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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

I'm not really back, I just had this and thought I'd just go and post it.

Plot: I saw this thing on Pinterest (Picture below) and I just had to write this XD Basically, you’re super bored so when the bastard that constantly hits on you turns up, you figure ‘Why not mess with them a little?’ and accidentally bite off more than you can chew.

Includes: The Pervy Bunch! (I hope Pervy Villains anon likes this!! ^^ ) So Beetlejuice, Chucky Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger, Greasy Weasel, Hades, and Offenderman.

Warnings: Dubious consent, a little assault and lotsa sexual references but no actual smut. Also I tried to convey that you do actually want them- you just don’t want to admit it cuz they’re gross and evil- but I’m not sure it came through 😅

You know what I have noticed about the Pervert group? An unsettling amount of them have powers that allow them to just pop up near you, which is just great-

Also *eye twitches* I have watched Hercules more times than any other movie, and I still feel like I can’t write Hades for shit! I am about to Blacklist his blueberry ass.

Beetlejuice:

“Ohh, you just made a grAVE mistake, baby… “

“What!?” You shriek, feeling him pop up next to you and curl a long, winding arm over your shoulders. When the hand attached tries to be funny and grab something lower then necessary, your eyes widen to the size of plates and throw it off you entirely. “No- I- “You’re backing up fast, but not fast enough it seems as BJ grabs you again.

This time his dirty hands enclose around your upper arms and he holds you so that the two of you are chest to chest. You try to shove him away, but only end up in an even more precarious position with your hands - fists, - on his chest, and promptly give up. Fighting is just making it worse, you think, rolling your eyes up to the sky and attempting only to move your head so that your face as far away from his humanly possible.

“I gotta hand it to you, doll, you know how to get a guy’s engine roarin’,” Beetlejuice growls out, and also takes that opportunity to press his already-engorged – honestly you would not be surprised, if he just saw you and suddenly ZING!! it went up, - groin up into yours whilst making a vroom sound. Your jaw drops practically to the ground with a gasp, and you give yet another struggle despite giving up, wanting desperately for your elbow to make its way directly into his nose, but he easily holds you still. “Baby- Baby!! You know I like it rough, but let’s try not to damage the goods, K??”

“Oh, damage?? Damage, you say?? I’ll show you damage!!- “You attempt to left your leg and knee him in the privates that so unpleasantly grinded into yours a moment ago but he steps on your foot! Then his shoelaces unfurl and twist under the souls of your own and tie you both together; Making it impossible for you to move without him. “You- “Out of frustration, you kick your leg out anyway, hoping it’ll cause him some kind of pain or discomfort.

“Come on baby,” He lets go of your arms in favour to grab at your waist, and pulls you taught against him. You, on the other hand, let out a groan from frustration and with nowhere else to comfortably leave your arms, you lay them up over his shoulders. The action causes him to smirk, and you roll your eyes heavily. He’s so gross, you do NOT enjoy this- “I wanna do bad things to you. Give in with me.”

“No way. Filthy corpse men aren’t really my thing.”

“Not according to what you just told me, sweetheart~ “Your eyes narrow at him, but before you can slap a hand over his dirty mouth- he’s mimicking you with total and embarrassing accuracy. “It’s too bad you’re such a creep, BJ~ Otherwise I mighta- “

“Okay okay okay!” A little too late, but even so- one of your hands seals his mouth tightly shut. Your whole body feels hot, now, and you choose to believe its from embarrassment. “We don’t need a recap.”

“Otherwise, I mighta fucked you~~ “

Ughhh, you forgot he could throw his voice. Fuck him. Fuck the bastard.

But not in that way!

So you take your hand away from his mouth, as you’re becoming increasingly afraid that he’ll lick it soon. “I did not sound that slutty… “

“No, you’re right. You only sound like THAT in my fantasies.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me.”

“Why tell you when I can show ya, huh?” A hand, feeling almost like some kind of creepy crawly, slides down the sides of your body, but with one hostile glare from you he stops short of your ass. Thank god-

“You are disgusting.”

“And it’s kinda hot, right?”

“No!”

“Yes, BJ, you’re so sexy~- “

“Ugh!” He’s mimicking you again! Its so annoying!

So, naturally, you kiss him.

That turns into making-out at a world record speed, and then you’re on the nearest couch grinding back up into him totally on your own accord, and you refuse to think about anything you were just saying. This feels good, this feels like you’ve been waiting forever for it- So, you’ll deal with hating yourself later.

Human!Chucky Lee Ray:

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, hearing your words- feeling how you’re looking at him- seeing your walk over- before a gross smirk spreads slowly across his face. “Really?~ “

“Wh- “One glance at him shows that he did not at all get that you were just fucking around, and a snort escapes you. “No. Of course not. I’m just bored- so go home, nothing’s happening here. Ever.”

Chucky does not let it go immediately. Instead, his cold eyes are gazing at you with the heat of the sun, still. “Ever… ?”

“Yes, ever.” You say sternly, and quickly- leaving no room for hesitation.

“You sound pretty damn sure of that, toots.” Hands enveloped in his coat pockets, a look that does not make him any less threatening, he takes a casual step towards you. Your body reacts powerfully to the action, the possibility of what might come of it- but you’re a groan adult and keep it to yourself. You know who you should and shouldn’t want, and Charles Lee Ray most certainly belongs in the second group. “But,” He takes another step and now he’s looking down at you, stupid messy hair forming a dark halo around his pale face. “You also sounded pretty sure a moment ago, when you hit on me? I’m confused~ “

“Well let me clear it up for you,” Setting your hands on your hips, you force yourself to glare back into his intimidatingly icy blue eyes and enunciate. “I’m not interested in creepy bums.”

First, his mouth twitches but he manages to hold himself together- But then he all-out laughs, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning backwards. Meanwhile you’re totally taken aback, watching him have a fit over you insulting him. Is he a masochist or something?- “You… hehe… you’re- oh, fuck hold on a moment,” He continues to cackle for another minute, in which you feel that maybe you could just leave… Before, finally, he calms down; Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Ahhh, fucken bitch you don’t even know how wrong you are.”

Your jaw drops. “What?”

He suddenly drags you the rest of the way to him, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you against his body. You gasp, and shove him once. “I’m not a bum, doll… I’m fucken crazy. I fucking murder people!”

Your eyes do a little look both ways before settling cautiously on Chucky again. “… My bad?”

“Look,” He starts, having sobered up again by this point. There’s a smirk on his face again that somehow turns you into some kind of Y/N based mush on the inside- even now, after a revelation like that. In fact your stupid feelings may have gotten worse. “Lemme propose somethin’ to ya, heh?”

“… O-kay… “

“Lemme take ya home.”

Ugh, for gods sake, does he ever give up? “No.”

“I’ll show ya how a real man fucks his doll~ “ God god god! This is too much! You’re trying to resist, you swear that you are, but he’s so close, holding you like he truly wants you, and now he’s saying shit like that!- “I betcha you haven’t been screwed right in a long time… Amiright? Only a real psycho can do that, trust me.”

“You’re so fucked up.”

“Exactly.”

At that, you tiredly gaze up at him and… consider.

Freddy Krueger:

A broken gasp flies out when your back hits a wall. Your eyes are wide looking up at the lecherous grin on Freddy’s face, that’s far too close to yours for comfort, and you specifically think- whoops.

That may have been a miscalculation on my part, you think. It seems that Freddy does not, in fact, get that you were just bored. Or maybe he just doesn’t care-

Either way, you’re in deep water now.

Deep, deep water, you add staring back into terrible blue eyes.

Quickly you gather your wits, narrow your eyes and set your jaw at him. “… Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?~ “

“Whatever it is you’re thinking!” You exclaim, afraid to even wonder what it could be that he’s thinking for it would surely traumatise you. You don’t need to know, anyway; Its never happening. Now you just need to et out of this all-too-close situation, here-

“Oh- I’m sure I don’t know what you mean!” Oh, Drama King of the century is making a production of this- surprise, surprise. Groaning, you lean back onto the wall and wait for your cue; When Freddy’s acting like this, its best to just go with the flow. But when a sharp, rusty blade comes up between your faces, almost cutting you, you tense up again. “You’re the one that teased me, Princess.”

“I was bored- “You explain, bluntly, but the blade raise sup high near to your eyes and your gaze follows it instinctually- which he loves. He loves watching you keep an eye on the glove, just a hint of fear and also an odd arousal in your eyes as you both know full-well that if he wanted to hurt you, it would be too easy for him.

“Oh- I’m hurt!” The glove goes flat to his chest, now, and you let out a relieved breath as he makes like he’s offended.

“Well!... “ –Wait. Why should you sound apologetic?? “… Good?”

“Sweetheart, you wound me… Daddy’s gonna have to punish you for that.” Freddy informs, nodding his head, and gasp at the sudden turn-around.

“Like hell!”

A long, wooden ruler appears in his non-gloved hand and your jaw actually drops. Why in the world does he have THAT!? “Every time you swear, kitten, Daddy’s gonna have to punish you~ “

You don’t know whether you’re going run, or laugh, and its an odd sensation, culminating into a feeling almost like- Lust… “Please stop referring to yourself as ‘Daddy’, Freddy- “ And please, dear god, don’t call me ‘kitten’- Because yikes.

“Why…? “He asks, smirking, and you’re about to reply ‘because its gross- you’re gross’, but he leans in closer to you still and you forget what you were about to say. You cross your arms over your chest and flatten yourself against the wall better, too. You swear, if he gets any closer to your person, you’re going to explode. “Are ya getting… sssslippery??”

Okay- now you actually do laugh. A snort slips out of you and develops into cackles as you you’re your arms from their defensive position in order to cover your face, before you manage to just shake your head. “No!... No, I think I’m all dried up, actually… Like sandpaper.”

Freddy gives you a look, then, like he knows something you don’t. Yet again you watch him raise the glove, and using a couple blades that whine at the use, he gestures between the two of you. “… You and I both know that’s not true… don’t we now?”

“In your drea- Uhm,” Dear lord, that’s embarrassing, especially with how his eyes light up. “I mean… No. We know no such thing, no.”

“Wanna test?~ “ Gone is the giant ruler, then, leaving just his hand; Bare, and you notice that he’s got good fingers, and its- he’s- an enticing option in all honesty!-

But… But… Oh, fuck, you’re forgetting why this is a bad idea. He’s so close, and he’s making to so clear that all you have to do is stop saying no, so…

One more time- “Get out of my head.”

“Never. Its too much fun here.”

“Then… “Then, you’re out of strength. “Ugh. Just kiss me, then, Freddy.”

Greasy Weasel:

Good god, you’ve never seen Greasy smile like that. You’ve been kidnapped by these assholes a million and one times, it seems, and you’ve seen him in various stages of undress because he’s a whore but this?? This, is terrifying. He’s practically licking his chops at you.

“Oh cariño~ So glad to hear you finally giving in to me~ We have much to try together.”

Oh, god. Your face is totally hot, looking left and right and searching for an immediate exit. Wheezy! “Wheezy, don’t you- where are you going? Don’t you dare leave me alone in here with him!!”

“Who the hell am I to stand in the way of true love?” He doesn’t laugh as he leaves the room, but the cruel delight in his tone evident. Your jaw drops as the door falls shut behind him and you’re left alone with the sex-crazed weasel, furious, before turning back to Greasy- mouth still wide open. This is ridiculous!-

Backing off from him slowly, you raise your hands in defence. “… Greasy come on… I was joking, you know that right?- “ Desperately, you try to reason with him- knowing its no use as he stalks over to you.

“Close your mouth, beautiful one,” Gently, Greasy pushes your mouth shut and that just makes your face even hotter than before- unbearably hot actually- you need a bucket of ice right now. “You’ve already caught me.”

… Is he equating himself to a fly? Is that supposed to be a line?? Oh jesus christ he’s so dumb-

Then, because Greasy is not the type to let an opportunity like this go to waste, he kisses you for the very first time.

He presses his lips right onto yours; Kisses you deep, like he’s been waiting for this for a long damn time- which he has. Meanwhile all you can think is that he’s never been so close to you before, you can smell his horrible cologne and feel his warmth all over and you couldn’t explain what happened next if you wanted to. Because the next thing that happened was that you moaned. Almost like… you’ve been waiting for this a long damn time, too.

You moaned… at Greasy Weasel’s kiss. And you wanted to reach out and pull him closer, too! The feral monkey part of your brain wanted to push the bastard down onto the couch, wrap your legs around his waist and part your lips. Luckily you retained sense enough not to do that, at least. At least!

… But he still heard you moan for him.

And so when he pulls back theirs a shit eating grin on his face that you wish you know you’re going to regret not slapping later on, but right now you’re in shock. Are you crazy? You enjoyed that???

“So the truth comes out~ You want me too~ “

“No!- “

“Ah ah ah, cariño~ There’s no denying your own body~ “

“Oh yes I can!”

“C’mon… “

“Listen here, you will not do that again to me- “

“Sí, I will.”

“Greasy, I swear to GOD- “

Against your wishes, Greasy leans across and smothers your lips with his again and- yes- you could have pulled back; He wasn’t gripping you in anyway and you weren’t cornered.

But- you stood there anyway, rooted to the spot and kissed him back.

Hades:

“Oh… yeah?~ ”

“Kidding!” You snort, turning away from the God and making to walk off. “That’s never gonna happen. See you around, Hade- Oh crap! - “He materialises in front of you again and one look at his face tells you everything. He thinks he has a real shot with you now because you said that one little thing to him!

Oh, damn.

Raising your hands is surrender at Hades, you give a nervous grin. “Really, I was just teasing. I’m sorry. Now, I gotta go- “You try to swerve him again, but he just dissipates into smoke and then abruptly reappears in front of you once again.

“Ah ah ah, c’mon… Secrets out, babe, no need to play hard to get anymore.”

“I’m not playing hard-to-get, I’m playing Escape Room.” You snap quickly, turning to try it one last time… but there’s a tree in your way, of-fucking-course, and it makes you let out a frustrated groan. What!? WHAT!? A TREE? Really??? Sighing and slumping, you turn back to Hades, lolling your head back to look at him in expectancy. “… So, what’s next, then? You kidnap me off the Underworld and force pomegranates down my throat?”

The fire flickering atop his head crackles and a little grin quirks across your lips at his tell-tale tantrum indication. “I did not kidnap Demeter’s kid, that’s a myth. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not into the whole… incest fad, the rest of ‘em are.”

Making a disgusted face, all nose and a big frown, you reach over and give his shoulder a pat. “Well, good for you.”

“Though… I could take you whenever I like. See, up to this point Y/N I’ve been a gentleman.” Now, he slips away from you, gives you room to breath which you do- having not even realised you were holding it in the first place. Why would you??

“Oh? Coulda fooled me.”

“Aha,” The sound is without a hint of amusement at your words, and rather disdain- but Hades doesn’t get mad and he doesn’t turn around. Just goes on. “Anyway- the point is, I could.” The fire flickers up higher this time, making Hades’ excitement at the prospect evident. “But let me tell you, all that kidnapping business- its messy, and time consuming, and I’m a busy man. Besides, no need!” He turns around, and the smirk on his face makes a little fire burst in your insides. You try to ignore it, though, keeping your face straight. “You’ve just made it oh so obvious, babe, that you want me too.” You did what!? You merely flirted!- “So why fuck with the whole kidnapping plight?”

“Uh-… I-… “What do you even say to that? Its also becoming hard to think, under the heat of how he’s looking at you. This has happened before, of course, but all of a sudden you’re struggling to ignore it. “Hades, come on… “

Instead of responding this time, Hades just offers his hand to you. It’s a yes or no question, which should be easy to turn down, but you discover the shocking urge to say yes bubbling up inside you and hesitate.

… Do you really want to reject him?...

Offenderman:

“Hold on, hold on, hold ON! - “The words fly from your lips as soon as Offender turns to you fully, hands folded calmly in his pockets but a deeply amused grin on his face tells you everything that he’s thinking- loud and clear. Body hot under his heavy gaze, despite not having eyes at all, you wonder how on earth you can reign this situation back in… when there’s an acute possibility that you have just opened pandoras box. “… Um, ha… I was joking?”

“Sure… “Tentacles slide out from the little ripped holes in the back of his coat and slither around threateningly, making your eyes widen. You take a step back, more out of formality then real fear, eyeing the appendages hanging in the air prepared to strike at any given moment.

“I was!”

“No, I believe you.” He says, but you hear his tone and know that he’s lying; He doesn’t believe you at all. Offenderman thinks that you want him. Which is a very dangerous thing.

And its- of course, its- crazy! You don’t! No way. Never. No.

“… Okay… “

“Except- “Oh dear lord, here we go. You just fucking knew it. Why, oh why, did you have to be right?? Setting your jaw determinedly, you go to turn on Offender and continue down the hall to somewhere safe and not-so-alone with him, but he teleports in front of you- closer, this time. So he’s really craning his neck down to see you and you’re face-to-face with his chest. You heave a great sigh at the action, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. “We both know that’s not true… You can hate me all you like but that doesn’t change the fact you wanna fuck the shit outta me. Or have me fuck you; Either way.”

Ugh. Come on, now- “I don’t hate you. I’m disgusted by you.”

“Even better.” He grins, a perverted glee entering his smooth voice.

“And you’re wrong.” You go on contrarily. “The only thing I want from you is for you to leave me alone for once.”

For a blissful moment, Offender doesn’t say a damn word more so that you’re considering another escape attempt, because maybe he’s bored, before he then takes a final step into your personal space and lowers his voice. “… You know,” He purrs. “… We could go with your story, if that’s how it’s gotta be.”

Looking up at him then, you tilt your head to the side quizzically. “What?”

“I won’t tell a soul about this… all you have t’ do is disappear with me for a while. Everyone can keep thinking you have some kinda ‘supernatural resistance to me’, which you and I both know doesn’t fucken exist, and you still get six or seven orgasms from me. Doesn’t that sound good?”

Your mouth falls open. Six of s e v e n!? “N- “

Damnit it- he can tell you’re intrigued, and you know because his evil, sharp smile widens. “Maybe eight.” Oh, hell-

“Eight!?”

“Yeah, that should be enough.”

Oh, you hate yourself for asking, but- “Enough… for what?”

“Well that’s the point you mortals usually get so fucken dumb you can’t count anymore.”

Okay… your face feels like an oven now. “That’s… I… “And you’re tongue-tied now! Oh, fantastic…

“But… you gotta tell me you want it. Consent and all that- and besides… I wanna hear it. So c’mon.” You’re shaking you head, but no words escape your lips, because you’re afraid of what might come out if you try, but Offender’s backing you into a wall now and when your back bumps into the old dusty wallpaper Slender hasn’t bothered to update in 2 centuries he ends up so close to you that you can feel the warmth of his much larger frame against yours. God, you can hear your blood pumping loudly in your ears, and your brains feeling fuzzy, and you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the two of you are alone.

Which means- no witnesses. No one would know if you just… if you didn’t even say anything. You wouldn’t need to. Just nod, or reach out to him, or just drop to your knees even… Fuck.

“It’d be just between you and me, doll.”

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gravehags · 9 months

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feathers in our bed

Pairing: Transfem!Sunshine x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: lingerie, edging, PinV sex, improper use of a ghoul tail

Words: 3,115

Summary: There's more to Sunshine than her sweetness. You're excited to find out exactly what.

a/n: THIS IS A TRANSFEM SUNNY LOVE AND RESPECT ZONE BABYYYYY, part whatever in the ghoul bicycle series

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Rain walks you to the library the next day, like a gentleman.

After spending the night entwined in his arms, feeling his soft breathing blowing against your hair, you’re positively enchanted. He’s got his hand on the small of your back - rubbing gentle circles as the two of you proceed down the halls - garnering peculiar looks from your fellow siblings. When one makes the mistake of eyeing you too boldly, the hand on your back slides to cup your waist. Rain growls low in his throat, too low for the sibling to hear, but the look on their face says it all as they scurry in the other direction. You smile to yourself - in any other situation you would have found the possessiveness of the ghouls irritating or concerning, but the way you feel cherished and protected more than makes up for it. As you both continue to the library, you nuzzle your head into his side as he moves his arm from your waist to drape over your shoulders. You’re sad once you reach the big wooden doors of your destination, and from the downward curve of his lips so is he.

“Thank you for accompanying me,” you say with a shy smile, squeezing his hand. His tail sways behind him and he returns your smile, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“Of course,” he murmurs, thumb caressing your jawline. When you reach to give him a soft peck on the lips you don’t notice the eyes that follow your every move. He walks away, glancing backwards as you disappear behind the door into the library.

Your day goes by normally, once again on reshelving duties. Wheeling one of many large carts around the room you stop at a bookcase every once in a while to replace a text. When you see that the next book you have to reshelve, a huge tome with the gilded lettering on its cover chipping and faded, you heave a dramatic sigh. Of course it goes on the top shelf, you think as you drop it on the nearest desk, making a not insignificant thumping noise. Dragging the rolling ladder over you precariously balance the book on your hip as you climb. You’ve fallen off one of these things before and Satanas wasn’t that embarrassing - you’re not eager to repeat the incident. You’ve made it to the rung you need to be standing at and when you attempt to lift the book over your head with a grunt, you feel yourself begin to fall back. Panicking, you drop the book and it falls to the ground with a sonorous boom but you’re no longer falling. Something, someone, has their hands under your ass cheeks to support you and you’re able to lean forward again clutching onto the ladder. When you look over your shoulder you’re met with the wide grin and short curly hair of Sunshine.

“Hey doll,” she says, fingers still kneading into your ass. You’re frozen in place for a moment before you unsteadily begin to descend and she relinquishes her grip on you.

“Nice catch,” you say when your sensible boots are firmly on the ground. “Oof…thank you.”

“No problem,” she says airily, rocking back on her heels and gazing around the room, her tail wagging slowly back and forth behind her. “You’re lucky I wanted to ask you something.”

Now you’re intrigued, and you cock your head to the side.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

When her lips open and she shows her sharp teeth in a vaguely sinister grin, your stomach does a cartwheel. At this point you know what it means when a ghoul gives you that look.

“Wanted to ask if it’s my turn–” she says, stepping forward and forcing you back against the ladder. “--to have you.”

Her turn. For the first time you’re really cognizant of the fact that you’re just running through ghouls like you’re paid to do it and your flush stretches across your face and down your chest. Sunshine picks up on your uneasiness and steps back slightly.

“Don’t be embarrassed!” she says in a quiet rush, fidgeting with her hands. “I’m sorry, I just–the others are always talking about how soft you are. How pretty you look when you come undone. And I wanted to know if you would be that soft…for me. I wanted to know what you would let me do to you.”

Your flush deepens, though no longer out of embarrassment. Your mind is spinning out, imagining all the things the ghoulette in front of you could coax out of you with her beautiful hands and mouth. In an instant the shame washes away and you close the gap between the two of you, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. When you pull away, you see that she’s the one blushing now and she bites her lip while looking at you from under her lashes.

“Sunshine,” you say in a low, steady voice. She begins purring when you say her name and idly traces the length of your arm with her claw. “I would let you do anything to me.”

It’s a broad statement, you think, but ultimately entirely true. You trust all the ghouls and at this point, you know you’re only in for immense pleasure.

“Anything?” she breathes, wrapping a lock of your hair around her finger. “Would you let me ruin you?”

Her lips are on the shell of your ear all of a sudden and you feel a rush of heat in between your legs.

“Would you let me bring you to the edge over and over again until you’re begging me for release? Begging me to fill you up with my cock?” When she nips at your earlobe you let out a low moan.

“Yes,” you sigh as she lowers her head to mouth at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Please, Sunshine.”

You can feel her smiling against your skin and all of a sudden she pulls back with a bright grin.

“My room. Tonight. Second door on the left. Wear something pretty for me?”

As you nod, your mind fills up with possibilities. Sunshine presses a swift kiss to your cheek and bids you goodbye, bounding down the aisle with an extra spring in her step. As you continue reshelving the rest of the books in your cart, your mind wanders. Shit, what are you going to wear?

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Your shift finally comes to an end that evening and you make your way back up to your quarters. Wear something pretty. Alright, you think, opening your door and turning on the lights, let’s see what we’ve got. Divesting yourself of your clothes and shoes, you stand before your mirror naked and contemplative. You could wear a dress…you have that nice slinky black number. Or perhaps…

Your lips curve into a grin as you move to your dresser and begin rummaging through the top drawer. A few months ago you had bought yourself a special little ensemble, something that at the time was meant just for you to build your confidence and make you feel pretty. With a triumphant grin, you pull out the strappy black playsuit with its daring cutouts. Quickly and inelegantly you step into the garment and pull everything in the necessary directions. Your stomach flips when you finish and look at yourself in the mirror once more. It was beyond daring, it was downright lewd with the way your exposed breasts and cunt were framed. With a little delighted squeal you run to grab your bathrobe and step into your slippers before heading out the door.

Very few siblings are wandering the corridors right now, but those that are once again give you funny looks as you tighten your bathrobe around yourself. After a few more hallways you’re in the ghoul den and you hear a voice behind you call out your name. Mountain comes sauntering down the hallway and corners you against the wall.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” he purrs, caging you in with one arm and stroking the neckline of your robe. Normally you’d enjoy this, but you have a date and you’re about to tell him so when–

“MOUNTAIN!” Sunshine thunders from her doorway, face flushed and eyes wild. “She’s mine tonight. Leave.”

For such a small ghoulette she is deeply intimidating. Immediately, Mountain backs off of you with his hands raised in a gesture of compliance. He gives Sunshine a solemn nod and you look at him with a sheepish grin as he winks at you and leaves. You’re watching him depart when out of the corner of your eye you see Sunshine approach you and grab your hand, tugging you into the safety of her room.

“Sorry about that,” she says after she shuts the door behind the two of you. “The boys forget their place sometimes.”

“Oh?” you ask as you gaze around the room. It’s delightfully cluttered with trinkets and various instruments. The sheer curtains on her four poster bed are tied up neatly, and the covers are a pretty pale blue. “I’m uh…not well-versed in ghoul dynamics to be entirely honest.”

“Well traditionally,” she begins as you watch her remove her boots. “The ghouls answer to their female counterparts. We’re kind of in charge around here.”

You nod, fingers running along her duvet. She cocks her head at you as she tosses her boot behind her.

“What’s underneath that, doll?”

Whipping around to face her you blush and smile.

“Something pretty,” you say, brushing the lint off your fuzzy bathrobe. “Like you asked.”

Sunshine unbuttons her shirt and removes her suspenders, letting the garment hang open so you get a view of her chest. When she slowly stalks over to you, your grin gets wider.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she murmurs, undoing the knot at your waist and pushing the robe off your shoulders. When she gets an eyeful of your brash outfit her eyes darken and she licks her lips.

“Get on the bed,” she says hoarsely, caressing your hip. With a little panache, you crawl onto the duvet and display yourself for her. From a drawer she pulls out a length of pretty red silk before removing her bra and climbing on top of you in only her trousers. Slowly she drags her pert breasts over your belly and chest until she’s eye to eye with you.

“Beautiful,” she says quietly, stroking the side of your face. You’re dying to kiss her but when you lean forward she stays just out of reach.

“Anything?” she says and you realize she’s referring to the conversation you had earlier.

“Anything,” you whisper, body already tingling.

“Hands up, sweetheart,” she orders and you comply. She takes a moment to enjoy the way the movement thrusts your breasts forward before reaching upwards and weaving the silk between the headboard and your wrists. When it’s nice and snug she looks at you for confirmation and you nod, absolutely delighted with this turn of events.

All of a sudden she pulls back with that sinister little grin she likes to wear and she’s off the bed entirely. You’re pouting, wanting desperately for her to put her hands on you when she opens a drawer and pulls out a pale purple vibrator. You squirm, cunt clenching around nothing as you anticipate what’s to come. She’s back on the bed in an instant, settled between your legs. With a flick of her finger she turns it on the lowest setting and begins tracing your inner thighs. When it first touches your skin you jump before letting out a rush of breath. Sunshine drags the vibe up and over your mound, teasing at the hair there before bringing it down and resting it on your clitoral hood. She’s so close to where you want her to be and you let out a little whine, bucking your hips.

“Look at you,” she laughs, continuing to trace your cunt with the vibe, “already so desperate. You’ve got to be stronger than that, baby. I’m not going easy on you tonight.”

With that, she ramps up the strength of the vibrations and spreads you open with two fingers, running it flat against your cunt. When the device finally makes contact with your clit you moan loudly and your hands flex in their bindings, needing to clutch at something - the sheets, Sunshine, anything. Relentlessly she presses the vibrator against you as you thrash against the covers.

“Sunshine,” you whine, twisting your legs, “Sunshine please, fuck!”

She responds only with a smile as she brings the vibrations up to their maximum strength and you let out a sob.

“You gonna cum?” she says with a teasing lilt to her voice.

“Yes, yes, yes fuck, I’m so close, I’m so–”

And in an instant she pulls the vibe away, making you cry out.

“No! No, no, no please, please don’t stop,” you whimper, causing her to giggle.

“Told you I’m not going easy on you,” she says in an almost sing-songy voice. “But keep begging so prettily like that and maybe next time I’ll let you win.”

She waits a moment for your breathing to even out before pressing the vibrator against you once more. Again, she brings you all the way to the edge, tears streaming down your cheeks, and again, she stops.

And again.

You’ve lost count of how many orgasms she’s ruined at this point, lying on the bed feeling delirious. Sunshine just laughs and pets your thighs, watching you gasp for breath.

“Sunshine, I can’t,” you say hoarsely, voice absolutely fucked, “please Sunny, I need you. Need you so bad please, please, please.”

She leans forward and rests her chin on your belly, watching you with pure adoration.

“I know, baby,” she says, reaching up to brush her fingers against your nipple. “And you’ve been so good for me.” She presses a brief kiss against your stomach and pulls back entirely. Your eyes well up with tears, thinking she has abandoned you, when you look down and watch her strip off her trousers. You let out a euphoric laugh when she stands before you in only her lace underwear with the head of her stiff cock peeking out.

“Thank you,” you cry out, “Sunny please fuck me.”

She peels off her final garment and kneels on the bed, trailing kisses from your ankle up your leg. Her lips briefly brush against your cunt before moving reverently up your belly, tongue tracing your hardened nipples before she slips one and then the other in her mouth. You can feel the drag of her cock against your stomach as she settles on top of you. Reaching up she deftly unties the silk knot restraining you and when your hands fall loose you let out a heaving sigh. You flex your hands a few times to get the feeling back in them and then you’re on Sunshine immediately, dragging her down for a feral kiss. She nips and bites into you even as you slide your tongue against hers, rutting against your belly and moaning into your mouth. As the minutes go on, your kisses become messier, simply content to lick into each other sloppily as she pinches your nipples and cups your breasts. When she pulls back to get air, she lets out a little laugh and hangs her head.

“You have no idea how difficult it was to watch you like that over and over and over. Wanted to give up after the first time and fuck you into the mattress right away. The others were right, you know? You’re so very pretty when you come undone.”

You swell with affection and reach up to stroke her cheek, causing her to nuzzle into your touch.

“Gonna make you feel so good, doll,” she says, gripping her cock and dragging it against your clit. You buck up into the sensation and once again she spreads you open and positions herself at your entrance.

“Sunshine,” you breathe and in one swift thrust she’s buried inside you. In an instant you wrap your legs around her slender form, your arms around her neck. She fucks you slowly, intimately, deliberately, and watches you intently. Your eyes begin to slide shut in pleasure when she speaks.

“D-don’t,” she murmurs, “don’t close your eyes. Please look at me.”

So you do just that.

You’ve experienced a lot over the past few months. But something about watching this beautiful ghoulette gaze at you with such affection as she fucks you leaves you open and bare. Her eyes dart all over your face, from your eyes to your lips, drinking in everything about you. When your cunt spasms around her, her pace increases. She’s close, but you’re not quite there and she knows it. Her tail wraps around and slides in between your bodies, the spade resting against your cunt. Within seconds it’s stroking against your clit with vigorous movements, causing your back to arch off the bed. Sunshine continues to fuck into you as her tail brings you over the edge, crying out with sweet relief. The tears are once again flowing freely down your face as your legs tighten around her, repeating her name again and again like a prayer.

“Fuck you’re perfect,” she pants before jerking her hips against you once more, twice more and coming inside you with a drawn out moan. Her body twitches above you as the both of you come down from your high. Before she pulls out of you she leans forward and presses her forehead against yours. The two of you stay like that for a moment, the only sound around you being your respective heaving breaths, simply content to be in the presence of one another. When she finally moves away you whine a little at the loss of contact.

“I’m right here,” she says softly, nestling onto the bed next to you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She drapes her arm around your waist and weaves her legs into yours, pressing sweet kisses to your shoulder. You feel as if you’ve been running for miles as you stroke her arm and you tell her so.

“Yeah well,” she chuckles against you, “I went pretty hard on you tonight.”

“You did,” you concede, leaning over to kiss her curls, “but I did say ‘anything’.”

“Was it worth it?” she asks quietly as she looks up at you. You look back at her with equal affection.

“You’re worth everything,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her tightly. The two of you nod off, bodies entwined, in the warmth of Sunshine’s room.

In the warmth of Sunshine.

#sunshine x reader #sunshine x female reader #transfem sunshine #sunshine ghoulette #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

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amazingmsme · 8 months

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Under the Table

AN: Was worried I might not finish since I was leaving my nana’s house today, but I was able to get it done pretty early! Here’s day 8 with the Shelby sibs ganging up on Tommy!

Perhaps the only time the Shelby family behaved like a normal, proper one was when they sat down for dinner. The sound of silverware clanking and scraping against plates could barely be heard over soft chatter. Talks of what they did that day, requests to pass the potatoes, and compliments on a delicious meal well made. You didn't make a scene at dinner, unless you wanted to face the wrath of Aunt Polly. Dinner was when they all behaved like civilized people and held conversation. Everyone knew that, especially Ada. Thomas shot her a glare, which she returned with an innocent grin.

He felt another squeeze on his knees and swore under his breath just as he hit the underside of the table. A loud bang startled everyone, jostling plates and causing glasses to slosh precariously. Polly gave a stern and unamused look from across the table, arching a brow.

"Everything alright Tommy?" she asked, though it was clear it didn't come from a place of concern. He gave a curt nod, staring intently at his plate.

"Yes, everything's fine."

"You sure? 'Cause that's about the fifth time I've had to catch my glass before you knock it over," she said accusingly. "So what's got you so damn fidgety?"

"I assure you, I'm fine," he insisted, making Ada stifle a laugh. Tommy fixed her with a look as Polly shifted her attention. Ada beamed from ear to ear as she scribbled her nails over her brother's kneecap, making him spasm and fight back a laugh. Unfortunately for him, his family was accustomed to the sight and slowly put two and two together.

"And you? Mind sharing what's so damn funny?" she asked, cocking her head expectantly. Arthur bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, glancing at Tommy across the table.

"What, I can't be in a good mood?" she asked, leaning forward not so subtly and latching onto both of his knees. Thomas couldn't hold back the bark of laughter as he curled up, kicking the table so hard it hopped off the ground. Arthur stopped his and Polly's plates from sliding off. She was trying hard not to appear amused.

"Not if it's going to ruin our dinner," she said curtly.

"I don't see how that has anything to do with me. Tommy's the one flailin' about!" What had been one off squeezes turned into relentless ones, and he found himself sinking down in his chair as loud hysterical laughs echoed through the room.

Everyone was amused, eyes fixed on the scene before them. Arthur at this point was laughing along and managed to catch one of his brother's kicking legs. Tommy's eyes went wide and his chuckles kicked up a notch, morphing into nervous giggles as he tried in vain to stop him from taking off his shoes.

"NO! Arthur, Ihihi'll kill you!" he threatened, even holding his butter knife in a defensive position to add weight to his words, but it still wasn't enough to negate the effects of his rarely heard laughter.

"Well there's a sight you don't see everyday," Finn joked, a wide grin in his face as he watched from across the table. "Ada, don't forget to go for his ribs!"

"Nohoho, dohon't you dahahare!" he growled through gritted teeth, desperate to hold back but breathless snickers continued to push through the barricade of his teeth. He looked to Polly with pleading eyes. She was the only voice of reason in this madhouse, and the only one who wouldn't outright turn on him.

She knew she should put an end to this, to save Thomas from the wrath of his siblings and turn their attention back to their food, where it should be. But it's been so long since she's seen them all get along like this. And when was the last time she'd seen Tommy actually laugh and enjoy himself. So she really couldn't stop the fond smile that found its way on her face, or the warm feeling growing in her chest.

"Pohoholly! M-make thehem stohohohop!" he pleaded, but she saw something sparkling in his eyes and she knew: he was having fun.

"If you make him flip the table, you're all cleaning up." He scoffed indignantly at that response before chuckles and snorts overtook him once more.

"Except you Thomas, I'm sure this is already punishment enough," she teased, shooting him a wink from across the table. She grabbed her plate and glass of water and left them to their devices.

And when she heard a telltale crash followed by Tommy's smug voice, "That's what you fucking get!" she just smiled to herself. She peeked in through the doorway to see Arthur, Ada and Finn picking up scraps of food and china from the floor. Thomas stood in the corner, brushing himself off and glaring at the lot of them, fighting off his grin.

"So, was it worth it?" she asked.

"No," Tommy answered the same time the rest answered with an enthusiastic yes.

#tickletober 2023 #tickletober #tickletober day 8 #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #ada shelby #arthur shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders tickle fic #ticklish!tommy #ticklish!thomas

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avacoleman · 3 months

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It's been a minute since I've done one of these, but this nugget of an idea has been kicking around in my head as of late. here's a bit from a second chance, past/present romance. this snippet is from their college days

“Can I ask you something?”

“That sounds terribly ominous, but I suppose so, yes.”

Alex sits up, resting his back against the wall.

“Are you happy?”

Henry does a double take, brought up short completely by the question.

“Pardon me?”

Alex twirls his pencil like a drumstick between his long fingers. Henry’s head feels as if it’s in a tailspin too.

“I have my own thoughts on the whole royal family thing. They aren’t exactly…diplomatic so I’ll break tradition and keep my mouth shut. Though, I can’t help but wonder what it’s really like day to day.”

Henry frowns slightly before schooling his features.

“I don’t have anything else to genuinely compare it to. By default, I’d imagine I should be happy.”

“That’s not at all what I asked. Are you actually happy?”

Henry searches Alex's eyes. No one outside his immediate circle has ever spoken to him so bluntly before. For a moment Henry wonders if he should pull rank, but he sees the out that’s being given to him.

Alex is giving him a chance to speak freely— at least as freely as Henry can allow himself to be.

“There’s an unbelievable amount of pressure that makes it difficult at times to ever feel fully happy or content. Some days I’m not even sure if I can live up to what my life is predetermined to be.”

Alex’s brows furrow.

“How so? I mean, I get it. Life in the public eye feels more like living in a fishbowl or being under a microscope all day every day. You’ve got it even worse than me.”

Henry laughs dryly.

“I have it worse than anyone.”

“Is it really all that bad? There aren’t any parts of the gig that make it worthwhile?”

“Calling it a gig suggests that I have an actual choice or say in the matter,” Henry replies.

Alex winces a little.

“Fuck, you’re right. Sorry. I guess I just mean, is there anything about your role in the royal family that you feel appreciative of? That makes you genuinely happy to be in this position?”

Henry looks away and takes a moment to gather his thoughts, of which there are many. Alex gives him the time to parse through it all, never once becoming impatient or pressing.

“If life in the public eye is a fishbowl, then I’d equate life in the palace to that of a gilded cage. Dress it up however you might like, it’s still— at its core— akin to a prison.”

Henry sighs and shakes his head.

“I don’t mean to sound melodramatic or ungrateful. I honestly don’t. I know that being born into this family has provided me with luxuries and opportunities most people could never even dream of. All the same, it can come at a great personal cost.”

“And what’s the price you’re paying?”

Henry opens his mouth. The words dance precariously on the tip of his tongue but he swallows them down, not daring to give them room to breathe.

“I can’t say. Not right now at least.”

Alex looks even more intrigued, his head tilting slightly. Henry likes the way the light catches his eyes as they hold each other's gaze.

“Would the truth really cost you so much that you’d rather keep it as a burden instead?”

There’s no judgment in Alex’s tone, just a genuine curiosity that makes Henry desperately want to be able to confess all he’s been bottling up.

“Yes. I can’t gamble with my future like that. When it’s all said and done, a gilded cage still offers protection. Perhaps I’ve developed an acute case of Stockholm syndrome,” he tries to joke.

Alex stares at him, looking troubled by Henry’s sentiments.

“No one should be trapped in a life they don’t want to live.”

“Ah, but you see, freedom is the ultimate luxury. I’m not so sure if that’s the hand I’ve been dealt.”

“Sounds to me like you need to change the rules or maybe even play a different game altogether.”

Henry smiles wistfully.

“An inspired thought. I admire your rebellious spirit. I dare say I even envy it.”

#rwrb fic #red white and royal blue #firstprince #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #userthai #tusersonia #tuserpaige #usernicholas #usersteen #userjamiec #iuserzoe #kimmy writes

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polyamorousmood · 11 days

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hi! i'd love to get some sympathy/advice/etc from other ppl about this. so long story short my girlfriend (wonderful amazing great i am so happy with her) has a boyfriend, and i at first their rs was meant to be ephemeral, but then things changed and they realized they could make a longform commitment work out, so they tried! problem is, during the trial run, the guy realized poly wasnt working for him and he failed to communicate this well, so it caused a situation where he was very much just fishing for my partner to get in a closed rs with him. when she expressed how hurtful and wrong that was, he apologized and changed his behavior and after some more various ups and downs we've now settled into a pretty good situation where he's giving polyamory a serious try and seems sincerely committed to making it good! i trust my gf wholeheartedly and i want nothing but the best for them both, and for that brief period of time where it was ok we even had 3person dates and really special interactions, so i came to sincerely like guy a decent bit and i am cautiously but sincerely optimistic. however, by having to admit shit to himself, he's now of the mind that he'd like a much more segmented-off rs with my partner, which is fine, but also the resentment he felt towards not being able to have my gf all to himself made him lose his positive feelings towards me and now he expresses a (his words) 'goodwilled indifference' and we havent even Talked since he tried to effectively ultimatum my gf out of being poly. and that is just SO hurtful when i know i did absolutely nothing wrong to warrant the loss of what i felt was a genuinely precious and positive connection, and like, the first time ive had the chance to have a metamour! like as someone who really cares about learning how to admit fault i really cannot stress enough how much i didnt do jack shit here i was just vibing and trying to be nice and now it's just this sad thing i have to deal with. i know it has everything to do with his own preferences and insecurities and nothing to do with me, but i still feel a big child-like sense of betrayal and injustice and it makes me want to be mean and bitter and defensive ("well if you dont give a shit about me and wanna pretend i don't exist, then im gonna do the same! how do you like that, huh?" type beat). i know those feelings are to be worked with and worked through instead of acted upon, but it's still hard :-( i dont really miss *him*, really, i just miss not being in a polycule that has a member who struggles so much with polyamory. and though i trust her deeply, i am still sad and worried that this is a precarious situation that can end up hurting my partner and hampering her ability to feel free and happy in polyamory, which only adds to my mistrusting of the guy. anyone else in a similar situation, havin' to work with a poly-newbie metamour or something similar? im not crazy for getting bad vibes, despite my best hopes for them? thank you either way, i dont know enough poly people irl and ive been bursting with this shit for a bit so it helps even to just ramble it out

Yeah, I've been in similar places. Just putting the read more immediately because I don't have a good pithy introduction. But uh, TL;DRI guess? 🤷‍♀️: its totally fair for you to struggle with some negative feelings. But you are still in it together (even if he's pretending you don't exist) and the only way to the other side is through.

Its shitty, its exhausting, its infuriating. And it's all the more frustrating that you like... don't even WANT to be mad at him cause he DID apologize and now he IS trying to change the shitty parts, so you WANT to encourage that. Feels very

And it puts your mutual partner in the tough spot of having to balance⚖️ things between you two if he's unwilling to talk to you. And like, you're stuck waiting for him to come around, you can't even really DO anything, its all on HIM to prove he's not going to be an asshole forever.

And you kinda resent him for causing this much trouble basically all on his own! And then thinking he can still get all the good shit after stirring the pot! Like he tried to break you up and now you have to be the bigger person?? What kinda bullshit--

Fucking. Sucks.

I do have some advice, though as with most things, its not magic 🪄

🤬Be mad for a little bit! Allow yourself to feel it. You're not gonna wallow 🐖there, but let it hit you full force how much you dislike being in this bullshit situation. Maybe have a cry about it or throw some darts at his picture 🎯. Then, and only then,

Set it aside. Set the anger aside in your mind, set the situation aside in your discussions. Say "yup, sucks. Moving on..." and enjoy the good parts of your life.

As part of that, remember polyamory is a big ask for people who've never done it before. Him even just politely ignoring you is likely, in his mind, him compromising on everything he's believed in for years and the fundamentals of what his life will look like. That's a big deal. It's hard to do after there was previously a higher standard set, but try to give him some credit for that anyway. (Again. You are probably going to have to Be Mad first to be able to do this. That's okay. Don't skip ahead.)

I don't think having approximately the same attitude back is necessarily a bad strategy. Maybe don't do it with the petulance you presented in the ask 😝 but if you're able to just gently, non-judgmentally accept neutrality as a mode of operating with him... might save you a lot of trouble honestly🤷. Warmth is great and all, but I think it runs the risk of you burning out and feeling greater resentment down the line if it stays one sided (but you know yourself better than I do, so if you can handle it, power to you).

Know your feelings about this really well. Know what you're good with 👍, know what bothers you but you're willing to do for the good of the polycule😖, and know what really upsets you👎. Is this something you can make work long term? What changes would you need to have it work long term (including progress from him, accommodations from your partner, etc)?

Consider confronting him directly. You'll know better if that's actually a good idea in this situation than I will, but consider it. It may help you move past things to air your feelings, it may help him understand you better and vice versa, and it may lay the groundwork for a more functional relationship down the line. I must admit bias here. It is VERY important to me that things can be relaxed with my metas. The idea of refusing to engage with me feels like they're refusing to engage with the very concept of polyamory, and I that cannot work in my life - like, I run a poly blog you can guess how I value polyamory 😂 If you can be comfortable with something closer to parallel polyamory, this may be unnecessary.

And of course, through all of this, you have to talk to your partner. All of it. If you have a tendency to martyr yourself so as not to stress your partner out, overpower that tendency for this one. You are NOT doing your partner any favors by doing bottling it up. 🍾

For example, earlier I said your partner is going to have to balance things between you and your meta. It may be tempting to think you can spare her some of that by shrinking your feelings and needs, so maybe you'll just bite your tongue. However, she has to do the work anyway, and forcing her to work with incomplete information actually makes the balancing that much harder. While you shouldn't harp on them about it, she should know where you're at in all this. You owe your partner the ability to make informed decisions, and your happiness and ability to sustain a certain set-up is going to be an important factor to them! Tell them your misgivings, tell them if its going to take you some time to forgive him his bullshit, tell them if you are okay with something in the short term but don't know if you can spring it long term, tell them if you need a break from thinking about the whole damn situation. (And of course, as always, tell your partner when something feels good or is going well 😊)

It can be recovered. It will require patience. Hang in there. 🤗 I admire your commitment to figuring it out, and it sounds like you have a splendid partner who is just as committed to making it workable. I'm rooting for you all 💙💖🖤

#bad metamours #poly relationship advice #ask box is always open

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 11 months

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Hiiii!!! How're you doing? Good I hope!! ahh I'm seeing these amazing reblogs on your page and with College and my F1 brainrot I haven't been able to read Irondad fics 😭😭😭 is it okay if I ask you to give me some recommendations? preferable whump or sickfics (with fluff, lots of fluff) 👉🏼👈🏼 or like which fics did you enjoy the most this year/past 6 months 💙💙💙🩵🩵🩵🩵

Sorry for the delay in answering! I just needed to find the right time to really sit down and make a *good* list. Haha. Here is a list of what I've read recently and enjoyed a lot. Some of it fits better into your criteria than others, and some of them are still in progress, but here's the list! Don't forget to kudos and comment!!

[fic list with links below the cut!]

Paradigm shift by Bergen (T) In Progress (I love where this one is going! Lot's of fun surprises)

Peter got a Stark phone when he was ten. Adrian took him to a big store with lots of TV screens that all played the same video of Tony Stark declaring to the world that he was Iron Man. They ducked behind the microwaves, both of them giggling as Adrian stuffed the phone under Peter’s sweater.

They walked right out the door without tripping the alarm, and Adrian bought him ice cream to celebrate

After his parents die, Peter is taken in by the Toomes’ family. Things slowly, then quickly spiral out of control. All Adrian wants is to take revenge on Tony Stark. All Peter wants is to do the right thing. Why is that so much harder than expected?

Spaghetti and Red Wine by arthropodwithapen (M) In Progress (Lots of good whump moments but also some fluff and angst!)

After Peter's precarious position goes from bad to worse time and time again, he is left all alone with nothing but his anger and resentment at the world to keep him company. He wonders how much more he can take and whether the growing grudge between him and the Avengers will be enough to finish him off for good. Will he be able to complete his mission in time? Does he even want to anymore?

Of course. He is Spider-Man and he has a job to do. And he'll do it even if it kills him. For everyone else's sake.

Strands in the Rope series by Sara (ctrsara) @ctrsara (T) Complete (this whole series and its follow-up are super great. Lots of angst, misunderstandings, and of course, a whole ton of fluff)

A collection of insights starting after the events of Homecoming, mostly from Tony's perspective. The relationship that Tony and Peter had built by the time Infinity War happened (or not - I'm not a big fan) wasn't built on any big world-ending events, but on countless lab sessions, movie nights, smaller emergencies, and conversations. All of these combined to form a bond between them just as strong as blood ties, and just as unbreakable. I feel like we missed out on all that on-screen, so I can never read enough stories that would maybe cover that period. There is a follow-up series called, Unbroken Strands.

Please, Help Me by Muikelle (Not Rated) In Progress (So. Much. Whump.)

Mj watched as they pride apart the car. Her car. The only car she had, the one Tony had gifted her as a graduation gift. The car she and Peter first- well. Anyways. Then Peter was being moved out of it, and slow motion had taken over once more. She was standing to go get to him, he needed her. She needed him. But a man stopped her, told her to sit down, or something of the likes. She was pissed off when they closed the ambulance door and finally took off with her inside, she didn't need to be in there, she needed to be with Peter.

Or Mj and Peter get into a car crash when coming home from spring break.

Iron Dad: Coming Home by JAWorley (T) Complete (I just started reading this but so far it's really great!)

Cold, tired, hungry, and homeless, 14 year old Peter Parker gets taken in by Adrian Toomes and his crew. Mr. Toomes is a great guy who teaches Peter how to survive on the streets, and Peter loves him for it, despite that Mr. Toomes hates Peter’s hero Iron Man and says Tony Stark is out to line his own pockets by stepping on the little guy. When Iron Man appears one day and presents Spider Man with an opportunity too good to pass up, Peter finds himself having to make up his mind about what ‘helping the little guy’ really means. Peter also begins to find out some ugly truths about the things Adrian Toomes and his crew are making, and has to decide if the safety Toomes offers is worth throwing Spider Man’s mission and morals out the window. Can he find that same safety with Mr. Stark? So much of Peter’s future hangs in the balance and depends on the choices he makes. An anti-hero and an anti-villain are just one step over the same line in a different direction.

Double-sided Coin by kingdomfaraway @asyouleft (G) Complete (I have never read anything like this before and it was so so good!)

The Iron Man rarely had assignments that weren’t direct kill orders.

Usually he was given a weapon and a target, with the strict instructions of leaving no one alive, target and witness alike. They didn’t expect him to make too much conversation, to integrate himself into the person’s life, to find a way to gain the target’s trust. He was not a spy. He was a machine made to kill, to take down threats to HYDRA, and to preserve the Greater Good.

When the assignment came from high up to kidnap, not kill, a young boy, Peter Parker, he was a little baffled.

(or How to Make a Deadly Assassin Adopt You: A HYDRA!Tony fic)

How to Get Banned from Monaco (again) by niniblack @niniblack (T) Complete (This is so funny and so perfectly in character. I love it.)

Tony texts Rhodey before they leave for Monaco:

two rules for this trip

don’t let Peter out of your sight

don’t let him do anything Pepper would get mad about

Rhodey: that second one doesn’t leave many options

will you make me a lot of pancakes (when we meet again?) by Peng_Peng (G) Complete (This is some great Ironfam whump, right here!)

Five times hurting you + Five times receiving your kindness.

Peter knew from the first time they met that the kid wasn't going to like him. But Peter could do that. She was his first and only sister after all.

A New Point of View by waitingondaisies (T) Complete (This one is si so fun with lots of funny and serious moments. It's a good balance)

Peter rushes out of school to join Tony in fighting the aliens that appear over New York, leaving behind the problems that plague his life.

He ends up leaving them behind for far longer than expected when an alien substance causes him to swap bodies with Tony. They agree to live each other’s lives to keep the mishap under wraps, giving each of them an up-close and personal view of the other’s hidden problems.

Peter will come to learn that Tony’s life isn’t as glamorous as it appears, and Tony will come face to face with all of the things that Peter never told him about: bullies, unfair teachers, and economic struggles.

Saving the World Does Not a Hero Make by Azure_K_Mello (M) Complete (This isn't an Irondad fic so much as it's an older MCU/X-Men Crossover but I read it again recently because I love it so much)

Years ago, Tony Stark created a brutal weapon. Even when he was the Merchant of Death, he couldn’t bring himself to put it on the market. But, when S.H.I.E.L.D. learned of its existence, they wanted it. Deciding Spider-Man was the weakest link in Iron Man’s armor, Captain America, Black Widow and Falcon were sent to apprehend him — hoping he either knew where the weapon was or that they could trade him to Tony for it.

But, apprehending a fifteen-year-old is more correctly be termed as kidnapping. And what S.H.I.E.L.D. called interrogation was, in actuality, torture. And, when push came to shove, Peter had to save himself when no one else was going to help.

And my shameless self-promotion...

Threenager by happyaspie (G) Incomplete

While on patrol, Peter is struck by a spell that turns him into a toddler. Or mostly into a toddler. His memories, intellect, and experiences are still intact. Unfortunately, that makes being trapped in a toddler's body, with a toddler's motor skills that much harder. His legs are too short, and his fingers are too uncooperative. He can’t ride in the car without a super claustrophobic car seat. He can’t even wash his hands without help and it's all very frustrating. Between the teasing, Tony does his absolute best to help.

I could add so much more to this list, but I think I'll stop here. Haha. As far as sickfics go, @sicktember is coming up soon and I know *I* will have plenty to add to the genera during that event!! So be on the lookout for that, my friend! And Thank you so much for asking me to compile this list!!

#asked and answered #marvel fic rec #irondad fic rec #irondad and spiderson #peter parker #tony stark #spider-man #iron man #mcu #marvel #x-men #fanfic rec list #irondad #spiderson #mcu fanfiction #irondad fic recs

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hollowwrites · 11 months

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The Gardener and The Alchemist

Part 1

Garreth x MC

Summary - Garreth asks you to break into Honeydukes…again

Based on a recent poll…I’m aware this is a Ominis heavy blog but would you guys be interest in some Garreth? I’m working on a part 2 now for my own sake but…do want?

Feel free to swap Maeve with MC or Y/N

Warnings - Infrequent cussing (he’s a Weasley after all), fluffy big himbo energy from our boi

Word Count - 1413

It seemed as though everyone at Hogwarts had their own secret room.

Ominis and Sebastian had their Undercroft. Well, more specifically, Ominis did. Sebastian sort of appeared there at the least opportune times and would get scolded for it by Ominis.

Poppy had the run of the entire Forbidden Forest. The forest itself seemingly parting its trees for her to giddily skip through to all the magical beasts that lived within.

Maeve had her Room of Requirement, which, as of late, seemed to be getting smaller as she needed it less and less.

And Garreth?

Garreth had the One Eyed Witch passageway.

It wasn’t half as extravagant as the other hidden alcoves in Hogwarts but it suited his needs perfectly.

And by ‘needs’ he meant access to free potion ingredients and a quiet place away from his Aunts eyes.

It was also beautiful in its own way.

The way the light reflected off the water, plastering the rock face with delicate, dancing lights always soothed Maeve. She’d lie for hours next to Garreth on the tiny embankment by the hidden pool. He would tinker away, whilst she watched the ethereal illuminations and listening to the soft tinkling of water dripping from stalactites above. He made a conscious effort not to cause too much noise whilst he dabbled in various experimentations and concoctions. A feat he achieved easily as most of the disturbances in class, were in fact, on purpose.

He’d never actually admit that though.

But how had he managed to not blow up a single cauldron in their time together but did so in class…Every. Time.

He smirked whenever she questioned him, feigning ignorance and continuing his elaborate lie.

‘Of course it’s an accident. I didn’t mean to drop 15 dugbog tongues in. They just slipped out of my hands. Wriggly Bastards. Made class more fun though didn’t it?’

Maeve had to admit she missed his presence in other classes, wishing there was another wild card or character that could pull her out of the mundane.

Especially History of Magic.

As much as she loved her bi-weekly nap session with Ominis, she yearned for…literally anything to happen in that class. What she wouldn’t do to see how Garreth would mess with Professor Binns? Would Binns even notice?

“Explain to me how you’ve convinced me to break into Honeydukes…again?” Maeve asked staring at the precarious pathway over the water, its platforms long since fused in an upright position.

“You liked my fizzing whizz beer didn’t you?” Garreth turned towards her on the pedestal in front, offering her a hand to skip over to him.

“Yes” she sighed “Didn’t think I’d have to come with you though”

“You’re my partner in crime how could I not include you in our second Billywig freeing!…” His hand pulled away as he spoke, gesturing uproariously as though he were conducting an orchestra “…The Great Liberation of…I’ll stop”

“I thought you were doing solo missions now?” She asked peering over the edge into the unknown depth below

“I am, well, I was but…security has increased somewhat so I thought I’d bring my lovely assistant.”

“Partner? Lovely Assistant? They really must have scared you up there for you to be buttering me up like this”

“It’s not like that” he said suddenly very serious. His eyes bore into hers, until the sparkle of mischief returned to them “Maybe I just like buttering you up”

She rolled her eyes before leaning forward to grab his hand, making the small jump over to his platform as he pulled her towards him.

Maybe he forgot that she was smaller than he was or maybe he did it on purpose, either way, she came crashing into his chest with enough force to knock them both over.

He stood steadfast however, as her weight pushed into him. Her hand flew to his chest, cushioning the blow.

Had…he always been this muscular?

The grip he had on her hand was firm but gentle. A strength she didn’t realise he possessed. Lugging those heavy cauldrons around the Potion classrooms must have worked wonders on his physique over the years. She absentmindedly dragged her hand across the hard panels of his chest to his shoulders and down his arm.

“You okay?” Garreth asked concerned, after she didn’t say anything, mistaking her brainless ogling for shakiness.

“Oh…er yes fine. I just…I can’t swim so…being near water makes me a little uneasy” she lied clumsily, releasing his arm and hand waiting for him to do the same. His hand twisted around to capture her fingers again, firmly holding her hand.

“Don’t let go till we’re over this then, just one more platform. Will you be alright?” He asked genuinely

“I’ve done this alone remember? Two years ago? The Original Billywig Freeing?” He smiled at her recalling his silly antics.

“I know. And now I know you can’t swim, I feel just awful. You came down here, all alone…I really was a bit of a shit to you when you started. Why didn’t you tell me to bugger off?”

“Oh Garreth, I could never say no to you” she squeezed his hand as they got closer to the last edge

“Pfft Typical Hufflepuff” he released her hand and turned his back to her. Squatting slightly, he patted his butt. “Come on. Hop on”

“Absolutely not. You’re mad”

“Listen…” he turned back to her somewhat, dramatically looking over his shoulder “I can step over this gap easily. It’s not my fault, you’re so short, now…” he turned again “Hop. On.” he punctuated his command with yet more slaps to his own rear.

“Fine” she sighed catching Garreths smirk as he turned back around “this is undignified” she continued hitching up her knee length skirt. “Wipe that smile off your face”

“Apologies, my lady. You’re steed awaits”

This is not how she had imagined her afternoon going. This was silliness. She was perfectly capable of traversing this cavern on her own. So why did she agree to hitch a ride on Garreths back?

She snaked her hands up his back to his shoulders, taking in his muscles once more.

Ah…this was why.

Any excuse to get closer to him.

“Ready?” She asked. He neighed in response “I’m going to assume that’s a yes”

She hopped up onto his back, wrapping her legs around his waist. His hands cupped around the backs of her knees, with his thumbs firmly planted in the soft flesh of her thigh. He was sure to feel her heart thumping into his back. If he did, he never mentioned it. He simply made a few tester jumps, wiggling her into a more comfortable position and causing a giggly shriek to burst from Maeve.

He loved making her laugh.

It was the most beautiful sound he had ever encountered.

With little to no effort at all, he easily strode over the small gap and they were soon back on solid ground. Maeve realised quickly how tightly she had gripped around Garreths neck, her knuckles white as she held her own arms. The vice like grip she had around his head caused him to cough meekly.

“You don’t have to get down but at least loosen your grip” he strained “Scary part’s over now”

“I know…sorry” she loosely dangled her arms around him, her fingertips grazing his chest as he walked with more pep in his step than needed. He bounced towards the hatch leading up into Honeydukes, and lowered himself for her to climb off. As soon as her feet touched the floor again he began removing his robes and waist coat.

“What are you doing?” she asked eyebrow raised

“I’m clumsy enough as it is, I don’t need billowing school robes knocking things over whilst I’m trying to be sneaky.”

She watched as he rolled the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt up to his elbows. The spattering of freckles over his forearms had not gone unnoticed. Her eyes fell over other parts of him and she wondered if they were covered in freckles too. Wait…

“Did you just say you were clumsy?! You just carried me over what would basically be certain death”

“I would never be clumsy with you” he patted the top of her head “precious cargo” she opened her mouth to scold him. Before she could, he shrugged and cast the Disillusionment Charm over himself. “Onward and upwards, after you” the glimmer of Garreth said and she followed suite, derobing and ascending the ladder.

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vindieselsfacebook-blog · 7 months

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Ranking 7 photos algorithmically served to me attempting to aesthetically stage a Gilmore Girls rewatch

7. Coming in dead last is this disgustingly tragic and confusing combination of frozen mini pizzas and what appears to be a stemless wine glass full of orange juice??? positively hanging on for dear life to a thin, cracked cutting board that looks like it started its life in the Target dollar spot. I can't imagine a more nightmarish stain on my bland white sheets or frustrating debris to try and drain from my laptop keyboard than the pukey combination of marinara sauce and sticky juice, nor can I imagine a more depressing excuse for a comfort meal. Praying this person is a 12 year old trying to feel fancy by stealing a stemless wine glass from their mom while they were distracted by an episode of The Bachelor. Also, can we not find a single vibey Ikea lamp to turn on? Not cropping out the cable in the top right corner is an extra ominous choice. Bonus point for the gay sounding caption caught on screen though. 1/10

6. All I can think of looking at this cursed image is innocently uncrossing my legs and flipping the entire set-up over, spilling sugary milky foamy pumpkin coffee all over my twee cotton sheets, crushing burnt cookie crumbs all up in my grill, poopy melted chocolate chip stains everywhere, and setting my fluffy synthetic pillows ablaze. Making sure the food items are resting unwisely on your laptop but straight up nestling two Glade clearance candles right on your bed is extremely unwell behavior. 2/10

5. These cookies look like hamburger buns with jam and I hate thinking of the texture of them in my mouth but at least the hearts are trying and the waffle knit of the blanket looks cozy. The plate looks like it's resting on crossed legs rather than an actual bed this time. Good job with no open flames!!! 3/10

4. This looks like a second attempt from #6 - these cookies look like an upgrade, even down to the cutesy plate. They're livin' on the wild side with black coffee directly on the bed this time, but I guess that's less insane than multiple lit candles. I'm imagining this poor girl applying lipstick to kiss her list of things she loves which include "2000's movies", "stars/moon", and "pretty clothe" and I realize I am mocking a very lonely little girl and now I feel bad. Keep on binging GG, friend, you need it!!! 4/10

3. First off, trying to post ~aesthetic GG content with tea instead of coffee? Who are you, Luke Danes??? Points subtracted immediately. You're expecting me to think you're just casually whipping up a batch of cinnamon rolls, watching GG AND reading a novel? You're either watching or reading, doll, I simply refuse to accept both. That book is stressing me out. Get a bookmark! 4/10

2. I had to really study this one and decide if it was the same person as the previous photo. It may be, but this one features some important upgrades - that mug may possibly be coffee, the gray sweater looks fuzzy and comforting, cute manicure, and the cinnamon rolls are positively drowning in icing which I respect. I am once again judging your casually open book you fucking liar, but I enjoy the natural lighting and practical desktop surface. I refuse to entertain the thought that a GG rewatch can hit even a little bit on a tiny propped up iPad though. Give me a big TV and a couch/bed or nothing. 5/10

Now this is what I'm fucking talking about!!! Commit to the bit, people. This person put their whole pussy into making that delightful looking drink and stuck to the pumpkin theme. There's some pleasant mood lighting going on and I buy that this could be a tablescape rather than a crowded obstacle course on a twin bed. I am actually curious to try one of those cookies and the sweater weather candle is no doubt contributing positive vibes to the room. All precarious items are safely crowded onto a tray. Still hate the iPad but whatever. 8/10

#gilmore girls #my gg brainworms #i need a hobby lol

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kerorowhump · 6 months

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i watched ep 226 and i have some thoughts about it...

keroro being suspected for something he didn't do is often par for the course, and granted it's both because of his status as an invader and for his tendency to actually cause trouble

[pictured: some examples off the top of my head of - mostly natsumi - assuming the worst from him]

but this episode to me is fascinating because of what else it brings up in relation to it. remember red oni blue oni? keroro's conflict about... on one side, keron, on the other, pekopon... about being seen as both the villain and the hero, so his position isn't threatened, while trying not to lose his friends on both sides. he doesn't actually want to be an invader, but it's tied to a lot of shit like his self esteem and... well, stuff I talked about in the past.

I think at least subconsciously he is afraid that his precarious position may blow up in his face eventually, and that is why he's jealous of everything that threatens it by being similar enough to him/receiving enough praise that he feels he might get replaced by it. he needs his position to be exclusive, because if it isn't, he doesn't have any merits for it ("leaders don't really do anything..." "I coasted along" "what makes me great?"). it feels like this is not just a random insecurity from lack of self esteem or fear from his unstable situation on its own (as an invader/"freeloader", feeling guilty for living in their house and causing them trouble) either, but ALSO projection from the fact that canonically yeah, he IS replaceable - that is a real constant threat for him. the clones? what makes him special?

[funny how many meetings keroro does where he's actually just venting lmao, he's got his priorities all out of whack ... or rather his feelings don't matter if they can't somehow be integrated into a mission?]

[pictured: the aformentioned projection dearimasu]

[keroro processing his feelings alone like he always does. loneliness and being misunderstood r such key parts of his character.]

But I think a similar emotion is true from Fuyuki's side, who's always been a bit lonely and overshadowed, so he'd be afraid of his trust being betrayed... but nevermind that, I like seeing keroro's situation specifically explored, because...

he knows he didn't do anything wrong, but his relationship with fuyuki means more than ego. he's willing to set it aside, and besides... it's easier with the guilt he already feels due to his situation, to apologize, because fuyuki means more to him than being right... his friends mean a lot to keroro, that's why relationship trouble with them so easily throws his emotions off balance. why he has to resort to everything else (denial, acting out, projection of guilt, people-pleasing, hiding how he feels, selfishness, etc), but with fuyuki in particular, I think it feels like the one relationship he hasn't messed up yet. honestly that person who said he's a dororo parallel was SO onto something...

they both love each other, but they're not infallible, so they'll let each other down, they'll misunderstand, they'll let their own feelings and fears and past experiences get in the way. they're not technically on the same side, after all

[the field trip misunderstanding... or you could say, keroro assumed earth is like keron? that they're two sides at war?]

but at the end of the day they still love each other, they are healing for each other and for what it's worth, they saved each other...

but that's the thing to me is that, by merely existing in his life, I think keroro feels like he's being a weight to him. that he's doing something wrong, that it's selfish of him to want to stay. that he has to earn it and yes, that he's not needed (AKA REPLACEABLE...).

trust is something that has to be built in a friendship but... due to keroro's situation... he can never fully prove himself one way or another (it would mean treason...) and in this ep I see the tragedy of that. fuyuki loves him, and generally trusts him, but it's not like keroro hasn't broken his trust in the past or gone too far, it's not like his planet and plans aren't still a danger for them, no matter how he feels about it...

#musing #keroro #headcanon #ep 226 #this post took me four hours to write lol #kms

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thegirlisuedtobe · 11 months

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hey your post were you mention the narrator of rebecca lies by omission is haunting (pun intended teehee) me, what did you mean when you said she lies by omission, feel free to rant btw

-💗

Did you mean [this] post?

AHH!! mrs de winter,,, that girl is a liar and the most conniving woman i have ever had the pleasure of reading jk

but actually i mean it tho that she does lie by omission. i tagged this as the musical but in terms of the show, i dont think she actually lies in that one, especially as far as how most actors in that role interpret her character.

but book mrs de winter?? my goodness,,,, when i made this post the scene i was really thinking was the prologue for the most part, when shes describing her life living with maxim at that hotel after the fire. there's this kind of way where shes saying shes content but like against her descriptions about the kind of glamour that manderley had, their quaint life together feels so,,, dreary, like a half existence, not really a life not really in death yknow? if u read in between the lines at this listless kind of development of setting, shes saying all these things about living an ordinary life but in a tone where shes not satisfied with it at all,,,

this quote from the the top of chapter 2 is like one that gets referenced a lot but people never quote the whole thing, she says "we have conquered ours, or so we believe." like first of all who the fuck says "or so we believe" in a statement where shes trying to justify or rationalise the ordeal that they went through and the outcome of it (being this dreary life) as a net positive,,, like why are u being so ominous now,,, and then the next line "the devil does not ride with us" like babe,,, ur not being honest with yourself,,,, u just said "oh we conquered ours, jk unless,,, but we did yknow," she has such a flip floppy way of framing things that makes u question which is it really? i think its a testament to that idea of rebecca being a mirror and finding what you want to see, and for me i see this person desperately trying to frame something that is still deeply affecting her to this present day as if it doesnt. like someone else who might wish to feel the same way might only see the oh we've conquered it and not pick up on the unease of or so we believe, just that the devil does not ride us anymore. to a reader who wants to see that, they will interpret this quote as a triumph, which often is usually the case.

like she says that the unrest has "mercifully stilled" but at the drop of a hat "the past is still too close to us." their situation remains in this precarious balance, if they go too far in any direction they endanger this so called peace,,, this is not a life that has progressed beyond what happened,,,

and the cherry on top is this beautifully long gorgeous passage that is EXPOSING HER for her lies about being happy in this small hotel half-existence with maxim. u just have to read all of it actually to understand, and if u dont, well,,,

(i also annotated it; red is the negative aspects, blue is the postive/their ordinary life, and green is when she starts talking about manderley and her love of that place)

i feel like its so easy to attribute the love of manderley as being primarily held by danny or by rebecca or by maxim even, but the person who loves manderley most in this novel (yes by virtue of it being a first person pov but also bc its true) is mrs de winter. i highlighted in my physical copy of rebecca ever single time she mentioned manderley in a very flattering or loving way and its basically the whole book. she loves this castle, this place is the epitome of all her aspirations; becoming a lady, rising in class status, the image of a perfect marriage a perfect home a perfect family, manderley holds all of that in her heart so when she talks about manderley she exposes herself so deeply if you are willing to listen to her.

that part about her saying "colour and scent and sound, rain and the lapping water, even the msits of autum and the smell of the flood tide," these things that quite truly colours our quality of life are "secret indulgences" implies that these inherent basic things that make life beautiful are things she cant access without rocking the seemingly still peace that they have. especially with the way that maxim reacts to it and how she picks up on that. she has to rely on the dull and the boring monotonies to continue that so called peace even though thats not whats personally fulfilling for her,,, the line where she says "we prefer to store up our excitement; the result of a cricket match played many days ago means much to us" ,,, doesnt that sound so sad? theyre not even living in the moment anymore, if they did i think it would kill them to be quite honest.

so many of the positive/ordinary lifestyle descriptions are weaved against these pitiful sounding statements and its truly like,,, why stitch it like this? if daphne du maurier wanted us to feel like this was the life that was better, the one that you should choose or idealise, than the chaos of manderley why did she write it like this? why not just say that she was happy, why add those hints of melancholy?

and because of that i feel like shes lying by omission. its like all these things shes saying are half truths. its true that ordinary or even dull days are better than chaotic ones because youre not pained by such hurtful circumstances but at what cost? the joy and excitement of life? its like all of her descriptions of their life after the fire are backhanded compliments,,,, im just so curious about the other half that she isnt saying,,, when she doesnt say what shes implying it just feels like what she did say was a lie by omitting the rest of it.

does that make sense? do u get it?

#rebecca daphne du maurier #rebecca das musical #rebecca korea #like theres soooooo many passage that read like this in the book its kind of insane............#i also cut it out from this bc it was getting long but legit the next page she forgets shes not supposed to be #indulging in manderley memories but her mind just wanders and then all of a suddent shes thinking about danny so #like u can say ur over it and then keep dreaming about manderley!! U ARE A LIAR THE EPITOME OF AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR!!#i love her so much <3

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man makes a post specifically about /mike's/ level of comfort to do overtly gay shit, and how often it's /will/ who gets written as the uncomfortable one, people read it on mike and will's ability to do public gay shit /together/ in hawkins. okay

stopppfbshsjsbsbd it's ok 💔 the mike angst jus doesn't hit like the will angst does on bylertruther.edu.gov i guess.. they were going based off of someone else's tags so thts why it steered tht way i think.

one day we will be able to acknowledge that mike's inability to withstand even the most innocent and brief of touches with will specifically and his constant pushing will away and hyperfocusing on el may be something more in the realm of mike struggling with his sexuality and his feelings and choosing to focus on the less scary and more "normal" thing as a means of trying to get control over his situation instead of just.... (looks at the gen tag) assuming that mike is a gay disaster with no depth who is in a relationship with a girl he knows he doesn't romantically love but obviously that's as deep as that goes and there's nothing more to it or troubling about that at all? okay ❤️

mike can't hug will, can't even brush arms with him, but that's just because.... (checks tag again) will is so unbelievably sexy that it melts his brain? ok. mike is in a relationship with a girl he doesn't like Like That or in the Correct way and he STAYS in it even though he feels like shit and tries his best to make it work and worries the entire time over it way more than even she does.... but nah. he's fine! he's got that shit on lock bc he's clearly the king of compartmentalizing and self-acceptance. he'll jump right into that gay shit easy peasy and kiss will on the mouth asap!!

like. jdvdjsnshahajsn. rambling in this ask bc my tummy hurty which is making me feel like my brain is a box of bees tht someone just shook but i just. mike as a character is so endlessly fascinating there's an entire WORLD to explore in him as a queer dude in his precarious position like. it's a wealth of angst it pulls at your heartstrings he feels so much but he can't express it he Refuses to express it until he has no other choice and they're at the literal end of the fucking line he ruins things and then he tries desperately to fix them he knows his loved ones so well that he knows just where to strike and what to say to make it better like he's just . he thought he had to let go of what he loved to be a man he quit holding and touching his gay best friend that he has feelings for and tossed him to the side in favor of his gf who is supposed to resemble him.

i just. HE LITERALLY DOES THAT WITH NO ONE ELSE?! AND YOU GUYS (/gen) THINK ITS WEIRD AND CRAZY AND OOC FOR HIM TO BE HESITANT TO DO GAY SHIT..... TO BE SCARED TO ENGAGE WITH THAT PART OF HIMSELF EYES WIDE OPEN KNOWINGLY WALKING INTO THE LIGHT AND EMBRACING THAT LARGER THAN LIFE CHANGE WHICH IS SO OFTEN A DEATH SENTENCE........ YOU THINK IT'D BE WEIRD OF MIKE WHEN WE ALREADY KNOW HE DOESN'T ALLOW HIMSELF THE SAME GRACE, UNDERSTANDING, OR ACCEPTANCE AS HE DOES OTHERS?

takes a deep breath and plops down on ur dash . i jus have a lot of Mike Feelings okay ...... i see an opportunity to speak on him n i Take it!!!!!!! there is so much to him and his experience and people just don't want to come anywhere near it or any of the possibilities and it Kills me it really does .

#the ppl on tht post were right im not saying they were wrong at all we were jus having diff conversations ❤️#bc although it can be fun to read about Out and Proud mike chasing will ..... i do like to consider the natural continuation of what we've #seen on our screen and the way that mike would approach a romance with another boy. for himself first and foremost #it's such a common queer experience and yet... it gets no love or acknowledgement here #ive said it fifty times but mike couldn't even hug or touch will................. meanwhile he was hugging and touching other dudes.....#the difference? mike doesn't have feelings for those dudes. so the true difference is the homosexuality involved.#laikeeeeeeeeee im just saying............... even will can continue to touch other dudes even the ones he's in love with..........#but mike can't..... and mike is the one that pushes will away and lashes out and gets mean and acts weird....#but somehow the idea of mike not being as enthusiastic or eager as a lot of ppl assume is Weird. ok ❤️#asks

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 2 years

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The Fate You Fight - Pt. 3

Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.7k

[TFYF Masterlist]

Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading

Warnings: mention of abuse, description of violence, language, mention of attempted suicide

Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.

A/n: okay, now we've caught up with what ive written so far, and im replenished in serotonine (your comments give me so much of it you have no idea), so it should make it easier for me to finish writing this piece. Although stressing out because im getting my wisdom teeth removed soon so rip me. Anyway, love you guys, i hope you like this chapter! <3

Taglist: @red1culous @yenmaximoff (since you said you wanted more)

A few more days went by, and Wanda assured you she was fine with you going back to the office most of the day. She seemed to really be doing better now that she had people who supported her, but she seemed bored. You quickly discovered that her life before all this rarely gave her time to find a hobby outside of watching old tv shows. When with the Avengers she spent most of her time training, and before that she was a lab rat, so that wasn't fertile soil to develop interests.

Still, she made an effort to find an occupation, she started reading, tried Anath's video games, even played around with some old art supplies you bought once upon a time and never truly picked up later on. But nothing seemed to really scratch the itch.

Then one day, as Anath was home - she had inherited a week of night shift - and watching the news, a report came about an ongoing battle in the center of Manhattan where the newest members of the Avengers were fighting some terrible danger and were in a really precarious position. Wanda looked at the report in horror, then outside the window from where she could see a column of smoke rising. Before she had even time to think about it, she went to the balcony and jumped into action.

Immediately your best friend called you to inform you of what just happened, and you had to excuse yourself as you went to the closest computer near you, pushing the hands of its user to take control.

"Hey! What's wrong with you Y/ln?"

"Shut up, Dave."

You pulled up a live news feed and looked as your soulmate just arrived on the fight scene just in time to save the new Black Widow and Hawkeye from being crushed by debris. She then flew to the danger and what looked like a very violent battle started while the news anchor commented on the witch's return.

You had a bad feeling about this.

At least the fight didn't last since Wanda took care of the threat in a few minutes, top, before taking off into the unknown. You bolted from the office, trying to get a hold of Wanda's phone, unsuccessfully.

Shit.

Was she going to be okay? She hadn't used her powers in a while, and after the Sokovia Accords she kept a low profile since she was a fugitive. Her appearing out of nowhere like that was bound to bring some unwanted attention.

That was bad.

Finally, she answered her phone.

"Wanda, where are you?"

"The outskirt of the city. I didn't want to go back to your place and risk bringing attention there." That was actually smart.

"Okay, ping me your location, I'm picking you up. In the meantime, stay hidden."

She did what you asked for, and after a while she was climbing in your car. Immediately she noticed how white your knuckles were on the wheel.

"Y/n…"

"Not now." Your voice was strained and dry, trying to hide any form of emotions.

Wanda recoiled in her seat while your eyes stayed glued on the road. The way home was quick but heavy with what you left unsaid, but what worried her even more was the lack of your voice in her head. Were you truly not thinking anything, or did you cut her off? She had no way to tell, so when you closed the door behind you she turned to face you, eyes already filling with tears. But before she could say anything, you crashed into her in a crushing hug.

"I was so scared, Wanda, so scared." You plunged your face in the crook of her neck, taking deep breaths. She smelled like sweat and smoke after her fight.

"I'm okay Y/n, I'm good," she reassured you as she finally laced her arms around you, rubbing your back in slow circles. "I don't even have a scratch, I swear."

You actually took the time to examine her, backing away, your eyes roaming her in search of any visible wound. You nodded. Good. That was good. Still, you brought her in your arms again. You wanted to feel her against you, solid, there. When you finally let your arms slide off of her she took your hands in hers, her fingers still black at the tip but slowly going back to normal with time, and squeezed them gently.

"You feeling better?" She asked and you nodded.

Everything was good. There was just a question burning on your tongue but you had no idea if you should ask it. It was none of your business, you thought. On the other hand…

"Are you going to get back into superheroing?" You asked in a worried whisper.

Her eyebrows furrowed at the question as if she didn't think about it. And she didn't. "I don't know," she answered in a confused tone, because she truly had no idea. "I… I acted on instinct. They were kids. I had to do something."

You thought about it, pinching your lips before you nodded. "Okay."

"You're not mad?" She tilted her head at that, some more confusion etched on her face.

"No, no, I'm not mad. I–" you stammered and looked up at the ceiling as you looked for your words. "I was worried, but also… you're a kickass hero, and I kind of told you to do good. And if for you it means going out there and fighting, so be it."

"O-okay, that's… I'm… I don't know yet if–" she breathed out shakily. "I don't know if I will do that too often."

"That's good, I mean, fine, you know. Do that as often as you want," you rambled a bit and she laughed, and you did too. "God, you were so cool out there!"

You laced your fingers with hers and leaned forward so your foreheads touched.

"It felt good to help again."

"Okay, how about celebratory take out? Chinese?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head when another voice sounded from the living room.

"I'm open to chinese."

Anath smirked at you and you blushed. You had completely forgotten she was here, and apparently Wanda had too since she was getting almost as red as her hair.

Your best friend laughed, and you took your phone out to get the food.

"Sooo, Y/n," Anath started and you could see she wanted something.

You raised your eyebrows. "Yes, Anath?"

"Wanda hasn't been using the guest room for a while." Where the hell was she going with this? "And my dad is coming to town for a conference soon."

Ah, that's where she was going. "And you want him to stay here."

She nodded sheepishly.

"I'll talk to her about it." You didn't even know what you were supposed to talk about exactly. You narrowed your eyes at Anath. "When is he coming?"

"In two days."

You drank your coffee. You were not looking forward to having that conversation.

"Sooo, Wanda," you started in a very similar way as Anath did earlier. Wanda frowned and let you continue while she steered the food in the pot.

"Anath's dad will be in town, and she'd like him to stay here. And you know. You've been sleeping with me. I mean, in my room, I mean, you know." You were feeling so flustered, it was getting ridiculous. Lately you had found yourself more nervous than usual around Wanda, your heart beating in your chest stronger than ever.

"Are you asking me to move in your room?" She was now arching an eyebrow and you felt dumb with your sweaty palms.

"It's just temporary, then–"

"Okay." Your eyes widened. "I'll move to your room."

"Oh, good. Huh. Temporarily?"

"If you want it to be."

You looked to the side, a hand on the back of your neck. "Let's try it out before we make any big decision."

It doesn't have to mean anything, after all. You would be fine, right? You were not at all developing a giant crush on Wanda after all, mhm, nope, never.

Two days later, you had emptied a few of your drawers for Wanda to fully move in your room for the week to come. It felt oddly natural to have her take up more of your personal space, but it also left you feeling uneasy, trapped by an all knowing universe, and it bothered you deeply. But as usual, you repressed your emotions as deeply as possible so you wouldn't have to think about it. So when Anath's dad, Ephraim, finally arrived, everything was ready.

As usual you spent a good five minutes listening to them exchange in Hebrew from the kitchen, not understanding anything until a translation seemed to pop in your head in Wanda's voice. That made you frown pretty deeply and you glanced at her as she seemed to follow the conversation along as she snacked on cashews - yours, by the way, apparently now she was okay with just stealing your food. Finally the man came to say hello to the both of you and was pleasantly surprised to hear Wanda speak Hebrew to him.

Anath threw a questioning look your way and you just shrugged. You had no idea she spoke the language or if she had any religious affiliation to begin with.

The rest of the day flew by, and you actually learned that Wanda was jewish, which, good for her. You already knew a bit from Anath but never truly took the time to study the matter that much. She admitted she didn't practice anymore, but she still received an invitation to join Anath's family during important holidays - along with the one you received every time one of them came around. You had a feeling this time you might actually take it if Wanda's thoughts were anything to go by.

The next morning as you were taking breakfast with everyone, a golden magic portal opened in your living room and Wanda immediately jumped on her feet when Dr. Strange and Wong came through. This was bad, you could tell, so you stood up too.

"Do you often have wizards coming through portals here nowadays?" Ephraim asked in a whisper towards his daughter and child-in-law.

"It's honestly starting to feel like a Tuesday," Jamie answered, Anath simply tilting her head, unable to deny it.

"Strange, what are you doing here?" A very nervous Wanda challenged, hands at the ready to use her magic.

"I could ask you the same question, Wanda. More so I should ask you the same question. I thought you died at the top of Wundagore," Strange answered, while Wong behind him was also assuming a fighting stance, just in case.

"I think I want that weird man to answer first," Anath piped up, drawing attention to her.

"I'm sorry, who, who are you?" He asked, looking at her.

"Dr. Anath Weiss. This is my apartment."

"Mine too," you added, while Jamie mumbled it and raised their hand to say they were an inhabitant too. Strange looked at the older man in the room.

"I'm just visiting, don't mind me."

He actually had a better look at him. "Are you Dr. Ephraim Weiss? You're the current director at UC San Diego Health, aren't you?"

"Oh, Dr. Stephen Strange! You used to be a prick."

This made Jamie spit out food everywhere on the table. Wong behind him seemed conflicted. He wanted to say something, but seemed to agree to a certain degree.

"Well, I'm not here to be disrespected, so, Wanda. Come with me."

You could hear a lithanie of 'no's coming from her mind and her eyes started to turn red. That was your cue to step in, so you did, taking a step to move in front of Wanda, between her and Strange.

"I'm sorry buddy, but she's not going anywhere."

He rolled his eyes, this was getting old. "And who are you?"

"Y/n Y/ln. I'm her soulmate."

He blinked at that, looking between the both of you. "But I thought–" he started, confusion all over his features, but it was quite clear what he thought for Wanda.

"You thought it was Vision."

Wait, what? Vision as in… The Vision? Hiding what you felt right now was hard, but you managed well enough since the wizards didn't seem to notice. Wanda shook her head.

"It was complicated," she said, and boy, it sounded like that. Maybe it was time to ask her some questions.

"Alright, so I take it you won't…" Strange had a look towards you, then your friends. "How about we talk about all this at Kamar-Taj?" He opened a new portal to the temple.

Wanda came closer to you and you extended your hand behind you to grab hers.

"I just want to talk," Strange assured her, "and why don't you bring Y/n with you? As a sign of good faith."

You gave Wanda an interrogating look, and after a few seconds of impossible to grab thoughts, she finally nodded. "We'll come."

He stepped aside to allow you passage and you walked in the portal with Wanda. Wong came next, and then Strange. The three left in the kitchen looked at the golden ring which disappeared.

"Your place is very lively," Ephraim commented.

Anath drank her coffee, not answering to that. She liked it like that.

As you entered Kamar-Taj, you looked around at everything. There must have been a tornado going through recently with all the damages you could see around here.

"Where are we?" You reached to Wanda in your thoughts - it was the first time you were trying something like that - and she quickly answered, giving you the rundown on Kamar-Taj. Then she added the smallest details at the end.

"All the destruction is my fault."

That was a frown worthy moment, and you felt like you really needed a catch up. When you glanced at Wanda, she was looking down in shame, a slight tremble on her lips. You squeezed her hand reasuringly while you were led to a room. There you side down across Strange and Wong.

"So, let's start with the beginning. What happened after Wundagore."

No playing around with Strange. Wanda decided to simply comply and answer so it would be over faster.

"I survived, I wandered around and arrived in New York. I don't really remember how."

"Alright, then what?"

"I just…" she looked away. "I stayed around. I didn't know what to do. I really thought Wundagore would kill me."

"We thought so too."

Listening to that was painful, but that last part made you tic. "Wait a second," you intervened. "What's Wundagore?"

"It's the place of origin of an ancient powerful book of magic, one that corrupt people and that Wanda had in her possession until recently," Wong answered before Strange would keep him from doing so.

"Is that why…" you wiggled your fingers under the very annoyed look of Strange that you interrupted his interrogation.

"Can we keep going?"

"No, we can't." You snapped at him, your voice starting to fill with anger.

"What?"

You leaned forward and even if you had no power, no magic, no training to look even remotely menacing, the man still felt threatened somehow.

"You knew what she was attempting to do, destroy an ancient site of corrupting magic," a look at Wong and he nodded to confirm it, "and that she would supposedly die from it, which was clearly her goal from what I'm hearing, and you let her do it? Suicide by heroism? What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Your voice went up and up with anger as you talked and everyone in the room looked at you like two new heads grew on you.

"Well, there was the whole Westview incident, and she just had killed a few people. And then tried to kill a kid," Strange explained, not liking the tone you were employing with him. "And the Darkhold is not really something you come back from."

"You kind of did," Wong pointed out.

"Yes, because it got destroyed."

You looked at the two men in front of you. "Weren't you supposed to be friend at some point? Or at least on the same team with the whole Avengers thing?"

"We weren't exactly– Yes, we collaborated."

"And you didn't stop five seconds to– to just–"

"We tried to give her an out. She was never coerced into attacking that kid, or into attacking here."

"You just fucking said that the magic book corrupted her! That the only reason you're okay is because she destroyed it! You got fucking lucky, because she managed to break the hold! AFTER IT CORRUPTED HER!" You stood up at that, already halfway there since you kept straightening from anger at each of your words. You couldn't take anymore. Wanda looked at your extended hand. "We're leaving. Do your magic thing so we can go home."

The blackened fingers found yours and pulled the witch up. Strange tried to keep you from going by standing in your face. At this point all you could hear was your blood pumping in your temples and before you knew it you punched him.

"Fuck!" That hurted more than you thought it would. Wong decided it was time to take the wheel and opened a portal for you.

"We will visit you again once you've calmed down," he still let you know and you sent him a deatly glare. "Not as enemies."

Once you went through the portal it closed behind you and the others - who were finishing breakfast - looked at you. Wanda bolted for the freezer and took out a pack of peas.

"Shit, what happened," Anath asked looking at you. It was the first time she saw you so mad.

"She punched Strange," Wanda answered and came back to you - you had collapsed on the couch - to press the peas to your hand through a hand towel.

"Good," Ephraim said under the disapproving glance of his daughter who was getting up and approaching you to examine your hand. "What? It's true."

"What did he do?" Your best friend asked, and you glanced at Wanda. She looked scared that you were going to say anything.

"He was just being a dick," you dismissed and as usual, Anath respected your boundaries, Wanda able to breath again.

She looked at your hand that was already bruising. "The last time you picked a fight was warranted, so I won't say anything. Plus your hand is fine, so, no worries. Just keep icing it for now."

You nodded and your friend assembled her side of the family to go out while Wanda stayed next to you, worry in her eyes. Gears seemed to turn in her mind about what just happened, so you were hardly surprised when she finally talked about the whole ordeal that happened.

"You know, they're right. I was beyond redemption at the time…" she looked at her own hands.

"Come on Wands, that's ridiculous. Look how far you've come."

"I tried to kill a teenager, Y/n." Her eyes full of tears found yours. "I wanted to steal her powers for selfish reasons, and for that I killed countless people. And the worse is that I didn't care."

"That wasn't you, that was the– the Darkhold." That was the name of the thing, you thought.

"No. It's not just that… I–" she blinked a few tears away, looking up at the other end of the room. It was time for you to know everything.

It took so long for her to tell you everything, from Vision's death to Westview and finally to the dreamwalking and Wundagore. You listened, never saying anything. There was nothing for you to tell anyway, it wasn't your story. From time to time you would give her a squeeze of the hand to help her continue, until finally she reached the final chord. It was all a lot to digest. By the end of it your legs were crossed on the couch and the peas were on the coffee table.

You needed some time to think but you could feel Wanda's expectant gaze shifting continuously between you and her hands, so you still wanted to say something.

"I can't find it in me to blame you, Wanda," you finally said. You refused to absolve her, but you couldn't condemn her either.

"You should. I told you I was a monster."

"You're not. You're only human." That seemed to get her attention for good, her eyes hungry for more explanations. "If I, if anyone, really, had your powers? And if I were in your situation? I'm not sure I would… I'm certain I wouldn't have done better. From Westview to Wundagore."

The red rim of her eyes shined with tears that should have already dried after she told you her story. "I'm destined to destroy the world, Y/n."

"Screw destiny!"

Your sudden fire made her jump. In all this story she gave you, you finally realized how much destiny, fate, whatever you wanted to call it, counted on you never being there for Wanda. Because of course someone who was left alone would want to destroy the world, would want for all of it to end even if it meant taking everyone else with them. And that gave you a real choice, and her too. You would fight so she could have it.

"I mean, fuck, you can't condemn someone because you think that one day they might do a bad thing. No, you help them, until they get better, and until you know they're not a risk anymore. You don't let them try and commit suicide." Your voice became weak under the heavy weight of your words. "People should have helped you."

"I didn't want their help."

"They should have still tried." I should have tried, you thought bitterly. But it was too late to change that now. "I want to try." That was the best you could offer, because you truly believed Wanda was good, that what happened was a fluke. And you also believed she had to make amends, do better.

"I'm not worth it."

Gently, you took both of her hands between yours. "I choose to believe you are."

She looked at your linked hands, and at the way your eyes were burning with so much hope and trust. Trust in her despite everything she did and everything she could still do. It was something she missed, that feeling that someone had her back no matter what. It was something you chose for yourself too. You chose to be there for her, and that alone made it all so much easier.

"How will I ever be able to thank you for everything?"

A warm smile spreaded on your face, a love - not romantic, not yet - evident in your eyes.

"Get better."

And she did. A few weeks went by, during which she came into contact with various people - the most notable being Clint Barton since he knew better than anyone else in the old team how she felt after everything she did, and she started seeing a therapist - one from Kamar-Taj who renounced her old life but agreed to use her knowledge for this very specific case. It helped ease Strange and Wong too, and even if they kept checking on Wanda, it was more in the spirit of making sure she was okay than real surveillance.

Jamie made good on his idea and every week they would select a special dish to cook for Wanda - sometimes with her too. She went ahead and helped the new Avengers from time to time when Clint was busy with his family, and you had the occasion to meet a few of them when they needed patching up and Anath was home. Your place was quickly becoming a secondary med bay for them, and you had to remind them that it was still your place of living, so from time to time they would bring food and drinks and impose a game night.

The friendship between you and Wanda grew, and so did your crush, but you were still hesitant to act on it despite your best friend's sporadic remarks that she clearly liked you too.

"It's not the problem, An'," you told her one day. "It's that I'm not sure if she's ready for a relationship. Hell! I'm not sure if I'm ready."

"Sounds to me like you're just avoiding your feelings."

"Which kind of proves my point, doesn't it? If I were ready for a relationship, I wouldn't feel the need to avoid my feelings." Anath sent you a weary look.

"Why are you like this?"

"Years of unresolved trauma," you answered as you picked up a bag of potatoes to throw in your shopping cart. "And I just… I don't want to rush. Plus it's not because we're soulmates that we have to be together that way."

"But you want to."

You did. Sometimes it would keep you up at night, and you'd have to stay in the living room until she fell asleep so that you wouldn't keep her awake by admiring her - yes, it happened often enough that it became a problem.

"That's irrelevant. She had a husband and kids that she lost inside a month of time. I can't just spring my feelings on her like that."

Anath sighed and gave up. She knew that even if you were now more open to the soulmate subject, your situation was still hard to deal with. If anything were to ever happen, it probably would come in time. You were certainly in no hurry.

"So, anything new with Y/n? Maybe a date or two?" Clint asked while he was checking the breakfast aisle with Wanda. She acted like she didn't hear the question, but the blush on her face showed otherwise. Sometimes even just thinking about you would elicit very strong reactions from - and within - her. "Come on kid, it's obvious."

"Well. No, nothing happened. We're just friends." A very sad truth if there ever was one. You had a few 'moments' where there had been a spark, where eyes fleetingly found the other's lips, but neither of you ever acted on it. It was always a bit awkward after with the tension in the air, but it was all but forgotten the next morning when you would wake up in each other's arms. Which might also be something you needed to discuss, because for all accounts and purposes, you were a couple in a lot of aspects of your life. "I don't think she wants more."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because if she did, she had plenty of occasions to show me. Or tell me." She picked up a box of cereals - Kate's favourites - and put it in her cart.

"Have you thought that maybe she's trying to give you space and time?" Clint pointed out in all his wisdom.

"What if I don't want space and time?" She walked over to the next aisle. "What if I want more?"

"Well, then you'll have to tell her." He put some boxed mac&cheese in the cart for Yelena - Jamie hated it. "I know she can literally read your mind, but maybe she has a reason not to act on it."

"What would that be?"

So many answers came to Clint's mind, but he decided to keep most of them for himself and instead impart some wisdom. "What you want is not always what you need, and maybe she thinks that even if you both want each other, you both need to take some time before you rush into anything."

Wanda considered his words. He was probably right, you had always been very attuned to what she needed. She actually talked about it with Therese - her therapist - and pointed out pretty much the same thing as Clint did. You both had heavy trauma, and rushing might cause more damages than anything else. It could cause one of you to panic, or trigger unexpected trauma.

"I don't like it, but I see your point," she said in a careful tone. Clint smiled at her proudly - he could see how far she'd come, all her progress, even if she still had a long way to go.

"I'm glad you do." He looked over her shoulder at something on the other side of the store. "Now I suggest we go, I think Yelena just broke something."

Wanda turned around only to see the assassin and Kate trying to hide their latest catastrophe.

Days went by, then weeks and months, and the more time went by, the harder it was to resist your feelings and the way Wanda would look at you, full of hope. It was one you gave her, that now had grown to be her own. It wasn't just hope to be with you, to find a shoulder to cry on so she would feel better, it was all she aspired to do in the future, with or without you by her side. And it was beautiful, but you still wondered if you could do it.

"Wanda!" You heard someone call as you were walking with her towards the portal Wong made - you had taken a habit to take tea with him while Wanda had her therapy session after you helped with Kamar-Taj rebuilding. You turned around to see a young woman with a jean jacket. Wanda recoiled against you, a panic you hadn't seen in her eyes in a while taking over her.

She's right here, everyone trusts you, Wanda, it would be so easy to just take it. Take it. Take it.

The life she dreamed of with her boys had lost some of its appeal to her - maybe because of how heavily she associated it with Vision -, but from time to time, she still heard that voice inside of her, still saw their faces, and heard their voices calling for her. But she kept fighting it, saw it for what it was now, grief appropriated by an evil she was still fighting. Nowadays, her fingers barely showed any signs of the corruption she went through, but she still felt its effects in those moments.

The young woman - America, you guessed - stopped in front of you both, so you took Wanda's hand in order to reassure her.

"I'm joining the Avengers!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Are they running out of recruits? Between you and Kamala, you're gonna bring the age demographic through the ground," you commented. You loved Kamala, but she was way too young to fight crime. And from what you saw, America was too.

"Well, I'm not joining-joining, but I'll be helping during minor crisis! And if I'm supervised by a senior Avenger, sooooo…" her eyes fell on Wanda once again. "What do you say? Want to team up?"

"I– I'll have to think about it," she answered, her voice wavering.

"Sure! Oh and don't worry about the whole trying to kill me for my powers thing. I talked with Strange and Wong, and they say you're cool now! And I trust them, so, I trust you too!"

That made you wince, and a quick look at Wanda told you all you needed to know without even hearing her thoughts.

"Anyway, gotta bolt, see you soon!"

And with that she left as fast as she came. Wanda and you finally went through the portal and soon enough you were home alone. You turned to look at her, make sure she was okay, but as you did, you could see that she was anything but. Slowly you guided her to the couch and sat her down, doing the same with one leg under you so you could face her.

"Wands…?"

"I– I can't, Y/n," she murmured when she finally dared to glance at you.

"That's okay, you don't have to accept."

"I don't even understand– why would she ask me? I tried to kill her."

You thought about it. "Maybe she feels like your set of powers make you the best candidate," you shrugged. That was the only explanation you could conjure up. If Strange were here, maybe he would suggest that it had to do with the both of you reminding her of her mothers. "I don't think it really matters why, just that she asked and whether or not you feel up to it."

"Do you think I should do it?" She asked you. She would do it on occasion, ask your opinion on matters she had a hard time resolving. She liked that your perspective was usually more global than her, as you would look at the problem from a more distant eye.

You blew up your cheek before you let out a deep sigh. "I mean… you're an exceptional witch, and maybe spending time with the girl might actually help you heal from what happened with her."

Wanda clearly still felt guilty about it, as she should, but if America was ready to forgive her and even work with her, then maybe it was a good occasion to show that she truly changed.

She followed your train of thoughts and nodded. "That's a good point…"

"But you still need time to think about it." That made sense, it's not like it was a small decision to take. She nodded in answer.

"When she approached us, I… there was this voice in me–" she started, and you knew what she was talking about. She had revealed to you at some point how sometimes she would feel tempted, how she wanted to use her powers to make the universe bend to her will, and how hard it was to do so. The first time she told you, she cried so much about it. To her it was proof she was a bad person, but to you it just showed how much of a fighter she was.

"That voice isn't you, you know it," you said as you wrapped yourself around her and she sank into you.

She never answered your statement, but she didn't need to. You could hear her loud and clear, fighting her doubts with your words.

"Why don't we watch something so you can clear your mind a bit, and we can talk about it again tomorrow morning?" You offered.

She nodded and you took a better position on the couch, allowing her to lean against your front, and you put on her favourite show.

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Secrets in stone

hullo! here is my fic. can’t put it on ao3 (tragic) so it’s gonna be all on tumblr until i can!

thank you to @ghostshadowmx for the very cool title!

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summary:

Sun Wukong is given a horrible mission by the Jade Emperor, he is to kill the newest stone monkey, or else.

with threats from heaven, and the life of one of his own kind hanging over his head, he is faced with a very precarious decision.

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warnings for: mentions of death and injury to children, violence in later chapters, it isn’t gory, just that it exists. if i’ve missed a warning please tell me i don’t wanna mess with anybody.

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it’s gonna be a feel good-esque story i promise guys. there’s gonna be fighting but i’m leaning into the found family part of it as much as i can.

long post beware everyone.

Chapter 1: first meeting

Sun Wukong was having a pretty good day, all things considered.

He was lounging on the hammock he’d set up on a ledge near his waterfall, having a nice midday nap. There wasn’t anything really wrong, he’d got up and had the same breakfast he always does, peaches, of course. He’d tripped going down the stairs in the cave but none of the other monkeys saw so that’s not too terrible.

Everything was going normally.

So why is he getting a bad feeling? Those are usually indicative of bad things. But there’s nothing going on here.

So why does he feel like he’s being watched?

He gets up from the hammock, shushing some disgruntled monkeys who were hanging out with him. He hops onto his cloud and floats upwards, surveilling the landscape. Nothing seems to be amiss, but the bad feeling doesn’t leave. Maybe he’s sleep deprived?

Nah.

He floats about for a few minutes, just looking around. Finding nothing wrong, he sighs, and turns back towards the waterfall, intent on napping it off…

There’s a beam of light shooting down from the sky directly in front of it.

Of course there is.

He speeds back towards the waterfall and drops down onto the edge of the water facing the entrance to the cave, he narrows his eyes at the light, raising his fists in a defensive position.

Damn, he misses his staff.

The shining beam disperses, revealing a man in heavenly armor, he doesn’t recognize them. They’re holding a basket with a cloth over it, and facing him.

“What are you doing here?” he asks in a warning tone.

The man clears their throat, “a message and task from the Jade Emperor,” they hold the basket towards him stiffly, there’s a scroll attached to the handle.

Now that, sets off the alarm bells. He hesitates. This could be a trick, heaven hasn’t contacted him in centuries. What do they even want from him? What’s the deal with the basket?

The man gestures again for him to take it, seeming impatient.

“The scroll details your task. It is of the utmost importance that you complete it swiftly.”

Right, the scroll that cannot possibly be good.

He carefully takes the basket from them, detaching the scroll from the handle and lets it unroll, it reads:

~Address to the Monkey King;~

Inside the attached basket is a stone monkey that was recently brought into existence. Heaven’s court has reviewed the circumstance of its birth and come to the conclusion that if allowed to persist, it will bring unimaginable chaos and destruction to the denizens of the world.

You are to end this being’s life.

Sun Wukong, you are to fulfill the set task immediately. If you refuse, there will be steep consequences for you and your subjects. Keep in mind that this being will likely grow to a destructive power even higher than your own. In the event that it turns against the world and by extension, you, you will be rendered helpless against it.

Make the correct decision.

~Signed the court of heaven.~

What.

“What?”

He must look rather dumbfounded. He is, but still. There’s another stone monkey?! Heaven wants him to kill them??!! They can fit in a basket???!!!

“The letter is clear, is it not?” The man sounds even more annoyed now. The feeling is mutual.

He needs to process this. This guy isn’t going to let him do that is he? Alrighty then, it’s excuse time.

“No, no. It's clear. I get it. Iii just… don’t have a weapon, you know? No staff! Can’t really kill somebody like this without a weapon!”

The messenger looks at him with a deadpan expression, or, just the same expression as they've had on this entire time. Can’t really see much of their face through those masks.

“Retrieve one, then. This task is of the highest priority.”

“Right, right. I’ll just. Go, and grab one. from my weapon stash. I am totally on it.”

He sidesteps the messenger and swiftly hops across the stepping stones and opens his waterfall gate, stepping through before the messenger can get another word in. the water crashes back down behind him, returning to its normal flow.

As he carries the basket back through the waterfall, its weight feels much greater than what it should be. His mind races a mile a minute as he reads and rereads the scroll handed to him by the messenger.

Another stone monkey? How could that be? He supposes it’s possible, he and macaque had basically just popped into existence out of nowhere one day too so is that just how it works? There hadn’t been another in millennia, he’s just finding out about this and now heaven wants him to kill this one or else? How is he even supposed to go about that, not that he’s feeling particularly inclined too, the threat of attack from heaven is no light one.

He needs to think critically about this. Shocker, he knows.

He sets the basket down gingerly, so as to not disturb the kid inside, probably either sleeping or silent out of sheer terror. He hasn’t even lifted the blanket shielding them from view yet. How can they ask this of him? Why? The scroll said this kid was prophesied to rain destruction and chaos in the future, so why outsource the job?

Thinking like this is some random unpleasant chore rather than an actual child -apparently- sickens him,but it’s important to ask the question.

Did they already try?

Nope- that train of thought is worse. Screw it.

He crouches and lifts the blanket on the basket, opening the inside up to the light. The suddenness of it earning a disturbed grumble from the little monkey. They’re curled up in a tiny ball in the center of the basket, now beginning to stretch out their tiny hands in a way strongly reminiscent of a cat, giving a little yawn. The kid then opens their eyes, blinking owlishly up at him, not moving from their comfy spot on the blanket.

He feels that this is going to be an ongoing crisis. For a good while.

Internally screaming, he stands up, pivoting and taking a few steps away from the ACTUAL WHOLE BABY THAT IS AN INFANT OH GOD-

This is not good. How could he do this?! He knows he’s been pretty indiscriminately murderous in his time but this?! This isn’t some random demon who’s inconvenienced him, or a really annoying guy who had it coming, or even an adult in the first place! This is one of the only others of his kind he’s ever seen or heard of AND IT’S A BABY. HE’S GOT SOME MORALS NOW! HE’S CHANGED FROM CONSTANTLY KILLING HIS PROBLEMS. HE CAN’T-

He can’t do this.

He can’t do this. He won’t do this- so what is he gonna do? He needs to get out of this somehow. The heavenly messenger is still outside he can tell, and they’re not going to buy it if he just lies outright with no proof. So he’ll just make proof! Fake the kid’s death and get heaven off his dang mountain. But what’s he gonna do with the kid? Eh, he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it.

So how do you fake a death here…

A clone won’t work, they’ll check for that and the kid’s aura will still be glaringly obvious. Wait, their power! If he hides the kid’s power and just. Tells the messenger they got obliterated, that might work! Worse comes to worse the messenger doesn’t buy it and he has to fight them, win and… he’s on limited time here, if it comes to that he’ll improvise.

So the most effective way to hide their powers is obviously just to seal it away right? He can do that easy peasy, probably best to change their appearance too… he’ll make them look human. Just seal their power as deep as it can go and glamour over their monkie-ness. Great. That's at least a third of a solid plan! Better than usual anyways.

Alrighty, no time like the present, he guesses.

He takes a deep breath, stepping back and rolling up his sleeves. He holds his hands out toward the small monkey. He steadies his stance, gathering up his energy, and exhales. Then he begins the sealing spell, focusing his energy around the child as a golden aura fills the room. The kid begins to float upwards, cooing at the glowing energy beginning to spiral around them.

The kid’s sheer magical energy is intense, he can feel it flaring up, battling his seal, as if desperate not to be restrained. He feels himself too, being pushed back as the huge force of energy fights him. He squares his stance once more, willing the seal to solidify, increasing his own power output, and in moments the energy surrounding the child is swirling around a final time, before gathering at their chest and sending a pulse of energy through them. In a flash of light, what appears to be a human baby, the smallest bit of power thrumming around them, now basically undetectable amongst the sheer amount of mystical things on this mountain, begins to fall.

He rushes forward and catches the baby in his arms, letting out a sigh at the effort he probably should've expected from that kind of seal. The kid reaches their arms up at him, cooing slightly, before startling at their now furless arms.

They babble a bit in surprise, waving their appendages up at him in as much shock and indignance as an infant can feasibly muster.

He lets out a small chuckle at the face the kid is making, sort of like he’d just watched someone steal his last cookie, but not seemingly mad at him. They had no clue what just happened, did they? This baby had no idea the absolute storm he was about to be in the middle of if that messenger didn’t buy his little ruse.

Ah, crap. The messenger.

He’s going to have to do some acting. Said acting will require emotions. Dang. What does he go for? Angry? Maybe. Uncaring?? Nope. despondent??? Hmmmmm… yeah no despondent works. Just throw on a thousand mile stare and hand the guy an empty basket, tell them it’s done, and to never come here again! He already wants to punch their face in for telling him to do that in the first place so he can either get this guy off his mountain at the speed of light, or punch his face in!

Win win!

In the short term.

He walks up the stairs to his shack and sets the baby on his couch, turning swiftly and running to grab the basket, ignoring the voice in his head yelling at him for leaving the kid alone. He can’t let ‘em get seen now.

He stands in his cave, gripping the basket firmly. He takes a breath.

In,

And out.

Showtime. (gods, he hates this.)

Putting on his best “I've seen the horrors” face, he strides resolutely through the cave and to the waterfall. He opens the waterfall with a stiff movement and steps out onto the rocks. The messenger is still there, hands behind their back.

They nod towards the basket. “Is it done?”

He steps forward and shoves the empty basket into their chest.

He swallows.

He nods.

“I did your stupid dirty work, now leave.”

The messenger takes the basket, now without its blanket. Looking inside.

“And what has become of it?”

It.

He huffs, anger worming its way into his posture. He clenches his fists, looking away.

“Obliterated, nothing left of them.”

The messenger seems to consider this.

A beat. He subtly readies his stance for a fight.

“I sensed it’s aura disperse, it seems you’ve followed through. I shall report your success.”

They then turn sharply on their heel, marching off, before jumping into the air and disappearing.

He counts to thirty in his head, before turning and speed walking back through the waterfall and through the cave, rushing back into his cabin.

The baby is sprawled out on their belly, a hand in their mouth, chest rising and falling slowly. He lets out his most relieved sigh yet, sitting on the couch and setting his hand on the kid’s back. They snuggle into the touch, latching onto his hand in a still very monkeyish way. They shiver slightly.

They’re cold.

That realization snaps his mind into a million different new problems, not all even somewhat related to the small shiver.

How is he supposed to take care of this kid? He knows how to watch baby monkeys but this one is crazy powerful AND is definitely gonna get bigger and more prone to chaos if he and macaque are anything to go by. He’s gonna need to babyproof the cave. How do you babyproof a cave?! He’s going to need supplies, he can make them with his hair for the most part, but what about food? They’ll need a more balanced diet than just peaches and berries, right? Ah crap what’s he going to do for SCHOOL?!?

How did all this drop on him in like. Not even an hour?????

He’s definitely keeping the little monkey, not much he could do otherwise that wouldn’t put them in danger. If they come into contact with magic stuff and/or the seal gets messed up the kid’ll be in real bad danger. And this one is so young.

So he’s going to raise a magic baby. Welp, it’s not like he’s been doing a whole lot of heavily responsible things lately, at least this is the only major commitment he’ll have to focus on for a while.

How does one go about parenting anyways? Nope- not parenting, just watching a small baby child and keeping them from dying horribly until they’re old enough to live on their own! That's totally not just the dictionary definition of parenting. How is he supposed to actually do it though? This kid needs to know a lot different things than the baby monkeys that aren’t made of stone.

Humans make books about that, right? He can just read some of those. Can’t be that complicated! And if he keeps telling himself that, it will most likely become fact.

Probably. He hopes.

He’s gonna need a library card.

He’s still insanely worried about what’s going to happen with this kid, but as they blink open their eyes at him and latch onto his hand, still bleary from a tiring first day, he knows it’s going to be worth it.

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