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jonesywrites · 4 months

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I feel compelled, so I must.

*Now with images for context

Man I shit you not, I have so much stuff to do like SO MUCH but I also have ADHD and a tendency toward hyperfixation so I am compelled, I tell you.

I'm writing for a whole ass other ship, filming, and editing for my YT channel. But I saw gifs, and I read tweets, and I saw hot takes and then I decided to react to Season 3 Part I for my channel.

I AM OBSESSED.

I'm in the middle of editing my reactions to Ep 1-4 and I just HAVE to chime in with these observations I keep having as I go through and re-live each Polin scene while editing. I know some of this has been seen/said before but I'm a newb to this fandom and I just finished listening to all of the audiobooks (save Simon and Daphne's story) so I just gotta! I OBSERVED A LOT and there's a lot here, so . . .

Colin turns to the Featherington house as soon as he arrives home and greets his family.

Because whether he's aware of it or not, he's thinking of one of those Featheringtons, who happens to be standing there as he debuts "the new Colin" to the people he cares about the most -- which includes Pen, they are telegraphing to us in this moment -- (right after testing some of that newfound charm on a gaggle of giggly girls). I don't think he greets her right away because he isn't ready yet but you can see his smile/smirk when he spots her -- like "Yep, Pen, feast your eyes, it's the new me, and NOW I'll bet you'll want to hear about my travels."

Eloise is the first person to spot that he may not really be into this "new Colin".

The show GOES OUT OF ITS WAY to let you know this isn't really Colin, that his heart isn't really into it, from jump. The siblings Bridgerton do a little "we see each other" when he questions her about trying to fit into society after all this time -- they're two sides of the same coin. He's too sensitive and romantic for the rakes of the ton and she's too independent and free-thinking for the boring trappings of the marriage mart, but here they both are. Pretending.

Colin goes out of his way to test his new charm on half the ladies at the Queen's garden party thing BEFORE he approaches Pen to talk for the first time since he got back -- at first glance he's just doing his thing, being the new him, enjoying himself and his new ability to woo the ladies but IT IS THIS AUTHOR'S HUMBLE OPINION THAT HE WAS TESTING HIS CHARM TO ITS LIMITS BEFORE HE WENT OVER TO THE ONE GIRL HE ACTUALLY WANTS TO/TRUELY ENJOYS CONVERSING WITH TO LAY IT ON HER.

Wanna bet me he wasn't thinking about Pen while he was away, wondering why she wasn't answering, plotting to talk to her when he got back, plotting to see if his new charm would work on her because she's Pen and her opinion means a lot to him? He doesn't get why yet but it's there -- the tip of the iceberg, only a strong desire for her attention and approval right now, but I can sooooo see how that started to quickly burn into a much more intense desire for just...her.

I adore how Penelope asks the dressmaker for new dresses in the fashion of "what they are wearing in Paris" after Colin tells her his new wardrobe is what's all the rage in Paris from is travels.

He always counts on her just being Pen in the citrus colors hanging on the wall, a safe place, but then he sees her in that green dress and I truly believe this is the moment he realizes -- nah fam, this isn't just "Pen my friend who doesn't count (as a woman)", this is "wow who is that woman in the striking color with pretty lips and fiery red hair?"

This poor lovesick fellow has no idea why every time he sees her at a ball his heart does a funny thing and he suddenly can't see anyone else and he gets the urge to drink whatever's in his hand/close by.

HEY BABE IT'S BECAUSE YOU LIKE HER. A LOT. She isn't just Pen who doesn't count, she is SPECIAL.

Much has been said about the "Goodnight, Mr. Bridgerton" scene, but I'll just add that you can tell when Colin is being genuine and totally himself vs when he's trying to charm her into relaxing with him/being more like her usual self.

When he says "the colour rather suits you," he's being her good friend who is pleased to see her looking so good but he's also saying that to himself, judging by his tone, like "yeah girl you should wear green more often, this makes you look damn good". And when he says he misses her, he means it, but you can also hear the armor of that New Colin Charm in his tone. It's a vulnerable thing to admit, so he uses a devilish smile and has a wink in his eyes because so far that has worked on every girl here since he got back. Not Pen, though ... he was SHOOK when she rebuffed him and called him cruel.

Yes, he is absolutely panicked that he might lose his one true friend in all of the fickle ton, but also . . . Colin is totally realizing how hot Pen is in the garden scene. Colin is looking into her gorgeous eyes and admitting how she makes him feel and you can see the real-time realization in his eyes/expression. Handshake? He is acting on his impulse to touch her while using his newfound charm to disguise his curiosity.

Colin wants to hang out with her as much as possible because that's how comfortable and appreciated she makes him feel but also it's my opinion that he, at least subconsciously, also wants to keep looking at her, getting closer to her, winning her favor. He's not even thinking about the results of the whole charm lessons thing, he's just thinking about being around Penelope as much as possible because of that realization that she makes existing in a world that is determined to misunderstand him (and has "forced" him to don a mask/facade to survive) bearable.

I agree with those who pointed out that he is taken aback by Pen's awkward flirting session with the fan because normally when they're alone talking all he sees/experiences is her wit, intelligence, keen ability to read between the lines of their society, etc.

Also, you can see he doesn't even care what the other blokes think of her, he thinks she's friggin adorable -- he can't keep the smile off his face even as he's sympathizing with her for going down faster than the Titanic-which-doesn't-exist-yet-duh-but-analogy-with-me-here.

Every moment of the private lesson scene, from him instantly abandoning the card game with his siblings to the way he planned out the whole thing and thought about where everyone would be and what window of time they'd have to "practice" shows THAT HE WAS IN FACT VERY EAGERLY AWAITING HER VISIT for their lesson. Matter of fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who suggested the game in the garden to get everyone out of the house in anticipation of Pen’s arrival.

It is this author's humble opinion that Colin really, really wanted to pretend to flirt with Penelope to satisfy his nagging, subconscious (yet fluttering to the surface) curiosity and I AM WILLING TO BET MY TWIN SISTER'S WHOLE 2024 SALARY that (especially after her compliment shook him to his core) they wouldn't have made it much longer without him kissing her if they hadn't been interrupted and she had't read his journal.

He wanted alone time, he wanted intimacy, he wanted to flirt -- they would have charmed each other right into each other's pants if those lessons were allowed to continue, mark my words.

Colin's body was at least several weeks ahead of him. The body doesn't lie. Touching her skin in the garden. Leaning into her whenever they speak (with the convenient excuse of their height difference), pressing his palm into her lower back to escort her to the drawing room, sitting and letting her hold his hand for an unnecessarily long pause before forcing himself to stop staring at her and end the impropriety (escape the intensity of the moment to breathe and process, more like).

Jealous Colin(tm) with his intense eyes and hard jawline is everything and hot af, end of observation.

I love Dream Pen for Colin. The way he dressed her. The way his mind envisions her being breathless for him.

The way he pictures himself just holding her close and indulging in hot, sultry kisses until she's practically melting in his arms. THIS IS WHAT HE DREAMS ABOUT, WHAT HE TRULY WANTS. This boy is a Romantic with a capital ROMANTIC and I JUST LOVE how his dream about Pen reflects that so clearly. We've seen him struggling to pay attention or care in brothels but he displays more sexual intensity, passion, and lust in this romantic wet dream about simply confessing his feelings than any other time he's seen on screen with a woman he's supposed to find attractive.

The "Sweet Treats" scene, as I believe I've seen others pointing out, is --yes, sweet-- at a glance. But also HOT AF. He's pining, he's nervous, he's jealous, she's so sweet and lovely confessing her excitement and hopes for the match with Deblin. But it's also hot b/c I meeeean....The pink everywhere (pink walls, get it), her lips and his reaction to her glancing her tongue across them, his fingers flexing out of nerves but also the subconscious urge to touch, maybe even caress, is all in his stiff, hovering body language. Like, if he could shove those treats off one of those tables, throw her against it and ravage her "sweet treat" right then there in that pink little tent, homeboy totally would have if society/propriety/scandal/watching eyes weren't a concern.

SIDENOTE: I think Deblin was definitely attracted to Pen, it wasn't SOLELY a practical match for him.

He says she can make men wither within seconds of their first meeting and he definitely looks at her in a way that says he's charmed, intrigued, impressed, etc. So I think even they married, eventually he would start to miss her while away, then ache for her, then he would come home to her and he would fall. Gradually maybe, but I do believe Pen was right to hope love could grow between them. However, I'm so so sooo glad neither of them settled.

WHAT CAN BE SAID ABOUT THE CARRIAGE SCENE THAT HASN'T ALREADY BEEN SAID??? It's one of the hottest love scenes I've ever seen, and it's not because everybody is naked or because there's kink or anything crazy. It's because (for me) the actors TRULY CARE ABOUT THE DETAILS. Almost every frame has something you can freeze and stare at in awe, they DID THAT. Colin finally FEELING IT, with the one person who can truly see him and inspire those deep feelings he's been yearning for was HOT AF. Pen basically being at his mercy but also realizing her power over him and embracing it by letting him ruin her because it's COLIN (she wouldn't let anyone else do that, IMO, not even Deblin). MY FAVORITE PART:

At the end, when they exhale and slump into each other/the carriage seat in sync. She looks like she's never felt anything like this in her life (cuz she ain't) and he looks like he's finally HOME. And I'm not talking about his family's estate -- I specifically mean right there in Penelope's bosom, between her legs, her breath, her eyes, her moans for him, like he looks relieved and satisfied AND THEN HE'S LIKE "SO I'M NEVER LETTING THIS GO. DONE DEAL, YOU'RE MY PENELOPE, NOW."

Ugh. I loooove this couple! I HAD TO GET THIS OUT OF MY BODY. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. Gonna add stills for the moments I mention once Tumblr stops being a bitch.

#polin #bridgerton s3 #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #pen x colin #observations from a crazy person

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justagalwhowrites · 8 months

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Halcyon - Ch. 5: I've Never Been a Bad Influence a Day in My Life

You and Joel get closer as you put together your lists. A continuation of Halcyon from the prologue through Ch. 4, a modern no outbreak AU TLOU fic found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, fantasy about P in V sex. Modern No Outbreak AU, No use of Y/N, Slow burn, 18+ only, Minors DNI

Length: 5K

AO3 | Main Master List | Prologue | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

October, 2022

“Why can’t I add to your list?” You pouted a little, can of hard seltzer in your hand as your float drifted to the middle of Joel’s pool.

“Because you’re gonna just use that power for evil, not good,” Joel replied.

“Would not!” You shoved off the side of the pool with your foot, floating back toward the middle of the water.

“Am I allowed to put shit on your list?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the pool, his feet in the water and a beer in his hand.

You scoffed.

“Absolutely not.”

“Well, there you go,” he shrugged. “Goes both ways.”

“You’d be a dick about it!” You kicked the water in his direction but the spray of it fell short and you watched him try to not laugh. “You’d put things on there like ‘buy Joel beer for the rest of his life’ or ‘speak in a bad British accent for a week…’”

“Can you do a good British accent?” He asked, brows raised.

“That is beside the point.”

“What are you gonna add to my list, hm?” There was a teasing edge in his voice as he took a sip of beer. “Get a new wardrobe? Get Sarah a dog?”

“OK, both of those are good additions,” you said, defensive. “But no, not what I was thinking.”

“Then what, Goldie?”

“Put in a hot tub,” you said, chin raised.

He barked a laugh.

“A hot tub?”

“A hot tub,” you nodded. “How can I come over to your house and float in the water if it’s too cold to go in the pool? Which it will be in like… a few weeks. You need a hot tub.”

“It’s already too cold,” he said. “That water’s below 70 degrees, couldn’t pay me to get in there now. Lucky I’m in this far as it is.”

“See?” You said. “Hot tub.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he shook his head.

“If your list is shitty can I add to it?”

“If you actually think my list is shitty we can discuss it,” he said. Your float drifted close to him and you were afraid, for a moment, that he was going to splash you. Instead, he just pushed the edge of it with his foot, sending you drifting back toward the middle of the water. “Still down to compare tomorrow night?”

“Think so,” you said, taking a sip of your seltzer. “As long as you don’t mock me relentlessly for it.”

“When do I not mock you relentlessly?”

“Excellent point,” you said. “I should get better friends.”

“Probably so.”

“At least now you come with Sarah,” you sighed dramatically. “So I guess I’ll keep bugging you…”

“God, you two are gonna kill me,” he said, trying to look serious but a hint of a smile on his lips. “Worst idea I ever had, lettin’ you two get to know each other…”

You giggled a little at that. You and Sarah had become thick as thieves since you and Joel had reconnected now two weeks ago.

It was hard to believe that he’d only been back in your life less than a month. But then, it was hard to believe he’d ever been out of your life at all. You’d only gone a few days without seeing him since that night at the bar and, on those days, the two of you were almost constantly texting. It was the most natural thing in the world, having your life fall into step alongside Joel’s. It reminded you so much of high school even though you were in your 30s now, your lives moving in parallel until they collided at the end of the day and you came over for dinner or went and cheered on Sarah at her soccer game or Joel showed up at your door with beer. Even after all this time, he just knew you and you just knew him. You could read his posture as easily as a book, instantly knowing the kind of day he had by the way he opened the door or flopped on your couch. He seemed to be able to peer inside your mind on command, just a raised eyebrow or a sigh telling him everything he needed to know about how you were feeling and how to make it better.

There was one day where you hadn’t intended to see him at all but it’d turned shitty and he just somehow picked up on it from the tone of your texts. New paperwork had come over from Gale’s attorney and you resigned yourself to spending the evening picking over the bones of your marriage with a bottle of wine and a wilted salad - because you definitely didn’t have the emotional energy to go by the grocery store - when Joel texted. It was a meme that you responded to with just an lol before going back to the paperwork. He FaceTimed just 30 seconds later and you frowned, answering it.

“Hi?” You said brows raised.

He nodded sagely.

“What I thought,” he said. “You look like shit.”

“Gee thanks.”

He rolled his eyes.

“For you you look like shit. What’s wrong.”

You narrowed your eyes and he laughed.

“What?” He asked

“How can you just tell?” You replied. “It’s weird.”

“Come over,” he said instead of answering. He flipped his camera around and Sarah made a face, sticking her tongue out, her hair in two springy buns on the top of her head.

You frowned.

“Where are you?”

He turned the camera back around.

“Picking up pizza,” he said. “I’ll grab an extra cheese bread, come over.”

“I’ve been drinking…”

“We’ll pick you up,” he said. “Come over.”

“Please?” Sarah jumped to try to get in the frame and Joel laughed, tilting the camera so she was visible. “It’ll be fun! OH! Spend the night! Come sleep over again, please?”

Joel tilted the camera so he was back in the frame.

“You really wanna disappoint my kid?” He asked. “C’mon.”

“Yeah!” Sarah said, bouncing just out of frame again, just a bit of her bun appearing in the bottom corner as she jumped. “Don’t let down the kid, that’s just shitty.”

“Hey,” Joel said but you could tell he was trying not to smile. She stopped bouncing. “Language.”

“Sorry.”

He turned his attention back to you.

“Be there in 10,” he said. “Can’t let you just sit and wallow. Need pizza for that.”

He and Sarah picked you up and Sarah insisted on cranking Taylor Swift in the car, signing Look What You Made Me Do into her water bottle in the back seat while you balanced warm pizza boxes on your lap, trying not to laugh when you and Joel exchanged glances at red lights.

At dinner, you pulled a pepperoni off your slice of pizza and stuck it on the end of your nose and held very serious eye contact with Joel and Sarah as they spoke, nodding along carefully so as to not disturb the topping dangling from your face. Sarah tried very hard not to laugh and did a pretty good job of it until you made a face at her from across the table when Joel’s back was turned and she cackled, laughing so hard she almost knocked over her soda can.

“You bein’ a bad influence on my kid?” He asked when he handed you the paper towel you’d requested.

“Joel,” you said, deathly serious, pepperoni slice still on the tip of your nose. “I’ve never been a bad influence a day in my life.”

After dinner, as Joel did the dishes, you sat on the couch with Sarah and listened as she told you about one of her friends at school who hadn’t been as kind lately. You nodded along until Sarah seemed to run out of steam, slumping down against the cushion with a slightly tired look on her face.

“Well,” you said. “Have you told her that you’ve been feeling hurt by how she’s been treating you lately?”

She scrunched her face a little.

“No,” she said. “But I thought that’d be pretty obvious…”

You shrugged.

“Sometimes it’s not. She may not even know she’s doing it. If I were you, I’d tell her that you’ve been feeling hurt and ask if she’s doing OK because it sounds like this is a change for her. If she’s hurting you that might be because her feelings are getting hurt somewhere else.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” she nodded a little. “That’s a good idea.”

“I do have those occasionally,” you said and she smiled a little at you.

The three of you watched part of a movie before Sarah went to get ready for bed and you eavesdropped from the living room as Joel read to her in her room, the door opened just enough to hear when his voice changed with the characters.

“Peeta sighs,” Joel said like Joel before his voice shifted to something that sounded more boyish but still strong and deep, almost what you remembered from when you first met him. You smiled. “'Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping…’”

Joel flopped next to you on the couch when he was done and you held out your glass of wine. He took it, taking a big sip before handing it back.

“You look tired,” you said, holding the glass.

He shrugged.

“No days off from this whole dad thing. Don’t really want a day off but still… get tired after a bit.” He looked over at you and smiled a little. “Thanks for talking with her. Think she needs someone like you around.”

“Oh, someone who managed to tank her relationship and got stuck starting over in her 30s?” You asked. “That kind of someone?”

He rolled his eyes.

“A woman…”

“Oh, is that all?”

He glared at you.

“A woman,” he said again. “But one who’s lived some life, knows how to navigate the hard shit. One who’s willing to listen to her problems. She’s got me and Tommy for that but can’t help but feel like I’ve let her down by not giving her some kind of… I don’t fuckin’ know, feminine influence.”

“Ahh yes, the mysterious feminine,” you nodded sagely. Joel picked up a pillow and smacked you in the stomach with it, making you laugh as you caught it and held it to yourself. “Joel, you’re doing great with her.”

“Yeah?” He asked, serious now.

“Yeah,” you said, serious, too. “You really are. She’s so lucky to have you, Joel. You have no idea.”

“I’m lucky to have her,” he said, looking toward Sarah’s room for a moment before turning back to you. “So, you have the kind of bad day that you want to talk about it or the kind of bad day that you want to get fucked up about it?”

“The latter.”

“Then chug that wine,” he said, shoving himself off the couch. “And maybe change into your pajamas, I’m getting the tequila.”

You swapped numbers with Sarah at breakfast the next day. You and Joel were both hung over and trying to pretend like you hadn’t been up until 2:30 on a work night getting hammered until you passed out in a heap on his couch only to be roused by a groggy Sarah at 7 in the morning.

She’d taken to texting you then, sometimes just silly selfies, sometimes memes you didn’t really get, sometimes with questions about friends at school. You were pretty sure your heart melted the first time she called you Aunt Goldie, a sense of belonging wrapping around you that you’d never really known before.

“We still on for tomorrow?” Joel asked, eyes following the slow, lazy path your float was making across his pool. “Make a night out of this whole project, kick things off right.”

“Hell yeah,” you said, drifting back to Joel. He didn’t shove you back out to the water this time. “Did I tell you I’m seeing Anna for lunch? I cannot just go into that blind, I’ll need an out…”

“She’s doin’ that well, huh?” Joel asked.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “She’s supposedly sticking with her program but… I feel like I should be a better sister and try to check in more but then it just feels like babysitting and that doesn’t seem right, either.”

“At a certain point, she’s gotta do it on her own,” Joel said. “You’re her sister, not her mom.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But I feel like I should have checked in on her more after our mom died. She was a teenager and I just left her alone…”

“You were 20 years old,” Joel said gently. “Not like you were equipped for that shit.”

You shrugged and took another drink.

“Hey,” he said, nudging your float gently, just enough to make you look up at him. “Don’t be hard on yourself for that. You were handed a shit situation and you did what you could with it. Trust me, I know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Ended up in a similar boat with Tommy. Spent years - literal years - bailing his ass out of jail and begging him to get his shit together. Eventually he did a stint in the army and got it figured out. At least a bit. She’ll get there. But it’s not your job to get her there.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “You’re probably right.”

“Who, me?” He asked, mocking. “Right? Never thought I’d see the day…”

“Shove it,” you splashed at him, the water dripping down his face and soaking his t-shirt. You snorted as you watched him fight the urge to laugh.

“Gonna pay for that,” he said, setting his beer down on the side of the pool and grabbing your float as you tried to paddle away.

“No!” You shrieked and laughed, shoving your seltzer into the cupholder as more of you ended up in the cold pool water than you really wanted in your rush to escape.

“You started it!” Joel was leaning precariously over the water now, trying to splash you again while keeping you from retreating. “Shoulda just kept those little hands to yourself…”

“They’re not little!”

He yanked your float back toward the side of the pool and nodded down at one of your hands.

“Freakishly small…”

“Yours are just freakishly big you mutant!” You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and watched as he realized a second too late what was about to happen.

“Oh shit,” his eyes went wide and you laughed in victory before you pulled him all the way into the pool, jeans and all. He brought you down as he went, the float capsizing and sending you and your mostly empty drink can into the cold water with a sharp yelp.

You went under, the chlorine stinging your eyes as you twisted and tried to right yourself below the water. You and Joel surfaced at the same time, not even a foot apart and gasping for breath, laughing as you tried to brush your soaked hair back from your face.

“It’s so cold!” You shivered and splashed at him before crossing your arms tightly over yourself.

“Why are you complainin’ to me?” He shivered back. “You’re the one who wanted to be in the damn pool…”

“In the floatie!” You said. “I was mostly dry until you got involved!”

“Got justice you mean,” he said, reaching for your can and pulling it out of the water, dumping it out before setting it on the side of the pool. “You’re the one who put us in here…”

“You’re the one who was being mean,” you said, reaching out for him and pressing your cold fingers to his chest, the heat of him still apparent even in the water. You sighed contentedly. “That’s better…”

“Jesus, what are you, ice?” He griped, tugging you against him with a little yelp. “Gonna fuckin’ freeze to death if you’re not careful… ridiculous…”

You giggled once but pressed yourself closer to him, soaking up his heat and pressing your cold fingers to his exposed skin.

“OK, you could be less mean about it,” he said, pulling back from you just enough to scowl down at you. “Frozen fuckin’ hands…”

You laughed and realized, very suddenly, how close you were to him. You weren’t sure the last time you’d been quite this close to him, the last time you could feel every line of him through his clothes, the last time his mouth had been that close to your own. Your heart sped up. His eyes searched yours and you could feel his breath on your skin and suddenly, you weren’t close enough to him. Not close enough at all.

“Dad?” Sarah’s groggy voice called from the sliding glass door, making you jump, both of your heads turning toward her. Her face was scrunched and a curl had broken free of its braid, sticking straight out from the side of her head. “Is everything OK?”

“Course it is, baby girl,” Joel frowned. “Why wouldn’t it be? What are you doin’ out of bed?”

“You’re being loud,” she groaned. “You’re never loud.”

“M’sorry kiddo,” Joel said, separating from you and working his way to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out of the water and dripping on the stone edge. “Gimme just a second to get Goldie out of the water before she freezes to death and dry her off, I’ll come tuck you in again in just a minute…”

“Can I get another chapter?” She said it fast, the words all strung together, her eyes big. “Please? They just got into the arena and…”

“We’ll see,” he said. “But only because it’s Friday and you’re sleeping over at Emma’s tomorrow so you won’t get one then. Inside, go on.”

He watched her go and then went to the lounge chair at the side of the pool, getting the only towel he’d brought outside and holding it away from his body, spread open wide.

“Hurry up, before I change my mind,” he said.

“Such a gentleman,” you said, trying not to let your teeth chatter and trying to shove the ache that was still growing all hollow and wanting inside you down deep. You got out of the water and he wrapped you tightly in the towel, his arms going tightly around you.

“Not really,” he said, pulling you back against his broad chest and squeezing you so the water from him soaked into the towel before he shook his shaggy curls over you so drops of water got all over your face as you laughed. “There, cured you of THAT notion…”

“Thanks so much,” you said wryly as he released you. You turned to face him as he ran his fingers through his soaked hair and his shirt pulled up just enough that you caught a glimpse of the smooth flesh around his hips and you found yourself drifting closer to him again before you stopped yourself. Joel put his arms down and seemed to notice exactly where you were, just looking at you for a moment before he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I should go tuck Sarah back in,” he said. “Get into something dry so I don’t get her all soaked…”

“Right,” you said, stepping back from him. “Sorry we woke your kid up because you just couldn’t leave well enough alone…”

“I will throw your ass back in that pool,” he said, going to open the door for you. “Don’t try me.”

“Oh don’t worry Miller,” you teased. “I know just what you’re capable of.”

He started toward the stairs, a little trail of water in his wake as he went, and you watched the pull of the wet fabric of his shirt over his shoulders. You swallowed, hard.

“I’m just going to head out,” you said and he stopped, turning to frown at you.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Really should go wash this chlorine out of my hair. But see you tomorrow?”

“With the list?” Joel asked.

“With the list,” you answered.

“Lookin’ forward to it,” he said, turning to go up the stairs again before looking back over his shoulder. “Drive safe, Goldie.”

He didn’t wait for a response, just heading for his room.

Your heart was still racing.

You left the towel draped over the banister and just pulled on the oversized t-shirt you’d put in your bag before going to your car.

You tried not to think about Joel as you drove home.

It didn’t do you any good to think about him that way. It was Joel. He didn’t see you that way, drifting in that direction was what had ruined things so many years before. You’d just gotten him back, things were so good again, you felt like you belonged again, you couldn’t fuck that up, not because you’d never been able to move past a school girl crush.

But you wanted to kiss him. Fuck, you wanted to kiss him.

You tried not to think about kissing him. You tried not to think about what happened after the last time you’d kissed him. How quickly everything had dissolved, how you’d gone from picturing a future with Joel - a different one than you’d held in your mind outside of fantasy before - to running as far and as fast as you could in a matter of hours.

It’s Goldie, he’d said then. It’s the worst thing that could happen, I wish it was anybody else…

You flinched at the memory, shoving it away. No, you didn’t think about that, not when you could help it. Just like you didn’t think about the way Joel’s lips felt against your skin, how his fingers - warm and think - had traced over you, how he made you feel so clearly seen and adored in a way that no one else had before, in a way your husband had never really seemed to. How he still made you feel that way.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself as you parked, dropping your head to your steering wheel with a groan before you went in your house, closing your car door with a little too much force.

You showered and forced yourself to keep your hands away from your aching slit. You were not going to fuck yourself in your bathroom to the idea of sleeping with your best friend. You weren’t. You weren’t a teenager anymore and you weren’t going to act like one. You were better than this.

Your hair was still damp when you gave up on getting any writing or grading done and went to bed, an almost frustrating, throbbing ache between your thighs. You stared at the ceiling in the dark for a while before you all but threw the covers off and rifled through your nightstand for the discreet little pink vibrator you’d bought years ago when you’d first figured out that, while your husband had many talents, making you come wasn’t one of them.

You went to your usual fallback for porn but didn’t find anything that was really working for you, the ache of longing just getting worse as you gently toyed with your clit under the covers in the dark. Your cunt was slick, your wetness seeping down to your nightie and coating your fingers. It felt like forever that you’d been touching yourself and getting nowhere when the batteries on your vibrator died and you whimpered, kicking your legs down into your mattress in frustration.

“Goddammit,” you moaned into your pillow, tossing your phone and vibrator aside, the ache in you worse than you’d ever really remembered it being before. There was no way you were going to be able to sleep like this, your whole body drawn tight and needy. You fumbled in your drawer for the charging cable and plugged the vibrator in before sighing and staring up at the ceiling again.

Your thoughts drifted to Joel again. You couldn’t help it, he’d felt so good against you in the pool. He knew you so well, even after all this time. He kept your favorite snacks at his house and draped a blanket over you when you started getting cold when watching a movie. He was so funny and so handsome it hurt to look at him and he’d felt so fucking good.

Your fingers slipped between your legs again without really thinking about it, brushing against your swollen, sensitive clit. You resisted it for a moment, the idea of falling into the fantasy of you with Joel, but the need drawing everything inside you all tight and molten won.

It swallowed you quickly once you gave in.

The memory of him was there at the fore so fast, the way his lips had felt on you so many years ago. How you thought they’d feel against you now. His hands ranged over you, around your waist, down to your hips, his fingers twisting and knotting in the fabric there as he bunched it up to hold you firmer, reach you better. You moaned and rocked into your hand, sliding lower, your palm pressed against your sensitive nub as you slipped a finger inside yourself with a moan. You worked yourself open slowly, your slick making easy work of it, as you imagined it was his hand between your legs, his fingers sinking into you. How he’d take your swimsuit off and line his cock up with your entrance and push inside of you as he moaned your name. How his fingers would grip your flesh, prying at you as though he was trying to take you apart to keep pieces of you for himself. How he’d work himself so deep into you that you were certain no one else had ever come quite so close to climbing into another person’s skin before.

You rocked your hips against your hand to the thought of him, not sure where memory ended and fantasy began, the fingers not plunging needily into your hole finding their way to your breast, grasping at the soft swell there, your own hand so unsatisfyingly small compared to his. You remembered the way his voice trembled as he breathed your name - his mouth against the tender skin at the base of your ear - as his cock filled you, the whole of him buried inside like he belonged there as he came.

“Joel!” You gasped as your own orgasm hit, tight channel throbbing around the three fingers you’d managed to fit inside yourself, slick pooling in your palm and your tit filling your other hand.

You came harder than you had in years, let alone from only using your hand and not your toy. It took you a few minutes to come down from the high of it, indulging in the fantasy of him in a way you hadn’t done since your freshman year of college. He last time you gave into it was back when you’d first started dating Gale but you’d felt so desperately alone, like no one had ever bothered to learn you at all. So you’d let yourself pretend that your best friend was still your best friend, that he loved you the way you loved him and that fucking you hadn’t been some mistake he’d made on prom night. It had seemed the most supreme extravagance, pretending that Joel would have wanted you to come like that with him. It still did.

You put a stop to all that when Gale proposed, solidifying your relationship in an entirely new way. You tucked the memory of Joel and his body on and within yours away then. You’d never intended to think about him that way again. But then, you’d never intended to get divorced, either.

“Fuck,” you sighed, shoving yourself out of bed to pee and clean up the mess you’d made of yourself. Before you lay back down, you opened the golden notebook on your bedside table and found the page with the list. You went to the bottom and tried to add another line but the pen in the elastic loop wouldn’t write. You groaned before fishing out the red pen you’d left in your nightstand from a night you were editing in bed from the top drawer. You added two words to the bottom of your list - trying to ignore the way the diamond of your engagement ring caught the light from your lamp, casting little rainbows on the paper - and circled them, pressing the pen into the paper harder than you really needed to.

“There,” you said, capping the pen and dropping it on the notebook you hadn’t bothered to close. The pen rolled until it came to a stop, the red cap almost pointing to the newly added words as though they needed any more attention.

That, you thought, was the solution. If you could just figure out how to accomplish that, you could put Joel back in that little box and keep this stupid crush from blowing up your whole life a second time, as long as you weren’t an idiot about it.

You switched off the lamp and pulled your blankets tightly around yourself, trying to ignore the feeling that the words were glaring at you from their perch on your night stand. They blinked at you like neon behind your eyelids and you tried not to see them in the same way you tried not to think about Joel’s body on yours in the pool as you drifted off to sleep.

Get laid.

Next Chapter

A/N: I just adore these two. Honestly, they keep getting away from me, their conversations are so fun to write and explore that I get lost in what I'm trying to accomplish with a chapter. But that's OK! The ride is the point of this whole fic thing, right?

Thank you for being patient with this chapter! I got a bit sidetracked with another project but I think I'm in a good place to get back to my once a week updates here for a while. I hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait!

Thank you for being here! Love you!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #halcyon

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syeren · 11 months

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WARDROBE MALFUNCTION.

If Miguel had something to be annoyed of, it had to be you.

The ticking of the clock stroke 2:30 PM for their weekly briefing, to which Miguel stood there impatiently waiting for the rest of his crew to show up. Slowly did they trickle in, in groups of twos and threes, but as his eyes scanned the said groups, you were no where in sight… Again.

“Where are they?” He inquired, head slowly turned to Hobie who was situated beside him. Hobie let out a deep exhale, proceeding to stretch his back momentarily before speaking.

“Beats me,” and with that, Miguel let out a scoff.

“Lyla…“ He pressed a hand over his forehead, rubbing at his temples annoyedly. Surely Lyla would be able to hunt you down, the cameras were set up basically everywhere. That was Miguel’s plan of action until loud footsteps became more audible by the second.

You bursted through the doorway, stumbling over your feet as you clambered back up.

“Am I late?” You asked timidly, scratching your nape gently. Hobie tried to stifle a laugh and coughed into his fist, and rotated his reddened face away as he moved along on the wheeled chair.

Peter, who strolled into the room not too long after you appeared, looked at you while letting Mayday play with the tips of his fingers.

“Just in time,” he responded with a smile following after, and a light sarcastic tone to add. With hesitant steps and eyes circled with fatigue, you found yourself plopping at the nearest table on the verge to pass out. Peter took that as a sign to carefully approach you.

A hushed whisper came close to your ear, “everything alright, kiddo?”

You jolted and blinked your eyes rapidly to rid of the blurriness.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m good,” you said tiredly and rested your chin on your elbow, “why do you ask?”

“The ‘I-haven’t-slept-for-days’ look is getting to you. C’mon, don’t pretend we can’t see those ten-pound bags hanging under your eyes! What’s been going on?” Peter asked and looked at you quizzically, head shaking in contemplation whether or not you’ve managed to eat breakfast as well.

“Been trying to figure out a new design for my suit, can you tell it hasn’t been going so grand?” You joked, emphasizing the trial super suit part. Yes, you’ve decided to take on the task of finally putting more importance on the suit that should’ve been well-made and well-kept. If it weren’t for an unfortunate incident where your suit sliced through in a battle, then perhaps you wouldn’t be sitting there about to nod off in fatigue.

Peter placed a comforting hand on your shoulder which Mayday found exciting, and instantly crawled from his back across to your body. The babbling of the small child evoked a small smile from you and you took her into your arms, cooing and toying with her long locks.

“Hey, you could’ve asked me about the suit! You know I have a couple of my own,” he commented, noting the vast array of designs he created. You merely laughed it off, however.

“Peter, you’re like… Bigger than my own stature, don’t you think?” You replied and chuckled in between your words. The man in question was about to let out the most defensive statement, but to your luck — perhaps — Peter was interrupted by a loud cough.

“M-Miguel! So, when’s this meeting going to start?” Peter instantly perked up at the sight of the gigantic man who stood behind him. Small pellets of sweat started to form slightly over his forehead.

Miguel crossed his arms and scowled, grumbling, “the two of you were talking through it, yeah?”

You gave Miguel an apologetic smile before you turned to Mayday, still giggling within your arms. Peter rotated his body to fully face Miguel.

“Sorry about that, see we—“ He stopped and his eyes widened at the sight before him. A soft smile graced Miguel’s face as his attention was fully on you and Mayday, his eyes narrow… But softened. This was a sight that Peter didn’t think he would see, ever. Miguel slightly shook his head and cleared his throat, his expression back to how it was previously.

“We will resume,” he ordered, taking heavy steps back to the front of the room. Peter was left there dumbfounded and to be quite frank — amused. He took Mayday from your arms as she was reaching over towards him and gave you a knowing smile.

“I think I know how to help your little… Suit problem,” he added and placed Mayday back into her carrier. You cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Peter was always so helping towards you so you of course didn’t complain, however, this time something felt off.

You leaned back into your chair, curiously looking at Miguel pointing towards a hologram board with lousy penmanship and scribbles indicating what you assume are location points.

“And that would be?” You asked, head still turned towards the board in boredom. Peter only chuckled, and shifted his weight on his forearms that was placed on the table.

“I can ask ole’ Mig over there,” he spoke quietly, nodding his head in Miguel’s direction. “He’s quite the hands-on and organized guy, he would know what to help you with.”

A sarcastic scoff left your mouth at his words, stating, “you really think he would help me out?”

“One hundred percent.”

You smiled at his honesty and bold comment. Miguel wasn’t the type to just help out on a whim, hell, he isn’t the type to even have a conversation normally. You let out a huff and rolled your eyes, turning your attention once again to Peter.

“Can’t wait to be rejected, I guess,” you muttered, and continued to listen to the rest of the meeting.

Though it wasn’t immediately, Peter came up to you a couple hours later, stating that Miguel agreed to help you out. Well, it just took a couple hours of agonizing pestering from the man to finally make Miguel cave in.

“C’mon! What is a superhero without their suit, eh?” Peter’s voice boomed throughout the empty lab he was situated in, along with Miguel and Lyra, who was chuckling away at his seventh time of convincing.

Miguel let out a sigh, irritation threaded between his eyebrows and his patience on the verge of breaking. “For the last time, no.”

The latter crossed his arms and scowled at the six-foot-nine man. “Fine, fine… Hobie can help them out, ooh perhaps Miles… Maybe Jen,” Peter trailed off, curiosity in his eyes as he peered over to Miguel. Lyra let out a deep exhale, obviously tired of seeing her partner in crime in denial.

“Just do it,” Lyra groaned, rolling her eyes widely, “You’re really a stubborn guy, I think we both know what is really going on with you.”

Peter nodded his head gleefully and seemed proud that he wasn’t the only one noticing his… Strange behaviour towards you.

“What do ya say, tough guy?” He smirked and exchanged glances with Lyra, who also was puffing her chest out in pride.

Silence filled the room as the two awaited for Miguel’s response, and his answer left them internally rejoicing of accomplishment.

“Fine.”

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“— And he happily agreed!” Peter finished his sentence off and you— on the other hand— stood there with a hand on your hip and one eyebrow raised in the air. The both of you were standing in the hallway when Peter stopped you suddenly, him resting his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“Funny story,” you replied sarcastically, still not believing that the Miguel O’Hara happily agreed to assist you.

He slumped his shoulders at your response and scowled. “Hey, I went through that work! Can I get some sort of ‘Hey, thanks Peter! You’re the best!’ or something along those lines.”

You chuckled at his grumbling and clasped your hands behind your back, finally relieved about getting the weight off your back.

“Okay, okay… Thanks Peter! You really are the best!” You beamed, giggling away in delight.

Peter gave you a genuine smile and you notice his smile turned into a smirk as his eyes glanced over your head. He placed a hand on your shoulder and chuckled.

“Well, gotta get going… Mayday needs some grub in her system, adios!” He hinted and turned on his heel, quickly scampering away. You watched as his figure left the area until a low voice startled you.

“Hey.”

You turned around to see Miguel standing closely behind you, piercing eyes looking down at your figure.

“Oh, hi,” you wavered and looked up, the size difference clearly obvious.

He rubbed a hand at his nape and exclaimed, “Peter told me you were in need of help for your suit, what is the issue?”

You nodded. “Well, I’ve been trying to get the mechanics right. Everytime I try to shoot a web out, it ends up being caught in my suit or my lenses end up failing on me.”

Miguel hummed in acknowledgment, shifting his weight to one foot. “I am free in around four hours if you would like… I can assist you fully then,” he added.

A wide smile appeared on your face, and you chirped. “I would love that, thank you.”

He simply nodded his head, eyes flickered between you and the slightly torn suit you had on. It was a nasty gash, one that reached from one side of your back to the other, with tinier ones littered around it.

"Seemed like one hell of a battle," he exclaimed and pointed out the open areas around your body. You reached a hand over to the one on your arm, covering it in embarrassment.

"Duty called," you stated and rubbed your arm. "I didn't think it would be this bad though."

Miguel let out a laugh in response, a low and vibrating chuckle emitted from his chest.

“l also blame Lyla," he said awkwardly and the tips of his ears flushed a light pink. You flashed him another smile and crossed your arms.

"Well, I take that your apology is you helping me with my suit," you teased, finding his tensed-up behaviour quite amusing. Miguel looked at you endearingly.

"I do hope that it'll suffice," he added while gazing down at you. "I think the new suit will fit nicely too."

You stared at Miguel in awe. Not for the fact of him helping you out or him being nice, but because he truly wasn't like what everyone was saying. Sure, he acted in a despicable way, but he had intentions for what he knew was to be right. It was a realistic approach— If he truly wanted to help out, he absolutely would with no hesitation. And here he was, giggling next to you. Miguel seemed to notice you staring and he broke off your little daydream.

"Something on my face... Or?" He inquired.

"Nothing," you said calmly, another smile laced on your face. "Nothing at all."

#miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fluff

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can we talk about how lexa would act if clarke came walking out the bathroom with no pants on and lexa just dead stops mid conversation and just stares mouth wide open even tho the conversation was a serious one at that. she doesnt even continue talking until clarke is out of site because she just cant get out of the bubble of clarke with no pants and smirking the hell out of her.the rest of the days meetings are just not gonna work for her anymore.

I actually think Lexa would be quite adorable when it came to having Clarke feeling so comfortable in her space. Don't get me wrong, I agree with you in that, at first, it would take some time for her to get used to it. Not just having someone in her space like that, but Clarke specifically in her space. And nude. On a regular basis.

I think at first she'd be rather struck by it. The feeling of waking up and looking over and seeing Clarke sleeping on her extra pillow. Hair a blonde trainwreck (idk why but i feel like canon Clarke is a messy sleeper when she actually gets a full 8hrs in an actual bed), mouth slightly open in little kitten snores, and yet all Lexa can do is try and breathe normally because her heart pounds so hard it almost hurts.

But more it's the casual intimacies I think that would hit Lexa the hardest (in entirely good ways). The moments of discussing their plans for the day as Clarke pads out of the bathroom fresh from a bath, her hair slightly darkened from the water and smelling like Lexa's soaps. Smelling like Lexa herself. Almost like a... Like a claim over her. Over each other. Because that's what they do now 😳. They really do smell like each other's soaps and perfumes. They get dressed together sleep together and eat dinner together, and also Clarke likes to steal Lexa's slightly too big lounge shirts that show off just a little bit of buttcheek and a whole lot of cleavage when perpetually left half undone, just to parade around her their room while she gets ready for bed. Like she owns it. (She does. She owns everything, including the contents of her wardrobe and also Lexa's entire ass.)

And just. Sometimes it'd be more than Lexa can really make any sense of.

Because love was supposed to be weakness, and while she is indeed weak for this fuckin chaotic mess of a woman, the moments when Clarke catches her staring and grins at her, when Lexa can't stop herself from grinning right back at being caught... nothing about this between them feels like anything other than strength. Certainly not when Clarke adds an extra sway to her hips just because she knows Lexa is watching. When Lexa gets to the point where it's not quite so overwhelming thinking about Clarke in her space and in her clothes and in her bed that she can walk right up and put her hands on those hips without questioning if the touch is welcome.

So yeah, I think it'd be a process, but also once the dams had been opened I think Lexa would've welcomed it. All she'd wanted from the start was for Clarke to want her to be close too, and while I think some lingering hesitance from fear of invoking Clarke's anger would linger for awhile, I believe wholeheartedly it wouldn't take long for Miss Body Glitter Sultry Eyes Grabby Hands kom Lesbiankru to relax into the reality of being with Clarke. I think she'd look, and enjoy looking. And more than that, I think she'd enjoy the fact that Clarke knows she's looking. Aaand I think, despite being a walking gay 404 error message at any given moment, I think that flirty little shit would be making bedroom eyes at Clarke whenever she got the chance.

Especially when it involved her girl wearing no pants.

#anon #clexa #also smitten #can't forget smitten #i think most times when Lexa wasn't in Heda mode and the world wasn't actively trying to kill one or both of them #she'd be extremely smitten with that little barely there smile she reserves only for Clarke

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imnotasuperhero · 11 months

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Couldn't stop this if we wanted to.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Most of the time life can surprise you with revelations that can either break you or build you up.

A/N: I MADE IT! Well.. kinda. October turned to be a.. busy one. Lol. Here you have days 1, 9 and 23 of Promptober scrambled together since.. I couldn't come up with interesting stuff for each one so.. enjoy this prelude? to the next fic taking over day 20. Hope you enjoy this. This has not been proofread.

The cloudy day manifested itself with a welcomed chill, cold enough to add an extra layer of clothes and you knew exactly what to wear. This is how you found yourself in Natasha's room, rummaging through her wardrobe in search of your favorite sweater.

Once you finished dressing, you made your way to the common room waiting for Wanda to appear. This was her first Halloween season and you convinced her to live the full experience.

"Don't remember allowing you to wear my perfume, too." The deep voice of the redhead had you smiling sheepishly.

"You can't forbid me, anyways," you shrugged nonchalantly, giggling when Natasha pinched your side.

"You're cooking for me for a whole month."

Looking up from your phone, you frowned. "That's slavery."

"You wasted 20 bucks when you put on my perfume. You gotta pay back. With fee." She smiled wickedly, and you inhaled sharply.

But before you could retort, Wanda appeared in your range of vision, and you couldn't help the soft smile taking over. Her figure was covered by a baggy sweater that looked too inviting to live in.

"Hi, you." Standing up, you ignored the redhead as you walked towards Wanda, reaching over to comb her hair with your fingers, allowing yourself to bask in the feeling of her silky locks.

Looking down into her eyes, you saw her green orbs wide open, making you retreat your hand. "Sorry, your hair was ruffled," you almost whispered, cursing yourself for being so straightforward.

"It's okay," she smiled shyly and you felt your heart squeeze in a pleasant way.

"Ready to go?" You offered calmly. Nodding, Wanda accepted your extended hand.

The way to the pumpkin farm was quicker than you'd thought, and the energy exuding from the woman by your side had you enjoying every minute of it.

"This is big," Wanda pronounced with her gaze over the horizon.

"It's why I wanted to bring you before the best ones were taken." You squeezed her hand before you started walking through the endless path of pumpkins in all different shapes and sizes.

"So what we're looking for?" Wanda asked curiously.

"It's your choice," you smiled. "Just make sure it's a good one."

The way Wanda scrunched her nose had your heart melting like an ice cream on a hot day. But before you could lose yourself in your thoughts, your body reacted in automatic as Wanda dragged you through the big field and after a few minutes of discussing and deciding on the right pumpkin, you both found yourselves sitting at one of the picnic tables, with the needed tools between you two.

The next hour was spent between you cleaning the pumpkin first and then joining your and Wanda's skills to carve, sharing moments of your lives and finding small coincidences in them.

"Thank you," Wanda spoke after a few moments, breaking the comfortable silence that settled between you.

"What for?" You looked from the almost-done project to the brunette beside you.

"I always wondered what'd be like to participate in other culture's traditions. So I thank you for showing me." You could detect the sincerity in her eyes and your smile only grew bigger.

"It's my pleasure," you smiled, going back to your task at hand.

Through your periphery, you saw how Wanda hugged herself now that the sun started to hide and her fuzzy sweater wasn't warm enough.

"Want some hot cocoa?" You asked, cleaning the carving tools once you've finished.

"Is this one any similar to yours?" Wanda pointed to the booth a few feet away.

"It's good, but I was thinking about going somewhere warm," you waited for her response with anticipation.

"You're the local here," she smiled that little something that had you turning into a puddle.

Turning off the engine in front of your building, you quickly stepped out as you hurried to the passenger door, feeling something funny in your stomach at Wanda's small giggles.

Once inside your apartment, you busied yourself in the kitchen as Wanda roamed through your belongings, curiosity making itself known as she asked different things that went from photos to decorating objects.

"Is this a raven?"

At those words, you felt your soul do a reset as if you had reached nirvana. The baby hairs in your body stood up in anticipation of what was yet to come.

Turning around, you carefully walked to the brunette with both steamy mugs in your hands.

"It is," you answered, barely above a whisper, afraid this was just an evil joke from the universe.

"It's beautiful." You watched carefully as Wanda inspected the small charm with something akin to curiosity.

After all this time, she was the first person to notice the small pendant despite you having placed it in plain sight. Knowing very well the meaning of it, your mind and heart started a battle about how to proceed with this new information that unfolded in front of you.

"It smells amazing," Wanda placed the chained charm in its place before she walked to the couch, where she sat comfortably.

"It tastes even better," you smiled uncomfortably, handing her the remote.

"Can we listen to music, instead?" She asked ignoring the extended remote and you could only nod. Your eyes never left her movements as she fidgeted with her phone until a soft melody started to fill the room.

The next few moments were spent in silence, with just the music interrupting the comfortable silence and the sporadic comments you shared.

Truth be told, you were thankful for this new setting in your day since the inner fight you held inside had you all over the place. On one hand, you had the dangerous sign finally manifesting in front of you, on the other, the realization that maybe your interest in the woman sitting beside you was something bound to happen. And both seemed like a huge risk of you falling into nothingness without life support.

"Y/N," Wanda's voice brought you back from your reverie, feeling small at her big eyes staring at you expectantly.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" You composed yourself.

"I asked why you left the necklace on the shelf," she repeated herself calmly.

"Oh," you paused as you took a sip of your hot beverage as the small employees in your brain searched frantically for the right words to say.

"I felt the need to buy it in one of my travels. And as I don't believe in casualties, I decided to leave it in plain sight for the right person to be gifted with it."

Witnessing the way her green eyes sparkled with joy and her toothy smile appeared once again squishing your heart in a cozy way, you might have come to the right conclusion.

"That means I can have it?"

Instead of answering, you placed your empty mug on the coffee table before you walked to the shiny necklace, unfastening the lock as you made your way back to the couch.

"Turn around," you indicated and Wanda complied contently. "You're the chosen one," you half joked as you secured the lock around her neck.

But nothing you imagined could've prevented you from the gasp you released when you felt Wanda's back against your chest, like a warm blanket on a cold night.

"I love it," Wanda spoke and it took you one, two seconds to relax and wrap your arms around her. "Thank you."

"Thank the Universe, not me." You spoke those words with a promise you hoped reached her soul.

"You know, I was scared to accept Fury's offer," Wanda's voice was calm, like a balm to your itching insides. "With my past with Hydra and all, I mean." The brunette placed the pendant on her chest before her hand found yours, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to avoid disrupting the conversation. "But even though I don't know how to explain it, the moment I saw you, I felt some sense of… safety," you inspected with rapt attention the way her soft hand intertwined her fingers with yours, like a silent promise.

"I'm glad you decided to stay," you chose the safest words, for you didn't trust it was the right moment to vomit all the feelings she made you feel.

"Promise you'll never leave me?" Wanda looked up at you, with her green orbs waiting patiently.

Unable to answer without choking, you leaned down to kiss under her ear and tightened your grip around her torso, allowing her scent to fill your nostrils, just to make sure this moment was real and not a trick of your imagination.

Granted, you couldn't know how your story with Wanda would end, or even if it would start at all. But if you were sure of something, it was that all the paths lead to her. These past months, when you were in her presence, you couldn't feel anything else but comfort. And if playing the game meant risking your soul, you'd play it anyway for something in you assured you that she was worth it. Part of you belonged to Wanda, whether you liked it or not.

Taglist: @wandabear @red1culous @xxxtwilightaxelxxx (If you wanna be tagged in my fics, let me know)

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fiction #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you #promptober #vee writes

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aemondapologistfrfr · 3 months

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Dethrone - Chapter 9

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, fingering, daggers, swearing, criston cole

Authors Note: aemond finds out how needy his bethrothed is, training w criston cole and besting him bc why not, helaena!!! my sweet girl! (i promise she will be treated RIGHT in this fic and no harm will come to her or her children), a family dinner that’s tame, alsoooo im almost done w this fic but every time i cross something off of my timeline i add like ten more things 😅

Word Count: 3.2k

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Court is to be held tomorrow and I’m buzzing with excitement. In the past few days we’ve solidified with Alicent, and unfortunately Daemon, that we would like to announce our betrothal instead of a courtship. They both agree to the new announcement and I now make my main focus picking a gown to wear to court.

“What am I to wear?” I pace around my chambers looking at the entirety of my wardrobe thrown everywhere.

“I can offer you my assistance.” Kaenna smiles as she enters my chambers.

“You’re finally here!” I laugh out in relief. I run over to her and pull her into a hug finally feeling like everything is starting to fall into place.

“You’re betrothed!” she hugs me back even tighter.

“Can you believe it? I have to find something to wear.” I groan looking at my wardrobe that’s taken up our entire seating area and bed.

“We’re in Kings Landing my child, we will find you the perfect gown. Tell me what your vision is.” Kaenna eyes the state of my chambers and gives me a disappointed look.

I explain and go into as much detail as I can think of for my gown. A warm smile spreads across her face and tells me she’ll get me exactly that and runs off out of my chambers. Gods know where she’ll get that in time. I slowly start to pick up my gowns and bring them over to my wardrobe.

I abandon cleaning and change into my training clothes to head down to the training yard. I look around lost and then find Ser Criston and begin walking over to him in hopes of him training me today. I wouldn’t mind training on my own but I’m still working on my familiarity with everything here.

“Princess, how can I help you?” Ser Criston asks lowering his sword from his opponent and looking toward me.

“If you have time, could you train with me?” I ask with a soft smile not wanting to interrupt him.

“I would be honored,” he walks away from the man immediately. “What’s the extent of the training you’ve had so far? I saw you with Aemond and I was quite impressed.” he smiles walking over to me.

“I’ve trained with many different people when I lived in Runestone. I’ve had a lot of good and a lot of bad teachers, but I absorbed the knowledge nonetheless. I’m hoping to set up a routine here in Kings Landing.” I say looking over the nearby weapons table.

“I can help set up times with you. For today what would you like to work on?” he inquires relaxing more out of his guard state.

“I was thinking close combat.” I hum removing a dagger from a sheath on my thigh.

“As you wish.” Ser Criston draws his own.

We circle each other for a couple breaths before I decide to make the first move. I make a quick swipe with my dagger and then following up with a jab from my left fist. He ducks just missing my fist while bringing his leg out in attempt to trip me. I hop over his leg and he spins to avoid me being at his back.

He pummels forward and I dash out of the way swiping with my blade once more. He moves to avoid it only to have it pressed to his throat a moment later. We continue this same dance until we’re both sweaty and exhausted.

“It seems we have plenty to learn from my betrothed.” Aemond chuckles from the weapons table.

“Hello, my Prince.” I smile widely dropping my blade from Ser Criston’s chest.

“So this is where you’ve been.” Aemonds smile broadens as I begin approaching him.

“Well one of us has to be the protector.” I tease him.

“And you will be my brave knight?” Aemond raises his eyebrow trying to hide the smirk on his face.

“Shining armor and all my love.” I laugh softly as I sheathe my dagger.

“Mm, well I don’t want to steal you away from galant knight training, but I thought you would like to meet my sister, Helaena.” he says leading us out of the training yard claiming my hand in his.

“I would love to. I just need to change first.” I smile up to him.

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We enter my chambers and I tell him to go to the balcony so we don’t get distracted. I pull off my training clothes and pull on a silk slip. I groan loudly as I forget that all my gowns are thrown everywhere.

“Everything alright?” Aemond asks walking into the room and stopping as he drinks in my body.

“Aemond!” I hiss. “I told you to wait out there until I’m done.” I roll my eyes at him.

“I thought you would need help tying up your dress.” he says innocently walking closer.

“I want to meet your sister. You get back out on the balcony before that’s delayed even longer.” I point to the balcony stubbornly.

“Fine.” Aemond turns and walks outside once more.

I grab a black gown that has a mesh neckline that plunges and sleeves that meet my wrists. Shades of blue slip down the torso and end in a deep sapphire. There is a particularly scandalous cut on one side that goes up to the thigh but I think I’ll be able to hide it. I slip it over my head and smooth it out against my body. I put some black slippers on and walk over to my vanity to fix my hair.

“You can come back in.” I call out to Aemond.

“I would burn cities to the ground for you.” he breathes out staring at me in the mirror.

“As I would do for you.” I hum pulling him in for a quick kiss.

I finish my hair and we’re on our way to Helaena’s chambers. I feel bad that I haven’t seen her since I’ve arrived. She’s the only other dreamer I know of and I’m curious to see how her dreams manifest. Hopefully she’s as open and curious as I am.

We knock and enter her chambers. I see three beautiful children sat on the ground playing with blocks in the sunlight. Helaena is contently knitting on the couch humming. She is the portrait of peace and serenity.

“Helaena, this is Viktorya.” Aemond announces me to her.

“I’m sorry I haven’t came to meet you sooner.” I say as I follow Aemond to the couch.

“It’s lovely to finally meet you.” she looks me in the eyes deeply and smiles. “Mother has told me all about you.”

“I hope all good.” I return her warm smile.

“You’re a dreamer too.” she states more than asks as she tilts her head.

“I am. Not many people know.” I say hushed.

“They never seem to understand the burden that comes with our knowledge.” she hums as she resumes knitting.

“Indeed,” I reply. “I’ve been chasing a dream for my whole life.” I turn to Aemond smiling.

“And you’ve finally found him.” Helaena glances over to us.

“I’m sorry,” I say slightly tilting my head. “You know of my dream?” I ask curiously.

“Yes, I’ve waited for you too. You will allow me and my children to escape and be happy in peace.” she looks over to her children with a hint of a smile.

“I will do everything I can to ensure that you all are safe and happy.” I say reassuringly catching her gaze.

“Thank you.” she smiles as she sets her knitting down to glide over to me. She wraps me in a warm embrace. “You’ll do well as Queen.” she whispers as she pulls back.

“Thank you.” I smile hugging her again. “Should you ever want company or to talk please reach out to me and I will come. I promise you.” I offer nodding my head.

“The time will come.” she looks off in the distance.

“Well, we will stop bothering your knitting, sister.” Aemond says softly and I rise with him. We quietly leave her chambers and he shuts the door softly behind us.

“She was very sweet.” I hum grabbing onto his hand.

“She is.” he replies bringing my hand to his mouth so he can place a kiss on it. “I must ask my love..” Aemond says trailing off, tugging us into a dark alcove off the hallways.

“What must you ask my love?” I ask giggling at his antics.

“Are you wearing this just to see how much you can tease me?” Aemond asks backing me up to the wall and he spreads his hand on my exposed thigh.

“I didn’t think it would be noticeable.” my breath hitches in my throat as he brings his hand higher.

“Where are your panties?” he growls into my ear as his hand reaches my bare hip.

“I forgot.” I whisper as he squeezes roughly on my hip.

“I don’t think you did.” his smile turns devilish as he presses himself into me.

I yelp as I’m suddenly falling backwards. Aemonds hands swiftly get to the back of my head to protect me from the fall. We slowly start to untangle and get up. The wall we were leaning on has opened into a doorway.

“I guess we found another entrance.” I say wiping dust from my gown giggling.

“Shall we explore?” Aemond offers he his hand as he begins walking deeper into the tunnels.

“I would love to.” I smile accepting his outstretched hand.

He shuts the door behind of us as we start off. There are many different tunnels and stairwells that I could get lost in for hours. I take in my surroundings baffled at how these aren’t in use. I follow Aemond closely as we start journeying deeper into the tunnels. I know he’s explored these before so I thankful he’s here to offer guidance or I surely would be spending the night in here.

After a while of walking around and showing me all of the back way to important rooms and halls he begins to turn us back around. He leads us up a flight of stairs and we make a couple of turns until he stops us at a doorway. He opens it and leads us back into my chambers.

“Where were we?” Aemond smirks pushing me back on the chair.

“Not getting distracted.” I smile putting a slippered foot on his chest stopping him from climbing on top of me. “You said we could actually attend family dinner.” I pout looking up to him.

“You sound more appetizing.” he whispers watching my skirts slowly fall towards my hip from the angle of my foot on his chest.

“We’re going to dinner.” I reply firmly and take my leg off his chest. “Pull yourself together and maybe you can have dessert.” I smile brushing past him to the main doors.

He catches up to me quickly and we begin walking to the main hall. We arrive at the same time as everyone else does and no one says a word. There seems so be some animosity in the air between the two families. Me and Aemond sit next to each other which seems to be the only common ground between all of us.

Jace is giving me dirty looks and I can’t suppress my giggle at his twin bruises on his face. Daemon clears his throat to get me to stop and I roll my eyes at him and turn back towards Aemond. He’s staring daggers at Aegon, who I now see, has been staring at my chest.

Viserys slowly walks in and we all stop and rise. This is the first time I’m meeting him and his health seems to be as bad as rumored. We all sit once he takes a seat and wait for him to speak.

“How lovely to have you all here with me. To see us together after so many years. So much loss. Let it strengthen us!” Viserys declares raising his glass. “Welcome Viktorya. Shame on Daemon for hiding you from us.” he stares down the table at my father.

“It is lovely to be here after all this time.” I say smiling sweetly.

“And a congratulations are in order!” Viserys booms. “You’ve found love with Aemond!” he says joyously.

I can feel Aemond tense beside me. I know he’s told me that he was never close with his father so of course the smallest amount of attention will feel out of place. I completely understand this and try and comfort him by placing a hand on his thigh. I squeeze his thigh and smile and him supportively.

We all fall into our own conversations as the courses are brought out. Music is played and the spirits are lifted as we all start to relax. My thumb starts rubbing circles absentmindedly on Aemonds thigh as I take a sip of my wine basking in the feeling of a family dinner no matter the true feelings that are hidden.

“Remove your hand before I take you on this table in front of the family.” Aemond whispers in my ear sternly.

I cough on my wine and bring my hand back to my lap. I can feel my face heating and I hope no one has noticed. I risk a peak and thankfully the only person looking at me is Aemond. The servants come and clear our plates and soon after Viserys dismisses us saying he’ll see us all tomorrow at court.

Aemond and I walk silently hand in hand back to my chambers. The tension between us is thick and causing me to get jittery. I’m trying to gauge his mood but he won’t make eye contact with me the whole way back. Once we get to my chambers he runs his fingers through his kept hair.

“I’ve been trying and failing to show restraint when it comes to you.” he breathes out sounding frustrated with himself.

“I haven’t been making it easy. I’m sorry. If you want to sleep in separate chambers until we wed I understand. I don’t mean to be so needy.” I offer softly averting my gaze.

“No, I should be able to control myself. You’re just so perfect. In every way.” he cups my face adoringly. “Gods, the way you tease me.” he says kissing my lips once and trying not to linger.

One of his hands caresses my jaw and he brings his thumb to my lower lip. I slowly part my lips and he groans as I lick the pad of his finger softly. He chuckles lowly and shakes his head. His hand caresses down my body to my waist and guides us back to a chair.

He moves my skirts and helps me straddle one of his legs so I’m completely bare on his clothed thigh. He pulls me closer to him and brings his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth at the friction on my clit as I scoot up his thigh.

He slowly begins rocking my hips with his hands as I toss my head back in pleasure. My hips grind down as he slides me back and forth. Soon I get lost in the rhythm and my hips start moving quicker on their own accord. Aemonds name followed by obscene moans fall from my lips as my pleasure begins to build.

My body becomes taught as I frantically rock against his thigh. He brings a hand between us and starts to circle my clit. With one hand still guiding me and the other on my clit I’m quickly lost in Aemond.

My head falls to his neck as I whimper, coming all over his thigh. His mouth attaches to my throat and his arms snake around my back to pull me closer. I lift my leg over his other thigh so I can fully straddle his hips. He grunts out when my wet core comes into contact with his covered hard length.

I slowly rock my hips on him and his fingers squeeze into my hips which I know will leave bruises for me to cherish. Feeling him through his pants sends a new jolt of excitement through me. I slowly reach down for his belt to help him out of his pants.

“My pleasure can wait until after we wed.” Aemond says softly grabbing my wrist. “It’s the only thing I’ve been able to hold off on.” he whispers helping me off his lap.

“Do you at least take care of yourself without me?” I ask looking up at him through my lashes leaning back on the couch.

“I have to.” he says his cheeks turning red.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you blush so fiercely, my love.” I coo pinching his cheek.

“Don’t make fun of me.” he says nuzzling into my neck.

“Do you think about me when you do it?” I whisper as I smooth his hair.

“Of course.” he pulls back and looks at me sincerely.

“Tell me.” I ask breathlessly.

“I picture you under me on our wedding night. Eyes locked to mine as our bare chests rise and fall together.” he whispers lightly kissing my neck. “I slowly slide into you as your nails rake down my back. Once I’m fully in you, you clench deliciously around me making me snap my hips forward.” he trails off hands sliding up my thighs.

“Please Aemond,” I pant spreading my legs for him.

“I set a quick pace surprising us both. You’re moaning my name as I continuously fuck this tight little pussy.” he says as he slips two fingers into me. “You arch up as you come around me for the first time. I keep going at the same pace offering you no break.” he continues his fantasy as he starts plowing his fingers into me.

“Yes Aemond! Fu-“ I cut off with a loud moan as he curls his fingers slightly getting a new angle.

“My Wife.” he coos bringing his thumb up to rub my clit. “My hips finally falter as I fill you, slowly fucking it into you. And you take it, coming with me again.” he breathes into my neck as I come harder than I ever have before.

I hold onto his arms like my life depends on it and then relax back into the couch once more. He slowly removes his fingers from me and sticks them in his mouth sucking me off of him. He hums in satisfaction as he pulls us up off of the couch.

“I think we should wed as soon as possible.” I smile at him lazily. “Lets make that fantasy come true.” I say slowly removing my dress leaving me in my slip.

“All in time my love. I’ll wait for you as long as I need to.” Aemond smiles as he removes his shirt and pants to get into bed with me pulling me closely to him.

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond x oc #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #prince aemond #aemond smut #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #alicent hightower #helaena targaryen #helaena the dreamer #hotd fic #house of the dragon fanfic

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mouse-fantoms · 11 months

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Absolutely one asked for this but I wanna say what all my favorite outfits are per character is bc I can!

First up, Miss Julie herself, the other day I said I can’t get over how pretty she is in this look so this isn’t that much of a surprise but I mean,

The shade of blue is so pretty on her and the illustration on her shirt is so cute. What also makes this look get double points too from me is bc of the whole how at the start Julie is in baggy clothes bc it’s a reflection of like her grief and where she is with it but then as the episodes continue her clothes get more personalized and like less baggy idk it’s just such a nice little detail and this is such a cute outfit to have be in the last episode for Julie that reflects where she is now with her grief since the boys are in her life now.

My absolute favorite Luke outfit is his llama jacket look,

You’re just used to seeing him in the black background color graphic tees with him and so to see him in this like lighter version of his wardrobe is nice. This one is also my favorite of his lil llama jacket 🥺 observe,

He’s got a llama on his pocket therefore it’s his llama jacket. Also too the jacket just looks so cozy, I mean all his jackets look incredibly comfortable (LOOKIN AT YOU SAD FLANNEL) but it’s easier to see the like individual like threads of it bc it’s white it just looks extra cozy.

My favorite Reggie outfit has to be this variation of his wardrobe,

Don’t get me started on the little detail that it’s implied through his outfits that he’s only got a couple things he can wear bc he always like reusing different things from his other outfits like he only has a rotation of a few things (that is a detail that implies so much about his character and like background of him and ugh I just love it but again don’t get me started). The white t-shirt with his red flannel just is like yes a basic look but idk he just suits it really well. (I love too how his belt matches his bass strap we love the coordination)

Call me basic but I love Alex’s debut outfit that we see,

Again he also just looks cozy with the hoodie and then also the denim material like jacket over it, I like the layering of it and like the distressed part of the jacket adds to it like it’s a good look, it makes it interesting to look at bc of the distress-ness in it. I like that he wears his Fanny pack across his body it’s a good look for him.

Naturally after Alex we have to discuss Willie, I love his lil sweater paws outfit,

This look of his is the closest to my personal choice of wardrobe so that’s probably why I like it as much as I do 😂 that hoodie just looks so comfy and oversized on him. To me too, him having this hoodie just implies that like Alex and him can share their hoodies WHICH IS JUST ADORABLE

My favorite Carrie fit is her like lounging at home look,

THE COLORS OF HER JACKET ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER AND THE DESIGN IS LIKE A SCRIBBLE LOOKING PATTERN ITS SO CUTE AND THEN HER SHIRT SAYS ROYALTY LIKE WHAT A QUEEN MOVE

…ahem

The colors of this one just compliment really well together and I like her shirt, it’s very Carrie of her. This also does indeed give the feeling of an outfit you’d wear to just like relax in.

Lastly, hear me out on this one for Nick,

I like the coordination of hat that matches his hoodie. Like he put thought into at least what hat he’d wear with this which I respect. And like again the hoodie with his jean jacket he just looks warm and comfy in it (Also he doesn’t have that many outfit options compared to how many the others had but this is my top out of them all for his)

#I just Ike looking coziness and feelin cozy is what we’ve gathered here today I think 🥰#I mean my own personal style is just like graphic tees and hoodies to express my interests so maybe that adds up to why certain looks are #my favorite when it comes to them #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp netflix #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie molina #reggie peters #alex mercer #carrie wilson #jatp Nick #jatp Carrie

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crystal-lillies · 4 months

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how was the 13th doctor robbed ?

Well. This is gonna be a long one anon.

For starters, she had a shorter episode count for each of her series (two consisting of 10 episodes, her last only had 6!!! SIX!!! and even with the ending specials that's 3 more, but they did not deal with the third season much at all. That story barely had anything.) Each season since the start of NuWho has been 13 episodes plus Christmas specials, give or take extra specials depending. (10th Doctor had FOUR extra specials after the end of his last season. Plus he showed up in Day of the Doctor, so he's been extra spoiled). Just think of how much more could have been done with more episodes!

She was also robbed of the traditional Christmas specials, which was a staple of EVERY NuWho season before her, and GUESS WHO GOT ONE RIGHT AWAY when RTD came back? (13 got a couple New Years specials which are fine, but she will be the ONLY multi season NuWho Doctor to not have a Christmas special, and that's just wrong. The Christmas specials are iconic and holiday time classics and always focus on familial bonds the Doctor makes and 13 is missing that).

The 13th Doctor's tenure also had to endure COVID, which isn't on the BBC or the showrunners obv, but it still detracts from what she could have had that the past Doctors had and what the future Doctors will have.

The 10th and 11th Doctors particularly had oodles of extra content like shorts and mini features that was nowhere to be found for the 13th Doctor. (In fairness, 12 didn't get as many extra bonus things also, but 12 had full seasons and Christmas specials, including one of the best ones with River Song).

And one of the most egregious forms of theft was from Jodie Whittaker herself. She is an incredible actress and she was hardly given the space to fully go as hard as she could. If you've ever seen the Antigone performance she gives...it's stunning. Legendary. Raw. She is a brilliant actress so she was able to bring some of that into certain moments of the 13th doctor's tenure, but there are painfully few epic moments of 13 in the same way there are so many of the 10th, 11th, and 12th doctors.

Also she was robbed, again with the shorter episode count, of breathing room and development with her companions. Short season runs (10 or less episodes) are So So Lean, and they really hurt so much not just from Doctor Who but the Netflix ATLA, Percy Jackson, Marvel and Star Wars shows, etc. We could have had more development time with Yaz, especially with her feelings toward 13, have them properly shown a lot more, rather than having Mandip and Jodie carrying everything on their backs with little add ins and crumbs. Plus Graham and Ryan! And poor Dan got shafted as the new Flux companion. He got so much less time to really get fleshed out and form a bond with 13. The show even makes a point of that! He's closer to Yaz than anyone.

And 13 was also robbed of one of the most important things of all: passing on her wardrobe to the next doctor.

RTD can say what he likes but he was a coward and an asshole for not having David wear Jodie's costume. He can't in one breath claim to be treading lightly about crossdressing to be respectful (when it's Perfectly Fine to have the POC male villain rock the wardrobe not a half hour before, weird) and in the same breath have Rose Noble's deadname used multiple times in the first TenThree special.

Apologies about the ramble, anon, but more or less, those are many of the reasons why I feel 13 has been robbed in ways her predecessors and her successors were/are not. (I've said these things before and I have said them again, and I'll probably keep saying them.) I genuinely hope this helps you understand some of the lingering feelings of disappointment.

#ask a flower nerd #answered ask #anon #anonymous #doctor who #13th doctor #thirteenth doctor #actors #jodie Whittaker #comparatively speaking aside from eccleston she's had the shortest tenure as the doctor and she's also been the most risky and different.#i have so many feelings on this anon you have no idea #just look at my posts on doctor who and you'll see how much ive agonized over these thinge #but i digress. hopefully this sheds light for anyone curious #10th doctor #tenth doctor #rtd #Russell t Davies #i don't think I'll ever let go of the outfit thing tbh #it's the stupidest hill for rtd to die on and he did. and it bothers me to no end. and there's no reason for it in universe.#Jodie's allowed to wear Peter Capaldi's outfit just fine and Sacha can wear Jodie's outfit but no not David he can't wear the very nb outfit

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luveline · 2 years

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What if like it’s the start of the whole Z thing and people are packing getting outta dodge. And Eddie comes to get Reader who doesn’t realize what’s going on? 🥺

yes let's get this party started tysm for ur request!!! zombie!au | eddie comes to get you at the start of the apocalypse ♡ fem!reader

You're lying on the floor in your bedroom when you hear wheels screeching against asphalt outside. It's a scorching hot day, too hot to want to move, and the floor feels much cooler than anywhere else. You can't bring yourself to get up and investigate, lazing over the wooden floor practically lackadaisical.

You wonder if it's your roommate coming home from her vacation, though why she'd be driving like a lunatic is anyone's guess.

"Always so dramatic," you murmur to yourself, distracted from the book you've held in hand. You let it fall flat to your chest with a huff.

Another screech, louder than the first. You raise your brows and gaze toward the open window as a door opens and promptly slams.

Then, with enough urgency to have you heart in your throat, Eddie starts to shout your name. None of his usual care, only your name on repeat and a hammering at the door downstairs. You live in a simple three bedroom home that's been converted into two apartments, so if he wants to see you he has to wait, or do as he's doing now — harass your downstairs neighbours. They must let him in, because by the time you've scrambled to the window he's not outside the door.

Your name up the stairs. His thundering footsteps.

You throw open your bedroom door and race down the hall to meet him.

"I'm coming, Eddie!" you call, and then add, "It's okay!" for good measure. He sounds freaked.

He hears your voice and stops shouting.

Your hands tremble as you turn the key the wrong way. His shouting has given you a horrible dose of anxiety, worried maybe someone's been hurt. It's the kind of urgency that comes with emergencies — you're expecting to open the door and have him drag you out to the hospital.

"Hey, baby, what's the matter?" you ask as you pull open the door.

Eddie doesn't even look at you. He pushes past you, the roughest he's ever treated you outside of play wrestling, and your hips bump the sideboard behind. Everything rattles.

"Come and help me," he calls.

He bursts into your room. You follow, chest pounding staccato under your hand. "Help you what? Eddie, what the fuck?"

"There's these-" He throws his gaze over his shoulder at you, brown eyes usually so soft sharpened by panic, by a need to move. "We have to get the fuck out of here."

You stare at him. "What happened, baby?"

Eddie gets wound up by everything. Little things sometimes blow really big, and he can't articulate what's bothering him so he just starts yelling.

"We have to go. We have to- I already got some shit in the van, but you need your clothes, and we need food."

"Food?"

That's what clues you in. That and Eddie's complete lack of respect for your wardrobe. He throws the door open and grabs all of your clothes. Party clothes, knit wear, stuff you haven't worn in years.

"What are you-"

"We'll take it all. You can get rid of what you don't want after."

"Tell me what's happening," you demand, foot tapping.

Eddie turns to you, takes you by the shoulders, and frowns. "You trust me. I know you trust me. Pack your things, things you can't live without. Pack them now." He finally cracks, sees the panic on his face mirrored on your own. "There are fucking monsters out there."

You want to laugh because it's an unconvincing concept. Monsters, like you're in a movie, like you're in one of his make-believe fantasy games..

"Eddie-"

"Pack your things."

Eddie almost dives under your bed to grab your backpack, forcing it into your hands. His aren't shaking like yours, but they're frenetic. He moves like he might grab your wrists and then leaves your bedroom entirely.

You take a step to follow him.

"I'm serious! Pack your shit! We have to go," he yells. The kitchen door creaks open. Your fridge unseals and there's a great scraping sound like all the shelves are being pulled out. This continues onto the cupboards; cereal shook like rain on wood, the metal clunk of heavy tin cans, the metallic clash of the cutlery drawer being pulled against its stopper.

You bite your lip hard in an attempt to force yourself back to reality, but there's no reality to go to. There can't be monsters. It's not something that would happen.

"This isn't a funny joke," you say angrily, too quiet for him to hear. You repeat yourself as you walk down the hall and into the kitchen, which he's all but trashed. "This isn't a funny joke. This is mean. I don't know if you had a bad fucking whitey or you've been reading too many of those weird books, but this isn't funny."

Eddie only turns to look at you where he'd been searching your kitchen cabinets when your voice cracks.

"I'm not joking."

He says it absolutely.

You let him lead you back into your bedroom. He takes the backpack from your hands and opens it wide, offering you the two sides so he can tip your underwear into the bag. Socks and panties fall all over the floor and he grabs them without a joke, or an oggling, or even a salacious, smarmy smirk.

"Reefer Rick calls me this morning. He says, Eds, you know that fucking rabies thing they had in Detroit? I told him I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about."

Eddie moves to your nightstand, grabs all your meds and keepsakes and stuffs them into the bag.

"He says okay, but you heard about martial law in Russia, right? I said don't be a fucking asshole, everyone has. Martial law because of the virus, the virus that was making people hostile? That shit is real. They had it in Russia, they had it in China, they have it here. Michigan, Illinois, the people are going fucking crazy and eating each other, baby."

He's moved now to your t-shirts. He doesn't bother putting them in the bag, just has them in a pile on the ground. He adds your trousers. He doesn't bother with your skirts.

"What else do you need?"

You stare at him.

"We have to leave, sweetheart," he says desperately. "If it happens in Ohio or Kentucky, we're fucked. We'll be trapped."

"If what happens?" you ask miserably.

"It's a sickness. Rick says it's a sickness, and he said they fucking killed some guy in Indianapolis who had it. I turn on the radio and-"

Somebody starts screaming in the apartment downstairs.

Eddie pales. You grow incredibly still.

"Carry as much as you can," he says. "If we can, we'll come back."

Eddie grabs the box of pilfered foods from the kitchen and you follow him down the stairs.

Whoever's screaming won't stop. It's a chilling sound. Loud, repetitive screams. Eddie holds his finger over his lips and he looks so domineering you can't help it, you start crying then and there. He inclines his head to the door, listening for movement, and when there isn't any he walks straight past the apartment door and to the main building door.

He opens it and gestures quickly for you to leave. You walk fast out of the door and down the single step. Eddie's van is still running on the curb.

You open the door and climb in, slamming your head against the roof in your hurry. Eddie shoves the box of food at your feet and runs around the hood. He gets in, he closes the door, and he waits.

You lock your door. You lean over Eddie to lock his and can't make yourself sit back down.

He takes your face into his hand. He isn't gentle, but he's far from cruel.

Eddie scrubs away your tears with his thumb.

"Do you think we should go see what's..." you begin to ask.

He looks like he wants to say no. It's shocking. It hurts, thinking that Eddie wouldn't go make sure someone's okay. But you find yourself too scared to do it yourself, and you realise he's afraid. You're both petrified.

"We have to," you whisper.

"I have to keep you safe." He speaks an inch from your face.

"She's not... I mean. She's not dangerous. She's scared. What if it was me?"

"But it's not you."

"If," you say slowly, brain numb with overstimulation, "it were me. And somebody could help me. Wouldn't you want them to?"

You've no clue what's wrong or why she's screaming. These monsters he's talking about, she probably just saw them on TV.

Eddie nods. "You stay here."

"Idiot," he chastises, taking your hand.

You let him get out of the car and wait a few seconds before you follow. He glares at you and stops. You both stand there for a moment, willing one another to do what the other wants.

"I'm not gonna let you go alone."

You look down at your joined hands and squeeze his fingers. You take a very deep breath.

requests are open if you want more of this au! ♡

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outsideratheart · 2 years

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Green Dress (Alexia Putellas x reader)

WARNING: Smut🔞

A/N: Are smutty sundays a things? Maybe they should be.

It was the morning on the Barcelona end of season awards. An event that would host both the men’s and women’s team as well as the higher ups who you had named the suits.

Despite knowing about this event for the past month Alexia still found herself traipsing the streets of Barcelona as she tries to find the perfect outfit. With every shop she enters her patience grows thinner and thinner whilst her sister Alba seems to be in her element.

“Alba” Alexia grabs her sister’s wrist preventing her from going into another shop “I’m done, no more, I have plenty to choose from in my wardrobe”

Now whilst this was true, Alexia did want to find something special, a dress that was sure to leave you speechless.

“Y/N suggested this one” Alba says knowing the power that you name held.

The team did not know about your relationship with the captain but her sister and mother both knew after a poorly timed visit to Alexia house.

“Fine, one more” Alexia begins wondering why you choose this shop and why you felt the need to tell Alba bout it.

The two sisters scanned each manakin and did two laps of the high end shop before the assistant made herself known.

“Miss Putellas”

“Yes” both women’s answer simultaneously.

“Alexia Putellas” the assistant confirms.

The Ballon d’Or winner takes a small step forward “that’s me”.

“Y/N Y/L/N came in here earlier and picked out a dress for you. She told me that you would be struggling so she wanted to help. I have hung the dress in the changing room furthest on the right” the shopping assistant points towards the hall at the back on the shop.

Alexia turns to look at her sister who already has a huge grin on her face.

“One more thing, she asked me to give this too you”

The assistant hands alexia a small envelope and upon seeing that Alexia is about to open it in the middle of the shop, she add further instructions.

“She said you need to read it in private. Once you have seen the dress”

Alexia wonders for moment. Why in private? What did it say? Had the woman read it? She feels her cheeks heat up within seconds, a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.

Once in the cubicle she sees the dress, it was her in a nutshell. It is green, low cut, silk and shows just enough leg.

After seeing it, she opens the card.

Mi Amor, I can only imagine how breathtaking you would look in this dress. When I saw it I knew it was made for you. Tonight I will admire you from afar knowing that when we get home I will be the one to strip you of this fabric.

Te quiero mucho, see you soon.

Hours passed and soon enough it was time to go to the awards show. You arrived alone whilst Alexia had texted you to say that she and Jenni were riding together.

Seeing her enter the large room, it was like everyone else disappeared. You had tunnel vision and the only thing you could focus on was Alexia. As you suggested, she was wearing the green dress you picked out and she shot your expectations out of the water. You bite your lower lip as you begin thinking about what will happen in a few hours when it is just the two of you, Alexia looked good in the dress but you couldn’t wait to see her without it on.

“Careful, you will draw blood” Mapi says.

In a matter of seconds the table had filled up, much to your displeasure this meant that Alexia would not be on your table. You are however join by Mapi, Ingrid, Frido & her partner, Marta and Caro.

“Careful Mapi or the whole table will find out how you fucked Ingrid in the shower last week” you say through gritted teeth in attempt to keep the new couples sexual escapades a secret.

Mapi is thrown off by your comment, you can tell that she is thinking whether of not you are bluffing. Her face tells you that she doesn’t plan on backing down.

“I didn’t think of you as a beggar Maria”

Both player’s eyes widen. Mapi is about to retaliate, that is until Ingrid covers the defenders mouth with her hand.

Alexia feels your eyes on her from across the room and when she finally finds you in the crowd, the look on your face makes her forgot about the insecurities she felt whilst getting ready.

You know that you cannot get up to greet the captain without raising questions. Whilst you and Alexia spent a lot of time together there is no way that you getting up just to greet her would go unnoticed so instead you bide your time and settle with admiring her from a distance.

A little while later you are at the bar talking with Xavi, the manager of the mens team. Although your focus is soon redirected when you see Alexia behind him ordering drinks. She gives you look before turning around so that you can admire her from behind.

She knew how to rile you up.

“Ay diós mío” you mumble to yourself.

You admired Xavi, as a player he was extraordinary and as a manager he has changed the mens team but in this moment you couldn’t care less about what he is saying.

“Excuse me, I am being summoned” he says as he pats your shoulder.

Now you were finally able to be with the person that had been occupying your mind since she walked in.

“Alexia Putellas, you take my breath away” you whisper in her ear from behind. You don’t move away, you stay there in that position and you hear Alexia’s breath hitch as she feels your breath on her skin.

“With the way you looked at me when I walked in I’m surprised you didn’t expose us there and then” Alexia says half jokingly knowing how much will power it must have taken for you to remain in your seat.

She turns to face you, a smile of satisfaction spread across her face.

“Trust me baby, no one is more surprised than me but I respect that you are not ready for people to know about us even though I do find it very hard at times”

With a knowing look in her eyes Alexia seizes this moment and chooses to tease you in front of every one given that you can’t do anything about it.

“I know you do. When I put this dress on I thought about you”

You raise your eyes playfully at her insinuation.

“I thought why would Y/N pick this dress. Is is because of the low cut front” Alexia slips the material to the side revealing her black lace bra.

Jesus, what was this woman trying to do to you.

“Or could you have been thinking about the length of this dress and how high it is on my thigh” she lifts the bottom of the dress ever so slightly but she knows it is enough when she looks into your eyes and they are dark with hunger.

Alexia’s eyes widen as you move closer to her, fearing that you will expose your relationship. You are inches away from her lips before you change course, reaching behind her taking a drink the bartender had made you.

“I promised that I would keep our secret but I have my limits and you are dangerously close” it was a warning and the tone of your voice let Alexia know that you weren’t joking.

Without saying another word you returned to your table. Sitting down you are tenser than before and your mind is only is able to focus on one thing meaning that the conversations taking part around room are simply background noise.

Out the corner of your eye you see Marta stand up, moving so she is sat on the other side of Caroline.

When Alexia pulls herself in she makes the extra effort to move her chair as close to yours as possible.

“Close enough?” You ask her.

“No” Alexia replies loud enough so that only you can hear her.

You listen as Alexia’s converses with your friends. You have tried to join in several times only one person could keep your attention and she wasn’t even trying. Alexia rubs her legs against yours and the minor touch is enough to arouse you.

If Alexia wanted to play then you would show her who out of the two you would leave the night victorious.

You place your hand on her knee and you hear Alexia inhale deeply as she listens to Caro talk about a restaurant she and Marta went to earlier on in the week. You begin extending then retracting you fingers causing Alexia to shiver at the touch.

Then as slowly as possible you begin moving higher up the captain’s thigh. Alexia could feel her skin burn as you got closer to the hem of her dress.

You glance around to make sure no one is looking before continuing. Your hand travels under her dress, inching closer to her core and the you abruptly stop making Alexia turn to you in frustration.

Her eyes are pleading for you to continue. The thought of not know how far you will go is turning her on.

“Why’d you stop?” Alexia asks.

“Wouldn’t want them to find out now would we?” You use Alexia’s wishes against her.

Jenni gets your attention from across the table, bringing you and Alexia out of the little world you had created for yourself in the moment of lust and hunger.

“Y/N—“

“I’ll be right back Jenni, I need to use the bathroom” you excuse yourself from the table but not without giving Alexia a knowing look.

You are in the bathroom all of 2 minutes before Alexia comes in.

“Lock the door” you say and it is more of a demand that a question.

Alexia recognises your tone although she could count on one hand how many times she had heard it in public.

A smug smirk pulls at your lips as Alexia does as she is told.

You stalk towards her and with every step you took forward, she took one back until she felt her back hit the cold wall, she was out of options whilst you had many.

You begin eagerly kissing Alexia who responds immediately, her arms wrap around your neck pulling you closer. You trail kisses from her earlobe, down her chest and you open the front of her dress as you focus on her cleavage before making your way back up to her neck, settling on one of her sensitive spots whilst making sure not to leave any marks. Looking up you see Alexia’s head back, eyes close and you smile knowing that this is only the beginning of what you have planned for her.

You waste no time as you quickly nudge Alexia’s feet apart. You hand travels from her thigh to her centre.

“Y/N” Alexia places her hand on your chest, pushing you away ever so slightly.

“You want me to stop?”

Unable to say the words out loud Alexia just nods.

“Now would a good time for you to remember where my hand is. You’re not in control here Alexia, I am, and you know that you want me to continue, listen to your body”

You pull you hand away and Alexia groans in frustration.

“You’re right. Don’t stop” your girlfriend caves.

You crash your lips into Alexia’s, chuckling slightly when you feel how wet she is.

Your rub her clit with your thumb and one finger teases its way into her wetness, you are barely sliding into her when you hear her moan with both pleasure and frustration.

“Don’t tease” Alexia whines.

“It’s not nice, is it?” You stop your motion making sure that shows knows who is in control.

“I won’t do it again” caught up in the bliss, Alexia lies through her teeth, both you and her know it.

“Liar. Listen to me when I say you and your body are mine Alexia, the only person I need to know this is you”

Alexia head dips back in pleasure and a quiet moan leaves her mouth when your finger enters her but it isn’t enough.

“Another. Pl— please Y/N” she begs for more.

You begin setting the pace with your fingers, starting slow knowing that it would drive her wild before picking up the speed as your movements intensify. Alexia bucks her hips trying to get as much friction as possible. You keep a steady rhythm and when you feel Alexia’s legs start to shake you know that she is close.

“I’m close Y/N” Alexia mumbles.

“I know” you say rather confidently.

Alexia’s walls tighten around your digits, backing up her claim that she is close to her climax. You curl your finger hitting her g-spot and a loud moan escapes her lips. She quickly covers her mouth but it it pointless and the sound is like music to your ears, you wouldn’t never get sick of it.

As if possible, her eyes darken more when she watches your suck her juices off your fingers.

You go into the cubicle, getting some tissue so that you can clean her up. Alexia watches as you bend down and you lift her dress up.

Tentatively you clean her up and being this close you cannot help but tease her more. You kiss each side of her thigh then place one on her centre, the latter lingering a little longer.

Alexia eyes you, hoping that you go further but her face soon changes when you stand up so that you are eye level with her.

“You don’t play fair”

“I’m only thinking of you”

Alexia’s brows furrowed in confusion. If you really were thinking of her you wouldn’t have stopped.

“You could barely control yourself when I used my fingers. We both know how loud you get when I fuck you with my tongue” your voice is laced with smugness and you can only imagine how cocky you must look.

She doesn’t argue though because she knows you are right.

You kiss her quickly before moving to the sink. You look at Alexia through mirror. You don’t break eye contact as you wash your hands. You know your lips are slightly swollen and you see Alexia running a finger over hers, she must be thinking the same thing.

Once your hands are dry you straighten out your dress before unlocking the door. You pause, your hand still on the handle whilst the door remained closed.

Turning around, you kiss her one last time and you’re not shocked when Alexia deepens the kiss, her tongue on your lips as she waits for entry. You give it to her only to pull away within seconds.

You cup her face with your hands. Moving your thumb over her lips. Alexia closes her eyes as she melts into your touch.

“They don’t have to know as long as you know that you are mine” your voice is full on conviction.

“I’m yours” Alexia has never been more certain of anything in her life.

You are about to open the door when you turn to face her.

“Wait a few seconds” You tell her.

Alexia nods “Right, wouldn’t want people to get suspicious”

“No Alexia. You still have that just fucked look on your face”

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emeritus-fuckers · 6 months

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lesbianism? say no more, my touch starved dyke ass is here

could i please get hcs for the ghoulettes with a enby lesbian goth reader? (sfw or nsfw, whatever you prefer!!)

Ghoulettes with a nonbinary lesbian goth s/o

Cirrus (she/ze)

Cirrus's style is a mish-mash of butch, punk and goth (but in the baby bat way) with comfort being the most important.

You share some stuff if you'd like. Mostly jewelry and make-up, since it's the most gothic part of zir wardrobe.

Cirrus likes to occasionally make her own jewelry, so if you're into that, you two make jewelry together.

She likes Scary Bitches, so if you listen to those, you have karaoke parties together with Cumulus.

Correct people on your pronouns why repeating their every word and then using the correct pronouns, putting an incredible amount of pressure on them, while looking directly in the eyes of the person who used the wrong ones.

Cumulus (she/her)

Cumulus goes primarily for comfy clothing, aesthetic doesn't really matter to her all that much.

But she does admire the people who commit to a style or a subculture. And that includes you, of course.

She'd love to go look for more clothes with you, whether you buy or thrift.

She becomes really fond of the music, to the point of humming some of her favorite songs and using a few of them as a small vocal warm-up.

Corrects people about your gender and pronouns (whichever you use).

She adores the jewelry.

Sunshine (she/her)

Sunshine likes a few songs, but no specific bands.

Her style is more... scene kid meets tomboy metalhead.

But she does like gothic make-up, so she'll absolutely let you mess around with her looks.

Just mind the piercings! She loves her piercings, you know!

She'll proudly wear anything you might gift her and tries her best to find things for you, too. Especially on tour, there's always some cool stuff on the festivals they all play on that you would probably like.

We already know Sunshine's a biter. She likes biting you affectionately... but she also bites others.

Willing to bite the face off of anyone who misgenders you. Just say the word.

Aurora (she/they/fae)

While Aurora doesn't really identify as a lesbian per se, she does identify as femme and loves everything feminine.

She doesn't fully understand what goths are, but once you show her a few kinds of goths, she instantly falls in love with faerie, pastel, perky, fetish and cabaret goth styles, so bonus points if you're one of those.

They start experimenting with faer own style, settling on a combination of her previous femme style with pastel and cabaret goth style.

She loves goth dancing, fae thinks it's absolutely fun and adorable. Giggles every time.

Acts confused and asks a lot of questions if someone uses the wrong pronouns on you. That's not what your pronouns are, why are they using different ones? It doesn't make sense!

Mist (he/she)

He likes how it looks on you, but wouldn't go out of her way to change her style.

Mist is a metalhead. He likes a different kind of music than you do, but she does like Sisters of Mercy, so if you like them too, you guys can chill out to it together.

You both wear a lot of dark eyeshadow and lipstick. She'll let you add the typical goth eye-liner to his look. She quite likes it, really.

Goes to concerts with you and has a good time, but wouldn't listen to the music outside of them.

Willing to start a fight if anyone even tries misgendering you.

Written by Nosferatu.

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vibraniumavenger · 1 year

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Ties That Mend -Part 1

TW/CW: Alcohol, Tony's self destructive tendencies, if there's any more let me know and I'll add them!

A/N: This is something I started many years ago, I just never finished it. I'm currently working on the next few parts, I'm accepting suggestions on where this should go too! It's not the best but I hope you enjoy.

Lugging your suitcase behind you, you hesitantly walked into the elevator. You pressed the button that read 'Floor 12' and waited as it made its way up. You were nervous, you didn't want to be here. Unfortunately, being the newest Avenger meant you had to stay at the tower against your will. You were not impressed.

You finally reached your desired floor, before taking a step out. All eyes drifted to your current position and you felt somewhat nervous. They all stood and made their way over to greet you. You extended your hand towards them, allowing them to shake your hand if necessary. A red headed woman was the first to introduce herself. "I'm Agent Romanoff, I'll be your training partner and mentor. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Director Fury assigned you to me for a reason. He deems you worthy, now prove it. As an avenger, you have responsibilities and commitments. We look out for each other, okay? Don't screw up." She warned. All you could do was nod in agreement, your eyes slightly widened. Her face softened and that's when she let out a small chuckle. "You can call me Natasha. I promise, I don't bite. I'm sorry for scaring you."

You relaxed as she took your hand and shook it, before turning to the man that stood next to her. "This is Clint. He's annoying, but you get used to it." She earned a groan of playful annoyance from him before he shoved her. She proceeded to introduce everybody else, until she got to the last few members. "Hey, I'm Sam." He smirked, sending you a wink. You couldn't help but scoff. "And I'm not interested." You shot back before turning to the next guy.

"This is Tony, I’m sure you’ve probably heard of him. He owns the tower, designs the equipment we use. Also, his ego is bigger than his wallet, so be warned." She joked. You turned away from him quickly, forcing your attention on anything else. His face dropped, but he quickly fixed it before the others noticed.

"I'm Y/N." you smiled. "Can somebody show me to my room?" Tony was quick to offer his assistance, but you brushed it off. "Nat, do you mind? I do have a few questions…" she agreed and you grabbed your suitcase, following her closely. Tony sighed, pouring himself a whiskey and knocking it back quickly.

Reaching your room, you thanked Natasha, politely declining her offer of assistance before closing the door behind you. Deciding you would unpack, you emptied your possessions onto the floor. You organised your clothes, placing them in your wardrobe shortly after. Your bathroom was then full of toiletries and you even hung up a few photos. It finally suited your style. By the time you finished, you were exhausted. You just wanted to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep was one of your biggest struggles. If you slept more than four hours, or even slept without a nightmare, it was guaranteed you were becoming sick, which also wasn't very often.

A voice filled your room, alerting you that dinner was being served. You knew it was Jarvis. Making your way to the dining room, a familiar scent filled the air. A small smile graced your face as you entered the room, your favourite meal presented on the table. Taking a seat in between Bucky and Clint, you waited until everybody else had loaded their plate before taking your own portion and tucking in. You ate in silence as conversations erupted around you, each person enjoying the food prepared for them as they socialised with their team mates.

"Y/N, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Steve suggested politely. You hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I-uh, I'm not that interesting. There's nothing really important about me." Tony scoffed, causing everybody to raise their eyebrows and turn their gazes to him. You rolled your eyes before continuing. "What do you guys want to know?"

This time, Wanda was the one to ask. "Is there a significant other we need to know about?” She wiggles her eyebrows in a teasing manner, causing you to blush profusely. After shaking your head, Sam piped up. "In that case, how about you and I get to know each other?" The rest of the team laughed as he sent you a wink.

"Like I said earlier bird brain, not interested." You playfully shot back. His right hand lay over his heart and he feigned hurt, causing you to roll your eyes again. "We heard you're pretty smart. In fact, you have similar knowledge to both Tony and I. It'd be nice to have your input on a few projects if you're willing to?" Bruce smiled. You smiled back, nodding your head and confirming your availability to help. Tony watched you inquisitively throughout it all. "You must've had a real good education. Where did you go?" Bruce asked again.

"I was homeschooled, taught by my father until he passed, my brother until the age of 16 and then my Aunt. By then, I knew everything there was to know. All I had to do was go to college to take the exams, the rest is history." You replied. “Your brother must be an exceptional man. I'd love to meet him one day." Bruce responded. You gave a small nod, brushing off any emotions. Steve spoke up again. "So, do you like jogging?" He simply asked. "I do, I go twice a day. Know any good spots?" You questioned. "Sam and I actually go twice a day too, you're more than welcome to join us." You smiled, thanking him before finishing your food.

"Would you care for a drink?" Thor held the amber liquid out to you. Shaking your head, you declined. "I don't drink." You stated casually before standing up and clearing your plate. The rest of the team did the same and you decided to excuse yourself before they could ask you anything else. You bid them goodnight, walking into the elevator and eventually back to your room. Your nightly routine commenced and you slid into your bed, laying in the darkness until your eyes fluttered closed and you fell into a deep slumber.

You were already awake when Steve knocked on your door at the crack of dawn. He was surprised, but didn't think too much of it. You met Sam in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before making your way to the ground floor and exiting the tower into the cold air. It was refreshing, to say the least. A smile graced your face once again as you made your way to the park. Sam thought it necessary to explain the 'on your left' situation and you were glad. Steve ran ahead of you both. You started off slow with Sam, easing yourself into the exercise. Once you got into a rhythm, you sped up and quickly approached Steve who was miles ahead moments before. "Hey Rogers, on your left!" His face was priceless as you overtook him, a smug look plastered on your face. This continued until you were all satisfied with the miles achieved, making your way back to the tower immediately after. "You got heart kid." He complimented as you exited the elevator. You rolled your eyes as Tony came into sight, a glass of whiskey glued to his hand.

"Tony, it's 10 in the morning. Could you not wait?" Sam enquiries. Tony chuckled, knocking back the drink before pouring himself another. "Isn't it too early for you to be on my case?" He shot back rather defensively. You were somewhat relieved when Sam took the alcoholic beverage and disposed of it, snapping Tony out of his self-destructive tendencies temporarily.

You began walking off, eager to jump in the shower to rid yourself of the sweat. The footsteps behind you got closer and a tight grip around your arm stopped you. "Did you put him up to that?" Tony asked rather harshly. You laughed in the least humorous manner. "I didn't do shit, Stark. Let go of me." He refused, roughly tightening his grip as you stumbled back into the wall. "You need to grow up, Y/N." he sneered. "You have no control over me. As far as I'm concerned, you're dead to me,” you announced, wiggling from his grip and walking quickly to your room, slamming the door and locking it.

You kept your distance for the next few weeks, avoiding Tony at all costs. During dinner, the tension was high and it was clear to everybody you did not get along. If only they knew. Of course, Tony was planning to throw another one of Stark's famous parties much to your dismay. You made it clear you would not be attending.

"But Y/N, it's the first party since you joined! You have to come, it'll be fun. Please?" Wanda begged. You shook your head. "I don't drink, nor do I like parties. I never have." You admitted. Tony rolled his eyes at this statement. "If she doesn't want to go, we can't force her." Bruce defended you. "Don't worry Y/N, I won't be going either." You sent him a thankful smile before walking back to your room, leaving them to plan.

A few days later, it was Tony's party. Hundreds of guests arrived, causing the levels of sound to increase dramatically. The DJ let the music blare and the tower practically shook. The whole team dressed to perfection, giving you a smile before going down to the lower level. You sigh, flopping onto the sofa with your laptop as you begin typing out your work. Fury would kill you if you didn't get it in on time. Bruce checked up on you, bringing you a tea and a few snacks to help you focus. He sat next to you, enjoying your company as you spoke continuously about your research. It had reached 11pm when Bruce began growing tired. He politely excused himself, wishing you a goodnight before traipsing off to his room. Many hours later, the rest of the team made their way up. It was clear they were absolutely wasted, their inability to stand was a major hint. You couldn't help but laugh when Clint tripped and Natasha fell down beside him, laughing harder than she usually would. After helping them off the floor, you lead them to their rooms and ensured they were safe in bed before making your way to your room.

Slipping into your pyjamas, you closed your eyes. Unfortunately, sleep did not come. A loud crash caused you to shoot up from your bed, you grabbed your gun and tiptoed throughout the tower until you found the culprit. Tony was sprawled out on the floor, the glass from the now broken coffee table underneath him. You mentally groaned, you did not want to help him. You knew you couldn't just leave him there. You studied his body quickly, discovering a small cut to his face and hand. Reaching down, you managed to pull him up (with great difficulty) and supported him until you reached the infirmary. Throwing him onto the bed, you grabbed a few supplies.

"Get away from me, what are you doing?" He asked, slurring each word. "You're hurt, I'm helping you." You told him. Using the tweezers, you carefully took the shards of glass from the wounds. He winced, trying to pull away but you held him down. Next, you cleaned it. He let out an audible groan but all you did was roll your eyes. It was his own fault, after all. Luckily, it wasn't too deep. You bandaged his hand and stuck a few steri-strips to his forehead, closing the small wound. You were about to move him again, when he stopped you.

"You don't care, why are you helping me?" He asked. You thought for a moment, not looking him in the eyes. "Because if I didn't, who would?" This silenced him. You steadied him on his feet, before throwing his arm over your shoulder as you took him to his room. You lay him softly, taking his shoes and jacket off and throwing his duvet over him. He seemed satisfied as you lay painkillers and water on his nightstand before turning around. Just as you turn the light off, you hear him. "I know you hate me and I'm sorry..." his snores fill the room as you close the door, brushing off his words and making your way back to your room. "Jarvis, wipe all cctv footage." You demanded. "As you wish." He complied. Soon, you fell into a deep sleep.

Find part 2 here.

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You pointed out something so true. Some that are adamant at admitting T/anner and M/ary and are “just friends” comes from the fact they don’t think someone as fit as T/anner could date her. They cannot fathom in their mind how he could date someone that doesn’t fit the “standard”. And like, they’re basically the same people and there’s a reason they have been best friends for so long. Like, it’s been on my mind for a while and you hit the nail on it.

I sadly believe one of the reasons they don’t confirm their relationship is because of the increasing hate she’s been getting. Like, some people on this fandom already hates her for playing Sam (because of their own misogynistic ideas) and project that onto M/ary, but she’s been getting massively bullied for a while now because she gained some weight and doesn’t dress or acts to feed this celebrity idea. TikTok is unbearable but it has started to migrate to Instagram. It’s been terrible to watch. And I think it’s also the reason why she quit social media and isn’t as open with her life anymore.

I saw some videos of her at the red carpet for CK 6 and I hope I’m wrong but she seemed a bit uncomfortable and it breaks my heart because she’s a beautiful woman with eyes to die for and it’s so refreshing to see a healthy standard body on TV because we are so often feed those “beauty standards” that don’t represent real woman. Plus, she’s on her late 20’s. We don’t lose the weight as easy as before and she’s a type 1 diabetic which means losing weight is already hard. She cannot get into a crazy diet to fit people’s beauty standards.

It’s very sad but a big majority of the CK fandom act like incels on the internet.

To put in perspective - this is what they are calling fat!

THAT IS INSANE!!!!!

Now, you should’ve called anyone fat or make fun of them for their weight, or call them names etc but that girl is not overweight. Not by a long shot.

Bigger than she was when the show started six years ago but that is life. We age, we change.

It kind of reminds me of Florence Pugh TBH and how she gets called fat etc and some truly vile stuff just because her body type isn’t typical Hollywood.

Now, I will say, I’m not sure if the CK wardrobe knows the best way to dress her now TBH as a lot of season six outfits seemed to highlight it. Hence the explosion of hate (in no way is that an excuse just an observation). Who knows, maybe it’s deliberate - god knows they don’t know know how to dress Ralph either 🙄

I think they look at Mary’s face - which is round anyway - and as someone who has a round face I can attest that ANY weight gain will go straight to it - and that she’s filled out.

Social media will be the downfall of society - the lack of manners - how to be a decent human being - reverting to the dark side of humanity because you can hide behind anonymity and it’s just getting worse and worse. It’s like some people are now longer able to realize this is reality - they just see a video and there is a disconnect there - that these are REAL PEOPLE! IDK - above my pay grade but people no longer know how to people.

Look at all the posts here now on how to have decent manners - and common sense - which ain’t so common - on how to interact with people.

I come from a time primarily when, if you wanted to insult someone - you had to do it to their face. Now people don’t have to atone for their bad behaviour unless caught. Not saying people weren’t cruel then either but it makes a difference. People can be ruthless regardless, but the internet has made it more anonymous and acceptable.

Now matter what her weight, she is still absolutely stunning and I don’t think Tanner is suffering any hardship what so ever lol

To quote what a good male friend of mine said to me before - if you ever want a thigh gap just let me know. I’ll put my face down there 😆 and that is not an isolated sentiment.

Stunning!

They are just too cute!!!!

#ask #I got an ask 🤩

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Hollyberry x dark cacao fankid?

Fun fact: this ship is the second on my list. But anyways, here’s Ruby Choco Cookie

She’s named after ruby chocolate, which is this new kind of chocolate that apparently has a berry like taste? Also it’s pink, so like, it was the obvious pick. Also I think when I first came up with the name, I still had Ruby Cacao Cookie as a character, so you could factor that in too (context for people who don’t know: Ruby Cacao was an oc I made that’s Dark Cacao’s sister. She’s currently in limbo for whether I decide to keep her bc I rewrote his backstory again)

Ruby chocolate:

So I know I said before that I was going to give her frilly dresses, but I kind of just decided against that when actually making her today. I still gave her one to reference that, but I’m a little disappointed she doesn’t have that concept. Though I suppose it might make her look too similar to Kouign Amann, at least in concept

Like I said prior, I’m thinking that before when she was younger, she would wear fancy dresses all the time, even while out and about using her big sword. Her wardrobe probably consists of a mix of European dresses and Korean hanboks. In current day, for whatever reason she doesn’t wear them in favor of more traditional adventuring gear, but she does still have some and wears them from time to time

With her actual outfit, I may or may not have taken primary inspiration from Guts in Berserk (sorry I’ve been making Berserk like my new personality), which is mostly seen in her upper body, with the chest plate and shoulder pads (which may have been an unnecessary detail if I’m being honest), along with her bare arms and bandages (well I mean, Guts only has one hand bandaged, but he’s also missing an arm, so. Hmm, maybe I should make a fankid in the future that’s an amputee…). I think I was going to give her sleeves initially, but took them out for the Guts look. Though I think it works without them. I’d say Guts and some of Hollyberry’s alternate outfits were my main inspiration, along with a dash of Dark Cacao’s alternate cape (though I don’t think the fluffy bits look the best). I just wanted to add something from Dark Cacao

Oh and also obviously, I took inspiration from Guts’s sword, the Dragon Slayer. Listen, I had it in my notes that she has a “big ass sword”, and that was always going to stay, why not model her sword after the iconic oversized sword? Though I suppose the details did end up getting covered up by the rest of the outfit (though you can see it in the sketch, though it’s a bit too small). And I’m not entirely sure its relatively simple design really matches Hollyberry and Dark Cacao, but screw it

Her hair wasn’t originally going to be in a bun, it was going to be long (and I still want it that way), but with her sword and cape, I just didn’t have room to also give her flowing hair, so tied up it is. Also I made her streaks pink to look more like the color of actual ruby chocolate. Her main hair color being dark red was more a reference to Ruby Cacao

Also I think an original idea was to incorporate spades in her design? Since Hollyberry is has hearts and Dark Cacao has diamonds, and you could argue that Pure Vanilla’s kind of looks like clubs, so I thought why not complete the set here with spades? But I only remembered that info well into the sketch process, so I didn’t end up incorporating it. Ah well, maybe another time

If I’m being honest, I think she looks too Hollyberry and not enough Dark Cacao. But maybe that’s just because I used a lot of pink and red, since she’s ruby chocolate. But I don’t know if I dislike her design, I think it looks at least fine, if not good

Also, she was supposed to be somewhat chubby, or have some width to her, but I think that accidentally got lost in the finished product. Sorry

Anyways, how about we talk about her character?

To be honest, I really don’t have much. She’s a traveling adventurer, just going around fighting monsters. And while she generally is a pretty friendly person, she in truth prefers solitude, simply sitting in the night sky with nothing but her sword and her thoughts

She wasn’t always a traveling adventurer, instead staying at a palace (probably the Hollyberrian one), but at some point that attitude changed. I don’t know what caused that change, and whether or not it was tragic (Guts may have also influenced her personality/character in some way)

And other than one thing about her maybe meeting Kouign Amann in the past, that’s kind of all I have on her. And I gotta admit, that’s pretty disappointing for me

Like when it comes to these Ancient kids, I usually have an idea of their relationships with their parents or their half siblings, but here I got nothing. I don’t even know what her role as princess of either the Hollyberry Kingdom or Dark Cacao Kingdom means (and as far as ages go, the only thing I have is that she’s probably older than Dark Choco, though I don’t know about Royal Berry). She just kind of exists

I think I focused too much in her design aspect and didn’t think at all about her lore, which is honestly really disappointing on my end. And is she really even that good of a character? I dunno

*sigh* maybe some other time I’ll come up with a proper background for her and her relationship with her family (though right now I don’t really want to)

But yeah, that’s Ruby Choco I guess. Hope you like her!

#also if you’ll notice the page is slightly wider #that’s bc with the ref pics and the length of her sword she just couldn’t fit without being too small #did I have something else to say?#oh yeah I vaguely based that sketch dress design on a Casca outfit #but I only had one ref and it wasn’t the best so it’s not that accurate #anyways #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark cacao cookie #hollyberry cookie #hollycacao #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #ruby choco cookie #my ocs #my art #requests #answers

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