Due to the guitar in Wanda’s room in Civil War, how about a small fic of Wanda teaching Vish how to play the guitar?
“Can you teach me?”
“Jesus!” Wanda gasps in Sokovian. She looks up from her phone to scowl at Vision, who is hovering hesitatingly by the bed. “You can’t–Vision, you can’t just sneak up on people like that.”
“I apologize,” Vision says quickly. “I should better go–”
“No, Viz. It’s fine,” Wanda sighs. “Teach you what?”
Vision studies her closely, searching for any signs of reluctance or irritation as she says this, but all he finds is her brows lowering in curiosity. Her hair is twisted into a knot and she is in casual clothing. Unusual.
“I would like to learn how to use a musical instrument. You know how to play the guitar.”
Wanda narrows her eyes. She slowly stands up and carefully takes the guitar from the wall, giving Vision a pointed look before walking towards the living room.
Vision is glad that Wanda did not peruse the matter any further with questions. The truth is, Vision had been feeling odd lately. A deep, strange fluttering in his stomach has begun to bloom anytime he is near Wanda, and with time he realized it was a pleasant feeling.
He wants to spend more time with her, and he is not completely sure why. He needs an excuse. Hence, the guitar lessons.
Anyone else ever notice how polite Craig can be? Like yeah, this child can be kind of a bully and will beat a bitch stupid if provoked but he also has some good ass manners too?
In ‘Guitar Queer-o’ Craig calls Randy 'sir’ and tells him that he and the other boys would just like to watch Stan and Kyle play Guitar Hero after Stan calls Randy 'uncool’ and demands to know what he is doing and Cartman refers to his real life guitar playing as 'gay’.
And in 'Tweek x Craig’ when Craig goes around to the Tweak residence to tell Tweek that they have to come out and be gay again, Craig is confronted by Tweek’s parents who pretty much immediately ask if he’d like some coffee. Craig replies 'no thank you, I just wanna see Tweek’.
I don’t know why Craig has manners up his sleeve and all the most of the other boys don’t, but you can bet your ass it probably gets him brownie points with tweek’s parents when he is in fact a devil child.
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Jensen x Reader (no specific gender)
15 years ago
“Are you ready for bed, kid?” Your father asked as he lifted you up into his arms.
“No!” You cried, fighting your way back to the ground.
“Why not?” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“I’m not tired!” You pouted.
“What would make you fall asleep?” He mumbled. You shrugged as your father glanced around the room. “How about I… play a song for you?” He suggested as he spotted his guitar.
“Fine.” You groaned.
Your father tucked you in before grabbing his guitar and taking a seat on the edge of your bed. You leaned your head against the soft pillow as he started strumming a tune for you.
You stepped out of your car, heading straight towards the front door. You rang the doorbell once and patiently waited. As the door unlocked, you looked up and you were now face to face with your best friend.
“Hey, Y/N,” Jensen gave you a confused look. “Why are you here?”
You stayed silent for a moment, figuring out what to say. “Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Yeah, sure.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Come on in.”
“So, you want me to teach you how to play the guitar?“ You nodded. “You know that you can’t learn everything in one day.”
“I’m not planning on becoming a rock star or anything.” You and Jensen both laughed. “I just want to know the basics.”
“Can I ask why you want to learn how to play all of a sudden?”
“Well…” You were deciding whether or not you should tell him, but you launched into story anyways. “When I was younger my father would play a song for me every night on his guitar to help me fall asleep. One day he asked me if I wanted to learn how to play the guitar, but at the time it wasn’t really my thing,”
“And now it is,” he chuckled, and you just rolled your eyes.
“Anyways, now that he’s… not around anymore, I’m starting to miss his songs. I wanted to learn how to play the guitar so I could hear his songs again.”
“Hold on,” Jensen said as he left the room. You were wondering what he was doing, but he came back in no time with his guitar.
“You want to learn how to play, right?” He said with a huge grin on his face.
You sat beside Jensen on his couch so you could see everything clearly. He went over the frets and strings with you and he made you play a few notes too.
“So… the strings are E, A, D, G, B, E. Am I getting this right?” You questioned.
“Yeah.” Jensen nodded. “You’re doing great. The way I remember the notes are Eddie Ate Dynamite, Good Bye Eddie.” You couldn’t help but fall to the floor and burst out laughing.
After a minute, Jensen helped you up from the floor and your eyes caught his. You didn’t admit to yourself that you had a small crush on him before, but right now, looking into his beautiful green eyes you couldn’t deny the feelings you had towards him. You were scared to tell him though, because you weren’t sure if he felt the same way. Right now, you had mixed emotions.
Before you could pull away, Jensen filled the space between you both, his lips meeting yours. The kiss was slow, sweet, and passionate. You hadn’t expected it from Jensen, but you didn’t care because you enjoyed every moment of it.
You both pulled away, catching you breath. After a moment, you stood up. “Thank you for the… lesson, Jensen.” You couldn’t actually see your face, but you knew you were blushing. He nodded as you gathered your things together and made your way for the door.
“Y/N, wait.” He called out, and you turned around.
“I want you to… keep my guitar.” Your eyes widened in disbelief.
“Jensen, I can’t take it! It’s yours.”
“No, I want you to keep practicing. I’ll get another guitar soon.” He held the guitar out for you and you sighed, taking it from him.
“Thank you, J.” You smiled and hugged Jensen tightly, not wanting to let go.
“Y/N, if you want to come over another time… I could show you a few more things.” He winked.
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