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My ass is down down down by the fucking river again on a Tuesday at 1 AM
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GOOD OMENS FANDOM! Lovely people, please give me your fic recs. im back into my unhealthy obsession and need some fanfiction(smut encouraged ;)) to keep me occupied while i pray for a third season.
#good omens#crowly x aziraphale#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable dumbasses#ineffable husbands#good omens fanfiction
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Natasha (Avengers) x reader (any gender)
Fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

After the traumatizing things she has faced in her life, it’s a surprise to no one that Natasha Romanoff is closed off. What is surprising, however, is how she opens herself to you. Allows herself to become vulnerable, emotional, soft.
In an odd circumstance of events, it’s quiet at Avengers tower.
The only noises you can hear are the sound of your breathing and the slight crunching noise of Natasha’s hair as you brush through it.
It had taken some time to get here. Natasha isn’t vulnerable with just anyone. At the beginning of your relationship, even threading your fingers through her hair was too intimate of an interaction for her. This was difficult for you to understand at first, but you realized eventually that Natasha has never been cared for. Never received without some kind of taking.
Never been soft.
You had started with some experimental things. One day you brought home a head massager, hoping that feeling something scratching her scalp would make her more willing to accept your fingers.
It worked.
You had asked her to give it a chance, and with a forced reluctancy she had obliged. It didn’t take her long to realize that your fingers were magical. Nails scraping along her scalp in the most gratifying way, catching tangles and softly separating them between your digits. You could see her melt into your touch. A mix of satisfaction and warmth rose in your throat that formed a lump there. It was sweet. It was close. Eventually, Natasha came home most days and laid her head right in your lap, awaiting the scalp massage.
After reaching this success, you dove further. You and Natasha had bathed together frequently already, but you were determined to make this soak all about her. You had motioned for her to sit with her back to your chest. You began twirling your fingers in her hair as usual, only stopping to grab the shampoo bottle.
“What are you doing?” She had craned her neck to look at you, confusion in her eyes.
“Washing your hair,” You replied as if it was nothing, no big deal.
She had laughed, sitting up slightly but still keeping her gaze on you. “I can wash my own hair.” You realized that she wasn’t necessarily being standoffish— she really didn’t understand the gesture.
You pulled her back against your chest and returned your fingers to her hair. “I know,” Your voice softened to a whisper, “But I want you to relax. I want to do this for you.” You gently turned her head towards yours. Her eyebrows were knit together and you noticed her swallowing was hard. “Will you let me take care of you?” With tears brimming her eyes, she nodded. As you washed the turmoils of the day out of her hair, tears had flown freely down her cheeks, but she didn’t make a sound. You pretended not to notice. You knew you had to be cautious with her vulnerable side, or it would flee back into hiding.
You both had come a long way since then. Now, Natasha is sitting on the bed in front of you, knees locked into her chest and arms curled around them. Her eyes are puffy. The day had been rough. When she came home, she didn’t hesitate to curl up around you and let everything out. As much as you hated to see her hurt, you couldn’t help but feel so proud of her too.
You work the brush through her hair slow and sweet, making sure to handle any tangle with care.
“You can brush harder, you know.” A soft smile rises to her face, the first one you’ve seen this evening. “I’ve got a tough scalp. No room for being tinder-headed when you’re constantly getting your hair pulled in a fight.” She managed a nostril laugh, but you know she’s exhausted.
“I know,” you start, not changing the pace of your brushing, “but why would I? We aren’t in a rush. I’d rather take my time and be gentle.” You pause, contemplating you next words carefully.
“You’ve been hurt enough. Let me be soft. Let me take care of you.” You feel her stiffen as you say the words and suddenly become afraid you pushed her too far. Before your worries can continue, she spins around and carefully touches your face, pulling you in for a kiss. She tastes like tears and liquor, but it’s a combination you could indulge on forever.
She pulls away, eyes flickering between yours nervously. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth and you can feel the tremble of her fingers against your cheeks. She takes a deep, shaky breath.
“I love you.”
The words echo in your ears like a sweet song, caressing your eardrums before floating down and attaching themselves to your heart. God, of course you love her. You always have.
You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her into a deep kiss, your lips exchanging words that the human language has yet to learn. Tears flow from both of your eyes as you grab onto each other, pulling as close as you can and yet it’s never close enough.
You have a slow and agonizing part from her lips after a moment’s gone by. You run your fingers through her hair as you gaze at her. She’s smiling. Brighter than you’ve ever seen before. The thought that you are the cause of that smile is almost too much for you to bear. You feel like weeping.
“I love you too, Nat. Every part of you.”
You watch the walls she had build come crumbling down as you look into her eyes. You don’t know where the future would lead or how often this level of vulnerability would happen. But you do know one thing.
There is nothing you wouldn’t do, no lengths you wouldn’t go to, to make Natasha Romanoff feel loved.
#natasha romanoff#marvel#the avengers#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha marvel#natasha x reader#black widow#black widow x reader#avengers x reader
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happy lesbian visibility week, i am now visible and you must all see me. i’m so visible right now holy shit!!!
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I can see this so clearly
Ellie: Joel take that off right now
Joel: What? I’m just supporting you kiddo!
Gay rights!
Love is love!
Ellie: You’re literally just saying words
Joel: I always did love that Elton John
He’s such a girl dad omg I 🫶 him
#joel miller#ellie williams#joel tlou#the last of us#tlou part 1#tlou series#joel and ellie#ellie tlou#tlou game
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marlene told joel that she was the only person who could understand how he felt (about sacrificing ellie) but she didn’t. bc marlene didn’t think of her as a daughter. she loved ellie’s mom, not ellie. she put ellie into a fedra orphanage (a group she was actively fighting against) and only cared/interacted with her when she was useful to the firefly agenda —14 years later. marlene had doubts about saving baby ellie in the first place. she rationalized killing ellie (and taking ellie’s autonomy away by denying her the choice) by saying she would get killed or raped or meet some other terrible fate, so why not end her life now? save her from all that? maybe she loved the idea of ellie, the association to the person she actually loved, but joel loved ELLIE. he spent every waking moment with her for months. protected her for months. saw her as his one and only purpose to live. marlene couldn’t understand that, or else she couldn’t have put ellie on that operating table
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The juxtaposition between joel point blank shooting an entire hospital full of Fireflies in cold blood, but then telling the nurse to put a bandage on the tiny little spot on Ellies arm caused by the needle. Its barely even a scratch, and Ellie has definitely had worse, but thats his little girl and he cares about every little hair on her head. He cares so much.
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do you really expect me to trust that even IF a cure was made, it wouldn’t be some bullshit distribution process that only benefited the rich and left everyone else in the same state of death and despair for far too long?
“Oh but it’s the hope that the world can be better than—“ Nah, f*ck that. Why would anyone trust that the right thing would be done with the cure after everything that’s already happened.
Does anyone actually expect Joel to sacrifice his DAUGHTER and put his faith in organizations that have screwed him over, and over, and over again?
Anyways, Joel Miller did nothing wrong. That’s all!
#the last of us#joel miller#tlou hbo#joel tlou#tlou part 1#tlou series#ellie williams#the last of us finale#tlou 1x09#tlou spoilers
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im a joel defender idc
Cure for what? the world was already shit nothing would bring what society was before, people already had the freedom to do what they wanted, kill, steal, cannibalism, rape, the cure would have been useless. Even Tess said Ellie was inmune to being bitten but not being eaten. I have spoken.
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pedro pascal AND elizabeth olson? just go ahead and inject the bi panic into my veins, why don’t you.
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“It wasn’t time that did it”
Alright, Craig and Neil, you can make the check for my therapy out to V-A-L . . .
#the last of us#joel miller#tlou hbo#tlou part 1#joel tlou#ellie williams#tlou series#that last of us finale#tlou 1x09#joel and ellie#tlou finale
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