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yelenasdog · 2 years

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𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 (𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 “𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱” 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: literally the nastiest fucking smut, fluff

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: phoenix isn’t the biggest fan of summer. it’s hot, humid, and penny’s niece has a thing for sundresses. a few too many drinks, and phoenix is letting her know exactly how she feels about them.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4.1k (i got so carried away holy)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: i’m (barely lmao) a minor so if that makes you uncomfy don’t read, reader has hair long enough to tie up, smut, oral (fem recieving), fingering, use of pet names (princess, baby), semi public sex (not really, it’s in a supply room at the hard deck), alcohol mentions, so. much. swearing, i have an obsession w parenthesis (if u can’t tell) and i think that’s it lol

𝐚/𝐧: @eminems-skittles and i were texting abt this last night at like 2 am and i was like fuck it so here this is! lmfaooo also, the women in the moodboards (aside from monica obvi) aren’t meant to be what the reader looks like, simply just the dress i imagined reader wearing + the vibes i imagine ms. phoenix was giving at the beach LOL. i’ll stop rambling now, enjoy!

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It was summer in Fightertown, U.S.A., a fact that Natasha Trace was unfortunately acutely aware of. The air was so hot and so thick you could slice through it, but it was no better than the tension filling the interior of the Hard Deck as she sat, nursing her beer. Small beads of sweat formed on the nape of her neck, and her normally slicked back hair found freedom in the warmth. The humidity was dreadful in those aspects, but that was manageable.

Expected, even.

But what wasn’t expected, was Penny’s niece, Y/n.

Y/n was new in town, only staying for the summer to help her beloved aunt out. And during the short time she’d been working at the hard deck, she’d managed to catch everyone’s attention. Phoenix was not exempt from this group. Whatsoever.

Y/n had bright eyes and a soft smile, similar to her aunt in that way. And also in that she had a certain ability to make those around her feel special.

For Nat, it was the light lingering touches when she would hand her a new bottle, attempting to take the old one out of the way.

Their hands would brush, and the normally assertive Phoenix would find herself blushing and stumbling over her words like a schoolgirl all over again.

“Sorry!” She’d exclaim, with the sundress donned girl standing opposite of her doing just the same. They’d laugh, and then go their separate ways for the rest of the night until Natasha inevitably needed another beer.

(Or 2, even if the second was only really ordered as she was building up courage to talk to Y/n. Which, spoiler alert, she didn’t.)

This would happen anytime the young aviator came to the old rickety bar, and even though she knew that it was how Y/n was with everybody, she still couldn’t help herself from becoming absolutely infatuated.

Oh, and the other reason Natasha was counting on her lucky stars to make it through this summer? Those damn sundresses.

I mean hey, they’re practical!

Nat knows better than anyone how the oh, so thin fabric was perfect for the scorching heat. She knew that the flowy shape that managed to drape around Y/n in the most exquisite way, must have been perfect for keeping her cool as she moved about in the crowded establishment. And she knew she felt like a total perv everytime she would watch as Y/n bent over to grab the box of those beers kept under the bar just for Mav.

I mean, shit, she couldn’t help but think about how easy it would be to just sneak her hand under the fabric, make her come apart in front of everyone without them even knowing it. Using just her fingers, taking her right then and there.

But today, things were different.

It was barely 4:30 (or 16:30, if you had asked anyone in the Hard Deck aside from Y/n, which at the moment, was just Phoenix).

Y/n’s hair was messily tied up, baby hairs wildly astray, similarly to the woman in front of her. She smoothed a manicured hand over the top, taking a second to rest against the bar, white cleaning rag still clutched in her other hand. She allowed herself a moment of peace to watch Natasha, who had come in the hard deck early after being grounded all day.

“So,” Y/n began, her tone slightly unsure, startling the other girl. “What’re you doin’ in here so early, Phoenix?” She looked back up from her feet, warm brown eyes meeting her own.

She shook her head, scoffing, then lifting her hands up to her ponytail. She pulled the elastic from her thick strands, fed up with all of the loose hairs. She let out a sigh of relief, beginning to lightly massage her scalp.

“My plane broke down this morning, and I didn’t have much else to do. It was supposed to be an easy day anyway, so Cyclone gave me the day off.” She lifted an eyebrow in contemplation, taking another swig from the wet bottle in her hand.

“I sat on the beach for a while, but with this damn heat?” She scoffed again, shrugging in a fluid motion.

“Couldn’t last more than 15 minutes.” She didn’t break her gaze with the sundress clad Y/n, letting her eyes wander shamelessly.

Y/n inhaled deeply, letting her bottom lip go from where she had it stuck between her teeth.

“There’s always the water if you get too hot?” She suggested the mental image of Natasha, soaking wet and in a bikini, almost too much to handle for the poor girl’s heart.

“With heat like this?” Nat shook her head.

“The water would feel like a jacuzzi.” They both laughed, enjoying the small banter they had created. But this time, they didn’t go their separate ways.

They stood parallel to each other, both of them struggling to find the right words to say, but wanting so badly to say them, whatever they may be. Soft 80s rock that Natasha could vaguely recognize as Bette Davis Eyes played on the old jukebox, filling the silence that had fallen between them.

“Y/n! There you are!” Penny’s voice echoed through the empty building, causing the two to break apart, Y/n placing a hand to her hips while Phoenix became heavily interested in the ingredients on the beer label, muttering something about ”wow, that’s a lot of carbs”.

Penny gave a skeptical look between the two, tilting her head like some confused mutt. Y/n quickly raised a hand and shook her head left to right quickly, her lips in a thin line. Her aunt widened her eyes, her hands barely raising by her wrists and coming up by her thighs in mock surrender.

“Anyway, Hangman just came back from his assignment, so expect a busy night toni-“ She was interrupted by the opening of the swinging doors, Hangman standing in the middle as cadets and experienced pilots alike flowed in around him, patting him on the shoulders as they went.

“First round’s on Bagman, Boys!” Coyote hollered, to which seas of beige began to flock towards the bar. She gave the brunette across her an apologetic look, before starting to tend to those around her.

About an hour and several rounds later, the doors swung open again, this time revealing the one and only Pete Mitchell.

A variety of shouts and hollers saying “Mav!” could be heard, and a wide smile graced Y/n’s features, causing Phoenix to smile as well. After greeting Jake, he made his way to the old bar, slapping his hand down, warmly greeting the younger girl as well.

“Pete!” She exclaimed, excited to see the older man once more. “The usual?” He nodded, already beginning his survey of the room for Penny. She caught his eyes and smiled, causing both Penny and Y/n to roll their eyes.

Natasha’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the exchange, knowing what came next as Y/n bent over.

The pretty little white dress she wore rode up, per usual, causing Phoenix to just press her thighs together, down her drink, and look away for the millionth time.

But what she wasn’t expecting was for her to stay down as she searched the shelves, unable to find what she was looking for. She sighed, standing up and talking to Mav, no doubt telling him it’ll “just be a second” as she has to grab his beer from the back. He nodded and smiled, allowing her to sneak off, right past Nat.

And maybe it was the extra drinks in her, or maybe it was just that Phoenix was to her very limit, but that dress was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

And so taking a quick drink before she could convince herself it was a bad idea, she hopped off of the leather stool, and followed Y/n to the back with her head down, and her confidence high.

“Fuck, where is it?” Before she’d known it, Y/n was back on her knees, the bare skin becoming dirty at the contact with the grimy floor. She cringed to herself, wiping down her hands on her thighs.

“Whatcha looking for?”

“Oh my God! Phoenix, you can’t scare me like that!” She laughed, taking the cautious hand that had been offered by the girl above her, Nat doing her best not to melt given the view she had. Y/n took her hand, even just the small contact sending her brain into overdrive.

Nat’s hand slowly made its way from Y/n’s palm to her waist, testing the waters as she ran small circles. Her other hand gravitated towards the door, sliding it shut and locking it with ease.

“Is this okay with you?” Nat questioned, Y/n finding the strength to give her one of her smiles she adored so much.

“This is more than okay, Nat.” She nearly whispered, before her hands found either side of Phoenix’s face, leaning in and connecting their lips for the first time.

Phoenix still found that Y/n had things about her that were unexpected, this time as she pushed Natasha up against the shelf, the kiss still continuing despite the clattering of empty beer kegs around them. Y/n allowed her tongue to sweep across the other girl’s bottom lip, Natasha letting out a whimper at the idea of what finally was coming to fruition after so long.

Phoenix let her hands wander, her hands pushing up the flimsy material of the sundress and letting it fall back over her hands. She let one finger swipe over her clothed heat, the sudden contact triggering a moan to fall from Y/n’s plumped lips.

Though she knew that with the current state of the music and the rowdy crowd nobody could really have a chance of hearing them, Phoenix still retracted her hand bringing it up to her lips and making a shushing motion.

“Baby, I’ve barely even touched you and you’re causing a riot.” She chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind Y/n’s ear.

“How long’s it been since someone touched you like this?” She replaced her hand, this time moving the delicate and lacy white panties to the side, running agonizingly slow, yet delicious circles around her clit.

The other girl began to shake her head side to side, trying to form the words.

“Nobody’s ever- Fuck, Nat!” She took the same finger, briefly swiping it down to collect her slick, and bringing it back up to her clit.

“Nobody other than me has ever-Fuck-It’s only been me!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back. Phoenix’s gaze softened, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Oh, honey. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

The words themselves were enough to cause another cry to sound from her chest, but as Nat took her by the back of her neck and kissed her again, she wasn’t quite sure of the cause.

Phoenix continued to allow her nimble fingers to stimulate the area, picking up the pace and then slowing down when Y/n would get too loud.

(Truthfully, if she could have her way, she’d be as loud as she wanted. But hey, she’d take what she could get.)

Her touch altered from gentle to rough, quick to slow, and it all was to watch the girl in front of her unravel in a way Natasha could only describe as sinful.

It was ironic, though, as in that moment, Phoenix could have sworn nobody had ever looked more angelic than Y/n had.

With her head thrown back, white dress hiked up, writhing and grinding up against Nat’s fingers? Phoenix didn’t know how she was still breathing, and truthfully, Y/n had thought she’d died and went to Heaven.

The dainty chains of the necklaces she wore shimmered under the fluorescent light, as did the thin layer of sweat that shone on her chest as it rose and fell.

The straps of her dress had long ago slipped off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the woman in front of her, only driving her further on her self assigned mission to take Y/n apart piece by piece.

“You have no idea what you do to me when you wear those damned sundresses.”

Not allowing her anytime to adjust, Nat entered two slender fingers, causing a loud moan to be elicited from Y/n’s lips.

“Everytime you wear one, bending over like that to get Mav’s stupid fuckin’ drink. Putting your pretty fuckin’ ass on display for me. Makes me wanna fuck you right there, let ‘em all watch.”

Y/n let out another wanton moan from her filthy words, and Phoenix’s opposite hand quickly found its way to cover Y/n’s mouth, not ceasing her movements. Her palm lightly grazed her clit as her fingers worked in and out, Y/n eliciting another whine, muffled by Natasha’s hand.

Natasha looked up to momentarily watch as the girl in front of her thrashed, her hand that wasn’t supporting her body weight moving to massage the tissue of her breast. Nat let out her own groan upon this realization, burning the mental image into her head. She moved forward, kissing the skin in the surrounding area that Y/n neglected, taking her into her mouth.

“Nat! Oh my God- I”m gonna, Fuck! I can’t, Phoenix!”

Nat released her from her pink lips, her other hand smoothing down her hair while feeling her clench around her fingers.

“Yes, you can, Princess. Hold out for me a little longer, baby.” Nat replied, speeding up her pace. Y/n became louder and louder, her hands grasping at the loose strands of Phoenix’s hair.

Suddenly, and oh, so cruelly, Natasha removed her fingers, denying Y/n of her sweet release. Y/n mewled, trying to catch her breath.

“If you want this, you need to be quiet for me, can you do that?” Natasha questioned, following Y/n’s gaze, softly dragging her fingertips back and forth her exposed hip.

“Yes, Lieutenant, I promise.”

Natasha groaned, her head dipping down and her fingers digging into Y/n’s flesh.

“Fuck, baby. Say that again.”

A wicked smile found its way to Y/n’s tired features, her lip turning up at the corner. Her finger found the soft skin of Nat’s jaw, tipping her head up to look at her.

“Make me yours, Lieutenant. Take me.”

With that, Nat’s lips found Y/n’s, bringing her into a searing kiss. Their teeth clashed, and Y/n’s hand managed to pull down the top of Natasha’s red tank top, where she, thankfully, wasn’t wearing a bra, having changed straight out of her bikini into the top.

Y/n let out a sound that was almost pornographic, her head briefly taking solace in the corner of Nat’s neck, her lip latching onto the area, a bruise already forming.

Her hand toyed with Phoenix’s breast, her other hand tracing down her toned abdomen to below the fabric of her low waisted cutoffs. Nat sharply inhaled, her hands wrapping around Y/n’s shoulders.

“Not now- Shit, Y/n/n- not now baby. Wanna make you feel good.” Her words were breathy as Y/n did her best to mimic Natasha’s previous movements. The sporadic nature of her motions caused Nat to twitch under her.

“Let me take care of you, Lieutenant.” She mumbled, slipping one finger inside her with ease. Phoenix’s eyebrows furrowed, a sigh escaping her lips as she hung her head and bit her lip. Y/n pulled back to watch as Nat used her to hold herself up, basing her movements on her reactions.

She began to feel the familiar tightening around her fingers that she had been inflicting upon her by Nat only minutes ago, and continued her pace. She then retracted her fingers, focusing on maintaining a harsh speed around her clit. A high pitched series of moans came from Phoenix, Y/n leaning forward and shutting her up with her formerly glossed lips, still faintly tasting of watermelon and mango.

“You’re doing so good for me, Princess, fuck. ‘M almost there.” Nat remarked when Y/n pulled away, selfishly wanting to hear as Phoenix reached her release.

“Fucking shit, baby!” She cried, her moans becoming shorter, and her head coming down to the crook of Y/n’s neck. Her hot breath fanned on a sensitive spot, the whimpers elicited from Y/n being what pushed her over the edge.

She came with a small shout, still breathing heavily as Y/n slowly circled the swollen area, helping as she came down from her high.

“Y’know you’re quite a hypocrite about not being loud, Lieutenant.” She retracted her hand, bringing it up to her mouth and slowly licking them clean, the last one coming from her mouth with a loud “pop!”

Nat groaned at the sight before her, her hands moving back to Y/n’s waist.

“Shit, Y/n/n, how’d you get so damn good at that?”

“I learned from the best.” She smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

“By the way,” Y/n started, pulling away. Nat gave a quizzical look, beckoning her on, moving to kiss down her neck. She hummed in a questioning manner, the vibration making Y/n whimper, in a way that could only be described as pathetic.

“I thought sailors were supposed to be the ones who swore like there’s no tomorrow.” She chuckled, her joke getting caught in her throat as Nat looked up, shrugging.

“I guess it’s the whole Navy.” She casually remarked, before resuming her good work. Her hands found the hem of the dress, quickly discarding it, leaving her bare in just those fuckin’ white panties. The small bow Phoenix had failed to notice upon initial discovery of the garment made her feel some kind of way, as if she was a present waiting to be unwrapped.

“You look so pretty like this, Y/n/n.” Natashes remarked, her voice almost a whisper.

And she did, pupils blown out, lips hung ajar, a downright mess for the woman standing opposite to her (and only for her). A soft smile graced her features as she felt a certain warmth creep its way up her neck and to her cheeks at the compliment. Nat grinned at the sheepish behavior, diving back in, leaving open mouth kisses on her chest.

Y/n felt it as the brunette took her time, leaving the most perfect bruises, just like the ones she had left on the other’s neck. She was certain they would be at least somewhat noticeable by the time she had returned to her shift, but she couldn’t find it in her to care in the slightest.

Her head involuntarily was thrown back once more (though she wished she could have watched what was happening), as Natasha continued her endeavor down the center of her body, leaving a trail of kisses and bitemarks alike.

When she finally reached her clothed cunt, she left teasing kisses on the inside of her thighs, her hands supporting the back of them, her short, dull nails leaving crescent marks on the supple flesh.

She looked up and bit her lip for the thousandth time (she was sure by the end of this she’d be in dire need of some Carmex), smiling at the goddess of a woman above her.

Y/n thought the same, watching as the Athena-esque woman that was Natasha Trace held her with strong arms and soft hands, having them move to trace up the front of her underwear, pressing firmly and suddenly right where Y/n needed Nat most.

“Oh, Fuck.” She brokenly responded, her breath once again being held from her as Nat slid the white fabric down her thighs, the wetness that had been accumulating for so long beginning to drip down her thigh.

Phoenix, seeing the opportunity, immediately leaned forward, drawing her tongue along it and cleaning it up, accented with a small nip of her skin. She continued on her path, pressing french kisses to her mound, avoiding where Y/n wanted her most, in stark contrast to earlier.

Y/n, overwhelmed, bit down on the palm of her hand in fear of Natasha stopping if she had heard her make any noise. She took quick notice of this, pulling away momentarily.

“It’s okay, baby, I wanna hear you.”

Y/n widely smiled, groaning as she continued to chase Phoenix's mouth with her heat, blinded by want. Natasha followed her, finding a smooth rhythm. The supply room was filled with the most wonderfully obscene noises, accompanied by the chanting of Nat’s name like some kind of prayer. Phoenix pulled back, her chin glistening with slick and her eyes bright.

“You have the prettiest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever seen, Princess.”

Y/n felt another wave of heat to her core at her words, which was swiftly and skillfully combated by Nat’s tongue and her nose bumping at her clit. She continued on, moaning into her core at the sweet taste on her tongue, that she was sure was her new favorite.

Grasping at her breasts, she began to feel the familiar building in her stomach, her breath became shorter, and the room started to get hotter.

“Lieutenant-”

“I know baby, I know.”

“Nat, fuck!”

“Come on, baby, I’ve got you. Come for me, princess.”

Hearing her words, that was all she needed to be pushed over the edge with a series of moans, leading up to an exclamation of Nat’s name.

Feeling as her body became rigid, Natasha slowly pressed open mouthed kisses to her clit, taking her through her high as she came down, her body erratically moving in Phoenix’s arms. She then worked her way up, feeling her body become fluid once more in Phoenix’s arms.

They made quick work of recovering, though Y/n could quite make the shaking from the adrenaline to subside. She pulled on her dress first, and before she could find her underwear, she looked over to where Nat had already fixed herself up, and had them hanging from her finger.

“Lookin for these?” She asked, a smug smirk adorning her features.

Y/n jokingly scowled, rolling her eyes.

“Give ‘em, Phoenix. I’m serious.”

Nat threw her hands up in mock surrender, shaking her head and looking to the side.

“I mean, they’re ruined anyway. It’d be best not to have them on.” She persisted. Y/n moved her hands to her hips, realizing that she wasn’t going to budge.

“Whatever, Nat.” She laughed, moving past her, and leaning down to grab the box she had originally came back there for.

Much to Phoenix’s surprise, though, she bent at the knees, revealing absolutely nothing.

Her jaw dropped at this, realizing that all these times-

“It was a ploy?!” She almost yelled, a huge smile on her face.

Y/n turned around, this time taking her turn to shrug.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

Nat was left by herself in the small space as Y/n smiled, unlocking the door and walking out to the bar, where Mav was nursing another beer.

“Mav! Sorry I took so long. I see you ended up with just a normal Bud Light, eh?”

Just then, Natasha walked back out, taking her seat at the bar that somehow hadn’t been filled in her absence. Pete looked to her and then to Y/n, shrugging as he took another swig.

“Well, I saw Phoenix follow you back and shut the door, so I figured it would be awhile.”

A mortified look briefly crossed both of their faces, to which he only laughed, laying a hand on top of Y/n’s.

“It’s all good, really. Me and Penny have had our-“

“Okay, okay! Got it, Mav. Thanks.” Y/n choked out, a laugh following suite as she propped up one of his drinks next to him before walking over to where Natasha was sitting, chatting with Hangman. Phoenix gestured for her to come over to the other side of the bar, so she ducked down, coming to stand next to her with her hand on her shoulder.

“So, Y/n,” Jake started, standing from his perch. “Maybe next time you’ll pull me into the closet with ya, hmm?” He clapped Nat on the shoulder in what seemed like some sort of bro solidarity, walking off with a smile.

Phoenix gave him a scowl, pulling Y/n down onto her lap by her waist, her hand quickly finding its way up her skirt once again. Y/n’s breath caught, awaiting her next words with a giddy smile doing its absolute best not to escape.

“Not a fucking chance.”

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i hope you liked that! if you did, pls make sure to reblog and comment! have a great day/night! make sure to drink some water and eat some protein mwah bye y'all

xx hj

#phoenix x reader #phoenix x reader smut #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace imagine #Natasha trace smut #Natasha trace x reader smut #natasha phoenix trace #natasha phoenix trace x reader #top gun maverick smut #top gun imagine #this is also such a hot concept w roo so i may examine that LOL #we will rock queue

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nerdylilpeebee · 2 months

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I am not one to put myself into discourse but I really need to explain something to you,

As a Palestinian you need to understand that Hamas aren't killing babies, those 40 Israeli babies were made up, this had been confirmed over and over again. Palestine is older then Israel, Isreal only started existing after WW2, Palestinian's welcomed them but we're faced with Starvation,genocide, rape and bombing in return.

It is currently Ramadan, a time of fasting from sunrise till sundown, yet they have no food nor water to have before this period.

13,000 innocent children have died. Over 300+ not even making it to their first birthday. Girls and woman are experiencing periods and pregnancy without proper supplies. Isreal is not struggling, they have received over 300+ billion dollars in support from the U.S.A alone. You're ignorance isn't some "I'm better and different" stunt. You are actively supporting the death of entire bloodlines and families.

Don't you dare pull "Well, what if their Hamas" Isreal has proved they can bomb a specific room to kill them. This isn't about Hamas, Isreal is wiping out entire families, lives, homes, etc.

They're killing innocent animals too.

To put this in your shoes, imagine if you were bombed, raped and tortured, not knowing if you were going to make it to the next day, you're being starved. Whilst media is actively supporting your nightmare, funding it, even.

Before you pull the Hamas card on me, I have been raised with Western media and in America. I find myself lucky for this even though my people are struggling.

Please, scroll through pro-Palestine tags without bringing your opinion into the matter to see what is going on. I beg.

No, honey, actually it wasn't disproven. The people who tried said "yeah, babies were beheaded, but it wasn't 40 of them." XD

Palestine is not older than Israel. There are references to Israel in the Torah, which is older than Islam. And no, the Palestinians did not "welcome Israel". XD that is blatantly false.

And really? So tell me, why do they know for sure these 13k kids have died but can't name how many of their hostages are alive? Please explain that to me. How is that possible?

Okay? Israel not struggling doesn't mean anything. XD Being weak and having your government steal the billions in foreign aid to make themselves rich does not make a war against you a genocide.

I'm not supporting the deaths of anybody, and It is 100% about Hamas, Israel literally sends warnings in an effort to avoid civilian casualties. Even if Hamas isn't lying (incredibly unlikely) they have killed less than most wars have in the modern era.

Even if I was in their shoes, honey, I wouldn't want people siding with my oppressors because westerners decided the terrorists who'd murder me for speaking against them and consider everyone I know and love to be martyrs they're happy to sacrifice are resistance fighters. And hell, there are Palestinians who hold this very stance, who knows that Hamas is the fucking problem not Israel, westerners like you just ignore them.

You were raised in America and with western media? Cool. Doesn't change that you're falling for propaganda. XD being raised in the West does not make you immune to propaganda.

And no, I will not let idiots spread misinformation, and I will not let them villainize the Jews because Israel is actually defending itself when terrorists attack them and kidnap their people instead of laying down and dying.

I have paid plenty of attention to what's happening, including from the Pro-Pal side, I just happen to know terrorists aren't the good guys just cuz they play to people's sympathy and use their own people as human shields to make Israel look like the villain.

Just cuz it didn't lead me to agree with you doesn't mean I haven't been exposing myself to Pro-Pal talking points and "evidence."

#tvp discourse #long post #israel #arab israeli conflict #hamas #gaza

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jigawattsims · 9 days

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haiiii!! my name is kelsey n i am eightteen yrs of age. i have been playing the sims since i was 4 yrs old, and i just recently got the courage to start a newish simblr to interact with fellow simmers. i been lurkin' around and even posted something a lil bit ago. i am wanting to create lookbooks, and gameplay for y'all hopefully!! i am a lil shy n kinda new to posting on socials (besides my personal insta) so pls be patient with my posts and me responding to peeps :3 ˚.°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･❀ੈ

here's a lil get to know me :3 i am from the U.S.A i am a college student at asu, yikessss... i am a HUGE fan of music (i will give music suggestions hehe) i still run my dad's EA account for the sims lol

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the sim in this photo is my favorite sim dove. she is apart of my legacy family - the mendoza family. she is marrying emilio who is the 2nd son. she is absolutely gorg and i love her lol

anyways, hopefully this gets out there bc i wanna share all my sims and my creations! and if you're a simblr pls reach out and reblog/like this post so i can find some mutals and new posts to follow!

#ts4 #new simblr #simblr #sims 4 #new to simblr #the sims 4 #new simblr alert #ts4 screenshot #sims4 screenshots #sims4cas

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kiuda · 1 year

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DREAMBLR CENSUS 2023

Hi, hello and welcome everyone to the 2023 Dreamblr census results!

Let me start by thanking all of you for taking part - I love looking at statistics like that and making this has been a real joy. I hope at least some of you will find the results interesting as well <3

So, first things first - some numbers. 353 people have taken part in the census. There are over 350 people that say ‘yes I am a part of Dreamblr’. That’s amazing! I am so happy to see this community thrive :D

Now let’s get to the questions.

What continent are you from?

One of the more straightforward questions on this census.

The results are not surprising in the slightest - over 85% of the people that have taken the survey are from North America or Europe. 5.9% come from South America, 4.8% from Asia, 1.7% from Australia and Oceania. 4 people decided not to answer and thus became citizens of Antarctica and one person comes from Africa.

What country are you from (optional)?

Before we get to the statistics, it’s important to mention a couple of things. First of all - this question was optional. The survey site let you pass without putting anything in and the question itself had the word ‘optional’ in it. Despite that 2 of the 4 people that chose Antarctica also wrote in the countries they lived in. All in all 270 out of the 353 people decided to answer this question.

Second of all.

Americans.

For the love of everything holy.

Please. PLEASE. Decide on one way to call your country.

As I was using google forms, the survey was sensitive to lower- and upper-case letters, which meant that in the end there were 25 versions of the your country’s name, including (but not limited) to: America, Murica (including ‘eagle noise’ once), the U.S, The U.S., u.s, U.S.A., U.S.A, United States, united states, United States of America, United states of america, US, Us, us, USA, USA! and u s of a.

Special shoutout to the person who just wrote in ‘Arizona’ as well.

In the end the top 10 (eh kind of) most popular countries on the survey were……

Drumroll please!!

USA - 133

Canada - 26

Germany - 17

Poland & UK - 8

Brazil - 7

England - 6

Russia - 5

Chile, France, Sweden and the Netherlands - each with 4

As you can see, I have decided to treat ‘England’ and ‘UK’ as two different answers, since that’s how the survey responders decided to specify their countries.

What age are you?

Another straightforward question. Over 70% of us are between 18 and 25 years old. 13 are 31-45 years old and 8 people decided not to specify their age. 1 person has declared to be over 45 years old. You can see all the answers on this awesome pie chart as well!

I think it’s pretty cool how while a lot of us are young adults or even still teenagers, there are also older fandom enjoyers among us :D I hope you are all enjoying your time!!

When did you join the fandom?

First of the more fandom-specific questions. And probably the first question, where the answers genuinely surprised me!

A lot of us are OGs! Either having joined in 2019 or early/late 2020! Those people remember it all - the beginning of Dream SMP, the first vlog, Antfrost’s coming out and even the beginning of manhunts in some cases!

Out of the rest, early 2021 was another popular entry point to the fandom. Which shouldn’t surprise anyone either - it was still during the pandemic, probably the peak of Dream’s (and Dream Team’s/Dream SMP’s popularity).

9 people did not remember when they joined the fandom.

Similarly, 9 people are newbies! They’ve joined us in late 2022, while 23 joined in early 2022.

No one has joined in 2023 yet. (or haven’t seen the census. also possible.)

Who is your main?

This is a question that I could have made better in hindsight. I think a better answer than ‘I can’t decide’ would be ‘I like them all equally’, since I was assuming that all participants of the census did like the Dream Team members either way. It’s not a big mistake, just a small note I wanted to add.

To most likely no one’s surprise - the most popular person among Dreamblr’s population is Dream (224), followed by George (63) and Sapnap (15). 51 participants couldn’t decide on one of them.

Who do you watch besides the DTeam the most (out of other mcyts)? Please list 3 people max.

This question caused more problems than I'd imagined. Guys. I was asking about other MCYT (aka Minecraft Youtubers and Streamers) besides the DTeam. That means that I had to unfortunately eliminate some answers, the most popular out of which was Hasan, who I don’t think has ever played Minecraft before.

To answer some of you, who had some doubts about who counts as a MCYT….

Yes, Wilbur Soot does count.

Yes, Charlie Slimecicle also counts.

Yes, Hermits also count.

I am also counting Ludwig, since he did make Minecraft content.

PeteZahHutt also counts.

Corpse Husband counts as well, since he is technically a DSMP member.

RTGame counts as well - again, Minecraft content on his channel.

Again - Hasan does not count.

So now, without further ado… The top 10 most popular answers!

I have also not counted answers that went over 3 people (as in, I have only counted the first 3 names).

If any of you were wondering - 8 people really wish Hasan did play Minecraft.

Which Dream content is the best content?

Another easy question with an easy answer, where most people either prefer Dream’s Youtube content or just love it all.

Quick shout out to the two people who love Dream’s music the most and two who prefer other content than specified in the survey.

What got you into the fandom?

The toughest question to count. I did not expect so many different answers, so in the end I’ve decided to sort all the answers into a few categories (and I am sorry about that I know it’s not the best way to go about it, but here you guys can see all the answers to the question in an google spreadsheet if you want to).

dnf (answers included: ao3, heatwaves, dnf compilations on youtube or tiktok…)

manhunts (answers included: youtube recommendation of manhunts, binge watching manhunts…)

art (answers included: sad-ist animations, art in general, cosplays…)

lore (answers included: Dream SMP, lore vods…)

Other MCYT creators (answers included: SMP live, wilbur soot’s videos…)

Friend/family member recommendation

Among us streams

Twitter (answers included: seeing drama, twitter trending page…)

Other Dream Team content (answers included: other Dteam videos, tiktoks by them…)

Fandom (answers included: a tumblr mutual started posting about them, tiktok compilations, youtube compilations…)

Hot (answers included: found George/Sapnap hot)

I don’t remember

And finally. The last question of the census. The one we all have been wondering about.

Have you been here since before the face reveal?

As it turns out…

Only 2 people joined us since the face reveal!

The rest of us has known about this community and about Dream earlier and was waiting the day of the face reveal impatiently.

And that’s it! Thank you once again for taking part, hopefully my rambling won’t make this post too boring to read!

Have a great day/night! <3

#dreamblr #save #fav #dreamblr 2023 census

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tonightillbeonthathill · 5 months

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Bruce Springsteen: I understood that underneath this illusion of freedom was an oppressiveness that would kill me

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My Hometown (Bruce Springsteen Live at LA Coliseum, Los Angeles, CA - September 1985)

Bruce Springsteen: “At some point I said to myself—and I know this is one of the things that caused me a lot of distress—I said, Well, okay, what if I am the guy in ‘Born to Run,’ with the bike and the girl, shooting down the road. But when you get out there a little ways, there’s not that much traffic. And you can’t see the people in the cars next to you; all the windows are tinted. And all of a sudden you’re out there, but where is everybody? So I guess I kinda thought, Well, all right, you know; so maybe I get to do these things, but what about everybody else?

And that didn’t come from a real selfless motivation or some idea to do good. Because I understood that it was a self-preservation question. I realized that you will die out there, simple as that. I understood that underneath this illusion of freedom was an oppressiveness that would kill me. And that where maybe I was different was that I knew it.

So when I got in that situation, I felt tremendously threatened, and I did not know why. It was totally instinctive. Matter of fact, I don’t think I really knew why until not that long ago. But initially, when I was twenty-five, it was just instinctive—I felt threatened, I felt in danger. And it was funny because those were the exact opposite responses that people generally have. But I didn’t know why I was havin’ ’em; I was just havin’ ’em.

So initially, I wanted to just reject the whole thing—‘This is bad; all this is bad’—as people have done before. I think you look at some of the older rock and rollers, they’ve chosen to reject it and their opposite choice was to move to religious fundamentalism. But I got so alienated from religion when I was younger that there was no way that that was ever gonna be an alternative, in that sense, for me. I just could never see it.

I think when I got in that spot, I really did feel—and not in a paranoid fashion— attacked on the essence of who I felt that I was. So at that point I realized that, unattached from community, it was impossible to find any meaning. And if you can’t find any meaning, you will go insane and you will either kill yourself or somebody will do the job for you, either by doping you or one thing or another.

I began to question from that moment on the values and the ideas that I set out and believed in on that Born to Run record: friendship, hope, belief in a better day. I questioned all of these things. And so Darkness on the Edge of Town was basically saying, You get out there and you turn around and you come back because that’s just the beginning. That’s the real beginning.

I got out there—hey, the wind’s whipping through your hair, you feel real good, you’re the guy with the gold guitar or whatever, and all of a sudden you feel that sense of dread that is overwhelming everything you do. It’s like that great scene in The Last Picture Show where the guy hits the brakes and turns around. The Darkness record was a confrontation record: ‘Badlands,’ ‘Adam Raised a Cain,’ ‘Racing in the Street’all those people, all those faces, you gotta look at ’em all. Right through to ‘Darkness on the Edge of Town’—that was a whole other beginning.

Now, you strip a whole bunch of things away from the thing, and you lose a lot of your illusions and a lot of, I suppose, your romantic dreams. And you decide…you make a particular decision. And that is a decision, I believe, that saves your life—your real life, your internal life, your emotional life, your essential life. Because you can live on, and a lotta people do; there’s all sorts of people livin’ on out there, you know. But I knew—and this ties right in with the discussion I had with Jon about Born in the U.S.A.—that the reason I began to do what I did was for connection. I desperately needed connection. I couldn’t get it; I wanted it.

And that’s why the guitar was my lifeline. That was my connection with other people, more than anything else. Because other things will not sustain you. Maybe for a while you’ll be distracted and have some fun, but in the end, your real life, you’ll die, you will really die. And then once that happens, I believe there’s only a certain amount of time before the physical thing catches up to you.

So you’ve got that situation, where I turn around—on the live record, that’s where ‘Badlands’ fits.”

#bruce springsteen #springsteen #songwriting #freedom #survival #psychology #song #music #my hometown #home #community #darkness on the edge of town #born in the usa #born to run #Youtube

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 3 months

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Breaking the Class Ceiling Chapter 2

This is set in early 1900s U.S.A., during the Edwardian era with some style changes into the upcoming Art Nouveau period. I've changed history a bit for this. Pretending that America didn't have a full Civil War and trying to create a more optimistic outcome for the purposes of the story. I've also tried to research what the rules for society/socializing were back then, and tweaked some of them.

Warnings for upcoming chapters: minor character death, some sexual harassment/assault (but nothing too graphic or traumatic), smut

You did what?!” George Barnes exclaimed. Bucky had gotten home late and reported everything to his father.

“What? You did something similar to Mama, didn’t you? And it worked! You married her!” Bucky explained.

“Yes, but at a great personal cost to her. She lost all the backing of her family, and we struggled for money and status,” George replied tiredly.

“I was trying to make an impression so she would remember me. She is going to send a card, an invitation to us to come visit and see her greenhouse.”

George gaped at him, his mouth flapping like a fish.

“Come now, Papa, this is a good thing! She may be rich but she’s not uppity or holier-than-thou. And she wants to show you her tropical plants,” he finished, waggling his eyebrows at his father.

George hesitantly smiled, “Tropical plants? How interesting,” he mused. “But I am still upset with you. That was a huge gamble to take, and in such a public place with high society.”

Bucky smirked. “And yet here we are,” he spread his arms wide. “With an official invitation and an excited host. Sometimes a little scandal is good. And I like her,” he looked away, blushing. “She’s…different.”

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Three days later they received the invitation. You had insisted in the invitation that they meet casually, but George was beside himself, pulling out different outfits until he found one he decided was good enough to wear to meet you.

“Papa, she’s not the Queen of England,” Bucky said exasperatedly.

“No, but she was made a lady by her. And she is America’s princess,” George replied, adjusting his bowtie again. “Her mother and your mother were good friends, you know? She sent a letter of condolences when Winnie died, and I sent her one when her parents passed. I revere her, Buck, and she deserves respect.”

Bucky sighed as he thought about his mother. Winifred Barnes was as good as they came. When she passed the funeral was packed. The community had lined the streets, throwing flowers at her casket as it was brought to the cemetery. It had been difficult for Bucky when she died, but he was comforted in knowing that she had been so appreciated and loved.

“I understand, Papa. Now come, let’s get going. Her car is here.”

“Oh! Let’s be off!” George almost ran out the door.

When they pulled up to the house the flowers from the party were gone and replaced with vines that had peculiar flowers hanging from them. As they exited the car George gasped at the flower.

“Bucky! Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“No, it’s strange, isn’t it?” Bucky replied, watching his father go up to a vine hanging down by the front door.

“This is the lamprocapnos spectabilis, also known as a bleeding heart,” he spoke reverently as he gently inspected the flowers. “They originate from parts of Asia, I wonder how she got them here?”

“Very carefully, Mr. Barnes,” your voice lilted through the air behind them.

Bucky whipped around, a smile brightening his face as he took you in. You were much more casually dressed today in what could be considered bed clothes: a long, off-white night robe over a strapped smock dress. Your hands were covered in gardening gloves that you were quickly taking off, sweat on your brow, your hair in a loose braid that swung over your shoulder, and barefoot.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes,” you continued, reaching your hand out to him in greeting.

“The pleasure is mine, Miss Y/L/N,” George took your hand, bringing it up to his mouth for a quick kiss.

“Oh, so it runs in the family,” you joked, flashing Bucky smile. He blushed and looked down.

“I do apologize for my son’s brashness, Miss Y/L/N. I am a bad example to him,” George interjected.

“No apologies needed, I enjoy causing a scene. Makes life more exciting!” you giggled. You turned to Bucky, reaching your hand out to him for a greeting. He quickly took it but did not kiss your knuckles this time, feeling put on the spot about his actions from before.

“Hm, no kiss this time, Bucky?” you pouted, your fingers squeezing his minutely.

Bucky chuckled, then decided to have fun and cause the scene you wanted. He leaned in towards your face, swerving to the side to kiss your cheek quickly and pulled back. Your eyes were wide, your lips fighting a big smile and your fingers squeezing harder. George gasped lightly next to you.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N,” Bucky greeted you, squeezing your fingers back and then letting them fall.

You gave him a small hum, then twirled around to the door. “Come Mr. Barnes! I’ve been told you have quite the green thumb.”

You took George’s arm and led them both into the house. After walking through the front entrance and the ballroom, George looking around wildly as you chatted him up, you kept walking forward through the doors you’d entered at the party then took a sharp left. George was huffing as he tried to keep up, Bucky chuckling at his effort. As they walked through another set of doors the room was doused in sunlight. It was large and open, glass windows insulating what looked like hundreds of plants. Some were like trees, reaching high and almost touching the glass ceiling, while others were stout sitting in pots on tables. George gasped loudly as they entered, his eyes flitting around and trying to take in everything. Bucky gawked at the amount of plants, almost all of them looking more tropical and exotic then the next. He wasn’t a green thumb like his father, but he appreciated the amount of time, care, and money it took to get all of these here.

“My my, Miss Y/L/N, this is…” George trailed off, his arm tightening around yours. “How? These are all so…my god,” he couldn’t form a full sentence.

“I’m glad you like it,” you cheered, your hand holding his and squeezing it tightly. “Oh! I have to introduce you to someone,” you steered them over to a man that was hidden amongst the plants. As they approached he straightened up and dusted off his hands. He had olive toned skin, dark brown eyes and a full black beard, a white turban atop his head, and a floor length dress that matched the colors of the green plants around him. He gave them all a polite smile.

“Mr. Barnes, Bucky,” you pointed to each of them, “this is Amir Habib. He’s my good friend and gardener. He hails from an area in the Ottoman empire called Falasteen, or on our maps, Palestine,” you explained.

“Hello, as-salaam 'alaikum,” Amir greeted them as he bowed at the waist, then stepped forward, extending his hand to each man in turn. After the greetings he turned back towards the plants.

“Amir, would you please show Mr. Barnes around? He is quite interested in plants.”

Amir’s eyes lit up as he looked at George again. “Yes of course, Mr. Barnes, where would you like to start?”

“Anywhere!” George laughed, following Amir as they walked further into the greenhouse, leaving you and Bucky behind.

You turned to Bucky with a wide smile. “I’m sure they’ll be busy for a while, I’d like to show you something else if you don’t mind?”

Bucky nodded, following her out of the greenhouse and back into the main house. She walked through the halls into what looked like a study, ushering Bucky inside and shutting the door behind him, then walking to the desk by the bay window. He stood and waited for her to instruct him, looking around at all the books and papers. It was a little messy, reminding him of his office at work, but something about it was endearing amongst the grand decor.

“Ah, here it is,” you announced, pulling a book from one of the drawers. “Come, sit with me,” you instructed and led him to a couch near the fireplace across the room from the desk. He followed you and sat an appropriate distance away from you, which you ignored and sat closer to him. You opened the book, flipping through a few pages before landing on one and handing the book over to him. He took it and upon realizing what he was looking at almost dropped it. It was a photograph book, multiple different black and white images staring back up at him. And on this particular page was a larger photo of two young women, both beautiful and smiling softly. He didn’t recognize the one on the left, but the one on the right was his mother.

Her eyes were bright, the smile she wore lopsided, her hands intertwined with the woman’s next to her. She was dressed in the style of the time, a large hat on her head and pearls around her throat. She was much younger than he could ever remember seeing her, and he’d never seen those pearls before. This must have been before she married his father.

“That’s my mother,” you pointed to the woman on the left, speaking quietly. Bucky focused on the other woman briefly. Yes, he could tell it was your mother. You were almost the spitting image of her but with a differently shaped face and differently colored hair, thanks to your father. He could feel himself smiling as he gazed at the picture.

“They’re beautiful,” he whispered, one of his fingers running gently across the face of his mother.

You hummed in agreement. “My mother always spoke in such kindness about your mother. Always hoped that we’d be able to come home someday and call upon her, but my father was always so busy in England and preferred it there. They were childhood friends. She called her her soulmate,” she said wistfully. “She was inconsolable when she heard about Winifred passing,” she added quietly. “Wouldn’t get out of bed for weeks. And then when she died a couple of years later, all I could think of was how at least now she gets to spend the afterlife with her soulmate.”

Bucky didn’t realize he was crying until he felt your fingers swipe along his cheek. He looked up at you, and saw you were blinking back unshed tears.

“Thank you, Y/N, for letting me see this. I had almost forgotten what she looked like,” he said, looking back at the picture.

“Of course. I’ve already commissioned a local painter to do a portrait of her from this photograph so I can give you a copy,” you said matter-of-factly.

Bucky’s eyes widened as he looked back up at you, his mouth hanging open. “Oh, you don’t have to do that Y/N, really,” he retorted, wiping away his tears and facing towards her.

“Pish posh, yes I do,” you waved him off then took one of his hands in yours and fully faced him. “It’s the least I could do.”

“I feel like I need to do something for you,” Bucky replied, looking down bashfully at your intertwined hands.

“Can you not accept a gift? Just because someone wants to give you something doesn’t mean you owe them anything in return, Bucky,” you chastised him, eyes earnestly boring into his.

He snorted. “That’s very kind of you, Y/N, and I appreciate the gift. I just don’t have a great history with people who have helped me and then not expected something back, or favors.”

“That’s unfortunate,” you said sadly. “How about this, I will give this to you, and you can do something for me?”

“Like what?” he asked hesitantly.

“I want you to…” you trailed off, looking around the room and thinking about it. “Hm, two things.”

“Oh dear,” he huffed.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” you laughed. “What I want is one: for you to accompany me to Mrs. Romanov’s invitation to see the vaudeville show. She said she knows you and would love to have you?” she asked questioningly. Bucky’s smile dropped at the name. “Oh, you do know her…and well apparently?” you asked, a sly smile on your face.

Bucky huffed again. “Yes, we um, were courting once. We’re still friends, of course,” he added.

You nodded in understanding. “But she married someone else.”

“Yes,” he said curtly.

You eyed him for a moment, dropping his hand. “Do you still love her?”

“No! No no,” Bucky quickly reassured you. “No, I’m sorry, my reply made it seem so. It’s just that I…uh,” he wrung his hands.

You stood up suddenly and walked to the chair that faced the couch, taking a seat. “Bucky, if it isn’t obvious to you yet let me make myself abundantly clear,” you started, setting your hands in your lap, one of the sleeves of your robe falling down and exposing your shoulder. Bucky watched it fall, quickly flicking his eyes back up to yours when you didn’t immediately fix it. You eyed him ruefully, leaving the sleeve and pursing your lips. “I am not a lover of propriety and etiquette, as I’m sure you have been able to ascertain. I find it incredibly stifling. I do not enjoy watching my words and actions, and so I will speak plainly and frankly. I am a wealthy woman, and therefore I can get away with sherking societal norms and expectations, whereas most other women don't have the same luxury. I can marry whomever I want without the permission or acceptance of any other men in my life, as much as that pains my uncle. If it hasn’t been made clear, and as I’ve said before, I enjoy your candor,” you reminded him. Your eyes never left him as you spoke. “I enjoy when others can meet me where I’m at, speak plainly with me and make their intentions clear. I do not play courting games. You made your intentions clear at the party, and although it caused a stir, I liked it,” your eyes brightened at the memory. Bucky swallowed harshly. “I came home because I’m getting older, and need to find someone to make a life with, create a family with to hand down my fortune and help me make a difference in this world. Out of all the men I’ve met over the past few weeks since coming home, the one that I find most interesting and enjoyable, is you.” Bucky could feel his heart thumping wildly as he listened. She liked him, too. “I know that your association with me gives you and your father a leg up in society, and that it gives you clout and opens doors for you. If we were to court, it would be a great advantage to you. I’m under no pretense to how this looks, and I quite frankly don’t care. Now if you still hold a candle for another woman, married or not, now is the time to tell me so that I may move on and look elsewhere. I don’t want to waste my time,” you ended briskly, looking away to the fireplace as you leaned back into the chair.

Bucky quickly stood and walked to where you sat, kneeling down before you and taking your hands into his. “No, Y/N, no I don’t love her. I did at one point, but no longer. My reaction is solely based on the fact that, as you said, any union I make must be advantageous to me, otherwise my father and I will struggle til our dying days. I courted her hoping for that and was ultimately rejected because of my class, so it’s merely my own frustration getting the better of me. I did act brashly at your party, and it was on purpose to catch your attention, but I agree that it’s suffocating, and I feel free with you to express myself fully. I don’t want to waste your time,” he finished, his fingers rubbing your knuckles.

You watched him, delighting in his kneeling form before you. You smirked, leaning forward in the chair towards him. Bucky willed himself not to move, letting you get close to his face, swallowing harshly again.

“So you’ll come with me to the show?” you asked playfully.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Hm,” you hummed, then your eyes slowly looked him up and down. He felt like he was melting under your stare. “Now for my second request,” you reminded him. “I want to court you.”

Bucky felt like the air was being sucked from his lungs. You waited for him to process your proposal. He felt a smirk come to his face now.

“You sure you want to court a clerk?” he teased.

You laughed loudly at him, falling back into the chair again, your hands dropping his and holding your chest as you giggled gleefully. He enjoyed watching you laugh so freely, his hands resting on the chair cushion beside your knees as you collected yourself.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you said, leaning back up towards him.

“Then I say yes, my lady,” he smiled widely at you.

You grimaced. “Ugh, no, please don’t call me that, just my name will suffice.”

“As much as I enjoy calling you by your name, in public as we court it might do us well to call each other something else, a pet name, don’t you think?” Bucky interjected.

“You think so? Like what? Should I call you my dear?” you reached out and tucked a hair behind his ear. He shivered at the tickle of your fingers against his skin. “Or…my darling?” you purred, your fingers slipping to his jaw. Bucky’s eyes shut tight, his hands balling into fists beside your legs. “Ah, my darling, it suits you,” you scratched the stubble on his chin. “What will you call me?”

Bucky breathed slowly through his nose trying to calm himself. He didn’t realize that a pet name would have such an effect on him. He opened his eyes and met your stare. Your eyes were shining mirthfully, the smirk still on your face.

“What words could possibly do you justice?” Bucky spoke slowly. The smirk on your face dropped. “All the pretty words I could think of would not be enough to describe what I think of you. Would you prefer my beloved?” he slid one of his hands to your knee, squeezing the flesh of your lower thigh. You gasped lightly, your eyes following his movements. “My intended?” he slid his other hand over your other knee, mirroring his actions from before. Your hands fell to cover his. “Or something more intimate. Maybe, my pretty doll?” Your face scrunched into something that screamed lust, your fingers gripping your legs as he started to slide his hands down, hooking them around your calves and tickling the back of your legs. Your faces were dangerously close now as you stared into each others’ eyes. Bucky looked from your eyes to your lips, a smirk now on his face. “That’s it, my pretty doll.” He leaned in and gave you a kiss on the cheek like before but this time precariously close to your mouth, letting his lips stay on your skin longer. You followed his lips slightly as he pulled away.

“We should go check on my father,” he whispered, his fingers still tickling your legs.

You closed your eyes, your hands now in fists as you evened out your breathing, trying to regain control.

“Yes,” you sighed, obviously frustrated, “wouldn’t want anyone thinking something untoward is happening.”

“Yes, but no,” Bucky chuckled as he pulled his hands away and rocked back on his feet. “I need to end this teasing torture before I do something that I shouldn’t.”

Your eyes twinkled as you opened them at his insinuation, a coy smile on your lips as you stood from the chair. “Ah, I see. Well come then, my darling, before I tempt you to sin. We must announce our courtship.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel #bucky barnes x reader

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birindale · 3 months

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This time: Catra goes fishing, She-Ra has most of Aquaman's powers, and the scripts get even more unbearable to type. We all learn a lesson about capitalism, but perhaps not the one intended.

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[Image Description: 14 comic pages from the She-Ra mini-comic, “A Fishy Business”.

Cover: Mermista (in her mermaid form) and Starburst She-Ra swim around underwater, smiling at a school of seven bright yellow fish. The Princess of Power logo is up top as always, and at the bottom of the page in blue, outlined in a desaturated red, is the issue title, "A Fishy Business". Below that, the copyright info reads, "Illustrations: (copyright symbol) Mattel, Inc. 1986. Hawthorne, CA 90250 U.S.A. PRINTED IN TAIWAN. All Rights Reserved. (registered trademark symbol) and TM designate U.S. trademarks of Mattel, Inc."

Page 1: A desaturated pink caption box reads, "In the forest near a stream that began at Crystal Falls, Catra was busy making mischief. She stood back to admire her handiwork, a big waterwheel over the stream. Along the wheel were small fishnets, and on the bank was a giant goldfish bowl filled with water." We do in fact see Catra standing before a giant wheel, though it can't really be described as a waterwheel because there's no way for the water to turn it; its only adornments are the 'nets', which look more like baskets but you saw the caption! Who am I to disagree? A slanted, equal-angle channel runs from the wheel closer to the bank, a sort of reverse salmon cannon into the fish bowl. Catra isn't wearing her mask, her clawed gloves are only silver bracers here, and her outfit still strays closer to red than pink. She has a crosscut or rip-cut saw in her right hand (can't say for certain without a closer look at the teeth), and a claw (heh heh) hammer in her left. Her gloves are only silver bracers here, so she doesn't have any claws, and her outfit is straying closer to red than pink.

A yellow caption box at the foot of the page reads, "PRODUCED EXCLUSIVELY FOR MATTEL BY: PENCILIER—JIM MITCHELL. INKER—TODD KUROSAWA. COLORIST—CHARLES SIMPSON. EDITOR—LEE NORDLING."

"'There. As long as I don't get wet, this water-stuff is a snap to handle," says Catra, with an evil little grin.

End Page 1.

Page 2: ""Now to see if it works." She said. Catra pulled a lever that released the wheel, and the wheel turned in the water. As the wheel went around, the fishnets bought up fish from the stream. The fish were then dumped into a trough that emptied into the goldfish bowl." [sic] on that whole paragraph. It's like they took a concept script for a picture book and just turned it into a comic with absolutely zero editing or forethought.

Speaking of no forethought, Catra sure has made this contraption within sight of the Crystal Falls, notorious hangout of Mermista and Friends. She's gripping a lever with both hands (now gloved) and looking back over her shoulder instead of facing the wheel directly. Skip Simpson, bless his heart, seems to have colored her skirt black on autopilot despite Todd Kurosawa's careful delineation. In his defense, Skip was colorist for the whole first wave as well, so he's still getting used to Scratchin' Sound Catra's adjusted color palette. Four concerned-looking fish are scooped up and deposited in the goldfish bowl.

Catra seemingly lies down in the sand to prop her chin dramatically on one hand and smirk at the captive fish. ""You don't know it yet, Fish-face, but you and I are going into business together."" Seriously though, who put all of these quotation marks in the dialogue bubbles? Why didn't Lee Nordling stop them? What kind of editor are you, Lee? Whatever. Three of the fish gape at Catra in shock.

""I can see it now. I'll open the first marine world in Etheria," says Catra. This seems to be an attempt at genericizing Marine World (now called Six Flags Discovery Kingdom), which at the time of publication (1986) had just moved to Vallejo, California and was moderately big news, featuring such wild headlines 'professional basketball player called in to pull bolt out of dolphin throat', 'tiger bites the shit out of football player at pep rally' before Vallejo moved them over from Redwood City. The year after the move they dropped an orca on William Statner (who was, tragically, completely fine). Basically, I think Catra is envisioning an animal theme park with a heavy aquatic slant, rather than a flooded planet situation. But it's the kind of theme park which puts chimps on motorcycles and an elephant on water skis. So look out.

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Page 3: A pink caption box reads, "Catra saw herself as master of the show. The fish would do wonderful stunts! Catra herself would be the star. And how the crowd would cheer! Handsome men—maybe even Bow—would be madly in love with her." Oh so I didn't need to explain Marine World. Okay. Well I'm leaving that in anyway. This one's for you, Norcal.

Catra imagines herself in a series of fanciful situations, whipping the fish into a cheerleader-style pyramid (her gloves are bracers again, but the rest of her costume is Scratchin' Sound Catra-accurate, including ripped silver tights and a silver skirt); staring dreamily at Bow, who's offering her a bottle of milk; and waterskiing behind four moderately sized fish, which feels optimistic even for this fantasy.

""So do some aerobics while I sew up your little swimsuits," says Catra, actually looking pretty reasonable despite the fish's shock. Can a fish do aerobics? I guess it doesn't specify that you get your oxygen through air instead of water, but I feel like it's implied.

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Page 4: A pale pink caption box reads, "A few days later, Peekablue was riding in the Sea Harp near the beautiful Crystal Falls while Mermista swam alongside. Adora and Spirit stood on the shore. "Peekablue! Mermista!" Adora called. "Let's pick some berries for lunch." But just then a young seal swam up to Mermista with a message.

We see the Crystal Falls in the background, and Mermista with her seal friend in the foreground, but the midground is the Sea Harp sitting on dry land next to Adora and Spirit. Is it not a boat…?

""Oh no! He says his friends, the sunfish and the tuna twins, are missing. And no one has seen the bluegills since yesterday,"" says Mermista, translating for a distressed seal with emanata that seem to indicate seal-speech.

""Hmmmm, this could be trouble. I'll go look for help!" says Adora.

End Page 4.

Page 5: A pink caption box reads, "Hidden in a spot behind some trees, Adora raised high the Sword of Protection and said "For the honor of Grayskull, I am She-Ra!" And in a magical flash, she became the Princess of Power. Then, she changed Spirit into Swift Wind." Because god forbid we draw an action pose, I guess.

Starburst She-Ra raises both arms to show off her cape, and Crystal Swift Wind raises both wings. They're so sparkly that light refracts all around them, twinkling and vibrant.

End Page 5.

Page 6: A pink caption box reads, "Peekablue and Mermista were glad She-Ra had come to help. She-Ra suggested they split up. Peekablue said, "I don't want to get my lovely feathers wet, so I'll follow the stream leading into the forest. With my many eyes I'll be able to see any fish who went that way. Then I'll meet you later."" She-Ra stands beside Peekablue in front of the Crystal Falls, and Mermista watches them from the water.

A pink caption box reads, "Then She-Ra and Mermista dove into the Crystal Falls pool."

She-Ra dives, Mermista just looks like she's floating downwards. It must be hard to slow down enough for a human (super-powered or not) to keep up.

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Page 7: A pink caption box reads, "Deep in the blue-green world, the two friends passed great sweeping fronds of sea moss, sparkling stones, many-colored shells, and the broken columns of old ruins. But, oddly enough, no fish. And no one seemed to know where they were!" She-Ra and Mermista swim past a coral reef, some decaying, vaguely Grecian ruins in the background. There's not a fish in sight.

""Have you seen our friends, the fish?"" She-Ra asks an octopus, who shrugs and says, ""Nope."" Apparently She-Ra can breathe underwater in this one.

""Fish should stay in one place, like I do," says a bivalve, "Then they wouldn't get lost!""

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Page 8: ""Then I hope Peekablue has already found them,"" says She-Ra, looking concerned.

A pink caption box reads, "But Peekablue found something else. As she followed the stream through the woods, her eyes searched the water. "I can see all the way to the bottom!" She exclaimed. But then her special eyes noticed something further upstream." Oh shit. Her brand.

Peekablue is shown wandering alongside the stream, Catra's contraption bleary in the distance.

End Page 8.

Page 9: ""Why, it's a wheel! I wonder what…?"" says a pink caption box, which was probably supposed to be a thought bubble.

Another pink caption box reads, "Suddenly Catra rushed out of the forest. "What do you want, Feather-head?" "Catra! What are you doing here?" Peekablue asked. "I was taking a catnap. Now go away!" "Hummph!" Peekablue said as she walked away. But she thought, "I'm going to tell She-Ra about this.""

I really think they're doing this dialogue-within-captions schtick to torture me, specifically.

Peekablue is shown looking startled, the Crystal Falls once more in the background, as Catra leaps out of the bushes in front of her.

End Page 9.

Page 10: A pink caption box reads, "A little later the three friends met at Crystal Falls. Peekablue told what she had seen. She-Ra said, "I suspect Catra knows where the fish are. Let's find out." "Wait," Mermista said. "I want to go along." She dove, then flipped out of the water, her silvery tail dancing on its surface for a moment." We see Mermista, surrounded by a few perfect tendrils of water, suspended above the surface as Peekablue and She-Ra watch.

A pink caption box reads, "Then with a spin she landed delicately on the shore on two legs!" and we see a four-stage, Animorphs-style transition between her two forms.

""There. I'm ready!"" says Mermista, to a smiling She-Ra. Her hair is a little more purple than usual, but it plays off the yellow in the background well.

End Page 10.

Page 11: A pink caption box reads, "The friends soon found Catra's waterwheel and watched as more fish were caught in the nets. She-Ra said, "I thought so!" On the ground nearby were blueprints for Catra's plans, and She-Ra looked them over. "An amusement park! Leave it to Catra!" She-Ra stopped the wheel, but Catra, who heard their voices, came running. "

She-Ra stares at the plans in apparent wonder as Peekablue and Mermista look over her shoulder. Fifteen of the yellow fish are trapped in the fishbowl. Mermista's pants are orange. Peekablue is smiling for some reason.

""Just what do you think you're doing here?"" asks Catra, who looks mildly affronted with her hands on her hips and a single eyebrow raised. She's missing her gloves again.

End Page 11.

Page 12: ""Saving my fish friends from your clutches!"" says Mermista, with no expression whatsoever. Her necklace, which is a shell on the toy and a simple pendant in the Filmation show, is a tiny yellow fish. Presumably it spits water the same way.

""They're mine now, Miss Scaley-tail! Now go away before I…"" says Catra, with a mild frown.

A pink caption box reads, "But Catra had no chance to finish her threat because Mermista quickly drenched Catra with her water spray. "Yeee-ow!" Catra screeched, as she jumped back. "I think you're the one who should leave, Catra," said She-Ra "while we try to undo your mischief.""

Catra is soaking wet now. Would have been nice to show that action, instead of just telling us about it! Would have been a nice break from shot-reverse-shot close-ups! She-Ra, Mermista, and Peekablue all smile at her. Her gloves are still missing.

End Page 12.

Page 13: A pink caption box reads, "As Catra ran off, She-Ra lifted the giant fishbowl overhead and dumped it into the stream. "I think it's time you fellas went back home to Crystal Falls," she said. And the fish were very happy to do so." The illustration shows She-Ra doing that. You know, redundantly.

""I don't think we should leave this here either, She-Ra. Catra may use it again," says Peekablue, pointing at the wheel contraption.

""You're right, Peekablue. And I think I have a good idea," says She-Ra.

End Page 13.

Page 14: A pink caption box reads, "Later, under the water at Crystal Falls, She-Ra and Mermista turned Catra's wheel into a ferris wheel. The nets were replaced by little seats. Their friends rode happily 'round and 'round! Mermista said, "I wish Catra could see her waterwheel now!"" The fish have set up a tiny admissions booth and everything. Various sea creatures gambol about.

In an oranger-than-usual 'moral' font color, She-Ra says, ""Yes, and I wish Catra would learn that it's not right to use others to get ahead."" Girl, what? You mean the fish? You guys just assaulted her, stole her waterwheel, and undid days of work because she didn't immediately agree to your demands. Now is the time for a moral about how removing species can negatively impact a biome, or against cruelty to animals (not that 1986 was necessarily ready for that). Is this a good time to mention Mattel owned The Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus for a couple years?

""Now—how about a ride?"" She-Ra suggests to Mermista, beckoning her on. They won't even fit in the tiny little seats. Stop benefiting from using others, She-Ra. It's immoral.

End Page 14.

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#minicomics #motu #a fishy business #she-ra #mermista #catra #peekablue #adora #spirit #the sea harp

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trashland-llamas · 11 months

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Howdy

synopsis; 3 separate meet-cutes involving fem! reader + soap, ghost, & gaz

they/them pronouns used for reader; fem reader

f/a/d-favorite alcoholic drink; can switch it out for soda or water if you don't drink

Before He Cheats - Soap

Catches y/n in the act of slashing their ex's tires after finding out their partner was cheating on them with one of the other regulars

'You do realize insurance will most likely cover that if you slash all of 'em right?' Unable to hide his amusement at the 'deer-in-the-headlight' stare they gave him. 'Stop while I'm ahead, got it.'

'Not that it's any of my business but what's the story behind all this?' This being the smashed headlight, and carved leather seats. Smart enough not to sign their work. A discarded Louisville slugger.

'My boyfriend always told me he was watching the game with his buddies, turns out he's been seeing someone on the side.' Noting the shock in their voice, surprised at their ex's audacity. Accent more prominent.

'He's one stupid man, losing someone like you. Name's Soap, in case we meet again.' He didn't know when his next deployment would be, but he hoped the fates would make them cross paths again before then.

'Y/n, if I don't end up in prison first.' Not caring enough at the moment to ask what kind of name is Soap. Especially when the person looked so ruggedly handsome. Y/n started picking up all their stuff, finding a phone number scrawled on the bat.

'Call me when you get a chance jailbird.'

Die A Happy Man - Ghost

Price had tried setting Ghost up on a blind date, being a regular at y/n's shop, he had overheard them moping about how single they were. With their permission, he gave Ghost their number. 'Simon, you deserve love as much as the rest of us. Plus if it weren't for Gaz and Soap, you'd be a literal caveman. Think about it, okay?'

Ghost randomly texts them one night when he gets back from a mission, just wanting someone to talk to. 'Price gave me this number.' is his blunt opening line. 'And who am I speaking to?' Glad he had type it in correctly. 'Simon.'

It's only until a week later of semi-consistent back and forth messages that Simon asks them out. 'I'll pick you up at 7pm, wear something nice.' Breathing out a laugh at their response. 'At least send me a photo so I know who to look for.'

'Charming.' He sent a masked selfie, holding up his driver's license.

Ghost forgets out to breath when y/n's walking out the door to meet him, a red dress hugging all their curves. 'You're gonna catch flies, Simon.' Hearing how his name rolls off y/n's tongue doesn't help.

'You don't look too bad yourself.' y/n compliments Ghost as they buckle up. A navy blue button up with some black jeans. A chain holding dog tags showing from the few buttons left undone at the top.

Simon ends up having a panic attack on their second date when y/n shows up in a little black dress. It turns into a funny story as y/n was scared shitless, not knowing what to do.

Party in the USA - Gaz

'Oh my god, I'm so sorry!' Gaz had barely budged from the force. He appreciated the apology despite how little he cared for the shirt. Opening his shirt to reveal a v-neck shirt underneath. 'No fuss. Can I buy you a replacement drink?'

Nodding, they told him that is was a f/a/d. Buying a shot for himself, he looked y/n up and down. 'I'm guessing you didn't get the memo?' His tone lighthearted, a teasing quality to it. Gaz was referring to how out of place they looked, no name brands in sight. It was rather refreshing if he was honest. 'What gave it away?'

'Oh, I don't know, maybe the boots. Or the country bumpkin vibes plus the attractive accent.' His response making y/n wonder if it was the liquid courage or if he was always this lofty. 'You think my accent's hot?' Hook, line, and sinker. 'Oh, I think it's divine. Name's Kyle.' Y/n being the forward one now, invited Gaz to the dance floor.

Laughing when Britney Spear's 'If U Seek Amy' played over the speakers, them poorly singing along. Off in their own world that Gaz was the only one privy to see. Unsure if he could call their movements dancing. Not that he was any better as he was glad to have a partner.

Scoring some point in the gentleman category, Gaz offered to drive y/n home, when they were hit with butterflies in their stomach. Grabbing his phone, Gaz watched as they type in their phone number. 'So you can text me that you got home okay.' Unable to deny how his heart softened. 'Awfully kind of you, but I will.' Trying his best to reassure them, not wanting to instill any worry.

'Home safe and in one piece.' Finally seeing their name, whispers to himself, 'y/n, a pretty name for a pretty gal.'

Refuses to call them anything other than 'country bumpkin,' to the point even his colleagues know them as that.

#cod #call of duty #x fem reader #cod x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #meet cute #songfic #Spotify

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words-4u · 2 years

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wedding day - n.'p'.t

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x fem!reader (platonic!robert 'bob' floyd x reader)

wc: 1.7k

a/n: fully obsessed with her (and top gun in general) pls send more reqs

top gun: maverick masterlist

you'll never forget the day natasha proposed to you. it was a cloudless morning as the sunday sun seeped through your white curtains. your bodies were entangled under the duvet after a hot and messy night. awaking from your sleep, you stretched and opened your eyes slightly to adjust to the light. looking over at your girlfriend of a year and a half, you were surprised to find her eyes already on you. natasha doesn't tell you this but she loves waking up earlier than you because nothing brings more peace to her than watching you rest.

"what? do i have drool on my chin or something?" you joked.

natasha smiled softly and slightly shook her head. "you're stunning... and i wanna spend the rest of my life with you,"

your smile slipped from your face and you stared at her with wide eyes. "tash... are you–"

"asking you to marry me? i am and i'm sorry that i'm asking like this because you deserve something way more special–"

you cut her off by grabbing her chin and bringing her lips to yours. when she's nervous, natasha tends to ramble but she had nothing to be nervous about right now. you already knew your answer.

"you still haven't answered my question," she whispered. her eyes still closed as she brushed her nose against yours.

you let out a small laugh. "if that kiss wasn't enough of an indication, my answer is yes. it was and always will be yes."

"really?" she searched your eyes for a hint of doubt or hesitation.

"of course," you sighed sitting up against the headboard and pulling the sheet up to cover your exposed chest. "natasha trace, you are the love of my life and i want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you."

natahsa kissed your shoulder before she moved to the nightstand next to her bed. "you didn't think i'd ask without at least having the ring, did you?"

your breath hitched as she opened the black velvet box to reveal an emerald-cut ring with a gold band. "it belonged to my mom."

"and is she okay with this? i don't know why but i always felt like she never really liked me," you chuckled dryly.

"mama trace is just overprotective but trust me she likes you. she actually gave this to me the night you met my family for the first time. she told me that i would be needing it soon by the way i was looking at you."

natasha took your hand slid the vintage ring on the appropriate finger and placed a gentle kiss on it. "you're mine forever,"

"that's fine by me," you said examining the ring before you turned back to the love of your life. "now come here."

you swiftly straddled natasha under the covers and her hands immediately gripped your hips. "let's celebrate," you took her bottom lip between your teeth.

like the true top that she is, natasha flipped you on your back as she put both hands next to your head and hovered over you. "way ahead of you,"

that morning was spent making love all day only getting up for a quick bite just to be back in bed and in between each other's legs.

the wedding day was quickly approaching and you had everything planned out except for one thing; you had no one to walk you down the aisle.

your parents had died young so you were raised by your uncle and aunt until you wanted some independence and made your way to fightertown, u.s.a a couple years ago. you secured yourself a steady job as a nurse at the local hospital which is where you met natasha and her right-hand man, bob.

you were the assigned nurse to bob but because they shared the same room, you couldn’t avoid interactions with natasha. the second you and a fellow nurse discharged the two lieutenants, natasha had slipped you her number on a piece of paper and said she’d ‘love to thank you for taking such good care of her friend’.

fast forward almost two years later and here you were asking your ex-patient to walk you down the aisle.

“wait really?” bob exclaimed as he set his beer down. you invited him out to the hard deck under the guise of wedding planning help which he was more than happy to assist with.

“only if you want. i know how much you mean to tasha and she trusts you with her life… literally,” you reached across the table and held his hand. “you’re a true friend, bobby, to her and to me and i can’t think of anyone else to walk me down that aisle.”

bob’s eyes started to well with tears. “it would be… an honour, y/n,”

the day you've been waiting your whole life was finally here. you were gonna marry your better half and start the rest of your lives together.

you were standing in front of a full-length mirror just minutes before you walked down the aisle. letting out a shaky breath, you smoothed your hands down your wedding dress. you and natasha wanted to keep things traditional so you hadn't let her see you in your dress and you haven't seen her in hers. natasha was debating between a suit or a dress for a while but decided to let herself feel wholly feminine on her wedding day as she's often in pants and rarely in dresses. whatever it is she chose, you knew she would be stunning.

a couple of knocks broke you out of your thoughts. "are you... wow," bob gasped. you turned around to find bob shaking his head in disbelief. "you look so beautiful. i still can't believe my two best friends are getting married."

"thanks, bobby. how is she?"

"she's good. she's dying to see you, though."

you giggled at the thought of an impatient natasha. "let's not keep my future wife waiting then." you grabbed your bouquet off the table and held your arm out. bob allowed you to loop it through his waiting arm and you two made your way to the main hall.

you always thought that walking down the aisle at your wedding would be the most nerve-wracking thing ever but as it was happening you found yourself letting out a sigh of relief. you had tunnel vision on natasha and nothing else mattered at that moment. you drank her in as she stood there and my god did she look gorgeous. the top half of her wedding dress was covered in lace and there was a generous slit going up the side. she wanted something simple but still elegant and highlighted her curves that were shamefully hidden under her uniform.

all your friends and family were watching proudly from their seats as you made it to the altar. rooster, payback, fanboy, halo, fritz and yes even hangman and coyote made an appearance.

bob squeezed your hand before letting you go and stood next to natasha as he was her best man. your cheeks already hurt from smiling from the walk down but when you saw natasha mouth the word 'beautiful', your smile grew tenfold.

the one and only pete 'maverick' mitchell was the officiant and you remember fangirling a little when natahsa told you because he was a legend in your town.

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome and thank you for coming together to celebrate the fierce love that natasha and y/n have found. i remember the day i found out our little phoenix was in love. it was after one of the toughest missions and we all went down to the hard deck. drinks were on me that night but while everyone was after their drink of choice, natasha was sitting in a corner with a gorgeous-looking woman in bright blue scrubs. it took only a single moment to realize the look these two shared; it was love in its purest form. natasha looked at her as if she were the last and only woman on earth, and to her, i know she is. marriage isn’t easy but i trust these two. i have trust in their love, their friendship, and their commitment to one another. with that, i think it’s time to let them speak on their love."

bob pulled out folded paper from his suit pocket and handed it to the woman in front of you. she unfolded it with shaky hands and quickly exhaled before she began her vows. "y/n y/l/n, i love you unconditionally and without hesitation. i vow to love you, encourage you, trust you, and respect you. today, i choose you to be my wife. i accept you as you are, and i offer myself in return. i will care for you, stand beside you, and share with you all of life’s hardships and all of its joys from this day forward, and all the days of my life."

when natasha looked up from her papers, her cheeks were already stained with tears. you reached for her face and carefully wiped her tears without ruining her makeup.

"now how am i gonna top that?" you playfully scoffed, earning some chuckles from the audience.

"natasha 'phoenix' trace, you are a woman of many wonders. you are a fighter, you're a friend, you are my person, my inspiration, my love and my everything. i cannot wait to spend a lifetime loving you and although it is until death do us part, i know that we will never truly part because our souls are tethered, forever and always."

maverick then produced your wedding rings. "may these rings which you give to each other today be a sign of your love, trust, and faithfulness."

natasha took the thinner ring and you took the other one and slid it on the other's finger.

"with the power vested in me by some random website, i am happy to pronounce you wife and wife. natasha, kiss your bride already."

"gladly," she stated cupping your cheeks as you welcomed your first kiss as her wife.

"mrs. and mrs. trace, everyone!"

everyone stood and cheered as you two pulled away from each other with the widest grins.

"i still can't believe she managed to pull her," a clapping hangman said over the cheers and whistles.

rooster swatted hangman on the back of his head. "don't ruin this moment with your words, okay? it's their day."

TAGLIST: @lithiumwolf19, @revivedhyperfixations, @natasharomanoffisbaebby

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 3 months

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‘cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run

by stellarpoint (pettifogger)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Wayne Munson, Jeff (Stranger Things), Bruce Springsteen Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eddie Munson Lives, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Secret Crush, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bruce Springsteen References, Song: Dancing In The Dark - Bruce Springsteen, you guys have no idea how excited i am that those are established tags, Inspired by Music, First Kiss, POV Alternating, Requited Love, Happy Ending, Eddie Munson is Whipped Words: 9,308 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Realization #1: Steve is wearing a costume. He’s dressed as Springsteen on the cover of Born In The U.S.A. The album cover is staring at Eddie from the stack of records by the speakers, and he flicks his eyes between the cover and Steve, almost laughing at how obvious the resemblance is. Immediately after that, revelations two and three slam into him like an eighteen-wheeler. #2: Bruce Springsteen is kind of hot. #3: Steve Harrington is really hot. A fourth and much louder thought echoes through Eddie’s brain: oh, shit. (Many months ago, I wrote a tumblr post about Steve Harrington being a Bruce Springsteen enjoyer. This fic is about that.)

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #5-10k #getting together #slow burn

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howhow326 · 1 year

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RING THE ALARM

Miraculous Ladybug: season 4 Alya sugar fic (based on the Alya exposes Lila's secrets prompt that I made)

Alya pov

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"... Anansi has been rigging her wrestling matches! It's the only reason why she's made it as far as she has." was the only thing Alya needed to hear to send off alarm bells throughout her whole body. Why would Lila say something that wasn't true? Alya tried to correct her friend, thinking it had to be some type of mistake. At first, Lila was surpised her latest gossip target had a sister, but held fast to the truthfulness of her 'sources'. Alya tried to correct her again, and Lila got defensive over her friend 'attacking' her. Alya tried to fact check Lila one last time, then the green eyed monster finnally retaliated. All she had to claim was Alya harassing her and Kim, Nino, and Ms. Bustier swiftly came to her defence.

Within the blink of an eye, Alya landed in detention. Alone in her punishment, but togather with Marinette who had been a recent victim of the lying new girl. As her real friend comforted her, Alya finnaly realized her real mistake... how could Lila be friends with Maribug if she met her the same time as me? Alya finnaly gleaned the truth that Marinette had been warnning her for so long, and despite Marinette's affirmations of her being guiltless, Alya couldn't help but feel that this whole mess was her fault. What kind of journalist am I to be fooled by a school girl...

That's when a Light bulb appeared above her head. Alya is exactly the kind of journalist to solve this mess, and she will if it's the last thing she does. As soon as she got home, Alya began scowering the internet for every and any truth of Lila's claims. As she took more and more notes, she began to learn Lila's real specialty: half truths. All the photos she wowed the class of her meeting with Jagged Stone and traveling the world were real, but the "special connections" she claimed to have were all as fake as her hair. That was the real reason why Lila asked everyone to keep some of the things she said between classmates, it stopped anyone from reaching the truth. As Alya started getting ready for bed, Trixx whispered a devious plan into her ear. Normally, Alya would never agree to using the miraculous to spread a falsehood, but this mirage might be just what she needs to reveal the truth...

The next day at school was much the same; Ms. Bustier was forcing the class to write an eassy analyzing the theme of love in the popular children's book series, Hubert Porter, written by JC Bowling. Because of some of the research Alya did last night, she knew that Bustier and Bowling were the same person. She gussed that it isn't a crime to teach a class based on a book you wrote, but it was starting to get suspicious when Bustier did it three times in a row and ended each class by giving extra credit to the students who donated to the charity of her choice, a conservative group located in Florida of U.S.A.

"... and just the other day, Jagged Stone asked me to come with him on his latest tour! He got so sad when I had to tell him no!" Lila lied. Alya was almost impressed with how good the Italian was at doing it; Jagged went on tour just three days ago, but Alya was sure that he never asked Lila to come with him. Now's the time, Alya thought to herself. She go out of her seat and confronted Lila.

"Do you have any proof that Jagged Stone asked you to come with him on his tour" Alya flatly asked. Marinette got up to reel her back, but Alya gave her a look that said she has everything under control. Of course, Lila pulled her usual: she claimed that Alya was bullying her and that she just wanted to be friends. Kim jumped to her defence, as Lila filled the void that Chloe left when she went on extended vacation with her grandmother. That void being "evil chick that he can make googoo eyes at". Nino, who had started to hang out with Lila more then he was around Alya by the day, also jumped to the Italian's defense. He lectured Alya on all the ways he was "disappointed in her" and the like. Just as Ms. Bustier was about to send Alya to detention, she pulled out her trump card. "Lila's lying, and she admitted to it here!" Alta pulled out a voice recorder and pressed play. "If course I'm lying, and you can't do anything about it!" Lila's voice vindictively said.

And just like that, the class erupted into chaos. Nino got re-akumatized into Rocketear and targeted Lila for "breaking my heart". When it was over, the class all sang their swan songs to Marinette and Alya for believing some new girl over them. Except Nino, who seemed to think he was entitled to his girlfriend's forgiveness. Yeah no, their relationship is on hold and Alya is going to be too busy to come to the phone rifht now, but Nino was welcomed to leave a message. And he did. Like a lot. Alya regretted even making that suggestion. As usual, Ms. Bustier was the last person to get the hint and tried to punish Alya for (???) but this time Marinette came prepared. She discovered their lovesick teacher had fled Britain from a little too many taxes, and that was all that was needed to get her fired. After Alya learned that her choice of charity was a Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminist organization, she considered it good riddance.

And as for Lila, she quitely disappeared like she usually did with no sign of coming back. Good, Alya thought to herself, no one messes with my friends and gets away with it. To make sure no one forgot, Alya posted her experience onto the Ladyblog, where the truth would be known for years to come.

I challenged myself to use less dialogue in this fic and I hope you enjoy it!

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