It Feels So Good, Brigitte. Its Like Touching Yourself. You Know Every Move Right On The Fucking Dot.

“It feels so… good, Brigitte. It’s like touching yourself. You know every move… right on the fucking dot.”

GINGERSNAPS(2000) Dir. John Fawcett

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eddie munson x male reader

plot: eddie tries to teach a frustrated reader how to play dnd, which leads to fluff. (i also have no idea how dnd works so bare with me!)

“eddie, this is making no sense to me.” you said as you looked over the sprawled out table filled with many cards. it had been about an hour since you said you were willing to learn how his favorite game worked, but it quickly became overwhelming. eddie had been trying to help you understand, but his information dumping had only made you frustrated.

“i know, but i’m trying to make it as simple as possible. let’s run over the basics!” he said, sitting next to you as he grabbed one of the cards out of your hands, which you gladly gave to him.

“you are a mage anddd…” reaching across the table to grab another card, he’d place it down in front of you. “you have two spells, a simple lightning bolt and a healing spell. you following so far?”

reluctantly, you nodded at his words. he picked up another card and placed it down. “this is another mage who is your opponent. you will battle him to level up your character. you okay with that?” looking down at the card he placed, and compared it to your own stack, you nodded hesitantly, really just confused with the numbers. no matter how hard you seemed to mask your confusion, it seemed that eddie could always tell.

“m/n, i know it can feel a little daunting, but at least tryyy.” he’d say in his little pleading voice. “i would love to have you come down to hellfire and amaze them with your witch-like powers, and good looks!” he’d say, getting close to you and rubbing his nose in your neck, which helped calm you down a bit. you did a little giggle and picked up your card, scanning it over again. you felt somewhat confident against the random mage he put you up against. “fine, i’ll fight this little booger or whatever.”

eddie pulled away from your neck and gave you a forehead kiss before he went to the other end of the table and grabbed a pair of dice. the table was very messy since eddie was a messy person, but the area around you was clean enough for him to throw the dice around. he’d read a small little passage from the little book of his, explaining the details of your encounter.

“you meet a small figure down the empty trail, he approaches you and pulls out a magical staff that seems to wield lots of power. he tells you to surrender your items or he’ll attack with no remorse. you can either: a: run away, or b: stay and fight. your choice?”

eddie looked up at you, staring into your eyes while you contemplated your options. “option b. i’ll fight him, i guess.”

“atta boy!” eddie would say, before continuing to read from the book. “the evil mage assumes a battle stance before recognizing your status. he senses something inside you, and flees.”

you gave a puzzled look but accepted the information anyway. “okay… well now that he’s gone, can we watch a movie?”

eddie gave a defeated sigh but still gave into your request, turning on the tv crawling onto the couch beside you. you two stayed like that all night until you fell asleep, huddled in eddie’s arms.

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ease into it (pt. 5) - wanda maximoff

a/n: so i’ve finally graduated high school! which means i’m definitely gonna write more since i don’t have anything to do atm. i also made this playlist (it’s for my script, but i i use it while writing this as well) for this if anyone wanted to listen

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Wanda had no idea why she was at school past the final bell, let alone on a weekend. She wouldn’t admit that she tagged along because she suddenly remembered you were a team captain.

No. Natasha wanted to stare, specifically at Carol Danvers and Maria Hill, who were on the opposite team. Emma was there because Scott was there, and Jean and Pietro were at his house alone. Vision was home due to an ankle injury that had him out for a week.

The girls sat in the parking lot while Nat was on the opposite teams sideline, flirting with a certain tall blonde. Tired of waiting, they walked over and stood by the gate as Wanda wrapped her lips around a loose cigarette. She blew out smoke as you stood at the pitch.

Emma and Scott walked to the bleachers, leaving her alone, not that she really minded it.

Her eyes wondered over to Peter on the sideline, taking pictures, probably for the school website. The whistle blew, and you kicked it out to Kate. Wanda had no idea what was going on, but she did know that when Carol tackled you hard, it wasn’t a good thing.

Carol smirked at your groaning figure as you landed hard on your shoulder. “Man, what the fuck?!” Kate yells, getting in Carol’s face. “Sorry.” She mocks, shrugging. You were lifted up, pulling Kate away before she did something she would regret.

Right after, you scored a goal on Carol, making her grimace as you and Kate did your signature handshake and dance.

The score was now 2-0.

There was six minutes left when Brunnhilde ‘accidentally’ hit Karolina in the nose with the ball. It seemed like St. Valkyries was full of bullies. You sighed walking the bench as halftime was called.

“Chavez!” The freshman looked up from the ground. “You’re in.” She pointed to herself, and Fury nodded while the older players snickered at her. “Come on! I don’t got all day.” The girl shoots up from the bench, giving a nervous look to her other friends. 

You clear your throat. “Ok, we’re gonna shift, so Daisy will take over Dean at front center, Chavez will be a defender, okay?” The girl nods as the whistle blows. The game went on, and Carol, being the asshole she was found a way to push America on the ground. 

You and Kate were tired of her. America seemed to be fine, and despite wanting to punch Carol, you wanted to stay civil. And so you did. After an attempt, you tried to score again, but missed. You fell off balance, running behind the goal, but your running stopped when you saw Wanda, now with a Sprite bottle in her hand, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. 

A weird feeling came over you as you waved at her, and she surprisingly waved back.  What you hadn’t known was when Wanda went to get herself a drink and some shockingly good nachos, she spotted Jennifer flirting under the bleachers with Frank Castle, who didn’t particularly seemed interested, but was playing along. 

She didn’t think it was her business to tell, and she didn’t want you to think she was playing a cruel trick on you as she had before. Like that time she complemented your suit for the 8th grade formal, and then embarrassed you on Instagram the next day. She didn’t want to be that anymore. 

She smiles, watching you run back to the field. The game doesn’t end much longer after that. After another aggressive tackle, Carol is finally benched, and you and Kate carried your team to a win. 

The team left you as you did an interview for the school’s news network, but not long after, you were drenched in water from the cooler, and you fell to your knees at the sensation. Wanda watched in amusement, not noticing Natasha leaving with Carol in her Jeep, and the fact that Emma and Scott left half an hour ago without telling her. 

“Shit!” She walked around the parking lot, even calling Vision because Pietro wouldn’t answer. “I’m sorry, darling, I’m not even in-I’m not even in town at the moment.” She sighs, muttering appreciation for even picking up. A beep startles her as the car she was standing by beeped. 

She was too shocked by the sound, that she didn’t notice you approaching. “Are you sure you’re not waiting for me this time?” The question startles her. She turns, sighing at your playful tone. “No. Um...I’m sorry for-My...” Friends wasn’t really a good word. “Emma and Nat...They-They left me here, my car is at home, so...” You nod. 

You could give her a ride. Jennifer was nowhere to be found after halftime, and you weren’t doing anything because you needed to rest despite your friends’ protests. “Uh...I could give you a ride, I think I remember where you live.” You shrug. Her eyes widened at the offer. “Seriously?” She cleared her throat to not seem so desperate to say. “Um. I-I don’t see why not...?” You smile, moving past to open the passenger door. 

“Ladies first.” She smiles back, sitting in the seat. 

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The ride was quiet, soft jazz you’d put on filling the silence. 

“Ya know...” Wanda looks up from her hands on her lap. “The last time we were this cordial...I could barely reach the pedal.” You say with a bright smile which seemed to be contagious as one spread on her face as well. “Do you still play the flute?” You ask suddenly, making her giggle. “Yeah. I’m in Advanced Band. Very fun.” She says, still looking forward. 

“Oh! That’s awesome, man. I don’t still play trombone, but I picked up guitar.” You smile, making her nod. “That’s nice.” As you reach a stoplight, you turn to her, giddy. “Did you like the game? I don’t know if I did good.” You were trying to resist wanting her approval, but you forgot that you were trying to ignore her. 

Talking to her like this felt like when you were just kids gossiping again. “Yeah! You were awesome. MVP of the night, even.” She exaggerates, but you not telling if she was joking, which she wasn’t, nod with a smile on your face. “Thanks.” There was a small bit of silence. 

“Do you still write songs?” These questions were throwing her off guard after the silent treatment she’d gotten for the past month. “Not really...”

“Why not?! You know my friend, Peter, he plays drums, and-and Bucky plays bass. You should totally make a band. Plus you can sing!” You suggest, making her laugh. “Oh, I don’t know...” You pull up to her street, turning into her community. 

“I forgot how fancy this place is.” You ride up to the gate, and wave to the guard. “Hi.” The man narrows his eyes, but Wanda leans beside you. “Hey, Jerry.” She waves, and the man lets you in. This community was actually very few houses, and more like divided property for about five or six properties for families. There were lakes, some properties had other houses, and sports courts. 

You and your family lived in an a bungalow on the rougher side of town. You’d finally gotten to her house, and noticed her father, Erik and the dean, Charles outside, smoking cigars it seemed like. “Thank you for the ride.” She says, taking you out of your staring at the men. 

“Yeah, no problem.” She almost leaned forward and gave you a thank you hug, but she decided against it. “I’ll see you Monday.”

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When you’d gotten home, you saw Jennifer on your porch, talking to your mom who was taking two mugs, and walking into the house. You parked, walking up the driveway. “Where were you?” She asked roughly, making you frown. 

“I could ask the same. I was dropping off a friend.” Friend. You hadn’t even meant to refer to Wanda as such, but it slipped out. “So Wanda is your friend now?” Your jaw clenches at her tone. “Are you jealous?” You chuckle. 

“You think this shit is funny? I was calling you for half an hour, Y/N. But I guess you were so enamored in Wanda’s red hair, and soft green eyes, that you couldn’t even answer your girlfriend’s calls, hmm?” You scoff. Your phone died when you left, and you’d given your charger chord to Kate, but of course she never returned things, so you turned on some old soundtrack CDs you’d left in your car. 

“My phone died, okay? I’m sorry.” She scoffs, brushing past you. “When you figure out how you actually feel, give me a call.”

“You’re being dramatic, nothing new of course.” 

“Fuck you, Y/N.”

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regal ties (pt. 3) - wanda maximoff

a/n: this is my birthday post! hope you all enjoy!

i ii iii

Wanda refused to admit she already missed your company.

Pietro wasn’t boring, and of course she missed him, but he knew her. He knew how desperately she wishes to push his buttons, but he wouldn’t allow it.

That’s why she enjoyed you. You seemed to do her bidding, a loyal soldier. She could do whatever she liked to you, and you’d just have to take it.

“I don’t trust her, brother.” Pietro sighs, holding the hilt of his sword as they walk along. “She is better than you assume. She is a fine soldier, a warrior. I trust her with my life.”

“That is phenomenal, really…but…if she cannot save me from drowning-“

“That was a stunt you pulled, Wanda. You tricked her.”

“Ah! Never mind that!” He shakes his in disappointment, chuckling as they continue to walk on the bridge. Her eyes drifted down, not far from the bridge. She saw the path to the dock, and noticed something.

Stopping as Pietro began to speak again, she saw. Leaving that girl’s house. The one she saw you wave at before. You were both laughing as she pushed you out of her cottage, she shoved your jacket in your hands, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Wanda almost gasped, but she held to herself. She watched as you separated, a goofy smile on your face she couldn’t quite see as you watched the redhead walk back in. When you turned around, you began walking up, but felt eyes on you.

You looked up to see no one there, frowning as you began your trek up the hill back to the stables to sleep due to how light it had become.

<>

When you made it back to the castle the next morning, you walked through the halls, searching for the prince and princess. After a minute or so, you recognized the man walking before you, regarding him with a smile.

“Commander Rogers!” The man chuckles, engulfing you in a hug. “Y/LN.” You two separate, not knowing that Wanda was listening in from behind the door next to you. “How is the princess?” The question makes you scoff as your jaw clenched.

“No comment.” The man laughs, patting you on your arm. “I could put in a word, maybe-“ You hold a hand up in refusal. “No, that is quite alright. I-“ The door creaks open, startling you as you see Wanda standing before you.

“Dame, Rogers.”

You look away from her with a clench of your jaw, your eyes on the floor. “My brother had to walk me to my cottage.” You frown. “I had the day off.”

“The day ends when the sun sets.” You can feel the glare, and the air becomes tense as Steve looks between you. “You are dismissed, Steven.” Steve gulps, bowing as he walks off down. “Y/LN.”

You refused to acknowledge her. She was testing yo- “Y/N! Look at me when I speak to you, please!” You quickly gulp, looking at you. “Come inside, now.”

“I-I cannot, I need to find your brother.”

“Than I shall come with you.”

“Princess-“ Your voice cracked. “Princess, it is a personal matter.” Then she starts to laugh.

“You’ve conceded.”

“I do not understand?”

“You are like a pussy cat. I have pushed you to your limit in two days, and I intend to continue.” She smiles.

Your eyes widen in fear. You begin to stammer on your words, and she continues to smile. “You evil-“

“Who was that girl?” The question stopped your voice and you frowned again. “What?”

“Who’s the girl, Y/N? From our walk, and the one you spent your day with? Does the king know his first in command is involved with a lowly villager?”

“I don’t have time for this, princess.” You shake your head, walking in the direction opposite of her. Groaning as you can hear her footsteps moving towards you. “Listen, I apologize for my hostility.” At that you scoff.

“Are you mad?! You grill me like a hog, and then immediately say “I apologize.”, insanity this is.”

<>

The days after that interaction hadn’t gotten easier. Despite the convoy being ready, the king made no move. Steve and Pietro had updated you, saying it could truly be weeks or months until they made some treaty so the fighting wouldn’t happen.

You escorted Wanda everywhere. Dances, tea parties, dinners. You kept silent, obedient. She kept you so busy, you barely had time to see Natasha.

So thankfully one day, she called you and Anna into her room one morning. Not thankfully, but still.

She was sick.

“Do you want me to notify the doctors to come and take a look at you.” It was a stupid question to ask, but she was a stubborn one, you’d heard. She nodded, so it must’ve been bad.

You raced your horse to the city where the royal service lived, running up into the doctors small office, before riding him to the princess. Word spread, and commoners began to whisper.

And in her daze, so did Wanda.

When she saw you there, patting her forehead with a cold compress, she looked into your y/ec eyes in awe. If no one was there, she’d kiss you just to taste what that girl had. She assumed it would taste like strawberries, you love those she noticed.

Or heard…from Pietro of course.

“You’re alright, my Princess.” Your voice so soft and smooth, and she was your Princess. Forget Sokovia. She didn’t want you to go, but the king had gotten there, Pietro by his side.

They had dismissed everyone but Doctor Banner and his son from leaving. Their mother was out of the kingdom discussing dowries, and possible arrangements for her daughter’s marriage. God, Wanda didn’t want that.

She didn’t want to have to look at you and whomever that girl was, fawning over one another. It’s all she saw. when you got out there. The girl stood with a tall burly man whom Wanda recognized as the butcher from when she was young.

There was a smaller but older woman, next to a shorter blond, and you stood with them in the street, conversing. “CLEAR THE STREETS” The soldiers yelled, and you did, disappearing from sight completely.

<>

The next day, you came in to check on her.

“You look slightly less flushed.”

“Mm.”

You sat with her all day, not against your will. You were actually advised to stay clear, but Pietro sent you to read her a favorite that she got for her 16th. “Leave it up to you to save 30 Shakespeare sonnets.”

“You know I’ve met him twice.”

“Oh! Wow, that is amazing.” Conversation seemed to be friendly, and you both forgot that you loathed one another.

You read them, and the romantic ones hit her harder as your smooth as silk voice vibrates off of the wood. She fell asleep soon after, and you admired her in all her pale beauty.

“Goodnight, my Princess.”

young - wanda maximoff

a/n: I present to you another story adapted from a personal script! hope y’all enjoy this one. i do plan on this being ANOTHER wanda au series, i do have a canon divergence fic coming tho💁🏽‍♀️

Pairing: Actor!Wanda Maximoff x Actor!Musician!Reader

Feb. 2007

It was Wanda and Pietro’s 18th birthday, and all she wanted was to have a nice dinner with your brother and girlfriend. Fortunately they did, and it was fun. Since she was richer, it was easier to swindle drinks, and get what they all wanted. After they’d finished, they of course had an onslaught of paparazzi waiting for them.

“WANDA! ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT YOUR NEW TATTOOS?” Wanda smirked, turning around to reveal butterfly tattoo above her butt, another one on her stomach. Y/N stays behind as Pietro is still trying to move through, lighting a cigarette, and a microphone is shoved in her face.

“ARE YOU AWARE OF YOUR CONTRIBUTION TO THE DECLINE OF AMERICAN YOUTH BY SHOWCASING YOUR SMOKING HABITS IN PUBLIC?” She scoffs lightly, turning to the interviewer, and blows a billow of smoke in his face. Wanda bites her lip with a look of amusement, grabbing her girlfriend’s hand.

She looked at her in awe, laughing as they descend into the black car, Y/N sitting in the passenger’s seat. Pietro runs around the back, pushing some of the paparazzi out of the way.

He starts the car, looking over at Y/N. “You’re gonna be all over the news after that, Y/NN.” Wanda laughs as the car begins to move. Y/N rolls down the window as some of the paparazzi are lightly tapped by the car. The girl pokes her head out with a large fake smile.

“Can y’all move of the f****ng way? Thank you!” The exclamation makes you giggle as the car pulls off. The car drives silently down the highway as Wanda rests her chin on the back of Y/N’s seat as the two hold hands. It’s not long before they reach a private beach with a single house on it. Pietro pulls into the house’s driveway, before looking over to Y/N. Neither notice how Wanda has fallen asleep on the seat.  

:You girls be good, no sex on the love couch!” Pietro yells, making Y/N rolls her eyes, kissing Wanda’s hand as she exits the car to get into the trunk.

“It’s my house!” She yells as Pietro chuckles, but his thoughts move over to Wanda who softly snores, her neck in a weird angle. He softly taps her shoulders a few times, and she finally wakes up. Wanda blinks hard, rubbing her neck as she wakes up. 

“Hmm?” Her brother smiles, pushing her, making her eyes widen with sleep. “We’re here, shorty.” Her face goes from tired and shocked, to a face of recognition as she looks over at the beach house. “Oh! Okay, thank you, Pietro.” She leans up, giving him a hug that he happily returns. 

“Love you, chubbers.” Wanda groans, opening the door. As she does, she lightly taps Y/N’s butt. Y/N giggles lightly, before lugging their stuff up the small set of stairs. Wanda walks behind her, waving to her brother through the window. 

“Love you, too. Tell Monica I said hi.”  He gives her an air kiss, before looking over at Y/N. “Bye, Bye, Wandy!” Y/N turns away from opening the door to wave over at him. He pulls out of the driveway as Y/N finally opens the door, and Wanda grabs some of their stuff, walking into the house. 

She uses her bicep to turn on the light, and it works the first time, allowing her to see the living room, as she walks into their shared room, dropping the bags in there. When she walks back, she watches Y/N. Her eyes wander as the older girl pours a bottle of alcohol into a separate cup. A smile graced her lips, as she kicked off her shoes, but neatly placed them at the top of the pit. 

“You don't wanna sleep?” After the partying and heat equally tiring her out, she was utterly exhausted. Y/N chuckles with her back to Wanda, before walking over to the pit barefoot. She smiles over at Wanda who sits on the couch before accepting the drink. "You just slept.” Wanda takes a sip before placing it on the coffee table. 

“I know, but I’m still tired. I just want us to relax, ya know?” Y/N groans, sitting down. “We can watch a movie, maybe?” Y/N suggests with a shrug. Wanda sighs, taking a sip of the water. She smiles, kissing Y?N on the cheek, thankful she only got alcohol for one. “I love you.” Y/N smiles wide, looking down at Wanda’s eyes. 

They flutter lightly as she lets out a soft breath. Rubbing her shoulder, she sighs, noticing just how tired Michelle was. “Ok, we can go lay down. Let’s get you to bed, grandma.” Wanda chuckles, not even throwing back a retort as she lets Y/N drag her to the room. When they get to the room, Wanda collapses onto the bed, her head hitting the soft pillow with a moan from her lips. 

Y/N walks away for a few seconds to grab a blanket from the closet. When she goes back to the bed, her lips quirk in a small grin as Wanda is already sound asleep. She walks over to the bed, placing the blanket on Wanda before placing a soft kiss on her head.

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