mean to impose at all.”

“No apologies,” the woman murmurs quietly, a small smile on her lips and an admonitory glimmer in her eyes, “we’re going to have a nice family dinner, and everything is going to be just perfect.”

The tension in the air is suffocating, wrapping itself in a slow growing hold around y/n’s neck. Her eyes begin to water, bottom lip quivering in fear as she looks around the room that suddenly feels too big and too bright. She doesn’t belong here with these people, something is wrong, the man she came here with is not hers, and as Wanda’s figure retreats behind the kitchen door y/n makes a mad dash towards the nearest exit.

“Whoa!” Pietro exclaims with an uneasy laugh, and in a blue flash she suddenly finds herself being scooped up off her feet and tossed back down on the couch in between the apprehensive twins faster than her fried brain can even comprehend. “Not so fast there, missy. Just where do you think you’re going?”

“I... I don’t feel right,” the young woman murmurs, wincing at the uncomfortable dryness of her throat as she swallows. “I want to go home and lie down.”

“Don’t be like that, babe,” he chides with a disappointed frown, “this is my family.”

“But what about my family?” Y/n whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she realizes that whenever she attempts to picture the life she once lived not a single thing comes to mind. “I don’t have a family.”

“This is your family now. We talked about this, remember? We came to Westview to make Wanda happy, and you don’t want to upset her, do you?”

“No,” she replies meekly, shuddering when the calloused pad of his thumb swipes across her warm cheek to remove any evidence of tears. No, I don’t want to make her unhappy, because if I do then I’m written off the show and I don’t know what will happen to me if I am. “I want to spend time with my new family.”

“Atta girl,” Pietro grins as he cups her face with both hands and brings her in for a kiss.

“Yuck!” Tommy exclaims in disgust from beside the couple, and this time y/n can’t help the bubbly laughter that escapes her at the young boy’s antics. Any memory of her previous meltdown is quickly wiped from her mind, and all she can think of now is how utterly grateful she is to be loved by such a wonderful man and be taken in by his wonderful family.

She pulls Pietro in for another kiss and giggles uncontrollably when he responds by tickling her sides, all while Wanda watches carefully from behind the scenes.

~~~

“Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate. Trapped in a state of imaginary grace.”

Her voice is quiet and serene as she hums along to the Modern English song playing on the radio, a content smile on her face as she washes the dishes leftover from dinner. It was the least she could do after the lovely evening Wanda had hosted; her sister-in-law had been called upon by the neighbor Agnes for a task that hadn’t quite been specified, so y/n was happy to tidy up while her boyfriend spent quality time with the boys. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt as happy and content as she did now— she couldn’t remember anything, really— and y/n knew then and there that moving to Westview with Pietro had been the right decision for the family, for his sister and themselves, and for the children, too. Yes, everything was just peachy keen.

The kitchen door swings open and in walks a man y/n has never seen before. He looks just as surprised as she is when their eyes meet, an awkward smile on his red face and the morning paper in his hands, and y/n slowly drops the dish she had been washing back into the sink.

“Hello,” the man greets curtly, “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.”

“I’m afraid not,” y/n agrees with a bashful smile, quickly removing her rubber gloves so that she may extend her hand towards him for a shake, “I’m y/n, Pietro’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, yes...” he murmurs lowly, cautiously shaking her hand and sizing the woman up and down until she shrinks under his gaze. He means her no harm, but he isn’t sure whether or not she’s part of this cooky little play or just another victim cast under Wanda’s spell. He smiles suddenly, the gesture startling the girl. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Vision.”

“Oh, yes! Of course. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“May I ask where my wife is?” Vision asks.

“She went off to the neighbor’s,” y/n explains before promptly returning to her dish washing. The radio sounds distant and warbled now, the song she had been singing along to now nothing but static and jumbled up syllables, but to Vision’s dismay she doesn’t seem to notice in the slightest.

“How are you enjoying Westview?”

“I’m having the best time. Pietro and I have been talking and we might just have to hunker down in our own little place,” she says with a giggle. “It would be nice to be closer to you all.”

“I must say, having you and Pietro here was quite the surprise.”

“Not a bad one I hope,” she frowns. Vision guiltily refuses to meet her gaze.

“No, not at all. But, might I ask how you two came to be?” Vision asks apprehensively, adding on so that she doesn’t feel cornered, “I’m sure it must be a lovely story.”

“Oh, yes! I remember it like it was yesterday,” y/n swoons dreamily, a fond smile plastered on her face and her gaze casted out towards the living room where Pietro sits playing video games with the boys. She blinks once, twice, eyes never once leaving the silver haired stranger in the couch. A pregnant pause hovers over the two, the porcelain plate trembles in her hands, and Vision watches in silent horror as her eyes begin to well with tears.

“Y/n?” He calls gently, fingertips carefully brushing against her elbow in an attempt to bring her focus back to him. He removes the plate from her iron grip and sets it back carefully in the sink before turning the girl by the shoulders to face him; she still wears that same adoring smile despite the tears that silently fall down her cheeks.

“Forgive me,” she murmurs quietly, “I can’t seem to gather my thoughts properly.”

“Who did this to you? Was it Wanda? Pietro?” Vision press urgently. Y/n sways slightly when he shakes her by the shoulders in a desperate attempt to break her from her trance but still her smile remains.

“Pietro? Oh, he loves me, and I love him.”

“My dear, I don’t think you do,” the man utters sympathetically.

“Of course I do, silly. We were made for each other.”

“Perhaps you were, but not in the way you think. Y/n-“

“Please let go,” she interrupts in a soft, steady voice, looking up at him like a scorned child, “you’re scaring me.”

“If you would just let me,” Vision begins to say, fingertips reaching for her temple in preparation to break her from the spell only to be interrupted by another presence in the room.

“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” Pietro asks with a raised brow and uneasy laugh. “Hey toaster oven, you mind maybe letting go of my girlfriend?”

“Of course, my apologies,” Vision murmurs, stepping away from the girl and allowing her to run into the arms of her boyfriend.

“You okay, babe?” He asks with a raised brow. She isn’t, not in the slightest, but she has a job to do and a role to play, so she merely bats her eyes at him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Never been better. Hey, how does dessert sound?”

“I think that sounds lovely,” Wanda chimes, her sudden appearance in the kitchen doorway startling the already present trio. Vision looks like a deer caught in headlights when Wanda saunters over and gifts him with an innocent kiss to the cheek. “Why don’t you and Pietro get the boys settled down while y/n and I prepare the dessert?”

“What a lovely idea, darling,” Vision chimes with an easy smile— y/n isn’t the only one with a role to play. “Come now, dear brother-in-law.”

“Take good care of my girl, little sis,” Pietro calls on his way out. Wanda smiles, her eyes never once leaving y/n’s trembling frame.

“But of course. What is family for? Y/n, be a dear and grab the plates, won’t you?”

“Yes, Wanda,” the girl chimes obediently. She smiles.

“I noticed you seemed a little shaken up just now, is everything alright?” Wanda asks, feigning obliviousness.

“Oh, you know, just some friendly questioning from my new brother-in-law. I’m sure he just wanted to make sure Pietro had found the right match,” she explains with a passive wave of her hand. Wanda hums softly.

“Well we don’t need to worry about that,” she notes. “You’re here for a reason, y/n. Do you know that?”

“For Pietro, and for you,” she replies earnestly, smiling when Wanda takes her hands in her own and gives them a gentle squeeze. “You’ve always wanted a big family, a real family, one that would never turn its back on you or leave you behind ever again. You want a sister and nieces and nephews and love, and I’m here because I can do all of that and more for you.”

“Exactly right. Family is forever, y/n. Are you ready for the commitment that comes with being a Maximoff?”

“I’ve never been more ready,” y/n responds eagerly. Wanda smiles.

“I’m so relieved you said that,” she utters gently, pulling y/n in for a hug so that she may not see the way in which her eyes begin to glow red and waves of energy begin to emit from her fingertips as she carefully settles herself fully into the girl’s mind. She fills her head with thoughts of Pietro and family, with memories she’s never lived and feelings she’s never had, she fills her with love, and y/n is none the wiser.

“Congratulations, y/n,” Wanda utters quietly, comfortingly stroking the girl’s hair, “you’re a Maximoff now.”

#wandavision spoilers #wandavision #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #peter maximoff imagine #pietro maximoff imagine #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver imagine #wanda maximoff #vision #wanda maximoff x reader #vision x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu imagine

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oopsimbug · 3 years

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in which... y/n is just trying to put on eyeliner and harry is bored pt. two

a/n: when she’s back from a six month hiatus after making only ONE fic. wow, do i suck. for anyone who cares, school has been pretty rough. i’m actually procrastinating studying for an exam to finally upload this. it’s been pretty hard to balance both school and writing but oh well. anywho, here it finally is. it took so long to write because i wasn’t feeling very inspired by this. a lot of people asked for a part two and even though i kinda wanted to leave it on a sad note, i am a sucker for giving the people what they want, so sorry if this is a bit shit- i definitely don’t like this one myself. i guess i’m not one for fluffy endings. well, at least for this one i wasn’t. i really hope you enjoy it! more stuff to come, if school doesn’t mind fucking off for a little while (or maybe just forever?) xox -(a) bug

pairing: best friend! harry styles x reader

summary: Harry is worried about Y/n. Y/n is worried about Harry. Harry is solving it by thinking of ways to check on her, while Y/n uses cheesy pasta and the Fresh Prince of Bel Air as an excuse to not think. But what will happen when someone is at her door, and it’s not her delivery man?

warnings: angst, swearing, y/n and harry being idiotos, fluffy end, kissing

word count: 5.3k

It had been a week.

One gruelling, painfully long week.

Harry was biting his nails, staring up at the ceiling as he laid in his bed, worrying about her.

About how he fucked up.

He didn’t think that she would be upset for this long. He thought she would scream at him and then text him the following day, wanting to hang out- a silent “I forgive you”, he supposed.

But after two days of radio silence on her end, he decided to call her. The only problem was that her last words to him were “leave”. She wanted space. She needed to think things through- what things? Harry had no clue. But he had to respect her and her choice to not want him around. So with that, he put down the phone.

But a small part of him (okay fine, a big part of him), wanted her to just show up at his house so they could cuddle again, talking about the stupidest of things while they made cupcakes in his kitchen. They would be listening to groovy music and now and then, they’d stop mixing bowls and sifting flour to dance- well, they were horrible dancers, so more so just wave their hands, hips and shoulders around. It would be fun and would always end up with them laughing at one another. He would lick the batter and she would berate him, telling him that “one of these days, you are going to get salmonella and I’ll just laugh at your stupid ass” and he would retort with something witty and a bit flirty like “don’t worry darling, we both know you would be right at my side if I got sick. I know you can’t stand being apart from me” with a wink and a cheeky smirk. He just wants to see her in her oversized Space Jam hoodie and little basketball shorts. Or her short flower shirt and his sweatpants that she has to cuff at the bottoms because they’re too long. Or even-

He’s gotta stop thinking about her, or his brain will soon explode. But he just can’t stop. He tries to think of the happier moments, like her showing him a tour of her very healthy houseplants that she prides herself in, but every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is her teary face telling him to leave. So no, if he was given the choice to think of her flailing her arms around in his kitchen to dancehall tunes while making sweet treats or crying at something that he provoked, you bet your ass he’d choose the former.

But after the seventh day, he knew that something wasn’t right. This was too much “thinking time”. For all he knew, she could be fine, but she could also be positively bawling. She could be living for this free time, but she also could be waiting for him to make the first move. She could be wanting Harry out of her life for her benefit forever, but she also could be feeling lonely and counting the seconds for their makeup, just like he was.

That was it. He had to go see her and make sure his best friend was okay.

He practised what he was going to say to her in his car on the way to her apartment. “Y/n, I’m so sorry for how I acted. I didn’t stop to think about how you were feeling and didn’t take your emotions into account which was unbelievably wrong of me. I’m truly sorry. It’s just that I really care about you and you’re my best friend and I can’t see you choose a tinder fuck over me and if I saw him in the street I would knock his lights out and I just want to kiss you, can I kiss you, oh god please let me kiss you I just want to-“

Fuck, what was wrong with him? Why was he so upset? He had been on plenty of dates with other celebrities and models and she was always on the sidelines, cheering him on. So why was he getting so touchy-feely about a single tinder date? Maybe he was just in desperate need of attention. He hadn’t had a girlfriend for almost one year and casual fuck arounds also stopped about four months ago, so maybe he just needed to fuck someone quick. That would explain why he sees his best friend’s kindness and natural flirty nature as something more romantic. Every laugh at his jokes, every look in her eyes, every graze of her hand on his thighs as she leans over him to get her drink on the side table next to him, he becomes more switched on and awake. She leaves him feeling giddy and excited at every conversation. “This can’t just be because I’m horny right?” he cannot believe he would ever be that horny. What the hell was he going to do?

This is pathetic she thought.

I’m pathetic.

She let out a huge sigh before shoving another forkful of cheesy pasta into her mouth.

What am I doing?

The answer?

Eating carbs upon carbs upon carbs, lounging on her comfy sofa in the most comfortable, yet daggiest pair of pyjamas ever while watching reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air for the fiftieth time, actively avoiding all commitments, housework and jobs that involve moving further than to the kitchen, which even then was an embarrassingly burdening trek on its own.

But she let it slide. How could she not? She was upset and this was how she coped. That’s what she kept reminding herself as she boiled more and more pasta watching the days pass her by without realisation, but now, she’s beginning to question if this was the best idea. Pushing all thoughts of him out of her mind by not looking at her phone just in case he called or texted. But she was beginning to struggle.

It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know what inner turmoil she was facing. He seemed genuinely hurt when she snapped at him. He truly didn’t understand why she took so much offence to the playground ribbing, it seemed. And she had to go be a dick and ignore him. He was probably worried sick. How many times would he have called to check up on her? 10? 15? The more she thought about it, the more she wanted this stupid feud to be over and just be in his arms again, even if it’s just as a friend. So she caved. Turned on her phone, expecting there to be at least a call or a text asking if she was still alive or not. And although she did receive a message of that likeness, it wasn’t from Harry, no. It was from her daily water tracking app, pleading her to fill in her daily intake of water so as to not die of dehydration after she was suspected to have not drunk any for the entire week when in reality, she was just too in her head to open her stupid phone and log her water.

Wow, she thought.

Now not only has Harry chosen to not speak to you, but you also look like a huge idiot right now. Of course, he wouldn’t want to talk to you! You got pissed at him for absolutely no reason and now he hates you. He’s gonna ask for his cardigan and track pants that he keeps at your house in case he wanted to sleepover. He’s going to take back all of his little knick-knacks that he leaves over, like the cute diffuser that he leaves because he knows you need it for your constant hay-fever that blocks your nose and then he’s going to declare that you aren’t friends anymore and then you will never get the chance to tell him how you feel and then-

Her panicky brooding is interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Who the hell could that be?”, she thinks. It was too late for it to be the postman with her package containing her entire Amazon wish list that she bought on the third day of mourning to make herself feel better. But it couldn’t be Mrs Xiao asking her if she had any holes in her shirts that needed stitching. The sweet old lady fell asleep at 8:37 pm sharp after her medicine that she’d take at 8:30 pm would kick in (which she learnt after spending nights over at her apartment where her niece, Mei, took care of her. Y/n would learn traditional recipes like baozi and watch movies with her two friends all the time). It couldn’t be Mei either, she was always in online uni lectures from 8:30-10:30 pm, locked away in her little study, so as to not bother or be bothered. So now, a little panicked, Y/n wondered who was truly at her door?

Another two knocks come, echoing off the walls of her little apartment as she turns down the volume of the program she was watching. She stares at the door from her couch, debating whether she should risk getting stabbed by a possible murderer or not, before ultimately deciding that life was too short. She was also getting sick and tired of the knocks that kept arriving in threes. She swings her legs off the couch and onto the floor, pushing them into her slippers so that her feet wouldn’t touch the cold floor, waddling her way to the door before shyly opening it, peeking at who it could be through the tiny crack in the opening, hoping whoever it was wouldn’t mind her current state: belly filled with pasta, hair knotty, giant shirt with sweatpants on and Harry’s patchwork cardigan hanging off her shoulders- which she had been wearing all day, cherishing the pretty piece of clothing and his scent imbedded in it, taking it all in just in case he asks for it back. She peeps at the torso of this mystery person, realising that Harry owns the jumper worn by them, before looking up and locking eyes with a worn out and tired eyed Harry, one hand in the pocket of the familiar hoodie and another extended out near the door, ready to knock again before freezing when it opens up all the way to show herself to her best friend. He doesn’t eye her up and down cheekily like he normally does when she is wearing pyjamas, wolf-whistling at her relaxed state, claiming that “You look runway-ready, my love! Do a twirl for the crowd, will you?”. Instead, he stares her right in the eyes with what looks like almost relief, before smiling a weak and broken smile.

One of them needed to break the silence or both would have just stared at each other in her doorway until the world exploded. So she starts.

“Hi.” her voice hovers a tinge above a whisper, almost as though if she dared to speak louder, this probable illusion of the one she loves would fade away. He lights up a little bit, probably relieved that she started the conversation.

“Hey,” his soft voice matched her volume and tone as if he too didn’t want this to be a dream. “May I come in?” The words sound awkward to her coming out of his mouth. Harry never had to ask for permission to be invited in- he usually just strolled in without so much as a holler to indicate he was present, finding amusement in scaring her instead while she was doing whatever she was doing, whether that be reading, watching a movie, cooking or napping. They were the best of friends and never had to inquire about entry to each other’s domains, along with other small things like if they had anything in their kitchens to eat or if they could sit somewhere, so hearing it was a little disheartening and provoked Y/n to think about how serious this situation was.

“Okay”, she replied after the pause of contemplation, opening the door fully so that the lanky boy could follow along behind her, like a little puppy. She didn’t like how awkward the situation was. She just wanted things to go back to what they were.

But then you wouldn’t be able to tell him you love him... her inner voice argued. And she agreed. She knew that yes, this will be awkward, but it’s an opportunity for him to listen to her and know that she isn’t joking.

“Would you like some tea?” She enquires. They’ll need to handle this like proper grown-ups (which in all honesty, isn’t their dynamic- it’s more like first-year uni students who are mature enough to have deep conversations but still laugh at dad jokes and anything remotely serious, like a painting with boobs), and from what she knows, or has seen in movies when the characters are being serious, is that you need tea or a drink of that sort and a sit down on the couch where you talk stuff out. So that’s exactly what she does.

“Yes please,” Harry’s soft voice replies as he toes off his boots that most definitely cost more than her apartment. Y/n nods and heads to the small kitchenette and flips the switch on the electric kettle before going into her cupboard that housed the mugs. Harry stood awkwardly near the sofas, and to save him the embarrassment of waiting while standing, Y/n invites him to sit with a small, “You can take a seat,” and a quick glance at him before returning her gaze to the mugs to make herself look busy. She didn’t want to look him in the eyes for more than three seconds in fear of bursting into tears and the worn out and tired sight of him. She shakes the thought out of her head and begins to prepare the mugs.

Y/n put two teabags in her mug while putting one in Harry’s. She was raised in a household of avid tea drinkers and she inherited her strong tea quirk from her father who would always keep two teabags with only a dash of milk, and the only difference between her tea and her fathers was that Y/n wasn’t strong enough to take her tea without sugar, unlike her father, who thought that drinking unbelievably concentrated leaf juice with milk was a fun and relaxing time. On the other hand, Harry liked to keep one tea bag in his mug while he drank it, but just like her father, he too took little to no sugar with his cup, being the health freak he was. And early in their friendship, when she mentioned it to him, Harry chuckled and chirped, “Your father is a smart man. He has to be for raising amazing and talented people like your siblings. I’m not sure what went wrong with you though...” while booping her nose as they laid together under a tree for a little picnic. And though she rolled her eyes at him and punched his shoulder for the sly dig at her, she was practically beaming at the fact that he thought her family was smart. Harry had no idea how much that meant to her. Y/n loved her entire family, and she was unbelievably close to them, so it made her entire week to know that Harry, someone she respected and loved so much, recognised how talented and smart each of her family members were. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t need the validation to know that her family was amazing, but she felt so special knowing he took the time to notice. He did that a lot though. Doing things that meant a lot to her without batting an eye. Saying things that only a person as observant as he could notice, like complimenting her eye colour in the light and asking her to read for him because he constantly mentions how much he loves her voice.

Y/n looked over to the same sweet guy she fell head over heels for, who was sitting on her couch, fidgety as ever, and wondered if they would ever be the same after the very next moments to come. She didn’t want things to change between them, but she was dying inside knowing that he wasn’t hers. And getting over him was not in the question, after the fiasco that happened last week. She just wished she could get inside his head to sate her painful curiosity.

What is he thinking about?

What is she thinking about?

It’s the million-dollar question running through his mind. What was she pondering over as she made them tea? Did she want to talk to him? Was she mad that it took him so long to find the balls to face her? Was she as nervous as he was? Was she worried that they would never be the same again like he was?

He was going into panic mode, questioning everything, while probably looking stupid as ever. As much as he regretted how awkward things were now, and the fact that he instigated her to lash out at him a week ago, he was realising that he was not regretting the fact that he did it. He didn’t want her to go out with someone else, and she didn’t. And yes, of course, he feels bad-beyond bad, in fact- for making her cry, and wishes he could take it all back, he also sees this as an opportunity to tell her how he feels about her. He could finally tell her that he thinks about her all the time. About her soft smile, her bright eyes, her melodic laugh, her speaking voice that brings butterflies to his stomach. He could tell her about how he loses himself at work, the grocery store, fuck- even at events- thinking about what she was doing at her house. Was she under her blankets on her couch, watching some corny tv show? Was she baking her signature choc chip cookies that taste like the gods blessed every single biscuit on the tray before they were put in the oven? Was she knitting her cat, Chesnut, another rug to plonk herself down on, with her feet up on the ottoman as she listened to the 7 o’clock news on the radio? Was she writing a paper for another deadline? Something so sophisticated, like the exploration of white and male privilege and how it is ingrained in our society? Something that Harry tried to understand and research so that he could stay in the loop with his smart girl’s interests, but he always struggled with.

It was a huge insecurity of his. Not that his best friend was smarter than he was, no way. He treasured the fact that she could and would whip his ass at a debate on things like the state of the world, or human rights. She could school him on global politics, languages, maths, science, history and literally anything else, and he would be cheering her on. What he was insecure about was her realising that he was probably slowing her down in life. Y/n was well within her rights to kick him out of her life for being nothing but a freeloader and stopping her from reaching her full potential, what with him constantly stopping her from her own life to help him go through shit happening in his. Whenever he was sad, or confused, or upset, Y/n was the first person he would talk to and he feared that she would realise that he was probably taking advantage of her and stop talking to him. And that scared him. It scared him because he knew that she didn't need him at all, but he needed her to do anything in life. Every major and minor decision in his life has been approved by Y/n first, and not because she was a controlling friend who didn’t trust him with his own life, but because Harry needed her validation. Harry Styles, a world-famous superstar, had girls, guys and non-binaries at his feet, following his every beck and call. Harry Styles, who was on the cover of every magazine, known by every celebrity, dated only the most perfect of women, required validation from Y/n, a psychology major at a small university. Y/n, who liked to plan her day out on a to-do list, end up not doing anything on that to-do list and cry about it afterwards. Y/n, who breaks it down to “Murder She Wrote” by Chaka Demus & Pliers like it’s her last 4 minutes and 5 seconds alive on this Earth while making pancakes. Y/n, who cries more when she’s laughing while watching Tik Toks than she does during sad movies.

To celebrities, Y/n was nothing but a regular. But to Harry, she was all. She was the warmth of a sweater that you toss in the dryer for a few minutes to make it extra toasty. She was the pad of butter that you spread onto your pumpkin sourdough toast and it ends up being exactly the amount you wanted. She was the feeling when you are driving home from a long day of interviews and premiers, and you’re on the freeway and the windows down and you just… exist. She is the feeling you get when you watch Pride and Prejudice, and the relief of when you find the perfect word to end a lyric. She is when your shoes fit perfectly, and when you finish a book so utterly fulfilling that you lie there in a trance, looking up at your ceiling at 3 am, wondering how you could have been so lucky to be able to be blessed with an ending like the one you just read. Y/n was all those things and more.

And that’s why he had to tell her he loved her. No matter how scared he was.

***

The electric kettle is finished boiling the tea all too quickly as the bubbling comes to an end and the distinct click of the switch turning back off echoes around the silent apartment. Y/n had poured the scalding hot water into the two cups she had prepared stared into them.

It was time. She had tried to avoid this for as long as possible, but now it was the moment to face the music. She picked up the two mugs of tea and brought them to her lounge where Harry was sitting on her worn in green sofa, staring at her coffee table, eyebrows scrunched, pouted lips, deep in thought, before looking up at her with wide green eyes, and followed her to where she stood in front of him. She passed his mug to him before sitting on the comfy chair a few feet away from the sofa and from him, putting some distance in between them for her sake, so that she wouldn’t try to hug him and say sorry without saying what she needed to say first. Which she needed to start talking about now, so as not to sit in the awkward silence created by the two.

Say something!!

“So…’

Jesus fuck…. was that all you could think of? Wow. I am going to lose my best friend.

Y/n was choking.

“I am so sorry,” Harry’s voice intercepts, raspy from the lack of use, looking up from the coffee table he seemed so interested in. “I am so fucking sorry Y/n. I have no excuse as to why I was making fun of you that day. I pushed too far and I am a shit friend for not noticing that you were already on edge. It was so wrong of me and I am so sorry.” He stopped himself before he started to ramble, looking at her with eyes filled with an emotion she couldn’t decipher.

Y/n felt… unsatisfied. Why did she feel this way? He apologised, right? So why does she feel unfulfilled? Why does she want him to say more? He hit all of the points he had to for a standard apology, so why did she think he hadn’t done enough? Was it that little optimist in her brain hoping he would maybe reveal a slight attraction to her? Maybe tell her that he loves her, and has loved her forever and ever? Confess that she has bewitched him, body and soul so that she didn’t have to? God, was she an idiot. But a lovestruck idiot at that. She bites her tongue and replies.

“Harry, I forgive you. Although you were annoying as ever,” She rolls her eyes and smirks, while he lets out a breathy, half-assed chuckle, showing his acknowledgement at her attempt to ease the lowered yet still prevalent tension. She continues. “ I understand that you were just trying to have fun. I guess I was the one who irrationally lashed out . I am always okay with you poking fun at me, but I was just frustrated and tired and I took it out on you. I’m sorry for the improper communication and I’m sorry for pushing you away when we should’ve just talked…”

“I forgive you too. I think this was just miscommunication on both parts.” He stared into her eyes, almost as if he could sense the discontent in her, but chose to ignore it.

“I guess so.” She halfheartedly answered, not really knowing where to take the conversation next. They had both apologised, but evidently still had things to say. Well, Y/n had things to say, that’s for sure, but she was pretty sure that Harry wanted to say something too. He had that look on his face where he wanted to say something but was forcing himself not to.

What does he want to say? Why can’t he say it to my face? I mean, sure, I’m also hiding shit I wanna say, but I have an excuse. This could ruin our friendship. What does he have to say?

“Great,” Harry replies, trying to fill the awkward pauses and conversation that is being held. He still looked like he had something to say, but seemed like he was not budging.

Well, if he’s not saying anything, I’m not either. Why do I have to confess my feelings and put our friendship on the line if he isn’t even going to say what’s on his mind?

“So, are we good?”

“I don’t know. Are we? I mean, I forgive you and you forgive me, right?”

“Right… No yeah, we’re alright. We’re completely fine!” Y/n replies quickly. Why the fuck would you say that? You’re not fine.

There is a pregnant pause and Y/n has half a better mind to just get up, walk to the bathroom again with her head down and lock herself in there till he leaves again, because she cannot take this awkward conversation. Not with him. She shifts, ready to stand up to get some water, when Harry looks at her, confusion and slight panic setting into his face.

“Wait. I don’t think I’m fine…” She looks up at the boy sitting in front of her, reading the words from her mind like they were scribed on a piece of paper in the blackest of ink, permanent and bold. Her heart stuttered. What else did he want?

“Is everything okay, H?” she tentatively asks. He loses eye contact with her, gaze lowering towards the table in front of him

“I-” he pauses, trying to collect his thoughts while simultaneously trying to explain to her why he wasn’t okay. “I just- fuck” his head falls down, his face inches away from the hot tea in his hands, the humid steam billowing out of the mug and warming his elegant face as he takes a deep breath and tries once more to convey his thoughts. “I don’t want us to be friends again.”

Her heart stops. This could go one of two ways. He could either be confessing his hatred or his adoration for her, and either one would probably end with her imploding. She tries to take a neutral tone when she replies.

“What does that mean, H?”

He looks at her once more. “It’s not enough, Y/n... “

“What?” She is confused. Her friendship isn’t enough? How is she supposed to reply to that?

“I want more. I don’t want us to just be friends. I want to be more with you. I want to do more with you. I want to do things that friends… they shouldn’t do together…”

Is he trying to confess he likes her? Why, in all the ways you could speak, would he choose to speak like that?! She has had enough of him dawdling around his feelings. “Harry, stop being cryptic and fucking tell me what’s going on?!”

“I love you, Y/n! I fucking love you, Y/n. So much. And it is eating me from the inside out. I hate that we can’t be normal anymore, and I hate that you don’t love me the way I love you, but I cannot sit here and pretend everything is fine, because I love you.”

Y/n is stunned. Frozen in her spot. Can’t move, can’t speak, can’t breathe. Stuck in space, and stuck in time.

Holy fucking shit… he loves me…

While Y/n processes the life changing knowledge that her best friend loves her, her best friend conveniently sits next to her, wishing that he was dead for the letdown he was about to receive.

“Say something… please, for the love of God, say something!”

****

She looks up at Harry. Not Harry Styles, playboy, whore, singer, millionaire, but instead; Harry, her best friend of five years, reddened face out of embarrassment. She sees the mortality in his eyes. Feels his presence so heavily in the moment. She is in awe. True awe of him, and his ability to love her. And with that awe- and that stupid look on her face, she reaches up and cradles his face in her hands, brushing her thumbs softly over his plush pink lips. He stands just as still as her, barely breathing, as if it would shatter the fantasy to stardust and he would wake up in his bed, cold shivers running down his spine, as has happened previously whenever he thought of this moment, staring up at his ceiling at 3:40AM wondering why he thought of his best friend in such a way. She creeped closer to his face before stopping a breath away from him, and whispered.

“Is this okay?”

She looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers, both never feeling so alive before. He wishes to tell her that she needn’t ask for his permission, and that he wants to kiss her forever. Eternally locked in an embrace that holds their souls together. But all he can muster is a weak and broken whisper back.

“Please,”

She can hold it for no longer, and leans in the rest of the way, their lips moulding together, for the very first time, eyes fluttering close, as his hands reach to grab her by the hips to straddle him, deepening the kiss even further. And when they part for breath, panting for air with slightly moist lips, they touch foreheads, eyes still closed. Words needn’t be exchanged- everything that yearned to be said was useless, as it could never describe how they truly felt for each other. So hopelessly besotted with one another, that all they could do was breathe together before kissing once more, hoping that their actions could provide even an iota of an idea of how much they love one another.

Two best friends, turned lovers forevermore.

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engie-ivy · 3 years

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Remus is quite smitten with the new guy he's been dating, but as he clearly can't have nice things, he completely ruins it and now he can only wait for Sirius Black to break up with him. Sirius Black has a different interpretation.

“I called your father an ignorant idiot who should shove his prejudiced opinions up his arse!”

Sirius frowns, like he doesn’t understand why Remus would consider that an issue. “My father is an ignorant idiot who should shove his prejudiced opinions up his arse.”

Far from the tree

To: Lily Evans

Lily, my time has come. Please remember me fondly.

Dramatic much, Lupin?

No, Lily. My life is genuinely over.

Okay, spill. How so?

Remember that guy I’ve been dating?

Mmm, let me think. The tall, fit one with the long, soft, dark hair, pretty eyes and broad shoulders, whom you’ve told me about approximately ten thousand times a day?

Yeah, I believe that does ring a bell.

Well, you can forget about him again.

He’s on his way over here to dump me as we speak.

What? No! Why?

I met his parents yesterday...

Remmie! That’s a huge step!

I didn’t know things were so serious between you two?

Things were seriously serious with Sirius!

Ah, but I gather from your first message it didn’t go very well?

It didn’t.

Oh, Remmie, you’re probably being too hard on yourself.

It’s always stressful to meet the parents. I’m sure they’ll understand if you were a bit awkward.

I called his father a narrow-minded bonehead whose imbecile opinions belong in the Middle Ages.

...

Yeah. Yeah, okay. That’s... That’s bad.

Remus, why?!

Because apparently I’m an idiot who has a good thing going and just has to find a way to ruin it for himself.

What did he say?

He drove me home and it was so awkward...

I was so embarrassed for causing such a scene at his bloody parents house, I fled inside as fast as I could, without really speaking to him (yes, I admit, I’m a coward).

I texted you right after I got a message from him just now, saying he’s on his way over, because ‘he needs to talk to me’...

Yikes.

Okay. Okay, maybe... If his family really is so narrow-minded, maybe you dogged the bullet?

He seems nothing like them, though. I really can’t believe those people raised him.

Well, you wouldn’t say me and my sister were raised by the same people, so I guess strange things happen.

But Remus,

Know that if he breaks up with you because you don’t get along with his stupid parents, he doesn’t deserve you anyway!

Normally, I’d agree. But I don’t know if that still goes when you call someone’s mother ‘a vicious old hag, whose arrogance is only equal to her stupidity’.

...

Remus!

What the hell happened there?!

Oh my God, he’s here!

These are officially my last moments of dating a way out of my league-guy.

Well, I guess it was nice as long as it lasted. Might as well get it over with.

I’m so sorry, Remus. I know you really liked this one...

Stay strong! I’ll have the chocolate ready!

With a sigh, Remus tosses his phone to the side and stands to get the door. Might as well get it over with, right?

When he opens the door to reveal Sirius, the positive thing is that Sirius doesn’t immediately begin yelling at him. He doesn’t even look all that angry, really. He just gives Remus a small, uncertain smile.

The negative thing is that Sirius looks bloody gorgeous. He’s wearing an elegant coat, with a scarf loosely draped around his long neck and his hair is hanging loose. Before today, this would definitely be considered a positive thing, but not when Remus is just minutes away from getting dumped by this ridiculously handsome man. There should really be a rule against looking this good when you’re breaking up with someone, Remus thinks bitterly as he steps aside to let Sirius in his apartment.

As Sirius unbuttons his coat to reveal a fitted shirt showing off his lean, muscular form, Remus can only conclude that he has really been fooling himself by thinking this could ever last.

He shakes his head to stop himself from ogling his soon to be-ex-boyfriend. “Would you like something to drink?” He asks, trying to sound composed.

“No thank you,” Sirius replies. “I’d rather get this off my chest immediately.”

Remus doesn’t reply and stares at his feet to brace himself for the inevitable blow.

“I suppose you know why I’m here?” Sirius asks, sounding a bit nervous.

Remus wonders vaguely if Sirius is concerned about hurting his feelings, even after his horrible behaviour of yesterday. “Yeah,” he whispers. “I do.”

Sirius takes a deep breath. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come, but I just had to at least tell you how sorry I am, even if you want nothing to do with me anymore.”

Remus just stares at him, trying to puzzle together what Sirius just said. He’s sorry... about having to break up with Remus? But shouldn’t he lead with the break up? And why would it be up to Remus to want nothing to do with him? Remus is not in a state of mind to deal with this. Can’t Sirius just dump him already?

Sirius is getting more nervous as Remus continues to just stare at him. “So I guess I just... offer you my apologies, and it’s up to you whether you want to accept them.”

“You’re apologizing?” Remus asks.

Sirius nods.

“You are apologizing to me?”

Another nod.

“You to me?”

“Yes, Remus,” Sirius says, sounding distraught. “But don’t worry, I don’t expect anything from you. I know I don’t have the right, after the situation I put you in.”

“I called your father an ignorant idiot who should shove his prejudiced opinions up his arse!”

Sirius frowns, like he doesn’t understand why Remus would consider that an issue. “My father is an ignorant idiot who should shove his prejudiced opinions up his arse.”

“No! I mean, well... yes, but I’m not supposed to say so, right?”

Sirius shrugs. “They had it coming, didn’t they? I’m not gonna make excuses for them. I was just hoping you might still want to give us a chance?”

“Your parents hate me!” Remus splutters.

Sirius lets out a laugh. “Thank God. If they’d liked you, I seriously had to reconsider our relationship.”

Remus blinks at him.

Sirius runs a hand through his hair. “Let me explain. My parents,” he speaks slowly now. “Are awful people. Like, really awful people. I shouldn’t have given in when they demanded to meet you, or I should have at least told you what they’re like. I’m so sorry I put you in that situation and exposed you to them without so much as a warning. I can understand if you hate me right now.”

“Why didn’t you warn me?” Remus asks, as he would’ve much rather been spared the anxiety he has been feeling all day.

Sirius shrugs again. “I suppose I wanted you to form you own opinion? As their son, I’m of course biased to hate them.”

Remus opens his mouth to say that is not how a parent-child relationship is supposed to work, but Sirius keeps talking.

“Look, Remus. You didn’t sign up for dealing with my horrible parents, and I’m sorry I dragged you into it. My family is... messed up, and I can understand if you want nothing to do with that whole mess. I won’t blame you if you just want to stay away from me and my family issues.”

“I...”

I’ll do a whole lot more than deal with crappy parents if it means I get to be with you, Remus wants to say. I won’t judge you based on who your parents are, Remus wants to say. I won’t just abandon you, Remus wants to say.

What he says instead is “I purposely spilled a glass of red wine over your mother’s new couch!”

Sirius looks at him with a fond smile. “Yeah, just when I thought I couldn’t love you more.”

Sirius doesn’t seem to realise what he just said, but Remus’ eyes widen. “You... love me?”

Sirius flushes and starts stammering. “Oh God, I’m sorry! Not that I love you. I mean, look at you. How could I not? But that’s way too soon, isn’t it? And this is the worst timing! I mean, you’re probably super angry with me, and I don’t even know if you still want to see me...”

“I don’t mind!” Remus quickly says. “I mean, I think I rather like that you love me? I think I’m very much starting to feel the same way?”

Sirius looks at him with a hopeful expression. “You do?”

Remus chuckles. “Come here,” he says as he pulls Sirius towards him. “For you, I’d throw my wine over any piece of furniture your mother might own any day.”

Sirius smiles as he leans in to kiss Remus. “In that case, can’t wait till Christmas.”

Remus? How bad is it?

Will regular milk do, or is this a triple chocolate with chocolate chips-type of situation?

Hates his parents, loves me, all good!

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arcademoonlight · 3 years

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i know that look dear (eyes always seeking) || childe x harbinger!reader

i formally apologize,, this was rushed and my heart wasnt fully in it just bleh. i hope you enjoy regardless,,! this will be the last of these childe x harbinger!reader posts because i wanna write other things and nothing in the "series" will top the original in my opinion now that that's out of the way: based off of like real people do by hozier warnings: jealousy, genshin spoilers (kind of??), reader sulks most of the time, the traveler is kept neutral, technically lumine/aether neg?, not proofread great this was not the best thing ever. word count: 938 part one, part two (you are here) content under the cut!

You were a harbinger. Harbingers were meant to be like gods. So why were you intimidated when a traveler came to town? They had playfully kept blonde hair and glimmering amber eyes. The traveler had multiple elements at their disposal and good sword skills. That was more than you could speak for. You could fight, yes. What harbinger couldn’t? You just relied on your healing more than your sword skills. Your delusion was hydro. Still healing. How frustrating. To add to the punch, you weren’t nearly as kind or interesting as them. They did favors for anyone with a smile. They save people they’ve never even met. They had so many odd and daring stories that people couldn’t help but listen to them. They had a shining aura that drew people near and a tragic backstory to get sympathy. As infuriated as you were you couldn’t bring yourself to hate them. You were a harbinger. You were a healer. You never got sick. But then why did you feel so horrible? As your beloved Ajax spoke to the traveler to offer help you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes at the sight. Nausea flooded your senses and you had to excuse yourself from the conversation. Maybe Bubu Pharmacy would have something. Nothing given to you helped. You hated this feeling. You resented the traveler. You were a harbinger. People were jealous of you. It was never vice versa until now. Whenever Ajax interacted with the traveler there was a certain light in his eyes. He never looked at you that way… He never laughed with you that way either. When you would ask him about his day he would ramble on and on about this foreigner. You couldn’t bring yourself to hate them, but resentment did being to bubble up inside of you. Whenever you and the traveler would have to interact you would give them sharp glares and constantly ask Ajax- sorry- ‘Childe’ if you could leave yet. “Childe.” You called out softly from where you stood behind the ginger. Your voice fell on deaf ears as he continued to laugh boisterously with the blonde before him about fighting or something. “Childe-!” You call out again. Your voice was more loud and stern, your exclamation followed by a cough to grab his attention further. The harbinger whipped his head around. “Oh, sorry! I forgot you were there!” He chuckled, oblivious to your agitated behavior. You were glaring knives at the traveler with your hands shoved in your pockets. The traveler shuffled away from you a bit. “Childe, don’t you think it’s time we get going?” You spoke sharply, your gaze still angrily fixed on the traveler. “We have to eat dinner, remember?” “Oh, can we bring them with us?” He asked, grinning as he pointed at the traveler. Your face softened at the smile on his face. He looked genuinely happy. There was no way you could say no to making him happy. “Sure.” You agreed bitterly. “Why not.” Childe laughed as he always did, looping his arm around your shoulder. “That’s the spirit!” He gave you a concerned glance as you tensed up. Maybe he wasn’t as oblivious as you thought. You were a harbinger. You suffered through the whole meal. You barely even touched the Fishermen’s toast in front of you. The traveler kept staring at you warily. Childe didn’t even spare you a glance as he continued to rapid-fire talk with them about fighting, something you could hardly relate to. Maybe you just weren’t up to Childe’s speed. Later that night, a familiar journaling habit returned. “Hey,” Childe called from the doorway of your bedroom. “I’m not stupid. What’s gotten into you?” Despite the chuckle in his voice, he was being serious. He noticed that you were acting suspiciously. You tore your eyes away from your frustrating scribbles to halfway meet Childe’s gaze, too guilty to make eye contact. “What do you mean Ajax? I’ve been acting perfectly normal.” You lied through your teeth. Childe sighed and pulled up a chair to sit next to you “I know that look dear.” He chided, referring to your behavior before and during dinner. “Your eyes seeking for something.” You sighed sadly. “Ajax, what are we?” Your eyes looked a bit glassy. Like if

you got a bad answer you’d cry. “Pardon?” He seemed confused. “We kissed and I confessed but you never said anything in response and now you’re flirting with that dumb traveler and if they make you happy good for you but I can’t take not knowing! Are we together, are we just comrades, are you interested in that foreigner? If you are is it because I’m not a fighter? Is it my fault you don’t look at me and laugh with me that way?” You lip quivered “Oh, honey are you jealous?” He laughed “I never put a label on how I felt for you because I thought you forgot about that night because of all the alcohol.” The ginger reached to grab your hand. “I do love you as a real person should. And~ If it makes you feel better I’ll talk to the traveler less, alright?” He chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead. You smiled wide. Of course, you felt bad about the whole thing but Childe was yours now. You were quick to pull him into a hug as he laughed at your ‘cuteness’. You would’ve scolded him but at this very moment, it didn’t matter. He was in your arms and he was with you to stay. You were a harbinger. You were finally happy. :)

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kunimikat · 3 years

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hi! i'm having a hard time mentally lately and i recently found out that i kind of erm,,,,, when my mental health is really bad my brain is like "no!😀" and skyrockets me into absolute baby mode and just want cuddles and love and i feel really lonely and don't talk a lot. bokuto is my comfort character so if you woudlnt mind could you do some headcanons or whatever you want- about him helping? feel free to ignore this i know it's a bit strange💔 but i thought i'd throw it out there :) 💞

I really hope it gets better for you, I hope my shitty HCs somehow makes your day a little better. Lots of love 🥺🤲❤️oh and this might’ve come off more angsty but I promise I put fluff at the end. And listen to this while reading cause it just makes this- 💔🦟🦗🦟🦗❤️

Requests are open! And if you have requests like this I’m happy to do them :)

Also proof read but still might be mistakes.sorry, there might be some triggering things in here, but there is nothing crazy so I think it’s ok 🧍

Before you guys even got together he’d always check up on you.

To the point were he subconsciously did it anywhere, and anytime

He’d give you small owl knickknacks or a snack before school started, or when it ended. Making sure you ate something that day.

Or he’d just try to make you laugh as much as he could during then

But sometimes he’d drop everything, and just give you a tight hug. Anywhere, no matter who it was in front of. Holding you close to him, not saying anything but you could hear him tripping over the words he wanted to say but just couldn’t.

He could tell it was a bad day where you’d come in and just sit on the benches or bleachers with both in mind but staring at the bright fluorescent gym lights. Where you’d just zone out mid-conversation and look at your feet or phone in disinterest. When you’d throw in a sarcastic self-deprecation joke when someone would ask if you’re ok.

Or when you’d have days where you’d stay up studying, doing your homework, and not sleeping for who knows how long when you come in with the energy drink in hand. Or the days when you’d get nothing done, and just sleep everything away and just deal with it the next day.

It didn’t take a therapist or a mastermind to tell you weren’t ok.

The nervous tics, the small lip bites, the impulsive “Let’s do something and think about consequences later!”

Bokuto knew he was just like the latter but at least it wasn’t all the time, so when he saw his bestfriend and crush slowly killing themselves mentally (and maybe physically, he was hoping not), yet cracking jokes about it the next second. All he wanted to do was run in and kiss you until all you felt was loved.

He just wanted to see you happy again

He felt like fainting everytime he saw you giggle or laugh at his antics(knowing Bokuto that has probably happened)

Or when you and Ahgkaaashi would hang out with him at the Owl section of the Zoo and pick out your favorite ones

When you two would try cooking some dish either of you couldn even try pronouncing and it ending in a mess. One he didn’t mind cleaning up when he got to talk to you throughout the whole time.

The times you’d have to turn in your work a little late because you were helping Bokuto cope after losing a game, which he felt bad about but you brushed it off with a genuine smile saying “I can’t leave poor Akaashi with Bokuemo for the rest of the week can I?” “H-Hey!”

When you and Bokuto would hang out in the bird themed cafe on the end of the street from school. And just be yourselves without having to impress anyone.

How you excuse yourself from the group of people you barely knew the names of, to go cry in the bathroom then come back as if nothing happened.

Times where you both forget your in highschool with insecurities, voice cracks, stress, and having to make a decision regarding the rest of your life by the end of it. And just laying in some random parking lot, staring into the blaring street lamp light and the stars behind it.

Bokuto loved it when you didn’t use the jokes to cover up how you felt. Or how you jumped to another subject when he would ask. When you tell him everything you’re feeling.,

The confusion, the way you didn’t know why your mind worked the way it did and why you felt horrible all of a sudden but fine the next.

You wanted it to stop, to have an explanation for the way you think and why. Yet now you’re telling no one, and clearly holding it in. Bokuto was now watching you letyour emotions eat you alive from the inside out.

He just wanted the you he knew. The you that he had so many fun memories with. Not the forced persona you played when you needed a cover up for how you truly felt.

This wasn’t the way he wanted to confess but it was getting all too much for Bokuto to watch,

Bokuto’s tears were streaming down his face as he had you held out in front of him. His body was trembling and his grasp was so shaky it was easy to break away. But you knew you could ever do that to him, or yourself. He clenched his jaw , not being able to lock eyes with you, a painful tug at his heart everytime he locked eyes with your hopeless look. You felt tears brimming your eyes yet you didn’t even know why he sat you down here. But you felt it was your fault, so immediately you let out a ‘Sorry-‘

Instead of an answer Bokuto pulled you toward him, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. You let out a choked noise as surprise, instinctively wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Why...why’re you saying sorry Y/N? I should be saying sorry for not helping you, I-“

Bokuto lost his breath for a second as a silent sob wracked his body, bringing you closer to him. Tears were falling down from your eyes but you could barely feel them as they became a stream.

“Y/N, I love you, I love you so, so much. Why are you doing this to yourself? You know you could come talk to me, I-I’m not the the best therapist but,-“

He let out a shaky breath, pulling you back out to look at you directly. You squeezed his arm that was holding you, reassuring him you felt the same way, but also to go on. Puffy eyes and a tear stained face looked at you sternly. “Please, please don’t keep these feelings to yourself Y/N. It hurts, it hurts me so much when I see you like this. Especially since you feel like you can’t come to me. I-, I-“

Bokuto bit his lip, clenching his eyes tight, forcing the tears that were already threatening to fall out. “I don’t want to see you like this. I love you, I love you.”The only thing lacing his tone is the sincerity in it.

He says it again to make sure you understood every word that came from him. But he didn’t need to. His grip so tight on your arms it almost hurt. But in a way, you didn’t mind it as it showed you how much more serious this was to him.

“You have me, Kaashi, the team, and honestly anyone! We all love you and what you have to say!”

You both give small shaky laughs, despite the situation, the tension slowly melting. He wipes the tears that were flowing down your cheeks, kissing each one after he did. You held each one of his hand. Squeezing them to give yourself courage, and to know this was all too real.

“Bokuto...I’m so sorry to you and everyone else. I- I locked myself away because I thought I would be bothering you and everyone and could just get over it then push the feelings down. But now seeing you...seeing you so much...pain, someone I love hurt because of me. I...I really realize how I was affecting everyone.”

Bokuto tried denying but you shook your head, your eyes that were looking down were now up at him.

“I’ve come to reality especially after seeing you like this Bo, I love you too, and I want to make it up to you this whole week! No, month...year? Whatever. I’ll be better for our future. And you know what, why don’t I help you with that math homework so we’re both gonna get better at something by the end of the week!”

Laugher filled the once cold room with a feeling of warmth that you couldn’t explain. Bokuto leaned in and gave a small peck. You were about to give a small hum in happiness. Until he pulled far back away from you in panic.

“I-Is something wrong Bo? Does my breath stink-“

“N-NONONO NOTHING LIKE THAT. ITS JUST...I just kissed you without asking...a-and I read in a magazine you’re supposed to do that or your crush won’t like you back!”

Silence.

But you interrupted it with your laughter, holding onto to one of his shoulders to not fall over. He had a confused look on his face as he fidgeted, not knowing what to do. “Y-Y/N! What?”

“You’re so stupid Bo,”

And like that you pulled him into a kiss, one he quickly melted into. He made a small surprised noise, but that was the only noise of complaint. The kiss turned into Bokuto giving you pecks all over your face. A giddy feeling in your stomach with each one. Between the kisses you say “Y’know I’m surprised you decided to sit down and read a magazine without testing on the real deal.” His face has a small flush, instead of saying anything he just kisses you aggressively all over, causing you to reel back and laugh harder. He pulls away from the assault and grabs your hand. He leads you over to the couch and hugs you as you both flop onto the couch. You looked at him confused, “Bo?”

But he just turned the TV on, clicked through the channels, until he found one he liked. He looked over at you excitedly, “Let’s cuddle and watch the movie I was talking about last week!”

The genuine excitement in his voice was all it took to have you wrapped around his finger. So now it was getting late and you were falling asleep to Bokuto gently rubbing his hand in circles on your back. And his faint smell of cologne luring you to sleep.

Hey! Sorry if this is on the shorter side, but I tried packing as much emotion as I could into it to make up. I hope you enjoyed this, cause I added a few of my little issues into it so I hope you don’t mind. (Also along with some people ik) I really hope it gets better for you, hopefully by now even though this came out late (sorry really busy this month for some reason🧍) if you need anyone to talk to I’m always open to hear❤️..

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